I really, really, really should be working on my other stories but every time I try to write their next chapters, this story just keeps bouncing into my head and messing with me. So I'm going to get my lazy butt in gear and start all of this. Please keep in mind that I have school (with two AP classes) and I really should be doing my homework… Oh well. So here we go!

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.

Twelve years ago:

"This here Sam is your great, great, Grandfather Archibald Witwicky glasses. He was one of the first few people to explore the Arctic Circle." Ron chuckled in amusement at the awe showing on his son face as he showed him a pair of cracked glasses.

"So these glasses belonged to my great, great Grandfather?" Sam asked as he eagerly reached out to grasp the glasses. Ron chuckled before handing them over with a warning glance and smiled fondly as Sam promptly placed them on his nose.

"Yup, cool isn't it?" Ron asked and Sam nodded his head.

"Hey, how old is great, great grandfather?" Sam asked and Ron chuckled.

"He's very old." Ron answered and Sam nose scrunched up in confusion.

"Is he as old as you are daddy?" Sam asked and Ron gasped in surprise.

"Hey, I'm not that old yet! And no, he's much older than me." Ron answered feeling slightly miffed that his son had called him old.

"Sorry, then is he as old as grandpa?" Sam asked not sounding sorry at all and Ron frowned at him.

"No he's much older than grandpa." Ron answered and Sam eyes widened in amazement.

"Wow, then he must have been really, really, really, really, really old then!" Sam exclaimed and Ron laughed in amusement.

"Ron get out here now! I need help planting my new garden!" Judy suddenly yelled and Ron frowned in annoyance.

"Ok I'm coming!" Ron yelled back before turning to look at Sam. "Ok kiddo, time to go play outside."

Picking his son up, Ron walked outside to see Judy squatting in a patch of dirt with a look of annoyance marring her features. Setting his son down, Ron walked over to his wife and kept an eye on his son as Sam started to walk away. Only half listening to what Judy was saying Ron smiled as he watched Sam stare at an already planted flower with incredible interest.

"Judy look at that." Ron whispered not wanting to break Sam attention.

"Aww that's so cute." Judy whispered back as they booth watched Sam.

Sam meanwhile found all of his attention drawn towards the small blue flower his mother had planted yesterday. Sam was still wearing his great, great grandfather glasses and was greatly amused at the distorted images they produced. Sam had found out that the brighter the color he was looking at, the better distorted images he got to see. It was sort of like looking at the toy his mom had given him once. The one where he had to look in a tiny hole and spin it to get different images, the only difference was that it was a lot clearer to see what he was looking at.

Suddenly something zoomed past his vision. Turning to look at it, he found himself intrigued by the fast moving object. Now determined to figure out what it was, Sam kept turning his body trying to keep up with the fast moving object. It took Sam a while to realize it, but he realized that he was looking at some sort of bug. Now more determined than ever to find out what kind of bug it was, Sam followed his movement, jerking his head up as it flew over his head. What Sam didn't know was that he had unintentionally placed himself directly under the sun in his chase of the mysterious bug, nor did he realized that the glasses he was wearing only magnified the sun's rays.

For a few seconds Sam couldn't move, his eyes were wide open as he stared at the blazing summer sun, and then suddenly he was overcome by pain. Sam screamed in pain, dropping to his knees and clawing at his eyes, despite this he couldn't tear his eyes away from the blazing sun seen through the glasses. Sam cried out in fear, not understanding the strange symbols that was suddenly appearing before his eyes and almost cried in relief when his mom suddenly stood before him. Blocking out the sun and the symbols that burned through his mind, relieved Sam collapsed exhausted into his mother's waiting arms.

That night:

Sam tossed and turned, throwing off the ice pack pressed against his eyes. Rapid movement beneath his eyes lids showed that Sam was not having a pleasant dream. Judy gripped her child hand tighter trying to hold back the sobs that threatened to escape from her throat. Ron placed a comforting hand on Judy shoulder even as he stared worriedly at Sam troubled face.

