DISCLAIMER: I do not own Transformers Prime (owned by Hasbro) nor X-Men (owned by Marvel).

This is set before the episode 'Nemesis Prime.' in an AU cross-over universe. I don't own the Transformers or Marvel Characters I just do this for fun.

Chapter 1

It was another hot spring day in Jasper, Nevada; the inhabitants of the town were going about their daily business unaware that mechanical beings from another planet were hiding under their very noses.

Arcee, Bumblebee and Bulkhead were carrying out their regular morning patrols just to make sure M.E.C.H or the Decepticons for that matter, did not cause any trouble. The 'Cons had gotten more desperate and reckless recently in their hunt for energon and the Autobots could not let them do anything that would endanger the native inhabitants of the planet.
M.E.C.H on the other hand was more Fowler's department and Arcee knew he had been trying his best to hunt them down, but they were just as slippery as the 'Cons, if not more so.
Whilst driving through town the Autobots maintained their Earth vehicle disguises, and would only radio base or each other when it was necessary. Driving out of town, Arcee waited until there was no one in sight before transforming up into her robot mode. Placing a servo onto her helm, she signalled home base.

"This is Arcee, I've finished scanning quadrant delta-four-zero and its all clear, I am now moving on to theta-one-zero." She paused and waited a beat before Ratchet responded on the other end.
"Acknowledged Arcee, keep up the good work and there might be an energon goodie for you when you get back." The medic replied sardonically.
"Roger that, don't eat them all. Remember to save one for me." Arcee replied cheekily before signing off.
So far, it had been very quiet but Arcee knew that could all so easily change in an astro-minute.

Transforming back down into her motorbike mode, she sped off to the next quadrant where needed.

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Stifling a yawn, Miko ate her breakfast cereal at the kitchen table, whilst she half listened to her host parents having a conversation that Miko guessed had to do with how badly she was doing at school.

Sure, they had threatened her with telling her parents in Tokyo, but they never followed through with the threat. Not that it worried Miko; she was having too much fun with the Autobots to care. Her best Auto-buddy Bulkhead could be a pill sometimes, especially when he would nag her to do homework. However, she would find herself quickly forgiving him, if he promised to watch the television series "Monster Truck Mashup" with her.

Bulk was unable to give her a lift to school today as he was pulling extra scouting duties with Bumblebee. Optimus Prime had ordered him to help seek more energon because the Autobots were in desperate need of it.

Feeling bored of listening to her host parents' talk about her, Miko plugged in her earphones and turned up the volume on her I-Pod to block out her host parents serious conversation. Allowing her mind to drift away with the music, Miko smiled to herself and wondered what kind of day it was going to be.

Elsewhere across town, another teenage girl was thinking the exact same thing. Rolling her eyes, Sabirah tried to block out her mothers' nagging by putting on her earphones and listening to music.
The cereal in her bowl had long since turned into a soggy damp mess; pushing it around with her spoon, she locked eyes with her sister Hayley, who was acting very much like a typical fifteen-year-old kid. She was being obnoxious as usual, making rude obscene gestures behind their mothers' back trying to make her angry. Usually it worked, but today Sabirah could not muster up enough energy to say anything and had resorted to glaring instead.
"Sabirah Angela Stevenson, are you even LISTENING TO ME?" her mother yelled getting more irate by her daughters lackadaisical attitude.

Startled back to reality, the young girl lost her grip on the spoon she was holding. Mesmerised she watched in slow motion as it clattered into the bowl, causing milk to splash onto the brown wooden kitchen table.
"Huh? What is it you want me to do mom?" She replied taking off her earphones to listen.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, the mother sat herself at the table and began rubbing her temples to ward away the threatening headache that lurked there.
"I am asking you to microwave dinner for you and your sister tonight; there is macaroni and cheese in the fridge that I made the night before,"
"Oh joy!" Sabirah interrupted, making gagging noises in her throat causing her sister to chuckle at her antics. She knew that their mothers' idea of cooking was the burnt on variety of food.
Ignoring her daughter's sarcasm she continued, "I will be home late from the hospital, I'm sure I can trust you not to have any wild parties or raves whilst I'm gone cant I?"
"Yes mom!" The two girls synchronously replied, nodding their heads in agreement.
"Good," Smiling the mother leaned over the table, kissing each of her daughters on the forehead, much to their dismay.
"MOOM!" they both whined, making her chuckle with dry amusement.

Outside the house, the school bus honked its horn to signal its arrival. Wriggling out of her mothers' tight grip Sabirah picked up her school bag and placed her laptop and pencil case inside doing up the zip.
She was just about to leave when her mother called her back again.
"Oh and Sabirah try not to get in trouble at school. The last thing we need is moving to another state again."
Feeling her pale ivory cheeks flush with anger, Sabirah angrily gritted her teeth together before slamming the door hard behind her.
Deep down she knew she was the reason why they had moved to this dust bowl town in the first place.

It had all started three years ago, when she had gotten into deep trouble at her last school for hacking the computer network. She had made everyone at school miss classes by mixing up the dates and the times of the schedules. The teachers eventually managed to track down one of her accomplices, a bored little rich kid called Leon Davies. He had told them that it was her idea even though he was the mastermind behind it all. The rest of the group then came forward and pretty much said the same thing, which resulted in her being a scapegoat for everything that had happened. No one believed her that she was set-up. Not even the judge and she ended up doing time in a Juvenile Detention Centre. Her mother and father split up shortly thereafter which led them to relocate to this hellhole of a place.

