People really like this story, 17 people have it on their alerts whereareas (that's a word, look it up in my dictionary) the most for any other story is 7. Seriously, it got 14 reviews while 'abnormal normalities' has 13. The only thing I can say is, wow. I even wrote this while getting an idea for another story. I really didn't have much planned for it, I was only going to make it a one or two shot, maybe a sequel to show when he's grown up. But now I have an actual conflict coming up and everything. I really want to put some fluff, you know, with sparkling Sam and all the Autobots, but I don't know how to do that too well. But I'm going to try. Tell me if it's horrible, it won't hurt my feelings. I honestly think it will suck, but I thought the last one would suck and people continued to favorite it. Am I better than I thought?
(Sorry but I'm going to skip until he's talking more and the Autobots know what he's saying. Italics are going to be Cybertronian from now on.)
Where is he? "Bumblebee!" I turned to see Ratchet walking towards me.
"I'm looking. He's so small." I complained.
"Find him. If he doesn't get in my office in ten minutes, he'll have another check up tomorrow." We had all become accustom to speaking the language my sparkling had introduced us to. I nodded and turned back to the shelf in our quarters. He really was small, and crafty. He was only a few years old, almost a decade by now, but he speaks and is as smart as one of us. And even though he isn't a Decepticon, he still finds ways to get up in high places.
"Sam. Youngling. Come here. Ratchet isn't that bad. You know him." We have come to referring to the mechs, and femme, he knew from his first life as though he 'knew'. Those who weren't, we referred to as 'others', though by now he knows most everyone. "And you heard him. If you don't come here, I'm going to have to take you back tomorrow."
"But if I go today, I would be fine by tomorrow." He objected. I followed his voice to the desk, where another, smaller one was on top.
"I know sparkling. If you just give up now, it will be over sooner." I carefully snuck up behind where he was hiding, under the smaller desk.
"Alright." This time, his voice came by right next to my head and before I had time to react, he jumped off the wall shelves, full of books and pictures, onto my shoulder. I jumped and he laughed.
"You fell for it." He shifted to dangle his legs off my shoulder and wait for my hand, which promptly came up and dragged him off my shoulder and hold him in front of my face.
"Sam, have you been hanging around with Skids and Mudflap or Sideswipe and Sunstreaker while I'm on missions?" I asked. He tried to look innocent.
"Of course not. Why would I hang out with them if I can visit Arcee and all the other sparklings my age that don't understand a word I say?" I shook my head. They didn't understand him, but he still found a way to help them get into trouble.
"You're going to make more twins, you know that?" I put him back on my shoulder.
"You know you love me." he patted the side of my head. I smiled and rubbed his head before walking out and towards Ratchets office. I opened the door and Sam waved to Ratchet. Ratchet shook his head and motioned toward the counter. The rest of us had a place to sit, but Sam was too small, and at the rate he was growing, he would continue to be too small.
I set him down and he sat up strait, ready for his check over. "Hey Ratchet." He smiled. He wasn't afraid of getting a check over by Ratchet, but he just didn't like getting check over's.
"Hello Sam. Thank you for finally showing up." He smiled. Sam says he doesn't remember much of his former life, but he does know a few things.
"I'm fine, really, I am." Sam insisted. He had always tried to evade this; normal sparklings are too intimidated to object. But Sam trusts Ratchet and is so comfortable. Sometimes I'm not even that trusting of the medic.
"Sam, I've only gone over your processer and your already glitched." he cycled his internal vents as a sigh and Sam's optics widened. "Turn around."
The youngling obligated and I watched in amusement as he pouted and turned for Ratchet to access the back of his head. The medic fiddled for a moment and spoke. "Sparkling what did you do to yourself? I can't find anything wrong but my scans are picking up something is forming in your processer." I suddenly got worried.
"We haven't really been doing anything new. You can't find it?" Sam started to look worried. I hurried over to get a better look.
"No, but it is getting stronger-" He cut himself off and withdrew his hands after replacing the younglings head armor quickly.
"What is it?" I asked, not missing how as soon as he cut himself off, Sam seemed to zone out.
"It's gone. It was nothing." He stepped back. "The youngling is perfectly healthy." I looked down at him, he still wasn't aware of his surroundings.
"Why is he like this then?" I asked, hesitating in picking him up. Ratchet nodded and I pulled him to my spark in blink of an optic, worrying my spark off. Through our link, he was no different.
"He is merely having a flashback to his previous life. His processor has matured enough for them to start." Just as he finished, Sam snapped out and looked extremely confused.
"What just happened?" He asked.
"You had a flashback. From your previous life." Ratchet glared at me for almost using his exact words. "What did you see?"
"Uh, there was allot of green and brown. I was on an organic planet. But there were vehicles that didn't transform. I was organic and with my mech creator, I think I called him my 'father'. He was getting me my first car. But none of them were Cybertronian."
"It would seem in your first life you weren't Cybertronian, or any kind of mechanical organism. You were organic." I summed up.
"I was organic? But, what, I, I wouldn't be able to do this" He transformed his arms into cannons.
"Sam, I'm also going to cut down on your time with Ironhide." I smiled fondly.
"You're just jealous." He transformed them back and leaned back in my hand. "Hey, are these things going to be completely random, or will we know?"
"I can't determine a schedule quite yet. You have only had one." Ratchet turned to work on something else. "Come to me when you have a few more, I'll try to figure out the pattern." I nodded and walked Sam out.
"Well, at least I don't have to come back tomorrow." I chuckled at his one track processer and brought him to the rec room.
"Is there anyone specific you wished to see today?" I asked.
"Well, I don't have any lessons, right?" I nodded. The younglings sessions seemed to revolve mostly around finding out what he already knew. "Let's just hang out here for now. I'm really board." I smiled and placed him on my knee as I sat down.
"What's wrong young one?" I asked. I was picking up worry from him through our link.
"I'm just worried about what happened in my last life. Like, how did I meet you all? Was I scared? Did I try to run away? Why were you all on an organic planet in the first place?"
"Sam, just relax and wait for your memory to catch up with you. I promise it will be fine." I soothed him, stroking his head. He may have the intelligence and traits of an older mech, but he was still a sparkling and this still calmed him I knew it, he had fallen into recharge and I was taking him back up to our quarters.
The youngling is going to learn so much that is yet to happen, I was suddenly grateful to our link. I can help him through whatever he see's, and I know not all of it will be good.
As I said, flame it if you want, but if you do, please tell me what I could improve on. I don't know what age he's going to be at when the-oh! OH MY PRIMUS I JUST GOT ATTACKED BY THE PLOT BUNNY! I know exactly what's going to happen here, but there will still be a few chapters before I get there. Just so you know, I'm going to skip a few years in each of these chapters. The next one will probably either be when he remembers a battle or one of the times when Bee came to his rescue. I don't know, but please, please, PLEASE review. I only got one review today, and literary nothing else. It made me sad, I thought about reviewing my own story again.
Anywho (also a word) R&R