I thought I had long abandoned this story. But here I am years later, inspiration hitting me on a Portuguese beach! Hope you all can forgive my lack of absence!

Sapphirebee x

In the Wake of Tommorow

Into the Light

By Steph

"There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights."

The Allspark origins were a mystery the Cybertroians throughout their history had attempted to solve. To some it was their holy life giver, an essences from their creator, Primus. Who had given the first breath of life to the original thirteen transformers. Others had long suspected that the Allspark itself was sentient, it had a conscience and freewill of its own. When presented with a protoform the Allspark did not always grant life. It did not always heal those who were injured or bring those back who had passed into the Well.

Megatron had been the first to try and bend the Allspark to his will. In the waning days of the war Decepticon scientist had built a terrible machine, one capable of manipulating the energies of the Allspark. Canabilising it's gifts to be used at will and for Megatron own twisted purposes. He had used it to build an army from those who had fallen in battle, and like a great plague they lay waste to all the was before them. The autobot forces were already stretched to their maximum defending Cybertron. The rise of Megatron 's army fueled by the dark energy of the Allspark had corrupted Cybertron's very core. Their numbers dewlinding, Optimus had ordered the evacuation of the planet after launching the Allspark into space from Tyger Pax. It was this that had lead the autobots to earth and ultimately to the events leading up to the Allspark's destruction. Earth had been caught in the crossfire. A final casualty of war. But after much struggling and strife. The war had come to its end. Megatron had not been heard from since the defeat of the Fallen, without his leadership fighting broke out amongst the faction until with their numbers falling the Decepticons disbanded. Finally peace had been achieved. But every war had consequences, Cybertron had been healed through the energon harvested from Earth's sun but the energon was running out. And once again Cybertron was dying.

"Creator, I cannot allow them to suffer, not like this."

A white and gold mech peered down at the smaller form. Bowing his head.

"It is a fitting punishment. They defiled your gifts."

"Please Creator, it hurts me to see their pain. I believe there is still goodness within them."

The voice was quiet and pleading. Gazing out onto the surface of Cybertron.

"They deserve peace."

"Peace?" The mech repeated. He turned his own gaze out onto Cybertron. Observing the dimming lights on the planets surface. "And what peace will you have? You will be sacrificing your own future."

The smaller being turned his gaze back to the white mech. His expression determined.

"I cannot abandon them."

With a final sigh, the white mech nodded his head in acknowledgement.

"And I cannot abandon will be dangerous little one, but I will help you."

Stepping closer the small form settled closer to the white mech. Light glistening at their close proximity. "You shall be with me, Creator?"

'Yes, I shall guide you my Creation."

The sound of a racing spark filled the med bay. Instruments beeped widely, the gold body on the berth jerked and twitched as white hot light englfed the spark chamber. It pulsed wildly burning white hot and then to light blue. Ratchet and Optimus squinted their optics as the blue light encased the rest of Sam's body.

"Ratchet, what is happening!"

The medics scanners whirred to life detecting masses of Allspark energy. "It's the Allspark energy, it's integrated itself into Sam's spark chamber. There is nothing I can do."

The two watched helplessly as Sam's body glowed brighter blinding the room in a display of sacred blue light. Sam's body lifted upwards, his shape changing as the Allspark reformatted his shell. The light began to dim first from Sam's limbs, leaving behind pearl blue armour. His armour plates had shifted changing the shape of his body. It was smaller, the limbs smoother and more streamline. The armour on Sam's shoulders had been replaced by white plates that merged around his neck and down to his torso which widened as they reached down to his spark chamber. The armour thickened at the central point of Sam's chest where it met a white pulsing plate of crystal armour which shined in the low light. His leg armour had also been replaced with white interlocking plates which travelled down his spine to each of his feet interlocking and narrowing at the base of his limbs. This body has been built for speed. The blue armour shone at different angles causing bright a spectra of light to reflect off its surface. Sam's optics suddenly opened, turning to face Optimus and Ratchet. They were no longer green, but a piercing white.

"Sam?"

The newly reformatted mech froze, scrambling back to wall closest the berth. His optics wide, vents gusting cycles of air into his charged systems. Sensors on high alert taking in data from the surrounding environment. The mechs in front of him were unfamiliar, the tallest however did radiate a familiar energy.

Ratchet moved forward slowly, holding both his hands up in a non-threatening gesture.

"Sam?" His vocalizer repeated quietly.

The blue mech cocked his head to one side, the voice he did not recognise. He looked around slowly. White optics darted forward as Ratchet took another step towards him.

"Sam, it's me. Ratchet." The medic repeated carefully.

There was no indication of familiarity, shakily the blue mech attempted to get to his feet. His limbs shook and were uncoordinated as he attempted to put weight on his right pead.

Ratchet watched with concern. Silently he opened an internal communication with Optimus. Blur optics caught the others as they watched the blue mech unsteadily rise to his feet.

"It's like watching a youngling getting used to their adult frame." The medic observed over the internal channel.

Optimus turned his gaze back to the unsteady mech. He was now intently analysing his arms, holding them out in front of him for inspection, almost as if he had never seen them before.

"He does not seem to recognise himself."

Ratchet turned his attention back to the blue mech. Something was very wrong, Ratchet could almost sense it. The lack of recognition, the blue mech's unfamiliarity with his own body and the way he regarded himself and Optimus.

"What is your designation?" He asked calmly.

