A/N: Yes, I'm alive. And yes, this is another fic. But let me tell you, this is two years in the making and my muse has been DEAD for a lot of things for a while. So hopefully finally getting this off the ground will help, we'll see. But yeah, life has been crazy, my muse for everything but "A Newfound Purpose" and this has taken a vacation. I know I'm a mess. I don't blame you guys if you're mad at me, but it's just the way it has been.

So I have finally gotten this ambitious story of mine off the ground. This is, my dear readers, the first story in what I am currently dubbing the "TWO WORLDS, ONE FATE" storyline. An extremely AU retelling of the Transformers mythology from before the Great War, to its end, with an added twist: We, humans, are there from the beginning. I hope you'll all enjoy this, and join me on what is probably going to be a longgggg journey!

Okay, so when I say this fic is an EXTREME AU, I really do mean it. So let me go ahead and fill you in on what's important:

1. Cybertronians and Humans have lived together for years now. They live between Cybertron and Earth, and the war between Autobots and Decepticons is waged by both human and Autobot members of the faction.

2. Unlike most fics where Cybertronians age by vorns, here they will age just like humans, for the sake of the story I want to tell. But their lifespan WILL be greater than humans none-the-less

3. Much like my fic "A Whole New World" humans can live on Cybertron due to alterations to its atmosphere.

4. The caste system has been abolished with the help of the humans - the war will start for other reasons but it will still be started by a gladiator named Megatron, I can promise you that! Just because the Caste System is gone does not mean that things are all fine and dandy.

So without further ado, here we go. The first chapter, hopefully fourth time's the charm! Because this is my fourth try!

PROLOGUE
Miracle Baby

The beeping of a com link, it was hard to believe someone's life could change that easily.

But for Sirius Pax, hero of many wars, right hand to the Prime, and Cybertronian noble, that com link came in the middle of the night. He supposed it wasn't the worst time it could come, with a sparkling in the home, he and his sparkmate, Solaris, were often up and down comforting young Orion. But on a night where the young sparkling had decided to be calm and placid it was most unwelcoming even before the news it brought with it.

He carefully shifted himself into a seated position on his berth, stretching quietly as Solaris' arm carefully wrapped around his waist. "Primus, who's calling us this early in the morning?" she murmured, her voice soft and full of exhaustion. "Can't you tell them to wait?"

Sirius gave a tiny smile, his blue optics softening as he did so. "I'll see what they want. It might be Sentinel, or Marcus... They're both preparing a speech tomorrow that I need to be at," he explained, kissing her cheek. "I won't be long, love."

"Better not be."

Sirius stood to his feet, even in exhaustion carrying himself as a regal mech. His red armor brightly shone as the moonlight danced off of him. He answered the com link calmly, without any regard for what it might be - in hopes that it was something good. "Yes, this is Sirius Pax, what can I do for you at this..." And then his face fell, his optics dimming, his voice caught in his throat. "Oh Primus, yes... Yes... Are they alright? No, no, I can be there in twenty minutes."

He must have been louder than he thought, because Solaris had caught the change in his tone. Her deep blue frame poked out from their berth, optics narrowing. "Sirius... What's wrong?" he wanted to answer her, but he was too busy listening to the voice on the other end - listening to the words they spoke. "Sirius? You're scaring me."

When the conversation had finished, Sirius gave her a look that said it all. Something tragic had happened, something life altering... Something that would change their family forever. "Marcus is dead," there was a deep, saddened pause in his words. "I need to go, I'll be in touch as soon as I can be..."

He couldn't bring himself to say any more.

Marcus Samuel Jones.

The name meant a lot of things to a lot of people. Among the humans on Cybertron, he may as well have been their Prime, their political leader... But to Sirius, he had always been his closest friend. Long before either of them had been leaders in their own right, they'd been friends, they'd been teammates in the army, they'd been brothers... Of course, not by blood. But having grown up together, next door to one another, they may as well have been.

Marcus had been an orphan who'd grown up in the foster home next door though. He didn't have any family in this world - fictive or otherwise. And thus, here Sirius was, forced to come to identify the body. Of course, it had been him, but he had never doubted that. Everyone knew the name and face of the human leader, so this was simply a formality. But it struck him so hard... His best friend, his closest friend in this world was dead.

He stood in the hallway of the morgue, taking this in when the sound of footsteps grabbed his attention. Of course, Sentinel Prime had arrived... He had suspected long before that they had both gotten this news. The golden colored mech took several steps forward before placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "How are you feeling, my friend?"

"Like someone ripped my spark out," Sirius answered honestly. "He survives how many tours in the army on Earth and this is how he dies? A fragging drunk driver! Slaggit it isn't fair, Prime. I can feel my spark twisting..."

Sentinel nodded his head slowly, his optics looking away. The mech had never been a good person to go to for comfort, but none-the-less, Sirius appreciated the effort. Clearing his throat, he took a deep breath. "We need to think of a way to address this to the human population," he explained, his voice tight. "This is very sudden, I understand... But that also means they are without a leader."

Sirius nodded his head. "I know that," he explained. "But my thoughts are on other things."

