Part Seven_

Blessings

"-He's happy now he has nothing to tie him here. He's glad he doesn't have to experience any more suffering, and all thanks to me—"

Lennox closed his eyes, knowing that what she said couldn't be true. Oh God, no-

He trembled, a slight relief washing over him. At least Sam wasn't suffering anymore, but he kept his voice as hard as iron.

"Are you going to say where he is, or will I have to track you down and throw you to the dogs once I do find you?" he asked. There was a falter in her voice. She knew full well what Lennox would do to her once she was found, and she feared it. Lennox was a hunter, and he would not give up having to find her, avenge the one kid who stood by the whole team from the very beginning.

The falter in her voice switched to a scream, before becoming drowned out by a wail. Lennox started.

Bumblebee leaned forward, watching the look on Lennox's face as it switched to unease.

What the hell was happening on the other end?

"What the fuck?" she was yelling, and Lennox looked up to Optimus again, cocking one eyebrow up. The Autobots turned their full attention to the receiver, eyes wide. Optimus simply watched the phone, like he couldn't believe it. "What is this?" As Lennox was about to reply into the receiver, Epps suddenly turned around, thinking he saw something flash blue in the night sky outside.

"Oh, shit," he mumbled when what he thought he was seeing turned out to be real. "Will? Optimus! Take a look at this!"

xXx

There was a silence. It was something he didn't understand, not at first. He knew he could do something to change the way this would end. He had the choice to.

Choose.

He was making a choice.

He was the control pillar.

He was the Messenger.

It was time to send out the message he was fated to give.

xXx

The sparks were falling from the sky, these blue and silver lights that reminded Optimus of the Matrix itself. The Autobots walked up beside him and watched, awe-struck, as the lights strobed blindingly into the sky. Many of the men were blinded by seeing such a thing so blunt against the backdrop of the night, and they shielded their faces.

Bumblebee looked up, seeing for the first time the devastating power those lights emanated from far away, pointing in the direction of the night above them all. Sam was there.

Sam was the one doing that.

It reminded him of that day two weeks ago, when the Matrix had come back down, facing him. There was hope there, inside that Matrix, and there was hope now. Because wherever Sam was, that light was all of his.

Like ropes twining together, searing the darkness and everything it held, the lights had stretched up toward the moon, further out, extending so high up that not even Optimus could see where it was heading. It seemed like it was a beacon, beckoning-

"Jesus, what is that?" Lennox called out, turning away from what was above him, and covering his face with the palms of his hands.

There was no sound, nothing to indicate what it was, nothing to identify who it was, and the only thing Optimus could fathom was that it was Samuel causing the rift. How Samuel done it was completely out of his understanding. Ironhide gasped, and the others joined in looking up, beginning to see something along the horizon of the moon.

"Do you see that, or am I just hallucinating?"

"I don't believe you are hallucinating, but we need to roll out, and find Samuel, before all of this gets out of hand," Optimus replied, transforming.

"Don't even think of leaving us behind…!" Lennox climbed into Optimus' front seat, fiddling with a handgun, while Epps shouted orders to some of the men still in after hours, motioning for them to move. Ironhide let Epps climb in to the SUV, and Rachet waited while five others lumbered into the back of the medic truck. Each of them carried a gun, each of them were ready to kill.

Bumblebee was the last to take his eyes off the lights above him. The guiding light held his attention, made him feel small. Sam was doing that. He looked down to the ground. If he went, would that mean he would see Sam alive, or lying dead on the ground? Could he really take seeing the motionless body of his best friend again?

What if Sam was alive?

xXx

He could see it.

The fluttering lights above him: shattering the once dark sky, which gave him nothing but blissful peace. Up there, far above the moon, there was another planet looming, and he smiled silently, not here, not there, nowhere, but caught between the folds of this life and the next. His real form wouldn't be able to take the heat, the searing white and blue lights which were like ropes, pulling along something so massive. His real body would burn to a crisp at the very thought of having to bring a planet from so far away to within the atmosphere of the sun, the moon, and earth.

He wondered if they could see.

He wondered if they thought it was him.

He wondered if they were coming.

He wondered if fate planned for him to survive.