"He'll be ok Judy." Ron muttered and Judy nodded.

"I know, but what if, what if he…" Ron interrupted Judy before she could even finish her sentence.

"He's a Witwicky Judy, No sacrifice, No victory. The pain was his sacrifice and now all he needs is his victory." Ron explained, knowing that his words didn't really make any sense but Judy seemed to have found comfort in them. With a sigh Judy leaned back into her husband embrace, both waiting in silence for their son to wake up.

Sam's dreamscape:

"Where is the AllSpark?!"

"We'll cover you Sam!"

"You're a solider now!"

"Sam, I was glad I got into the car with you."

"Give me the AllSpark boy!"

"My name is Optimus Prime."

The next day:

Sam woke up with a gasp, images from his dream already fading and Sam struggled to remember them. Sam wasn't even sure why he wanted to remember them, he had the vague feeling that they were all bad anyway, but still he struggled. It was as if a part of him knew that whatever he saw was important. As he struggled to remember, his parents had woken up and were now staring at him in confusion.

"Sam, honeys are you ok?" Judy asked and Sam jumped in surprise.

"Mom?" Sam asked looking her in confusion when she suddenly hugged him.

"Don't you ever do that again! We were so worried about you!" Judy scolded while Ron merely smiled at the scene in front of him.

"Sorry mommy." Sam apologized even though he didn't know what he had done wrong.

"It's fine, are you sure you're ok? You've been tossing and turning all night long." Judy asked looking worried and Sam frowned at her before suddenly smiling.

"Mommy! I saw a giant robot!" Sam yelled excitedly and both Ron and Judy looked at him confused.

"A what?"

Two years later:

Sam woke up screaming, images of giant metal monster fleeing his mind almost as fast as he reached out to grab them. The door to his room slammed open and his mom came running into the room. Without even bothering to turn on the light, she crossed the room and into his bed, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close.

"Shh, shh Sammy it's alright, nothing going to get you here." Judy hummed softly and Sam willingly leaned against her.

"I'm ok now mom." Sam whispered after a few minutes and Judy slowly pulled away from him.

"Are you sure?" Judy asked and Sam nodded his head. Judy gently pushed him back on to his back and Sam quickly burrowed into his blankets. Judy sat at the edge of Sam bed and quietly started to hum, the song was a song that she had made up herself for nights like this. She sat there for a while, until Sam deep even breathing convinced her that he wouldn't wake up again, she left the room.

Waiting for her in the kitchen was Ron, he looked tired, well then again so was she. Sam had been having nightmares even since the accident two years ago. It wasn't every night, but it was often enough, and sporadic enough to never let them get used to it. They didn't blame Sam, if anything they blamed themselves. They wasn't entirely too sure, but they were pretty certain that the incident from two years ago was the cause of the nightmares and they knew that it could have been easily prevented. It tore at Judy every night Sam woke up screaming, but Judy knew that it affected Ron even more.

Archibald Witwicky had gone blind and insane on his trip to the arctic. After the accident with said Witwicky glasses, Sam had started having those nightmares. Ron never admitted it, but he was starting to believe that insanity ran in his family and that it was now showing up again in his son.

"So how was he?" Ron asked and Judy sighed.

"As good as he could be. He fell back asleep just a few minutes after waking up." Judy reported and Ron sighed.

"Judy, are we doing the right thing? Are you sure that we shouldn't send him to see a therapist?" Ron asked and Judy scowled at him.

"Ron we've gone over this before. I'm not sending my baby to anything whose letters can spell 'the rapist' and we can handle Sam fine. He's our baby and we can help him." Judy snapped and Ron gave a frustrated sigh.

"That's just it Judy. I don't think we can 'help' him anymore. This, this, whatever this is, is something we can't handle anymore!" Ron snapped back and Judy glared at him. The two glared at each other until a sudden crash snapped them out of it. They both turned to look towards the living room, both feeling anxiety rise up in them.

