Aftermath of Life:
Yay, my first multichapter TF fanfic. I absolutely love writting this sort of fanfictions. So please bear with me I'm not sure where this story will take me but I know that updates may be slow; depending on the reviews. Please leave a comment.
Title: Aftermath of Life
Fandom: Transformers (Movies)
Disclaimer: I do not any of the characters but I do own the plot bunny. Transformers does not belong to me although I wish it did.
Pairings: Bee/Sam
Rating: PG 13 for now but may become NC-17 later.
Summery: The realization of a love that should have been, could have been and eventaully will be. This is set right after the events of RotF.
Time was a fragile thing, so easy to disturb and only have time to watch as a nightmare unfolded within a blink of an optic. Bumblebee, guardian of Samuel Witwicky knew this more than any of the Autobots. He experienced this firsthand, optics watching as his ward nearly got crushed beneath the feet of Decepticons and actually dying in order to bring Optimus Prime back. The mere thought of losing his ward, friend and someone so precious to him nearly crashed his entire system and made his spark twitch with some unknown emotions he could not explain.
"Bumblebee?" Sam asked concerned as he made his way over to the gentle and friendly robot. He could see the Autobots shoulders shaking and his bee like wings were restless and drooped; probably deep in thought. His friend did not respond and so he walked steadily forward and placed a hand on a stabilizing servo, frightened blue optics turned towards his hazel eyes and had them locked in a tense moment of silence before a large hand curled delicately around his body and pulled him up closer to the face of the large robot until they were eye to eye.
"Are you okay Bee?" Sam asked, voice laced with fright that his friend was not all right and would leave him be, right where he was and never return to earth. Blue optics blinked before a deep voice erupted from the Autobot's vocal processors.
"I'm fine Sam." The answer was short and brisk and yet it was laced with tiredness and wariness which Sam picked up rather quickly. He leaned a bit forward and swung his arms around the large robot's neck and best as he could and laid his head on Bee's armoured shoulder.
"Good, because I don't think I would survive again if you were hurt badly." Sam whispered in pained voice, the images of his first encounter with the now disbanded Sector 7 still fresh in his mind. He could never forget and it pained him to see his usually playful friend so quiet and reserved.
"Thank you Sam." The Autobot said in a grateful voice, happy that maybe Sam cared as much about him as he cared about the little fragile human. He tightened his arms around Bee and then broke the embrace, a spark of something unknown passing between them. Sam bit his lip to keep the small moan from spilling from his lips although he could not stop the shudder the travelled through his body. H did not know what happened and came over him but he readjusted himself in Bumblee's large metallic hand and leant forward; lips brushing against the Autobot's forehead in a comforting gesture. He chuckled at the warbles and clicks that came from Bumblebee.
"Can you put me down Bee, I'm going to bed now." Sam said and the servo that held him lowered towards the ground and he stepped off inside the large hanger at the NEST Operations Base. He smiled at his friend and ducked for cover when he felt the ground shaking at the approaching Autobot. Flinching when a deep voice rang out over the hanger alerting the rest of Autobots to his situation.
"Samuel James Witwicky! I thought I told you to get rest and recover." Rather yelled at the tiny human weaving between his stabilizing servos, optics narrowing at the child.
"But..." Sam tried to reason but was harshly interrupted by the medic robot.
"No buts Samuel! You died two days ago, you need to recharge! All the emotional stress you are going through is taxing your motor functions and if you do not recharge enough you'll be losing consciousness randomly through the next few days." The medic said, voice clipped and professional but also had a tint of protectiveness.
"Oooh, he in trouble now!" Madflap exclaimed whilst elbowing Skids in the side as Sam retreated to his room, specially given to him at the NEST base. He flinched when Ratchet turned on the twins.
"You two, medic bay right now! Sam chuckled as he rounded the corner and heard both twins exclaim an 'Oh Man.' Those two might not have been very smart but at least they provided comic relief. He entered his room, which was furnished well but sparsely. A large double bed with a feather duvet and feather pillows called to his tired body. He sighed, it was already one in the morning and he really should rest. Hopefully his mind would not be filled with his nightmares of watching his friends die for him and all in vane. Without changing out of the soft track suit pants and tee shirt he had been provided with after the whole situation in Egypt when they arrived at base early this morning. He clambered into the bed, eyes falling shut and plunging into a nightmarish world he lived through again and again.
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The orange tinted light seeped through his mind and vision, brining the images crashing into his mind. He had to keep running, running and do something very important yet this time he forgot what it was. Time and time again he saw dim blue optics fade to black. To nothing, like the void he was being sucked into. So empty, so alone and so vulnerable he felt the prickle of emotion in his eyes. Hot tears that were burning a path into his cheeks, somehow he knew it was not water but a much thicker substance. Blood, crimson blood that was the epitome of his sorrow at his lost friend and comrade.
"NO!" His hollow voice rang out into the emptiness, feeling his heart shatter at the image. Dead, all his friends were dead and above them stood Megatron, laughing at him. Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet's mangled bodies laid in scattered pieces beneath the throne that the leader of the Decepticons claimed as his own. He watched with hazel eyes as blood droplets landed on the floor, his own he realized that he could not stop as a broken sob travelled through his body. Tearing him apart from the inside, the Matrix of Leadership mere dust particles and nothing he could do to save his friends. But what broke his heart was the wails he heard from Bumblebee who was being tortured all over again.
