A/N:: Okay, so I expected the original chapter to be the end, but I thought maybe I could continue this... If you don't want to read on I understand, and thank you for reading the original Messenger...

Alos, as always, Transformers does not belong to me... If it did, Sam and Bumblebee would be WAY more emotionally tied together and there would be way more screen time for them in the movies... But alas, I am not the director, I am but a humble fangirl... XDD

The Unidentified Chapter—

Part One

What May Come

Through the chaos that never seemed to end, there was a sudden pause, a look toward the sky and then there was silence. Everyone looked up, unable to take their eyes away from what was happening before their eyes. A look told them what they'd tried to do had failed: Cybertron was crumbling in, warping into a sort of black hole, the inside melting away into itself. The end had begun.

There were shouts for joy mainly spoken through the lips of men; neither Autobot nor Decepticon opened their mouths, the shock of seeing their once thriving planet slowly disintegrating into mere dust was too painful for either end to witness.

Bumblebee looked up, and for some reason, he thought he saw ashes falling around them like snow. Why was he seeing something that wasn't there? The Decepticons were as slow to react as he was. He wondered if they seeing what he was seeing: were they seeing what they tried to bring back above them, or to destroy what was below them?

It seemed the fight had gone from them just as soon as it had come, but he refused to leave it at that. Changing his arm into a gun, he barrelled away at anything that was not friendly, or who tried to pull his head off a minute ago. Each shot brought him closer to the end of all of this, the end of all of this fighting. He activated his helmet, falling over his face, ignoring the still falling ashes as they spiralled around him in small piles of black dust.

The NEST men gathered around him, and started to shoot away with him as they slowly made their way to the towers where the pillars had once stood. He knew the control pillar had made its fall from grace a fair ten minutes ago, and he knew that the NEST men were searching for it, so he decided to make his way over with them. Carly ran alongside him and he noticed she stuck with him even though the NEST men broke off into smaller groups, walking under his legs as he made his way through the rubble of Chicago city.

He knew that she trusted him more than the others, because Sam trusted him, and that made him happy.

Skids joined him, covering his back, shooting out at any stragglers still alive after the barrel load of shots he'd fired. He noticed Skids was quiet, and he wasn't surprised, considering his brother had gone to the Allspark now. He felt sympathy for the poor Autobot, but shook it off, knowing he could say something later, when all this fighting was finally over.

When they rounded the corner, Bumblebee's energon levels spiked, and he could make out the lifeless pillar ahead of him. He started to shuffle closer, noticing there were no Decepticons on the street. He lowered his gun, conscious of the fact there may be an ambush. Lennox, below him, started signalling Epps and a separate group to move closer, guns still raised. Carly, below him, was looking around, her eyes searching for someone. Bumblebee guessed it was Sam, but he was nowhere to be seen. Skids turned around, and they made their steady walk closer. Bumblebee deactivated his helmet.

The statue, once standing tall, had now fallen over, the pillar lying, discarded, beside it. Bumblebee stopped, seeing the motionless body of Dylan Gould hanging out of one of the arms of the statue and as he moved closer, blue optics scanning the statue itself, he jerked back, noticing it was the statue of an angel, her wings curling around the gravel below her, face down, hands held out, as if trying to catch herself before she fell. It was a sad sight.

Lennox called out to the teams as he reached the pillar first. It was deactivated. They were safe.

Skids cocked his head to one side. "So, let me get this straight: that David dude, who is lying dead on that rock over there, stopped Cybertron from entering the earth's atmosphere?"

At that precise moment, Bumblebee noticed the body, lying face down on the pavement, under the angel herself. Lennox wouldn't have seen it, Epps wouldn't have noticed, not from where they stood, but Bumblebee saw it as clear as day. It was only then that he heard Carly's voice pop the question-

"Where's Sam? He said he was coming here."

"Must've got caught up in another fight elsewhere. He's probably with Optimus," Lennox supplied, taking more interest in the pillar in front of them.

"No, he said he was coming here. Sam wouldn't detour around. He doesn't do that kind of a thing."

Bumblebee just stared at that body, scared. He knew that backpack. He knew that t-shirt, even though it was torn and bloodied. He knew those hands, curled around his face, turned away from him, as if he was shy.

"Well, he must've, because I don't see him here, Carly." Epps was looking around him, expecting to see the kid come running around a corner, a Decepticon hot on his heels, but nothing came, and he couldn't hear much, except for the faraway sounds of gunshots and metal straining against metal.

"Sam?" Carly called, her blonde hair streaking out behind her as she looked over her shoulders, away from the others, toward opposite ends of the streets. "Sam?"

Bumblebee edged closer, hoping against hope that what he was seeing wasn't real. As soon as he reached the statue, both hands reached under it, and pulled it up, feeling the stone strain under the strength of his grip. Tiny pieces of stone fell from the angel's face, serene as she was, like tears, bits gently rolling off the motionless body below her. He ignored the sound of David's body snapping in two behind him as the angel's weight squashed him. David deserved that. David deserved every snap in his bones for what had happened.

Because that was Sam's immobile body lying under the gaze of the angel.

He heard Carly scream, running immediately running toward him, eyes wide in distress. Lennox stopped and stared at the tiny human's body, barely breathing, sudden realisation hitting him hard. Epps stood behind Lennox, as did many of the men, their faces just as disturbed as Carly's as she leant over Sam, her hands trembling as she gently touched his back, feeling the blood seeping through the fabric of his t-shirt.

"Sam stopped the control pillar, not David," Epps supplied, his voice as shocked as it was broken, dropping his gun to waist level.

Skids stared at Sam, trying to comprehend what was before him, eyes wide and nervous.

Was there another dead body to add to the list?

Carly's body started to shake, the tears streaming down her face, as she buried herself into Sam's neck, confirming the truth. Bumblebee remained where he was, his head looking up to the sky, clear as day, the sun already streaming through the clouds. The fighting was over, he could tell, as he heard an incoming transmission from Rachet-

"All Autobots report to these co-ordinates….."

He heard all of the other Autobots reporting in to Rachet, he even saw Skids turn toward the end of the street, before turning back to him. "Well, it looks like there's nothing more that we can do here," his voice was as dead as the voices of the other men standing in silence for the brother they had lost, Carly's howls the only sound echoing off the walls of the buildings still miraculously still standing.

Bumblebee looked back down to his best friend, lying cold on the gravel, unable to move his metal frame away. Sam was-gone? Sam wasn't coming back? Sam was-

"Skids here. We aren't able to come to you- No, we aren't injured, but- Here, let me try to say something – Sam is- No, there's no need to bring medics in-No, we can't move him, at least I don't think we should- yeah, come here, okay? Over and out."

Skids was acting unnaturally mature in the face of all of this. Then again, when faced with so much pain and destruction, you tended not to joke around.

Bumblebee kneeled down, closer to his friend, wanting to touch him, and see if he'd move, feeling his spark dwindle under the strain of having to see a sight so broken.

Lennox put his hand on Carly's shoulder as she cried herself senseless, her cries of pain filling the ears of anyone close by. But it wasn't Carly Bumblebee was so engrossed with, it was Sam, who was alive twenty minutes ago, who looked at him in the face from under the car, eyes full of tears as he watched him march to his death, hands behind his head. It was the only picture in Bumblebee's mind, the only one he could conjure for his friend, now lost in a sea of death and numbness.

It was only then that the hurt surfaced, as Bumblebee reaslied he was never going to see his best friend alive ever again.

Was that why he saw the falling ashes earlier? The ashes, which fell, like snow?