Saving You Summary: With the deceptions all gone, the Autobots took it into their hands to save the human world that they now are now residing on. Trouble is, the Autobots believe that they’re saving humanity from themselves. Dark fic. ’07verse.

Rating: Teen.

Disclaimer: If only, if only, the plot bunny sings.

Chapter 1: Actions of a Few

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i know a place where land is free

where love is lost and owed to thee

it has a plain where you can lay your head

but be warned, you are ruled by the dead

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Bumblebee wasn’t sure when these thoughts started taking root in the Autobots’ minds. He wasn’t sure when those thoughts had become entrenched in his CPU either, but if it had to be pinpointed to any one event it’d have to be the death of Mikalea. The Camaro blamed himself. After all, it had been his duty to pick her up after work. He had only been ten minutes late! Ten minutes and the world had changed forever. For the better or for the worse… it matters the observer now doesn’t it?

Her breath wheezed and pitched in fear as her high shoes clicked loudly on the concrete. This wasn’t happening! It wasn’t real. This type of thing happened to other people… not her! Suddenly, one of the straps on Mikaela’s shoes gave way to the stress and she tripped, slamming her bare shoulder against the cold, hard cement of the alley as she went down. Her eyes danced around in a panic… wasn’t anyone going to save her? Wasn’t Sam going to mysteriously pop around the corner with ‘Bee’s engine ragingand whisk her away like some knight on a valiant steed? For every Decepticon that had rained its bullets onto the Earth someone had managed to save her from their crushing blows. Yet, she was going to be harmed by something as fragile and disgusting as a deranged man.

“BEE! SAM!”

“No one can hear you beautiful… no one but me,” coolly replied a soft, cruising figure as he was birth from the shadows of the alley. He stood there a moment, his eyes wandering over her, settling on her skirt. He cocked his head, a smile spreading to his lips.

He never found the foul beast that had left her cool corpse there like a once ripe fruit left to rot on the ground. He had transformed and just stood there, his optics bright, taking in every detail. He remember the position of her body, every bruise, the way her cloths had been ripped and filthied, the way her blood pooled downward into the nearby storm drain, and her gaze. That white misty gaze at him.

It was then that Bumblebee decided that the kind and cruel would never be mixed again. He would not watch his new home become like Cybertron.

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Far from the nightmares that were the way of a man’s owned world, there was a boy who had made a decision. It was a seemingly adventurous decision more than a world changing judgment when he had made the choice: the choice to get into the car. There had been two towering metal gods fighting over him for his knowledge of a pair of glasses, and the sun colored mech had crushed the black mech: the sun conquering the dark… or so it had seemed. Yet, it always appears that the world’s cruelest deeds are made within the promises of light then in the shadows of the darkness.

And so he remained oblivious of the rapidly approaching consequences of his actions. Maybe he had thought that the consequences had come to pass, just a few bruises and some pit-hell nightmares about being chased by a being called Megatron. He thought all he had to worry about nowadays was being accidentally stepped on by the giant visitors known as Autobots, and some rather unsettling questions from time to time.

“Sam,” said Hound, Trailbreaker at his side as the two transformers stood over the human who remained reclined in a lawn chair. “I still don’t understand. If companies know they are the source of the pollution that is damaging the planet’s natural environment, why don’t they improve themselves? They do realize, being part of the planet’s food chain, that anything which affects the environment will affect them and their offspring as well, correct?”

The human sat there for a minute. Why did the Autobots always ask him all the hard questions? True, he practically lived on the base, but what made them think he could answer them correctly? Most of the questions they asked were purely opinionated so they merely seeing the world through his point of view Ugh, he hoped that he wasn’t being too pessimistic about his answers… he wouldn’t want to give them the wrong idea of how the world was.

“Well,” said Sam, partially wanting nothing more than to find a way to distract them and find a place to hide from the potential minefield. “I guess… having such short lives… some people don’t care about future generations… money’s all that matters.”

