Previously..

"Mikaela needs me, screw the pain." and he pushed. And pushed, until…

Mikaela was collecting Sam's things, and Bee had stood up into his biped mode, his ion canon out.

"Mikaela, calm down." Bee's voice floated down softly, "I won't let them hurt him, or the two of you."

"What?" Mikaela stopped packing the collection of belongings that she had accumulated in the med bay the two weeks Sam had been in there. Flicking up his mask, the metallic face was composed, but the two years she had spent with the bots helped her in reading their body language. Bee was a bundle of knots, one more thing and he too would go over the edge.

"Your child. I know." Of all the things she had been expecting, that wasn't it.

"How- I.. I guessed, I still don't know for sure. These aren't-"

"I can feel it, standing here next to you. It's- there's something special about it Mikaela." She stopped and stared. Not my baby! "I'm surprised the other's haven't felt it yet."

"I haven't seen anyone other than Optimus at the hospital and you Bee. It hasn't even been two months…hell it's barely been an month." The pain in her face and the questions still on her tongue we're held as the siren outside began. An hour.

"Till we're all safe." She promised. "You know I think that's the most I've heard you talk."

"You may be right… I may be crazy…"" Good old Bee humour.

"Transform, I need somewhere to put this, we need to get going…Hurry Bee."

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Sam slumped against the wall, exhausted. "I can't" he breathed heavily. Sam, they need you. His brow pinched as the wise voice came through the mist, I need you. I can't do it alone.

"….Hurry Bee."

"There's so many times I've let you down.."

"Bee!" The sounds came from above, whirling around he smiled. There it was, the orb. Sam could feel it. Smiling, he pushed again. This time was different though. He was no longer alone. The silvery-blue light consumed him and the force sprang him through the wall like it was rice paper.

"Hhhhhuu" Sam sat up taking a huge breath. Bee and Mikaela were both hovering. Bee's ion canon was drawn and Mikaela, looking more beautiful than ever, was taking his IV off.

"Wah-wah wah.." He felt his mouth, the device there was probably important, but he saw no more purpose for it. After ripping it out, Sam gagged for a few minutes "What's going on?"

"Oh, not much, you just about died in an impossible explosion, and have been in a coma for two weeks and the deceptions are invading. They'll be here in about," Mikaela made a motion of looking up to the clock, "Forty-five minutes."

"Then what are we going to do? How are we going to stop them."

"There's no WE, Sam." Bee's radio voice was ended with his real accented tenor.

"You were in a COMA, Sam. It's not something you can shake off like a stomach ache."

"No, but I-… I need to help. There's something I need to do."

"Sam I really don't think.." Mikaela was nervous, looking at Sam's face her features dropped, biting a lip she looked as if she were holding back a full fledged tantrum.

"I need to see Optimus." His voice was getting more demanding, and more insistent. He felt as though only Optimus would understand the power that the Primes had given him. Burdened him and Optimus with. "Mikaela, I need to do this."

"Optimus told us to get you out of here."

"Ok, when I was in a coma, but the situation has kind of changed. I'm awake, healthy, I'm good." And it was true, he felt perfectly fine. The burns that still lingered didn't hurt, and the scrapes, bumps and bruises were there, but not aching. His head was clear and focussed. He grabbed his clothes from the beside table and started getting dressed. He had to go, he had to tell Optimus.

He had a job to do.

"Mikaela, it will take three minutes. If the decpti-creeps come, Bee will be ready." To take you to safety, he left out. There was no way he was going to leave this fight. There was nothing other than Mikaela and Bee holding him. They'd survive without him.

"Sam, we'r- I'm not leaving without you." Mikaela opened her mouth a few times, as if she were going to say something else. But in those few seconds Sam darted around her, snuck through Bee's agile hands with the luck only the Primes could have given him and began running across the base. It was lucky that the Autobots had already been outside, Sam had thought back, the base was huge. But it had been easy to find the twenty foot tall monolithic blue and red Optimus, standing at the center with only a handful of others around him.

Optimus was communicating with the others that were en route, few would barely make it if they held out long enough. But with word that Megatron himself was coming with a army of Deceptions. The great Prime was tired, and was warding off error messages of pain from his aching spark.

::Looks like someone joined the land of the living::

::Not now, Ironhide, focus.::

::Prime, turn around.:: he glanced behind himself, the twins had been supposed to be guarding the med bay protecting the boy, but said boy walking towards him. Sam. He shouldn't have been out in the open. The deceptions would be there in minutes and the child was frolicking about like he was going to a party.

"Optimus, I need to talk to you."

"Sam, for your safety, you should.." Optimus started, but Sam was already shaking his head.

"What Optimus? Run, not this time, I ran away in Mission City, and I got blown off a roof. I ran in Egypt barely a month ago and I died." Sam smiled. " And I was about to run away again until I was blown up in my dorm room."

