Authors Note: For all of those people that had thought I had finally added the second chapter, I'm sorry to disappoint. Please read the Authors Note on my profile page concerning the story (and no, I'm not abandoning it). Hopefully you'll understand.

Disclaimers: Don't own Transformers. Simple as that. Enjoy!

December 12 2014- Network Elements: Supports and Transformers.

Finally, blessedly, he was alone.

He rejoiced in the solitude that surrounded him. No one, whether human or Cybertronian, was near him for a one-mile radius and the hallway echoed his excited footsteps instead of the loud talk of voices. After 11 months of nothing but a flurry of activity, between acting as the Ambassador to the Autobots, hunting down the alarming number of new Decepticons that had made landfall, battling the ones that were already on Earth, and attempting to work out the various problems with Wheeljacks and his new invention, Sam had had no time to himself nor any breaks. And it had started to drive him slowly nuts.

Mikaela had (slyly he would add) mentioned casually in front of Ratchet about how tired and ill he looked. He had panicked momentarily before Ratchet had swooped down upon him and was scanning him with everything he had on his frame. Sam had tried to get out of it, coming up with an excuse about something-or-other, but the medic had ignored his weak attempts at escaping and prescribed him one week off, no excuses. Optimus and Lennox, who had both been in the room, quickly agreed with this.

Even though he had been ordered to rest, he had still not been left alone. Everywhere he went, someone had always followed. Bumblebee. Optimus. Ratchet. Ironhide. Lennox. Epps. Annabelle. A General who wished to talk about something-or-other. Mikaela (though he didn't mind that she had followed him into the shower one day.) He had taken their company with a practiced, patient smile. Talked with them, laughed, given his views on certain things, while inside he was screaming to be left alone.

Six days into his relaxation week and not a moment had been spent in his own company.

So today, while everyone was out dealing with an Decepticon attack in London, England, Mikaela and Ratchet preparing the medbay for their return, Sam found himself secretly slipping into his and Wheeljacks invention. He knew he was breaking his promise of relaxation to Ratchet, Bumblebee, and Mikaela (basically everyone on base, really) but something had been nagging him for the last day and wouldn't leave him be. So when the alarm had come in about the Decepticon attack, he had quickly rushed over to the hanger, slipping in and out of soldiers running to the planes, to take care of the nagging thought. He would be quick about it, though, but would happily get the solitude he craved.

Sam walked into the control room and powered up the invention. A number of various equipment glowed to life, making the control room shine a dull blue and computers beeped as their hard-drivers were activated. He sat at the giant keyboard for a moment, typing quickly away, before quietly slipping a vest on and grabbing an automatic handgun. There was no need to take the larger weapons out, he planned on only going into the default level. For privacy, and so he wouldn't be found out, he turned his comm link off, although that set him an fifteen minute time limit before Mikaela came looking for him. Ready, he picked up the remote that would allow him to control the invention from inside and, twisting the black wedding band on his finger, adored with silver Cybertronian symbols (courtesy of the Autobots) walked into the large, circular room.

Sweet, sweet solitude.

And there it is. My attempted at starting anew with The Simulator.

I'm not going to bother writing a half a page here.

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