The Sound of Silence [Transformers Fanfic]

...But You Don't Feel Any Better

“Why would you proceed with the procedure? It is much too risky at this stage!”

“I apologize, sir, but –!”

“You are lucky that it hadn’t affected him too much or that he’d died from it. The only thing we can be sure of now is that whatever it is keeping him from death had made sure he’s still alive and relatively unharmed and unchanged. Make sure to at least make sure to get the most out of your sample, with all the trouble you went through to get it.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but we have news, sir. The specimen’s samples have so far exhibited one common thing –constant regeneration. If we study on this more, it is possible we could learn how to extend life or even eventually eternal life.”

“Proceed with the studies.”

Sam groggily rubbed at his eyes, trying to pay attention in class. It was a bore and he was already missing the others and doing the work he’d become accustomed to. Compared to that, school just seemed boring and nonsensical to him.

He moved slightly and winced, feeling his stomach area clench in pain. It’s been happening since he’d left the base and he figured that he must’ve hurt it somehow, bruised his ribs or something.

“Hey, you alright, man?” Leo asked him in concern.

He threw a grin at his roommate and shrugged. “Bruised my ribs or something. And bored. Is it me or are these classes becoming easier?”

Leo rolled his eyes. “Says you with the alien brain.”

“I had alien shit in my brain. My brain isn’t alien.”

“So you say.”

Ignoring that, Sam changed the subject. “What are you planning to do this weekend?”

“Dunno, but it looks like you have plans,” Leo pointed out confusingly.

Sam frowned and looked to where Leo had been staring out, blinking to see Dylan there almost like déjà vu.

“See ya, man. Have fun this weekend,” Leo clapped his back good-naturedly before leaving him behind, and he jogged towards the waiting man.

“Hey there. What are you doing here, Dylan? I just got back from my break, so I shouldn’t be going on another so quickly, right?”

Dylan waved a hand dismissively. “Who says that the only breaks you get to have is for break? I was going to kidnap you for the weekend.”

Looking at the dark-haired man in amusement, he waited for an elaboration.

“You remember that girl? I snagged her for that job,” Dylan grinned smugly.

“What girl?” Sam furrowed his eyebrows.

Dylan looked at him disbelief. “Seriously, Sam? The girl you’ve been mooning over and texting non-stop since –you know, Carly?”

Sam lightly blushed, shrugging. “Wait…you managed to get snag her? Seriously? From the British Embassy? And she chose to work for you instead?”

“Hey, don’t sound so surprised,” Dylan actually pouted. “I just told her working with aliens is boring stuff. Come work for me. Or something like that. Anyways, she actually accepted. I invited her to come to a race meet on Saturday, which we’re going to.”

Sam frowned. “Wait, why’d you invite her?” he asked in suspicion, feeling the stirrings of jealousy and a bit of resignation.

Of course the two would hook up together. They were both good looking people and look way better together, than hanging around a dweeb like him. After all, she was just plain gorgeous and what was Dylan doing hanging around a loser like him –wait a sec, who the hell was he jealous of anyway?