Stomping her biker booted feet moodily down the driveway she lined up outside the school bus along with other students who were waiting.
Her little sister was nowhere in sight and that suited her down to the ground. She was probably off talking to one of her friends from class.
That was one thing Sabirah was envious about her little sister she could make friends easily where ever she went, herself on the other hand was never able to make friends that easy. She would never let them get too close to her. God forbid she let anyone ever find out her secret, it would destroy her mother if it did get out.

So lost in her thoughts, Sabirah had not noticed that the line in front had moved and felt someone pushing her roughly from behind.
"Hey Goth girl, wakey, wakey ya dumb bimbo and board the bus!" the boy laughed high-fiving his friends who joined in on the mirth.
Sabirah turned to see who had shoved her, and was confronted by a snot nosed ginger haired punk who was probably about her age and a bad attitude to match.
"Hey leave her alone Vince! You're not the line police or nothing!" A dark haired boy shouted his face obscured due to the fact he was standing directly behind the red haired teen.

"Shut it Derby, or I'll make you!" Vince snarled whirling round to face him he grabbed the dark haired boy by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the bus, making the metal creak slightly as they made contact.
Struggling against the other teens' strong grip the dark haired boy choked out, "It's Darby, moron!"
"Shut up Darby I don't need you to tell me how to say stuff!" Vince retorted narrowing his eyes menacingly.
Putting her slender hand on Vince's freckled arm, a young red-haired girl intervened before the tough-guy showdown turned ugly.
"Alright Vince that is enough, just get on the bus already we're going to be late," The red head smiled brightly rolling her eyes, "and you know Mr. Fredrickson is a tough teacher when it comes to tardiness."
Shoving Darby away from him, Vince boarded the bus but not before giving his rival a deadly look that conveyed the message "Embarrass me like that again and you're dead Darby!"

Sighing with relief Sabirah sat herself down at the back of the bus along with all the other rejects and weirdoes that attended Jasper High School.
She had not wanted to get involved in a fight so soon since her arrival in Jasper. Nevertheless, it seemed that trouble always had a habit of finding her whether she liked it or not.
The boy who was her 'saviour' seemed like a decent kid, a little naïve maybe but cute none the less.
"Wait a minute cute? Where the hell did that come from?!" Sabirah admonished herself, remembering the vow she had taken never to get involved with some lest they find out the truth about her.

"Ahem." A male voice standing above her cleared his throat to get her attention. It was her saviour again; her hazel eyes watched him as he shifted nervously from foot to foot, his blue eyes avoiding her gaze.
"Do you mind if I sit there? There are no more seats on the bus." Darby asked politely.
Feeling the blush heat creep up her neck, she bowed her head slightly to have her long dark hair covering her face before she nodded her accession.
Smiling gratefully the boy sat down next to her and proffered his hand towards her. Sabirah looked at him warily, realising she would need to shut the guy down fast if he thought they were going to be friends.
"Hi my name is Jack Darby, and you are?" he queried.
"That is none of your damn business Jack!" She spat back, unwilling to offer any sign of friendship to him.
Taken aback but not deterred by her hostility Jack tried another method of approach.
"Well that's gratitude for ya. There I was minding my own business and then I had to save your butt from Vincent Gardner, the local bully. He sure is a jerk but if you avoid him, you're pretty much OK. "

"Thank you, I am grateful." She mumbled under breath. Continuing to stare out the window, she had hoped he would give up this fruitless endeavour of trying to be friends However, her companion was anything but bright.
Looking out the window, he pointed to a woman in a nurse's uniform who was waving and blowing kisses at her.
"Hey is that your mom?" he queried.
Feeling her skin prickle with heat that had now spread throughout her entire body, the Goth girl buried her head in her hands embarrassed that her mom would show her up like this.
"So your mom is a nurse huh? She must work with my mom at the local hospital." Jack continued oblivious to the fact he was getting nowhere with this girl.
"Yes that is correct."
"So yeah that's errr, pretty cool huh?"
"Not really."
"Well you're a conversationalist aren't you?" he retorted sarcastically.
Feeling tired of the conversation, Sabirah resignedly rubbed her eyes before stating,
"Look Jack Derby, or whatever the hell your name is. I don't care about you or your stupid little family. I just want to be left alone; I have thanked you for assisting me in dealing with that jerk but honestly I don't want you stalking me so leave me the hell alone!"
"Wait a minute, I am not a stalker! You ask anyone here, I just want to get to know you!"

Turning her head away from him, she leaned against the bus window and plugged in her headphones ensuring that the volume was loud enough to drown out any conversation. Realising he was not getting anywhere with the girl, Jack turned his attention to Miko who was sat on the bus seat in front of him.
"So, mister lover, lover struck out again huh?" She teased grinning with mirth.
Shaking his head, Jack pointed his thumb at the strange Goth girl sat next to him.
"Who do you mean her? She's definitely a strange one. But even after I saved her from Vince she won't even show me a smidgen of gratitude!"
"Jack," Miko paused and brought her face closer to his, "you really need to work on your pick up lines dude."
Annoyed and embarrassed, the teen boy shoved her playfully away before he replied, "Yeah, yeah shut up!"

Behind the bus, a small, metallic, sparrow like creature flew gently through the air as it followed the vehicle to its destination.
Gliding down in to the trees it perched on a well-concealed branch, scaring a group of pigeons from their resting place.
There it waited, monitoring all activity within the school, feeding all the information directly back to M.E.C.H.