Cover Me DVD commentary 1- Chapter 53

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DVD commentary for fiery_tigress from this meme

Chapter 53. My commentary is Bold Italic

Ah chapter 53. :) This was such a fun chapter as soon as I had this idea I had to write it down. If I remember correctly, I had this chapter written and done before I had even posted chapter 6! :P Chapter 52 was written to fit this chapter rather than the other way around. LOL.

Sam slowly walked the deserted roads of the base with a feeling of overwhelming sadness. Absolutely no one was out. Red Alert wasn't patrolling, Wheeljack had stopped in his building of their super computer and none of the 'Bots were working on the upgrades the engineer had designed. Even the twins were silent, the door of their own hanger shut tight. The base was practically a ghost town. 'Well, I know where two are at the moment,' he thought sadly as he look at one of the far building at the end of the compound. He knew at that very moment, Optimus and Ratchet were getting ready for Jazz's funeral that evening.

Sam was still unsure at what was going to happen at the funeral but he had been given some idea from Optimus. Ratchet had also tried to explain that it was almost like the old Viking ritual of burning the body in order to return the empty shell to Primus or something like that. With a sigh, Sam headed towards his own bunker and the one lone Decepticon he knew would be there.

Yes, very depressing start. The whole "Viking" thing I did because again, I have more knowledge of Beast Wars than I do of the old G1 transformers. Mostly taken from Dinobot's death (I cried for that episode, I really did.) I did want to start out with a small sense of helplessness on Sam's part here unsure of what to do for them. And Guh! I had to paragraphs one right after the other that started with "Sam" /headdesk/

Barricade looked up at the boy's entry. "How is everyone handling it?" he asked him.

Sam shrugged as he made his way towards the stairs and onto the catwalk. "Not very well I suppose," he told him as he sat down. "Everyone has pretty much confined themselves to their rooms."

Barricade nodded thoughtfully. "It's understandable. The Autobots were always made up of the more emotional mechs. I believe that every death on their side hit them hard, but I think that this one was the worse."

This is Barricade trying to be comforting. :X

Sam tilted his head as he looked the 'Con right in the optics. "What do you mean?" he asked puzzled. "Because it was during the last battle that he was lost?"

Barricade gave a small, scoffing laugh. "Once upon a time, there were no Autobots or even Decepticons, just Cybertronions," he stressed. "I'm sure that if you had held a 'popularity contest' than Jazz would have won the world over hands down. I don't think there was anyone who didn't love Jazz."

Yes, the very popular Jazz. He was the one mech I saw that everyone either knew or at least herd of. Not a celebrity or anything like that but rather like a youtube sensation. :P Even the Decepticons knew or knew of him since Jazz would get along with everyone.

Sam frowned at this. "Then why are you not going to the funeral?" he asked pointedly. He had been surprised when Barricade had assured both 'Bee and Optimus earlier that day that he was not going to attend. Bumblebee had seemed surprised by this announcement but Optimus had simply nodded and bid his leave. "If everyone did love Jazz, as you say, then why did you say you wouldn't go?" Sam pressed. "Are you the exception to the rule and didn't like Jazz?"

Barricade gave him a long, unyielding look. "As I have told you before, Jazz was a good soldier and a fine lieutenant but he was an even better friend those few times I saw him. I never really spoke to him but on those few occasions I did, he always had a smile. I think that Jazz was friends with everyone back on Cybertron. He never was one to judge or belittle anyone and never criticized. He was the only Autobot I think I ever openly respected."

Barricade; the king of roundabout speak in order not to answer a question.

Sam was now even more confused by Barricade's admittance. "Then why not go?"

"I would be honored to attend his send off however," Barricade's face supported a small, bitter smile, "I do not believe that I would be welcome at the ceremony as I have already been told."

"That shouldn't matter," Sam protested, wondering who it was that had said something. "If he was your friend, then you should go and forget what the others told you!"

"This is not like a human funeral; if I'm told not to go, then I'm going to take the hint and not go. Remember, I'm alone in enemy territory. It would be suicide."

"Still, that's not fair," Sam protested sadly. "If he was your friend then you should go."

Barricade scoffed at Sam's small statement. "Only if I wanted my aft handed to me."

Sam sighed, knowing that Barricade was right. If he went, it would just create too much tension and that wasn't what anyone wanted Jazz's funeral to be like. "Still," he protested softly. "I don't think it's fair."

