Asking Too Much

Chapter 10

Disclaimer: I don't own the Transformers. What I DO own though is a couple of OC's.

Pairings: Optimus X Sam, Ironhide X Will, Bumblebee X Mikaela, Ratchet X OC Autobot femme, Megatron X Huntress

Notes: I'm really sorry for updating so late and making other stories and not prioritizing this one. I don't have an excuse for this laziness, before I was a student that was lazy to update now I'm a regular working person that has even less energy to update. I'm terribly sorry.

The hall was quiet. The new trine smirked and started internal stopwatches, counting how long before everyone else started functioning again. Then a rumble echoed through the hall, a small sound that soon grew louder and louder.

It was the engines of all the bots inside the hall, a non-verbal "hurrah" for the awakened comrades-in-arms. Up on front, Optimus stood stock still, staring and not quite believing what he is seeing. Bumblebee and Ironhide stood the side of the stage, their fans kicking in high gear as they felt their sparks pulse with happiness. Bumblebee buckled at his stabilizer servo's joints. Ironhide was lucky enough to catch the young spybot.

Suddenly the whole hall sprang into motion, and formed formal lines throughout the ranks there, all facing diagonally towards the center aisle, which they formed, and to the stage. The ones on the side of the center aisle all had swords as their weapons and raised it in salute. The medicbots all already went to their perspective places within the crowd. Ratchet up front with Red Cross near and the others within the ranks of Autocons and Autobots.

Sam's faceplates first showed amusement before his expressions became sterner. Sam nods, and both Mikaela and Will started walking up the aisle towards Optimus and Megatron. Their stances were of the royal guards that used to exist back when there was no war. And it was their duty as well; they exuded the aura of a Prime Guard and AllSpark Guardian. Few ever achieved both of those positions and in everyone else's sparks they knew that both Mikaela and Will had earned their positions as one of the closest to Sam.

Both Mikaela and Will stopped as they reached the end of the lines of other bots and stood at the front and side of the aisle, bowing their upper bodies slightly, and waiting for Sam to come up the aisle.

And it was like a wave, all the other bots bowed in the same fashion and waited for Sam to walk through. With regal grace and authoritative presence, Sam strode up to Optimus and Megatron. As soon as he passed the line of bots, they would drop on their knee and head looking straight to their leaders. Sam slowly walked up the aisle, his optics offline and his faceplates arranged into a serene but stern expression. He didn't need to see where he was going. He was finally one with all of them. The power of the AllSpark thrummed underneath his metal plating, his mind racing through terrabytes of information. He absorbed and learned as he walked up to his other half. The AllSpark's consciousness, as he had only noticed was just a voice now no longer had the power over its once own strength, but it remained to advice the new owner of its power. In the instant that his body was vaporized his soul compressed and compressed so that he wouldn't leave behind anything from his past as a human. To do that, it was the AllSpark who had to sacrifice majority of its remaining energy to be an individual, to make sure that they all pay back Sam their debts to the human who sacrificed too much and received too little.

After all, Primus and the AllSpark asked too much from this child.

From the crowded stage, Optimus could not make his optics leave the sight of his mate walking up to him. He had noticed earlier on that Ironhide and Bumblebee had already stood next to their sparkmates. He could not explain the feeling that was welling up in his sparkchamber, the sight of all the Autobots and former Decepticons in one Great Hall without fighting without an ounce of hatred left to each other. His spark pulsed with strength once more. Strength that he thought he had lost when the wars took so much from them. He felt his brother move from his side, a servo clasping his own servo joint. Optimus looked at his brother, Megatron, a mech that had lost so much, maybe much more than Optimus himself, offering a kind nod with a small smile in his still sharp dentas. Megatron backed-off and stood to the side but still proud as the newly reinstated Lord High Protector Megatron. Optimus's chest compartment, where he kept the Matrix, opened on its own and the Matrix grew into a sword that stuck to Optimus's side. The matrix glowed with Iridescent light awaiting its counterpart, the AllSpark.

