Holy crap, I'm up to 70 pages and I'm only on chapter thirteen!

This chapter if focusing on getting ready to move into the second arc! Sammy get's more interaction with Kirk's crew, and the Cybertronian's get to experience humanity once again. And the two head engineers get to have tons of fun!

If you think I own either StarTrek or Transformers, there's something wrong with you.

First Contact III

The moment her feet hit the Enterprise, Sam found herself whisked away from the rest of her crew and the two Autobots by a certain Montgomery Scott. The crazed man was going over with her the damage done to her engine room, and any possible ways to prevent it from happening.

Sam was so wrapped up in her conversation she didn't notice Will and Epps leave, while Ratchet and Ironhide stayed behind to listen. If she'd known they were there, Sam would have been more delicate.

"Yer telling me, that the entire engine just exploded?" Scotty asked, staring at her in horrified shock.

Sam nodded, pointing at the projection of the Constellation Scotty had pulled up on a padd, "The fire started here, near the warp core. It probably hit the gas produced by the core and then went…boom."

Scotty frowned at her, "Lassie, Starships don't go boom."

Sam nodded, fighting back a smile, "My apologies Mr. Scott. The ship made a big boom."

"Much better."

The two head engineers shared crazed grins that caused the two Autobots to trade concerned looks. Sam didn't even notice as she pulled up a larger scale image of her main engine and pointed to the coolant tubes.

"The tubes here weren't damaged when I was there," Sam explained as she gestured to the tubes being mentioned, "Actually, everything was running perfectly when I left there, and I left ten minutes before the attack."

Scotty opened his mouth to talk, but was interrupted by Ironhide, "Is it possible your crew was not accurate in their assumption that everything was working well."

Scotty snorted before he could help himself, and quickly explained when seeing Ironhide's dark glare, "You see, the Constellation has the best crew in the fleet. Most of the command is incompetent, so Captain Lennox keeps his ensigns in tip top shape."

Ironhide's scowl became a bit more thoughtful as he turned to regard Sam, "You are an officer on the Constellation Lieutenant?"

Sam shrugged, "Yeah, I'm the third in command and the head engineer."

Ironhide's stare was making her uncomfortable, "Why does your captain make his lower ranks perform better than the higher one?"

Sam laughed darkly at that particular question, "So we survive with the incompetent officers. You have to understand, I'm not much older than the rest of the crew. The captain didn't want someone as young as me in charge of other soldiers. So he made sure that I was prepared for anything."

Ratchet stepped forward, "It seems like your captain is quite dedicated to your survival."

Sam shrugged at that, while rotating the picture, "I wouldn't say that. Captain Lennox wants every member of his crew to stand a chance when we go planet side. And in his exact words, I a bad alien magnet, so he wants me to be extra prepared."

Ironhide looked wistful, and Sam could guarantee he was remembering Will leading the NEST soldiers into battle against the Decepticons. She almost felt bad, and if it had been any other day she would have been sad for him. But as it was, Sam was exhausted, her side hurt, and her men were dead.

So Sam turned back to the image on the padd and began scouring it for the reason why her perfect engine room failed. And her happy little world of machines and mechanics was disrupted when the door to the room opened. Sam and Scotty both straightened up into a salute when their captains and first officers walked into the transporter room.

"Captain Kirk sir," Scotty called out, "The Lieutenant and I were just going over the damage to the Constellations engines to see if there was any way to keep the same thing from happening to the Enterprise."

Sam sent a small, but happy smile in Jim's direction. She could tell from the exchanged look between Will and Epps that they suspected something had happened. But Sam didn't care, not when Jim sent her that bright smile that made her feel like a hundred bucks.

"That's great," Jim said, walking forward and clapping Scotty on the back. Sam let her eyes drift to Commander Spock, and nearly laughed at the disgruntled expression on his face at Jim's actions. And then Sam noticed Jim's eyes fall on her, and his blinding smile got even bigger than usual.

Sam put down the padd and saluted again, "It's been a long time, Captain Kirk."

Jim just ran forward and pulled her into a spinning hug, lifting her clean off her feet. Sam laughed wildly, not noticing how every eye in the transporter room was on them. Placing Sam back on the ground, Jim smiled at her.

And then annoyance crossed his expression.

"Sammy, did you just call me Kirk?"

Sam snorted, pushing away from Jim, "Yes I did. Don't think I haven't heard about your womanizing ways James Tiberius Kirk. I told you back in the Academy, there is no way I'm having sex with you when you're sleeping with everything that has a pulse."

Jim offered her a smug smirk, and his eyes drifted lower to Sam's bare legs, "Well, I'm not sleeping with everything yet, am I Lieutenant?"

Before Sam could respond, Will pushed his way past the stunned Ironhide and Ratchet. He fixed a glare on Jim, and Epps stepped forward threateningly.

"Captain Kirk," Will practically snarled, "If you are sexually harassing my Lieutenant, I will kill you."

Epps turned to regard Spock, "You going to stop us Commander?"

Spock inclined his head, "It would be logical for the captain to learn to stop harassing young women."

Jim gave Spock a wounded look, while Sam began to laugh. She stepped over to Will's side, and offered Jim a smug look.

"Looks like I win this round," Sam cooed to the pouting blond, "…Captain."

Jim snorted, "But I'll win the war….Sammy bear. By the way, Bones wants you in the med bay. Says you need to be looked over."

Sam glared, before flipping Jim the bird and storming out of the transporter room. As she walked down the hallway, Sam noticed the sound of footsteps behind her. Turning, she came face to face with Ratchet, who was studying her closely.

"Mr. Ratchet," Sam said, turning to face him completely, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

He gave her a once over, and again his eyes landed on her feet, "I am a doctor Lieutenant, and am curious about what a human medical room now looks like."