"Nor do I."

New speaker, enter stage left! Of course there was someone who was eavesdropping. XD It wouldn't be my fic if I didn't have someone eavesdropping.

The two whirled around at the sound of a raspy, broken voice to find the one 'Bot that they would have never, in a million years, believe would be standing there in the entryway of the 'Con's personal chamber. The one 'Bot that had been locked in his room for almost a whole week in grief looked from the Decepticon to the human and then back again. "I was here to ask you, as a Decepticon, what your feeling's were of yet another dead Autobot." Prowls optics narrowed at Barricade. "But I see that now that is a moot question, isn't it?"

Surprise! The two police officers face to face at last and over such a sad topic. Prowl is the type in my mind to not only sift through things logically, but he does have emotions that he will pull from when his logical reasoning tends to be incomplete. Here he was, ready to go fists and firearms over their differences only to hear Barricade's statement that he too would miss Jazz.

Barricade straightened; never once moving away from the other mech despite the heavy tension in the air and the menacing stance that Prowl had automatically fallen into in front of the Decepticon. "He was a good mech, despite the side he served," Barricade said honestly.

Of course, Barricade has to get that little jibe in there somewhere. :P

Sam suddenly spotted Bumblebee behind the commander and allowed a small sigh of relief escape him knowing Barricade had noticed him as well. Hopefully they could halt any physical violence in its tracks before anything got out of hand. They all waited, with tense, held breath for Prowl's response to Barricade's statement.

Prowl looked at the two of them again and Sam tensed in fear before the white patrol car gave a sharp nod and turned away. "I believe Jazz would have wanted you to come," Prowl said over his shoulder as 'Bee jumped out of his way as he made his exit. "Please do not disappoint him."

Again, his emotions had a lot to do with his logic in this statement. A lot of people put it where Prowl has emotions, just sucks at showing them. I, on the other hand, think it's more along the lines of he shows them, just many people can't tell the differences when he does.

The other mech disappeared around another building and Sam just about collapsed in relief. Even Barricade's stance shifted as he too allowed the tension to just drain out of him. "How long were you standing there?" Barricade growled as he turned towards the yellow 'Bot. "More importantly, how long was he standing there?" He once more looked out at where Prowl had disappeared, refusing to show just how shaken up he was at the other mech's sudden visit.

"I was actually following Prowl," Bumblebee said as he moved to the catwalk to help Sam down. "Imagine my surprise when he made his way here."

"How long?" Barricade growled, his patience thinning.

Snarling Decepticon. Do not poke with stick.

'Bee turned towards the other mech and told him in the gentlest tone possible, "we came in almost directly after Sam."

"So in other words, you heard everything," Barricade sneered.

"We heard everything," 'Bee confirmed.

Barricade whirled around in fury, taking a moment to create a rather large dent in the side of a boxcar with his fist. 'How dare they,' he thought angrily, 'how dare they just stand there, eavesdropping?' Three more dents appeared in the boxcar and 'Bee shook his head.

In comparison to Prowl, Barricade just doesn't like to show emotions period. So now Barricade is kicking himself quite harshly to have been caught having such Autobot feelings.

"Do you want us to leave you alone?" he asked, understanding that the Decepticon was embarrassed about having his true feelings heard by not one, but two Autobots, and one was even the mate of the one who had passed on. It was one thing for the 'Con to tell a human his true feelings but to have his own enemies learn of his thoughts? Another dent appeared in the boxcar.

Barricade sighed as he looked down at his handwork. "No, I suppose it doesn't matter now."

Quick to burn, quick to fizzle. Especially when it comes to Sam and by a small part, 'Bee by default.

Bumblebee nodded and after a small pause, he made his way to the mustang and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I'll just go and speak to Optimus," he said as he handed Sam off. Sam rolled his eyes, but knew that having the responsibility of watching him was almost like a calming feature for the 'Con now. It gave him a purpose.

The humans have decided to tolerate being hot potatoes to the mechs' unwitting game of one potato, two potatoes.

"When is the funeral?" Barricade asked softly. "If Prowl himself said for me to be there, well then I most certainly don't want to disappoint."

"I'll come tell you when it's time," Bumblebee assured them and he quietly slipped out the door.

