Love In All It's Basic Forms

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In the Wake Of Tomorrow

Love In All It's Basic Forms

By Steph

"Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending."

Sam didn't know when he had woke up, or if he had even woken up at all. Darkness surrounded him, obviating his sensors to anything else. A warm presence wrapped around his conscience, like an embrace perhaps meant to sooth.

::You will suffer greatly my child. What I ask of you is much, I just hope in time you will come to forgive me::

The voice faded out to the background leaving nothing but the familiar hums of his own internal body. In the bleary darkness blue optics flickered to life. Yet why couldn't he move? Sam tried accessed his own motor functions, but they were offline. Something was wrong.

Sam's optics darted around the room in panic, the spark in his chamber pulsed with a fuelled fire, and that is all it seemed to take. The familiar sparkbond opened like a floodgate, the earlier firewall in place broke as fear and panic surged down the link and in that same second the door to the room burst open.

"Sam!"

Sam could hear Bumblebee's frantic voice, but he was not in a state to answer. The golden mech's voice synthesizer screeched to life feeling a burning pain flare through his chest casing.

"Bumblebee!" Sam's vocalizer gave a half wrenched shriek as the component shorted out with the ferocity of the noise.

Bumblebee hurried over to Sam's berth, using both metal arms to pin the smaller mech's body still whilst simultaneously contacting Ratchet, Bumblebee sent a data burst telling the medic he needed him here urgently.

"Sam, what's wrong?" Bumblebee said in a hushed whisper. Stroking one hand down Sam's body, Bumblebee sent reassurance through their open bond, it had the opposite effect. Sensing the other spark, Sam's own stuttered under the pressure. Both lack of energon and the urge to reassure it's bondmate fuelled the hot white flare rampaging through Sam's spark chamber. Bumblebee's fuel pumped hitched.

Sam's spark was fading!

Bumblebee scanners hummed to life, in mere seconds zoning in over Sam's glowing chest casing. It was rising in temperature, and was already well past the safe margin of a healthy spark chamber.

"Ratchet! I need you here now! Sam's spark is fading fast." Bumblebee's voice practically screamed down the open channel. The mech's optics flashed brighter feeling Sam's spark dying through their link, and he was powerless to stop it!

"Sit tight, I'm almost there, don't let that youngling's spark go. We have lost him once already, we are not about to lose him again! The connection severed and moments later a neon green hummer slammed through the door transforming in mid-step, Bumblebee moved back allowing Ratchet to hurry forward. The medic's scanners were already active as Ratchet set to work on stabilizing Sam's spluttering spark.

Bumblebee hovered nervously, his door wings quivering in anxiety.

"Bumblebee! Help me calm Sam's spark!"

Bumblebee didn't need to be told twice. Using all his strength Bumblebee latched onto the fabrics of Sam's mangled spark holding them together in an attempt to buy Ratchet some time.

"What's going on!" Bumblebee managed to gasp, already feeling the strain of keeping more then just his own spark online.

Ratchet's arm transformed reformatting into a large syringe which instantly filled with a pink glowing substance. "His spark is going into arrest! From what I don't know but no energon is reaching his main fuel lines. It's like something is interfering with his main systems."

Without so much as waiting for Bumblebee to answer, Ratchet slammed the metal instrument straight into Sam's spark casing, a spark flashed brightly where the metal surfaces met, the pink energon inside the container flowed downwards, straight into Sam's open fuel line. The mech's body gave a great jolt like someone jump starting a car as the new energon seeped through his system. Sam body rose upwards off the metal surface before slamming down going still. Ratchet motioned with a raised hand for Bumblebee to stay back as he checked over the younglings body.

"His spark his is stabilizing, the pulse patterns are beginning to even themselves out. Any longer and he would have gone into sparkshock."

Bumblebee with great effort managed to stumble over to Sam's bed side, carefully running a hand down the mech's smooth golden armour . "Thank primus. I don't know whether I could go through that again." The bot paused laying another hand upon Sam's spark chamber, feeling the now steady thrums.

"He is still so young." Bumblebee murmured softly.

