AN: this is an adaptation of an AU that i read called Fusion. I can't remember who made it, but it was really good. Regardless, this is going to differ from the cannon, certain characters will or won't die, and certain events will play out differently. If you guys want any other autobots/decepticons to make appearances, ask for them, and i will do my best to include them.

"Autobots, roll out!" = normal voice

"Decepticons, retreat!" over the comms

"I got a bad feeling" =telepathy/ Cybertronian

"Shit…" = signing (will be used much more by Bumblebee and OC than others)

Jack always knew he was different… he was faster than the other kids, more durable, smarter, but most of all, much more mature for his age. He just, was better than kids his age… not to mention, he had a… quirk. His chest was metal. His entire torso was comprised of a smooth, shiny silver metal that looked like it was straight out of iron man. He could feel the wires that snaked through his chest, and could see a soft glow from a small opening in the center of his chest, that pulsed like a heartbeat.

"Jack! Greg! Time to get up!" Jack heard his mom call from the kitchen. Jack sighed as he got out of bed, got dressed, and left his room.

As he left his room, he saw the door opposite his open as well. Out stepped a lean, pale teenager with black hair and piercing blue eyes. This teen was Greg Darby, Jack's adopted younger brother. Greg was adopted by the darby's after his parents died in a house fire. Jack's mom, June darby was a close friend of Greg's parents. the reason June decided to adopt greg, was not due to that, however. It was in fact, because Greg had metal as well. Greg had a much smaller chest plate than jack, in fact, it only covered his breast, though it did look alike to Jacks in terms of physical attributes. He also had his entire left arm, made of the same metal. It was smooth, with wires visible at the joint. With small indents that glowed like his chest.

Jack and Greg made their way down to the kitchen table, both giving a form of greeting to their mother.

June smiled as she saw her two sons approach the table. She was really proud of both her sons, as they both were able to overcome the trauma that plagued their-

No, June thought to herself, her kids had overcome, and so would she.

Breakfast was a relatively quiet affair, but that was the norm for the family. Greg couldn't speak, as he had sustained an injury that damaged his vocal chords. Jack was not very social, even around his family, and quite preferred to eat in silence. June was more than happy to indulge her sons.

After breakfast was done, June gathered up the plates and took them over to the kitchen so she could wash them. As she was doing that… Greg and Jack were getting ready for school. They both hated school… Greg hated it because he was always picked on for being mute, and Jack was picked on for being his brother and standing up for him. The two brothers packed their lunches into their bags, and slung their bags over their shoulders. Waving to their mom, the boys set out for school…. Horrible horrible school.

As the boys walked to school, they struck up a silent conversation, and I do mean that literally. The boys were telepaths. Though they kept that to themselves, not even their mother knew, as they didn't want to be taken away by the government for testing, something that terrified the boys to no end.

"So brother, what do you think we should do after school? Go to the park? Play video games? Fix the car?" Greg asked his brother. Jack shook his head good naturedly, "While, i have work today… so it will have to wait…" Jack heard his brother sigh, and knew full well that his brother didn't approve of his job, at a fast food joint, the K.O. Burger. Greg thought his brothers talent was wasted on such a job. Jack could be a five star chef if he wanted. He had the skill to cook anything to perfection, and yet he wastes his skill on a job that doesn't even pay well.

The two boys reached the school, and we're greeted to the ugly sight of Vince, the meanest person in jasper high.

"Well. well, well. If it isn't the mute retard and his limp dick brother? I've missed our get togethers… so has my fists!" Vince snarled, trying to get a rise out of the two brothers, but as usual, they ignored him, they had stopped caring what people said about them a long time ago. Seeing that his insults were getting no where, Vince growled, and stormed off, most likely to find some other kids to attack. Greg sighed, looking at his brother with a look that clearly said, 'is he serious?'. Jack only sighed back, and nodded. Deciding to head to class before the bell rang, thus removing the chances of getting a detention for being late, Jack and Greg entered the school, but not before seeing a blue motorcycle, with a driver in full body leather, and a large red muscle car blaze down the road next to the school.

School was relatively boring to the two brothers, a few assignments to do, but nothing grade threatening. As the boys walked home, Jack bid farewell to his brother, and headed off to work. He was taking an extra shift so that he could have a bit more on hand in case they ever needed it. Greg decided to get a head start on his assignments, as he wanted to boost his grades, as he was starting to slip somewhat. Greg reached his house fairly quickly, didn't want Vince to find and beat him again, as he had many times before, and used his keys to get inside.

Once inside, he settled down to do his homework.

It was just after when jack would have finished work, that Greg felt an immense amount of fear and panic from his bond with his brother. Quickly reaching out with the bond, he asked his brother what was going on. All he got was more fear and anxiety, and a fear for purple cars.

Greg quickly honed in on Jack's mental signature, and rushed out the door.