“So,” said a blue mech that had suddenly entered the conversation, his voice kind of nasally, “Material items hold more importance than the passing on of their genes?”

“W-what? Um, I don’t know. Who are you?” said Sam, noting that some of the other mini-bots had entered the scene along with this blue mech. Primus, where was everyone coming from? He thought he was just going to answer a simple question, but this looked like it was about to turn into a group debate. Great, bored Autobots could drag out a conversation for hours … there went his peace and quiet.

“Samuel Witwicky,” said the mech called Beachcomber, eyeing the human with almost a frightening curiosity. “W-what do you mean you don’t know-know?”

“Uhhhhhhhhh,” the human dragged out the word. he knew such questions should be answered carefully, as he did not want to give the mech the wrong conclusion, but how was he supposed to reply to something like that?

“Perhaps some males know that their genes shouldn’t survive and set themselves up for destruction. It may, also, explain why some males beat their femmes as well; they wish to destroy the pregnancy so there will be no sparklings. This may also explain why wars have come and been; a wish to destroy the younger male generation,” said a red mech.

“What?” said Sam, starting to feel suffocated; where was Maggie when you needed her?

“Then what of femme-creators?” said another short mech, a little larger than Sam himself and rather bulky.

“Postpartum depression, abortion and abandonment are the femmes’ main resources of gene destruction unlike the outright violence of the males. If that theory is correct, I’d hate to know how the femmes will react if America passes that nation-wide abortion band. I can’t help but wonder if the femmes will start destroying the environment as well to try and destroy bad offspring, or will murder and abandonment become more common instead?” said another mech, a rather large fellow who was white and carrying wings upon his back much like a jet but not exactly.

“What!” squeaked the human, not liking where the mechs were going with this conversation. He knew he had to be cautious with how the mechs looked at humanity, but how was he supposed to debunk a theory like that? “I don’t think…”

“I think murders and postpartum depression will increase more than abandonment. A femme seems to be more in tune with nature. Surely femmes know the dangers of overpopulation. Some species know when to decrease breeding, especially if they can’t eat or kill the offspring, which is might be why same-sex couples have increased as well. Some beings have decreased the urge to find a partner of the opposite gender in order to prevent the possibility of having any possible offspring.”

“Uhhh, no, I don’t think…” Sam started but was cut off again. This was heading in a bad sort of direction.

“If that’s so, why do they oppose same-sex couples and abortions when it is a natural reaction to their environment?” said a mech who, Sam thought was Grappler, but he wasn’t sure. The number of Autobots arriving after Optimus’s call was phenomenal, and he couldn’t hope to remember all their names. In fact, there were probably enough to populate a city of their own, which was why bases were starting to be set up all over the world.

“G-guys,” said Sam as he stood up, not liking where this conversation was going. “I don’t think…”

“Fear, greed, power struggles, and religion are what I speculate to be the main reasons,” said the white mech again, his wings perking up slightly.

Another mech shook his head, “Yes, the human religions are strange. Buddhism is interesting, but I find Primus far more logical than any of their idols. At least there is proof of his existence: the Allspark and Matrix.”

“Yes, there are so many, but you just hit the top four political distractions: abortion, religion, same-sex marriages, and war. Those subjects are distractions that politicians use,” said a red and white mech with a rather interesting helm that looked almost like a glass crown.

“What are you talking about, youngling,” said an old green mech as he came forward and patted the mech’s shoulder, revealing the red and white mech to be younger than Sam had thought him to be.

“Well, to distract people from important issues, politicians bring up one of these for topics,” said the red mech, giving Kup a nod before he returned to the debate in all the mechs cases.

“Red Alert, that sounds like a conspiracy theory. Stop thinking about humanity’s self destruction before you…”

“Guys!” cried Sam as he jumped up and down, waving his arms to get the taller beings’ attention. “Stop, I don’t need you debating the shortcomings of the human race in front of me, okay? We’ll fix our own problems.”

