Asylum of the Scripture

Part One:

Wondering_

It was days before he was allowed out on the grounds of base. When Rachet finally rolled his eyes to the protests Sam gave, pointing toward the exit of the infirmary, Sam jumped with glee, and climbed out of the bed. He was finally able to walk, and see how things had changed. It had only been two weeks, yet the changes to the government buildings were drastic since he had been here last. They were still taking apart any metal that could be salvaged, and he could make out the Autobots tearing up chunks of the stuff, dropping it on the floor of the men beside them.

He watched them silently, sending up a prayer for the angel to hear, hoping that they wouldn't find too many dead bodies lying mangled underneath the sheaths of steel. Hands in pockets, he found his footing over one of the broken and torn down helicopters which hadn't been moved yet. In the distance he saw Lennox calling out orders for the men, and Epps standing out on the side, one box of medical supplies in one hand, and in the other, a hammer.

Epps was the first to see him walking steadily toward them.

"Hey, you shouldn't be here!" One of the officers called out, and Sam mentally cursed himself, turning around, huffing.

"Look, I'm here to help-"

"No, you need to leave, please, sir-"

"I'm with the Autobots, for Chrissakes! Jesus, I have been here for the past two weeks-"

"Even more of a reason for you to leave. I'll ask you to please follow me, sir-"The stout officer grabbed Sam by the arm, and started to pull him along, but stopped as he heard Epps call out-

"Hey, Sam! He's with me."

The officer looked at Epps doubtfully, "Mearing won't like this-"

"Mearing knows this guy, and practically all of the team here know him. Please let him go." Epps waited until the officer slinked away, a pair of eyes still on Sam.

"You shouldn't be here, Sam," Epps whispered, turning from the officer, and walking with Sam toward where he originally was walking, toward Lennox and Ironhide. "Mearing will eat you if she finds you here."

"I've been here for two weeks, and all Mearing wants to do is eat me?" Sam asked jokingly. "Where is she anyway?"

"Lurking around. She still wants the Autobots gone. We, that is, all of us guys here, including the President of the United States, wants them to stay. He said it was their home, just like you did, from the beginning."

"So, I'm guessing Mearing doesn't want that."

"Doesn't want it? She despises the fact she can't do nothing about it." Epps chuckled, and Sam smiled easily, as Lennox turned toward them, seeing the two men approaching.

"Sam? When did you get out of infirmary?"

"Just now, and before any of you say anything, I'm here to help, and I'm not moving until I do, Lennox," Sam's voice held an inch of steel in it. No way in hell was anyone keeping him back anymore, not on his watch.

"Wasn't thinking of doing that. I'm just worried you'll get yourself hurt. You still look pale."

"Nothing a bit of movement won't fix," Sam replied good naturedly, pulling his hands out, and taking in all the devastation around him. "What are we doing?"

"Moving base. Were just getting the last of anything we can use here," Lennox answered, pulling out something that looked vaguely sharp from a pile of metal containers. Ironhide lifted up those containers, and dropped them to the side, before stepping back.

"I'm afraid we found another one," he mumbled, and Sam looked over Lennox's shoulders, taking in the sight of red-

There was brightness- burning, searing, brightness- he screamed out in pain, feeling his hands wet with so much blood, blood, blood, blood- Oh God, blood- he was covered in-

"I need another stretcher!" Epps called out, while Lennox stared at the body lying inside the metal, squashed as if it was nothing but a strawberry caught between the folds of a blender. Sam looked away-

Why was he bleeding so much? Breathing's too fast- He can't feel his body- Why can't he feel his legs? Oh God, thepain-thepain-thepain-thepain-thepain-thepain-

"Can you recognise who it is?" Ironhide asked emotionlessly, his hands flexing.

"No, I cant." Lennox rubbed the cap he was wearing, before throwing it off, letting it hit the floor, cursing. He turned away from the body, hands over his eyes. He turned back and took a look again, crouching down, he murmured a prayer.

