A/N: Wowza, thank you soooo much everyone! I can't believe you all like my story! X)
Part Four:
I Took a Moment _
Bumblebee held out his hands, and into it fell the Matrix, completely drained of energy, but not before a small, miniscule, silver light flew through its centre, whispery and translucent, flowing through the air. Lennox squinted his eyes, and Epps cursed.
"Is that a threat, by any chance?" he asked, gripping his gun tighter.
"Ssssaammmm," Bumblebee mumbled through static. Lennox and Optimus looked to each other, confusion etched on their faces, Ironhide leaned in closer, watching the whisper thin white light descend from where Bumblebee sat.
"What exactly is that?" Rachet asked.
"Jesus, it's tiny," Skids was more surprised than Mudflap, who simply stared at the little thing like it was no more than a fly, which it seemed it was.
Carly slowly approached it, as it reached her height, her hands coming out to feel for it, against the will of Lennox, who cried out to not touch it. Once her fingers grazed through the almost invisible material, she gave a cry of delight, her eyes closing against the warmth of something so small, a smile on her lips, before she reopened her eyes and let the strip of filmy smoke fall to the ground, her hands falling away from where it sat, the smile still there.
Bumblebee watched, everyone watched, Carly the only one who knew the truth as she stepped forward, toward Sam's body, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pulling him onto his back, Sam's face staring unflinchingly into the skies.
"What's it doing?" Lennox stepped forward to see the white light disappear into Sam's chest, a small sucking sound the only thing they could make out.
"It's Sam," Carly cried, her voice holding the hope all of the others were afraid to have. "Sam's back!"
Bumblebee leaned forward, taking in the scratches on Sam's face, the bruises hidden under the black dust on his face, his clothes, through the small glances of skin under his shirt. He took in every single inch of his charge's face, body, letting the truth of what had happened to Sam wash over him.
Sam saved the world.
Sam stopped the control pillar, effectively saving everyone on this planet, human and machine.
All of a sudden, Sam forced in a breath that no one believed they'd ever hear again, as he forced his body out of what seemed like a deep sleep, his arms pushing him off the ground. His eyes went wide, as he crashed into Carly's body, her cry of happiness reflected on the faces of the men and Autobots watching.
"Oh, God! Sam, I love you, I love you, I love you- Please, promise me, you won't do that again? Please, promise!" Her voice hollered over everything else, and Sam relaxed into her embrace, his unsteady arms reaching around her, pulling her as close as he could.
"I told you I was coming back," he croaked, his voice toned down by the amount of black smoke he inhaled from earlier.
"Why did you do that? I almost lost you, Sam!"
"I'm the – Messenger, right? That's what Mearing said, and it's what Dylan told me, and they-," he coughed, bending over his whole body consumed with violent tremors.
"Messenger? What the hell are you talking about? Oh, it doesn't matter; just promise me you won't do that again, okay?"
He was locked in her embrace, unable to feel his way out of it, when he heard Lennox's voice, calling out- "Hey, give the kid a chance to breathe, we don't want him falling over again!"
Sam was able to make out the voices of the Autobots, and he looked over his shoulder, as soon as Carly let him go, to see them all hovering over them. A confused look came over him, something happened a second ago, but he couldn't recall-
Feathers-
There were feathers-
"Sam? Can you tell us what happened?" Optimus bent forward, "Aside from the obvious?"
"What do you mean? Where- Where are the Decepticons? What happened?" Sam looked muddled, his face running from each end of the street, wondering what on earth had happened.
There was a blinding light-
Ironhide. Mudflap.
"Home?"
Feathers-
"Of course you belong-"
"Messenger-"
Cybertron-
Heaven-
Sam shook his head, looking down to where he was sitting-
'Raising his hands, slowly, knowing that in the end, it would be some sort of sacrifice, he let himself go, feeling only grief, and knowing there would only be pain-'
The face of an angel…
The Matrix- The Matrix!
"Something to do with the- the Matrix! Light- Faces, Cybertron-"Sam looked up, where the hell was Cybertron?
"Sam?" Carly was worried, "You don't remember what you just did?"