Sam raised an eyebrow at the slip, "You've encountered humans before?"

Ratchet glared at her, "No."

Sam shrugged, before heading down the hallway with him, "Well, if you have, I doubt any of them were like Bones."

The two entered the turbo lift that would take them to medical, "If you would care to elaborate."

"Doctor Leonard McCoy," Sam said, "He's the chief medical examiner of the USS Enterprise, which is basically a thankless job. No matter what he does to keep the crew in one piece, Jim manages to maim himself in new and interesting ways."

Sam offered Ratchet a bright grin as the turbo doors swung open, "Basically, Bones is like a teddy bear, but a teddy bear with a gun."

Ratchet frowned as they stepped out of the tube and into med bay, "I do not follow."

Before Sam could open her mouth a loud Southern voice bellowed across med bay to her.

"Samantha Jane Witwicky! What in the seven hells did you think you were doing in not coming here immediately?"

Sam turned to Ratchet, who looked surprised, "This is Doctor McCoy Mr. Ratchet. I get the feeling you two will get along wonderfully."

Ratchet snorted as his eyes landed on McCoy who was storming across medbay towards them, with a hypo spray ready for Sam's neck. Sam didn't even flinch as it was slammed into her neck.

"Honestly Sam," McCoy grumbled, as he ran his tricorder over her, "What happened to you? You have a couple broken ribs, a hairline fracture on your right femur, and a concussion. And damn it Sam, WHERE ARE YOU'RE SHOES?"

Sam shrugged, smiling sheepishly. This brought back memories from her days as a guy, when Ratchet was the one fussing over her, making sure she didn't keel over dead on him after the whole Egypt incident.

"I lost my shoes in the fire Bones," Sam said, immediately sitting on the bed the medic pointed to. She patted the space next to her while giving Ratchet a meaningful look. Ratchet crossed over next to her, and sat down. Sam snickered at how uncomfortable he looked.

Bones gave Ratchet a searching look, "Sam, who is this guy?"

"This is Ratchet," Sam said pointing at the glowering Autobot, "He was on our ship after the attack. He says he's a medic, and…"

"He's a medic and he didn't make you wear shoes?" Bones yelled, turning on Ratchet, "Do you have any idea what illnesses she could have gotten, especially with her immune system fighting whatever pathogens entered her bloodstream in the explosion?"

Ratchet snorted, "I believe her immune system is stronger than that. Not to mention that the Lieutenant mentioned that the physiology of half humans differs from full blooded ones. Without analyzing her DNA, I was not sure what percentage of it was human."

Bones just glared at him, and Sam struggled not to laugh. It figured that Ratchet would give the cranky Southern medic a run for his money. But Sam's amusement disappeared when Bone's turned his eyes to her.

"For the love of God woman," Bones growled as he studied Sam one more time, running the dermoregulator over her broken ribs to fix them, "You should have known better to be running around engineering without shoes on. Space is a black void filled with death and disease."

Sam rolled her eyes, "Aye aye Doctor McCoy. I will no longer perform my job adequately because I might catch a space cold or something."

Bones glared at her, before poiting to the med bay door, "Get out of my med bay you ungrateful little hippie! Go bug Jim or something. Between the two of you, one will be back in here within an hour."

Sam grinned wildly, and grabbed Ratchet's arm. She dragged the protesting Autobot into the turbo shoot, and asked for it to take them to the bridge. The moment the door opened, Sam dragged him onto the bridge.

The command crew of the Enterprise was a beautiful sight. Each member performed their duties perfectly, and Sam had to admit that it ran smoothly. Uhura sat at communications, monitoring the board. Chekov and Sulu managed to keep them on track, while Spock stood next to Jim in front of the main screen.

Sam walked over to Will, Epps and Ironhide. The three were staring at the screen with unreadable expressions on their faces, and Sam allowed a frown to cross her own face.

"Captain," she called as she approached Will, letting go of Ratchet's arm, "What's going on."

Ironhide answered, "We made contact with Cybertron. However they refuse to answer our hails."

Ratchet frowned, starring at the screen, "Did they tell you why over the comm. Ironhide?"

"They're not saying anything," Ironhide admitted, and Will's face just got darker.

"This is only making them look guilty," Will muttered, "There's an attack on a Federation ship, and the new species we encountered during the attack refuses to respond."

Sam swore, "There's going to be war if they don't respond soon."

The moment Jim stood, silence covered the bridge. His usually joking face was dead serious, and Sam knew that what he said next would make or break the situation at hand.

"Attention planet of Cybertron," Jim announced to the screen with a voice that demanded respect, "This is Captain James Kirk from the USS Enterprise. We are not here to engage in combat. However, two of your species are on my vessel now, and were met on the Constellation. That ship was destroyed due to the conflict you are going through with another alien race. If you make contact, the Federation will not declare war."

Jim paused, and Sam could feel the tension build, "But if you don't, then we will be forced to fight you with deadly force."

There was silence on the bridge, and Spock was the one to break it.

"Captain, they are not responding," Spock said, and the noise cut the silent air, "Shall Miss Uhura contact Starfleet to inform them that war is to be waged."

"That is not necessary Captain," Sam gasped when she heard the voice. The one that had inspired hope into her when she was still a male, the voice that made caused her to survive the war.

"My name is Optimus Prime," the voice continued, and Sam grabbed onto Will's shoulder to keep from falling. Epps placed his hand on Will's other shoulder, "And we will speak with you, members of the Federation, to keep from war."

Jim let out a chocking laugh, "Lieutenant Uhura, cancel that message to Starfleet command. Looks like we're not going to war."

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