Heartspin: So I owe everyone an apology for taking so long to update. So here it is- I'M SORRY! I have been so busy building my house, I moved into it already(Actually typing in my makeshift bedroom at the moment) and it has kept me very busy. I also currently have no internet at this place, probably wont until winter. So I write out at the house and have to drive into town and upload my stories at a public place, either when I get a baby sitter or when I can go somewhere with net while watching my kiddos play. Its harder than it sounds lol.

But enough of the excuses, here is the next chapter. Hopefully it is to all of your satisfaction and can work as an apology in itself.

Chapter 3

From Heart to Spark

The first thing Sam heard when he became somewhat concious and aware of his surroundings was the fammiliar angry growl of his mother. If his bones had not been changed to whatever forgien metals the autobots were made of and he was more able to move, he would have shot out of bed like a cannonball, and awaited appropiate punishment-if the growling were directed to him- or tried to sneak out while his father inccured her wrath before she could find him an appropriate outlit.

As it were, Sam was very much stuck in place and sluggishly attempting to wake himself up. As he crawled from his unconciousness, however nice it had been, the growling became distinguishable into actual words- however gutteral and monsterous they sounded.

"My son-my baby boy," his mother was saying and mentally he groaned-no not the baby boy speech he silenlty pleaded,"The only child I have birthed. Carried in my womb for almost a year, nurtured, comforted and raised for over the past 20 years, has been laying here for DAYS without my knowing?!"

Why couldn't Optimus send her a post card? An email-she was somewhat capible of opening one, though his father he wasn't so sure. Maybe an informative voicemail? Anything-anything but bringing her motherly rage here.

Someone must have responded to her, unwisely, and he had missed it in his silient tormoil, as for she was back at it again, growling away like the mother bear she often would act like.

"No you listen to me you. . . you oversized. . . tin can! My baby boy has barley become old enough to be on his own, he still hasn't become old enough to drink! I am his mommy, I need to know what happens to my baby!"

Bravely he heard his father's voice try to gently coax her to calm, " hunny he isn't a baby anymore, Sam is old enough to make these decisions by himself-"

Mrs . Witwicky hissed and silenced Ron, honestly after so many years of marriage Sam was unsure why his father still tried, before continuing,"I do not care how dangerous it was to us I should be informed wh-when my baby is not well!"

And there were the tears and if he could Sam would have laughed at the voices of Optimus and Ratchet attempting to coax her to reason- It would have been youtube worthy! His at most 5'5" mother, in all her rage, chewing out 2 building sized robots as they groveled to her feet apologizing. He kinda wished he could get up to record it.

"Sam?"

Bumblebees voice startled him, but he still couldn't move So all he did was hum in repsonse, recieveing a frantic wave of voices to circle him.

"Samual, baby, are you alright? Open your eyes hunny," his mother was smothering him and he could feel someone gently, probably fearfully, pry her off of him. Again he found it difficult to even move his jaw so he just hummed lightly, trying to convay he was alright.

"Why isn't he talking?Sam why are you not talking? Why are his eyes still closed-Sam?"

He huffed as Optimis attempted to communicate some sense into his scatter brained mother.

" !"It was Ratchet, and sounding all too exasperated,"If you would please calm down! We are doing what is best to treat Samual! At the moment his DNA itself is altering, so he is going to have to relearn how to do many things. Allow me to finish my scans and I shall determin if this is a motor issue or something to do with his chaning biology."

There was a dead silence, and Sam mentally wondered if his dear friends were in grave danger when his father thanfully saved the day.

"Sam would want us to give him space love. Darling he is grown up, a man now! How about we go get a coffee, and a bite for him hmm? It probably would make him feel better once hes back into shape, and you know . . . " eventually his fathers voice was cut off by the closing of a door and Sam mentally aplauded his father for being able to even wrangle his mom. Though something told him he wasn't off the hook yet. . . perhapse sleep was a good idea he thought as he started to drift off.

There was a small zap in the side of his arm causing him to grunt, and even his arm twitched slightly,"Don't even think about going back to sleep mr.!" Ratchet growled and he swallowed. What was the equivelent of out of the frying pan and into the fire with autobots? Because he was there.

"I have been dealing with that woman for the past 20 minutes!At least some good has came of her ranting in you waking up!"

He groaned, and felt warm alien metal stroak his other arm. Bumblebee-somehow he knew that it was the autobot.

"Now," grumbled the autobot as he also spoke in cybertronian-it was still disturbing to hear them able to speak more language at once. And not be able to understasnd a damn thing in one," We need to figure out what all has changed. I see you are unable to move."

Sam struggle to move his mouth, but his lips barly twitched and he groaned annoyed.

There was silence around him for a moment, and Ratchet was already talking aloud again before he realised they had all just had a short conversation with eachother. About him. While he was there.

He really needed to go over manners with the large robot aliens sometime.

There was a warm light and Ratchet was humming and sounding very tickled pink indeed. A small snort left his lips at the thought of painting Ratchet pink and he heard Bee trill in curiosity-god sometimes his car was really just a big damn puppy. Though the mischivious autobot-for he was quite the troublemaker at times- would probably jump at the idea of painting the other bot a nice hot pink while he was in stasis.

"Well this is quite fascinating. Your bone structure has changed so drammatically, and the very molecular structure of your DNA in your skin, that it appears your nerves are having difficulty reconnecting with your new upgrades," another thing he was going to have to do was remind them it probably wasn't normal to mention 'upgrading' in a medical setting for humans. Though he wasn't sure he was fully human anylonger so he wasn't sure if that counted for him anylonger...

After thinking this he realised he had been sitting in a nother akward silence for quite some time and he silently cursed as he was still unable to form anything but moans and groans.

"Stop trying to speak, you are not ready yet! I will put you back into your coma. This time it willl be medically induced so I will be able to moniter it better," this was added after Bumblebee whined," It will help your nervous system update faster, seeing as how you are operating on a . . . lower level than the adverage autobot."

Sam didn't have much energy to feel insulted, though he took note to remember to kick Ratchet about the following,"like a mere babe" comment. He hoped Bee would at least back him up on his level of maturity.

Before he completly lost conciousness he could have swore he heard Bumblebees voice, his real voice, in his head murmuring," Don't worry Sam. I will."

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Bumblebee stood as still as a statue. He had heard Sam. He knew it, and not via normal communications. It was the simple request to not be treated like a child, but he heard it just the same. Looking to the others he knew they had not.

It was somewhat troubling for the warrior, as he felt Sams spark reach for him again.

Afterall, he hadn't tried to Sparkbond with Sam. But for some reason it seemed to be happening.

Glancing to the door where the Witwicky parents had exited he distantly wondered how Samuals mother would take the news. . . .

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Okay I know-super short! But I will try to dish out more soon! Hope to keep you all happy with more updates, and hopefully longer chapters!

Thanks!

Heartspin