A/N: HELLO MY FRIENDS! 'Tis my BRAND-STINKIN'-NEW story! YAY! Since I'm finished with my other story "Invisible Guardian", I decided to start posting my next story. And here it is! The First Chapter of "A Family Bound by Spark." Hope you guys enjoy this one as much as you did my last story.

Diclaimer: I do not, in any shape or form, own Transformers. I only own the story and any and all OCs you find. Ocs being the Grayson Siblings. :)

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It was quiet in the small, middle-of-nowhere town of Blackwood, Wyoming. Not for long. The scream of a jet turns into a roar as the jet passes overhead, performing a barrel-roll. A scream of excitement overpowers the whoop of joy.

Riley grins. "That. Was. AWESOME! Can we do that again?"

A loud chuckle fills the jet cockpit, "Sorry Ri, but we gotta get back. You know you can't avoid your homework forever."

"Awwwww." Riley groans, shoulders slumping.

Dressed in an aquamarine T-shirt over a mint green quarter-sleeve, khaki capris, and tennis shoes, Riley Parker Grayson is a fairly "normal" and "average" twelve-year-old. She has a loving mom, and three slightly over-protective older brothers. Who, by the way, would do anything to keep her safe. The jet lands, and the cockpit opens, letting down a ramp. Riley rolls down the ramp in her wheelchair, and watches as the jet rearranges itself, standing up and forming the humanoid figure of one of her brothers.

"Are you sure we can't go another round 'Jumper? It'll be short. I promise."

'Jumper, or rather, Stormjumper, chuckles again as he kneels down. Stormjumper is pretty large, with wings spanning his back. Colored in light blue and light gray, he blended in quite nicely with the sky.

"No-can-do Riley. I gotta get you back home. We can do some more laps tomorrow." He states, blue visor glowing bright with amusement.

Riley sighs, "Yeah I guess so. Sometimes I really hate the curfew for flying though."

"You and me both." With that, Stormjumper shifts back into jet mode and lowers the ramp.

Once Riley is situated, he takes off. Soon, the two are rocking out to "Any Way You Want It" by Journey. The quick-paced song ends, and they burst out laughing. The laughter suddenly cuts off when 'Jumper gets rammed; he jerks to the side before righting himself once more.

"Riley, hold on!" He increases power to his thrusters, shooting forward.

Riley twists around as best she can, and her amber eyes widen at the sight of two purple, alien-looking jets right behind them.

"Faster 'Jumper!"

"I'm trying! I-I can't shake 'em!" It was true. Stormjumper was pushing his thrusters to the max, but he wasn't fast enough.

Red plasma beams streak by, and he starts dodging them, but one hits his left thruster, another slamming into his sensitive wing. Stormjumper cries out as his wing is ripped through. To Riley's horror, the young jet starts to plummet to the ground.

"STORMJUMPER!"

"Hold on!" They hit the ground, and everything fades to darkness.


"Storm-…"

"-ump-…"

"Stormjumper!" Stormjumper wakes up with a groan, aching pain filling his circuits.

"Ri-Riley? Are you okay?" The girl nods.

"Yeah. Luckily we weren't far from the ground. But my wheelchair's stuck."

Hearing she was okay, merely shaken up, Stormjumper runs a quick scan. Dented and scratched, with his worst injuries being his thruster and wing, he transforms. He falls to his knees, wincing. Stormjumper opens his cockpit, reaching in and gently wrapping his servo around his sister, and plucks her out. The broken wheelchair falls to the ground in a twisted mess, Riley safely secure in his palm.

"I called them before waking you up. Figured we'd need some help getting home." Stormjumper nods, glad she thought ahead.

Before anything else can be said, the sound of jet engines fills the air, along with a strange whirring. The purple jets from before, along with some friends, land on the ground as giant robots. Riley feels a low rumble in Stormjumper's chest, and realizes he's growling. 'Jumper tries to get up, but the pain in his wing and thruster are too much. Instead, he brings Riley closer to his chest, hiding her from these other robots. One of the four robots steps forward, aiming some sort of cannon at him. The cannon warms up, and the sound of salvation screams out. The new jet slams into the robot, turning into the large form of Riley and Stormjumper's older brother Nightwing. The large black, gray, and green jet stands protectively in front of them, green visor flashing. He's soon joined by another jet, this one white-blue, ash-gray, and navy blue with amber optics.

The two shift into fighting forms, daring the purple jets to come closer. The three remaining jets each activate a cannon, when a gun goes off, and each of them collapses, a smoking hole in their chests. Stormjumper sighs in relief as his brothers retract their own weapons. The two turn to him, and he smiles.

" 'Bout time you guys showed up."


"Everyone looks up as an alarm rings out through the base.

"Ratchet, what is it?" Pressing a few buttons on the console, Ratchet looks at the screen.

"We've detected three signals Optimus, but I'm not sure if they're Autobot or Decepticon."

"Understood old friend. Activate the Groundbridge."


Team Prime steps out of the Groundbridge to a peculiar sight. Three Cybertronians surrounded by a small group of offlined Eradicons. One jet is sitting on the ground, one leg stretched out, with another jet crouched in front of him. The third jet is off to the side a little ways, arms crossed and a young human child on his shoulder. The three jets and the human look up as Team Prime activate their weapons, and the black jet moves to stand in front of his companions, placing the girl on the injured Mech's shoulder. Not knowing how long they have been on Earth for, Optimus steps forward, noticing how all three jets stiffen, and speaks in Cybertronian.

"My name is Optimus Prime. Are you Autobots, or Decepticons?"

The amber-optic Mech lifts an optic-ridge. Optimus repeats the question, only to be met with three confused stares. He tries again, this time switching to English.