The funeral was almost like a five-star event. It had originally been thought that the Autobots would wish to send their lost comrade off in private but Optimus had called Keller himself and asked that he be there. Glen and Maggie were also present, both sitting beside the Secretary of Defense on the little raised dais for the humans so they could watch the proceedings. Keller's men seemed rather nervous but they stood behind the secretary's chair nonetheless. Sam's parents were there dressed in their finest black ensembles while the three Lancasters watched the goings on with wide eyes. Sam would bet that none of the humans had ever been to a funeral such as this one.

I had the humans in this more because the Autobots thought that those who met Jazz should be there to say goodbye.

Will was there as well though he was not sitting in the human sector of the audience. No, Will was currently being held in 'Hide's lap. The two had seemed tense all week but both appeared fine now as they sat there in silence. The official reason Will was with Ironhide was that so 'Hide could explain the proceedings to the human but Sam knew that it was really so Will could be there to comfort the large gunner. He knew because he was in the exact same situation, the only difference being that he was actually in Barricade's lap. Barricade had refused to relinquish Sam to Bumblebee when the time for the ceremony finally arrived. He had said that he was least likely to be shot if he was holding the much-loved human. 'Bee had protested some more when Sam had suggested that he fetch Mikaela for the ceremony.

Sam the human shield. :P Barricade just doesn't want to admit he's the lone 'Con surrounded by 'Bots and would prefer to be with someone who he wasn't uncomfortable with.

Sam glanced over towards the girl sitting in 'Bee's lap who looked stunning in her black dress despite the track marks of tears mingled with eyeliner dripping down her cheeks. Mikaela felt his gaze and turned towards Sam who gave her a wan smile. She returned the look and both turned back towards the front where Optimus was just standing up.

"We are here to say goodbye to our long time friend, Jazz," he started in a grave voice. "Jazz was always a friendly person who would quite literally give you his own paneling right off his back. He was kind to everyone, no matter what their background or belief." Here Optimus couldn't help but glance at Barricade who was watching the proceedings grimly. "He was a fine lieutenant and an even better friend; I believe that anyone who ever met him would have come out of the meeting a better mech than before." Optimus paused, as Sunstreaker actually began crying in spark wrenching sobs. Sideswipe quickly moved to comfort his twin and tension of the gathered mechs tripled in size.

I have been to 1 funeral in my life and I was very young at the time so I don't really know what goes on at them other than readings of the religious book of whatever the deceased practiced and so on and so forth. I still had a hard time with writing this. I had no idea what to have Optimus say other than the basics. And of course hormonal Sunny bawling in the background making it worse.

Optimus shot a quick glance at Prowl who was seated in the very front of the audience. Prowl just sat there, his usual emotionless expression on his face as he just stared at the empty shell that once held his mate. Optimus quickly shot a questioning look to Ratchet whom he had deliberately placed next to his second-in-command and Ratchet gave a small affirmative nod; he had brought the sedatives. Optimus gave a small sigh in relief and firming his resolve, carried on. "We all loved Jazz. He was always there for anyone, whether you were in need of a good laugh or just a shoulder to lean on. Well shall miss you friend."

All good ol' Ratchet and his drugs. I figured everyone would be more frightened of Prowl doing something crazy rather than Barricade.

Optimus saluted as the other mechs all stood as well to salute their fallen comrade. Sam could see the Rangers all doing the same in respect for the fellow soldier even though he was not of their unit or even their own military. It was a good funeral, Sam decided, but from what he had heard about Jazz from 'Bee it was sadly lacking the upbeat tone that the lieutenant had always had going on around him no matter where he went. 'Jazz would have liked that,' Sam thought with a sad smile, 'more of a dance party than a funeral. He would have appreciated the effort.'

Jazz would prefer a party going than a dull funeral. :)

The other mechs began moving forward and Sam glanced up at Barricade confused. "Everyone is going to say their private goodbyes before we incinerate the body," Barricade explained softly. Bluestreak, who had somehow ended up seated on Barricade's other side opposite 'Bee let out a small sob. Barricade gave the blue Autobot a small nod, startling the mech, before turning back to Sam. "It's like the wake your kind has." Sam nodded in understanding, knowing that Mikaela had also heard the explanation.

I figured Bluestreak was the safest Autobot to shove next to Barricade. He won't shoot him on sight.

