Please note that these characters belong to their original creators as do any songs used in this fiction, not me, this is just my take on what might happen enjoy and let me know what you think.
also i am still trying to fix any mistakes that i might have missed in past chapters (i.e spelling, grammar and so on)
As the rest of the college broke for lunch Sam and Bee headed back to their room to work on the morning's assignments, "what was with the teacher when she handed out the questions for the class, every time she looked at us she didn't?" asked Bumblebee "what do you mean bee?" asked Sam in return, "I mean she couldn't look us in the eye at all, like she was avoiding us or something" answered Bee. Sam replayed the moment in his mind and paid close attention to Miss Everton the math teachers face; Bee was right, she had done everything possible to avoid looking them in the eye while close to them. "I didn't catch that the first time round bee, but your right it's like she didn't want to look at us at all" said Sam, but Bumblebee didn't reply for about a minute. When his full attention returned to his Avatar Sam asked Bee "did you find anything?" knowing full well that Bumblebee had been scanning the college and said teacher for any signs of trouble "no she's human and I detect no sign's of decepticon activity on the grounds either" answered Bee. "maybe she thinks were cute" said Sam playfully, a scowl from Bee told him that was not something to be considered funny or joked about ever again. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding ok, I only have optics for you" said Sam trying to break the tension, the goofy grin the Bee had been wearing on and off for the past few days returned for a moment as a sign the all was forgiven before it was quickly replaced with a more serious look that told Sam he was still not happy about miss Everton's unexplained actions.
"maybe she doesn't like the idea of us in a relationship, you know kind of like trent" said Sam as he tried to explain her actions "no it's not that sam, she would have look at us head on if she felt hatred, it was more like she was hiding something and she didn't want us to catch on" replied Bee. "so what you think that everton's part of some big conspicuous of evil teachers and she's afraid that our autobot sensors will pick up on something they don't want us to?" asked Sam trying to lighten the mood "yeh and colan is the ring leader" answered Bumblebee sarcastically "I'm really serious here sam, there's something going on here and I don't like it". Understanding that no amount of humor would lessen Bee's worries Sam replied "ok bee, but this is college not a battle field, the worst that can happen here is we get kicked out, that's all the power the dean and the others have over us, they can't even call the cops on us because all we have to do is call simmons or some one in the same department to clear things up" "and won't simmons love that" commented Bumblebee. "so stop letting this get you down bee, we have little to worry about here and I don't think megatron is going to manage to get back to earth with out anyone seeing him coming, after all how many tracking stations are looking for incoming targets the could be decepticons right now ten twenty in this country alone" said Sam as he hugged Bee gently.
They at last made it back to their room for a little well earned rest and relaxation, like Bee Sam had taken to finishing his assignments on the way back to their room so that all they had to do when they got there was have the printer transfer them to paper ready for them to hand them in after a suitable amount of time had passed. Sam let his avatar fall back on the bed as he relaxed while Bumblebee cursed at the printer in cybertronian for deciding to run out of ink at that very moment "it can't hear you bee, it's doesn't have a spark or anything" said Sam as he watched Bee open another ink cartridge packet. "yes it can sam, I swear this thing was made out of spare parts from megatron him self" snapped Bee as he slammed the cartridge in place, Sam just laughed as at last something had taken his lovers mind off the supposed danger the teacher presented.
Far across the solar system, deep in the heart of the Decepticon ship Megatron stormed to the pressurized chamber where the abomination as he regarded it was growing. He clenched his fist tightly as the air lock cycled slowly, the Decepticon leader had received no news from Scalpel in days and he didn't like the silence. Once inside the pressurized section Megatron roared "SCALPEL, where are you, I demand a progress report now or shall I terminate your project and you along with it", a small tapping noise came from behind the pod as Scalpel scuttled forward. "I apologize lord megatron, work has reached critical stage, requires more attention that anticipated" said the small Decepticon "you promised this would be simple doctor, if we can not produce these things easily then we should end the project now" said Megatron. Wishing that he could end the pretence "now" Scalpel forced back the insult trying to reach his vocal processor and said "recalculation was required for rapid growth rate, full size will be reached ahead of schedule, now recalculation is complete future creations will require no extra attention", sated by the answer Megatron asked "does your data show that we no longer need the witwicky boy for possible research?".
