Old friends, new faces

Hey there, everyone. I know I should be working on WLTUD, but at the moment, I'm a little bit stuck. I was reading back through some of my stories the other day, and remembered that I'd left Remembrance with quite an open ending. So this is the sequel. Tell me what you think, please! I hope I can live up to your standards! This little plot bunny wouldn't leave me a lone, and I believe that it has potential for a multi-chapter fic. It starts out from Spike's point of view, and then the rest of the chapter is from the third person.

Disclaimer- If you refer to Remembrance, you'll see that I don't own Transformers, Doctor Who or any other related items. They belong to their respective companies; I have nothing to do with them! :(

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(Spike's journal entry)

Five months had passed since that day when The Professor had left our lives. Things were beginning to go back to normal. Only beginning to, mind you. The Decepticons had attacked a couple of times, clearly hoping that the Autobots would be too upset to fight back. They were very much mistaken. Many of them, in their current states, especially a few I think you can guess, had turned out to be quite a force to be reckoned with, causing the Decepticons to turn tail and run off to lick their wounds. It seemed to have cheered some of them up as I watched them. I still missed her. She had filled a space that we didn't even realise was empty until she came along. Wheeljack had cheered up slightly, and was now able to enter his laboratory, albeit not for very long. He had even started inventing again. Life was beginning to go back to normal. Of course we missed her, how could we not? But I realised that we had to move on, just like she told us to. I hadn't been back to the memorial for two months, deciding that it would be best that way. Until one day.

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After everything that had happened, Spike had begun smiling again, much to the relief of everyone, especially his father. The Autobots had gained a new friend- Carly. While she wasn't the Professor, Spike found himself becoming close to her.

"Wow, she sounds like she was quite a person," Carly commented, after Spike told him their story.

"She was. She was amazing. In fact, we have a memorial for her in a small park not too far away from the city."

"You do? She must have meant a lot to you."

"Yeah, but…not as much as she did to Wheeljack. He's coming round, but he's still not completely healed." He bowed his head.

"He must have really loved her."

"Yeah. And I think she loved him, too." Spike sighed. "Tell you what, instead of telling you about it, why don't we take you to see it? I haven't been in a couple of months, so I think it would be great to go and see it again."

"Yeah, ok. I'd like that." Spike smiled.

"Ok. Let me just go and find Bumblebee." He got up and left. Carly smiled.

"Wow, I'm really looking forward to seeing this memorial. I'll bet it's absolutely spectacular!"

Only three minutes later, they were off in Bumblebee to see the memorial. It didn't take long, only a fifteen minute drive, to get to the park. Bumblebee opened his passenger and driver side doors, letting his passengers out before transforming. Once again, not many people were in the park.

"It's certainly not a popular park, is it?" Carly asked.

"Not really. I'm pretty glad of that. It means that it won't be vandalised or anything like that. C'mon, it's only round the corner. After you," he stretched his hand out to the side, allowing Carly to go past. Spike smiled to Bumblebee, who smiled back.

"You sure you want to do this?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure, Bee." He sighed and followed the young woman round the corner.

"Believe me Carly, you're in for a big….surprise." his mouth fell open in shock.

"Is that it? I thought it would be more than just an empty platform and a plaque." Carly asked, somewhat let down.

"I-I…I don't believe this! Where is it?!" Bumblebee came over to them.

"This is weird. Where'd it go?" he asked. Spike ran over to the empty platform, hopping up onto it. He looked for signs of scratch marks, in case it had somehow been dragged off the stone foundation.

"But-but-but-but, it was here! It can't have just disappeared! It can't have!" Carly looked round the foundation, also. There was nothing to suggest that it had been dragged off the foundation, which meant that it had to have been lifted, or else vanished of its own accord.

"Didn't you say that the Professor said it was telepathic?" Carly asked. Spike nodded.

"Yeah, but it wouldn't do something like this! Not unless it had been programmed to!"

"You think it's been stolen?"

"No! It can't have been! It was a bloody phone booth! It couldn't have just vanished into thin air! Well, ok, it could but that's only if the Professor was in it!"

"Spike, calm down."

"Yeah, you're gonna give Blue a run for his money." Bumblebee added, smiling slightly.

"How can I be calm!? It's gone! It's just gone! No one could power it but the Professor! No one…" A sudden thought struck him. "What if… no, no no no no, c'mon Spike, think about it, will you? You saw her get shot! She can't be…"

"What Spike?" Bumblebee asked, putting his arm round the young man's shoulders.

"I was just thinking, the Professor and her race were the only ones who could power the TARDIS, and her race is dead. No one else could power it. No one at all. So, what if…what if I was wrong? What if she actually isn't dead? What if she somehow survived?"

"C'mon Spike. The Professor was an amazing person, but she couldn't have actually survived a shot at literally point blank from Megatron's Fusion Cannon! It's just, impossible!"

"Yeah, I suppose you're right, Bee. What are we going to do?"
"I think we'd better tell the others," Carly replied. Spike looked up, clearly forgetting that she was there.

"Yeah, that would be an idea." Bumblebee transformed, ready to take them back to base.

