So, hey people, no bold lettering for the body of this AN. Anyway, sorry for taking so long. I didn't get my computer taken away from me, and then I did because my father thought my room was too messy and my grandmother was coming to stay at our house for Christmas and I'm writing anyway because Dad is not home and my mom thinks I'm doing an assignment…

Man…that run-on sentence made me sound a lot like Bluestreak…almost.

Anyway, I'm writing. I finally got this chapter done, and the story can progress! And that makes me happy, because I have plans—plans having something to do with the AllSpark!

Note: Comm. sessions with more than two bots in them will be written down like this: '::blah blah blah:: - Autobot/Decepticon', but when there are only two bots, it'll be written as it was originally.

Thanks SJSGirl, Kaitlyn Thorne, Naughtia, and XxLosAngelesGirlxX for reviewing! You're the best!

Orbital-cycle: 1 day

6 – So You Want Me to Do What?! – 6

I stared at my brother who now sat in the palm of my servo, his arms crossed and an annoyed look on his face. He had bravely taken on Barricade and had dented his armor and shattered his headlights. But Barricade was not a Decepticon anymore, he was an Autobot, so my little brother's actions were not acceptable. I thought that maybe I should take him to Prowl so that he could get the lecture of all lectures for what he did. He needed someone to pound reality into my brother's head. But I decided against it, so I set him down and transformed down into my vehicular form.

I opened my passenger door, and urged my brother in. He tried to go after Barricade again, who was standing in his robot mode, but I activated my holoform and had to forcefully wresle him into my alt-mode. He even tried to hit me as he screamed something about Barricade just pulling the wool over our eyes. I was tempted to sedate him, but I was worried that would make my mother angry at him, so once he was in the seat, I wrapped my seatbelts around him as tightly as I could before I deactivated my holoform and shut the door.

I knelt down by a pool, one that sat in the middle of a sandy wasteland. I wondered why I was there, but I didn't want to think about it. I tended to think too deeply about some things, and I'd keep thinking and thinking until I would stop thinking altogether. I stared down at my reflection in the pool, finding it funny how similar my face looked to the one I had when I was human, and now my human form. Since my armor was black, my helmet was black as well. It covered my head and had three short spikes sticking out the back, level with the top of my helm. It came down and covered my cheeks, letting only a little bit of silver show around my mouth, up around my nose, and around my optics.

Yes, I was different now.

I was a thin femme, thin and light. Fifteen feet tall with a pair of large doorwings on my back. Black armor covered me from helm to pede (metaphorically), letting only a little silver show on my legs, arms, and abdomen. Two of my wheels were mounted on the back of each of my calves, while the other two wheels were mounted where my heels should have been. Did that mean I could retract my pedes and use the wheels as skates? I had always wondered…

The pond never wavered as I stared down at my reflection. Another reflection suddenly appeared beside mine, though, and my optics widened. I backed away from the pool and turned to face the stranger. He was tall towering over me. I barely reached his knee. He was thin, like the Primes I had met when I had been "killed" in Calgary all those months ago, but his armor was distinctly white and his helm and faceplates looked more human. And in the center of his chest was a glowing blue ball. I wasn't sure if it was his spark or not.

This being had an aura that made him seem ancient and powerful, so in respect, I went down on one knee, no caring if sand got under my armor. It's not like it's still be there when I'd wake up.

"There is no need for you to bow, Mikaela. I have merely summoned you here so that Alpha Trion may speak with you," the ancient Cybertronian told me.

I looked up at him in shock before I scrambled to my feet and looked around. Alpha Trion? This was the first time I had heard the name of one of the remaining Thirteen. I stood there, looking up at the mech that had summoned me here with wide optics. "What…what is your designation…?" I asked slowly.

"I am Vector Prime," the mech told me before he took a few steps backwards before he disappeared in a flash of light. From what I knew about him, I guessed that he had teleported himself back to outside of time and space.

