AN: I only own my OCs. Vox belongs to a friend. Oh, and if you could, please read The Dragonian Revolution before reading this. It gives the background to what is going on and will help understand some points in the story.

Authoress: Now it is time for Marquis to be in the present day! Yeah!

Marquis: As long as I don't run into any of those Crassen I will be alright.

Authoress: I think we are good for now.

Ch. 1: Existence Now

Marquis' 1st P.O.V.

Three more weeks. All I had to do was survive three more weeks of this self-induced torture and I would at last know true freedom. Freedom away from the oppression, the horror, the utter agony that I had been forced to face for the last nine months of my life. But, until then, I had to suffer each and every minute of this forced torture.

The sound of a bell ringing brought me out of my thoughts as the humans in front of me rose out of their seats to leave this prison for the day. What sort of prison let their detainees leave for periods of the day? Well, the answer to that was quite simple.

High school.

And no, I wasn't lucky enough to be living as a student this life around. No, I had decided to disguise myself this time around as the history teacher whose name was George Alexander Lafayette. Of course, my students called me 'Frenchy' half the time due to my last name and my, what they called, heavy French accent. I had many of my fellow teachers approach me and ask me if I was alright with these high schoolers calling me that. In response, I had laughed and responded with saying that I needed to expand the voice of the young, for they would one day shape our future. If they felt like calling me Frenchy was a way of expressing themselves, then I wouldn't top them. Besides, it was just a word. I had no reason to get worked up over it.

"Hey Frenchy, when is that essay due?" Clair Keller asked me. She was a hard working student, with family roots that traced to Germany. When she wasn't at school, she said she liked to paint pictures in the desert. I had even purchased one of the sunset. She had a bright future.

Looking at my lesson planner, I sighed and said, "Don't worry Clair, the essay isn't due until Monday. How far are you in it?"

She let out a laugh. "I'm almost done."

"Of course you are." I laughed back before saying, "But, if you take advice from me, then I would wait until this weekend to finish."

In return, she raised an eyebrow. "You, as a teacher, are telling me to procrastinate?"

"Yes." I answered. "At least until after our joint field trip this Thursday and Friday with Ms. Anderson's last period music class."

In return, Clair nodded and said, "That seems like a good idea." When she smirked, I had a feeling that this might not end well for me. "And another good idea for me would be to get out of here while you wake up Nakadai." She then bolted out of the door.

I sighed as I glanced over at the sleeping foreign exchange student. Her history book was laying in front of her and her head was face down on her doodle book. I knew it was a doodle book because I had caught her messing with it in the beginning of the year. I told her that it would be alright as long as she was passing my class. So far she was…barely. This essay due Monday would see if she would be made or broken.

Waking her up was no fun task either. I woke her up the first time and I ended up with a broken nose. There was 'blood' everywhere. I made it so my soliform mimicked what happened to regular humans when they got an injury. I never regretted it until then. Some of the girls, fainted and everyone else was panicking. Thankfully, Sarah, that is Ms. Anderson, had been returning to her classroom when this happened and helped get everyone calmed down, and awake.

Now, I had perfected a way to wake up Ms. Nakadai without major injury.

"Ms. Nakadai, if you don't wake up, then I will have to call your host parents." The young girl's eyes snapped open and she glanced around before saying, "Where is everyone?" She then looked up at the clock then at me before she sighed and said, "I fell asleep again?"

Nodding, I motioned to her book before saying, "You are still passing my class Ms. Nakadai, but remember that this upcoming essay due Monday will make or break your grade for the year."

She nodded and was about to say something when the sound of honking drew both of our attentions outside. Like clockwork, the green SUV was there to pick her up like it had for the past five months. At first, I had been curious about it but, now, it was just another part of life. "Oh, got to go. See ya tomorrow teach!"

"And don't forget to get your permission slip for the field trip Miko. It's due tomorrow!" I yelled after her.

"You'll have it Frenchy!" She yelled before she got out of the door.

I was pretty sure that girl made all of this much more stressful. I didn't have this many problems with Robin Locksley when we crossed passed back during the middle ages. That man was childish but that girl had him beat.

"I'm pretty sure this field trip will kill us."

I looked next to me at my red haired brown eyed 'childhood' friend Sarah Anderson as she stepped forward. We both came from Montana to teach down here when we got laid off. Thankfully, we found two positions open in this small town that we specialized in, myself in world history since ancient Sumer and her in music. Plus, in a small town, we could have a lot of fun with our classes. Including this field trip to Carson City to look at the culture and history that was available for exhibit.

In response to her however, I smirked. "Well, we all have to go sometime. Why not teaching rambunctious upstarts?"

In return, she laughed, "I swear George, I can't take you anywhere." She then let out another laugh and said, "Of course, at least I don't have to watch Nakadai. That might just kill you."

Hilarious. She had definitely inherited her ancestor's gene of making me nervous. The ancestor I was talking about was the reason why she and I were good friends, or how we even knew each other now. If it wasn't for him, I would most likely not still reside in America.

