Author's Notes:

I'd like to start by saying, I make no claims to be a writer. I don't have a way with words that many fanfiction writers do, and so this story is probably not going to run as smoothly as others that you have read.

For this I apologise. I have, until now, only written short stories and drabbles, as they take less time to rewrite and rewrite again until I'm satisfied. However, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to write something like this.

I love my car, man. I mean, I adore him. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to go outside and screw him, but the idea of a possible relationship between a human and a sentient car grabs my attention. So, I'm writing this, and I can only hope that you take at least a little enjoyment from reading it.

'You're a soldier now!'

Sam remember Lennox's shouted words as he hefted the weight of the All-Spark in his hands. Dimly he heard Optimus' command for him to destroy the powerful cube, but he was frozen, staring upwards into the face of Megatron.

'You're a soldier now!'

Soldiers didn't willingly destroy their comrades. Soldiers held each other's backs. Soldiers were loyal.

Sam thrust the All-Spark upwards, into the chest of the Decepticon leader. Holding it there as it began to glow, feeling the heat blistering the skin of his hands. A charge ran through the cube, making Sam's whole body tingle. A loud, high pitched squeal emanated from the place where the box met with Megatron's Spark.

He could feel the current surrounding them, and knew instinctively that this could only end with a bang.

'No sacrifice, no victory.'

His own words came back to haunt him. If he let go of the All-Spark now, Megatron would be able to release himself.

'You're a soldier now!'

Sam held on. He couldn't risk the fate of the whole world, of Mikaela, of his parents, his friends, the autobots... Bee. At the thought of the crippled bot, his resolve strengthened, and he thrust the All-Spark higher.

He felt the charge build, heard Optimus scream his name, and then everything went white.