"Oh?" Sentinel replied carefully. "What would that be?"

Sirius was silent - he was unsure of how to relate the news he'd gotten when he'd arrived there. It was still something that made no sense, even if he had been aware of it. But the nature of what had happened... The outcome? It was unfounded. "Elisa survived the crash long enough to have the sparkling," there was a heavy silence hanging over the two of them. "Her body is being transported here as we speak... But they said she held on just long enough... Just fragging long enough to have a baby boy."

"Primus almighty!" Sentinel exclaimed, voice filled with shock. "Did it live?"

"You know it was due any day now... She delivered him, healthy... A fragging miracle if you ask me," Sirius replied, his voice tight. "Now I need to figure out how to explain to Solaris we now have two sons..."

It was a statement that would send shockwaves through the Prime, he knew. In fact, it had sent shockwaves through himself the moment he realized it himself. But it was not a matter to talk about, this boy was his nephew in all but blood and legality, and with his parents gone that responsibility fell on them. "You're adopting the infant? Just like that?" Sentinel asked, surprise in his voice. "That's... Do you know the gamble of that? How are you going to feed him? They need to be nursed by a human..."

Sirius shook his head. "We can hire a nursemaid for him until he no longer needs to be nursed," he explained, his voice tense. "But of course I'm adopting him. Solaris and I were asked to be the Godparents the moment the child was conceived. I plan to honor Marcus' wishes."

Sentinel looked at Sirius as if he'd grown a second head. And he knew why too... While it wasn't unheard of for Cybertronian families to raise human children - it was often they adopted older kids. It was easier that way, to forego the infant stage, and the obvious questions that would come up later. What Sirius would be doing - taking a boy from the moment he was first able to leave the hospital... This was different in many levels and something that he wasn't totally sure would work.

But he and Marcus had made a pact to each other when each of their respected significant others had been with child. If anything happened to them, anything at all, they'd be cared for. That they'd take them and raise them as their own. It would be a disgrace to his dead friend's memory to simply turn his back on the child his wife had held on so hard in order to give life to.

"Well, if you're the godsire they can't deny you custody of him," Sentinel replied, shifting a little as he looked over at his friend and co-leader. "Is Solaris on the way? Do I need to send someone to look after Orion?"

Sirius shook his head, holding up a hand slowly to stop his old friend from going further. "I asked her to come quickly and to call her sire to look after him," he explained, voice pained. "She should be arriving any moment. Which means that I should be waiting at the nursery."

"... Sirius?" Sentinel spoke up as Sirius started to walk down the hall, stopping to look back only then. "I am so very sorry for your loss... Marcus was a good friend, and his memory will live on."

Sirius bowed his head forward in respect. "Thank you," he replied. "Good orn, Prime."

It was all he could do to try to keep his calm composure as he started on his way to meet his sparkmate.

"He's beautiful."

Sirius couldn't have agreed more at Solaris' sentiment as they peered into the human nursery. It was almost hard to see the child, in a vast sea of many infants born that night. But for Sirius all he had to do was look for the eyes. Even as an infant, the child had Marcus' deep green eyes - looking around at the world around him in wonder. Completely unaware of the fact either of his parents had left the Earth.

Sirius looked over at his bonded quietly, then added. "I'll understand if this is too much to ask of you, love. Orion is barely four months old... And we'd be taking on a newborn, let alone a human one," Solaris turned her head quietly, optics meeting her sparkmates'. "If we cannot, perhaps I can honor Marcus by finding him a loving family. There are many-."

"Sirius," Solaris put a finger up to stop her sparkmate right there. "Of course we're taking him. I question how we'll do this - but you're probably right that a nursemaid is the best approach. But we made a promise to them..."

Sirius was silent, his optics turning away slowly. "I know, I just... When we made the promise, I never assumed this would come to pass. Let alone so soon," he motioned toward the baby boy carefully. "His birth should have been a joyus day. We should have been here, celebrating with them."

Solaris carefully wrapped her arms around her bonded's waist. An action which seemed to calm him as best as it could, though he knew nothing could fully calm him. "I know... I wish it weren't this way too. But Primus has a plan for everyone. And clearly, his plan was for us to have two son's," Sirius looked at the human again - the last remaining piece of his best friend. "It's going to be OK, Sirius. I promise."

"I hope you're right."

Solaris rested her head against his chest slowly, staring upon the human boy as well. Then, quietly, she looked up at him. "So, know any good human names? Because I've never been good with that," she noted. "And he does need a name..."

Sirius thought quietly at her question, but his spark knew exactly what they would name him. After all, he knew what his parents would have named him - and that was important. "Daniel," he explained. "Daniel Elijah Pax... That was... That was what Marcus told me they'd picked for a boy."

"Daniel Elijah it is." Solaris replied, nodding her head.

And as they looked on at their newfound son - they would have no idea just how much he, or Orion Pax, would go on to change their world.

A/N: I know, a bit of a short prologue. Next chapter will jump forward several years and actually feature Daniel and Orion Pax! Hopefully this was enough to intrigue the readers out there though!