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Sam coughed out dust and small debris. Only the pain of solid metal pressing into his chest assured him that he hadn't accidentally dropped the AllSpark when Starscream shot the chopper down just as he was trying to board it. Groaning, Sam slowly got to his feet. He tried to look for an alternative route. A way to get off this death trap. But the dust caused by the explosion was only just beginning to settle. The only things he could see were his immediate surroundings, and an explosion of wood and concrete as the stairway he used to get to the roof was destroyed.
Red optics fixed on him as their owner rose from the depths of the building like one might rise from the depths of hell.
"Clever insect," he growled, almost purred when he saw how cornered Sam was. He held his huge hand out in Sam's direction. "It is over. Give me the cube."
Pressing himself up against the half wall at the edge of the roof, Sam dared to look down for just a moment. And regretted it immediately as he had to swallow down bile. He clung to the cube a little tighter as he turned back to Megatron. "No, I won't do it-"
Megatron cut him off with a chuckle. "I admire your armor."
While his optics barely moved, Sam could tell that they were running up and down his body. He wondered if Megatron was scanning him. Then again, Ratchet's scan had been very noticeable. Whatever Megatron was doing, Sam just wanted him to stop looking at him like that. Like he was a starving man, and Sam a buffet spread out just for him.
"Bold words from such a tiny, fragile organism. Words are praiseworthy." He grinned. A gesture that highlighted just how sharp his teeth were. "Metal is better." He said rather pointedly as he shifted slightly. His own armor gleamed in the sunlight, even after all these years of being frozen. The hand, still held out to Sam, beckoned him closer. "The cube. Now."
Sam pressed himself against the wall even further. Far enough that parts of his upper body and head only had air beneath them. Out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted what might be a fire escape through the settling dust. All but digging his fingers into the cube, Sam spoke the words that might be his last. "I. Am. Never. Giving it to you."
But before he had the chance to make a run for it, Megatron leashed out. The wall behind Sam crumbled beneath Megatron's fingers. It fell over the edge, and Sam along with it. He barely had enough time to scream before his fall was stopped just as abruptly as it had started. Two of Megatron's fingers held on to the AllSpark as he pulled both it and Sam back on to the roof.
The AllSpark had other ideas.
It was finally in direct contact with a Cybertronian that had the intent to create once more. Not like the one earlier, who had only spoken of protection and safety. And so, it did what it did best: it created.
It concentrated on the nearest thing made out of metal other than the Cybertronian. The little human that had held it for a while now. The little human who was made out of so many metals. Who had metal running through his veins, just as the Cybertronians had energon running through their lines, and yet only had so little metal in his body.
It used its own metal to compensate for the organic matter it ripped from the human as it built him a fitting frame. Used its own storage to convert the human's brain into a fully functional processor that still retained his memories. Converted energy that mere mortals, no matter what species, would never be able to truly capture into a spark.
Satisfied with its first real creation in far too long, the AllSpark went dormant in the body it now shared with the human - with Sam. It was a body that would be able to create much more efficiently than its old, stationary form. It waited patiently for the Cybertronian's reaction.
Megatron flexed his now empty hand as he looked down at the newly created Cybertronian laying on the roof. Red optics met another pair of red optics. Because that had been his intent: many, many Cybertronians with red optics like his own. And among that intent, this boy-
"This was not supposed to happen," Megatron trailed off as he carefully moved Sam's helm around with a single servo. He took in every detail, even used his other hand to slide over Sam's new frame in an appreciative caress. His leering optics not far behind his wandering servo.
It made Sam wish to rip himself away from the mech, but found out quickly that he was unable to control this new body. He was made aware of unfinished synchronizing processes. As well as the fact that he should be appreciating the touch of a mech that had been so desired back on Cybertron, despite his caste. He tried to delete whatever was the origin of that particular thought. Only to be met with an error message that the AllSpark could not be deleted.
He wished that he could summon the bile he had swallowed down before. That he could cry out all the stress and helplessness he felt. But he remained as still and silent as he had been since he was turned. Trapped in his own body that wasn't really his anymore.
"But I was right." Megatron chuckled as he picked up Sam, calling for his troops to cover him as he took care of his precious cargo. "Metal is better. Especially on you."