Part Two

Earthquakes

There was a feeling, a feeling of elation that always came with being safe. Being in the arms of someone you trusted, being held by someone who gave you hope-

In his dreams, he could hear them before he saw them. Those wings. They weren't hers, though. They were his.

There was a feeling, and that feeling was what created the feathers in the first place. When he died, he felt them, flowing past him gently, whispering softly, as he floated in space.

He could see the darkness now, he could see the stars, and he wondered what on earth's name he could be dreaming of. His answer came in the form of Cybertron, glowing through space like a beacon, shining in front of him like the growing crescendo of a chant he could only barely make out through dim ears.

His heart was racing in his ears: his breath wasn't catching up with him. He was scared for what he was about to see. He knew it before he even touched ground, his feet falling on what looked like pieces of shards, which were dimly lit with a green light. The strobes of light fell on his face, and as he looked in front of him, he saw what he didn't want to see: War.

They were fighting. Fighting on all sides.

It was like his ears were deaf, mute to the carnage that took place in every nook and crany of his eyesight. It made him shudder, made him feel sick. On one side, there was a Decepticon tearing a sparkling apart, the silent screams of something so small penetrating his mind. When he turned away, he saw the black eyes of an Autobot staring right back at him. He jumped, and screamed, falling back onto metal, and when he looked down, there, under him, lay red and blue streaks.

Optimus?

No. No, Optimus was alive.

He looked over his shoulder, and saw Optimus lying motionless, optics lit faintly, as if his spark was only just there, trying to catch breath, anything to keep him alive. Towering over the both of them, black shadows grazing the light Sam craved, stood Megatron, Starscream hanging by his side, hands clenching as his leader was about to make the final, fatal move.

No.

What was going on?

The view over him blurred suddenly, and he saw a flash. The flash of a cannon. Bumblebee's cannon.

Sam turned his head wildly, wondering what could happen next, and was greeted by a dust shower, raining down on him in shadowy darkness. He coughed, feeling the dust particles envelop his lungs. But he knew, without having to look, that Bumblebee was over him, protecting Sam, and the possibly dead Optimus.

He opened his eyes to see Bumblebee suddenly being hung from the arms of Barricade, the Decepticon's hands wringing his neck like it was nothing but putty. Bumblebee was choking, the poor scout was dying, and it occurred to him how-

How young, how vunerable Bumblebee looked. When did this occur? This wasn't something his imagination could conjure up, no matter how much he trained it to, so it had to be real, every single inch of it.

Bumblebee was just hanging there, alone, no Optimus under their feet. There was no one here, except for the three of them, the smoke around them enveloping all they knew, and all they were about to find out. The blurring images passing Sam's eyes made him realise that all of this was like a picture book without the words.

Optimus wasn't here, no one but them were here, because they weren't there when this occurred to Bee.

This was Bumblebee's memory of how he lost his voice.

He could hear those squeals of pain, even if they were silent to Sam's ears. Out of nowhere, Sam saw Barricade reach into Bee's throat, and pull out something, slippery in his grasp, he let it go immediately, and it dropped to the ground.

Bumblebee thrashed in the Decepticons hands, before being let go, falling down on the ground, and lying there, utterly defenceless, and, Sam gulped, left for dead. Bee was trying to speak, he could tell, and yet he knew no words would ever come out. Bee couldn't speak anymore.

Those blue optics, Bee's optics, were staring at him, at his horrified face, Sam's, and he put a hand to his mouth, feeling the bile rise in his throat. His best friend had lost his voice that way? Oh God.

He closed his eyes, feeling the wetness there build up, and he put both hands over them, crouching down, gasping for air. He couldn't take any more of this. He needed to get out of here, before the nightmares, or the events that had taken place long, long ago rose to face him. The tears were free falling, they were endless, they were full of sorrow.

Was this how Cybertron met it's doom?

Was this why the Autobots left their home?

