Alteration I
Sam let out a string of angry clicks and chirps as he slammed a fist into the wall, leaving a large dent in its wake.
"You will know everything in time Sam," the medic replied as he tried to calm the angry mech. This only fueled the new mech's anger and he jerked away from his touch, an angry chirrup escaped his mouth, his golden optics flaring dangerously, as he staggered into a nearby wall.
"Sam please calm down, you're going to hurt yourself!" Ratchet pleaded as he grabbed onto the smaller mech. Something deep in Sam's processor snapped when the medic grabbed him. The small blue mech snarled angrily and punched the yellow mech, rather hard, in the face. Ratchet staggered back a few steps but quickly regained his footing. However, Sam had already sprinted out of the bay.
"SAM!" The medic yelled as he chased after him.
The dark blue mech that was Sam was already at the other end of the hall and was, with surprising speed, making his way towards the entrance of the base.
"Optimus, Sam's on the run. He's heading towards the main entrance," the CMO said through their personal line as he shifted in his secondary form.
Sam saw the opening to the base, he was almost home free. He was less fifty feet from the door when a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around his waist. The dark blue mech fought against the arms in vain.
"Easy Sam," a deep voice said softly. Somewhere in the back of Sam's processor he knew that it was Optimus, but his body was moving on its own accord.
The commotion had gotten the attention of all the other Autobots that were near by. Ironhide was the first to arrive and was instantly at Prime's side.
"Hey, hey calm down kid," the black weapons specialist said as he took Sam from the red and blue mech's arms. By this time Ratchet had arrived and was back in his bipedal form.
"Turn him so his back is to me," the medic said as he reached into his subspace. Ironhide did as he was told, then looked back at Ratchet and saw a syringe in his hand.
"You're going to sedate him?" The black mech said a bit surprised.
Normally Ratchet would have had the black mech drag a rowdy patient back to the bay, but Sam was a different case. The poor boy had been taken by Decepticons, tortured, killed and then turned into a mech against his will. On top of that his CPU was practically ripping itself apart. Sam had been created by Decepticons so his basic programming was 'Con, but his spark had the characteristics of an Autobot.
Sam, out of the corner of his optic, saw the needle and started to panic. Thrashing against Ironhide's arms he managed to get an arm free and jabbed it into his side, right between the armor. The black mech winced and his hold loosened enough for Sam to make a run for it.
He didn't get more then fifteen feet before Optimus grabbed him again. Sam let out a loud shriek of anger as the red and blue mech held him close. Why isn't my body listening to me?! Sam thought as he tried to calm himself down. It's Optimus. Optimus is a friend, he-, his thoughts were cut off by a sharp pain shooting through his chest.
Wincing visibly, Sam let out a loud and painful sounding cough. His vision blurred around the edges as he felt something warm dripping from his mouth.
"Sam? Are you alright?" Optimus asked from behind, not seeing the energon dripping from the smaller mech's mouth. Ratchet's sensitive scanners picked up on Sam's distressed systems and whipped his head around. The medic's optics widened in horror as he rushed to Sam's side.
Sam had regained control of his body and everything felt so heavy. Letting out a pain filled squeak, his legs gave out from under him and he fell into unconsciousness. Optimus held onto Sam and carried him back to the med bay as Ratchet instructed.
Once Sam was flat on his back on an examination table, the yellowish colored medic shooed Optimus out of his bay. He then started to run numerous scans on the smaller mech.
Ratchet was mid-scan when Sam's optics onlined. The dark blue mech winced in pain as he tried to sit himself up.
"Try not to move Sam," Ratchet said gently as he rested a hand on his chassis to keep him still. Sam looked up at the medic and felt as if he was going to cry, not that he could in his new body. The CMO sensed the new mech's distress and rested a hand on his helm comfortingly.
"It's going to be ok Sam," Ratchet said softly as he started up another scan. Sam wanted to believe the medic he really did, but his mind refused to think of anything positive.
"I wish I had just stayed dead," Sam thought bitterly, unaware that he had spoken through his com-link. Ratchet started when he heard Sam through his com-link and because of what he had just said. Before he could say anything, Sam's entire frame started to convulse violently and energon started to leak from his mouth.
Quickly turning Sam onto his side, he ran a scan on him and found that the Decepticon programming was spreading to the rest of his systems. The dark blue mech's convulsions became more violent and the medic was struggling to keep him under control. Cursing under his breath, Ratchet called Ironhide to hold him down.
A/N: yes, I am alive, jut a bit…preoccupied with work and…other non interesting matters…ANYWAYS! I've had this in the works for quite awhile and I was debating whether or not to post it (being as pretty much chapter is gong to be mech smut XD) this was originally going to be a one-shot but…well…lets just say I started to enjoy writing it a little too much XD