Finally the blue mech stopped, he met Ratchet's blue optics, vocalizer crackling to life.

"I am Sparks."

Ratchet could almost feel his spark skip a pulse. It took several commands from his CPU to voice a response. His own vocalizer stuttered at the revelation.

"Where is Sam?" He asked quietly.

Sparks's optics dimmed slightly. The white glow fading gently against his blue armour. "Sam agreed to help me. I needed a vessel."

It was then one of Ratchet's internal alarms sounded. A distress call. It churned through the medic's processor as medic protocols flashed through Ratchet's mainframe. Isolating the source of the signal took seconds. An Autobot was down.

Optimus looked on at his comrade in alarm. He knew Rachet's postures. Something was very wrong.

"Optimus! It's Bee. I've almost lost his signal."

Optimus's own spark throbbed. "Go to him." Without a further word, Ratchet leapt forward, Transforming in mid-step as his engine gunned him forward.

Sparks watched as Ratchet disappeared from sight turning his attention back to Optimus.

Optimus was having his own internal battle as his anger threatened to surface. He did not need to be a medic to understand what had just happened.

"Where is Sam?" Optimus repated Ratchet's question as his ire threatened to strangle any further words.

Sparks gestured to his chest. "His spark has joined mine with the maltitude of others within me."

Optimus's own optics widened, as a familiar resonating energy now caught his attention.

"Who are you?"

Sparks's gaze softened, "I can no longer stand by and watch you destroy yourselves my children. I have been known by many names deciple of Primus. The cube, the life giver, the original spark."

Optimus's whole body stiffened and he lowered his head sinking his form into a low bow. His voice sounding the air in reverence.

"Allspark".

It has been exactly seven earth minutes since Ratchet sensed the aroneous alarm blare through his system.

He often lapsed into counting in earthen time frames during times of hardship. The medic found it usually helped calm his systems, allowing him to stay focused at the taste at hand. It was not working. Sensors screamed pinging back data. Slow too slow. Every second wasted was a second closer to loosing Bumblebee. Ratchet's medic protocols alarmed again and again through his processor threatening to tumble him into panic. Furiously Ratchet checked his chronometer.

Eight earth minutes.

Ratchet forced his engines forward, diverting further energon reserves to his thrusters. The main infirmary building finally came into his optical sensor range, Ratchet did not even bother activating the coding to lift the main door. He slammed straight through the metal, shrapnel flying into the air. Numerous dents and scratches now laced Ratchet's own armour, his left door wing was severely mangled as energon splattered to the ground. Wincing, Ratchet felt his self repair quickly seal the line shut.

Nine earth minutes.

The distance covered was no doubt a feat. Transforming, Ratchet's robotic body skidded across the floor as he stretched his legs out in front of him coming to a quick stop. He darted left down one of the darker narrow corridors.

"Bee!" Ratchet called. He pounder one fist into the metal door. The door's opening mechanisms had jammed. The metal dented under the force as a second fist joined the first. Pain flared hot through Ratchet's arms.

"Bumblebee! Answer me youngling!"

Ratchet continued to pound on the door. Only silence answered him. The medic flicked his right wrist, bringing up his sensor screen. Intakes hitching at the sight.

"No damn it! By Primus I'm not loosing you again!"

Bumblebee's signal was barely registering on his scanners.

Ratchet's optics widened. He stepped back bracing his frame and widening his stance. Ratchet powered his lazar torch, the weapon glowed hot fiery red. His own energon reserves were at an all time low. But still, Ratchet mustered the energy to fire. The beam made contact with the door melting through the metal alloy on contact. The door panel flung forward clattering onto the opposite wall. Ratchet stumbled, falling to his knees as weakness threatened to overcome him. He shook his metal head attempting to clear the fog churning through his processor.

"Bee!"

Bumblebee's body was in a crumpled heap on the floor, his optics dim.

Ratchet lurched forward, kneeling by the fallen scout's body. He powered his scanners to maximum. There was no outward signs of damage. Ratchet's intakes froze mid cycle.

Bumblebee's spark had almost faded away.

Ratchet's diagnostics tools pinged with data, flooding Ratchet's mainframe. There were loose trails to Bumblebee's spark pattern. It was pulsing out of resonance with itself without its other half to balance out its energy. Ratchet was in shock. Mech's seldom survived spark shock from…

The thought fell away as his alarms once again blared sending his sensors spinning.

Thrum thrum

Bumblebee's spark stuttered and faltered, in the same second Ratchet flung open a port connecting with the scout's spark chamber. He sent the modulating command for the chamber to open. Ratchet cycled in a gust of air to steady his systems. Bee's spark pulsed dimly even in the dark room of the infirmary. He had no choice. There was no other option. Ratchet placed his right palm mere inches over Bumblebee's spark and sent a wave of his own spark energy down the conductors in his armour plating. White light filled the room flaring out from Ratchet's hand as Bumblebee's spark began to crackle. It glowed brighter and brighter. Ratchet felt his sensors spin out of control. Red warnings danced around his vision. But he had to hold on, just a little longer. His spark sensor pinged as Bumblebee's spark thrumed louder.

Looking up, the last thing Ratchet saw was the outline of blue armour as the darkness surrounded him.

Thanks guys for reading and reviewing. I'm hoping to those of you following this story can forgive my absence. This is rounding down to the final few chapters. This is an angst story filled with hardship and suffering. But that is the consequence of war.

Sapphirebee x