This is my first Transformers fic, so please be kind.
Disclaimer: No. Disclaimers are bullshit and you know it. If I did own Transformers, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, now would I?
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It was Sunday. The kids were off school, and the Decepticons hadn't tried to pull anything for months. Bulkhead, Bumblebee, and Miko were off doing Primus-knows-what, Jack was having a heated discussion with Arcee about her reckless driving habits and so on, and Raf was half-heartedly explaining for the seventh time to Ratchet why his Cybertronian science projects weren't going to cut it at an Earth school, while he, Ratchet, and Optimus were watching the monitors. They were all rather disheartened, though, by the lack of excitement lately, and were beginning to lose hope of anything showing up on the screen. As they turned to go, a small, high-pitched ping sounded from the monitor screen.
Ratchet wheeled around, furiously tapping at the keyboard, and suddenly letting out a startled gasp.
"What is it, Ratch?" Raf asked, craning his neck to see what he'd found.
"The screens are picking up an unidentified Cybertronian energy signature. A spark."
"Decepticon?" Optimus inquired, almost apprehensively.
"What part of UNIDENTIFIED do you not understand?! Our best bet is to ground bridge to it's coordinates and determine whether they're friend or foe."
Bulkhead and Miko, who had been eavesdropping from the other side of the room, volunteered excitedly.
A few minutes later, they disappeared through the ground bridge, accompanied by Optimus, to a small suburban city in Northern California.
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Unbeknownst to them, Bulkhead, Optimus, and Miko were not the first ones to get there, nor did their presence go unnoticed. A pair of vigilant blue eyes watched them enter what appeared to be a crashed starship, the source of the cybertronian life sign was coming from within the wreckage. As the Autobots and their human companion entered the ship, a small figure slipped out from behind a bolder and followed them inside.