Linariel – Okay here's the next chapter I'm updating it. Life has kept me in a complicated time so I haven't been able to till now. I've had this little baby done for a while along with the next chapter which will come later I guess I just forgot about it. Anyways I fixed it up and bam here it is.

REMEMBER THIS STORY IS AU AFTER THE FIRST MOVIE IT IS NOT CONNECTED TO ROTF.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Transformers the credit for these remarkable characters goes to Hasbro and Michael Bay's team who produced the movie, and Dreamworks. I do however own all the characters that don't appear in any of the TF or any other show, movie, or book.


No Refuge

Bits and Pieces

"When those government guys came in I smelled a rat straight off the bat. But I wasn't going to say anything no I was just going to let Harper figure it out for himself. Except he didn't and he pulled me into this mess. I have no idea what the heck is going on but it's big. And I can't help but be a little bit worried about where all these facts will lead us… "

- Kendra Ronal


A candy apple red station wagon pulled at the curb near a rather quaint home in the suburbs of Tranquility. Stepping out of the car Edwin Harper stretched slightly as he got the kinks out of his joints. Apparently this place was further from the airport then he thought it would be. Whistling slightly he admired the furbished garden and carefully cut grass that graced the two story home. As he trudged up the driveway excited barking begun from inside the house. 'So they have pets.' Tucking the file deep into his coat pocket he knew this was where the parents of Samuel James Witwicky lived.

They didn't have much to go on. All the government had given them was a bunch of random facts that didn't provide them anything but unnecessary information. 'You'd think with them wanting to arrest this kid that they'd be more inclined to offer us everything they have so we can find the kid faster.' But he had a feeling the government was pussy footing around them. Obviously their job was to discover the location of these individuals and report it back to Sector Seven. This in some ways seemed to him like a wild goose chase.

Till Ronal suggested they try talking with his parents. It was worth a shot. Perhaps they would be more open to shed some light on this puzzle. Besides it wasn't like there was anything else they could use for leads. Might as well start somewhere.

Reaching the front he was surprised to see scratch marks chipping at the wood. He knocked politely on the door and stood waiting patiently for the Witwickys to make their appearance. He knew they were home their car was in the drive way and another was poking out of a garage. As he waited he scanned the area for anything obscure, he noticed a few dents that had recent coats of cement in the pathway. If anyone else had seen them it probably wouldn't matter to them. But to Edwin's sharp eye it was somewhat odd.

The door knob turned abruptly taking him away from his investigation to turn and put on a friendly smile. The entrance cracked open for a moment and he could see a set of eyes looking at him from behind the chain that locked the door. Then he heard it slide and open up to reveal the disheveled form of an older women who looked haggard yet there was a wild sparkle in her eyes which Edwin immediately took as a sign of distrust. "Yes can I help you, young man?" she asked her tone seemed tired yet it had an edge of unwelcoming though he could clearly tell there had been smile there at one point. She hadn't always been this edgy.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Witwicky, I'm Edwin Whaley from the School Board of Tranquility High." Edwin said smoothly. Dressed in the ironed suit he played the part with ease. He even brought out a fake school license, Kendra was able whip up it looked genuine. Once she got a look at it Harper placed it back in his pocket. "We understand Samuel Witwicky has not been attending school for the past five months. May I speak with you on this occurrence?" the expression she now wore was less guarded which he inwardly was relieved about.

"Should have known you'd come sooner or later…" She hummed slightly then smiled genuine. "Sure why not." She opened the door fully to reveal a wooden bat clutched in her right hand.

Edwin almost bulked but managed to remain calm and keep his air. 'Thank goodness that worked. Why on earth does she have that thing.?' He followed Mrs. Witwicky into her living room only to have a tan Chihuahua wearing a ridiculous pink collar come up yapping loudly at him. It was almost like the little guy knew there was something unsettling about the stranger.

The woman scooped the dog up and scolded him. "Now stop that Mojo and be nice to Mr. Whaley." Then she placed him on the ground and shooed him off. She sighed tiredly turning back to him still looking emotionally drained she pointed to the couch nearby "Sit I'll get us some refreshments then we can talk this over."

