Hi, I don't have much to say this time, I recently found out Jolt was a last minute cast member, and you know the Arcee triplets? You may know two are Arcee and Charomia, but I also just learned Bay actually named the third Elita One. Hope you like it. =.)

(Skip a few more years.)

"I don't think this war is going to be getting any better any time soon." I warned. Optimus cycled his vents.

"I know. Megatron has been lying low, I don't think whatever he's planning is going to be another attack, trying to just off line us all. I fear he's planning something that might change the course of this war." He looked worried.

I glanced down, feeling now was as good a time as any to tell him of the youngling's most recent flashback. "Optimus," He nodded to show he was paying attention. Sam was recharging after the big trip we had just come back from, Prowl was in a distant city and we had to get to him. We had just gotten back and Optimus had called a meeting about our situation in the war. We were getting nowhere fast, and I worried about his last flash back.

"Sam has had another one. Megatron had kidnapped him and his friends because he was seeing Cybertronian. I don't know what language it was, but it was definitely Cybertronian. You had come in and saved them, I had arrived and made off with the others while you took Sam out of there. He was real upset and wouldn't tell me the rest until he calmed down a bit. He said you died in this one."

Optimus frowned, he didn't seem as concerned as to the fact he died, but more to the fact Sam had obviously watched. "The poor youngling."

"I have a feeling he'll want to talk to you when he wakes." he nodded, in total agreeance.

"Hey, Prime dies? What about us? Tell me we at least tried to get there to help him." Ironhide was upset.

"Yes, everyone did, but Sam say's we got there only minutes too late." I glanced down at him; he was maturing, but seemed to have stopped growing.

"Well, I'm sure hoping he doesn't come from the near future. I don't really want Optimus to die any time soon." Arcee looked worried.

"I have been doing research, trying to find this planet he comes from." Ratchet said. "I wanted to know how close they were to how they would be when this all would happened."

"And?" Optimus asked.

"Not even close. They don't even have what we considered obsolete centuries ago. They have horse, a larger organic that is very tough and has four legs, drawn carriages. They are yet to even know what their planet holds."

"Well, that's a relief, it's good to know you won't die any time soon." I smiled at Optimus. He nodded and looked at the still recharging youngling.

"I hope his life gets better. He only knows death through visions, I hope to keep it that way." And the meeting started back up, about what Megatron could possibly be up to.

Later after the meeting, Arcee and Sunstreaker went off to the youngling's nursery. Decepticon attacks have been getting real bad and We have only going out when needed, and never alone. Ironhide had accompanied Sam and I to visit Prowl, and he was with Sideswipe and Jazz.

I walked back to our quarters, I was getting tired myself. Just before I went into recharge, Sam subconsciously shivered and curled more. From past experience, he would be having a flashback now and it wouldn't be a good. I stroked is back in comfort, he relaxed and I dubbed it safe to fall into recharge for the night.

The next morning Sam was already up, but he was still laying under my hands. Usually I had to get up as soon as he did. Through our link he was sad and quite upset. I stoked his back again, trying to calm him. Well, he was calm, I was just trying to comfort him.

"What did you see last night?" I asked softly.

"Not much. The whole world was after us and we couldn't even contact the others. It was just you, Mikayla," we all knew this was the organic the human Sam liked. "Leo," his roommate in collage, "Skids, Mudflap, and I." I suddenly felt sorry for our future selves. Optimus just died and we would all be stuck with them two with no way to get rid of them. "But in the end we had come up with a plan to try and help save the world from whatever threat was coming.

"I hope there's a good ending to this one." I said wearily. After a moment of silence, I spoke again. "Do you want to see Optimus?"

"Later. I don't want to go anywhere right now." I nodded and continued to stroke his back. Optimus was right, he dose only know death through these visions, but that seems to be enough. At least he knows Optimus is still here and we can go see him at any time.

After a while, I thought he had fallen back into recharge, though I hadn't heard his systems powering down. But he spoke again. "Bee?"

"Hmm?"

"You aren't planning on sending me anywhere, right?" I looked down at him, startled. He was looking down at his hands.

"No. You're staying with us, not even when your officially an Autobot and are old enough to be sent on missions. I'm not sending you anywhere." He didn't look up at me.

"I'm not exactly a sparkling any more, soon I'll be a full grown mech. Am I going to get my own room?" I frowned.

"Will you want one?" I stopped stroking his back and laid my hand over him as I had last night. He looked up at me and I seen the answer in his optics before he said it.

"No." I smiled and went back to stroking his back, over the years it had become a bit of a habit. As he said, he wasn't a sparkling anymore.

"Then you won't. It honestly never crossed my processers to get you your own room." He looked back down and relaxed. "What brought that on?" I asked. He shrugged.

"I was just thinking." He paused. "I want to go see Optimus now." I sat up, shifting my hand below him so he wouldn't fall. I went out the door and towards the planning room, that's not actually what it's called, we non-techies just call it that.

I requested a comm. link with Optimus. He opened his side and greeted me.

::He wants to see you now. We're coming down:: I warned him.

::Alright. You two stayed in unusually late today::

::Sam isn't too happy about his flashbacks right now. I tried comforting him, but he's still a little sad:: I explained.

::Alright. I hope they start to get better; I don't want him dwelling too much on something yet to happed::

::I hope so too. See you when we get there:: Bumblebee out.

I looked down at the youngling. Even if he wasn't really a sparkling anymore, he was still a youngling. My youngling. And I would do all in my power to cheer him up until his flashbacks get better.

Hoped you liked it, I still have one or two more chapters until he is old enough for what I have planned. Hope you're liking my attempt at fluff and cute sparkling Sam. R&R