A/N:There is this wonderful story I came across. Wonderful plot.

I drew inspiration from this story.

Here is the link for those curious.

http : / / www . fanfiction . net / s / 4476153 / 1 / Allspark _ me _ pfft _ As _ if

It is written by Moonlight black rose.

It's a pretty interesting plot line, the idea that Sam had always been the AllSpark. I shall use that idea and make my own story about Sam and the Allspark.

I hope you guys enjoy this new twist of a twist.

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Seven year old Samuel James Witwicky stared at the little toy, more like glaring at it with the full force of all seven years. The toy eye's glowed green briefly before flickering. The boy sighed, plopping down on his bottom, scowling. "Why arn't you working?" He poked at the toy, tugging on the ears with his pudgy fingers.

Little Sam picked up his plastic screwdriver and tried to use the overly cumbersome device on the toy's small and rather inefficient battery holder. He knew that trying to borrow his human caretaker's tools would only lead to a long lecture and some 'time out'. He never really understood the 'time out' but he understood what its function was.

"By Primus." He muttered, shaking his small head, wide eyes inspecting the stuffed electronic toy. "I fear you are broken beyond my ability to repair you."

Of course he could simply give it a jolt of power, bring it to life. But that would be reckless, not to mention extremely hard to cover up. His power would only animate the small battery contraption and even then, there would be no space for a spark and it would live only to die hours later. To do such a thing would be criminal, to bring sparkling to life only to kill them is something he would never allow. Not to mention the toy would be utterly ruined, little fluffs of cotton and fur spewed about the room while the tiny sparkling tries to learn why it is here.

In a respectful manner, Sam picked up his toy and hugged it. "I am so sorry Crawler." He then walked out of his room, his little feet carrying him to his caretaker's designated living room.

"Mother?" Judy looked up from her book. "Father?" Ronald looked up from the sport pages of his newspaper. They both looked at their son and the stuffed toy he held.

"It is time."

Sam walked into the backyard, where a pre-dug shallow grave was already made in the corner where all the pets were buried. In a solemness that seemed so strange for a child to possess, Sam began the ritual of retiring the dead. He spoke in a language that only he knew, went through the ritual in a process that seemed too intricate for a child to know.

Judy and Ronald leaned close to each other, watching as their only son buried yet another stuffed electronic toy.

"We really should stop buying him that stuff." Judy muttered to Ronald, very concerned in how their son was acting.

"You can't deprive a child of his toys." Ronald muttered back. "That would be mean and cruel."

Judy elbowed her husband in the ribs, making him cough. "Maybe you should try to interest him in sports. Maybe some father son bonding?"

Ronald cleared his throat as quietly as he could. This was a funeral after all. "I'll try." Sam was rather resistant to activity, wanting to just play with his toys and take things apart. The putting them back to together was still something Sam has yet to master. They lost five toasters and a Tv that way.

Once the funeral was over, flowers placed on the newest grave, Sam walked back into the house as quiet as a mouse.

Ronald stared at the mound of brown dirt on his immaculate green lawn. "I wonder if he likes cars?"He asked himself, wondering if he could get his son started on tinkering cars. It wasn't fun explaining to the neighbors why he had such a huge cemetery. He had to save his lawn somehow.

Judy sighed. "Oh Ron, where did we go wrong?" Their little boy was such a sweet child, a bit eccentric but sweet. "One day he's rolling in the mud and the next he's burying his broken toys."

"He got it from your side of the family." Ron said, jesting of course, walking back into the house."Mine were all explorers!"

"Crazy explorers." Judy said in correction, following her husband through the backdoor."And only one of them was an explorer."

"No sacrifice, no victory." Ronald intoned, smiling.

"Hrm." Judy murmured as she went into the kitchen. "Well you better start on getting that victory Ron." She shook her head. "From what Oprah's doctor friend says playing with stuffed toys will only lead to dresses."

Ron shot like a bat out of hell, running up the stairs and grabbing Sam, then running down the stairs and into the garage.

Judy smirked. She did a little white lie, a small tiny one. But she had to get Ron to get moving some how. Besides she wouldn't mind if Sam was in a dress, a bit disturbed maybe, but he was her son and no matter what she will support him. She opened the pantry and picked out a slices of bread. She hummed to herself as she placed the slices of bread into the toaster. With a smooth and practiced push, she pushed the slider down to start up the toaster. A small ding sound told her it was starting to toast and she turned around to grab some meat from the fridge.

A sudden loud bang made her whirl around, eyes searching for the source of the noise only to groan. Their brand new toaster had collapsed at the seams, nuts and bolts mysteriously nowhere to be seen. "We just bought it today." She bemoaned, resting her head in her hands. Oh Sam.

Judy took a deep breath before she started to clean up the mess. She had a feeling one of these days her son was going to dismantle something important and forget to put it back together again. She smiled to herself, even if her son's habit of tinkering wasn't exactly normal, she wouldn't deprive her child of happiness. Every time she sees him, trying to fix something, he smiles and he emits such joy when it is fixed.

She fixed up two sandwiches one partially toasted and the other not toasted, some chips with soda and milk. Judy walked to the garage, placing the plate on a clean table, sitting down on a chair and watching her two boys tinker with the car. Her little Sam was all covered in grease and oil while her husband was also covered, smudges on every part of their clothing and no doubt smudges on their faces as well.

Her little boys she thought, opening her favorite book to the last place she stopped. They brought her such joy. Ron for being her wonderful husband and supporter and Sam....Sam her little Miracle Baby who was struck by lightning and lived. He never was afraid of lightning or thunder after that incident. Or of things that beeped and glowed, like computers and toys that moved on batteries. Her baby loved those little electronic toys, hugged them, slept around them, and mourned them. Frankly it was kinda creepy but the psychologist said it was a phase and like all phases it will pass with time.

Soon Sam will be interested in different things like girls and cooties and football. Kids need to be kids and if her son was going to pretend the computer can talk and find she'll let him pretend the computer can talk and that the toaster was insulting the dishwasher for being wishywashy.

Later that night Sam sneaked out of his room through the window and climbed down to the ground floor before walking to the newest grave. He sat down next to it, face pensive.

"You did the best you could." Sam turned his head to look at the translucent boy sitting across from him. "It's not your fault."

"But I'm the Allspark." Sam whispered, looking downcast. "I should be able to breathe life and soul into many of these mechanical shells."

The ghost patted Sam's shoulder. "Give it time." The ghost smiled. "Besides you're not just the Allspark." The boy thumbed his chest and said quite proudly. "You're Samuel James Witwicky and nothing gets better than that."

Sam looked at his counterpart and mimicked his grin. "Samuel James Witwicky." He echoed, staring at the little boy he used to be.

The boy ghost nodded. "Yep you're Samuel James Witwicky...and I.." He drew himself to his full height. "I am Spike."

"Spike?"

"Yep."

Sam blinked. "Why?"

Spike shrugged. "It's something that I feel is right. You know?"

Yes Sam did know. The feeling of destiny, of the sparks and the sensation of energy singing through ones veins.

"Spike." His lips curled into a satisfied smile.

"We're going to be the best of friends, forever and ever." Spike grinned his childish and full of joy grin.

"Until all is One." Sam agreed. "Until all is One."

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A/N: So what do you guys think? Like it? Hate it?

Think it's a rip off? It's okay to tell me. I'm not going to stick to what the original author wrote. The only thing that shall be similar is that Sam is the Allspark in the beginning.

I know I had another story with Sam and the Allspark...but this one makes my plot bunnies want to mate and get more children.