"Hey, bud, you've been at this for the past few days, nights even. You really should take a break-" Epps' voice was drowned out by Lennox's.

"There are over eighty dead bodies in here, and so far, we've only found thirty! I can't rest until all of my men, no matter what shape they're in, are accounted for-"

He felt himself being squished into nothingness, and eventually, he knew his voice would be heard by no one-

"Officer Adam Brennan," Sam murmured, watching the body before him, as he walked toward Lennox. Epps turned to him, forgetting what he was saying.

"What?" Lennox's voice carried through the sight of blood and bodies mangled beyond all recognition.

"Officer Adam Brennan, that's his name," Sam tried not to think of those last few moments, the ones where he felt what Adam felt, seeing the face of an innocent 18 year old boy, eyes framed by blond hair, smiling face. Sam closed his eyes, and turned away.

"How can you-"

"I just know, okay? I can tell," Sam felt sick, but he fought the urge to run. His hands were shaking. "There's another two bodies underneath him, one female, the other male. Her name is Sarah Williams, and the other is John Murray, both sergeants." The two men and Autobot looked at him in disbelief.

"You can recognise them? How?" Lennox was heart-broken. He knew John very well, and he was on the same team as Adam once before.

"Please don't ask me that, I just know," Sam whispered, feeling uneasy, his hands finding their way back into his pockets so the others couldn't see what he could so clearly.

He turned away and walked out of the room entirely, feeling the gazes of those men fire into the back of his head. As he found his way to the entrance, he caught the looks of the same officer as before, who smiled at him evilly.

Sam stopped, looking at him straight in the eye, before approaching him, "Look here, you son of a bitch, before you even think about smiling in the face of all these bodies lying there. There are people underneath all of that, and they are so fucking messed up, not even the families will be able to recognise them. Show some fucking respect." It shut the officer's mouth up straightaway, and he stared coldly ahead.

Sam walked out, his heart heavy, wanting nothing more than not to see another dead body for the rest of his life. But that was impossible, considering he wanted desperately to be by the side of the Autobots, no matter what.

He walked toward the entrance of the government buildings, but heard the revving of an engine, which stopped him in his getaway tracks. He could make out the sound of that engine anywhere. Bumblebee.

He looked over his shoulder, and saw the yellow Camero approach him, engines revving again.

He could make out a song from Nickelback playing in the background, and he laughed, glad for the distraction.

"As we lie beneath the stars,

We realise how small we are,

And if they could love,

Like You and Me,

Imagine what the world could be"

The radio sang away, swaggering on the chorus, and Sam laughed again, as Bumblebee transformed, towering over him. He leaned over, coming in toward his face, and Sam touched his jawline, rubbing it with affection.

"Haven't seen you in ages, Bee," Sam laughed, and Bee was taken aback: Something was wrong with Sam. His heart rate was going into over drive as Sam walked off base campus. Just now, he heard it slowly descend into its normal pace, as Sam looked into those blue optics meaningfully. There was a minute where the unspoken words were shared through the glance of brothers, bonded through memories shared, and times lost and long gone. Bumblebee could tell Sam had experienced something he didn't want to, but not even he could figure it out. Bumblebee was strictly forbidden into the hanger where all the destruction was so obvious.

"We're leaving things unsaid," he heard the correct station blur the words as they blasted through his speakers, and Sam smiled faintly, "We've seen difficult—We can talk it out."

"It's alright, I'm fine. There's no need to worry," Sam whispered, looking away from that innocent gaze, yet knowing innocent wasn't the word. Bee's seen a lot of things that defied innocence. "You wanna go out for a while?"

"Have we got the go?"

"Hm, I'm sure we do," Sam replied, wondering, for the first time, where Carly had disappeared to. When he woke up, she wasn't there, and even when he asked Rachet, not even he knew. "Can we pop by Carly's? I just want to see if she's there." The scout cocked his head to the side, before transforming back to the yellow Camero, yellow paint gleaming.

