A/N: PLEASE READ! Okay, this idea was actually a dream I had a while ago and started writing, found it today and finished it. Just a little piece form my slightly (more then slightly ;P) strange sub-conscious.

May be slightly creepy, I don't know.

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Sam wasn't sure what made him do it, thinking it to be an impulsive behaviour, not to mention the fact that if he killed Optimus…well, he didn't even want to think about that. Pushing the Cube into Megatron's chest plates seemed like the only option. He had to close his eyes as the Decepticon leaders spark mixed with the power of the All Spark, nearly blinding him.

His hands were burning. The raw power was burning the skin of his hands. Gritting his teeth, he endured, he couldn't stop, not know. Megatron would be beaten and the threats over Earth would be gone. Everyone would be safe. He felt as though his hands were glued to the Cube. But as it began to disintegrate, he saw, barely form behind his closed eye lids, the build up of energy. It was white hot from beneath his closed eyes. He didn't see it, but he sure as hell felt it.

The back blast was a brilliant white, the soldiers and Autobots stood helpless as the charge exploded. Sam felt himself fly back and hit something hard. Hearing several bones in his body , mainly his back, cracking as they broke with impact. His eyes flew open for a moment. In time to see the tyrants body fall. The glow in his chest fading to black. As Megatron's body hit the concrete, Sam felt his vision go dark and… Nothing.

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They couldn't do anything as the white light built in strength. They couldn't do anything as the bang rebounded off the still standing buildings of Mission City. And they certainly couldn't do anything as Sam flew backwards into a brick building. Even the soldiers who stood a ways away heard the resounding crack of breaking bones. Ironhide stepped closer to the Prime, still holding the two halves of Jazz in his hands

Ratchet, though he was also grieving the loss of the Lieutenant, had made his way carefully to where Sam was, unmoving. His scanners had confirmed his, and the others fears. His heart had stopped, the boy wasn't breathing.

"I, I'm afraid there isn't anything I can do." Ratchet's words hung in the dusty air when a rough growling of a truck engine cut the silence. Ratchet stepped away form the body to stop Mikaela and Bumblebee before they got any closer. He knew it would hit the two young ones the hardest. Especially the youngling guardian.

Mikaela looked up confused at the medic when he made her stop the tow truck.

"What Ratchet? What is it?"

"I-I'm very sorry, Mikaela. He's gone." A moment of confusion crossed the faces of both human teenager, and Autobot youngling before.

"What-? No…NO!" Tears spilled down Mikaela dirt covered cheeks while optical fluids flowed from Bumblebee's blue optics.

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Optimus stood in front of the human soldiers.

"Today, we lost two great comrades. Both losing their lives in the quest to defeat Megatron. They will never be forgotten and their brave actions remembered…"

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He woke with a start. Sitting up, gasping for air. What happened? He thought groggily. He could remember shoving the Cube into Megatron's chest…

The white light…

Megatron falling…

Pain…

And now he was here. But, where was here? It wasn't very bright wherever he was. Reminiscing on what he remembered before the darkness, he could only hope that the Decepticons truly had been beaten. And at the same time, he sighed, his breath misting in front of him, yet it wasn't cold. He wished he hadn't died, it seemed like a silly thing to say now that he was sure he was, but he couldn't stop thinking about Mikaela, and 'Bee. God they must taking it hard. He wanted to see them, see the others again.

The question came up again, where was he? What was this place. Well, it couldn't really be called a place, more like he was set a top a large ledge, over looking a blue city with white street lights lining the empty roads. What the hell was this?

"This, Samuel, is the world I have built for you…" A disembodied voice called, echoing through out the empty city. Whirling around, Sam searched for a source.

"What? W-Who said that?" He called out. An airy laugh was his response.

"Samuel. Dear Samuel. You do not recognize my voice. I am the All Spark."

"Yeah? A-And what was that," He made explosion motions with his hands, "why am I here?"

"The light you speak of… That was my way of bringing you to me. You are here because I took you away from the world of the living. Because I want you with me Samuel. You will not leave."

"What? I- but, you're, I-I thought the All Spark was just energy?" Again, the laugh floated through the air, making him shiver.

"No my dear Samuel. I may be energy, but I can still feel… Enjoy the city Samuel. Forget, forget your life before this… For you will stay here, forever…" A chilled wind wrapped around the boy before blowing out to the city below. He shivered and stepped cautiously over to the edge.

The streets were empty, there was no sign of life in the blue tinted city. He could see skyscrapers reaching to the empty black sky, which did nothing to remove the permanent blue tinge on everything. Sighing heavily, Sam realized he wasn't getting out of here. That Mikaela and Bumblebee were unreachable from wherever the All Spark had stuck him.

"That's right Samuel… You belong to me now… You will forget them, never will you see them again… They believe me to be gone… I do love my children, the Autobots, dearly, but I am afraid I cannot help them anymore… I believe they have lost faith, as have the Decepticons… Each and everyone of them has condemned themselves to a slow, painful extinction… I will do nothing as they destroy each other and every world they so happen to land upon… Which is why I have taken you now Samuel… I want you safe, I want you to never know what happens to planets that get caught up in wars beyond their years…"

He wasn't sure how to get down from the roof of the very, very tall building her was standing on. There was a border around the edge, to prevent someone from falling. There was a strange structure behind him, it was rounded and completely made of glass. It was huge, clear, and now he knew where the blue tinge of the city was coming from. A giant bluish ball of brilliant light shone. Casting the colour, yet not brightening the city one bit. So this was it. He was spending the rest of eternity in this, he didn't know what to call it.

"Your home," The All Spark's 'voice; spoke softly, "This shall be your home Samuel. I shall admit, it is not perfect, it takes so much to build something which is barely there. But it is a definite improvement from the wars you shall never have to experience."

"But what about the Autobots? The Transformers…They'll die out, without the All Spark." A soft chuckle wrapped around him again like a cool breeze.

"My children should have realised the consequences to their actions before they carried out their deeds. Though I am, somewhat glad. I have found you Samuel. And now you are mine."

The slightly pulsing giant light dimmed a moment before brightening, casting even more frigid blue light onto the dark, empty city. The Illusion.

"Forever and always…"

And with those softly whispered words, he blacked out again.

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A/N: O…kay. Don't ask anything about this. I don't really know either. Lol :P

Feedback is loved and appreciated! Feel free to flame this one, it's kind of crappy, but try to be constructive. Thanks/

-Tucx