NOTE: You need to have read "Guitar Hero" and/or "The Blind Girl Shall Lead Them" to know who Kayla is. Also note that this was written AGES ago, and my writing style has changed a bit since then, so check out my later fan fics as well to see how I've improved. Oh, and one IMPORTANT THING: This is the G1 version of the show, but it takes place in contemporary times, so even though it's around the second season of the show, it's 2008, not 1984, okay? (Yes, 2008 was when this was written-shows how old it is. XD )
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The intense rays of the sun beat down on the reddish-orange, rocky hills of the Oregon desert, as two giant robots stared each other down; their optics blazing with hatred that came only from years of constant war. Behind them both were an armada of equally powerful and well-armed automatons; weapons at the ready and prepared to attack. But Autobot leader, Optimus Prime, daren't make a move…not when his Decepticon nemesis, Megatron, had their human ally clutched tightly in his hand.
The mission started off simple enough; the robotic enemies to Earth were plundering a laboratory of all its resources, and it was up to the planet's equally-matched protectors to stop them. But things became complicated when scientists being taken hostage were added to the mix. After much debating, their tactical officer, Prowl, offered the only solution he could come up with-send in their human friends to free the scientists while the 'Bots created a distraction. For Spike and Carly's part, they were more than up for the task, and happy to help their metal comrades in some way. Fighting alongside giant robots DOES prove difficult when you only come up to the top of their ankle in the size department.
But a few well-placed explosions and a swoop from Laserbeak later, and things quickly turned sour. Although the scientists made it out okay, the same couldn't be said for Spike, who now wriggled hopelessly in Megatron's death grip, trying to get free. He managed to catch a glimpse of Carly, who was huddled behind Bumblebee; a tear rolling down her face as she feared for her boyfriend's life. It was times like this he wished he were bigger.
"So, what shall it be, Prime?" the Decepticon leader snickered, "Relinquish all the energon deposits, or your little friend will suffer a most untimely demise."
"Optimus! Don't do it!" the boy cried out.
But Megatron would hear none of it, "Silence, boy!" He tightened his grip, causing the human to let loose a cry of pain.
That was all the more Prime needed to hear. He held up a hand in surrender, "That's enough! Let the boy go. We'll give you what you want."
His troops gasped; staring at him as if he just lost his mind. Prowl spoke up, "But sir…!"
The red and blue 18-wheeler truck turned to the police car, his voice firm, "We cannot allow any harm to come to Spike. Not only that, but other human lives are at stake here as well. We can't risk it."
From behind the metal tyrant, Skywarp teased, "Yeah, so why don't you listen to your leader and back off?" Before any Autobots could say otherwise, the jet ducked into the building, where Soundwave was already preparing the energon cubes.
Ignoring his subordinate, Megatron flashed Optimus a wicked grin, "A wise decision, Prime. And a pleasure doing business with you."
With that, he tossed the boy to his arch enemy, much like a rag doll, before joining his troops in raiding the laboratory. In one quick motion, Prime sub-spaced his rifle, before diving forward with cupped hands and caught the human as gently as he could.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
But Spike was too busy catching his breath to answer. Instead, he merely gave a limp nod. When he finally DID find his voice, he looked up at the Autobot leader with the most pitiful expression, "Prime…why did you do it? I'm not worth it…"
Before the boy could say anymore, Optimus held him at optic level; his voice firm, "Your father and my troops would say differently."
From behind him, his squad all nodded in agreement. Leaving the explanation at that, he lowered his hand to the ground, and Spike hopped off and into the arms of his relieved girlfriend, who hugged him tighter than the Decepticon tyrant ever could.
Speaking of whom, the villains in question had just finished up gathering the last of the energon cubes; taking to the air as fast as their engines would carry them. All the while, Megatron kept his arm cannon trained on his enemies-watching for any false movements. But the 'Bots kept true to the deal and could only stare helplessly as the dictator finally went airborne and followed his troops; both he and his fellow 'Cons becoming nothing but a speck in the sky a moment later.
Back on the ground, the heroic mechs sub-spaced their weapons, looking to the clouds above in anger and defeat. Although they were all relieved for the minimal damage and light injuries, it still didn't take the sting out of the loss. But ever the hopeful one, Optimus Prime turned to address his comrades, "The scientists were rescued, and not a single life was lost. Well done, everyone. Transform and roll out!"
The mechs remained quiet, but did as told and shifted to their vehicle forms, with Spike and Carly getting into Bumblebee. With that, a dejected armada of cars and trucks left the gorge; a dust trail as their only witness as they headed for home. For the first minute or two, the trip was silent. That was, until Bumblebee spoke up; concern in his voice, "What's the matter, Spike?" When he didn't get an answer, he tried again, "Carly?"
The blond looked to her boyfriend, to which he sighed in a manner that clearly said something was bothering him. When he finally found the nerve to talk, his voice was filled with nothing but guilt, "It's all my fault."
"What is?" the Volkswagen asked.
Spike huffed, "You know exactly what. We wouldn't have lost that battle today if I hadn't gotten in the way."
But the Beetle would hear none of it, "What are you talking about? Those scientists wouldn't have been rescued if it hadn't been for you and Carly. And that's all that really matters."
For just a moment, the boy smiled, "Thanks Bee." But the smirk soon faded, "But I still wish I could've done more."
Carly put a hand on his shoulder, "There wasn't anything you could do. Or me. I mean, let's face it, it's kind of hard to defend yourself against a robot that's twenty feet taller than you."
Spike nodded his head, although the matter still just didn't sit right with him. His eyebrows furrowed in thought, and he mumbled, "It's times like this I wish we were both as tall as you guys. Then we could probably help you better."
From over the radio comm., Cliffjumper added in, "Yeah, and then we wouldn't have to rescue you and Carly all the time."
Even though the 'Bots couldn't make facial expressions in car form, 'Bee's surprise was clear in his voice as he gasped, "Cliffjumper!"
The red minibot went on, unfazed, "What? I'm just sayin'…"
Trying to take the hurt out of his comrade's words, the Beetle quickly replied, "Don't listen to him. We like you both just the way you are. Take it from me, sometimes it's good to be small."
The two humans couldn't help but chuckle at that. But little did everyone know, the red, white, and green Lancia speeding next to Cliffjumper, who also happened to be the Autobot's resident scientist and inventor, had taken the minibot's words to heart. It was never clear just what was going on in Wheeljack's CPU, but one thing was certain as they all made it back to headquarters; he had an idea.
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AN: And so begins the end of a trilogy of "books" involving my OC, Kayla...and she's nowhere to be found in this first chapter. But don't worry; you'll see her in the next part. So, Wheeljack's got an idea...should we be excited or scared by that? You'll find out soon enough...