Upon realizing that there was no direct road that would lead him to Jack, Greg decided to do the next best thing, run over the roofs. Most normal people wouldn't be capable of such feats, but the Darby boys were never truly normal. As Greg leaped across rooftop to rooftop, he began to mentally communicate with his brother, slowly but surely determining his position, and adjusting his trajectory accordingly.

Greg had reached the location of his brother… but was shocked at what he saw, giant robots, actual giant robots, one blue one, defending his brother, the two purple ones, aiming what looked like laser guns at his brother's protector. Remembering his brother's fear of the purple cars, Greg made an estimated guess, and chose his target.

{Arcee's POV}

I was prepared to defend the humans, the one who mounted me at the parking lot, and the innocent bystander, with my spark, when something unexpected happened. A human, a small fragile little human, gave a startling load war cry, as he jumped off the bridge above us, and crashed into one of the vehicons. The human gave another battle cry as he…. RIPPED IT'S HEAD CLEAN OFF! How in primus' name had the little fleshy managed that? The human turned his head to face me, his eyes angry, and i flinched. Was he going to kill me as well?

Well? What are you waiting for? Kill the other one! It was going to kill you, and my brother! Kill it!

I almost stumbled as i heard a voice in my head, not unlike a com link. I raised a brow ridge at the human, had he said that. The human flinched, then nodded, that pointed his head at the remaining vehicon. With that said, I sprung into action as it raised it's blaster at the human who had killed its partner, I shuddered internally at the implications of what i had just thought.

As i began to battle the vehicon i noticed Bumblebee emerge from stasis, how had he been forgotten so easily, i thought. As we began to fight, I noticed the human's head up a large pipe out of the corner of my optic. Good i thought, now their out of the way, the real fight could begin.

{the next day, Jack's pov}

As school ended, and as Greg and i exited the building, i saw Raf, the boy i had met the other day, sitting against a tree. Smiling to myself, i motioned at greg to follow as i went to greet Raf.

Raf looked up, saw me and smiled, waving hello at us. "Hey Raf." i greeted.

"Hey jack! Hey greg!" Raf responded, eliciting a small wave from Greg, who seemed distracted by something. Paying my brother little mind, i turned my attention to Raf, "Hey Raf? I think we should not tell people about what happened last night, you agree?" Raf was about to answer, when Greg stepped forward, pointing at two vehicles approaching us. One was a yellow and black muscle car, clearly one of the robots from last night, the other, was a large, green SUV. most likely another robot. The car pulled right up to us, opening a door, and spoke in a strange voice,

"Alright, the little one gets in with me, con killer, you get in the SUV, and the one who rode the motorcycle last time, well… Arcee's over there." Raf turned to us, "he said that-" I put a hand on Raf's shoulder, "We understood him too." Raf's eyes widened, but nodded, getting in the yellow car. I turned to Greg, "So i guess you're 'Con killer'?" Greg thought for a moment, before nodding and walking over to the SUV.

I just hope this isn't a bad idea….

(Bulkhead's POV)

As the kid walked over to me, i began to wonder, what did 'bee mean by Con killer? Was he saying that this…. Human had killed a con? If so, that was both impressive and terrifying…

The kid had reached my door, and i opened it to allow him to enter, feeling a little unnerved at the possible killer in my passenger's seat.

I decided to introduce myself, as to not appear rude, "Hi. My name is Bulkhead. What's your name?" the human didn't respond, only giving my dashboard a little wave, before sitting back further in my seat. To say i was insulted was a bit of an understatement, i gave him my name, and he didn't feel bothered to give me his own? Arrogant much? Setting my anger aside, as i didn't want to make someone who could tear me to pieces apart mad, i decided to just start driving.

Silently, i commend Ratchet to let him know i was on my way, i started my way back to the base, with my still silent charge. The kid was really unnerving, he made no noise at all. To be honest, he reminds me of soundwave…

We were about halfway to base, when i decided to put on music. Finding a rock station, I cranked it up, and started jamming to it. It was going great, until the kid starting banging on my dashboard. I turned my attention to him, and he motioned to turn the volume down.

Turning the volume down, i turned my rear view mirror to face the kid, "You wanted the volume down? Why didn't you just say so?" i asked, a little peeved that he was still wouldn't talk to me. Then he looked at my dashboard, and he pulled his shirt's collar down, to reveal a long scar across his neck, stretching from collarbone to collarbone. It looked really painful, and i realized... He was like Bumblebee, he couldn't speak. But he actually worse off than 'Bee, cuz he had a way to communicate, with basic cybertronian morse code. But this child…. He had no way to speak to his family.

"Kid….. I'm sorry… i didn't know.." I felt really bad. That wound looked painful, and it looked OLD. he must have had it for years. I was pulled from my thoughts when the kid put his hand on my dashboard, rubbing it soothingly. I looked into his eyes, and saw a child, who was ok with who he was. If anything, he looked proud he had survived. I was taken out of my thoughts as we reached the base, and i felt the child's grip on my seat tighten, but then relax as the entrance to base was revealed. I just hoped that Ratchet wouldn't make too much of a fuss about the humans...