Soon Sam stood in front of the stage, all other bots behind him were already kneeling. He onlined his optics, shining of love to his beloved, and slowly Sam started to kneel to both his Prime and Lord High Protector. His optics was already lowered to the ground and didn't notice when the two leaders sprang into action and stopped Sam from kneeling. He looked up in surprise at the brothers who had borderline horrified looks on their faces. Sam chuckled at the two leader's expression. "Why the horrified faces my lords?" Sam jested.

Megatron looked like he would have a short circuit sometime soon. "Boy, you do not kneel to us. Has my brother taught you nothing at all?" Megatron grumbled to his soon-to-be Brother-In-Law and gave a withering glare to his brother. Everyone could practically feel the anime sweatdrop that formed on Optimus's head. "Now, now brother." Optimus said in a sheepish tone.

A chuckle sounded through the hall and the brothers looked down to the smiling protoform they were still holding. Sam extricated himself from the gentle hold of his intended, and future in-law before giving said future in-law a great hug. "I'm glad." Sam started, his voice hitched in a way that they knew that somehow Sam was crying. "I'm glad that you're finally home with us Megatron, Optimus had missed you dearly. These vorns have been the most painful to my beloved not only because of the loss of his soldiers, comrades and friends, it hurt the most to him that he lost you. You, who have been his rock, his support through all the vorns, losing you, hurt Optimus the most." Sam distanced himself a bit from Megatron before making a gesture, a gesture of pure intentions, Sams servo went to over his sparkchamber, rested it there for a few nano-seconds before moving it to rest over Megatron's own Sparkchamber, one that Sam once destroyed, but knew he was forgiven for. "Thank you for coming home to him." The whole hall erupted in noise as engines revved in high applause for the new AllSpark's sincere gratitude.

Megatron felt week in the knee joints and had wobbled then kneeled towards the new AllSpark, his servo over his, surprisingly open. Sparkchamber. "Your gratitude I am not worthy for. But I will make myself worthy. From today on, I, Megatron, Lord High Protector, swear upon my very spark that I shall protect your happiness, as it is the happiness of our people. Let it be known that I am a Decepticon no more and that I will take whatever mark the new AllSpark, former Samuel James Witwicky, will give me. I offer all my might, power and mind to this being so pure for our race has asked too much from this young one."

As soon as Megatron said those words light engulfed him and all those sharp edges that made him menacing became no more, he looked exactly like his brother with a bulkier build. But Megatron wasn't the only one. One by one many Autobots and Autocons opened their sparkchambers as well and swore fealty to a once fragile being that now stands as one of their leaders. Sam felt overwhelmed, somewhat weakened as he felt the weight of trust all these bots have given him. He had to hold on to his sparkmate for strength for somehow not even the tremendous power of the AllSpark could compare to the feeling of all these beings trusting in him to lead them as it was. Even his own trinemates, Mikaela and Will with little Annabelle had their sparkchambers open and giving their promise to him, their own sparkmates holding servos and presenting their very souls to him.

Sam looked to Optimus who had a smile ready for his intended, they held servos and Optimus bowed his head just a bit and rested his forehead to Sam's own. "We've asked too much, taken too much, hurt you too much; now let us repay you with our loyalty, love and respect." An Energon tear made its way down Sam's faceplates as he nodded to Optimus's words. He couldn't turn away those vows, he doesn't deserve them but it would hurt them deeply if he turned them away. He looked to Megatron and looked up and walked to the stage, from there he opened his own sparkchamber to the fullest, even letting his spark come out just a bit and with a sharp servo he pierced it just a bit making him hiss but hearing the shocked gasps of everyone in the room was worth it. "I accept your fealty, your loyalty and love and in return I give my own loyalty to you all. I will serve you justly and will not abandon you. I will see you through our shared hardships and will help you rebuild what I helped destroy. This I swear." A glow surrounded everyone, including Optimus who had also had his spark chamber open to make a promise of loyalty to the new AllSpark. Once the glow died out, on each Cybertronian, whether Autobot or former Decepticon, a new insignia lied on them. Etched where their old allegiances was the insignia that was the origin of the Autobot and Decepticon insignia. Where light and dark balanced itself. For half sported the Decepticon façade on the right and the Autobot mas on the left.

