Sparks of Cybertron

An: Please see first chapter for disclaimer and other info. Also a thank you to all of those who commented and I couldn't reply back to. So thanks!

Important An: I would like to point out that the original idea for the Seekers being sparked in threes came from Littlemewlugia. Thank you for the use! The original concept was hers and I'm just changing it to suit my fic.

Please note that this fic is unbetaed.


Chapter 3: A series of Firsts

Everybody stared at the golden Seeker with shock and total scepticism. Not that anybody, human or Autobot could blame them. With the battles, Allspark destruction, and the sudden appearance and not to mention rebirth of three humans to Autobot Seekers; they could be forgiven for not responding like they normally would.

Will stared at the pitch black Seeker with a serious alarm. "Epps?"

Robert looked down at his onetime superior with blue optics, "Ya boss?"

"How?"

"Thats going to take awhile to explain and we are way in the open at the moment."

Will nodded, explanations could wait until they had the friendlies undercover somewhere. He was glad his friend lived, even if the body was different. He fished his friend's old cell out of a pocket and started placing calls.

Ratchet came up to the Seeker pile and started doing multiple scans. Optimus watched his CMO in expectation. After a few minutes the medic sighed.

"They're one hundred percent Cybertronian. I'm not familiar with their make of cyberjet. Looks like something new. They seem to have only basic firewalls at best. We'll need to update that. I'll need to run further longer scans in order to determine anything else." Ratchet reported in Cybertronian. "They're newly sparked Seekers. Their sparks are only an hour old if that."

"Sparklings in full grown Seeker bodies?" At Ratchet's nod Optimus vented a little.

"They're going to need watching and training. They may be sparklings but they still need to know how to defend themselves. Starscream is sure to return and try to make them into Decepticons." Pointed out the Weapon Specialist.

Harry watched the by play of the other mechs very closely. Suspicious of anything that might be done on behalf of their own good. He narrowed deep green optics at the talking trio. He completely understood the need to make sure the new people where on your side but he didn't like anybody leaving him out of the decisions that more than likely involve him and those close to him in some way. Those people now included his trine mates and he was extremely unwilling to have Miles and Epps have nearly the same experience he did with Dumbledore and the order of the roasted turkey.

"I would hope that you'll ask us first what we want to do before making any plans involving us." Harry interrupted in perfect Cybertronian.

Optimus shutter blinked in surprise at the slender Seeker, "You can understand us?"

Harry's faceplates showed his confusion, "Of course, why wouldn't I?"

Miles answered that one, "Harry, you didn't speak English. But their language and I understood it too." Miles paused to think about that for a second, "Cool! I just spoke alien!"

Epps snickered as the glee coming through the trine bond. He could already tell that the kid was going to be fun to be around. He could also tell that their third need to seriously unwind from the kill and ask questions of the corpse mentality Harry had going for him. Not that he could blame the Combat Wizard with all the shit he's been through. One day Epps was going to find a way to cross back to that other world for a moment and shove the Cybertronian version of photon torpedoes up their collective asses. While Epps was thinking happy thoughts, Will shut the cell phone his calls finished.

"Alright, listen up! I've gotten clearance for you guys to enter an empty air base some thirty miles outside of Tranquility. We can get the story outta these three and sort everything else out there."

"I thank you on behalf of the Autobots Captain." Optimus replied. His gaze turned back to the newly minted Seekers and Ratchet who was patching up Jazz. "Ratchet, can they be moved?"

The yellow green rescue hummer didn't look up from his work. "Jazz is stable and ready to be moved, I just need to put a patch on Bumblebee before he can be moved. The Seekers need to learn how to walk before they can fly. So unless you know a speedy way to accomplish that they aren't moving." Ratchet closed up the torn plating on Jazz's side then moved to Bumblebee. Jazz leaned back on the mech closest to him with a sigh of relief. Harry looked down at the Solstice resting against him in concern. Had he still been Human he could have apparated them to the new location with no problem.

As soon as he thought this, a query appeared in his HUD asking for coordinates. "Captain Lennox?"

The army ranger looked up at the smallest seeker, "Yes?"

"Could you tell me the coordinates of the base please?"

Will shrugged, "Sure." He then rattled of a string of numbers. Harry imputed them and waited until the program found the location.

Location Found. Initiate Spacebridge jump?

Harry gazed at his HUD in thought. He nearly smirked when an idea hit him. Harry made sure his wings where touching his trine mates as he put an arm around Jazz. Harry let his optics meet Prime's. Harry couldn't stop the mischief from reaching his optics.

"I've got an idea. It should help us get there with no problem."