Because this place became more of a battle ground than a haven?

He couldn't take seeing this: This wasn't anything he wanted to see. He understood it all now, he understood why the Autobots wanted to bring back Cybertron. So they could save what was once destroyed by them, and peacefully resolve the problems they faced so long ago.

Before he realised it, he was crying too hard for anyone to hear, and he knew then how Bee felt. Bee couldn't speak his true feelings, except for the god damned radio, which meant nothing, considering it wasn't even his real voice. He looked through his fingers, and saw the scene had changed.

Optimus was standing in front of him, looking toward the sky, which was full of stars. Rachet was behind him, and standing beside them, was Ironhide.

"The Allspark is out there, and we need to find it before the Decepticons do," Optimus sighed, his voice full of emotion.

"We will find it, Optimus," Rachet comforted his leader, speaking gently, "Bumblebee is out searching for it, he told me he received a signal, from a planet called earth, a place holding life forms, Optimus. As soon as dawn breaks tomorrow, we will be heading out-"

"Bumblebee cannot speak anymore, Rachet." Optimus sighed gravely, broken hearted over what had happened to the scout, before his eyes widened, and he whirled around to face the medic. "You mean to tell me you let Bumblebee travel out into space without any protection, without anyone by his side? Rachet, he lost his voice a few weeks ago! How dare you-?"

"As much as we all know you fathered Bumblebee, he told me he didn't want you to know. He said this was a chance for him to prove himself, and that is what he is doing, Optimus. We all had to embrace death when we decided to fight for what is right. Bumblebee decided to follow the signal, wherever it led, and was brought to the planet called earth. He arrived there a few hours ago, and he reported to me a few minutes ago. He said he received another signal, which led him to a-"

"A what?" Optimus' voice was gravelly, and Sam could see those hands clenching. If Optimus was human, he would've had those hands wrung around Rachet's neck.

"He followed the signal to a homestead. A place built for a family, Optimus," Rachet seemed almost saddened, but his voice became hopeful, "When he saw the home, he received a visual transmission, and he sent it on to me. The signal Bumblebee originally received came from whoever sent this one, who, as it turns out, is a human."

Optimus watched the medic, "And?"

"Here, you should see it, Optimus."

Sam expected to see his great-great grandfather, but no. When Rachet's optics lit up, forming an image before him, he saw what was before him wasn't human.

No.

It was a girl, with red eyes. The angel. She sent the signal out for Bumblebee. She was the one who sent this message to Optimus.

Now that there wasn't any light around her, he could see her more clearly, her long white-blond hair flowing around her waist, her dress billowing around her, hands outstretched toward Optimus with the open face of a child. She was so small, her heart shaped face so full and innocent, Sam was taken aback by the fact that she was the one who brought him back from the dead.

It only took a second, but her eyes travelled over where he stood, a small smile on her lips, and it occurred to him that she knew he was here, before her eyes gazed upon the waiting Optimus.

"Are you sure this isn't an open communication link?" Optimus asked, peering down on her face with very little anger in his voice. All the hate had drained away the moment he saw this angelic face.

"Why, Optimus?" Ironhide asked, finally speaking to him.

"No reason," Optimus shrugged.

"It is an honour to be finally meeting the leader of the Autobots," her voice came out frail, but she was carrying with it an undeniable amount of courage. Why did she seem so human? She wasn't. This angel was not human, Sam thought. Her voice caught Optimus off guard.

"How do you know of us?" He knew she wouldn't be able to answer, but he still posed the question, and it was so obvious Optimus was very interested, that Sam almost smiled.

"I have appeared before you to tell you that Bumblebee will be fine, and that I will watch over him, for now, and forever" she smiled, her face brightening for an instant, "I have also appeared to show you the truth. I am here to tell you that what will happen," she traced her hands up into the air, toward Optimus, "Will be as a result of what has been seen by the Fates."