Following directions he sank down on a surprisingly comfortable couch and waited while the woman walked out of the room heading for where he assumed was the kitchen. Looking about he saw many things of interest. The place looked nice it was ridiculously clean. He eyed the nearby shelf. On it was a group of pictures of the same individual that was the prime target he needed to find. Sam Witwicky. Besides him were his parents, one of him and Mikeala Banes, and another with the little dog who he now knew as Mojo licking his face and him laughing. The boy honestly looked like an average happy go lucky kid why did the government want him so badly. What could he possibly have done?

Seeing that the mother of the boy was still gone he decided to do some more investigation. Carefully Harper climbed up the stairs and went for the door with yellow caution tape stripped around it. He smiled amused 'teenagers.' He thought. Stepping into the room he was greeted by a mess of clothes, scattered papers, up turned boxes, and empty open drawer. It looked like a sure sign of leaving in a hurry. He spied the computer and grinned 'Bingo' he thought pulling a small innocent looking flashdrive out of his pocket he turned on the computer, and plugged it into the USB port. Waiting patiently ever soon the monitor read /Sending copy of drive to separate database of REPKEI/. Soon as it said done he pulled it out and hurried down the stairs.

Thankfully she still hadn't appeared so he casually made himself comfortable on the couch again. Briefly taking out his phone to text Ronal [Section 1 complete, data sent, start investigation.] A clatter of dishes directed his attention to the kitchen door as the older woman came in bearing a tray with two china cups.

She seemed shaky to him. He stood up quickly and helped her bring the tray to the coffee table. She smiled tiredly "Thank you." Then took a seat nearby in one of the two arm chairs. He now noticed her eyes were tear stained showing she'd been weeping. His appearance at her front door step must have brought up the fact her son was missing. It made him feel bad. But there was no getting around this after all it was just business.

"Mrs. Witwicky you're son hasn't attended school in the past few months and we are concerned for his grades." Harper replied even toned in a way that meant all business. He was glad that he'd rehearsed this with Ronal first. "He won't graduate if he's absent."

She sighed and looked passively at the photographs. "Yes I know. But you see he's been missing for the past months. Neither Ron nor I know where he is." She forced smile as she seemed to study the picture of her son. "I thought he'd come back soon. He's done this before but never this long, and we always knew where he was. Then all the sudden he was gone without a trace. I've tried notifying the police but they don't seem to understand my story…"

Edwin listened intently carefully jotting things down in his mind. He could tell by the way her cheeks were a certain color and the way her eyes flashed that she wasn't lying yet. Though a certain flicker came every once and while he making him assume he was missing something in her words. 'Makes sense they wouldn't help them since he's wanted by the government.' He thought. Harper was surprised she was giving all this to him he'd thought she'd keep it to herself.

"It's been too long." She said almost as if she'd read his mind. "I'm sick of hiding it. Besides I'm deeply worried. He could have been vaporized by now or something worse… You're not from the School Council are you?"

He blinked but remained calm. "Yes I am. Why would you think otherwise."

"Just by the way you act and the fact they don't allow the local school board to have anyone under 35 on the Tranquility High council.." Judy said with now suspicious look on her face.

Edwin gawked at her now he couldn't help but display his emotions. "How…" Sighing he pulled out his badge. "No I'm not from the High School. Agent Edwin Harper, Private Investigator of New York City." He held out her hand which she accepted shaking hard with an intense grip that made him wince.

"Judy Witwicky, overprotective mother with a bat. Now that we are understanding. Why are you looking for my son?" She asked with a now obvious glare on her once cheerful face.

Weighing his options he decided it would be best to tell her part of the truth. She was his mother she had a right to know. "I was assigned to find the location he is residing at. But without any plausible facts we decided to come here and see what you know."

"Oh thank goodness. I've been trying to get a hold of PI for the past month but all of them seem to think I'm nuts." She looked to him with a clear look of intensity. "Listen my son did not run away as you may think. He was kidnapped."

This caught his attention. "How do you know this mam?" he couldn't help but ask.

"I know because his best friend Miles Lancaster saw him get pushed into a van by a group of shady looking people." Judy said plainly there was seriousness to her face. "And if Miles comes in screaming about something like that you don't take it lightly. Occasionally he jokes but that wasn't one of those times." She winced slightly seeming to be caught up in memories.