"final data is awaiting last stage of tissue replacement, specimen has had almost all tissue replaced by cybertronian construct, last tissue is due to be consumed in the next few minutes" said Scalpel "and when finished I will have my answer?" asked Megatron. "yes" replied Scalpel though he already believed he knew what would happen he couldn't take the chance of something occurring against his predictions as it would give Megatron all the reason he wanted to end the project. Movement from the pod drew their attention as the last of the growing Decepticons human body broke away from it's form "it begins" said Scalpel as he drew close to the pod. Inside the pod the creature shifted awkwardly as the last of the conversion took place, the unneeded flesh floated to the bottom of the pod as the last of the new spark chamber formed where a heart once was. Light pulsed out through a small opening as metal grew over the gap, inside the new spark fluttered and flashed wildly as if threatening to go out. Scalpel was silent as he watched his creation in it's most critical stage "is it dying doctor?" though he wanted a weapon to use against the Autobots Megatron hoped deep down that this thing would become nothing more than a failed experiment. But his question received the answer that he didn't want to hear "no, it lives, spark is stabilizing, final stage of growth will soon begin" cried Scalpel his voice filled with pride.
Megatron was disgusted at the though that this thing had done what a true Decepticon hatchling could not, it had survived into it's final growth stage and would soon walk around the ship a mockery of his race. "how long until it is able to fight?" asked Megatron, Scalpel quickly worked out the figure and answered "two earth weeks maybe less, it's final growth has accelerated far beyond norm". Though disgusted by this thought Megatron looked on the fact that he could now take his revenge on the human who had not only tried to kill him but had also brought back Optimus Prime, with thoughts of revenge now filling his mind he asked "then we no longer need the boy?" "no" replied Scalpel "but ask units to retrieve his brain, may be data of use there, even other energon source locations stored". Megatron smiled in a way that could have frightened even the most stalwart solider "very well doctor and if there is another energon source then we may no longer have need for this project of yours", Megatron left through the air lock planning the last details of the attack "stupid fool, even if there is energon source stored in human mind it will only further my project, new decepticon race will rise from here and they will bury you as their first act" though Scalpel as he watched Megatron leave.
"megatron to soundwave, order ground units to get in final position for attack on the witwick boy, order additional units to seek-out and eliminate boy's family after he is dead, their line ends with him" commed Megatron. High above earth Sound wave received the encoded com burst and relayed the orders to the ground units, after a few minutes he received responses from each of them. "soundwave to megatron, two days required for units to reach attack position on remainder of whitwicky family, infiltrator reports that target for replacement is not scheduled to be near the boy for approximately sixty six earth hours, earliest time attack can begin is monday morning nine forty five a:m, please advise on attack schedule" commed Soundwave. The message flew across the solar system to Megatron, he had wanted the boy eliminated as soon as possible but there was nothing he could to hasten an attack that required such delicate timing "information received soundwave, time line approved begin attack on the eleventh hour of monday morning, let it be the final toll for the autobots before we scour them and the humans from this system, order infiltrator to replace his target at first possible opportunity, order the other units to leave the parents alive until the boy is confirmed dead, if something goes wrong and he survives once more then we can use them as bait to trap him again, final order to the infiltrator before attack is not to damage the boys brain, the doctor wishes to examine it for information, begin final count down to attack now" Megatron sent the com burst believing that he had covered all possibility's that could allow the fleshling to survive the attack. Little did he know that the lines of convergence were all ready set firmly on a different track, one that would alter Earth and the war forever.