"My my, that's quite an empty memorial, isn't it?" a voice said. Spike spun round, almost expecting to see a Decepticon. Instead, he saw a young woman with bright blonde hair and bright green eyes.

"Who're you?" he asked, defensively. How dare a stranger come over and tell him how empty the memorial was? He knew it was!

"Oh, I'm just a passer-by. Don't mind me." She had a strangely soothing voice which seemed to melt his anger before he even realised he was angry. With that, she walked on by. Carly walked over to him.

"What was that all about?" she asked.

"I-I don't know. I've never seen her before. C'mon, let's get back to base." The got in Bumblebee and made their way back to the Arc.

"I said that we would meet again someday. Someday soon, I will return."

In the Arc…

"That's what I'm saying, Optimus Prime, it's just gone! Vanished!" Spike stated after telling the Autobots about their findings.

"It could be Decepticons," Red Alert suggested.

"I don't think so, Red. The Decepticons wouldn't know what to do with it. Besides, what use do they have for it?"

"That is a very good question, Hoist."

"Prime, I think I may know, if they have taken it that is."

"Go on, Wheeljack." The scientist sighed. He had taken the blow that the memorial to the Professor had been taken away, but for now, he seemed to cope well.

"Well, she…the Professor told me that at the heart of the TARDIS was the Time Vortex, the pathway that she travels in. it's a massive amount of energy, but it's dangerous. She told me that if it was absorbed, it would drive you insane with the fact that you'd be able to see the past, the present and the future, all rolled into one. That's what she sees. Or saw." Spike couldn't help but notice that the last two words were added with some amount of bitterness.

"Like I said- Decepticons! It's always the Decepticons!"

"Easy, Red. We don't know the facts."

"I still don't think that it is the Decepticons. There was no sign of it being physically pulled off the memorial, in anyway. It has, quite literally vanished!"

"Well, let's see. It's getting late now, so we'll figure out what to do tomorrow." The Autobots nodded and separated, either going to the rec room or to their own quarters. Spike bid goodnight to Wheeljack and left to go to his own room on the ship along with his father. Wheeljack sighed and, out of habit, made his way down to his laboratory. He only realised where he was the moment he got to the door.

"Ah, may as well. I haven't been in for sometime. C'mon, 'Jack. You've gotta get over this! She was an organic; you're a machine, Primus' sake!"

"Why should you let that stop you?" a voice asked from somewhere nearby. Ratchet stepped round the corner.

"Oh, hey Ratch. You startled me." The CMO smiled softly. "How are you keeping?" he asked.

"You know me, 'Jack. Keep myself in lost in my work so I don't have time to think about it."

"Ain't that a bad way of coping?" Wheeljack asked, raising an optic ridge. Ratchet laughed slightly.

"Maybe, but it seems to work for you." 'Jack's head fins lit up magenta in a blush. He slumped slightly. If it was anyone else, they wouldn't have noticed, but this was Ratchet.

"C'mon, let's get you inside." The medic took hold of his arm, gently pulling him into the laboratory. Once they were comfortable, he pulled two cubes of high grade from his subspace pocket, handing one to the scientist.

"Thanks Ratch. Where would I be without ya?"

"Probably in a pile of scrap metal with the remains of your 'minor setbacks'," Ratchet replied. They laughed.

"Yeah, probably." They fell into silence for a while. Wheeljack jumped up suddenly.

"What is it?" Ratchet asked, jumping as well.

"I-I thought I heard something." The CMO looked around. There was nothing there.

"What do you think you heard?"

"I don't know. I'm probably going out of my mind, but I was sure that I heard the TARDIS's engines." The medic shook his head.

"Jack…"

"I know, I know. It's my grief. I'm hearing things that I want to be there." Ratchet closed his mouth and chuckled softly. Trust Wheeljack to know exactly what I was going to say before I even said it.

"Ok, Jack. I've got work to do. Try and get some recharge. And come and see me tomorrow morning, I'll check your audios. Ok? No arguments!" Wheeljack slumped.

"Fine. See you tomorrow morning then." Ratchet nodded and left the lab. The moment the door was shut, 'Jack jumped up and started searching the room. I'm sure I heard it. I heard something, I know I did! He found nothing. "Oh look at yourself, Wheeljack! You're being as bad as Red Alert on one of his paranoid trips!" he sighed, remembering what the Professor would say in this situation.

"It helps to be careful sometimes, anyone can just walk in." Wheeljack whipped around, looking towards the area the voice came from. There was no sound, nothing moved. Shaking his head, he decided he was imagining things and retreated to his recharge berth.

At the other end of the room, a young woman clamped her hand down on her mouth. She hadn't meant for it to slip out. She waited until everything was quiet, waited for the unique sounds of a recharging mech before she acted. Slipping out of her hiding place, she clambered over long forgotten parts on to a work table, stopping only to put something down. And then she left, almost disappeared again into the corner.

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And there's chapter 1. Hope you like it! I'll be writing more soon, promise! And I'll be writing more on WLTUD, too. If anyone has any suggestions for said story, please feel free to let me know!