And just as fast as Vector Prime had disappeared, another mech appeared, one I hazard to guess was Alpha Trion. His armor was navy blue with white trim, and his optics were a beautiful shade of sky blue. I simply watched him as he came to a stop in front of me. He was shorter than Vector Prime, probably only a few feet taller than Optimus because I almost reached his waist. His face also looked very human, along with his helm. I wanted to bow, but I had a feeling that it might just fluster the Prime, so I fought the urge.

"Are you Alpha Trion?" I asked.

At his nod, I relaxed.

"I have had you brought here because I have an important mission for you, and you alone," he told me.

A mission? "What kind of mission, sir?" I asked.

Alpha Trion looked up for a few seconds. "You are familiar with the existence of the AllSpark?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Are you familiar with the first and second laws of thermodynamics?"

I nodded again.

"You must wonder about what happened to it when the boy shoved it into Megatron's chest…"

I bobbed my head in a nod again. "Yes…?"

Alpha Trion looked down into the pool and I felt the urge to do the same. I stared down at our reflections as I wondered what Alpha Trion was going with this. But then the reflection suddenly disappeared and was replaced by an image of the Cube. Before it was destroyed, of course. "The power of the AllSpark is not gone, young femme. It will never be gone. It cannot be destroyed. The shards of the AllSpark's physical form have been scattered far and wide, though most of them are still on Earth. Some of them are on other planets, in Cybertronian colonies." He turned to look at me. "Are you willing to leave Earth for several orbital-cycles in order to retrieve these shards?"

I stared up at the ancient Cybertronian with wide optics. "Orbital-cycles equal one Earth day, right?"

He nodded.

"Well, if I'd only be gone for a few days, then I'd be okay to leave Earth for a while…" I mused. "Wait…" I looked up at him. "Where am I going? How will I get there?"

"The first planet you'll have to go to is one called Daedalus. It orbits the star Proxima Centauri, approximately 4.3 light-years from Earth. There's a Cybertronian colony there, one called Daedalus Centauri, deriving from the names of the planet and its star."

I gazed at him curiously. "Is there a ship that I can fly so I can get there without taking thousands of years to do so?" I asked.

"Yes."

"…Where?"

"You will know when you wake up, young one," he told me. "Now…you have to figure out how to tell your friends where you will be going without having…as the humans say…'cling-ons'."

I giggled at the way Alpha Trion pronounced the word 'cling-on'. It was as if he was confused as to why humans had created such a word. I managed to calm myself before I ended up embarrassing myself. "I'll find a way," I told him.

I woke up in my bed in my room above the garage. I sat up slowly as I thought about the dream I had. But it wasn't a dream. I had been summoned to the desert-place where most of the Primes resided. By Vector Prime.

Climbing out of bed, I walked over to the front window and looked outside. I sighed when I saw that it was still dark out. I glanced over at the digital clock sitting on my nightstand (because I didn't feel like checking my internal chronometer), and saw that it was only five in the morning. I didn't feel like going back to sleep, so I quietly opened the door leading down to the garage and went down the steps. At the bottom of the steps and turned to look at the Ferrari-red figure stretched out on the concrete floor of the garage.

I stifled a giggle at the sight of Mirage splayed out on his back as he recharged. The night before, I remembered hearing him telling my father that he was going to recharge in my robot form just in case a Decepticon attacked. The Decepticons didn't know where we were, though, so I doubted that they would attack. But Mirage was still pretty cute when he recharged.

Quietly, I slipped out into the early morning, making sure I had boots on and a sweater as I walked away from the garage. I stopped in the middle of the yard and looked up at the sky. Up there, somewhere, there was a colony with how many AllSpark shards in it. I would have to leave everyone I knew for a short time before so I could get them. Get them before the Decepticons found out about them.

Maybe, once we got the AllSpark back, we would be able to go back to Cybertron, and with its power, rebuild it. That would be fantastic.

But what about my human family? I couldn't leave them… I knew that, with the Space Bridges, it would only take a few seconds to get back to Earth once they had been set up, but by the time we would get one set of Space Bridge, probably a decade or a century would have already passed before that kind of travel would be readily available. My family would be gone…

I would stay then, to keep Drew from battling anymore ex-Decepticons on his own.