"I-," he looked down to his hands, "I guess I delivered a Message, right? Just like I always do." Of that much, he was sure. Lennox was confused, and Epps cocked an eyebrow up, looking toward Rachet, whose perceptions of what the boy was experiencing was amnesia.
"I guess you did, Sam," Lennox rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face, indicating he was joking.
In that instant, Bumblebee thought he saw another feather falling on top of his charge's head, and leaned in toward Sam, who saw what his guardian was doing and looked up to him, a smile on his lips. "Hey, Bee, what's up?" He laughed when Bumblebee looked a little taken aback. "What's wrong, Bee?"
"Do you see what I see?" his radio crooned, and Sam's eyes widened in fear.
"What? Do I look weird?"
Bumblebee pointed to Sam's back, where Optimus picked it up immetiately, sensing the scout's distress.
Wings. Transparent, barely there, and they could only be seen for a few seconds, before they disappeared completely, but they were there, Bumblebee wasn't hallucinating.
"In all my years, I've never in my life seen a being quite like that," Optimus laughed, as the pale white wings vanished into the air, like the dust from the feathers. They were Sam's feathers, obviously.
The feathers from the sky were all of Sam's.
Rachet looked to both the Autobots, saying "Great, I'm going to have my work cut out for me when we get back to base!"
Epps laughed, "Oh yeah, I think we'll all have our work cut out for us when we get back, especially if we get attacked by Mearing!" The men all burst into laughter at that, and Carly chuckled, hand holding Sam's.
"You didn't hear what she said about me, then," Sam's face veered toward anxiety, looking up to Carly, who looked at him again, worried.
"Who?"
Sam looked up to the statue of the angel, standing high above them, and for that second, he believed what she'd said, the angel, when he was asleep, when he was drifting through the remnants of what he was then and what he was slowly becoming.
"… Nothing, never mind." Sam smiled, reassuring her that her boyfriend was not going mad, but Bumblebee looked toward the statue and blinked, before holding a hand out toward Sam, as he looked back down. Sam beamed at his Guardian. "Hey, big guy, you okay? You look like you're in shock or something."
Bumblebee nearly strangled him at this outburst. Did he not fully grasp the fact that he was dead a few minutes prior? He used his fingers and gently picked the tiny human up, ignoring his protests, holding out his hand for Carly to get onto.
"Bee! Don't do that! How many times do I have to tell you? Whenever you guys pick me up like this, I feel like a freaking pet!" Sam's eyes were shining, his face staring straight into Bumblebee's, who tried to seem innocent, but knew this wasn't working. When Carly climbed onto the giant's hand, he held them close to his chest plate, wondering if Sam would get the idea, without him having to use words.
There were a few muffled chuckles from Skids, Mudflap, and Epps, who couldn't contain themselves. Optimus looked away, a small chuckle playing on his lips, unable to hide itself from the world.
Eventually, when the remarks died down, and when all was left to that uneasy silence, Bumblebee looked down to see Sam leaning against his chest plate, as if weary. His eyes were closed, and there wasn't a word coming from the tiny human's mouth. Carly noticed this, and put her hand on his shoulder, and still Sam didn't stir, until, ten seconds later, he whispered-"Missed you too, Bee."
Bumblebee felt his spark whirring with delight, and his face crinkled with happiness. Optimus put a hand on Bumblebee's shoulder, causing the young scout to turn around, still holding the two humans. When the other Autobots got a good look at Sam, Carly taking in the fact he was safe and sound, peacefully falling into sleep, everyone decided to call it in, and head home.
Home.
There was a voice; softly luring Sam into that passive numbness he called dreams. A voice he recognised instantly, one that drew him toward her, a voice he recognised as the angel's.
The angel who saved his life.
A/N: Okaies, soooo, this is the end to the first part of the series... And then continuation starts as of now! I know for some of you, you probably all think that putting an angel into the mix doesn't fix right, but whenever I think of war, and fighting, I imagine angels protecting the innocent...
Angels are something I believe firmly in, so I do apologise to anyone who thinks this is a little less like a fanfiction and more of a rant and rave about what does and doesn't exist...
I hope you've enjoyed it so far anyway, and please tell me if you like it, or not! Thanks a million! xoxox