"Of course Sarah, and you will be dragged into whatever mess I am when those two friends of hers in our class, Jackson Darby and Rafael Esquivel, try and stop her. You remember the spring carnival a few weeks ago?" In which Ms. Nakadai somehow managed to bring down the stage and all the lights while trapping herself and her two friends with her so all three of them got in trouble.

Her face fell at that. "Dang, I forgot about them being friends. Well, there went the rest of my sanity." Sarah then turned to leave the school before saying, "So, you got any plans tonight? I'm making my famous ravioli tonight."

As tempting as that ravioli sounded, I had other plans. "I would love to but I have a date with some tests our wards took last Friday." I then pointed at the small stack of tests that were on my desk.

In return, Sarah shrugged her shoulders before saying, "Maybe another day then. I'll see you tomorrow." She then walked toward the doors.

Smirking, I nodded. "Of course. Wouldn't want to be late for our inmates?" Laughter was the response she gave me as she walked out the doors.

Once the doors were closed, I sighed as I walked to sit at my desk. Right now, we were going over America's history and, unfortunately, this subject always opened old wounds. I thought that teaching for ten years now would have made it easier, but that did not happen. Plus, since this was my first year here in Jasper, then I knew that it would be even harder to cope with since I wasn't used to everything around me.

Not only did this subject bring back memories of Dragonia and how similar our past was to America, but it took me back to when I lived during that time, when I was an…well, and aide-de-kamp to the Marquis de Lafayette. And he so happened to be Sarah's ancestor.

Way back when, before I had met the Lafayette, I had been living a life of a rising politician in France when I had met the young man. He was to be travelling to America to offer his services to this American Revolution and asked me to come with him. I was more than gracious to accept, curious about how America had developed since the time I was down in the southern part of that part of the globe as a pirate. However, I hadn't actually made it much into America and I was curious as to how the colony was fighting the British.

But, I didn't realize then how big of an impact their Revolution would have on me. It was so similar to the Dragonian Revolution that I had been nervous the whole time. I knew that Benedict Arnold would betray them because he had acted so much like Anarcum. General Washington was almost a male human copy of Pandimala and it had been a privilege to meet him and work with him.

When the battle of Yorktown came, I was extremely nervous about our alliance to France and I told both Washington and Lafayette this. However, they had faith in the French. So, I had stayed at headquarters during that final battle and waited for word that the French had betrayed us.

…But it never came.

I think that was what hit me most. Dragonia's ally had stabbed us in the back and we had lost the Revolution, our General Chaom offlined. However, France had stayed true to the American people and the battle of Yorktown had been the turning point that led to America's victory in their Revolution.

I looked down at a test I had in my hand and scanned the answers in comparison to my key and sighed when one of the answer's I thought was obvious got missed terribly. "Washington was from Virginia, not Maryland." I sighed as I marked the answer wrong. Sometimes, these new generations made me worry for the future of this country and all that their ancestors fought for…what I had fought for.

Originally, I had planned to leave America after the Revolution and, for a small time, I did. But, when Lafayette and I returned to France, he became the first human to find out that I was not so human. Thankfully, the man was able to take my true form in stride without thinking that I was some demon and had to be destroyed. The Marquis de Lafayette said that he would keep my secret under one condition. While he understood my dream to return to Pandimala once mankind created the technology for deep space travel, he made me promise that, until that time came, that I would watch out for his generations that followed.

And, right before the American Civil War, that promise brought me back to this country and had kept me here ever since. I had fought for the North to free the slaves, I had fought in the war theater in Europe during WWI and had helped retaliate against the Japanese after they attacked Pearl Harbor in WWII. However, I was able to avoid the draft for both Vietnam and Korea by getting my teaching license and going to school. I had never seen the point of us fighting over there and, for a small time, I had been a hippie. After that, however, I came into this soliform and 'grew up' with Sarah.

"Are you kidding me?" I growled as I looked at this test belonging to Vince. He normally did alright on the obvious ones but this one was stealing the cake. "Unlike in my own situation, France did not betray the Revolution!" That was irritating. I had thrown that question in there for people to get extra points but, somehow, this idiot had gotten it wrong!

…I shouldn't say idiot. I was a teacher this time around and not a student. It wasn't appropriate for me to say that…or think it in this case. I was supposed to be professional.

Once I finished grading the tests, I stood up and glanced outside to see that it was almost dark out with only a few rays of sunshine to light the way home. Perfect timing. Once I gathered my papers and personal items, I walked out of the school and made my way to walking home. Yes, I had my alt mode and vehicles were around now that I could scan and safely stay hidden, but my alt mode was too sporty for an area like this. I only took it out to exercise the gears and to get it washed. Other than that, I walked. Even in the snow.

Of course, that helped with the fact that I had kept my long cloak given to me at Valley Forge by Lafayette himself in perfect condition over the years and it still kept me plenty warm. My whole outfit was pretty much still from that time and it was another reason that the children called me Frenchy.