Ratchet gently moved Bumblebee aside as he began to solder Sam's fuel lines shut. "Yes, he is. Far too young to be still growing up in a world like this."

Bumblebee's optics dimmed, the energon crisis. It was well known the situation was just going to get worse, with sights like this becoming more common as one by one, mech's and bots alike suffered the effects of spark arrest.

"Do you really think the Allspark would abandon us, in our time of great need?" Bumblebee asked in a small voice. Watching as Ratchet paused in his work, the medic looked up and turned, his bright blue optics wide with shock.

"You still believe that the Allspark would want to help us? We have committed ourselves to a war which has slaughtered many sparks it has given life to, as well as giving way to it's own destruction. No Bumblebee, I do not believe the Allspark would want to help us. The fault of this is our own, perhaps not personally but as a species we should have known better. The Allspark may see extinction as a fitting punishment."

Ratchet resumed his task, gently folding and bending the metal into place. Sealing the opening in Sam's chest cavity, satisfied with his work, Ratchet ran a detailed scan over the mech's body.

"I still hope Ratchet, there must have being some reason why me and Sam were given a second chance. I do not think the Allspark would just abandon us." Bumblebee spoke strongly, stepping forward and gently laying his palm back on Sam's chest. He relaxed, feeling Sam's stronger spark presence within their bond.

During the tender display, Ratchet's scanners blipped almost causing the medic to offline in shock, it couldn't be… But there it was, now encrypting Sam's spark signature. Allspark energy, and lots of it. But where had it come from? Wherever it had come from, it was now beginning to fuse with Sam's cybertroian body, and he was powerless to stop it.

Ratchet paused, hesitating not quite knowing how to break this to the young scout. Bumblebee turned looking up at the medic with an expectant expression. There must have been something about Ratchet's expression because Bumblebee was immediately demanding answers.

"What is it Ratchet? What's wrong with Sam?

Ratchet sighed deeply, taking in a gust of air through his vents. Though it did no good in trying to calm his voice.

"Bumblebee, I have detected high bouts of Allspark radiation from Sam's spark."

Bumblebee optics brightened, flickering quickly between the medic and Sam. "Meaning." he questioned, voicing dropping.

Years of seeing countless sparks fade away could not prepare Ratchet for this agonising task. "Meaning whatever is happening to Sam it is well beyond my help."

It was then realisation dawned across Bumblebee's metal face. Something bad was happening to Sam, something no one had the power to prevent.

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::Nova:: A voice whispered, floating without direction. ::It has begun::

"Begun? What has begun?"

Bright light cocooned him, reassuring him not to be afraid. ::The transformation::

Sam paused, feeling a uncomfortable sensation radiate out from his spark. He was offline. Unable to tell if he would even wake up again.

"Will it hurt?" He felt childish for even asking, but the warm entity seem to understand his pain, it pulsed outwards enveloping him in a calm embrace. Humming what seemed to be a strange lullaby, it was alien yet so familiar at the same time.

::I will do all I can to shield you. You have committed the most selfless of acts. I chose wisely and for that I am grateful to you. Be brave my child, for because of you new hope will come for Cybertron::

It curled around him gently, before finally letting go as the light too disappeared into the void, leaving Sam alone in the darkness. The pain from his spark now a dull ache as the radiation continued it's merciless conquest of change.

Bumblebee couldn't recharge that night. Ratchet had left the yellow mech with instructions of keeping a close eye on Sam and call him immediately at any sign of change in his condition. Bumblebee knew something was not right. Sam was unresponsive thorough their bond, the others spark barely gave any indication it recognised Bumblebee's own as the yellow mech tried to offer some comfort. It was a horrible feeling, for the first time since returning online, Bumblebee felt truly alone.

PROCESSOR 75% ONLINE.

MEMORY CORE 25% ONLINE. WARNING CORRUPTION OF DATA FILES SUSPECTED, SOURCE: UNKNOWN.

SENSEORY FUNCTIONS OFFLINE.

WEPON SYSTEMS OFFLINE.

SYSTEMS 37% FUNCTIONAL

A new sound filled the once eire silence, the sound of a racing spark.