That reminded me of what had happened the day before. I had to stop Drew from beating poor Barricade up. After I had gotten the baseball bat away from my brother, I had to take him home. Drew was then lectured by my father about respecting others…before Drew was sent up to his room—grounded.

I laugh when I think about it now, but it still made me realize that I was going to outlive my father, my mother, my brother, my brother's children, the children's children, and so forth. I was now nigh immortal and I would die until someone either killed me, or I was thousands upon thousands of years old. That was hard to think about.

Slowly, I bent down and created a snowball, trying to direct my thoughts to something less depressing. Slowly, I rolled the snowball across the ground, allowing it to gather more snow until I made a huge snowball almost as tall as I was. Then I rolled it to the center of the yard before I began to make another snowball, one smaller than the first. Once it was done, I set it off to the side and created the last snowball, which would serve as the head of the snowman I was creating. The "head" was the quickest to make because of its small size, so after it was done, I transformed up into my robot form and built the snowman carefully.

Once it was standing, I activated my holoform and used it to creep back to the garage. I snuck in and took a few nuts and bolts before I snuck out and placed them in my real-form's awaiting servo. I then deactivated my holoform and decorated the snowman. Two clusters of nuts created the eyes of the snowman and a bolt created the nose. A few more bolts created a smile that made the snowman look very happy. The total opposite of what I was feeling.

My family was going to pass on without me.

When I died, would I even actually go to the same place they would? Was the Well of AllSparks or the Matrix actually heaven? Maybe not the Matrix, since the Matrix of Leadership was in Optimus' chest…

Where would I go when I died?

I didn't know how long I was just standing there, thinking, but out of nowhere, I suddenly felt someone grip my shoulder. I absent mindedly looked up at Mirage, who was fully awake, and was touching my shoulder. Would I go to heaven as well, because I was born a human?

"Mikaela, are you alright?" Mirage asked me as I left my thoughts.

I looked away from him. "Not really," I admitted before I turned around and hugged him. "My processor hurts with how much I have been thinking."

Mirage placed a few digits under my chin and tilted my head back so that I was looking into his optics. "What have you been thinking about, Mikaela? What has caused you to think so hard?"

For some reason, I couldn't look him in the optic. He wouldn't believe me, would he? "I had a dream," I told him.

He was confused. "What kind of dream?"

I took a deep breath. "I dreamt that I was in this desert with Alpha Trion. I don't know if I told you, but the ancient Primes are the reason I am a Cybertronian and still with you today." I paused, wondering if he was going to say anything. But he didn't say anything, so I continued. "Alpha Trion told me that the AllSpark has not been destroyed."

This time, Mirage did say something. "The AllSpark is not gone? How can this be?" I looked up at him and saw the shocked look on his faceplates.

I gave him a sarcastic look. "I found an AllSpark fragment, and Sam found an AllSpark sliver. It's not completely gone."

Mirage seemed to calm down. "Did…Alpha Trion tell you where to find the first fragment?"

I nodded. "It's 4.3 light-years away, on a planet called Daedalus orbiting the red dwarf star named Proxima Centauri. There's a Cybertronian colony there," I told him.

"Are you sure that was not just a dream?" he asked.

I gave him a look. "Il mio uomo," I said, grabbing his attention by speaking in the language of the nationality he had adopted. "I saw Alpha Trion, and he spoke to me. Are you telling me that it was all just a figment of my imagination?"

Mirage's optics widened in surprise at what I said. "…No. No! No, mia dolce! I just didn't see what you saw. You know that it is hard to not doubt you." He placed his servos on my shoulders. He lowered his helm and kissed me on the forehelm. "But I love you, and I will not say that what you experienced during your recharge was fake. Show me something that will solidify the truth of your words."

My optics brightened as a smile appeared on my faceplates. "I know how to show you," I said happily. There's a ship somewhere. Alpha Trion said that I would know where the ship is. But where is it?