"Stay here Judy while I go check it out." Ron ordered while grabbing the bat hidden underneath the sink, Judy nodded and grabbed a large kitchen knife off the counter.

Ron crept out of the kitchen, the bat held in a threatening position. Judy watched as Ron disappeared and started to count, doing something that helped her forget her anxiety. A few minutes passed in complete silence when she suddenly heard Ron yell.

"Who the hell are you?!" Almost as soon as he said it there was a loud bang followed by a heavy thud and silence fell again.

Judy horrified ran out into the living room and dropped her knife in shock. Ron was lying crumpled on the ground with a pool of red spreading around him. A few feet away from him was a man dressed entirely in black and holding a gun. Their eyes met and Judy spun around to run away, she didn't make it far. Judy cried out as she felt two bullets slam into her back and as she crashed into the floor her thoughts went towards her son sleeping just above them.

'Please, please Sam be safe.' Was the very last thought that crossed Judy mind before she was taken by darkness.

The next day:

Sam woke up feeling pretty good. After his nightmare Sam surprisingly had a great dream. Sam wasn't entirely too sure what the dream was about, only that he felt warm and safe in his dream, and like all of his other dreams it fled from his mind as soon as he woke up. The only thing he could remember was his mom voice, which was really weird since she almost never showed up in his dreams, and it was saying only one thing.

'Please, please Sam be safe.'

Slightly worried about why his mom would say something like that in his dreams. Sam decided that he needed to check on her to make sure she was ok. Getting out of bed and heading over to his parents room, he was surprised to see it empty. The covers still messed up. Confused but not worried Sam decided that they must have gone downstairs already and was probably getting breakfast ready.

Worried about why he didn't smell any of the mouth watering food his mom normally cooked for breakfast, Sam hurried his pace and practically flung himself down the stairs. He stopped dead at the sight that greeted him in the living room. His dad lying crumpled on the floor with a pool of red surrounding him. His dad was dressed in his night clothes and his skin was way to pale to be healthy. Worried and frightened Sam walked over to his dad and tried to shake him awake, when that didn't work Sam tried yelling at him, when that didn't work Sam decided that it was time to get his mom. His mom had always been able to get his dad up, no matter how tired he was.

Sam turned to go into the kitchen but froze at what he saw in the door way. His mother lying on the floor, a similar pool of red surrounding her. Her face was turned towards Sam and her eyes were wide open and glassy. Sam couldn't tare his eyes away from hers and suddenly he remember what his mother had said in his dream.

'Please, please Sam be safe.'

Sam screamed. He didn't even realize when he had started screaming, nor did he realize that he had started crying. He felt himself stumbled away from his parents, slipping on his dad blood and landing in the puddle. He raised his hands and stared in horror at the red liquid that stained them. Still screaming, and still crying Sam ran toward the door and slammed it open. He didn't even remember which way he ran, only that he was now pounding on the door of some house he didn't recognize. He was dimly aware that his half sobbed and half screamed words weren't making any sense, and he knew that with each pound of his fist he left another smear of his dad blood on the door.

It felt like forever before the door opened and his fist was suddenly met with air. The man behind the door had looked annoyed, but one look at Sam and that annoyance instantly turned to horror. He grabbed Sam, started checking his arms and legs, asking if he was hurt anywhere. Sam could only shake his head, not able to say anything past his sobbing anymore. After a few minutes Sam had eventually managed to say mom and dad, which was enough for the man to realize who was truly injured. The man had grabbed Sam hand and started leading him back home, which wasn't hard to do, Sam had left a trail of blood on his wild run. When they got to Sam house, Sam had started crying again and the man had told him to stay there. The man had walked into the house and a few minutes passed in silence. Suddenly the man ran back out and hugged Sam as tightly as he could. Memories of his mom telling him to stay away from strangers flashed through his mind, but at the moment he didn't really care and hugged the man back. Sam fell asleep to the sound of the man mumbled words.

Sam was awakened by a man in a uniform, Sam recognized the uniform as a police uniform and stared at the man wearily.