Virtually everyone looked doubtful, but most nodded –if reluctantly- and broke off into smaller groups to discuss the new information. The human hadn’t voiced his concerns out loud, but it had been bothering Sam lately. Ever since the Deceptions had fled Earth, the Autobots had seemed more vocal about wanting to influence the human race, to help make the planet better. It was a nice gesture, and he appreciated the thought, but lately he felt ... worried. He was slowly starting to feel small and controlled. It was like he wasn’t an equal anymore. He wasn’t even allowed to drive a normal car these days, as the Autobots had declared that it was too dangerous. A weak – to him anyway – excuse that seemed to come up a great deal of late. Like he said, suffocating.

Speaking of the living transport, here came his number one nursemaid just in time to rescue him from another boring conversation about politics, “Hey Bee. Where’s Mika?”

The pained whine and coolant dripping from the young mech’s optics immediately put the young man on alert, especially when Optimus and Prowl came up behind the scout, Optimus putting a hand on the youngling’s shoulder saying something in Cybertronain.

Sam’s shoulder’s tightened. If both Optimus and Prowl had come with him… something was wrong. Had Mikaela been kidnapped? Had Bee been in an accident? He didn’t see any dents.

“Bee,” said Sam, his voice squeaking, “Where’s Mikaela? What’s wrong?”

“Go on … tell him, youngling,” said Prowl, his usual cold tone unchanged by the circumstances.

“Bee?” said Sam, panic rising in his chest.

His guardian looked him in the eye, his voice shaking, “I’m sorry, Sam. I couldn’t protect her.”

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“I’m sorry, Sam. I couldn’t protect her.”

Sam couldn't help hearing the words over and over again in his mind as he raced out of the Autobots' base, hopping into the idling jeep and ignoring various mechs’ protests. Slamming his foot down on the accelerator, he tore out of there like a man on his last mission. His mind was too overcome with grief to listen to the calls after him though, and he pressed the gas pedal a little harder. He swore; if he hadn't asked Bumblebee what had happened to his girlfriend, he wouldn't have received and answer and would have been spared this pain. A detached part of himself knew he wasn't thinking straight, but it was ignored in his anger and grief.

Perhaps that was why he was now in his jeep racing away from his Guardian, racing away from the grasping, black fingers; racing away from the truth; racing towards death. He had had the ring on layaway. One more payment and it would have been his. He even had a nice little place picked out for the two of them to live in until they could get a proper home. Sam knew he could never love again; she was the one despite all her oddities. She was the one and only.

“Sam! Come back!” cried Bumblebee as he transformed so he could catch up to his charge. He did not understand why the youth was running. Weren’t humans supposed to seek out others when they were distressed? It didn’t really matter, anyway. He would follow his charge, especially with his erratic behavior. He could kill himself.

Oh no…

Bumblebee suddenly slammed on the accelerator, his mind finally understanding as stories like Romeo and Juliet echoed in his CPU. No. No. NO! Why did humans do this! Why did they commit murders? Why do they commit rape? Why do they commit of suicide? It was just so illogical. Something had to be done for the humans, and for Sam. But first he had to catch…

The thought was never completed. There was a squeal of tires, the lights of the jeep going over one of the cliffs and a resounding crash shortly thereafter. Bumblebee could only slam on his breaks, his engine idling for a moment as he remained frozen there. Then, with what must have been an extreme amount of effort for the scout, Bumblebee stated in a melancholy tune, “Sam?”

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Paw07: I plan on having this sucker cut into three chapters so no, that is not the end. A dark fic, like it says. I know a few of you may think that’s not possible but remember … some of the darkest things are promised in the light. The point being behind this story is that the road to hell is paved in good intensions. Review if you wish for me to continue; constructive criticism welcomed. Also, this is another option on my poll.

Edit: Proofread by Mifuyuu.