"That is not a human life form, Optimus," Ironhide mumbled. "Humans don't glow like fireflies." He sounded grumpy.

"I know. She is something else entirely," Optimus agreed.

"The Fates have chosen for you, and all of your men, to intertwine your Fate with the human race, the people of earth. I have chosen you all because I know there will be an end to this destruction. I know that one story must end where another begins. If you do not believe me, then send a transmission out to Bumblebee, and he will tell you the house he is guarding will soon hold a life form, who will be your Messenger, your Holder of Hope. When he is born, you will take on the responsibility of saving another world, in order to save your own.

"The Decepticons, as we speak, are gathering on the planet of earth, and they will stop at nothing to find this life form, your Messenger, and kill him, when he is born. If you still do not believe me, wait out these years, and you will soon see this life form, born under the name of Samuel James Witwicky."

Sam stared, unable to comprehend what was standing before him. Jesus. Christ.

Oh My God, he mouthed. His heart stopped its pounding, and he stood there, breathless, unable to stop staring, his hands as lifeless as his legs.

"Let Bumblebee stay on earth, and let the events which lead up to your Holder of Hope's birth play themselves out. Your scout understands the gravity of the situation. You should also, if you should ever wish to bring back what you seemed so willing to destroy." As her voice faded out, Optimus walked up closer to her, his eyes narrowing, and replied-

"What makes you believe we were so willing to kill our planet?"

"I know, Optimus, because I watched you and your men fight away."

Rachet stepped back, and Ironhide stared at the body before him, the girl, who was easily replying to their questions.

"That was not in the transmission, Optimus," Rachet replied, as Ironhide took up his gun, and pointed it at the angel. "She is communicating openly-"

"Who are you?" Optimus asked, staring down the angel, who now held out her arms, as she started to hover up toward his face. The transmission had faded away, and in it's place hovered the real thing, the thing that looked human, but was not. Her eyes stared into his, red into blue. It occurred to Sam how devastatingly powerful, or downright crazy, this girl was, to stare into the face of Optimus with not a care in the world.

"My name is Gabrail, and I am a Messenger of the Allspark-"

Her voice was drowned out, and all around Sam faded to black, where he stood remained the only thing he knew of, and yet, when he looked up toward what he believed was the sky, he saw her floating above him. She was there, a sad smile on her face, her hand cupped to her chest her red eyes glistening with a tell tale sadness he couldn't deny.

"You mean to tell me you actually did speak to them? You never said- You told them about me, and you didn't say anything to me about this? I've always wondered how this came back to me, how, why in god's name those Decepticons were after me, even when I had absolutely nothing to do with what took place between the Autobots and the Decepticons! You planned this? You freaking planned this, because you were bored? What, human civilisation drives you nuts? We aren't as active as the Autobots are? We don't want to kill our planet half as much as they did? Jesus! You're a Messenger of the Allspark? Where the hell did that originate from?"

As he ranted and raved, he felt the darkness ebb away, replaced by light, as she stood beside him. He saw her face tilt up to his. She was tiny compared to him, and yet she started to twirl, away from him, toward wherever the light was emanating from. He just stood there, feeling empty, losing all his drive to suddenly want to kill her.

"You let that happen to Bumblebee?" he whispered, feeling how strangled his voice was. "You let him lose his voice that way?"

A/n: Du Du Dunnnnnn! I wonder what she'll say next!

I cried as I wrote this, especially at the part when Bumblebee lost his voice. For some reason or another, I always saw Barricade being the reason why he lost his voice in the first place...

Oh, and yeah, that whole thing about Sam being chosen before birth? Well, in the 2nd film when he dies, and he meets the Primes, they said his destiny was to bring back Optimus, sooo, that's where my idea for that came from..

Hmm, onto the last piece of this part of the story, and then the finale will finish it off! Mwahahaha!

Thank you everyone for reading thus far, and please continue to send me your thoughts! I really do appreciate them!

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