I again loved reading the reviews! I had some time this morning so I figured I'd write another chapter. I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks of transformers like this :) If you find any errors or whatnot please let me know. Hope you enjoy the chapter!

It's Nobody's Fault

Bumblebee was getting more and more confused as to why Sam didn't remember anything about him. Optimus, who had been searching the internet for an explanation eventually said, "It appears he his suffering from a human phenomenon called amnesia. Memory is lost when a person endures a substantial blow to the head, but often returns within a few days."

Bumblebee looked at the frightened human sitting in his hand, "They're all so fragile." He reached out to touch Sam, who had no idea where he was, what these huge things were, or why they he was with them. He gave the according reaction, "Oh god, please don't kill me!" Sam closed his eyes and looked away, as if expecting something to hit him. Bumblebee withdrew his hand, guessing that the right thing to do would be to explain everything to the boy.

"Sam," Optimus leaned down towards him, "You may not remember me, but in time you will. For now, I am Optimus Prime, and this is Bumblebee." Sam's eyes darted between the two. "So, you're not gonna hurt me?" Bumblebee answered his question, "We could never hurt you, Sam." Sam relaxed a little. "Why am I here?"

Optimus quickly stated what had happened earlier that day, "We rescued you from a Decepticon." Sam didn't know what that was either, so for a while they just sat there and answered all of his questions. It was starting to get dark and they both knew that Sam had to be home soon. Sam was fascinated by the two giants in front of him as it was, but when he was put on the ground so they could change into cars, his jaw dropped. The Camaro's door popped open, and Sam guessed that he was supposed to get inside. He was a little reluctant, being that he was about to go inside of a huge alien robot, but since he really didn't have a better place to go he decided that this was his best option.

The drive back to town wasn't very long. They drove in silence. Bumblebee wanted to play some music, but he wasn't exactly sure how he was feeling, and he didn't think Sam needed to be startled with the radio turning itself on. When they finally arrived home Sam got out of the car and walked up to his front door. This all seemed familiar to him. He remembered his parents, and all the explaining he'd have to do if they saw his head. After taking a deep breath he opened the door and immediately went upstairs and into the bathroom.

The shower helped. It cleaned up his face and the warm water felt good on everything that ached. He eventually wound up in his room, that he also remembered, and flopped over to his bed, where he was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

"Sam! Push the cube into my chest!" Sam was in the middle of the street. The whole are was a wreck. Hey, there was Optimus Prime! Put the cube in his chest? What cube? He looks down and sure enough he's holding it. A look behind reveals a horrible looking robot that is stumbling to get closer. "Push the cube into my chest!" but instead Sam ran towards the enormous evil looking one. "Sam! No!"

Sam woke up in cold sweat. He hadn't the slightest clue where all of this came from. It was around 2 in the morning, and Sam was wide awake now. After a solid ten minutes of staring at his alarm clock, he decided that he was going to get up and walk around. It started as walking to the fridge, staring at it's contents, and closing it when there was nothing he wanted. He sat on the couch, and looked at the blank TV. After deciding that he didn't want to watch anything, he finally grabbed some shoes and walked outside.

As he walked he felt like he knew where he was going. Something compelled him to walk further and further away from his house. "The overlook." he said to himself as it came into view. It was a nice place to relax, and he laid back to watch the stars.

"Sam?" a voice behind him questioned, "What brings you here?" Sam whirled around to see Optimus Prime walking towards him. The robot settled down next to him. "Couldn't sleep." Sam knew that wasn't a very good excuse to walk all the way out here, "I had a pretty weird dream." And Sam suddenly remembered that Optimus Prime was in it. "It was about you." Sam started, "You kept telling me to put something in your chest, but I didn't. I went to this really mean looking robot instead."

"You dreamt of the moment you saved my life Sam." Sam looked over at the robot, astonished. "The cube you had was the Allspark, and by pushing it into Megatron you effectively destroyed it along with him." That word triggered a memory in Sam. Allspark. He remembered a really bright light, and the next word came into his head. "Optimus, Whats a spark?"

The boy was asking about his spark again. Optimus had made the mistake of showing it to him prematurely before. He was going to tell him first what it does. It will be Sam's choice whether to proceed. "A spark is what gives all Autobots life. It is the source of our emotions, and can be revealed to create pleasure." He stumbled on the last words. "Hey yeah!" Sam seemed to remember it. "You open up your chest and its right there!" Sam pointed at the robot's chest. "Let me see it" Sam got up and walked over to the Autobot.

Optimus was already laying down, and didn't move. "I think I was up here." Sam climbed up onto the robot's chest. "And then you opened up."

"Sam." Optimus was starting to lose whatever was keeping him from revealing, "This would be like what humans call... sex." He looked hopefully at Sam, who gave it some thought before saying, "I will if you will." Optimus Prime's spark was revealed within that second, and Sam moved right up to it. Optimus was shaking his head and moving his legs up and down. "Closer." the robot chimed and Sam complied. It seemed the closer he got, the more of an effect it would have on both of them. Sam even noticed that he was getting aroused. He could feel the energy from Optimus' spark pulsating through his body, and started to want more. He moved closer and closer until the only thing that mattered was the feeling itself, and he was overcome by it.

He was about to lay just above it, Optimus flailing all around him, when he remembered. The feeling was gone, and there was only one thing he could think of. "Oh no" he said out loud, "Bumblebee."