Sam's sparkchamber plates closed on itself, on top of it his own Cybertronian insignia. His derma plates smiled at his people before his optics shuttered and he swayed on his balancing servos. Many tried to catch the faltering AllSpark only Optimus got to him in time and held him close. "Sam? Are you alright?" Optimus's optics held worry for his intended. Sam's engines gave a weak whine, "Yes… I'm fine… Just a bit overwhelmed at the moment." Sam smiled up to Optimus, "I think… I just need to adjust for the next few decacycles." Sam smiled up at him then to his people, he saw the worry in each of his people's optics.

"I will be fine… The time it took me to online is… inadequate for me to familiarize with my more… complex systems." Sam stated while stabilizing himself on his own pedes, to show that physically, he was fine. His hand though held onto, the matrix at Optimus's side. It grounded his more… errant… powers. He knew that if he didn't ground himself, a lot of the human appliances up ground would be… running around as baby bots. Speaking of…

"Optimus, I need to rest up a bit more for my convalescence, but I need to speak with General Marshower and Secretary Kelly." He took a cursory glance at his trinemates, wondering not for the first time, why they ever gave him a chance… Why they put all their hopes in him. Optimus, sensing Sam's doubts, put a calming servo on Sam's servo joint and used his hands to gently pull Sam's wandering sight to him. "Take the time you need, this is too much even for Cybertronians." A smile and a nod, for one last time, everyone in the hall had their engines rumble in high praise. Things were looking up. Finally, home and family was in servo reach.

The medics ushered the newly awakened Cybertonians to their new but temporary rooms, except for Will who already shares his with Ironhide. Intended or not, they were not bonded, so Sam and Mikaela had to share their quarters with Ratchet and Red Cross as a family unit; much the same with Annabelle staying with Will and Ironhide. Sam was ushered to sit on a recharging berth specially made for his bulk and size. Mikaela was with Red Cross, conversing quietly through their comm units. Ratchet was fussing over his private tools in their room, waiting for the good General Marshower and Secretary Keller to come in for the requested visit. Sam had his optics offline though sparks tended to go off of his form every now and then but was absorbed by the miniaturized version of the matrix on his servo. Optimus had lent to his intended the Matrix as it was the only thing that was semi-capable of calming the chaotic energy that was bouncing off of Sam. Apparently, while they rested, the AllSpark energy in Sam was also dormant but it had built up to a great amount.

Thing were almost quiet in the room except for Ratchet fixing up the place and the sparks they could hear from Sam. A sudden loud spark surprised the small family unit as they heard a painful gasps from Sam. Mikaela practically flung herself to her spark-sibling in worry; she sat on his upper-pedes staring at his bright optics, optics glowing in pain. "Sam? Are you alright?" Mikaela asked, worried. She knew that some things will get some getting used to, but she doesn't care. Her brother is in pain and she didn't like it. Ratchet sat next to Sam and carefully laid an open servo on Sam's shoulder, "What's happening? Is there anything we can do?" Ratchet was, to coin a human term, bent out of shape. In all his medical and mechanical knowledge, there was nothing in his databases that could alleviate the pain his son is experiencing. Red Cross sat at the other side of her son and strokes her servos over her children's helm. "Is there anything that we can do to help, Sam?"

Sam cycled his vents like a sigh and leant his head to his surrogate Cybertronian father. "I've already stabilized the AllSpark energy in me… but I'm getting negative feedback and it's becoming more and more painful…. As a human, I didn't need to deal with this because my human body was jacked up with painkillers and the fact that I didn't do anything enough to build up this much energy… It's like… I've drunk too much high grade Energon, which I understand is like human alcohol…"

Mikaela startled from her spot on his lap and looked up at him with bright optics in amusement. "In short, you have a hang-over." She said in a matter of fact voice. Sam could only cycle his vents in sigh not wanting to confirm. Mikaela knew her brother though, and she laughed good-naturedly at her brother. But she remembered what happened a few months before and she looked to her mother with a smile. "Mom, can you please sing; the one that AllSpark Guardians learn to sing to the AllSpark after every sparking? I've not learned it yet, so I can't do it. Will and I will learn it but Sam needs you to sing it for him right now." Sam looked at his sister in surprise, surprised that she even remembered that time. Red Cross understood her sparkling's request and nodded her consent, she started the tune that carried the essence of time and life so that her son would be soothed from the pain he was experiencing as the AllSpark.

