Here's the next chapter folks. :)
Primus was floating invisible in the Autobot base, watching the young boy as he snuggled into his guardian's arms. He sighed softly as the memory of what had happened in the store surfaced. Primus hadn't wanted anybody to see him other than Sam. The boy was the determining factor in this war, even if he didn't know it yet.
Across from him, Unicron sat cross legged with a smirk on his face. He was watching the boy with hungry optics. He looked up, sensing the other god's gaze.
"What?" he snapped.
"The boy will never choose you."
"Oh, but he will," Unicron said with a laugh, baring his sharp denta. "I imprinted him first."
"And I imprinted on him," Primus argued calmly. "He bears both of our marks. He must choose, and I believe Sam will choose me."
"What is it with you and the Primes and choice? Besides, is it really a choice if you force it on him?"
"I did not force this on him. You did. I simply gave him the freedom of choice to which direction he wants to go."
"You just delayed the inevitable. He has suffered too much in this life to have any good desires left in him. Once he gets rid of the horrid influence of the Prime, he will fall into my world and cause misery."
"I believe he still has good in him."
"Of course you do. You're an optimist," Unicron muttered then went silence.
Primus went back to staring at the boy, floating down closer to him. He made himself barely visible and smiled at him. Sam's eyes widened and he stared directly at the mech, who appeared to be made of the air itself. Primus leaned forward and softly murmured an apology and kissed the boy's cheek.
Unicron watched in disgust. Primus was much too soft for his tastes. The boy was his anyways. One look into Primus' sweet golden optics and Unicron felt a tiny prick of doubt. Despite all the pain he had given the boy through his life, Sam had never taken to violence and death. The fact that he got the boy to start cutting was his greatest accomplishment with him, but Primus' interference meant that the light mech had stopped many of his plans.
It had been like that for nearly seventeen years.
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Unicron slithered through the earthlings weak walls into the room where the baby slept. He was less than a month old and was sleeping soundly. His hair was brown and his eyes, when they opened to peer curiously up at him, were brown as well. The mech scooped the newly christened Samuel James Witwicky into his arms and grinned meanly.
Pressing a claw against the boy's left shoulder, he pierced the skin and watched as blood bubbled up. Around the small hole, the Cybertronian symbol for Unicron formed quickly. As he watched, black shot through the boy's hair and watery eyes, changing the color. He smiled and quickly placed the boy down as he started crying and left. He would have his channel in around thirteen earth years, but the boy would cause much damage in that time.
As the boy cried, gentle arms suddenly picked him up and a soothing voice eased him. A single touch to his bleeding shoulder staunched the blood flow and healed the skin, the mark of Unicron fading. The child opened his eyes and stared up at the new mech. He was much gentler and kinder looking than the other mech had been and it soothed him greatly.
Primus lifted Sam to his face and kissed his right shoulder. A shimmering mark appeared, the mark of Primus in all its glory, before it too faded. Primus set the infant down and a howl of anger erupted into the night.
"You ruined it! My plans! Everything!" Unicron howled then calmed and hissed. "No. You will not win this one. I will make his life hell and he will turn to me. I will consume him with pain!"
"I believe in this little one," Primus said, staring at the floating god and smiling. "Samuel…I do believe in you."
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Primus was floating in the Autobot base the next day as the humans arrived. Greetings were said and they began chatting with the new mechs that actually liked to spend time with humans. All too soon, which saddened the silver god, Sam's secret was revealed and the pitying began. They immediately began treating him differently.
Sam, after growing tired of the pity, left to be alone. Primus and Unicron followed him, both of them noticing the sad looks that the Autobots threw after him and the pitying looks the humans gave. Sam walked to his little private clearing, the two gods following him. Primus lowered himself into the water immediately. The liquid fascinated him. It could be ice cold or boiling hot, frozen or steaming. It could clean or infect. It seemed to be a contradiction to itself sometimes. Unicron said it reminded him of Primus.
"My turn," Unicron said and pulled earth up to cover himself.
Primus watched with deep sadness as Unicron immediately began playing off Sam's pain. It hurt the silver god to see anybody in pain, but he had no choice. Unicron had given him plenty of time with the boy, and now, as the golden one had said, it was his turn. It was only fair, and Unicron played off of Primus' sense of fairness. It still did not feel very fair.
"Hello Sam," Unicron said in a falsely sweet tone. "Others not understand you?"
"Of course not," Sam said unhappily, rubbing his wrists.
"Why would they?" the earthy mech continued, idly walking around the sad boy.
"Huh?" the boy asked, looking highly confused then seemed to realize which mech he was talking to. "Oh, it's you."
"Who else would it be?"
"The water mech. I like him. He's nice like Optimus. You're kinda…blunt and, well, mean."
"I'm just honest," Unicron said smoothly. "I mean, in all seriousness, why would anyone understand you? Look at you. You've been beaten, abused, and abandoned. You're too sensitive to everything. You take everything as an offense. It's a wonder you're not crying now…oh, yes, there are the tears."
Sam growled. "Go away!" he snapped, embarrassed by his tears.
"Oh, Sam. I'm not going away. I shall stay with you until the choice is made. And if I am right, I shall stay well past that. I know all your secrets. I have been with you all your life. I have seen your pain, your humiliation, and everything you want to keep hidden. I know about the secret cutting you've been doing, not on your arms, but elsewhere so you can hide it from the Autobots."
Sam's eyes widened. "Shut up!" he screamed, standing up.
"I know of your deep fear that you will never fit in anywhere. You fear that Prowl is right about you. That you're pathetic and nobody will ever want you."
Sam lashed out, and immediately regretted it. The mech was hard as stone and he gasped as his hand came away bloody. Unicron laughed.
"You really are pathetic, human."
The dirt collapsed as Unicron disappeared and Primus gathered the water to cover him. He walked over and gently cleaned Sam's hand.
"Oh, Sam," he sighed. "Don't cut yourself. Tell the others that you need more help."
"What if they hate me?"
"They love you, Sam," Primus whispered, stroking a strand of hair out of his face.
"I…I guess I could tell them," Sam sighed. "Thanks."
Sam stood up and smiled as the water mech disappeared. He took a deep breath then began walking back towards the base. Meanwhile, Unicron glared at Primus as they floated along.
"You just had to comfort him."
"Hurting him is not the answer," Primus sighed, knowing that no matter what he said, Unicron wouldn't listen to him. "Love is. He needs to know that he is loved."
"Love. That is always your fallback plan. Love is ridiculous."
"Love is all he needs. It's why he will choose me," Primus said confidently.
Unicron narrowed his optics. "We shall see, my old foe. We shall see."