Title: Transformers – The Human Condition

Author: LJ

Summery: Movie-Verse: A strange quantum wave effects the Autobots on Earth. Now they must figure out a way to return to their robotic forms, and try to uncover the origins of the strange quantum wave and it's encoded message.

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: Sam/Mikeala, Bee/Mikeala (fluff/flirt), Ratchet(Robot & Human)/Wheeljack

Author's note: Sortta a cross over with Beast Wars. Came up with the idea while trying to design the Autobots in human form. Hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Don't sue please, I'm a poor college student!

Author's Note v. 2.0: Two things, one, forgot to add a pairing (Ratchet/Wheeljack) and two, this may be getting rather more violent as chapters go on. So the Rating may go up to R for graphic violence. But hopefully it won't be for very long, maybe just for a few chapters where Frenzy and Barricade are concerned (they're decepticons...) Enjoy:D Also, for readers of AIM Conversations, I apologize for the lack of chapter updates. Writers block has hit me hard with that story. hopefully I'll get out of my slump soon. :)

Chapter Two:

"Soundwave...? Is that you?" his voice was very weak as he looked around the darkened room. His body was still repairing itself, the damage he had taken during the battle at Hoover Dam left him close to death. He would always have a massive scar across his head from where his own horrible aim sliced it nearly in half.

"No, your creator hasn't yet entered this solar system. We're the only ones who are still functional out of the Decepticons, Frenzy. We need to find Megatron." Frenzy sat up and rubbed his optics confused at his lack of being able to see past the darkness.

"B-barricade? What's wrong? Why can't I see?!"

"You may not want to see what has become of you and I." Barricade's voice came from the darkness of a corner. Frenzy swallowed a strange liquid in his mouth, and strange sensations running through his body.

"Barricade...what the hell is going on?! Why do I feel so different?!" Frenzy shouted into the darkness towards where he heard Barricade's voice. An aggravated sigh came from the shadows and the sound of movement came from the same place.

"Fine, but be prepared to be disgusted." There was a sudden flash of light, and Frenzy covered his optics at the sudden flash. As the light passed, Frenzy blinked and looked around confused. Looking down at himself, he noticed the disgusting truth as to why his vision had faded to terribly. He was human. He was lanky and long limbed, about 5'4" in height, with rather pale skin. Silver white colored hair hung annoyingly into his face, long and loose. His eyes, were he able to see them, were ice blue, nearly white in color.

"Barricade?! What in the hell happened to-!" Frenzy turned to glare at his partner to see that where Barricade's voice had come from was a tall man of darker complexion. He was dressed in dark blue clothing that didn't quite seem to fit his muscular form. His hair was cropped close to his skull and was a lush black. His eyes were a dark brown.

"We're human. My scanners picked up a quantum surge earlier this evening, just after I killed those humans were using you for their experiments. When it hit, I lost consciousness for just about an hour, when I woke up I found myself naked so I helped myself to some clothes for myself and you, as well as this place to keep out of sight. I don't know if it's just us or the Autobots as well who have been changed." Barricade glared and crossed his arms over his chest obviously disgusted at being a filthy human insect. Frenzy felt the same way, and didn't blame the other Decepticon for his actions. Frenzy pulled the blanket up closer around him, feeling as though he could be sick from the knowledge of being human.

"How embarrassing..." he growled low under his breath. Suddenly, clothing was tossed over his head and Frenzy plucked it off looking at the other man.

"Get dressed, I've been doing some research while you were under human experimentation. Jazz has been revived. I believe that shards of the All Spark may still function to revive Megatron and the other Decepticons. Unfortunately I don't know where Megatron is. His shell was taken by the US government after his destruction, the only hope of reviving Megatron, and hopefully returning us to our rightful forms is by finding the Autobots; they will know where Megatron lays." Frenzy growled but put the clothes on getting up slowly from the bed. His body felt so heavy and pain still radiated into parts of his body. Obviously he was still healing, and being human meant it would take ten times as long.

"Where do we start then?" Frenzy asked slipping on a pair of sneakers that were far too big for him.

"Sam Witwicky. He's our starting point. Come on, we'll need to find transportation." As Barricade turned, Frenzy saw the Decepticon insignia upon the back of his neck. Frenzy sighed and got up, his short and lean body so different from Barricade's 6'1" form, following him out into the dark streets.

Jazz rubbed his shoulder and looked at the gang that tried to mug him. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. Something about being a 'mulatto bastard'...Jazz still didn't understand all of the human culture after all. It had been a five against one fight, but Jazz had seen worse odds. His shoulder had been sliced open a bit, but he was sure that he could find a doctor to stitch it back up, and be back on the 'road' so to speak. Leaving the darkened side of the Salvation Army store where he procured some clothes, Jazz contemplated this new, but very interesting turn of events.