Back on Earth neither Sam or Bumblebee had any idea that any of this was happening, or what shape these events would cause their future to take. "that does it sam, I've had enough, I am throwing this thing out the window and buying a color laser printer to handle all our work from now on" yelled Bee as looked at another fouled up test page just spat out by the printer. Sam was doing his best not to laugh at his lover, Bumblebee had dealt with killer Decepticons easily and now he was loosing it with a simple ink-jet printer that refused to print without dumping half it's ink all over the page. "maybe it just needs a little coaxing bee" commented Sam as another ink stained page slid out "your right sam" replied Bumblebee all to calmly; in one quick movement he swept the printer off it's shelf cursing at it in cybertronian as it fell to the floor. "not really what I meant bee, but do you feel any better?" asked Sam as he looked at the smashed pieces of the printer that now lay scattered across the floor "yes, actually I feel a lot better now that I know I will never have to use that thing ever again" answered Bumblebee as he let out a deep sigh.
Sam was about to ask when Bumblebee had developed such a hatred of ink-jet printers when a knock at the door interrupted his train of thought, as he was already standing Bee opened the door and found that their most hated teacher was standing there with the dean and the math teacher Miss Everton who had put him on edge earlier. "mr bombus, mr witwicky, so glad we caught you in, we need to have a word about your work of late" said Colan as he barged his way in to their room, "what do you want?" asked Sam as he got off the bed. The smile on Colan's face made Sam feel I'll and even though he knew that he could no longer throw-up his simulated stomach was doing it's best to tell him otherwise, "we're here about the sudden increase in the quality and frequency of your work" said Colan as he looked as the smashed printer on the floor. Bumblebee closed the door and calmly said "it was refusing to work again so I interfaced it with my fist", this caused an air of unease to fill the room as the Dean and teachers pulled closer together for safety. "so how can we help you, not do so well on tests, stop studying, start spending all our time at party's?"asked Sam in his wise ass tone "cute" replied Colan, the comment made Sam feel even worse "no we'd like to look at any work you have ready to hand in at the moment" continued Colan.
"here's some of the work from yesterday" said Bee as he handed over only some their completed papers, the rest stayed hidden as both he and Sam had arranged their papers so that it looked like they were taking what they thought was a normal amount of time to complete them. Colan and the Dean looked the papers over quickly then exchanged looks between each other "these answers are all correct" said Colan as he slammed the paper he was holding down on the desk. Confused for a moment Sam and Bee started comming each other in hopes of figuring out what he was talking about, in a few seconds they had discussed every possibility they could think of as to why he was acting like this "what do you mean?" asked Sam "are they supposed to be wrong or something?". "yes they are supposed to be wrong" snapped Colan "you two have the highest scores in the college and someone is hacking our computers for the answers to the classes, so that meant you two must be the ones responsible as mr witwicky here never had marks this high in his life", Colans face had turned red and he was short of breath as he looked from a very confused Sam to Bumblebee and back again. "how did you do it, we put the wrong answers to your tests on the computers but still you both have a near perfect score?" Colan was fuming as he spoke "because we didn't cheat and this is all your own work" answered Sam, Colan went from over heating to melt down the moment Sam answered his question.
"am I supposed to believe that you did all that work your self, you who never seem to study, you who goes driving every single day the moment class ends, you who never goes in the library" Colan was ready to explode as he advanced on Sam. But his progress was stopped when Bumblebee took firm hold of the professor and dragged him backwards across the room "that's enough, we've told you that it's our own work and your unsprung trap proves that beyond any doubt, I think we've been polite about this long enough so kindly get out of our room" yelled Bee as he almost threw the fuming Colan back into the corridor. The Dean made a quick apology and followed him out under her own power, while she was trying to calm him down Bee turned his attention to the math teacher Miss Everton who was looking over the half printed answers to her class, now a little calmer Bumblebee asked "if you could go as well". But the woman did not move, she just stood there looking over the papers "you really need to go, we've had enough for one day" said Bee "I'm sorry" she replied "you were working on this when we came in weren't you?". Taken aback by the question and sudden change in attitude Sam and Bee both answered "yes" "I understand now, I'm so sorry for all of this really, I'll speak to the dean about getting everything settled, I'm really sorry about everything that's happened" she was smiling at them very gently as she left the room. Bee closed the door and asked "are humans supposed to be that weird?" "not as far as I know bee" said Sam, picking up the pieces of the smashed printer Bumblebee said "next time something doesn't look right we're going on full alert" Sam nodded and replied "no argument here bee".