"Sam you need to go and live with your Uncle Charles ok?" The police officer asked and Sam slowly nodded his head.

"When will Uncle Charles let me see my parents?" Sam asked hoping against all hope that the officer would tell him what he needed to hear.

"I don't know Sam… You'll have to ask you Uncle about that." The officer answered and Sam felt his eyes tear up again.

"Sam…" A new voice broke in and Sam found himself staring at the man whose door he had smeared with blood.

"I'm Mike Lancaster, I was the one who called the cops." Mike said softly and Sam nodded his head.

"Well, umm… I… well I have a son who's your age and I was wondering if you would mind if we came to visit you every now and then? Does that sound ok?" Mike asked and Sam slowly nodded his head again. He knew that Mike was trying to make him feel better, but Sam felt as if nothing would ever make him feel happy again.

"Ok… then we'll be seeing you soon then Sam." Mike waved as he left and Sam was left alone again.

Three months later.

Charles shot up as the sound of his nephew screaming reached him. Groaning he ran a hand over his face and wearily got up. He entered Sam room and found Sam thrashing wildly in his sheets. Charles wrapped his arms around Sam body, forcefully stopping Sam wild thrashing. Sam was screaming, about some giant metal men and his parents.

Charles groaned again. The Doctor had told him that nightmares were common after such a tragic event. He had told Charles that the best thing to do was to be supportive and simply wait for his nightmares to stop. But it had been three months now.

The case of his sister murder had been solved two weeks ago. A thief had entered their home with the intent of stealing some of their valuable and then leaving. What he hadn't been expecting was for the owners of the house to have been awake and so when Ron had walked into the room he had panicked and fired the gun before he had even realized what he was doing. After that Judy had came running into the room and the thief had shot her down as well. Thankfully he hadn't known that they had a child and had fled from the crime scene after killing Judy. His name was Andrew Cole and he was sentenced to life in jail for first degree murder on two counts and for attempted robbery.

Despite knowing all this, Charles still didn't think it was fair. His sister had died for no other reason than the fact that the man behind the gun had been surprised. Charles was angry, and upset over his sister death but had done his best to hide it. His nephew had been traumatized and he was the only living thing he had of her.

But three months of restless sleep and being awoken by a screaming child who insisted that the giant robot men in his dreams were real were starting to take its toll on him. As soon as Sam fell asleep again, Charles stood up and made his way over to the phone. It was about time that Sam realized there were no such thing as giant metal men.

One week later:

Sam stared nervously at the doctor seated across from him. His uncle had dropped him off here three days ago and told him that if he did well enough on all of the tests they gave him then he would take him home and let him play with Miles in the park again.

"Open your mouth please." A nice nurse asked Sam and Sam complied, letting the nurse swab the inside of his cheek.

The doctor gave Sam a smile but Sam didn't like his smile. It seemed like it was mocking Sam rather than comforting him.

"Ok Sammy, today we're going to start a new treatment." The doctor said and Sam gulped nervously.

"What kind of treatment?" Sam asked and the doctor smile grew even larger.

"It's called shock therapy." The doctor answered with a gleam in his eyes that made Sam cringe on the inside. The doctor pressed a metal rod against the bare skin of Sam arm and Sam yelped in pain as electricity rushed through his body.

"Hmm, I see that it didn't have much of an effect on you, maybe we should turn the dosage higher." The doctor suggested with a sadistic smile and Sam gulped in fear.

Present day:

Sam was lying on a metal hospital table, his legs and arms strapped down to the table, and his mouth gagged by a large rubber ball. The doctor (who Sam had learned, name was Nick Rosalyn) was standing above him with a clip bored in his hands. Nick glanced down at Sam who was glaring at him and simply tsked.

"Sam if you keep fighting us like this, your treatment will go nowhere." Nick said patronizingly and Sam let a small growl rumble out of his throat.

"Well I wasn't expecting you to cooperate this time but I'm expecting so much from you next time." Nick said before flipping a switch and smirking when Sam screamed in pain.