Harper blinked feeling a headache coming on. But he took out a pad and started writing. "What's his address I would like to speak with him."

Judy relayed the information to him, and bid him goodbye. "Please bring my Sammie home." Her eyes held sadness.

Harper listened to her words it seemed like a lot of people wanted this kid. First criminal, then kidnapped. Good grief why were so many people interested in this teen. One thing was for sure he needed to find Sam before his kidnapper moved but he had a feeling it could have been the government they were after him after all. But how and why? One thing was for sure he would need to have chat with Miles Lancaster soon. Almost immediately when his feet touched the pavement the front door slammed behind him leaving him once again unwelcome.


The wind kicked yet another unpleasant little bug at Kendra Ronal as she zoomed down the street. Coughing she spit out a small bug that had somehow got wedged between her teeth. She needed a shielded helmet that was for sure. California was infamous for it's large bug population, and she was feeling the heat of it.

With the handlebars in a vice grip as she clung for dear life onto the sleek pink, blue, and purple splashed vespa motorcycle. Her green eyes constantly switched between the motorcycle and the road. She didn't trust her form of transportation not to lead her into a wreck. Why oh why did their boss Oliver Hamilton have to insist on purchasing this little speed demon for her? She'd had many horrible experiences with them. From scrapes to broken bones it was as if she was accident prone but she wasn't so it could only be bad luck when it came to these contraptions.

It wasn't like she could get Harper to ride this bike it was mostly pink after all. Honestly it would seem really odd for him to be riding it… then again maybe not but Ronal knew he'd never agree to it. Leaning to one side Kendra awkwardly avoided a collision with an incoming police car which she waved her fist at in fury. Not even thinking to show respect for the law enforcement.

Harper's words of knowledge came to her abruptly as her conscious gave wind to the stupid move she just made. She muttered to herself. "I don't give a damn who he is. He needs to watch where he is going." Clearly this day was just full of junk for her.

Finally after what seemed an endless ride she caught a glimpse of the sign for 'Motel 6' ahead. Kendra smiled appreciating the fact that she'd be off the road soon. Then another bug smacked her directly in the face making her loose grip for a moment and spin then she regained it. Growling angrily she gripped the motorcycle harder, and hit the gas speeding directly to the motel.

Not noticing that far off the certain police cruiser she had showed disrespect to was watching her closely. The driver glared in the direction of the building then slowly disappeared into thin air. No one would have guessed unless they checked out of place 'to punish and enslave' in place of the usual words of affirmation, that this wasn't the usual law enforcement. No indeed it was the decepticon infiltration officer.

Barricade revved his engine dangerously. He'd had enough with this organic planet these humans needed to learn to show him respect. But he was undercover at the moment there was no way he could let himself be known. What he wouldn't give to squish that femme. Yet another organic to add to his hit list. The officer took note to file her profile away in his memory banks.

[Barricade respond.] came the screechy voice of his self proclaimed leader. [Have you tracked that odd signal Soundwave detected?]

Watching the female get off the motorcycle and walk into the building his optics fixed on the briefcase she carried, light glowed off a certain, a mixture of numbers, and cybertronian language came into his vision. [Affirmative.]

[What kind of use or threat could this be to my plans?]

Barricade resisted rolling his optics. They were not only his plans. In fact a majority of the great genius work should be credited to the silent infiltrator Soundwave. [Negative no threat as far as I can detect. As for usefulness neutral for now Starscream...] hearing a growling on the otherline he hurried to correct himself. [Lord Starscream… I am unaware if the organic has anything we could exploit.] he heard a pause of static then the voice cursed in cybertronian.

[You slag head that's all your simple processors can identify. You are useless!] Starscream's voice screeched out painfully from the comlink.

The infiltration officer ignored him. The next data to abruptly pop in front of him caught Barricade off guard. [However… the information procured came directly from the home of the autobots' human pet Samuel James Witwicky.] he resisted the urge to transform and grab the device from the female. Patience was needed to see that things fell through but the saleen mustang longed for revenge against the boy for what he did to their leader. Without Megatron he was lost… and with Starscream he was definitely lost. Nothing changed when his second in command took over. The F22 did not know how to maintain leadership. He needed his noble master back. He knew Soundwave shared his ideals.

