Transformers Revenge of The Fallen: Descendant's Fortune

Chapter 26.

As I ducked and peeked into the shallow bit of the tomb, I waved my flashlight around it's incredible cavern, granted, the sight was just a heartbreaking as it was interesting.
From what I could see with the limited light, metal pieces and limbs were stretched or scattered around the area, covered in cobwebs, dust, and rust all together. The unique bodies and faces, belonging to them, were frozen with time as they had so deeply encased themselves within and around each other. Jetfire really wasn't joking when he said the Primes made a tomb with their bodies. They've become their own grave. Sacrificed their lives to only trap themselves to death over one important and powerful relic.
My thoughts bounced around as I pressed forward. Everyone was doing the same and no one said a word so far. Rightfully so, it felt respectful to be quiet, I had a sense as of to not disturb what was left of the peace that needed to remain. We were trespassing on sacred remains. Everyone and I, walked in further and I had the curious urge to count the Primes as I go.
One...
Three...
Five...
Ten...
Twelve.
Yup, the exact number the Seeker had said, minus The Fallen.

"Wow. They're who Jetfire told us about." Sam had then said aloud.
So much for peace.
"Tomb of the Primes." I quietly added in the same amount of awe.
I examined the frozen metal faces and what should've been terrifying, or creepy, or at least unnerving, but that feeling never occurred to me. If anything I could tell through the hollowed expressions there was pain and sorrow, betrayal, and traces of struggle that these powerful leaders felt before their death. Most times it would be hard to tell how a person feels by expression alone, but I could somehow sense it through the air, as if the room's small amount of wind were whispering their tales to me. Tales born from despair, but longed for hope and guarding all life and what's precious to it.
Why is this all so familiar? Why are they so familiar? What am I saying? Why would any of this be familiar?
I shook it off and jogged up carefully next to Sam. He glanced at me and gave a small nod and grin, his eyes glistened at what I believed was slight eagerness and excitement. Just this once, I could agree on that feeling. No sooner said than done, we all stumbled upon a bigger clearing with a small trace of sunlight peering down into a palm of metal and a smaller significant object glistening upon it.
"The Matrix." I gasped.
Sam quickly dove down on his knees and picked it up carefully. We all held our breath and admired it in awe. My heart pounded with excitement as I was ready to get out of here and move on to the next step.
Revive Optimus.
Stop the war.
Go home.

The shiny trinket sparkled and shined as Sam rose it higher to examine. The image of such a valuable item shattered and thousands of particles left the object as it unexpectedly turned to crystalized dust.
No...

"No." Sam had vocalized my exact thoughts.

My eyes lock on him as I watch his face twist from shock, to disbelief, and then distress. He dropped to his hands and knees and began running his fingers through the metallic dust, tears and sobs escaped from him this time. Everyone was still and hushed as we could only be helpless to the unforeseen situation.
I, for one, felt a twinge in the back of my mind as I watched Sam. Watching the way he moved, the way he cried, and the way he lost all his hope all at once. The way he seemed so vulnerable and pitiful, like a small child. A small child who understood what it was like to lose everything that had been handed to them over the course of time. Things that were received and taken for granted when they never deserved it.
While as much as one way try, you could only hold unto something that was never truly yours and if you didn't learn to be grateful and cherish it enough, everything you hardly worked for would turn to dust before your eyes ever blink on it again.
For the first time, I was seeing myself and my pathetic actions through someone else and I hated such a sight. Hating being reminded of the worm I am that the Autobots dug out of that alleyway. The worm I'd always believed my mother made me, when in reality, I was a snake. A snake on my own will because I refused to believe anything different. The only difference I wanted now, was to stop the woe and the crying, and feeling sorry for every little thing. Feeling sorry wasn't going to stop this war. Sitting here and feeling sorry isn't going to bring Optimus back and I had to remind someone that, not just myself.
"Get up, Sam." I stood over him as the boy groveled around my boots in the dust, he was too lost in hysteria to listen.
"Sam." I said again and slowly crouched down to his level.
Sam was hyperventilating and mumbling something under his breath.

"What?" I asked sternly. "What was that?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. This can't...this can't be how it ends." He sobbed softly. The words he said earlier in hope returned to despair. Sam finally stopped shuffling around and only paused to look up at me in the eyes. "Kia, I'm so sorry. I failed. I failed you, again. It's all over because of me."

His green eyes trembled and the waterworks made them look hazy and red. I felt that twinge again and closed my eyes, sighing and shaking my head.
"No, Sam, stop feeling sorry. You didn't fail me, or anyone, you're only failing yourself." I sat upon my knees and faced him.
"Look, I've gone against everything I believed, and known, to end up this far with you. Ended up this far to at least call you an ally until this all blows over, but, hoping we'll ever reach that end sooner isn't going to make it happen. I want you to stop feeling sorry, for there is nothing to be sorry for. This story isn't over, we still have a job to do and it's a job we're going to get done. We're this far, that we can't start back at the beginning, but we can start again right here and change how this ends."
On that notion, we could all hear loud rumbling of aircraft engines outside the temple. I recognized the sounds of military airplanes and I gave a small smile to Sam.
Major understood my message. Perfect.
"It's the U.S Airforce!" Simmons then shouted crazily and ran out of the tomb, cheering and yelling.
"Right on time." I said calmly and faced Sam, who could only stare at me in awe after my little speech. No words could find him and he only blinked blankly.
"But, Kia, we still can't bring Optimus back. It's all gone." Mikaela said quietly beside us, sounding disheartened.
"That's what I would've thought, but that's the naive and unfocused me." I smiled shortly again.
"No. Kia's right, babe, I'm mean look around us. Everything we went through for no reason, just to have it end like this? Can't be possible. There is a reason, there has to be, and if Kia wants to pick up where we left off and continue. Then, I'll follow her to that call. I said I would follow her."

He turns to me, the inspiration glistening in his eyes. "So, what's your call, Kia? I'm looking to you now, kid."

I couldn't help but give another tiny smile and I dropped it to focus on the next move. I stared at the dust for a second and my brain hatched an idea. I carefully took off my boots and set them to the side and then took off both of my socks, and put my boots back on. I decided to wrap one sock into another, to layer the cotton, and bent down to gently scoop as much of the Matrix dust as I could. Sam caught to my idea and quickly decided to help out.
I let him.
"Everyone's going to be after you." I informed him blankly as I collected some more.
"I know." Sam muttered. "However, I know this is going to work. This has to. I believe in you. I trust you."
I gave another small smile, scrubbed off my hands after I finished, helped tie my socks into a giant knot, and handed the bundle back to Sam.
"Then, I trust you enough to do your part. Bee and I will be beside you. I'll guard you every step of the way, just like I promised."
Sam finally smiles again and gave a small nod, Mikaela sighed out loud, and I nod in her direction too. "I'll protect you both. For the Autobots. For Optimus."
"For the world." Sam added.
"Maybe, I'm not there, yet, but it is my home, too." I gave a half-hearted laugh. "Come on, let's go meet up with the others outside."