Possession's Reason
Title: Possession’s Reason
For: lady_katana4544
Prompt: Bee/Sam/Possession
Rating: T
Warning: Contains SPOILERS for Revenge of the Fallen!!!
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Possession can be defined as the state of monomania. Monomania can be defined as excessive interest or concentration on a singular object or subject; a pathological obsession with one person, thing or idea.
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The humidity on the air was thick enough that he thought he could taste the promise of rain being carried along the winds preceding the storm clouds to the southwest. Dark fluffy clouds formed the horizon as purple tinted bolts of lightning danced among them like children playing tag. Stopping to watch the lightning as the first light droplets of rain dripped down from the clouds the wind pulled at his clothing as he stared transfixed by the storm. Stiffening as he felt more than saw the large mech coming to a halt beside him, he glanced at the calm visage from the corner of his eye. A tense silence settled over the pair as Sam stared at the storm with a steadfast determination. Blades of grass rustled softly as the wind blew through tugging almost insistently at the leaves of the lone tree near him. Lightning flashed casting the red and blue ‘bot next to him in an eerie light, the hard ridges of armor and protective plating shining in sharp contrast to the malleable protoform beneath.
Tearing his gaze away from the sight with some difficulty, he jumped when the other’s voice rumbled like a sharp crack of thunder between them. “I find it to be difficult to answer questions that remain as yet unspoken.” Stiffening at the subtle reproach carried within the deep tones, slender fingers curled tightly against soft palms. “Bumblebee has informed me that your questions are of a nature too delicate to be spoken of in any setting outside of this. I would hear what is it that bothers you to the point that you would seek me out.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sam asked, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Why did you let me think that was the end of it? Why did you let me think that I’d done my part so I could go back to being normal for a change?” Swallowing as he watched the last shades of the red and orange sunset give way to the darkening blue and black hues of the thunderstorm, Sam closed his eyes. “You knew-I told you… I told you I wanted to be normal. That I wanted to go to college and do all the things that other people do.”
Opening his eyes he turned his head to stare up at the silent ‘bot. “I thought at first that those images-The Language of the Primes-would go away but they haven’t.” Licking his lips nervously he lifted his chin in a manner reminiscent of his father at the height of anger, voice low and unhurried as he enunciated each word with a precision absent from normal conversation. “I gotta know Optimus, is there a reason I’m understanding a language most of you guys don’t even remember? Or is this another one of those things that fall under all of the things you haven’t told me?” Ignoring the sharp crack of thunder rolling across the sky, Sam’s expression turned challenging. “I don’t want this. Any of it. So you can take your stupid Allspark, your stupid Matrix of Leadership and find someone-just find someone else, okay? I don’t want it. It’s yours.” Spinning on the heel of his foot he moved to begin the short walk down the road from the lookout to where he knew Bumblebee was waiting for him when Optimus spoke.
“The Line of Primes is gone. All who might once have laid claim to such a title are now long gone with only their Sparks kept within the Matrix of Leadership until such a time comes when their voices and wisdom are needed once more.” Dirt crunched beneath his sneakers as he slowed under the weight of Optimus’ gaze pressing between his shoulders. “There would have been a time where the Matrix of Leadership remained forever lost to us upon my passing from this world into the next. Cybertron would have been left in ruins as a testament to the Fallen’s need for revenge against all those that might have stood against him and Earth would be no more than a memory of Decepticon conquest.” Lowering himself to the ground so as to present a smaller target to the lightning overhead, Optimus watched as Sam stopped with one foot digging idly in the dirt. “All beings granted the gifts of sentience are able to choose their own fate, only fate is not something easily recognized. Your moment of fate was reached and you were presented with your choice. The choice you made at that moment defined the path you would take.”
Bending his knee and resting his arm atop it, Optimus turned his gaze upwards as a particularly violent gust of wind tore a few leaves from their branches. “Fates such as ours are rarely to our liking as those chosen often hold no desire for such a thing. For those it is a fate to be shouldered with all of the grace and dignity that can be found in such a situation.” Sighing as the rain began to fall in earnest; Optimus watched the rain gather along the leaves of the tree before spilling to the grass below. “There is always more than one crossroad in fates design and this is one such occurrence. I can only show you the different paths that lie in front of you; which path you choose to take is solely your choice to make.”
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This was the product of a rewrite from the first version that I wrote night before last. It’s a better capture of the things that I wanted in here than the first one was. One part left. Minor edits made thanks to okami_myrrhibis for pointing them out to me!