He had been simply cruising the night life in Mission City, considering heading to Vegas, when his scanners went on the fritz. Picking up strange radiation from space, Jazz quickly got out of the main streets and headed for a darkened ally to transform. Just as he did, he was racked with pain and blacked out. When he awoke, he found himself to be shorter, skinnier, lighter, and very cold. As luck would have it though, he wasn't far from a salvation army drop off dumpster. Dressing himself in a pair of comfortable blue jeans and a white shirt and sneakers, Jazz saw himself in the darkened glass of the store. He had some physical characteristics of what humans designated 'African Americans', but also a lot of the 'white' characteristics, including his slicked back black hair that was very different from 'African American's' hair type. To Jazz, it felt, natural; and he didn't have any problem with it. Apparently, though, a gang of twenty year olds did. The fight didn't last long, and Jazz was able to knock them all out without a problem. Humans were still very strange and alien even to a local earth fanatic. Standing up to his full height, 5'11", Jazz held his shoulder and walked towards the road, hoping to get a taxi to take him to the hospital.

"Wonder how the other's are taking this..." he mused as he walked along. Slowly, he felt as though he was loosing consciousness. Looking down at his shoulder, he realized that the seemingly superficial cut was deeper than imagined, and wouldn't stop bleeding. Taking off his shirt, he went to a street light and realized that the knife had cut him to the bone. Not being any sort of medic, Jazz slowly began to panic. Leaning up against the lamp post Jazz tried to think of his basic medical training when he first joined the Autobots many years ago. Unfortunately none of this seemed to help. To stop energy drain you would stop the block by shutting down valves manually; humans did not have that luxury. Making a rather painful sound as he swore in Cybertronian, Jazz slid down to the ground and tried to stop the bleeding by reaching his fingers into the open wound to pinch off the brachial artery. Winching in pain Jazz looked up as a vehicle pulled up to the curb.

"Hey, you okay man?" the voice said. Jazz looked up and groaned before blacking out.

"KRACK!" Barricade smirked and let the man drop, his neck snapped.

"Thanks for the car," he said picking up the keys from the body. "Frenzy, let's go!" he barked. Frenzy looked over, from being look out, quickly running over.

"Sweet...hey we might as well take some cash while we're at it," Frenzy said picking the man's wallet and going through finding credit cards and cash inside. Smirking, Frenzy pocked it and jumped into the vehicle. "So how the pit are we going to find that runt? We don't have any tracking capabilities like this," he said buckling up out of habit from riding with the slightly crazy mech when he was a police car.

"We'll go to his last known address. No doubt the little vermin hasn't moved since the last time we saw him. It will unfortunately be a long trek to Tranquility, we'll have to get provisions. How much currency did he have on him?" Frenzy shrugged.

"Forty USD, a few credit cards though, but we don't know the pins, and I don't think either of us can sign for him, they usually want to see ID. I think we're a little screwed..." Frenzy leaned back and sighed. Tossing the wallet onto the dash board, Frenzy grumbled. Barricade turned on the car and backed out of the parking lot driving quickly onto the roadways.

"We'll have to deal with that, we don't need much more than forty dollars. We won't be human for very long." Barricade sped off towards the highway. Frenzy smirked and nodded leaning back and looking out the window at the other speeding cars. Soon Frenzy would be back to his mechanical self, and he and the other Decepticons would take their revenge upon the Autobots, the humans, and the rest of the galaxy.

"Mikeala, it's me, Sam. I know it's late but we have a bit of a problem. Look can you just meet me and Bee outside your house?" Sam frowned and tried his best to keep from falling off his bike as he and Bumblebee, on his mother's bike, rode towards her house.

"Sure...yeah. Just be careful okay?"

"I will. See you in five minutes..." Sam winched as he nearly ran into another parked car. "make that ten," he said with a sigh and hanging up the cellphone.

"I told you that you shouldn't ride your bike and talk on the phone at the same time," Bumblebee said showing off his ability to ride without his hands on the handles. Sam gave the now human Autobot a look before speeding up and trying to avoid the parked cars.

"Whatever," he grumbled. Bumblebee shook his head and quickly fell in behind Sam on his friend's mother's bike. Pulling up to Mikeala's house a few minutes later, they saw Mikeala sitting on her front porch waiting.

"Sam...! uh..." Mikeala frowned looking at the other boy on the second bike. "Sorry to be rude but...who are you?" Bumblebee smiled.

"It's me, Mickey.. it's Bumblebee," Bumblebee said smiling widely. Mikeala glared at the blond before taking another close look at him. The inhumanly bright blue eyes, the familiar voice, Mikeala sighed and glared at the now human Autobot.

"Don't call me that," she said putting her hands on her hips. "But what happened? Is that like a hologram or something?" Bumblebee frowned and got off the bike.

"I wish it was. There was a wave of radiation that hit earth only two hours ago that did this. I don't know if it just effected me or if it effected everyone from Cybertron. We're here because Barricade is still functional somewhere in the US, and Frenzy's shell was never found after the battle."

