Title: Late night talks and a miracle
Disclaimer: Still not mines
Challenge: 18coda (On livejournal) #9. Nocturne (Old French: nocturnal; French: "at night") a quiet, lyrical piece and often with a pensive, dreamy mood
Rating: K+
Characters/Pairings: Sam Witwicky, Optimus Prime
Warnings/Comments: Unbeta'd, Post RoTF, Talk of religion
Summary: Sam can't seem to sleep and his late night wanderings lead him to a talk with Optimus Prime and another event he somehow sparked with his questions.
The first night that Sam spent at NEST with the knowledge he wasn't going back to the mainland except to visit his parents, had been a sleepless one. At first he just sat in irritation at it all on the way too new bed, with the temporary and slightly itchy sheets that would be replaced when the stuff he had packed or ordered beforehand arrived, and sent two more emails to Mikaela in hopes of an answer this time. Only to finally get bored in staring at his empty inbox after thirty minutes to wander the barely populated hallways of the human area of the place. After about four circuits of the area and somehow knowing he could travel the hallways blindfolded now, he turned and started heading to the more populated, but still sparse enough to avoid too many questions, autobot side of the building he had been placed in.
His feet on autopilot as he steadfastly ignored the reason for his sudden insomnia, even as he berated his own mind and kept reminding it that this was not the first time he had slept here and had slept well so lets actually sleep like we're supposed to. Only to stop and stare at where he had ended up and the feelings from his question and answer session with Ratchet bubbling forward and knocking away the fight with Mikaela over his decision to the back reaches of his mind. Sure he knew he had been allowed access here without an autobot present, but it still somehow felt wrong to be in this room with the silver body of Jazz on a table. When inside with 'bee or Ratchet he usually felt subdued and sadden by not getting to know the mech before everything went to hell. Now standing here alone and in the very loud silence (Though how silence could be loud he was so not certain about.) he just felt extremely guilty.
"You'd have been a better choice for revival. I just messed everything up even when I was trying to help."
And it was true in his mind, he almost sold his grandfather's glasses (even if in the end they were useless thanks to Sector Seven.), destroyed the cube that would have kept his friends from becoming the last of their kind, got Optimus killed, probably was part of the reason Jetfire died as well. Yet the Order of the Primes had brought him back when he had died. Sure it was probably because he was holding the sock containing the Matrix sand, but why keep him alive afterwards? And why let Jazz stay dead?
"Samuel, you should be asleep."
One day he was going to ask how someone as big as Optimus could sneak up on him like that, along with how he could use his actual first name and not make it sound hideous to his ears like it did with everyone else.
"I know Optimus…just thinking."
"You would have gotten along with him well."
"It's not fair."
Sam didn't have to turn around to see what sort of expression and body language Optimus was using at that. It was likely the same stance used every time Sam tried to argue about being the fault for Optimus' dying when he did. He knew it was probably a moot point to the Autobots, and Prime in particular; but it didn't mean he had to like the fact.
"I mean, the big guys brought me back, and you back. So how come they don't bring him back?"
"I do not claim to know how the Order of Primes think of this, but they must have a reason Samuel."
"You guys take that really seriously."
"Do not many of the religions on this planet also have such an idea as well concerning their deity or deities?"
"Well yeah, but that never stopped us from asking and getting mad at him. We kinda hope and expect an answer one of these days for what he lets happen to us, and all we have are books or someone telling us God exists and can bring someone back. You guys know it can happen, but don't seem to ever ask…why. Why me and not Jazz when I'm not even of the same species as you guys."
There really wasn't much of an answer to that he guessed, considering how quiet the large mech had gotten. Which was fine with him as they both stood next to one another and watched the motionless body of Jazz for a while longer.
"Samuel, perhaps you should attempt to get some rest again."
"Probably right big guy. Night."
"Good night Samuel."
Having left on such a low note and finally falling asleep an hour later, Sam was not expecting to suffer a small heart attack the next morning. As he stumbled half asleep into the large common area shared by everyone in NEST to witness a very familiar silver Solstice came screeching into the room, only to transform and somehow give off the feeling of grinning manically at the various staring mechs and humans that were in attendance. Only for the supposed to be dead mech to turn his visor towards Sam.
"Well, I reckon it's ya I have to thank for being alive."
Needless to say Sam attempted to make his brain stop running in a sluggish circle of confusion while Ratchet and Sideswipe descended on Jazz and began asking questions. Only for clawed hands to wave in a warding gesture.
"Prime finally asked the Order and they decided I would be important and a lot more helpful alive then dead."
Having slumped to the floor in defeat as his brain decided it had not gotten enough sleep to deal with this and thus took all coherent thought with it, Sam missed the odd look Ratchet sent his way. As if the medic was putting together some pieces of a very abstract puzzle that still didn't make sense, yet.