Sam's rebirth titles a WIP XD

Sam walked wearily into his room; everything has already been rebuilt, placed back as if no tiny raging Decepticons had destroyed it.

The nine-teen year old boy looked round the place, all appeared to be the same but they were just replacements no meaning, no sentimental value even his D-day hoodie which was sprawled the computer desk.

But Witwicky’s mind wasn’t focused on things as plain as material belongings, not them but the image of Prime’s last words and brilliant blue eyes that’d faded out flickering into nothingness with cold hollow silver staring back.

Optimus’s death had been caused because of him, continuously worrying where he had been, fuck if Sam was Bee he’d of had a mental but that was what made them higher beings, their ability to keep one’s mind in dire situations worse than any human could truly handle.BBB had tried to explain as best as possible through his radio that it hadn’t been Sam’s fault, still it didn’t change that it felt that if he weren’t the fragile flesh bag he was then Prime would’ve most likely survived.

Sam’s fists had grown so tense that their knuckles were now white, anger raged inside him as he shoulted lividly inside his head

YOU’RE NOT WORTH DYING FOR! NOT LIKE THAT, SO MANY PEOPLE DIE EVERYDAY WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE OF ANOTHER DYING, MY DEATH WOULD CAUSE NO EFFECT TO ANYTHING NO WORLD CATASTROPHY OR APOCALYPSE, WITH OUT YOU PRIME THE EARTH GOES TO HELL.

Fingers clasped tightly in his hair all Sam wanted to do was scream and scream, but both parents were sleeping just down the hall, living in this weak form had now become a life’s prison sentence, what in hells name could he do against Megatron or Starscream, other would always be risking their lives for him leaving themselves vulnerable, Sam couldn’t have this happen again meaning it left only one solution.

Dumping a tattered cloth bag which had been hung round his shoulder onto the computer desk, it made a slight metal clunking sound as it was holding the recovered Matrix, slipping off his coat and putting on the replacement D-day hoddie , Sam noted how its burns and tears were an exact replica of his original one, as Witwicky slid in the right arm he hissed in pain as something stung him.
A dark patch  started to bleed into the material, fishing out what had caused the injury, he quickly looked away, pausing Sam thought now at this time, what was going to happen it no longer mattered, the silver shard was longer and much thinner than the last piece he’d discovered.
Its surface only shimmered and nothing more, it seemed almost inviting to stare for an eternity like one could at the stars.

Something about the shard’s light cleared his mind of all fog and confusion.
Sam couldn’t risk having Prime die because of him; he felt something much, much deeper than friendship, what should’ve been felt for Mikaela apparently has transferred over to the Autobot leader, this only caused Witwicky’s heart to sink further, what would he ever have to offer someone such as Optimus.
Clasping the cubes shard tightly in his hand, blood dripped from the pale skin which made slight patting noises as it came in contact with the wooden floor.

“I won’t let him die because of me, not again.”

Still holding the Cybertronian metal, Sam took out the Matrix, fine hoary lines glistened in the lamp light a soft gentle blue glow came from the heart of this master piece.

Placing the cube fragment into its centre it quivered slightly before the metal melted
into the objects heart.
Sam actually waited for a few seconds to see if anything good or bad would happen-nothing did.
Suddenly an idea came to mind if the MOL was a source of life and power now mixed with a splinter of the cube which created, what if it could change him, Sam knew there was barely a slither of a chance that could happen, if he died trying at least plan A had been completed.

He scrawled on a piece of paper  more for joking purposes Transform and Roll out...I hope.

Lying on his bed, Sam tore apart his already badly burnt and ruined shirt, chest bear, rising up and down fast in fear of what could now happen, no longer thinking upon it, one of the Matrix’s sharp tips plunged deep into Samuels’s heart.
Hands twitched as blood cascaded over his now paling skin, he could feel his heart beating slower around the intruding metal which dissolved into grains pouring and merging within the young boy.
Laughing weakly he spoke

“Operation: Transform Autobot fai-

Sam’s back arched as a brilliant white light escaped his eyes and mouth, something was happening, something so powerful that every Autobot on this planet could feel it.
Prime turned quickly from the Screen of Teletran one, fear rose within his spark as he also realised where this energy was coming from.
“SAM” Optimus shouted fearfully, Transforming he raced for the Witwicky’s home.

Skin, muscle and bones were drawn into the reformed this ancient mystical creation, silent screams only seemed to escape Samuels mouth during this painful process.
Nothing of him was left, as the Matrix hovered for a moment it then smashed through a window and flew in the direction of Optimus, it did not take long for it to reach the Autobot leader, skidding to a halt Prime Transformed and froze as he saw one end of the MOL was covered in crimson liquid.

“Oh Sam what did you do, all that I did all that I sacrificed of myself to keep you safe... wasn’t it obvious why I cared for you boy.”
His head bowed for a moment before the Matrix spoke in a mono toned voice.

“Transition from human form completed.”

A blinding cerulean light made Prime have to shield his optics, when gone the artefact still hovered but now in front of him was another Transformer, one that just looked as Cybertronian as he had before taking on this earth model.
The matrix drew towards this new mechs chest which caused its plating to part automatically, slipping comfortably inside it rested with his spark.

“Wow now this feels weird, but pretty awesome.”

OPTS optics widened as he whispered

“Sam what have you done.”

END OF PT 1....maybe depends if I feel like writing anymore