For some unfathomable reason Optimus got a chill down his spine. He recognized the look directed at him. The mischief in those optics was horrifyingly familiar and he was reminded of Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, pranksters to the core of their programming.

"Oh?" He asked mildly.

"Yup. We'll see you there. Don't take long!" With that Harry initiated the jump and all four mechs disappeared in a bright flash bang of displaced air, leaving everyone else gapping at the spot they once sat.

[Abandoned airfield]

Jazz cackled in glee at the look his Prime sported before they disappeared. The other two Seekers looked at Harry in surprise. A grin spread Epps' faceplates, "Decided to make a point?"

At Harry's nod, Jazz's and Epps' grins got bigger. Jazz chuckled, "Always good to let the boss bot know where you stand. All of you where once humans right?"

The Seekers all nodded. "So you're young but don't have the mentality of sparklings. To us all of humanity are sparklings just because of how we see time. Pit, Bumblebee is older than your entire race and he's the youngest of us!"

"Wait, you make it sound like we're gonna live forever!" Harry exclaimed in alarm.

"Kiddo, I'm around five million human years old. A mech or femme if properly maintained can live forever if they wanted."

The three Seekers looked at each other in shock, Miles made the comment that all three were thinking.

"Primus didn't say anything about that!"


Hours and days turned into weeks and months as explanations where given to Optimus and the other Autobots and lessons began for the new Seekers. While sceptical at first, Optimus eventually acknowledged that the Trine was telling the truth and welcomed them to the Cybertronian race. He conferred with all three, listing what they needed to learn and be able to do before being let out without a watchful eye on them. Harry and Epps understood. For the Autobots, this was war time and any new element had to be watched less it whip around and bite them in the ass. Optimus had designated his team to help the Seekers as he busied himself with negotiating with the US government and setting up a base of operations.

Ratchet sighed as he finished polishing the last of his tools. When Optimus had given him the task of giving the Seekers the upgrades they needed, he didn't say anything. He knew that they would have to see him anyway but really he wanted a fully functioning med bay first. He was lucky that Jazz had taught them to walk while they waited for the rest of the team to reach them. Ratchet made sure to upgrade the anti-virus software and firewalls of all three Seekers. He also gave them a complete check-up and made a baseline scan of them, puzzling at the changes the Allspark made to the Seeker shells yet not understanding the reasons why. Despite his lack of understanding, he gave each Seeker a one-on-one appointment so he could point out to each one the names of their various body parts and what they were used for. The most memorable meeting was with Harry.


Ratchet was trying to be understanding, really he was. But really, why did humans always have hang ups about interfacing and the parts to interface with? The explanations took cycles with the other two, Epps because the midnight black mech couldn't wrap his processors around the fact that just because he had a valve didn't mean that he was a femme. Epps had to explain that there was a greater difference in biology between the two genders in humans. Miles on the other servo was really curious and wanted to know more of the finer workings and their reasons for working. Ratchet decided that Miles could become his apprentice if he proved to have the dedication necessary for the job. He was lucky that neither mech had asked the harder questions.

Harry on the other servo proved to be more broad and different thinking then his trine mates. And asked the one question he didn't think the trine was ready to know let alone acknowledge. Could they become pregnant? Or in Autobot cases, with spark?

Blue and green optics waged a silent battle of stubborn wills. Green optics willing blue to just answer the damn question already! Neither mech shifted or looked away from the other for several minutes/kliks as blue entreated green to drop the question.

Ratchet sighed, "Fine you stubborn glitch, yes you can get ensparked if you spark 'face enough times and the other spark is compatible with your own." Ratchet leaned back ready of the explosion of denial that never came.

Harry nodded unsurprised by that fact. Ratchet frowned, "Your not...?"

"Surprised? No, not really. Since we are a different race I figured most human conventions wouldn't apply to us. Being able to carry is somewhat uncomfortable a notion but not surprising." Harry replied matter of factly, "You told me that one in seven thousand sparks are femme sparks, so how did you guys have such large numbers before your war? It only makes sense that mechs could carry offspring to term. I'm guessing femmes carry them differently?"

"Yes. Mechs carry the sparks and have to have a sparkling protoform made, while femmes have the ability to make protoforms around the sparks they carry."Ratchet replied shocked and relieved at how Harry was taking the information.

"From you expression I'm guessing Miles and Robert had some issues?" Harry asked in amusement.

Ratchet hummed in remembered irritation, "Oh yes. And they didn't ask about carrying either.

"I'm not telling them."

"I'm leaving them a data packet to look over at their leisure."

