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Lightning flashed and thunder roared as the night endured on. On the second thunderclap a boy with feathery hair awakened, startled. Samuel Witwicky looked around fearfully before realizing nothing had happened. As he laid his head back down on his sweat soaked pillow, he looked at the clock by his bed and saw it was only 3:00 A.M. He tossed in bed for a few minutes trying to let sleep claim him from the nightmare which was his life. He thought maybe he should call 'Bee, but he decided against it. 'Bee had not picked up a call for over 18 months, neither had any other of the autobots. They were all to busy for their friend. The only one who had visited him was Will, and that was infrequently. It didn't matter whether or not he saved the world or all of humanity. Now that Ratchet had gotten the holoform program running, they started needing him less and less for contacting the higher-ups in the government. Slowly they stopped calling him or including him in anything until eventually he disappeared from their life all together. "But it was not like they noticed," Sam thought bitterly.
Eventually the 23 year old man couldn't stand it. He quickly got up and threw on ripped jeans, a t-shirt, and his favorite black hoodie. After he grabbed his phone he headed to the garage of his new house. After the incident on the moon and his failure of college, he moved back with his parents, but they denied the idea, so he got a job and got a small house on the outskirts of town, since he was so secluded others hardly ever noticed. After he strode into his garage and glared at the beat-up normal car, that was his replacement for 'Bee, he headed out into town, he needed a drink. He hated his new life, he missed the old one, he missed the autobots, he missed 'Bee, but more than ever he missed Optimus and Ratchet. He grown to care about the level-headed leader and the gruff medic. But now they had all forgotten him for over a year. He swore to himself that he would never go back to base. Ever. Even if they begged him!
On his way to the bar it started to rain, heavily. In no time he was soaked to the bone. When eventually he reached the bar, he motioned the waitress and ordered a beer. When she returned with his drink, she also brought a towel to help him dry off. After he thanked her and she left, he guzzled his drink down, not caring it spilled in his beard. All he could think about was how he missed his friends, how he missed them. But why did they not care for him? Had he not been there for them,regardless of circumstance? But he guessed that that did not matter. Even Mikaela had abandoned him, she said she wanted a normal life and she couldn't have that with him. No " Don't worry we can till be friends." just goodbye, forever.
Around a hour later he decided he better head home, because it was late and it was still raining. He paid his tab and left the bar. When he was walking home he was only paying attention to the rain that dripped from his hair to his shoes. He did not notice the shadow of the monster that laid in waiting in the alley he passed. Suddenly a tentacle wrapped around his leg, when he felt it he gasped in fear as another tentacle wrapped around his arms and effectively immobilized him.
"Sssssssssssooo, this issss the insssect that killed lord Megatron!" the figure said.
Before Sam could reply, the creature stepped into the light and that is when Sam saw the decepticon symbol on his chest.
"Damn, i'm going to die!"Sam thought.
Before Sam could defend himself, the creature started to extend claws that were in his tentacles and slowly began to draw them down the soft skin of Sam's face.
"Don't worry this will not hurt a bit!" The creature said with false sympathy.
Sam eyes widened and was about to cry out when another tentacle wrapped around his mouth. Then the other tentacles began to slowly pierce different places in the man's skin. Sam groaned in pain against the tentacle, as he fought to keep conscious he thought that maybe, just maybe the autobots would show up and save him. But the torture continued for what felt like eternity until finally a pair of headlights appeared on the road, the decepticon looked up, dropped Sam and slowly retreated into the shadows and disappeared. Sam prayed that the vehicle would transform into one of his friends but the vehicle just rolled on, unaware of the torture going on. As he lay there bleeding on the sidewalk, he quickly fumbled for his phone, which was somehow not damaged during the entire ordeal. He quickly jabbed in 'Bee number, praying he would answer.
---------( At the autobot base)-------------
For the first time in a few months the autobot had finally had a day off. There was no immediate threat to the earth, or some decepticon trying to pull something. So Optimus suggested a game night for all the Autobots even Ratchet, who was a workaholic, and the soldiers Lennox and Epps. They all felt like something was missing but they all dismissed it without a second thought. It was probably because they were overworked. They were all playing a complex cybertronian holographic game, laughing and joking around. But when 'Bee received a call he did not even bothered checking to see who it was. He was not going to let anything ruin the rare day they had off. So he put it on voicemail and immediately forgot about that and went back to having fun. He vaguely thought about someone who was usually sitting next to him, always, but the person was no longer there. He was about to voice his concern using his newly repaired voice box but decided against it. It was probably nothing.
--------(Back in the alley)-------------
When 'Bee's voicemail answered Sam just froze and let the phone slide from his hand onto the ground as what had just transpired hit Sam in the chest like a ton of bricks. They weren't coming and they did not even pick up. Even when he was here dying. He thought about calling Optimus. He never rejected a call. But in the end he realized that it wouldn't matter. He just lay there until the grief welled up and began to call for help. Maybe someone would here him. After about 5 minutes he gave up. He was going to die. Just as he was about to give in. He saw a pulsing light appear in the corner of the alley. Slowly materializing into existence was.....was.... a Police call box?
" What the heck?" Sam thought.
He picked up his phone and slowly dragged himself over to see what the box was. But at that moment it opened and a man stepped out with his back to Sam. He was a tall man, built like a matchstick ,with fair skin, brown hair that was styled in a faux-hawk, handsome face , a plaid suit, trench coat, and, strangely, converse all-stars. He seemed to have the air of a madman. But then he spoke with a british accent.
"Well, why'd you send me to an alley with all this rubbish." the man said, with a disgusted face.
"Please....Help me!" Sam begged weakly.
The man whirled around to see the bleeding, beaten man. He quickly picked him up, even though the man was built like a matchstick he was very strong it seemed. The man did not say anything before he carried Sam into the call box. Sam was about to say something, but that disappeared when he realized that the inside was bigger than the outside.
"It's----it's bigger on the inside!" Sam gasped.
" Oh, yes, i love it when people say that." the man said with a smile.
Before sam could question him further, he quickly carried him into a nearby room, which was revealed to be a medbay. He quickly put Sam on a bunk and the pulled something out of his pocket that looked like a flashlight. The man flashed the light all over sam, like he was scanning him. He quickly put some ointment and bandages over his wounds.
"There you go. All fixed up." The man said with a smile.
" Thanks, I'm sam by the way. Who are you?"Sam asked.
" Me, Oh my names The Doctor." Said the Doctor.