"Stop it! What have they ever done to you!" His voice sounded harsh even to his own ears, filled with hatred for the machine who brings so much torture. Eyes widened as Starscream plunged a hand into Bumblebee's armour and pulled out his spark, blue lightning flew wild before connecting with his skin and he screamed at the agony of turmoiled emotions that ran through him. Sad blue optics turned towards him before fading to black and again he found himself in the forest with Optimus. His sorrowful screams echoing over the horizon and nothing anyone could said made him feel any better.
"You will be my pet Sam," The rumbling voice said and terror streaked through him, red optics that locked with his and the metal plates moved to form a smirk on the Decepticon's face. He flinched as the spider like fingers again curled around his body, making a violent shudder travel through him. His scream tore through the forest, birds scattered and lightning struck.
"Don't! Please!" He yelled as he saw Starscream tear his best friend to pieces, no it was then that he finally realized Bumblebee was more than a friend. His heart was thumping loudly in his chest as his tears turned to desperate sobs and he felt pain racing through his body, spine cracking as the force of an explosion filtered through the haze of tears. He screamed and screamed and screamed until his throat bled and he felt numb; his only friend was gone and he never realized the bond that had grown between them. No wonder he and 'Keala was not so close anymore; his mind always strayed back to his best friend Bumblebee.
"Stop!" He shouted brokenly, his heart shattering into a million pieces. His soul having a gaping hole that was once filled with a friendly and gentle yellow Autobot....
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Sam awoke with a start, his heart rate through the roof and a head ache to splinter his mind; his hands grabbed at his head in an attempt to stop the dizziness that spun viciously within and his arm came into contact with tear stains and with those he felt the vivid images of his dream return with a vengeance and he stood on shaky legs. Barely four hours had passed, it was five in the morning and he knew that he would not be able to get back to sleep. He showered, brushed his teeth and dressed. Hoping that his usual routine would stop his mind from wandering towards those terrible nightmares. His head ache was still pounding and his body felt stiff, pain lanced up his back and he cringed with it before stepping out of his room and turning down the hallway. Heading straight for the Autobots' hanger and recreational area; his room was closest to them and as Captain Lennox had put it the Autobots didn't want to have him too far away. Needing to protect him and offer him a place a refuge and for once he had to agree with Optimus' decision.
"Sam you alright?" A deep voice asked and hazel brown eyes looked up to powerful but gentle blue optics.
"Not really Optimus." He said as he walked forward to stare at the large robot who had transformed to his bipedal form and was watching the night sky through the open doors of the hanger. His eyes turned towards the stars as he watched silently, leaning against the legs of the large robot.
"Something you wish to talk about?" Optimus asked, his robotic tone held a certain quality of concern. The other robots were all quiet around them, probably all busy recharging. The silence was thick and the leader of the Autobots probably knew the answer from the silence that enveloped the two. Time seemed to be no object as they watched as the sky became lighter and lighter. Sam started when warbled clicks and sounds came from Bumblebee who flashed his lights in anticipation; Sam smiled and made his way towards his friend.
"Sam, you need to talk about it to keep your brain circuits from frying." The large Autobot Leader declared and Sam bit back a laugh at the chosen words. But his promise was not spoken lightly, he knew he would need to talk about it soon or else he was going to have mental breakdown.
"I will big guy. Don't worry." He said, not hearing the words that were whispered close to him.
"I will always be worried." Optimus claimed as he watched the fragile boy retreat and follow the cheerful Autobot out into the open where they would want to watch the sunrise.
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"Hey Bee, you doing good this morning?" There was a burst of static and a sound clip spun into the radio as Sam climbed into the yellow Camero.
"I'm doing good, I'm doing great..." Sam smiled and petted the steering wheel before sitting comfortably in the driver's seat. Staring with sorrow filled eyes at the rise of the sun. The yellow Camero noticed the solemn silence and filled the car with soft music that filtered through the radio.
"But everything inside you knows
Says more than what you’ve heard
So much more than empty conversations
Filled with empty words
You are the hope I have for change
You are the only chance I’ll take
Give me one more time around
Give me one more chance to see
Give me everything you are
Give me one more chance to be... near you"
"Thanks Bee." Sam said in a subdued voice, images and sounds fading from his mind as he closed his eyes and without another breath was in a light slumber. The events that happened mere das ago was now finally over and he could relax and try to be as normal as possible whilst being in a hanger full of Alien Robots and a family that was asking him if he was all right every time they saw him. He honestly didn't know how to answer those questions anymore; he didn't want to because if he answered he would be telling the biggest lie in his entire life. He felt as if he was slowly losing his mind and only Bee could keep him sane. Even if his sleep was empty and dark for once he did not have to listen to sounds Bee made as he was captured and that his friend sacrificed himself to save Sam and Mikeala, as well as the wailing he heard before darkness overtook his entire being.
The soft clicks and warbled sounds Bee made whilst he was drifting through slow thoughts was comforting and it allowed his mind to shut down completely and fall into a deep sleep so that his body could heal. And maybe stabilize his frazzled emotions and shuttered mind.
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Lyrics and song by Switchfoot. Song- on Fire