Harry laughed a little, "Let me know so I can be far away when they to get around to downloading the info."

Ratchet smirked, "Will do."


Ironhide vented air and groaned as he sat down on a small hill just outside NEST HQ. Optimus had assigned him to give the Seekers weapons training. Oh how fun that was. Sarcasm aside, the training sessions where going better than he had any right to hope.

As expected, all that Epps needed was an intro to the workings of his weapons. It was the power and multitude of those weapons that surprise him. The first time Robert fired a shot, the targets had disintegrated.

Miles was bouncing in place as the two eldest looked in shocked amazement at the targets. On the sidelines with Harry, Will had to laugh.

"Well Epps? Those pulse rifles to your satisfaction."

The black Seeker just smirked at the lone human and brought up another weapon to test drive. Almost cackling as he blew away another test dummy. It took an hour until both Epps and Ironhide were satisfied with what the black Seeker was packing. Much to Miles' disappointment, he did not have the multitude of weaponry to call upon but they still created satisfying explosions. To make up for the lack, Miles could track multiple opponents with his cannons and fire at multiple targets with them.

"Just like in the movie Predator!" Miles chirped in awe.

Ironhide had to look up the reference and agreed. "Your aim is still slag. Constant everyday training will help that!" He tasked the newly arrived Jolt with helping the youngling Seeker practice.

On the other servo, Harry was the lightest of weapons arrays. They still packed quite a wallop as the disintegrated targets could attest but unlike his trine mates, Harry had two built in Energon swords that would unsheathe from each arm with a flick and a cable flex.

"You'll need to take lessons with Optimus for those. He's the best mech for the job as I mainly work with cannons and projectile weaponry." Ironhide said, gazing at the glowing blue swords.

Harry was too surprised to say anything in reply.


"I wish Prowler was here." Jazz commented to Bumblebee as they watched the trio of flyers go through a hastily made but nasty obstacle course .

Bumblebee smirked knowingly at his superior. Only those closest to Jazz and Prowl knew that the two had a long standing relationship with each other. They had been apart for a long time now because of the orders to separate and look for the Allspark.

"Not like that Bee! Mind outta the slag heap!" Jazz laughed, "I want Prowl to talk to Harry. Kid's got some great situational tactics skills I'm hoping to expand into other areas. He's great ingoing with the flow of a situation but he's hopeless in thinking ahead before something pops up. Miles can plot with the best of 'em. Must be his video game skills at work. Epps is trained in human tactics which seems to translate well into ours but he agreed that Will did most of the planning. Claims he didn't want ta be an officer. Gonna have to convince Optimus to let me train him more. He would make an excellent spy."

Bumblebee nodded, adding his two credits, "Good luck with that. Harry's hopeless at computers and hacking. Frag he's hopeless with technology period. Which I find strange considering the other two take things like computers for granted."

"He did say that, in place he was living before they had no tech." Jazz pointed out as the Seekers finished the course.

"Yes, I know. Just listening to Epps mutter in anger makes me think there is more to Harry's story then we've been told."

"Tis painful for the Kid to talk about Bee. He seems wound up tighter then Ultra Magnus some orns. Still the kids got some crazy sets of skills that leaves me ta wonder what kind of war he fought." Jazz motioned for the trine to join them at the beginning of the course. "We'll just have to teach him to be one with the tech. It'll take vorns to make him a decent hacker."

"Yet he aims better then Epps. And according to Ratchet, his eyesight is better than Hound's or Red Alert's." Bumblebee murmured still confused by the towering flyers, "Think they'll be alright?"

"I don't know Bee, our Seekers are different. They seem so much more than Screamer and his bolthead trine.

"I hope it's enough."


Harry vented air in pure bliss as he rockets across the sky, at peace with the world and anything else that had come up in the past year and a half. Of all the things they had to learn flying had been the easiest of them. At least to Harry flying had been the easiest. Convincing the other two had been really fun.

Ratchet had warned the Trine, that because they are Seekers they would crave the sky like a chronic druggy waiting for their next fix. He'd been right because after a month of being on the ground the first to get his with sky sickness was Harry.

The morning had been beautiful that day. The sun was just coming up and it looked like clear skies for miles in every direction. The longing for something had been nagging Harry all day the day before. Now confronted with virgin sky Harry couldn't stop himself from transforming into a Cybertronian jet and taking off. He didn't have to think about it. He just flung himself upwards and there he was. In utter bliss as the winds of his passing lit up the sensor arrays in his wings with gentle caresses. He laughed in delight at the freedom he was currently enjoying. Free from the changes and worries he had undergone.