"In other words, we could be screwed," Sam said putting his kick stand down. Mikeala frowned and pulled her light sweater closer.

"You got to be kidding me. What should we do?" Mikeala frowned and stuck her hands in the pockets of her sweatpants.

"We were wondering if there's any way we can borrow your car. We have to head to the Autobot base to see if Optimus and Ratchet are okay. And to see if there's any way to get me back to normal," Bumblebee said. Mikeala nodded and ran her fingers through her hair.

"No problem. Let me just leave a note for my mom and lock up."

"So you're going to come with us? Great!" Sam said smiling glad to have a bit more time with his girlfriend.

"Of course, you guys are useless without me. C'mon..." Mikeala didn't bother saying another word as the two teenagers just gawked.

"She just said we couldn't do anything on our own?"

"Yes, Bee, I think she did." Sam blinked in shock.

"Well...she is kinda right...you nearly failed Pre-Calc last semester without her." Sam gave Bumblebee a look that was half glare half reluctant resignation and nodded.

"Yeah and you would still be stuck under a mass of rubble in Mission City without her knowing how to hook up a tow truck to you." Bumblebee returned the look and went to the car, Sam quickly following slipping into the front seat.

"Don't take it hard, you two. It's not like you're completely lame..." Mikeala said giving them a reassuring smile. The look she got in return was almost funny.

"Little too late, the bubble has already burst, Mikeala," Sam grumbled. Mikeala rolled her eyes and kissed him.

"Hey what about me...?" Bumblebee said smirking. Mikeala laughed at him and gave him a kiss on his forehead.

"You're sweet, Bee, but wrong species. I'm not into Auto-erotica." Both boys turned bright red as Mikeala drove off.

"Hey, Ironhide, I just wanted to tell you that the Feds called and...Ironhide...?" William Lennox stood in the open doors of the barn, quite confused at the lack of a half ton pick up truck that was suppose to be living there. Looking around in question, Lennox entered farther into the barn, wondering if it just so happened that his 'friend' had decided to transform and work on those massive cannons he wielded so efficiently. Just as he was about to call out again for the giant alien automaton, he noticed movement near where he and his wife Sara had placed a bunch of boxes of clothes they had yet to move into their new house.

"Whoever you are, you have five seconds to identify yourself and make a hasty retreat." Lennox carefully reached for a rusted pickax his sister had given him to make the old barn look 'cool'. Go figure little sisters.

"Lennox? Thank Primus, here I thought it was yer mate," said a voice that sounded older and almost long suffering, but not without strength. Following the voice came an older man, no more than 45, in an old pair of blue jeans that didn't quite fit him as well as they were suppose to fit Lennox, and a gray t-shirt that was a little tight. His hair was salt and pepper black, and he was fairly muscular for his age. Yet what struck Lennox was the almost inhuman blue green eyes; they seemed to glow with an inner light. Lennox stared in confusion before his mind finally started to put two and two together.

"I...Ironhide?" he asked gaping slightly. Ironhide blinked and nodded.

"Yeah. I'm just as surprised as you are..." Ironhide drawled crossing his arms over his chest. "Happened about forty-five minutes ago. Some sort of quantum surge along with some other type of radiation hit here knocked me out...What?" Ironhide rose an eyebrow as Lennox looked confused.

"Sorry, just a little startling to see that the giant alien transforming robot is now a human being, wearing my clothes." Ironhide blinked and looked down.

"I can take them off if you want. Just figured since humans seem to be superficial about wearing fabrics, it wouldn't be exactly appropriate for me to not be dressed. Not to mention is rather...crisp outside," Ironhide said, moving to take his shirt off, without any real issues about it.

"No! No that's fine! It's...just a shock to the system. You can wear them. So what's this about a quantum flux or whatever? Sounds like something from Star Trek." Ironhide put the shirt back down and heaved a sigh.

"Quantum surge, along with alien technology and some sort of Cybertronian radiation. Not to mention a hundred different things that I didn't recognize from the initial scan I was able to get out before this happened. I need to contact Optimus, though to be honest, I don't have a clue how to in this form." Ironhide grumbled under his breath about his luck, and Lennox rubbed his head just as frustrated.

"All right, we'll figure something out. In the mean time, why don't you come and stay in our house, I can explain to my wife that you're one of my friends from the Air Force." Ironhide frowned and sighed.

"If you're sure, Lennox. I hate bein' a fifth wheel, so to speak." Lennox smiled a bit and shook his head. The longer that he had been around Ironhide the more and more the alien robot reminded him of his father.

"It's nothing. C'mon...besides that you need someplace to stay, and not out in the barn." Ironhide sighed and nodded.

"All right, just as long as I'm not a trouble." Ironhide followed the younger man out of the barn and into the Lennox ranch house.