Barricade fell in line behind 'Bee and the procession moved forward slowly. Sam was surprised that some of the Autobots had stopped at the dais's to ask if any of the humans would like to say goodbye when he noticed Will giving Ironhide a grateful smile. Obviously Ironhide had asked on behalf of his charge. Sam smiled when Epps and both his parents took the Autobots up on their offers. Keller and Maggie chose to say goodbye as well, even though neither had ever met the mech. The rest decided that it was more of a personal matter and chose to remain seated and allow the Autobots their goodbye. Sam glanced at Prowl, who had yet to move from his seat; Ratchet and Wheeljack as well were seated next to him, speaking softly.

Ratchet and Wheeljack are trying their best to act as psychologist in Smokescreen's absence. Since the only other couple here currently is Red and Inferno, I figured the older couple would be better suited to speak with him.

Sam was suddenly startled to realize that they had come upon the pyre as Barricade abruptly set him down on the surface and took a step back, distancing himself from the whole situation. There was a soft growl from Inferno and a few hateful glares sent his way but Barricade ignored them. Sam sighed as he moved towards the head of the table to where Jazz's head was resting.

"Um," Sam frowned, completely at a loss at what to say to the departed Autobot. He could feel Mikaela coming up behind him as well as Bumblebee and even Barricade standing next to them. He somehow felt comfortable that they were there with him. Mikaela muttered something under her breath to the still form on the table, too low for Sam to hear, before she looked at him with a tear filled face, then turned and walked away for 'Bee to pick her back up.

Sam winced as he realized that he was holding up the line and that the dark looks aimed towards Barricade had gotten darker as time progressed. Sam quickly moved to Jazz, deciding that it would be best that he say something to one of the mechs that had sacrificed himself in order to protect both Sam and the All Spark in Mission city.

Of course everyone is glaring at Barricade and I bet 'Bee is glaring right back because this is Sam's time to say goodbye.

"Um," Sam started timidly. "Believe it or not, this is the first funeral I've ever been to so I'm really not quite sure what to say." Sam paused as he studied Jazz's face sadly. It was disturbing to know that his dark optics were never again going to brighten with life and that there would be no more snappy anecdotes. "I suppose that I should just say thank you. Thank you for everything and I am very happy that I had a chance to meet you." Sam gently leaned forward as he said his goodbye, setting his hand on the 'Bot's chest plate so he could get a clearer view of his face.

That's when everything went dark.

Yeah, I'm evil :P

There was a sudden flash of light, blinding everyone, and the next thing he knew, Barricade felt himself thrown backwards directly into Perceptor. The result of a sudden shock wave following an even bigger resounding "boom" that echoed in the quiet desert. It took the Decepticon a moment to regain his bearings and realize what exactly it was that had happened. Untangling himself from the still dazed scientist, he noticed absently that he was the first one back on his feet. The Autobots, as well as the humans were still on the ground, unaccustomed to being so violently knocked down. 'Ah, the advantages of being a 'Con,' he thought sarcastically. 'Quick rebounds.' Not waiting for the Autobots to sort themselves out, Barricade simply stepped over them as he made his towards the pyre.

Primus likes to make explosive points, in my opinion. This being the first time Sam went to see him and with out the aid of the shard as a focal point I had to knock 'em down a bit to make a point. :D On a side note, it's amazing no humans were squished in the making of this scene.

Sam was now slumped over Jazz's empty chest plate, completely out for the count… and he was glowing. Barricade frowned as he reached forward and tried to remove the comatose human. It was actually not very surprising for the 'Con when he realized that Sam's hands had a tight grip on the edge of the edge of Jazz's plating.

So Barricade is the first one down and the first one back up of course. I wanted to make it where readers didn't quite know what was going on but assuming like in a lot of the other fiction, the All Spark had something to do with it. The Sam is now the All Spark is everywhere in most of the fiction I read. I wanted to try and be origonal. :P

"SAM!" Both Bumblebee and Mikaela shouted behind him and he could hear the Witwicky's echoing their cry.

"He's unconscious, but other than that I have no idea," Barricade announced as 'Bee practically crawled over his still prone comrades. 'Cade looked upward at the sky as he tried to calm his aggravation before he leaned down and snagged his supposed "guard" by the upper arm and hauled him to his feet. "You looked ridiculous."