Glancing up at the sky, I sighed as I saw the stars twinkling in the night. Every time I looked at them, like Pandimala said to, I thought of Dragonia, of her and all the other generals. Chaom and his sense of justice, Vox and his wit and determination, Scallion and his need to find out all the answers, Chorale and her sense of optimism when all hope was gone, Comet Gale and his crazy brothers and sister, Aranzer and is flexibility and his organization Cirkus, and finally Jabberwocky and how she charged into battle without hesitation and was always there for backup. Besides Chaom, who I knew was offline, were any of the others still alive?

And that had my thoughts going to my own aide-de-kamp Once-Ler. He must have been devastated to hear of my offlining. Was he still alright? That mech had been one of my closest friends outside the leadership circle and I hoped that, one day, I would meet the green mech again and see him use that weapon on his back that he called a Thneed. With just a few strums of the Thneed, Once-Ler could turn it into any weapon that he had data on.

Once I arrived at my house, I opened the door and walked inside. The set up inside was simply enough and the only things out of the ordinary were my collection of artifacts that I had saved throughout the ages. A chisel from my time in Ancient Sumer, Duamutef the canopic jar I received from Pharaoh Menes in Egypt, an unseen draft page of the Illiad from Homer, a sandal from the Spartan Leonidas, a poem from Sophocles, an extra sword from Alexander the Great, the dagger that Brutus used to kill Julius Ceaser, silk cloth from Marco Polo, a map from Christopher Columbus, one of King Henry the VIII robes, a rough draft of 'Macbeth' from Shakespeare, a prototype telescope from Galileo, notes from Isaac Newton, a pistol from Lafayette, a spare pair of Washington's glasses, a rough draft of the Constitution…

And the point was that I pretty much had a museum that would make any other museum jealous because I got every single one of these artifacts first hand. Of course, the ones on display now where copies I made and the originals were in my subspace. I had many more items but these were the ones that were on display right now. I got around pretty well, now that I looked back. This planet, while I still viewed it as a sort of prison keeping me from seeing my selanitra, had experienced so much I such a short time span.

I cleared my thoughts as I hopped into the shower and washed off. While I really didn't need to do this, I picked up the habit of bathing myself when I was around the Roman Empire and I was invited quite often to the public baths by official politicians. Also, I had found that 'cleaning' my soliform actually helped take some of the stress away from the day.

After about five minutes, I was relaxed enough so I turned off the water before I changed into my sleep garments. As strange as they were, I found the gown itself quite comfortable when sleeping. I did get rid of the stockings and the night cap, but the gown itself was a part of my sleep routine.

Once that was done, I went to the kitchen and warmed up some leftover Blanquette de Veau with a glass of red Bordeaux. I would forever be grateful for the Marquis de Lafayette and his family for introducing me to this meal combination and even giving me the recipe for the Blanquette de Veau. It had taken me only a few months after I started using a soliform to learn how to eat with it and use the energy from the food and convert it to energon. I was grateful because the energon deposits that I had detected when I arrived to this planet had spread themselves out far and wide.

"Well, time to get some rest." I muttered to myself after my meal was done. Setting my dishes by the sink, I made my way to my bedroom before laying down on my bed and glancing up at the ceiling to clear my mind.

Like every time I tried to relax, my memories from my past flooded through my head. Arriving on Dragonia and meeting Chaom and Pandimala, fighting side by side many Dragonians fighting for our freedom, nights where us in the inner circle would sit around a fire and just have fun telling stories and playing games.

Our army was never focused on war. We were a family…we still are a family. One day, once I was able to get my hands on deep space technology, I would leave and find them so once again we could share moments like we used to. Back when we were all happy and as one. We shared all the pain, happiness, sorrow, and joy that every member of our family felt and we took vengeance.

And that was another of my plans. If I ever ran into any Crassen here on Earth, then I would not hesitate to put them down. Hopefully, I would be able to draw it out for what they did to my selanitra and Chaom. To all of us who had fought so hard for our freedom.

Glancing at the clock next to me, I saw that it was already ten o'clock and that meant that I had better get some rest. Tomorrow was going to be a very long day and I knew that I wanted to get through the rest of this school year in peace. That was what I really wanted.

Marquis: I have a feeling that something is going to happen on this field trip.

Authoress: Yes, of course there is. But, it might not be as obvious as you think it is to guess. If you do, I would be impressed. Of course, the best is to come near the end of it.

Marquis: ...What does that mean? *turns to see Authoress vanished*

AN: Adn here is the new story! I am uber excited for this one and I can't wait to get this flowing. As time line goes, I think it is at the beginning of season 2 where Bumblebee already lost his t-cog but before the next episode. Up until the t-cog part, don't try and assume what is going to happen based on the show. I am planning many changes and they will turn your heads untl they pop off! *evil laughter*...Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this and I hope to have the next chapter up soon. Until next time, drop a review...even to say hi, and then we can meet and have smores over the roasting Starscream! So...TTYL! *cooking smores*