As she sang, she saw tendrils of dark energy leave her son as smoke. She remembered seeing this negative energy come-off of the AllSpark all those vorns ago. It had hurt her seeing that the AllSpark had to endure such dark energy to give life to others like her. She vowed to become an AllSpark Guardian then, so that she can soothe the AllSpark whenever it needed. But the war happened and the AllSpark was launched into space, she almost forgot the song but she didn't and now she sings it for her surrogate son. Oh how it pains her spark that her son has to suffer such pain… She always thought that the AllSpark was uncomfortable having the negative feedback in it. But, she was always told that the AllSpark never felt anything. But now, she can see. Her surrogate son is suffering from it. All she wanted to do was to keep her son away from others but she knew he had his duty, as they all have their own.

Sam was smiling by the end of the song and cuddling his sister and resting his body to his father, who surprisingly could hold up his weight. Considering that Sam's body was more of Optimus's and Megatron's size, this surprised him. But Sam didn't care, it just meant that his surrogate father can and will take care of him, even when he's already bonded. They stayed like that for a while more.

A ping was sent to the inside their quarters requesting entry, Red Cross stood in front of her sparklings and Ratchet opened the door, he saw the human General and Secretary of Defense with Optimus and Bumblebee behind them. Ratchet gave the intended of his sparklings a literal red-hot optic glare. They stayed their distance from the door and didn't speak up. Ratchet nodded and looked down to the two humans.

"General Morshower, Secretary Keller, thank you for your timely agreement to this meeting, Sam would like to talk to you both." Ratchet said has he lowered his servors for the two humans to climb into and sit so that they could be lowered to the berth to stand near Sam. He looked at the suitors of his sparklings and gave another glare before closing his quarter doors. The two humans chuckled at what was happening. Ratchet looked down to the two humans that he just set on Sam's berth, faceplates arranged as if he was raising an eyebrow. The two humans just chuckled some more. "Don't' mind us old fogies Ratchet, you just remind us how human fathers would treat the suitors of their daughter's." At the word daughters the two humans gave Sam a meaningful glance. Sam's optics had a pink hue for embarrassment at the implied words. Sam just muttered, "I'm not a femme."

Mikaela just laughed delightedly from her perch on her brother's lap and jokingly nudged him. "Looks like I actually have a sister not a brother then?" Sam pouted and pushed off his sister who just stood on the ground grinning up her brother. She turned to face the two humans and extended her servo to him. "Thank you for accepting this change. I know it must have been difficult to keep up with all this." Secretary Keller just took her servo in both hands. "I just almost wish that you weren't dragged into this war like you had been. It would have been wonderful that you met Bumblebee under different circumstances." The Secretary of Defense smiled sadly. Mikaela just smiled brightly, "I wouldn't change the things that happened for the world."

Sam smiled, "I agree. I wouldn't change all of this for the world." He also held out a slightly bigger servo to General Morshower, who took both his hands and shook one big finger of Sam. "Indeed." The general agreed.

Sam turned serious and cycled his vents to get their attention. "Secretary Keller, General Morshower I'm afraid I have grave news. The Decepticon threat is gone but it seems as though Earth will attract more danger from now on." And Sam continued his debrief to the two most important humans on base. He hopes that whatever is coming, it would not take more than it has already stolen. For his people have asked too much of the denizens of Earth.

Again I'm so sorry for being a lazy writer. I'll try harder ok? Things have evened out now at work, I can probably start writing again.

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