As soon as they arrived at her apartment, Sam's eyes caught a hold of her car, and he dived into the doorway, hands fumbling for his keys, the one she gave him over a year ago. When he found the right key, he ran up the stairs, toward her place, and as soon as he opened the door, she was on the opposite side, just heading out. Her eyes flew open in surprise, before she hugged him, her voice capturing the feelings he had deep inside.

"Sam! You're here! Oh my God, Sam! I thought Rachet said you weren't to leave-"

"I made him let me go." He closed his eyes, lost in her warm embrace, and he pulled her off her feet, and she laughed.

"You made a thirty foot robot with guns let you leave base?" she asked doubtfully, her eyes glistening.

"Well, not exactly leave base, but that doesn't matter," he chuckled, kissing her softly on the lips. She leaned in close, and Sam forgot everything, all the harsh memories he'd lived through, all those swirling, scary memories of those mislaid in war, and he lost himself in what was Carly. Her squeeze surrounded him, filling him with a sweetness he'd forgotten when he accidently got her kidnapped.

She smiled against his lips, "So, are you heading back?"

"I don't know. You heading out to that new job?" Sam replied, feeling himself lose the spell she'd put on him, but comfortable in what was here, right now.

"Yup. Now Daddy's little girl managed to sink her little fangs into that secretarial job she's always wanted."

"It's a good thing the President gave you a recommendation letter, huh?"

"Hm, it helped," she pouted, her arms coming around his neck, holding him close. He didn't want to let go of this beautiful woman, even if he had to. He could hear the warning bells Bee would start singing out if he didn't hurry.

"Do you want a ride?" She gave him that innocent expression. "Hey, I meant to work."

"You've got Bumblebee?"

"Yup."

"Of course, then," she gave him a warming smile, before kissing him on the lips again, her breath brushing his cheek.

They walked down together, holding hands, Carly waiting as he locked up the front, before turning toward Bumblebee, who waited patiently for them. As they got in, Carly gave the address, and the Camero lurched into life. It didn't take long for them to reach their destination. Carly gave him a pleading look, playful, begging him to come with her, but he, acting the dramatic man, swore he couldn't see her anymore.

"Ah, my American boytoy doesn't want to play anymore?" She suggested sexily, fingers trailing up his bare arm, her face peeking close to his, her eyes dancing in his. He dived in for that kiss, feeling her hands touch his neck, deepening their kiss.

"Ah, folks, get a room!" Bumblebee's radio interrupted the moment, and Sam groaned. Carly laughed, turning her head in the radio's direction.

"Thank you for bringing me here, Bumblebee. That was very kind of you," she said, as she climbed out of the car.

"Ah, shucks, that's no problem, little lady," the sound of a western drawl made Sam tap on the dashboard.

"Hey, manners, Bee."

"Could say the same for you, kid," the radio spoke back, and he sighed.

"Will I see you later on, Sam?" Carly's voice became serious, as she looked in through the passengers window.

"I don't know if I'm still needed back at base. Lennox said they're moving, but I don't know where, or when. They still won't say much to me. Hey, listen, I'll call you, and I will try to get back tonight, okay?" He was sure of himself, sure that everything would be alright, but there were a few slight worries niggling him at the back of his mind. Now that Carly wasn't there, he had time, and plenty of it, to mull over everything he felt and saw, and dreamt.

She smiled, reassured, and said a simple- "Bye", before turning on her heel and walking in to the towering buildings above them. For an instant, he was reminded of the towers where the pillars were placed, Cybertron towering over them like a beacon standing out like a sore thumb.

"Bye," he murmured, watching her go.

A/N: Hey hey! We got a bit of action between Carly and Sam! FINALLY!

(Sighing contentedly!)

I'm starting to feel really sorry for poor Sammy: this kid just so happens to experience worse and worse with each new chapter...

Here's to hoping everything works out for him... Pretty soon...

xoxoxox