Cricket

by: moonlightbear

Author's notes: I have yet to finish a story, but this one has a tighter timeline then many of my past stories and therefore I have new hope! and I've already written several of the chapters before I started posting... ... ... At most you'll have a great start to an interesting story and I'm sure you're imaginations are fantastic enough to fill in the blanks!!

ok... on to the story!

WAIT! HALT! disclaimer :) yeah... I really wished I own Shia but... I don't... OH! and I don't own any of the transformers either... I only own: cricket, samantha, and the few other people you don't recognize ;)

AND! AND!! summary: 2yrs after the mega battle in Mission City chaos erupts again as Starscream returns and goes after a power only an 18yr old girl holds. It's a race against time, but she is not alone... say hello Cricket, "Hello."

ok... seriously, on to the story!!

Chapter One: A Cybertronian Story

--1809--

Two friends sat together in the middle of the Catskill Mountains. They were an odd pair, and so they were happy for the thick trees that sheltered them from view. One was an older woman in her late 40s, and the other was an enormous robot. There wasn't a lot of time left, her time was short.

"Tell me the story again, Cricket." The woman said.

"Since the dawn of time, on a planet far, far away is a child of great power." The robot quoted from memory.

"So there were others before me?"

"Yes," The robot answered.

"And there will be others after me?"

"Yes, Anna." Cricket replied.

"Will she be safe?"

"Yes, that is why you wrote the note, and I will give it to her when her time comes. I will protect her with my life." Cricket explained, trying to ease the woman's worries. They became silent again and Anna looked at her friend. He continued the story: "The power within the child is said to rival the power of our All Spark. Two halves of a whole. In the 18th planet cycle the child's power will peak, and it will die, when the child dies for seven generations. The power lays dormant until the next child arises... They are the key to fix what has been wronged."

"What has been wronged?" Anna asked.

"I don't know, it could be one thing... or maybe everything and nothing." Cricket replied.

"You riddle too much." She stated, with a smile.

"I know," He laughed, they both laughed.

"Could the story be talking about the war on your home planet?" She asked once they settled down again.

"It could, but the story has been told for centuries before the war." Cricket replied, and then continued, "If the next one, like you, is to fix what has been wronged, which side of the war is wrong? Both will say they did what was right, so in their own minds they did nothing wrong. I have no side." He said the last sentence quickly, and he answered her unvoiced question. "But" He continued earnestly, "I know who I can trust. Who will not judge, who will not harm."

"The one whose here now, he can't be trusted, can he?" She asked.

"No." The robot answered.

"He won't hurt my son, right? Or my grand-babies?" Anna asked worryingly.

"No, if he does moblize again, he will not be able to sense the power until 18 days before the new child's 18th earth cycle."

"And you will protect her?"

"With my life!"

"As you did with me." The old woman sighed, leaning against the great machine. She knew Cricket was one of a kind. He had been there since she was 28, and he broke her out of the strange science lab she had been force to call home the last 3yrs. He helped her find her 5yr old son, and helped her regain a half way normal life. He taught her how to control the power, how to hid it from the basic human. "Thank you my friend."

"I wish I could have protected you from this." Cricket knew she was ill, she would die soon. It reminded him all too often of the time he was almost too late. He had felt her power when she first gained it and he headed in that direction, but he was light-years away and took so long to get there. She was nearly dead in that lab, and he felt so guilty, but he was able to help her. He was very sad, now.

"No Cricket, it's my time. I can not live forever, we both know this." She told him in a comforting tone. She slowly got up and walked down a narrow path and found her horse, Charity. A moment later a green carriage rolled up to the horse, Anna attached the two together, climbed aboard, and moved down the path to her son's home.

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--That day she gave the carriage to her son, Mark. He remembered the carriage for as long as he could remember, and he knew it was important to her.

--Anna lived another six months before passing away in 1810.

--A year after his mother's death, his son was born.

--As Mark got older he decided to give his son the carriage in 1840.

--Mark's son learned of Cricket, and became his best friend, so when he became old and gray he granted Cricket's wishes. Cricket was left to the youngest of his 6 grandsons, George, in 1893.

--George also learned of Crickets specialty in 1901 when he complained of not having a real car like his older brother. Cricket was now a new and improved, green Curved Dash Oldsmobile.

--George was nearly divorce because he refused to get a new car in 1919 because he still had the 1901 Curved Dash Oldsmobile. Cricket agreed to change and turned into a green, 1919 Ford Touring Sudan, and George went home to find a very happy wife.

--In 1931 Cricket was passed on to Micheal, George's middle son, who thought the car was absolutely incredible, and he had no idea what the car really was.

--All he knew was that his father said keep it in the family, but Micheal had no children and so he gave it to his little brother's oldest son, Thomas, who just turned 25 in 1953.

--Thomas was a car man, he told all his problems to his car. He never realized his car had been listening to his many rants until his girlfriend kicked him out and he slept in the car. This happened several times and the old car never had a roof, so he'd freeze most nights. So one night in late Dec. 1978, the car started to drive it's self. You can imagine the look on Thomas' face, even more so when the car dumped him on the side of the highway. A moment later another vehicle driving it's self stopped in front of Thomas and open a door for him to get in. Cricket explained himself, to an extent, and Thomas no longer had cold nights in the car.

--Thomas passes away in Nov. of 2007 and in his Will he leaves the now green, 1979 Chevy Suburban Silverado to his 16yr old granddaughter.

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ok first chapter done!! this should be good... I'll update once a week but don't worry i already have several chapter done!...

the cybertronian story is in italics...

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