Chapter 3: Threat

Jazz knew he was dead.

But that didn't mean he had to like it. Death was unpleasant; it was cold and dark wherever he was. The saboteur had noted when he first woke up here that he was, thankfully, in one piece. He supposed this was not the Matrix, or at least, not what the stories had said. So here he sat, in his bi-pedal form, wondering whether or not he would be stuck here for eternity.

In the back of his processor, a small voice pondered if he really was dead. What if this was just him in a deep stasis? Would he wake up sometime soon to see Ratchet's ever-loving faceplates glaring down at him?

No, no he most definitely remembered being torn in half thank you very much, so he was absolutely for sure this was not a stasis-induced dream. That he would most likely not wake up.

Ever.

The ever invisible presence of the All Spark, he knew now, was always there with him. It was everywhere in this city; not simply the ball of light encased in glass, but this entire non-reality. It had told him so itself; "This is my world, a place I can roam free without the need of a vessel.".

And here he was perched on the ledge of the building roof he had been stuck on. Looking down, he noted that it was a long, long way down to the ground below. Perhaps being flung off a building with similar elevation by Megatron had dampened his slight fear of heights, and his greater fear of falling. But, despite everything that had happened to him all in a rather sudden manner, he was finding himself bored. The All Spark utterly refused to let him off of this roof, and every time he found himself thinking back on everyone on Earth, he was chastised for it; told countless times that he would never see them again. That this was his only true home. A further reminder on how he was stuck here.

But disturbingly enough, after all that had taken place, he had gotten used to the feeling of someone watching him, of breezes that would occasionally wrap themselves around him before disappearing, of the voice that he wasn't sure if it was in his head or not. He did not like how, after everything this very presence had put him through, he felt almost lonely when it was gone.

A minute tremor ran through the city; Sam thought perhaps the All Spark was distracting itself, when he could have sworn he heard a deep, guttural string of Cybertronian. He moved to where he could see the encased orb, glancing to it quizzically. The light flared harshly, he could almost feel the angered energy rolling off of it. Winds whipped irately around him, blowing through the rooftops. Looking out to the far side of the city (where it faded away to nothing), he squinted to see a tiny ball of white light growing out to the black.

This light was very different from the All Sparks. While the All Sparks was a harsh, blinding white-blue, this strange, unnamed light was warmer. A more golden-white hue which was much like the sun, he noted, blinding to look directly at, but softer than that of the All Spark.

It glowed brighter and brighter until Sam had to turn his gaze down. The normally stoic All Spark was stirring quietly, but furiously around him. Obviously this was not a normal part of this abnormal world. So…what could this be? The winds wrapped tightly around him. There was a final flash and the light dissipated. Sam lifted his head to see what had become of the light; he was shocked to find six large, metallic beings standing before him. He could tell -vaguely- that these were Transformers; Cybertronians, in their own right. But their design was so different, age or evolution could have changed them. All six were rather similar in form; each was translucent as a softer light burned from behind them, dampening the blue tone around him.

"Samuel James Witwicky…" The deep voice of one spoke, startling him.

"Y-Yes?" He answered, the All Spark cut in before the being could speak again. Its voice frightening calm and monotone after the fury he had felt from it only moments earlier.

"I know why you have come. But your efforts are futile. He is mine…"

The beings blatantly ignored the deadly voice and continued to address Sam.

"We have been watching you for a very long time…" A different being spoke, its voice softer than the first, "We had many plans for you young one." The one that had spoken first sighed at the look of confusion on Sam's face.

"Perhaps an introduction would be appropriate. We are-"

"The Six Primes." The All Spark interrupted, sneering the word 'six'. The six beings, the Primes, appeared to become a little more solemn than they had already seemed. The All Spark continued,

"They are- were the original Transformers. Forged by…Primus, himself. They were the beginnings of what would come to be my own children. They have no connection to me, not in the way my children do. They only followed His orders and fashioned my old vessel. A place to keep their new energy source." Though its words and voice remained soft, they were spoken with the air of bitterness. The Primes shifted their optics to where the orb pulsed in its glass shell. The third Prime spoke first,

"You have been toying with fate far too long, All Spark…"

"The boys destiny was not to end here…not with you." Another continued, "You have altered his fate, the fate of all Cybertronians."

"No. You are wrong…he is mine."

Its voice was beginning to tremble in an effort to remain impassive as it grew angrier.

"I will not let you take him away from me. Never. My very existence brought your destruction once before…do not think that I cannot do it again." The last of its words had become a hissed whisper with promises of violence and pain. Sam shivered against the winds that blew with such a force; yet never once moved his hair or clothes.

"You have become so corrupted over these many cycles… If you do not relinquish you hold on the boy, All Spark, we shall use all necessary forces. Do not forget that." The Prime speaking turned to Sam and held out one clawed metal hand; an offering to go with them, escape the All Spark. Something he had wanted to do so very badly when he first arrived here.

So why wasn't he accepting?

Smaller buildings began to sputter in and out of non-reality. The Prime offering his hand stepped back in surprise as more structures began to disappear and reappear. The glass encased confine of the All Spark was cracking. Thin lines that spider-webbed around the metal bars holding it together. There was a rumbling in a distance, the winds held tighter to Sam as the All Spark whispered one last thing, its voice managing to carry over the city.

"You will never have him…"

The Six Primes jerked back from the All Sparks voice as nearly the entire city began to flicker away.

The last thing Sam remembered hearing was the echoing sound of glass breaking.

After sitting for what felt like several hours, Jazz was getting bored. Normally this would be a terrifying thought to many of his comrades. Bored Jazz was third on the list of things that mean trouble, just beneath Bored Twins and Deceptions. However, there was nothing here to do or to get into trouble with, so Jazz was stuck twiddling his thumbs; something he had picked up on the Internet.

"Jazz…" The deep booming voice startled him. Pointing his weapon in random directions, he shouted,

"Who's there?"

"There is little time to explain… The Matrix is not yet ready to take you. Your friend is in danger. Find him before he loses himself. Before his fate is beyond destroyed…" The invisible beings voice faded away. Leaving Jazz very alone.

And very confused.

AN: I've noticed I have a habit of knocking Sam unconscious at the end of every chapter. Oh well, maybe it's just an All Spark kink. Pfft, I couldn't keep a straight face typing that. Anyways, here's another chapter, a little shorter than the first two I believe. I've also taken out The Fallen because frankly, I don't like him at all.

I hope you all enjoy the small changes! (And thanks for all the alerts too!)

Threat: A person or thing likely to cause ruin or hostile actions towards others.

~DrHooksTowingandCo