Title: In the Name of God We Trust
Universe: Live-action Movie 2007, ROTF, and DOTM
Characters/Pairing: Many characters and pairings. Main one is Optimus/Blackout (yeah it is totally rare-pairing)
Rating: K+ for this chapter, but will be M later
Warnings: Cannon-sue, gender-bending, OOCness
Note: I've been planning this fic since ROTF, but decided to wait for the final one to fill in the holes... DOTM made more holes... and for cannon-sue (I believe that is the term) I'll try to refrain as much as possible... It was just that to revive my favourite character (Blackout) things went weird and sue-ish...


He was dying. The pain began under his plating, blazing wildly throughout his chassis. The physical pain of dying was indeed intolerable, but it was nothing compared to his emotional agony. He failed.

He failed. He failed his lord, his master. He was his lord's hound, but he failed his role. He was worthless. He could not fulfill the role given to him, therefore he was worthless. He was weak. It was simple as that. And he will die because of a shot by a fleshling…

'I don't want to die! I can't!'

A little voice that was certainly not his own echoed in his spark, the pitch was high like a sparkling and the tone… It was strange yet so familiar as if it was always there. With that thought as the last thing going over his processor, his spark blacked out.


When Cybertron imploded, a spark began its pulse once again.

Accessing Code 292378766377: Receiving energy... Source: Cybertron… Energy: equivalent for 285 lives…

Activating Code 25225688: Demolishing outer spark shell… 3%... 23%... 65%... Complete.

Code 25225688: can not continue at the moment... Spark: unstable. Recalibration in process… 12%... 25%... 56%... 88%... Complete.

Activating Code 292378766377: Re-establishing Spark Bond... ERROR

Code 292378766377: Terminate…

Code 25225688: Data decryption in progress… Unit 1: Complete… Unit 2: Complete… Unit 3: Complete… Unit 4: ERROR… Unit 4: No data…

Data: Fragmented… Defrag: Delayed until more reliable energy source is available…

Self-repair system: Accessible. Initiate repair. Materials: rich near-by.

Nano-machines from one of the fallen Cybertronians moved across the salt water to other fallen Cybertronians. The nano-machines took the resources it needed to repair its host from the dead bodies. Since their host was not in a healthy condition to begin with, barely surviving actually, the repair process was tedious. All damages were repaired as far as self-repair could go. Although the frame was heavily damaged, most of the mass was unnecessary, so the body was removed of its unnecessary mass, and used the detached frame to fix the rest.

The damage was heavy overall, and the being's program recognized that time has passed enough for the being to have an adult frame. So while the nano-machines worked to fix the damage, it also made modifications in the frame. The repair and modifications took a long time to be finished, and when they were done, the being woke to find darkness surrounding it.


The Autobots were not in their best situations. They lost many comrades, and as the Decepticons were defeated, the governments on Earth did not want them. While the humans wanted their technology, they will be kept, but once the technology trade is complete, they will be disposed. The Autobots knew that humans will not hesitate in exiling them or disposing them. There was no hope. Only the comradeship provided by NEST was their only comfort.

::HELP!::

All Autobots in NEST headquarters froze at the desperate shout over their comm. It was the Cybertronian distress channel that rang with the message. In a state of war, it was not uncommon for the opposing faction to use the distress channel to lure the enemy, so Autobots waited to figure if the message was true or not. Although the war ended, there were some stray Decepticons.

::Help… Please… Someone help me… Where am I? It's so dark here… It's… It's not Cybertron… Someone… Anyone… Save me…::

The voice was babbling and sobbing in distress, the terrified emotion evident in message. And the voice sounded somewhat mature, but something about the tone told them the owner of the voice was very young. While listening to the message, Autobots tried to identify the location of origin, but without a distress beacon they could not find where the owner of the voice was. Optimus accessed the distress channel.

::Do you have your distress beacon?::

::I… I do …::

::Can you activate it?::

::I…think so… I got it… And… And access it? … Oh Primus!::

Agonizing shriek filled the channel. Before the Autobots could search for the signal, they cringed at the terrified shriek that hurt their audio receptors. And then they computed that something happened and their spark sank in fear. They quickly searched for the signal and located it: The Laurentian Abyss.

::HELP! No no no no no no I don't want to die! I can't! HELP!::

::Stay calm! What's wrong?::

::T-they… They are all dead! Am I going to die like them? No… No no no no no…::

And then the voice faded out. Autobots hurried to form a rescue team. The fear and panic that the voice felt were hovering over their processors like a ghost, the emotions were so raw and pure that they could not think of it as a scheme.

Optimus, Ratchet, and Jolt borrowed one of the ships owned by NEST to get to the location. Diving in to the dark water, they continued to fall until they could see the white light of the distress beacon. Following the light, they could see the corpses of the Decepticons from the battle years ago. But they did not see any other Cybertronian. Wondering, they moved around the ocean floor in search for the mysterious being.

"Is anyone here?"

"There is a possibility that he is under statis after the message."

"Alright, Ratchet, scan for spark signature."

A complete silence excluding the scanning sound filled the area. When the scan was complete and the results were obtained, Ratchet's expression became confused. Ratchet scanned again, and blurted out his disbelief.

"Impossible."

"What's the problem, Ratchet?"

"The signature is identical to Cybertron."

"What?"

"The spark signature of the one we are trying to help is identical to Cybertron."

Everyone paused. Jolt was first to speak.

"But… this is Earth…"

"My point exactly. And it is impossible for a mech to have the signature of Cybertron."

"Ratchet, did you find where the mech is?"

"Yes."

They moved to a nearby formation of rocks. Behind the rocks, away from the light, a figure was crouching. Under rust and sand, they could not see the features clearly. Making a subtle noise, Ratchet approached the figure.

"Are you alright?"

No answer and no motion at all. Ratchet carefully nudged, and the figure swayed in the water. Slightly floating in the current, sand washed away and they could see that the figure was an adult Cybertronian femme. She was fairly tall and very thin, but that thinness appeared to be a result of lacking components. Optimus caught the frame before it drifted too far away and held on to her carefully.

"He… I mean she is under statis. We better return to base. I can not repair her here."

They all activated their jet-pack and returned to the surface. The mysterious femme stayed near-dead for the entire trip.

Onboard the ship, they could see the femme's features very clearly. She was about as tall as Ratchet and her colour was all washed out. The armour was very thin, but assuming from the damage overall, the femme's self-repair must have thinned out the armour to build the missing parts. However, it was not those that caught their optics. She was…

"Beautiful…"

Optimus murmured without much thought. But no one was able to point that out. While the spectrum of beauty was different for everyone, it was evident that she was crafted to fit in the definition of aesthetics. She appeared to be fragile and charismatic at the same time. Her face was much smoother in design than most bots, almost human-like in its smoothly curved plates. And something about her features was familiar as if once seen, but he could not remember who.

"Who are you?"

Optimus whispered. The femme stayed silent.