"Sam. I understand your difficulty to trust us but-"

"Optimus, I trust you guys completely. Ok, maybe not the twins. But I trust you guys not to kill me, the decepti-creeps on the other hand…" Sam took an involuntary step closer. "I need to tell you something. Something I remember while I was… in the coma."

"Sam, there's not really time."

"Samuel James Witwicky." He heard Mikaela's shriek from across the tarmac. He only had a few seconds until she would be pulling him into the drivers seat of Bee and the information of the Primes would be lost forever.

"The all-spark isn't dead. It lives on in a child."

"What?" All the autobots turned and stared.

"Yes, they said that this child would be the bane of humanity and the rebirth of Cybertron." Sam's brow furrowed, "But they told me that I wouldn't find it's identity till I awoke."

"Sam." Lennox finally decided that he had enough of the boys blabbering, shoved him in the direction of a very pissed Mikaela and Bumblebee. "Go."

"No, I've ran enough. I'm helping, in whatever way I am. Remember, I'm a solider now." Lennox shook his head.

"Damn, kids and their memories." They both jumped as Bee came speeding across the base, the gate flying overhead. Behind, the siren wailed as the intrusion was noted across the compound. The autobots all transformed into biped mode and withdrew their weapons, Sam was shoved behind the wheel of Bee and tires squealing, they skidded away.

Megatron was at the head of the formation, his wicked grin creeper than ever. Sam dove in behind the steering wheel of Bee and tried to make an escape. But it was too late.

Starscream's arms pulled out of the natural body of the jet form and pick up the yellow camaro like it was a tinker toy. He then tosses Bee in the direction of Megatron but Bee was too quick, mid-air he transformed and landed, catching Sam on the way down. Two shots to the chest and Bee fell, Megatron's gun smoking.

"NO!" Bee's optics flickered, Sam felt himself automatically praying please, please don't be dead, not dead, not dead.The young bot slowly started getting up, but the sluggish movement of his limbs showed the pain that the metallic face never could.

"So boy, we meet again."

"Why don't you just die!" Sam yelled. He knew the fate the evil leader was to have, but getting there would be interesting.

"SAM!" Mikaela shrieked. Megatron's claw came down to crush him, but was just barely stopped by a familiar blue hand.

"Run Sam."

"I didn't come here for you Prime, nor the boy, now get out of my way."

"Megatron, I have given you enough choices, and I say no more." Optimus withdrew his energon sword, and lunged at Megatron.

It was at this point that Sam noticed the battle around him, Ironhide and Ratchet both up to their optics in Deceptions, Bee was up now and his ion cannon out, Mikaela running full tilt at him in the center of all of it.

Sam's attention averted back to Optimus and Megatron, "The child."

"Megatron, your processor is addled."

"Disgusting lowly fragging organic would never realise the potential of the child that female carries."

"What?" he looked at Mikaela who finally reached him and, her hand was on her stomach, "Kaela, is it true." she simply nodded. She clung to his arm, they both could see Optimus was losing, but even with his injuries, the fully functional Megatron was only just overpowering Optimus.

"Do you not realise what that child is Prime?" Megatron grinned maniacally. Fear dug a knot into Sam's stomach as he felt Mikaela's hand snake into his. "That is the Child of the Spark!"

The child.. Their child. They were going to have a child. Sam looked to Mikaela then on to Optimus. The coiled metal body lying feet from him writhing in pain as Megatron's energon sword pierced Optimus' shoulder.

"I will not let you hurt them." Optimus flung himself around in attempt to clipped Megatron's main energon supply, but instead missed and Megatron, who in an act of mercy, kicked him aside, moving towards Sam and Mikaela unstoppable.

"See what has become of your existence, Fleshling! This child is born of the All Spark, and therefore, will be our salvation. I knew Prime would be too weak. Step aside boy. Or I'll rip the child from her."

"Never. I won't let you touch her!" Megatron lunged at them, his hand reaching out, claws scrapping at their heels as they fled.

Now Sam! He heard the voice of the Primes. Closing his eyes he allowed them to consume him, once again the blue-silver light consumed him. Father, Friend, Prime. Optimus! The light consumed him, and wrapped around him and Mikaela, Megatron's outstretched arm turned to a great flame, the fire climbed up to the shoulder joint and continued to turn the mighty Decepticon leader in to nothing but a great fireball.

It was all over in a few seconds, the terrifying leader consumed in the inferno of the blaze, the smouldering burn consuming the charred bits of coal that remained, floating ember's were all that was left of the horrifying memory.

The heat passed and left nothing but ash.

A/N

Ok.. This one was hard, simply cause I wrote it in like.. Twelve parts. I wrote the end, then the beginning, and connecting it was a PITA!!!!! But I hope you like it..

I'm starting to wrap up the ends, but for the sake of my sanity and to prolong, or savour it, I think they'll end up being one more chapter and an epilogue (to further prove my insanity, I've already started the epilogue.. Ha ha)

But anyway. Questions, comments and review's are welcome (especially reviews!!! Need 'em Love 'em and am thankful for everyone of 'em!!!)