Sparks

Lauren Freeman

A/N: I have never written a transformers story before. I have 8 chapters (Some of them are very short) written out in my note book. I'm not very good with machine speak so I might skim over it a bit if it comes up. LOL! All mistakes are mine. You can follow me on Twitter by the name: Iniysa. Thanks for reading.

Summery: The final battle between Autobots and Decepticons approaches, of course poor Sam is right in the middle.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Transformers. I am making no money from this at all.

Sparks

Chapter One: Bodies

For Sam Witwicky, it felt as if the world was crashing down around him. He had survived Mission City, Egypt, and being brought back from the dead. He had made it through reentry into a society that had been ready to capture him and offer him up to the Decepticons as a sacrifice. He had survived but had not come away unscathed. Physical and metal wounds would always remain, and this just topped the cake.

The Allspark thought lost by everyone was secretly hidden within Sam, who knew perfectly well that it was there but chose to ignore it for the most part in an attempt to be normal. The Allspark asked very little of Sam mainly to let it recover in peace and in return it kept him from getting sick, he would heal from major wounds faster and it would listen.

But the Allsparks presents was not Sam's biggest problem at the moment. Not the reason why everything, mainly his life; was shattering around him. For at that moment, Sam found himself standing in a morgue, looking down at his parents' mangled bodies, being asked to identify them.

"It's them." Sam crocked out in barely a whisper. A coroner zipped the bags over his parents' heads again while a detective led Sam away and into a small room with a couch, chair and a TV turned on but muted, a NASCAR race showing on its small old screen.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"Drunk driver, It looks like they died instantly but we won't know for sure until after the autopsy's, I'm sorry." The detective spoke softly. Sam could only nod.

"There will be a couple of people coming into talk to you in the next hour or so. I know this is hard and you're in shock right now but I highly recommend you get everything set now so that you're free to grieve later." Sam nodded in understanding. "Is there someone I can call for you?" Sam started to say Mikaela but stopped, she was currently out of the country.

"No," Sam whispered. The detective paused for a moment before nodding and leaving. Sam would not really remember much of the next couple of hours as he talked to a male balding lawyer about pulling wills and life insurance, or even talking to a young lady about funeral arrangements.

The next thing Sam knew he was sitting at home in the very silent living room staring out the window facing the driveway where Bumblebee should be. There were no cars there now. The Autobots had told him that since the last battle had occurred he was safer and therefore did not need a full time guardian, so Bee was often called out on long missions in which he couldn't be gotten a hold of. This was one of those times; he had not seen Bee in three weeks now.

Mikaela was offered a job with the Autobots working under Ratchet fixing the Autobots damaged on there way to earth and in battle. She was currently in Australia where a new Autobot had crash landed two days ago. Sam had thought about calling Miles, but they had grown apart shortly after Mission City. So Sam just sat there looking out the window.

The next day he learned that he had inherited everything from his parents, including their life insurance. But Sam didn't care much at that point. The day after, Sam sat beside his parents friends and a few family members that lived within driving distance, in front of two side by side caskets. A local preacher from a church none of his family had ever been too spoke of a better place and eternal rest. Sam watched as his parents were slowly lowered into the ground in a spot they would never leave.

It was two weeks before Sam woke up from his daze and realized that at that moment he was truly alone. It was another week before he started crying. Countless times he had tried to get a hold of Mikaela and Bee, only ever leaving the message that is was important that they call him back upon receiving the message. They never did and Sam was now finding himself with abandonment issues.

The Allspark felt everything Sam felt and it only seemed to amplify it for Sam. Abandoned, grieving, confused, scared, denial. It was exactly a month after his parents' funeral that Sam realized he could not stay in his house any longer. Before Sam could really think about what he was doing he had put his house up for sale and hired a moving crew to pack the house up and take most of its contents to a very large storage unit. In the mean time, Sam had gotten a hold of Simmons who had become a sort of friend since Egypt. Simmons had come over right away and offered to help in any way he could. Sam asked for a place to stay where no one would find him unless he wanted them too. Simmons agreed with the stipulation that Optimus Prime know where he was. Sam nodded and then found himself in a moving van heading to New York City to stay in a small apartment over Simmons Deli, where he would pay rent and live on his own. Simmons meanwhile went back to NEST where he lived now with the Autobots.

It didn't take long for the house to sale. The new family moved in quickly and made it their own. Things seemed to settle down, that is until Mikaela came home.