A cackle came from Starscream. [Well maybe you are more useful then I thought. This should be interesting. Perhaps we can have revenge on those slaggin autobots and their pets for what happened.]

'You just want to secure your place as leader of the decepticons.' Barricade knew the hostilities between their former leader and current. Resisting the urge to retaliate he turned down the sound so he didn't have to hear his so called leader's endless rambles. [The information is in the hands of the organic femme…] doing a quick scan of the primitive internet he affirmed who the fleshling was. [Kendra Ronal. Age: 25, Affiliation: Private Investigator of New York City] How strange for a human from across the country to come all the way to California. He detected something in the inner workings of this.

Starscream must have too. [Then by all means follow her. This could work to our advantage.]

Without another word Barricade broke connection and sank into the shadows out of sight from the human. He opened up his scanner to a long enough range to hack into the hotel's computer and find the room the unsuspecting femme was in. Opening up the communication line he heard and slamming of doors. She'd entered the room.


Plopping onto the semi soft bed Kendra lay on her stomach with her laptop directly in front of her. After receiving the text from Harper she wasted no time at all setting up the necessary gadgets to access the shared port. Biting her lip in concentration she begun typing the coordinates in to make contact with Edwin's flashdrive, instantly it begun downloading everything off the boy's computer. "Alright let's see what Harper was able to dish up." She said to no one in particular.

The genius device brought her directly into a new user account this one nearly an exact copy of Sam Witwicky's own. She started with the basics streaming through the outlook processor she easily deciphered the password and came into his account. It was filled up to the brim with emails mainly from a certain . But all those emails were questions on where he was. 'That's exactly what I'm trying to figure out.' Kendra thought. Checking the last time of loggin it had been nearly five months ago.

When all seemed to be lost her eyes suddenly caught sight of something of interest, a single email reading.

From:

To:

Subject: The Chat has commenced

Sam it's been installed so now all you have to do is log in. The others will be waiting.

~ Maggie Madsen

At the bottom was a link she clicked on it and found her computer engulfed in a mess of popups and firewalls. But this didn't stop Kendra she was trained to handle these type of messes. Cracking her knuckles she went to work typing in viable codes and working to bypass the mess. It took nearly two hours but finally it allowed her on the site, she then accessed the archives to see things of the past. There was a mess of different times they logged on. But she went for the oldest first.

Enter Chat room 726459028325

Logging in

GovHack, NoSacNoVic, StingsLikeaBee, WrenchChick, Mommasboy, LeftCheek, ASolidier, ArmedandDangerous, Takeyourmeds, FreedomRingsTrue

Takeyourmeds: I trust you are consuming the necessary amount of medications I prescribed to you boy.

NoSacNoVic: You know your username is really ironic. *sighs* Yes I am would you please quit bugging me on that.

ArmedandDangerous: I wouldn't do that kid unless you want to find yourself in the medbay

NoSacNoVic: Uh… no thanks I'm good.

Takeyourmeds: Scout?

StingsLikeaBee: His energy readings are sufficient.

GovHack: Now guys we all know that what is said here must be coded. We have to be careful not to reveal our identities only address others by their username.

LeftCheek: Yeah it would be horrible if some conspiracy site found us.

Mommasboy: I find it amusing how whack yet how close they are getting.

WrenchChick: I think a few already have you seen what was posted about… that thing… by that Spitz kid.

NoSacNoVic: Uh guys I think FreedomRingsTrue's turn to speak.

FreedomRingsTrue: Thank you NoSacNoVic now you all know this is important and vital meeting. We've reduced to the public way for this is the easiest and less chances of being detected. So now it is time to speak. You all proved your loyalty to us that is why we trust only you with these secrets. I would do so with the others but they do not understand what we went through in those events. You are honorary members of our faction. Now we must keep this private. Above all.

ASolidier: I agree with you. There has been something really strange about things lately as if they know something we don't. Even with ArmedandDangerous here I'm worried about the protection my girls need.