I can see 'Bee in such a panic he doesn't even get to his feet but rather just crawling over them in his haste. LOL

'Bee didn't even glare at him for the barb, his attention riveted to his charge. Mikaela, who was practically clinging to Bumblebee in the imitation of a leach, slid downwards onto the table and quickly made her way over to Sam. "Sam!" she cried. "Sam, speak to me!"

Ron and Judy were soon next to her after Barricade managed to fish them out of the chaos and set them down next to their only child. "Sam! Sam! Can you hear me? It's mom! Sam!" Judy was tugging at the collar of Sam's suit jacket desperately, almost as if she was trying to will her boy awake.

"I can't get him loose!" Mikaela cried as she tried to pry the boy's fingers off the metal. Sam's knuckles were practically white with the force of the boy's grip.

"Let's just yell encouraging news all over the damn bus, why don't we?" My favorite line from Sunhawk's Ion Arc Situations after the bus crashed and landed on its side with the rear door jammed. A motto I've tried to live by. :P

Barricade was suddenly shocked as he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned in surprise to find it was Prowl who stood next to him. Prowl said nothing; he just looked down at the boy who was currently clinging to the body of his mate. Barricade gave the other patrol car a sideways look, unsure if Prowl was trying to be supportive or ensuring that he wouldn't do a runner. Prowl had always been weird from what he could tell, and apparently the loss of his husband had hit the commander hard. He could only hope that when Prowl finally did lose it, he wouldn't take Barricade with him.

Yup. Barricade always looks at the glass half empty. "Either he's trying to comfort me or is ensuring he's the closest to me so he can beat the slag out of me."

It took Sam a good long while to realize that he was, in fact, awake. For the longest time all he could see was a darkness so complete that it seemed to encompass the entire space around him. There was nothing anywhere that he could see and Sam couldn't even figure out whether or not he was standing it was so dark. He tried taking a tentative step forward and was surprised when he actually succeeded. The resulting echo was the same sound as if he had stepped into one of the emptier hangers or a parking garage.

Bewildered, Sam started moving forward, his hands outstretched, as he tried to find something, anything, that may give him some clue as to where he was. He wandered for a while without ever finding any walls or other possible landmarks that could give him some hint at where he was. Then again, he could just be wandering in circles. "Hello?" he called out into the black. "Is anyone there?" The sound of his own voice echoed back at him and his shoulders momentarily slumped forward in disappointment.

Ooooo! Spooky!

It was a long moment before he finally registered the lights. The soft lights that had inexplicitly just appeared and begun gently floating around him. Sam's brows furrowed in puzzlement as he made his way to the closest one. "Firefly's?" he murmured in disbelief as he instantly recognized the insects. Though, these were not ordinary fireflies. For one, their small blinks of light were blue, and for another, they were the size of a small house cat.

I want a house cat sized firefly. :D

"They were the closet things I could find in your memory that could compare."

"WHO'S THERE?" Sam shrieked, jumping away from the bug he had been studying and whirled around, trying to find the source of the voice. "Show yourself! I'm warning you! I know karate! Kinda…"

I think Sam is channeling Miles somewhat. :P

A booming laughed echoed against the unseeing wall. "I like you Sam Witwicky! You're just I saw you!"

Sam frowned completely baffled as he lowered his fists. He squinted his eyes, trying to see the person who was speaking. "Who are you?" he finally asked the darkness. "And where am I?"

The laugh was back. "Don't worry youngling. You are perfectly safe here. This is my sanctuary, or rather what's left of it."

The chuckle was back and now Sam was really confused. "Just who are you? Are you human? Or an Autobot?" Sam tensed as another thought reached him. "You're, you're not Starscream, are you?"

I don't think Sam ever spoke to or heard Starscream speak in movie one so this is a reasonable suspicion.

There was an angered growl. "'Autobots,'" the voice scoffed. "'Decepticons.' Bah! Stupid lines drawn in the sand to pit my people against one another. When you return, you be sure to give my chosen a message! That they are ALL my children, no matter what choices they may have made in the past! Could you do that for me, Sam Witwicky?"

"Your chosen? Children? What?" Sam was now extremely bewildered. Here he was, suddenly in a strange place with fireflies the size of his head and a strange voice speaking about children of all things. The last thing that he remembered was saying goodbye to Jazz.