"My name is Optimus Prime. Are you Autobots, or Decepticons?"

The jets share a glance, and Optimus feels his spark skip a beat, when the injured Mech answers.

"Are we a what now?" That was unexpected. Now it was the Team's turn to stare. These strange Mechs didn't understand Cybertronian, or know what the Autobots or Decepticons were? Arcee steps forward.

"Are you Autobots or Decepticons?"

The white Mech speaks up. "Uh…neither? Look, we just came to get our brother and sister. Okay?"

Team Prime stared at them questioningly. Didn't these Bots see that Arcee was the only Femme there? Optimus soon realizes they meant young girl with them. Sister? He didn't know about that, but she did seem extremely comfortable around the three jets.

Optimus carefully studies the three jets in front of him and his Team. All three seemed shocked to see more Cybertonians, as if they weren't expecting Team Prime to be there. He watches as the youngest jet winces after trying to move his leg. His thruster was blackened from blaster fire, a long but shallow tear going from heel to about halfway up his shin plating, and his wing had a large gash as well, Energon coating both areas. So as not to startle them, Optimus slowly raises his hand to his head, activating his Comm.

"Ratchet. Activate the Groundbridge and prepare the Med-bay. We are bringing some guests."


Stormjumper hisses as another jolt of pain shoots up through his leg. Hoping for a distraction, he looks around at the area he and his siblings were in. It was a large Hangar located on the Jasper, Nevada Military Base. The strange robots were scattered around, but he noticed three were missing. Wondering where they were, he looks over at the large red and blue robot, who had introduced himself as Optimus Prime. He is talking to another large blue robot, but glances in 'Jumper's direction. The young jet looks away, not noticing the small smile appearing on the Mech's face.

Stormjumper feels something brush against his uninjured wing and smiles. Nightwing hadn't left his side once, much to the red and white Mech's-who was introduced as Ratchet-annoyance. Riley was hanging out on Windstorm's shoulder talking to him.

The sound of engines echoes through the Hangar as a black and yellow Urbana 500 pulls inside, followed by an army green SUV and blue motorcycle. Three kids appear, and the girl with crazy hair and outfit gasps and shoots over to Nightwing, much to the Mech's amusement.

"New 'Bots! Hi, I'm Miko! What's your name? You have wings, do you turn into a jet? How long have you been on Earth? How fast-"

A hand covers her mouth, the person being the older, raven-haired boy.

"I think that's enough Miko. Don't scare the poor 'Bots."

A soft chuckle reaches them, and they look at the black jet. His visor sparkles.

"Hello to you too."

Stormjumper jumps in, "My name's Stormjumper. These are my brothers, Nightwing and Windstorm. And that's our sister, Riley." He states, gesturing to the girl on Windstorm's shoulder.

The white Mech joins in. "Yes, we turn into jets. As for how long we've been here on Earth, well…it's been about…huh. I'm not quite sure actually."

A loud yelp suddenly interrupts the conversation. Ratchet had finished up Stormjumper's ped, and had moved on to his wing. It wasn't going well though.

"Are you trying to kill me?! Take it easy, with the wings and the welding."

Ratchet huffs. "Well sorry. I'm not used to working on Seeker wings, only doorwings. And those aren't quite as sensitive."

Nightwing steps forward, not wanting to have a dead brother. "May I?"

Ratchet goes to snap, but finds he can't. The Mech sounded just like his old apprentice. Sighing, he hands the welder over and steps back, much to the surprise of the 'Bots around him. The old Medic never let someone else do the repairs. Never.

Nightwing moves behind his brother, aware of all the eyes on him. Putting a servo on his brother's back, Nightwing raps his knuckles on the joint connecting the wing to Stormjumper's back. The younger jet jolts.

"I always hated how you did that." Nightwing smiles as he starts welding.

Jaws drop as Ratchet steps up next to the slightly larger Mech.

"How did-What did you just do?"

"Well he-"

"I wasn't talking to you."

Stormjumper and Windstorm look at each other. Windstorm shrugs, mindful of Riley.

"I studied nerve-blocking for a bit, and was able to transfer it over to us. It's very useful since we don't have any numbing agents or anesthesia to use when we get hurt." Ratchet was surprised.

"Exactly how long have you three been on Earth?"

Nightwing glances at the old Medic.

"We've lived here for as long as we can remember. We were found and later adopted by a human couple."

He finishes welding and, after unblocking the nerves, steps back to allow Ratchet. The Mech looks over the steady, clean welds and nods in approval. He turns to Nightwing.

"You know, perhaps this 'nerve-blocking' might be useful with our limited supplies. I would like to learn it if that's alright with you." Nightwing smiles.

Moving away, he leans against the railing of a platform, watching his sister talking with the three kids. Jack, Raf, and Miko if he remembered correctly.

"Prime!" The three brothers look up in the direction of the voice, revealing it to be a middle aged, African-American man.

"Why are there reports of a showdown happening outside of-" He cuts off when he spots the new 'Bots.

Stormjumper waves, smiling. "Hey. How's it goin'?"

The man blinks once. Twice. Then, to the confusion of Team Prime, turns around and walk back into the room he came from. Windstorm grins at his brothers.

"Think he knows it's us?"

NIghtwing holds up three fingers. 3…2…1… He points to the door, where a loud voice causes everyone to jump.

"GIANT ROBOTS?! WHY is it always GIANT ROBOTS?!"

Stormjumper snickers.

"Oh yeah. He knows."

Suddenly his face falls.

"Oh man. I totally forgot."

Everyone turns to the newly-repaired Mech questioningly.

"Forgot what?" Raf asks.

"Mom." That one word causes Nightwing and Windstorm to freeze, and Riley to pale.

"Oh, we. Are. So. Dead."