His love for the sky made him giddy with delight but it was the feelings of contented bliss that he sent down the bond he had with his trine mates. He rocketed across the sky in complex manoeuvres that would have made Starscream sit up and take notice. Epps and Miles ran out of the Hanger they had been recharging in. When Harry spotted them, he dived down transforming into biped mode sand floated above them.

"Come on up guys the airs great!"

"But how did you do that Harry! No ones taught us that yet so how?" Mile exclaimed in shock.

"Will and instinct. I just had to get up here and fly. This is where learning to fly with a broom comes in handy. That is mostly will and instinct as well. Oh and a bit of command."

"But!"

"No buts Miles. Your going to have to let go in order to get up here. We'll take things one step at a time. First you have to get up here!" He laughed as a gentle breeze brushed by him.

"Harry!"


It was a month after that when the Trine started learning flight manoeuvres with human jets as wingmen. They trained with the pilots in the know about Autobots, nearly everyday. Here, Epps took charge, relentlessly making them go over the formations again and again until they seemed embedded in their processors. It was during one such flight that they met Sideswipe.

They were flying in a mountainous region simulating drop runs when a spiky silver blur jumped on Epps. In surprise the black jet rolled and flipped around trying to get his unwanted guest off him. The silver blue mech grinned in dark amusement as he tried to get Epps to crash not noticing the Autobot insignia on the black Seeker's wings.

Robert Epps was cool under fire however and quickly transformed in mid barrel roll surprising the bot. He grabbed hold of the mech and swung him off his shoulders. In a swift move Epps dealt the hitchhiker a few blows before flinging him to the ground. Epps came down after the mech and pounced on him. Not letting the potential enemy get in a single hit. Miles and Harry landed, drawing weapons and aimed.

"Hey he's an Autobot!" Miles exclaimed noticing the insignia on the mechs chest plates.

"Then why did he attack us." Harry glared at the silver Autobot, grumpy that their flying time was interrupted.

"Your Seekers and therefore the enemy!" the mech tried to lunge but Epps held him down.

"Seeker yes, Decepticons no. We're Autobot Seekers!" Miles pointed out.

The silver mech sneered, "You fraggers lie. There are no Autobot Seekers!" He was secretly mildly impressed that the black jet did reverse jet judo on him during the scuffle. And was still able to hold him down even on the ground.

Harry snorted through his intakes, "We'll see if you still say that when we hand you to Optimus!"

They learned from Jazz later that the mech's designation was Sideswipe.


It had taken Optimus Prime almost a year before he could acknowledge that the Seekers where not in fact sparklings. Despite their youth, all three where once human; and as he learned in his dealings with Sam and the US government, humans grow and mature very fast. War made them grow up even faster. This saddened the Prime but also relieved him.

In-between missions and meetings, Optimus taught Harry how to use his swords in battle. Optimus found Harry to be a fast learner. During the lessons, the two talked about a lot of different things and ideas. Beliefs and ideologies where traded as practice blows from their swords met in mock combat. Slowly, Optimus gained insight into at least one of the newly sparked Seekers, learning all he could in return.

It was during one particular hard lesson that Optimus felt he was missing some important piece of the puzzle when it came to his student in particular. From his observations, Miles and Jolt had become fast friends, while Epps had a small rivalry going with Sideswipe. Optimus felt it was only a matter of time before Sides had the black Seeker in his berth.

During his musing, Harry had let out a frustrated sound as he once again slipped up in performing a move. Sheathing his own sword, Optimus went behind the smaller Seeker to better help manoeuvre the limbs.

"Like this. Move your arms just so as you slide a leg strut forward." He quietly rumbled, gently guiding the offending arm.

Harry's wings quivered slightly at the vocal vibrations. He ruthlessly suppressed them as he redid the sword kata. Optimus made further instructions, chassis lightly rubbing against the wings making Harry suppress another shudder. He couldn't take it anymore and quickly stepped out of the Prime's half embrace. Optimus frowned in concern.

"Is everything alright Harry?"

"Err ya. I think I'm just tired. Epps had us doing sky drills again today. Mind if we stop here?"

Optimus patted a Harry's shoulder, "Of course not. You have advanced further then I could have hoped for. Stopping early today will not be harmful to your training. You have rarely taken anytime for yourself recently."

"Well, there is so much to learn and..."

Giving the shoulder a gentle squeeze, Optimus shushed the slightly shorter Seeker, "No need to explain. There is no fault as all three of you have worked hard. Take some time off."

"err thank you. See you later!"

Harry ran off towards the hangers in a hurry, leaving Optimus to wonder just what had happened.

TBC