"You are confused," the voice stated.

Well, yes we are confused as you are a very confusing person you nameless voice in the darkness. XD

"Well, DUH!" Sam retorted in frustration. "I have NO idea what's going on!" The voice sighed and there was silence for a while. Sam crossed his arms protectively as a few of the fireflies came over to inspect the odd intruder to their home.

"I do apologize," the voice said solemnly.

Sam just let out a small sigh when suddenly a thought occurred to him and he looked around the dark again, trying to find the source of the voice, one he thought he may have heard before. "Um… This is going to sound silly, but have we met?" Sam asked slowly.

The voice laughed again. "I'd wondered if you would remember."

Sam's eye widened. "It was you! It was you're voice I heard that day Sector Thirteen showed up at my house!" he cried out surprised, startling a few of the blue firefly's.

Exactly how many strange voices have you heard in your life Sam xD So yes, the voice from way back when we finally meet them.

"Indeed." The voice sounded proud. "I should have explained everything then but by the time I was going to say anything, your guardian friend had already put you to sleep."

Sam grumbled at the reminder that Barricade had sedated him as he continued to search the dark for the source of the voice. "Just who are you anyway?" he demanded. "And why did you kidnap me from my friends?"

Ah Sam, full of questions.

"I am sorry for that young Sam; it was not my intent though you may not believe me," the voice finally admitted. "Since my link with my children was destroyed I've had to resort to… other tactics," it told him sadly and the odd statement again bewildered Sam.

"Your what? What are you speaking of? What was destroyed?" Sam abruptly stopped as dread suddenly filled him. If this person had some connection to the Cybertronions as Sam suspected, there was only one thing that Sam knew of that had been destroyed on Earth where he had been present at its destruction. "The All Spark," Sam muttered dazedly, feeling his knees start to tremble.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner! :D

"Yes," the voice confirmed. "The All Spark."

"But… I don't understand. Your link with them? I thought the All Spark was a source of life for them. It's what created their world."

The voice chuckled again. "Indeed," it said. "It created their world because I sent it to do so. I could do nothing here- trapped as I am in this other world. I needed to create the All Spark to do my work on the outside."

Sam frowned. "Your work?" he asked. "And what do you mean you created the All Spark? I thought the All Spark just was."

"No, it was I who made the cube as it was I who had it create their planet and even the people of Cybertron itself."

Sam was becoming rather suspicious. "You were the one who created them?" he asked slowly, already thinking he knew the answer.

"Yes," the voice said, full of pride. "Cybertron and her people are my children."

And here is where I tried to be a bit different. A lot of the movie fics have the All Spark as the supreme being but I wanted to bring Primus into this so I made it where he is "trapped" so to speak in his own dimension and can only interact with the other world sporadically and through tools such as the All Spark and the Matrix and so on and so forth. He's still trying to help the Cybertronions but he can only do so much with both the Matrix and All Spark MIA so to speak.

Sam just gaped as the implications of that statement finally hit him and he realized just what, or rather whom it was that he was speaking to. "Th-then that means… if it was your so called 'connection' with them then you are… it was… it couldn't be…" Sam stuttered completely stunned at his sudden realization. "Holy Primus," he muttered in astonishment.

"Why does everyone insist on calling me that?" the voice asked in irritation. "I don't remember having any holes anywhere. You can even check if you'd like. Well, if I had a body that was."

Yeah, Primus and I suck at jokes. :P

The voice let out a small laugh as Sam just stared off into the distance towards where it seemed the voice was originating. "You're Primus!"

The voice now seemed amused. "Yes, and you are Sam. I thought we were beyond this point by now."

Sam felt his legs finally give way beneath him and one of the firefly's let out an odd squeak as if floated out of the way of the collapsing boy. "This isn't happening. It can't be. I'm dreaming. I must be dreaming."

"Dreaming?" Primus repeated, sounding amused. "Strange thing to be dreaming, wouldn't you say?"

Sam nodded absently. "Did you bring me here?" he asked looking in what he though was the direction the voice was coming from. "And where's 'here' for that matter?"

"You're in the astral plane," Primus finally admitted sadly. "This was the only way I could speak to you. You see, Sam Witwicky, I need your help."