My thoughts swirled with possibilities as Mirage and I sat down in the snow next to the house. There were several ships that I had heard about from back when I was just a Transfan. The Ark, the Orion (from Transformers: Animated that later ended up being Omega Supreme), the Steelhaven (which I doubted was even on Earth. It was probably rusting on the surface of Cybertron), and some others. Other than my raging thoughts, it was quite quiet, and I was content to sit beside my courter as we waited for my family to wake up. We didn't say anything as the sun rose and warm light cascaded down onto my armor.

If I ever had to leave this planet for longer than a couple of days, I think I'd be depressed, I thought. Though, I grimaced, I never would miss the bugs, I added as I thought about the June bugs and the spiders I had run into.

Eventually, my mother came out of the house in nothing but her pajamas, a housecoat, and a pair of snowboots. Mirage jolted in surprise at the sight of her apparel before looking away, unsure if it was proper for him to gaze upon my mother when she wasn't properly dressed. I smiled. Mirage was such a gentleman-bot.

Mom noticed his discomfort. "It's alright, Mirage. You can look at me. I'm wearing clothes and nothing's showing, so it's okay," she said with a smile. "Just comes to show how much you are the right guy for my daughter."

Mirage understood what Mom was getting at, having been on Earth for almost three years now, but I would have to pull her aside sometime before I left the surface and explain to her some of the Cybertronian terms that the Autobots hadn't swapped out for human ones yet. "As you wish, signora," he said respectfully and simply watched the woman as we struck up a conversation.

We talked about how Drew had dented Barricade and what the Autobots were doing back at base. Mom said she wanted to see Jazz since she had just learned that he was back from the dead and wanted to know if he was truly alive. She really was sad when she had watched Jazz get ripped apart by Megatron in Transformers. I thought it was a great idea to have the small silver mech meet my mom. He might keep her from feeling so stressed when I wasn't around.

"I'll talk to him about it, Mom. He'll probably want to come out here and meet you when he's not on duty," I smiled.

Mom smiled at me before she returned to the house. I watched her go before I was interrupted by a sudden comm. buzz. ::Are you there, Twister?:: - Optimus Prime

I huffed a sigh and rolled my optics. I looked at Mirage and invited him to patch into the comm. link. ::Here, Optimus.:: - Twister

::And I, also.:: - Mirage

There was a small silence before Optimus spoke. ::I need you both back at Autobot Headquarters immediately. There are a few things we need to discuss.:: - Optimus Prime

::What's it about?:: - Twister

I felt uneasy about the tone of voice Optimus was using. I couldn't tell what emotions rode it, but he sounded uneasy even though his tone was very calm. Uh oh, had I done something wrong? Suddenly, I felt like I had been caught with my hand in the cookie jar, even though I had done nothing wrong.

::It's about the dream you had last night, Mikaela. I saw it through the bond.:: - Optimus Prime

My spark fluxed uncomfortably at that. ::Y-you saw that?:: - Twister

Had Alpha Trion known that that would happen? I wondered.

::Indeed. Now come, this is an urgent matter.:: - Optimus Prime

::If I may cut in?:: - Mirage

There was a pause. ::You may.:: - Optimus Prime

Mirage cleared his voicebox. ::About the dream: Mikaela has already told me about it. If you require her to do anything, include me in it.:: - Mirage

I was shocked. ::Mirage!:: - Twister

::Be calm, bello.:: - Mirage.

::You must hurry, you two. If the Decepticons catch wind of this, it might have terrible consequences.:: - Optimus Prime

::Yes, sir!:: - Twister

::Affirmative, Prime.:: - Mirage.

And with that, the comm. link was quickly severed. I blinked a few times as I focused on the outside world. Mirage shook his helm as his optics look slightly longer to online then he liked. I grinned at his slightly frustrated expression before it disappeared. "The cold is getting to you, Mirage. C'mon, I just have to say goodbye to my family, and then we can go," I told him. He nodded once.

I transformed down into my human form and walked into the house. Making the boots disappear from my feet, I walked into the kitchen. Quickly, I said goodbye to my family and hugged them before I left. I transformed up into robot form before I collapsed into my alt-mode. Mirage did the same a few seconds later before we peeled out. But I had a bad feeling in the pit of my tank. How was this conversation with Prime going to turn out?