ArmedandDangerous: I can assure you ASolidier I will not let another lay a servo on your family.

ASolidier: I know that but lately when I go to work something has been off.

GovHack: The same problem I fear is happening with me.

LeftCheek: It's like they don't trust us anymore.

WrenchChick: *snort* Just because we all happen to be closer to them than they are.

NoSacNoVic: Yeah I guswejkldbfk

ASolidier: Kid?

StingsLikeaBee: Takeyourmeds he's vital signs are destabilizing again.

Takeyourmeds: Hold on I'm on my way

Takeyourmeds has logged off

WrenchGirl: Guys I've g2g see if I can get there before Takeyourmeds does.

WrenchGirl has logged off

StingsLikeaBee has logged off

GovHack: He's been this way since you know that thing that happened. I really worry about him. I have a feeling there's something he's not telling us.

LeftCheek: One things for sure we're going to hafta keep this between us.

FreedomRingsTrue: Agreed now we must go take care of him. I regret this is the end of our time. We shall meet presently I presume.

ASolidier: Yeah at the time we fixed.

All users have logged off

Chatroom closed

Kendra fought over the information finding it somewhat interesting. She could somewhat get the gist of what they were saying but their words were otherwise well guarded. Something had obviously happened and she had a feeling the people that GovHack were talking about were the government reason for their distress and ill ease was beyond her. Skimming through the other chats this group of users did she found the second to the last one was shortly before Sam went missing or got away either way it was the only date the government would give them. Clicking on it she found herself having to yet again maneuver her way into the system. If there was a government analyst hosting these chats then her favorite food wouldn't be carrot cake and it was.

Enter Chat room 726459028325

Logging in

GovHack, NoSacNoVic, StingsLikeaBee, WrenchChick, Mommasboy, LeftCheek, ASolidier, ArmedandDangerous, MusicTight, Takeyourmeds, FreedomRingsTrue

FreedomRingsTrue: We must welcome our newest member of this peculiar communication.

GovHack: It's called a chat room. And welcome MusicTight.

MusicTight: Thanks pretty little lady glad to be here with ya all.

Takeyourmeds: I still can't comprehend how it happened. But your back MusicTight. However I want to do a diagnostic on you once this is all over.

NoSacNoVic: Chill Takeyourmeds give the dude some space.

WrenchChick: NoSacNoVic we aren't going to let it drop that easily.

Mommasboy: Yeah man what was that back at the place I can't speak of.

ArmedandDangerous: I must admit it caught all of us off guard.

LeftCheek: I say NoSacNoVic should be the one that gets a checkup not MusicTight.

ASolidier: It would be in his best interest.

StingsLikeaBee: As your guardian I'd say NoSacNoVic you need this

FreedomRingsTrue: I agree with the others. NoSacNoVic as the leader of this unusual band of races. You need to take care of this condition.

NoSacNoVic: Guys no no no no I don't need a medic I'm fine. I-

WrenchChick: Well that says otherwise. Hang on Takeyourmeds I'm coming with you.

Takeyourmeds: Your help would be appreciated WrenchChick.

NoSacNoVic loggs off

WrenchChick loggs off

Takeyourmeds loggs off

ASolidier: Enough is enough FreedomRingsTrue we need to get that kid some where safe.

ArmedandDangerous: He isn't safe among his own kind anymore

GovHack: If the government finds out about this I don't what they will do to him but it won"t be good


A/N – Hope you liked that. No I will not explain what's going on you'll just have to wait and see.

Can you guess which username is which? Let me know in the review what you think and I'll give you a shout out if your correct.

Many thanks goes to 13IsTaLkThEaKaTsUkI13, fullmoonhowls, Shadir, leleana, Deb1, rawrimadinosaur8, Anonymous Sister of the Author, and alanae your reviews are an honor to read.

Next chapter we'll be back with the Autobots see ya then.

I'm doing kind of a back and forth thing dealing with the detectives and others then going back to the Autobots and their allies. Though granted it probably won't always be that way just for now.

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There is a thin line between reality and what your subconscious tells you and Maggie's about to get a dose of confusion courtesy of a certain Decepticon Communication Officer. Post ROTF

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