From what I'd read off of Primus' bio in Wikipedia, he is in something called the astral plane so that's what I went with. :P

"My help?" Sam asked in amazement. "How could I possibly help you? You're practically a God for crying out loud!"

"Yes, well… Even God's have their boundaries," Primus said softly. "I'm unsure if my children had explained to you, but the All Spark was actually my life force in the physical world."

"Your life force?" Sam asked dazedly. "Does that mean I killed you? Is this heaven?"

Cue panic. :P

Primus laughed again. "Well, in a way. When I battled my twin brother, Unicron, I was forced to take the battle to the astral plane. As a result, we both became trapped."

"Unicron?" Sam muttered dazedly.

"Er, never mind about that," Primus' voice suddenly sounded a bit sad at the other's name and Sam decided not to ask.

"But why me?" he asked instead. "Why not one of the Auto- er, your children? Why ask me for help?" Sam trailed off as a frightening thought occurred to him. "Oh God… I was holding onto the All Spark when it was destroyed… Does this mean that it… I mean that I… that it somehow leaked it's powers to me and now I'm…"

There was roars laughter. "Now where in the Pit would you get an idea like that?" Primus laughed. "No Sam, you are most defiantly not the All Spark. I have known about you since before any of your friends were even sparked!" Sam just boggled as the voice took on a sadder tone. "I knew of you and what you would do to save your friends and have even tried to speak with you on occasion even before you met my people. Though I must admit that I didn't actually mean to bring you here to the astral plane. That was a horrible oversight on my part."

Blatantly :Pthhhhhhhhhing at the multitude of Sam is the new All Spark fics out there.

Sam just continued to stare unseeingly into the darkness. "You're kidding," finally left his mouth.

Primus chuckled. "I am sorry," he said again.

"But me?" Sam asked disbelievingly. "Me? Why me? What's so special about me?"

"That is something I can not say."

Heaven forbid anyone make it easy on Sam by explaining things straight out.

"What?" Sam shouted, completely thrown by the odd statement. "What do you mean? You didn't answer my question. Why me?"

"That is for you to learn on your own," Primus told him gently before he cleared his throat and got back to the matter at hand. "Ahem. Anyway, here you are." One of the lightning bugs suddenly floated towards Sam and settled in his lap, the bright blue shine dimming to a soft, surreal glow. "This is what you are here for."

Sam got a new pet! xD

Sam looked down at the bug completely puzzled, unsure how a mutant firefly was going to help him. "I don't understand-"

"Samuel Witwicky!" Primus' voice suddenly deepened and gained a serious tone. "Your mission, should you chose to accept it-"

Poor Primus. No one but the small sparklings to converse with. He's become a tv show addict.

Sam blinked at the familiar catch phrase from the old spy movie. "Wha'?"

Primus cleared his throat again. "Damn satellite TV. Those Earth shows are addicting, you know." Sam just stared into the darkness in complete disbelief. Primus coughed again. "Now hear me, Sam Witwicky, if we are to give all of these lights a chance, then you will need him in your mission." The firefly winked once in agreement. "I will not allow my children to eradicate themselves over some pointless squabble about who's a better leader and he is one of the first ones chosen to assist in this undertaking. I have already begun in this task, as you will soon learn if that medic is worth his salt, but then again, my namesake was right when he chose him to fill the position. Though that wrench of his manages to scare even me on the few times I've looked in on them."

Ratchet's wrench scares all!

Sam stared down at the bug. "I don't understand, what task? And your namesake? You mean Optimus?"

"Indeed. He is my chosen, appointed by the matrix to carry on my name. Please tell him that he need not be doubtful of his ability to lead; I chose him for a reason. He must remember that."

"Oh," Sam murmured dazedly. "Um… yeah, okay. I'll make sure and pass on the message," he said as he stood, clinging the large bug to his chest protectively. Hey, if a god told you to "protect the bug," then you hold on to the insect for all your worth.

"Now go." A bright light suddenly engulfed the room and Sam turned to see a large circle of blue light in front of him, obviously the way out.

"Freedom…"

Sam blinked in surprise. That whisper was not Primus.

"Freedom…" Another voice joined the first.

"Escape…"

"Flee…"

"Oh slag it!" Primus did not sound happy. "Hurry Sam! They cannot leave until it is their time! They won't be able to survive the other side!"