Sam thrashed against his bindings, flinching at the hidden metal bands that burned his skin. His mind going blank as electricity rushed through his body and cracked against the hidden metal bands. The smell of smoke and burning flesh entered Sam nose, and as much as it disgusted, it also anchored Sam. Told him what was real and what was a pain induced hallucination. After what felt like forever, it stopped. Sam sagged into the table, his body shaking with the strain of keeping him awake and he glared at Nick. Thankfully it seemed as if luck was on his side when Nick assistant spoke up.

"Sir, I don't think he'll be able to survive another round." He whispered to Nick and Nick growled in frustration.

"Fine, get him out of here and have him ready for tomorrow. I'm thinking of upping the voltage." Nick said and the assistant nodded in agreement.

After un-strapping Sam from the table, the assistant put him in a wheel chair and steady rolled him out of the room. They entered the elevator and after a few minutes of silence the room dinged and the doors slid open. The assistant brought him to the rec. room and left him in the corner nearest to the TV.

As soon as the assistant left, Sam crossed his legs and rested his hands on his lap. Evening out his breathing and closing his eyes, Sam looked like he had fallen asleep, but he wasn't. After years of trial and error Sam had figured out that by relaxing his body and mind as much as he could, he could sometimes remember his dreams.

Over the course of years in this place, Sam had decided that his dreams were in fact vision of the future, which would explain his need to remember his dreams. Sam had no solid reasoning behind this, only it was something is gut was telling him. So determined to remember these 'visions' Sam had done everything he could think of, eventually leading to meditation.

Oddly enough, the only things about his dreams where a few names and a few faces. The faces were like nothing Sam had seen before, made completely out of metal and having alternating glowing blue or red eyes, Sam had decided that these faces must have belonged to some of the names in his dreams. The only problem was that he didn't know which face went with which name. The only names he could really remember were Optimus, Bumblebee, Megatron, Barricade, Ratchet, and the AllSpark. Sam was pretty certain that none of the faces he remembered belonged to the last name. Sam wasn't entirely too sure what made him think that, only that his gut told him so. Sam had also decided that the names and faces belonged to aliens. Sam had absolutely no proof on that but with what he was seeing and the current technology at the time, it was the only logical (never mind how illogical it sounded) explanation he had. Without realizing it Sam actually fell asleep during his meditation (something he needed to get a better hang on) and entered his dream world.

Sam's dreamscape:

This dream was different from his other dreams. In the past Sam had only been able to catch glimpses and snatches of what the people around him had been saying or doing. This time, everything was in startling focus. Sam was in some sort of military base and dozens of armed men were standing around him, guns pointed towards a single chopper. Orders were made but the person in the chopper seemed to be ignoring them. It wasn't until the chopper's blades turned in an odd way that Sam finally understood what was happening.

The chopper transformed into a hulking metal man and started making its way towards base. The people around him went nuts and started unleashing all of their firepower at it. Sam wanted to yell at them, to tell them that it wouldn't matter what they did to it. It wouldn't work, it had technology far more advanced than anything they could even dream of. But he kept silent, Sam knew that anything he did in his dream he would do in the real world as well.

So he forced himself to stay silent as he watched the people around him fight a losing battle. He didn't move as bits of debris flew at him, or when a random person would drive through him. Sam knew that he didn't really exist inside of these dreams but that still didn't make it any less scary.

Sam watched sadly as the humans were annihilated and the thing got away.

Sam jerked awake as another patient slammed into him. The patient name was George and he was in here because of his split personality. George gave him an apologetic smile before climbing off of Sam and stumbling towards the pool table, his walk getting more aggressive as he went. Sam gave a soft sigh of relief as George walked away. Most of the patients weren't so bad, but people like George who had a violent side often found it fun to attack the one who woke them all up with his screams at night.

