I apologies profoundly for not updating a thing. I was on my aunt and uncles farm, they have two horses; Magic and Reggie, and four pigs; Wilber, Joey, and two yet to be named. It's not actually a farm, that's just what we call it. But they insist for everyone to spend time with each other, so I wasn't allowed two minutes on FF. But I wrote about a million new ideas on my phone, review if you want to hear them.
I apologize again to all of you who patiently, and not so patiently, waited for this next chappy. It's going to be short, I haven't been able to work on this one much, and I'm quickly approaching the end of what I have prewritten.
Disclaimer: I don't own transformers.
I suddenly realized it didn't matter if we found the boy on Cybertron, or if the Decepticons never took him. Either way our fates would intertwine. For a split second, I wondered if this was the reason the Decepticons took him, but that thought was quickly squashed by the revelation that if they took him for the glasses, they wouldn't have brought him to Cybertron. Why did they want him?
"Are you sure?" Jazz asked. He nodded.
"Are they still in your family?" I asked, to distracted to realize my mistake.
"Not my family any more. I guess I was lying when I said my name was Sam Witwicky. When they kicked me out, they disowned me. I don't know if they have it." there was a slight rise in his body temperature, he was bluffing. "But mom, or Judy, was always keen on keeping family air looms." he said quickly.
Prime frowned, thinking the same as I had. The poor boy. "Why would they do that?" he asked.
Sam shrugged and looked down, he was defiantly hiding something.
"We must go there. I'm sorry if you wish not to, but we must find the Cube." Optimus changed the subject.
"It's alright. I'll get them for you even." he still looked down, the moment of sureness passed. I looked down at him; surely he would become comfortable with us all eventually.
"Are you sure?" Optimus asked, the boy nodded. Optimus seemed to debate on something briefly before nodding. "There's not really much else we need to do, the better we lead the war away from earth, the better. Let's go." we all transformed and I paused briefly to wait for Sam, who was rubbing his wrist, which was covered by his sleeves. I revved my engine and he hurried in.
All along the way I was running scans on him, specifically his wrist. But I found nothing, maybe I should have Ratchet scan him, he had superior scanners for medical injuries and illnesses. When we arrived there, the door was opening. Sam hurried to get out as two adult humans stepped out.
"Is that you Sam?" the woman asked. The man whispered something in her ear and she got a look of remembrance.
"What are you doing on our property? Get off, ya freak." the man shouted.
"No, hold on. Please. I just need something and I'll never bother you again." He begged. They all stopped in front of each other.
"Leave. Now."
"I promise." he continued, he wasn't scared, but sad.
"Why? We sent you to all the doctors, the therapists we could afford when you were younger. You've wasted enough of our time and money." the woman glared at him.
"I just need one thing. Let me get it and I'll be out of your hair."
"What? Another toaster? How about a lamp this time?"
"Archibald's glasses." their eyes widened in fear.
"I knew it. He was like you. If they are tainted in any way with his, his, freakiness, I want them out of my house." he marched up the front porch and disappeared into the house.
"Sam, why couldn't you have been normal? All I wanted was a baby, why did you have to go and become such a freak?" the woman was close to ears.
"Mo- Judy. I'm sorry I'm not what you wanted. But you have to accept this." she suddenly got angry.
"What? Have you found them? Are there others like you? Do they accept you? Or did you find the aliens? I'm sure they welcomed you with open arms, you seem so convinced they exist."
"They do." he mumbled, so quiet even she wouldn't have heard. The door banged open and the man ran out with a small glasses case. He ran up in between the two of them and held the woman behind him.
"Get them out of my site." he snarled, "And leaves my wife alone. Next time I see you, I'm going to call those paranoid freaks that were after you." Sam grabbed the glasses and ran back to me, I opened the door and closed it as soon as he got in, he had seemed desperate to leave. The others took off, sensing the same thing.
For a while, Sam was quiet. After about five minutes, I decided to break the silence. "Are you alright?" I asked.
He jumped, "Yeah, I'm fine." I scanned him once more. Still nothing.
"Do you want to share what that was about? The others can't hear us." I made sure they couldn't.
"Maybe later." I had a feeling he knew we would talk later. I decided not to press it; I knew there was something different about him. His parents didn't kick him out because they were mean, well, not just because. They did it because he was different. And I had a feeling there was something on that wrist of his. The way he acts sometimes, and what he says, tells me he knows something.
Come to think of it, he had started to trust us surprisingly fast after I started talking to him. Was it because I started getting him to talk, or was it something I said? Does he know something about us; he began to trust us when I told him about the Autobot emblem.
What makes this boy different and what does he know?
I wanted to keep going, but I had to remind myself to break it up into chapters. If I had kept going, you wouldn't have gotten it for a while, and it would have been over ten thousand words, and the last chapter. I hoped you liked it, I have to apologize again, I feel bad about not updating when I had all that time after everyone fell asleep to sneak on and update. I'm that kind of person. I promise I will do everything in my power to update from here on out. Just a warning, sometime soon I'm going home for a while and we don't have any internet access, we don't even have a computer.
Sorry again, and please R&R my other stories, I haven't gotten a review in so long, especially 'The Fallen Scout'. R&R