"What?" Sam screeched confused as suddenly a rather large swarm of the, until now, docile bugs started towards him. Sam stared at them too shocked to move as the swarm moved towards him.

"Human…" Sam froze. THAT voice he knew REAL well. "It is the human…"

:) Now who can this be? Hint! Hint!

"Oh for crying out loud!" Primus shouted in exasperation and a sudden cloak of black lifted in front of him, effectively cutting off the insect's path. Sam turned towards the vicinity the voice emanated from and gasped at the golden optics staring down at him from the darkness. "Sam, RUN!"

Sam bolted and with the lone firefly held tightly in his grasp, went into the light.

XD Yeah, I can see Primus with a cape. Can't you? So poor Sam. Giant firefly swarm after him!

"It's no use!" Mikaela cried out in frustration. "I can't pry him off!"

"Sam! Sam!" 'Bee was still calling, frantically.

The whole group of Autobots and all the humans were surrounding the pyre, each stating their own idea of what was happening. Barricade, however, ignored them all. Idiots, the lot of them! The boy was not simply overcome in grief that was for damn sure. Mikaela had been engulfed in the circle of Judy's arms and Ron was desperately trying to comfort both of the ladies. The Autobots were all yelling at one another, all near hysterics at the whole situation.

When in doubt, shout it out! Yeah, they would be screaming at one another in panic.

All save Prowl. He simply remained standing next to Barricade, quietly watching. Barricade wondered if it would be an opportune moment to knock the weirdo out cold. He was totally creeping Barricade out so it was utterly astonishing when Prowl suddenly reached forward and caught Sam as the boy finally released his grip on Jazz's shell and began falling backwards off the pyre.

LOL! Yeah, Prowl is creepy in these beginning chapters! But then again, he wasn't paying attention to anyone but Sam :)

"SAM!" Bumblebee shouted as he quickly made his way to Prowl's side and stared down at the still form in Prowl's grasp. "Sam?"

"He's still unconscious," Prowl told the distraught youngling as he handed the boy to Barricade, surprising the 'Con since 'Bee was right there, though Bumblebee made no move to take Sam from him. Prowl, however, gave no clue as to why he had done that as he turned to Optimus who was staring at them in complete shock. "Since the boy is alright, then I believe that we should go ahead with the proceedings."

Prowl. Always task orientated, that one.

Optimus quickly snapped out of his stupor and looked back at Prowl sadly. "Are you sure?"

Prowl gave a small smile as he watched everyone crowd around 'Bee and by default the 'Con, all wanting to see for themselves that the boy was all right. Ratchet had already begun scanning the boy. "Yes, it is time."

Optimus gave a small smile and placed a comforting hand on his friends shoulder. "Very well then. As soon as everyone calms down, then we will continue on-"

There was a sudden, dejected sigh behind them. "Figures. Back from the dead and I don't even get so much as a 'welcome back'. Where's the love?"

Don't ever change Jazz!

Prowl froze. It couldn't be- not after so many years! All his logic circuits were screaming at him that it wasn't possible. That his lover was gone and he couldn't be hearing Jazz's well known, rumbling voice behind him. But the echoing gasps and frozen stares of his companions around him gave him momentary hope that it might, just might, be an actual, slagging miracle. With bated breath, the commander turned and came face-to-face with his beautiful, wonderful, aggravating mate.

Jazz gave him a sly grin as he leaned forward off the pyre, nearly coming nose to nose with his husband. "Boo!"

XD Jazz will be Jazz

Somewhere, not nearly as far off as one would imagine, red optics flickered on in a darken room and a barely controlled hysterical chuckle rang out- echoing against the hallowed, metal walls.

And the first hint of Megatron. XD I'm so shocked no one ever guessed that I brought him back as well. :P

So there's chapter 53. :) It was a fun ride!

Comments

[kallipsoeclipse.livejournal.com]

lol that's just like you explained it to me. You really were anxious to get this chapter out. Hope your feeling better.
*caught a typo - hangs it by its ends -origonal.-*
Gotta love Duo's extremely bad day!

[blkdragonqueen.livejournal.com]

Ah pthhhhhhh! whatever. xD and yes, we all have to love duo's bad day!

Oh! and when I finally was sick? In the car on the way to work Saturday. xP Had mom pull over. I swear it was the same spot I had you pull over for me. Called in then and yesterday too.