Sam blinked as a nurse tapped his arm and Sam looked up to see Alice. Alice was a transfer and relatively new to this hospital, Sam liked her since she treated him as normal and even took the time to listen to him talk about his dreams. What Sam really liked though was how Alice would let Miles stay after visiting hours were up. Alice had a soft spot for Sam and was often arguing with Nick about his choice of 'treatment' for Sam. Sam thought of Alice like a protective older sister and Alice thought of him like a wounded younger brother. Sam was perfectly happy with their relationship. Alice pointed towards the door and sure enough, standing there was Miles, Sam's best friend.

Miles after seeing him, made his way straight over to Sam and gave him a warm hug. Miles and his dad had been visiting ever since he was dumped in this place (which was a lot more than his uncle could say, the only times Sam even knew his uncle was alive was by the post cards sent to him on holidays), oddly enough Miles didn't seem to care that his best friend was in a mental hospital and instead spent most of his time complaining about school work and girls, as if Sam went to school and knew what he was talking about. Mile sat in front of him and glance disapprovingly at the wheel chair Sam was currently seated in before smiling and hiding any bad thoughts he might have had.

"Dude can you believe it? We're sixteen now! We can get our drivers permits and get a car and once we do we can get all the chicks we want!" Miles said cheerfully and Sam grinned.

"Sure you can Miles, but in case you forgotten I doubt my uncle would ever get me a car." Sam said mock sadly.

"No prob. Buddy, we can share mine." Miles said and Sam raised an eyebrow at him.

"You have a car?" Sam asked and Mile shook his head.

"Well, not yet. I totally bombed my last permit test and my dad said he wasn't going to let me get a car until he was sure I could actually drive it." Miles confessed and Sam laughed.

"But hey, think about it. The chicks would be all over us as soon as we get a car." Miles exclaimed and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Dude you know I'm not interested in girls right now." Sam said and Miles snorted.

"Oh that's right, you have an obsession over that evil jock concubine Mikaela." Miles teased and Sam glared at him.

"I do not!" Sam protested and Miles rolled his eyes.

"Yeah you do, you've been totally crushing on her since first grade and the sad part is that she doesn't even know who you are." Miles stated and Sam flinched a bit.

"Look, dude I'll always have you're back. You know that, but why are you so insistent on her dude?" Miles asked and Sam sighed.

"You wouldn't understand Miles." Sam answered and Miles sighed.

"You do know time changes people." Miles said and Sam gave him a sad smile.

"I know." Sam whispered sadly and Miles sighed.

"Let's forget that I even brought this up. You have to see this dude, it's been playing for just a few day and there are some really strange theories popping up on how it happened." Miles said suddenly and Sam watched curiously as Miles walked over to the TV and flipped through a few channels before landing on the news.

"Now more news on the attack in Qatar. It has been confirmed that the Secretary of Defense has recruited several well known computer programmers and 'hackers,' it appears that whatever attack us in Qatar was looking for something, weather they got it or not has yet to be seen." Sam blinked in shock at what he heard before turning to Miles.

"Miles what exactly happened in Qatar?" Sam asked and Miles frowned.

"The entire base was whipped out. No one knows who did it though, there are no survivors either." Miles informed Sam couldn't help the happy smile that spread across his face, nor could he stop the chuckle that escaped from him.

"Dude what are you laughing at?! Hundreds, if not thousands of people died in that attack!" Miles asked harshly and Sam gave him an apologetic smile.

"Sorry Miles, it's just that if this attack is real then it means…" Sam trailed off not sure if he should tell Miles.

"Means what Sam?" Miles asked and their eyes met and Sam knew that he couldn't lie to him.

"It means that my dreams are real, and that I'm going to get out of here real soon." Sam whispered to Miles, not wanting anyone to hear him, and then laughed at the astonished look on Miles face.

Sam didn't care if he looked every bit as insane as everybody thought he was, he just couldn't stop laughing. After years of torture and self-doubt, Sam finally had the proof he had been looking for. His dreams where real, he wasn't insane, and soon, very soon, he was going to get out of this hell hole he had to call home for the past ten years.

So here's the first chapter, tell me what you think!

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