Hey, writing the next chapter is surprisingly hard, for 'Lies, or just not the whole truth?' I can't seem to remember how they got his high mom out of the room, what happened next, and pretty much everything from then up until she steals the Frisbees. I don't want to make it exactly the same, I am changing it, but I want to try and remember this to keep the story strait in my head. (I watch the movie in my head as I write this.) Any ways, I already had this written out on my phone, so I decided to take a break.
The next morning, I woke up to see him still curled, except he was buried into my neck joint and fast asleep. I didn't want to wake him, for he needs the sleep, so I tried to get a signal from something on earth. As it turns out, they have something called 'the world wide web' and I could learn just about anything from it. I proceeded to compare his appearance to the cultures' around their world and came to the conclusion he was most likely from 'America' ad learned their language quickly.
When he started to wake, I started to stroke his back again, it has become a habit. He tensed when he realized where he was. I gently moved him so I could sit up and decided to put my newly learned language to the test.
"What is your name, sparkling?" for he was just that, a sparkling, from what I have learned, a 'teen'. And this was only about 16 years of life. He would be a hatchling on Cybertron, but not on earth. All the same, he was young.
He looked at me in surprise, but only stared. I shifted him once more and started stroking his back, stroking the back is something that usually sooths sparklings, that is why I thought of it.
"I will not hurt you, do not be scared." I tried to reassure him.
"S-Sam. He said quietly. "I'm Sam." he said even more so.
"Call me Bumblebee. I will take care of you here." He nodded, still tense and untrusting. I stood and walked toward the rec. room, where Ratchet decided to keep the boy's food. Seems I got the right language.
I held him close to my spark for warmth; the Arc wasn't exactly the warmest ship in the universe. I grabbed a small bag labeled 'mornings' and handed it to Sam as I sat down. He looked at me questionably and cautiously.
"You need to eat, Ratchet has acquired food that holds all the nutrients you need." he eyed the bag cautiously and nibbled a piece. He waited a moment, then downed the whole bag. He had to have been hungry. I disposed of the bag. Optimus had let me off until the boy was more comfortable and trusting with us. I was grateful to him; I was worried for the boy. But after that, we would either drop him off at earth, he must have people he misses, or keep him with us. There might be a reason the Decepticons had him. And if we leave him alone, the Decepticons could easily get him once more.
I decided to dedicate my time to gain the boy's trust. I took him back to my room to try and get him to talk to me; here the others won't just walk in.
"How long have you been there?" I asked kindly, trying to show I meant nothing but help.
"About a year." he said hesitantly, obviously not trusting me completely and suspicious. I did notice he was much more relaxed than when I found him. I allowed myself to think we were getting somewhere.
"Do you know why?" he shook his head, but it was hesitant. He had to know something. I started to stroke his back; talking and this both seemed to get through to him.
"No." he obviously hadn't spoken in a while. I tried something that should get him to trust me.
"Do you have a family, friends?" I could tell him once he was better, we would take him to them, if he chooses. Optimus would never hold someone against their will; I would probably stay to watch over him.
"No. My parents dumped me in an adoption center and everyone called me a freak." I frowned; no sparkling should be treated that way. I brought him back to my spark and he surprised by by huddling toward it. We were silent for a moment, me from surprise. One minute he was still completely untrusting and the next, he was taking comfort from me. Maybe it was the question.
"You know you are safe here. None of us will hurt you." he looked at me in confusion, he didn't know the difference between Autobot and Decepticon. He thought we were all the same. I pointed to the Autobot symbol on chest plates. "Anyone with this symbol is on your side." He eyed it with recognition. He probably noticed all the Decepticons had one, and now he sees I have a different one. That must comfort him even more, noticing the differences in the two sides.
He nodded, but I knew he was still edgy, but he now seemed almost completely relaxed with me.
"Do you need anything?" he shook his head, more sure of himself than earlier.
Just then, Ratchet came in, handed me the boy's medicine and walked out. I glanced at them, 'one a day'. Simple enough. I glanced down at Sam, not missing how he tensed when Ratchet came in, and relaxed when he left. He trusted me, but was still unsure about the others.
"Here, to help your health. One a day." I said since he couldn't read Cybertronian. He took them and swallowed one without objection, then pocketed the rest. Ratchet had discovered Earths internet also.
I got Sam to talk the rest of the day, raising the trust, if he didn't trust the others, best to like one of us. Have one friend among strangers.
Hoped you liked it, you can yell at me for not updating 'Lies, or just not the whole truth?' I am. I am truly and honestly working on it, but it's just not coming to me. I will be up tomorrow, even if I skip three of my four small meals. I actually would have it up tonight, almost done, but I woke up at noon today and have to go to bed early tonight. Srry. I can tell you where I am though; his parents just entered his dorm. I have 807 words now, and usually have in the high thousands, so I am almost done, as soon as I remember what I said above, I'll finish it in, like, ten minutes maximum.
Now I apologize for the boring 'forgive me's'. I will bore you no longer, because who really wants to read such a long AN? R&R