Igniting the Fuse (Transformers)

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And I thought to myself...I love Transformers and couldn't wait to mess with their world.

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Sam Witwicky had never felt such guilt in his life.

The scent of alcohol and bleach invaded his nose, but he barely registered the smell as he sat with his face in his hands. The warmth of his breath was creating a bio-dome in his hands. It could sprout life but he wouldn't care. He had been waiting for this moment. The months were filled with tense silence and awkwardness; it would finally end. His relationship with Mikaela had been rocky at best; both were unable to express their true emotions with the constant Decepticon attacks. They hadn't time to truly focus upon their relationship and hadn't spent enough time together to realize they didn't hold anything special.

Sam had wanted a girlfriend to elevate him from his high school status as loser; Mikaela wanted a man that didn't treat her like trash. They had tried to make it work, but the arrival of college had driven a wedge between them. He supposed it was bound to happen. A year of living apart had driven the wedge deeper. It was time to split, but neither had wanted to say anything. The web-cam conversations had only grown more awkward as days passed and their visits were physical at best. It wasn't the healthiest relationship.

One of them should've said something. If one of them had, then he wouldn't be here. He wouldn't be here waiting for…this situation to end.

'All this time,' Sam bitterly thought with a scowl.

He had honestly tried to make it work, especially once he realized that a simple split wasn't possible. They were linked together in ways that could never be undone. Sam pinched his nose and exhaled. The pressure was building in his head and he felt as if it would blow. He smirked. That might be better than what he was about to face. Sliding his hands down his face, he peered over the edges of his fingers as he wondered when this tension would cease. The thought of constant trouble clenched his heart.

'What does she want?' Sam irately thought.

It was awkward to speak of splitting when they were both screwed. His eyebrows knit together; he still had college to deal with. There wouldn't be time to handle something this time-consuming. Yet, he feared Mikaela wouldn't want him around in this life. He deeply exhaled and slammed his eyes shut. This had to be a dream, some type of horrible night terror. It wasn't that and he knew it.

"You look like ah 'Con jus' stuck somethin' up ya' rear thrusters."

Sam's eyes snapped open and he looked left—right and focused on the small mech leaning against one of the waiting room seats. He couldn't call the bot a 'Con since he had technically switched sides, claimed life as a 'Con wasn't really living. Sam still found the mech annoying, but tolerated him because he had nowhere to go. The government didn't exactly need a midget mech. He guessed it didn't matter that Wheelie was an advanced life form.

"Now is not the time," Sam muttered as he shot the mech a glare.

Wheelie's optics lifted in surprise and drooped in a manner that told Sam he didn't care; whenever he spoke, it was the time. He grinned as he shifted to stand upon his wheeled feet and stated, "I thought humans were supposed to be excited at moments like these."

Sam scowled as he let his hands fall to his knees. Moments like these were supposed to special. There should've been parties and all that other grand stuff. Sam felt swindled and he was bit pissed about that—he wanted to be throwing parties and celebrating. Screw Mikaela and his insecurities; he wanted to celebrate.