Part Three:

The Promise_

It took a while for any of them to answer. Ironhide and Rachet found each watching the other; Optimus looked away, contemplating what to say. But they weren't even the first to answer. Sam heard footfalls coming closer, and he looked over his shoulder, eyes widening.

Bumblebee.

The yellow plates gleamed in the light, and Sam took in the fact there were no more scratches on his plating, before smiling. Bee was safe.

"You're loved and always will be loved in return," the radio sang, as the Autobot scout knelt down to where Sam sat, looking into his eyes beseechingly, endeavouring to convince Sam that whatever had happened, there was no need for worries anymore. "One night to be confused, one night to speed up truth, we had a promise made." Sam smiled, one hand held up to touch Bumblebee's cheek plate, rubbing it. Bumblebee leaned in, smiling.

"It does not matter, Sam. I believe that is what Bumblebee is trying to say," Ironhide filled in.

"Still, it does matter to me," Sam murmured, still looking into Bee's optics, seeing the scout happy for the first time in a while. When Sam uttered those words, Bumblebee dropped back a little, but Sam pulled him back. "It's not you, Bee. Don't be worried- I'll- Look, let's just leave it, okay?" He sighed, feeling the pent up emotion falling away through his body just as he took a breath.

"I agree with the angel," Optimus murmured. Everyone looked up to him, except Sam. Looks like she was right, he thought.

He was just a tool.

He felt his eyes close, as the pain resurfaced. He was just a weapon to be used. "But not for the reasons you seem so stubborn to believe. You are a Messenger, Samuel. But you do more than what you explained. You may run around, as you would say. You may 'deliver' messages, and provide whatever necessary information, but you saved my life, and the lives of the people of this planet, three times over. You are more than a Messenger."

"You are glad you know them, and that is why you were chosen to be the Messenger-"

"…You are a very selfless person, Sam."

"You are the Messenger, Sam, but not in the way you believe so firmly. You are a Messenger, not only because you help those most important to you, you save, and you protect what is dearest to you-"

For just that split second, he thought he heard the flutter of wings, and in his mind, he saw them, as clear as day. She was there, watching over him, like she permanently was. He could feel her there, her presence as light and as soft as the pillow below him. It wasn't like she was peeking in, or saying "I told you so," but she was there to urge him to say what she desparately needed all of the others to hear.

He couldn't see her, and he felt himself blank out as she stood close to him. He was not able to see her, she couldn't appear unless he wanted her to. He knew that. He opened his eyes, feeling her hands take his, and lift them.

"Tell them, please," she whispered, her voice pleading, urgent, her fingers trailing through his, before disappearing completely. "Tell them what they all need to hear."

He opened his eyes, feeling the words come as sure as they had been formed in his mind. It gave his stomach a turn in exhilaration: this was his chance to prove he was more than a Messenger-

"…You are a very selfless person, Sam. Instead of saying ' I'd choose to stop all of this, end the fighting, make it like none of it ever happened, like I'd never met these strange beings who chose our world to fight on,' you said, that you wanted to be with them. You are glad you know them, and that is why you were chosen to be the Messenger-"

"What-?"

"There was a reason you were chosen as a Messenger, and before you beg me to stop, please listen. I want you to hear the reasons why. You being chosen as the Messenger was exactly what your great-great-grandfather wanted, Sam. He wanted the world to know the Witwicky name, and to understand that humans can do anything for the greater good. He chose to sacrifice himself, body and mind, in order for someone else in the Witwicky family line, to take up what he began.

"In that way, he met me."

"He met you? How?"

"Archibald Witwicky activated Megatron that fateful day when he discovered the machine in the ice. He was about to resurrect Megatron through his navigation pad, and without even knowing how he was doing it. If things continued the way they were, Archibald Witwicky would've unleashed the monster, and wrecked devastation on earth. The Autobots wouldn't have even been there to help. Not even Bumblebee was there to help.

"I could see this from the stars. I could see the destruction that could be caused by one human, and I realised that I needed to step in before it was too late.

"Immediately, I appeared to Archibald, and broke the news to him, just as he was speaking to the crew members from the cave under the ice. I stilled time, and spoke to him of the future of mankind, and gave him a reason not to ruin what he could take credit for. He took my words, and listened to what the future held, and in this way, he found out about you, Samuel James Witwicky."

"So you started all of this?"

"No, I merely helped. Archibald decided to sacrifice what he knew, everything he'd challenged regarding faith and science, in order to save the world, many, many years ago. He entrusted all of his faith, his belief, and his hope, to you, Sam. He gave you a fate no other human could be given.

"After he 'lost his mind', as you would say, I sent out a signal of sorts, for the entire galaxy to hear. Bumblebee was the first to arrive, and in his way, without any help from me, he found out about the Allsparks residence, here, on earth. He found out the truth about you, and had been waiting for the moment for you to be born. Bumblebee arrived here over forty years ago, before the Decepticons arrived, before Optimus even knew the Allsparks existence here on earth."

"So you brought Bee here? Did my great great-"

"He knew everything that was going to take place, Sam, he even knew we would have this conversation."

"So what's next? What will happen now? Is it all over?"

"Does it feel over? Do you feel an ending, Sam?"

"You know the future, so you tell me."

"… It is not over, Sam. There is still something that all of the Autobots should be aware of."

"What?"

"You can figure it out, Sam. What do you honestly think?"

A/N: Whooooooo! Finished Part Two! Now we are finally getting somewhere!

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