Hi guys, this is The Fallen's Mistake, the sequel to The Past Always Returns, which is the sequel to A Change In Plans. It would probably be best if you read those first, else ya'll will be very confused. ;p

Thanks a bunch to everyone's support, and mah lovely reviewer harem! ^^

- Until All Are One -

Summary: The adventures continue! How will all the changes affect the events of the 2nd movie as we know it? Sage and her family are going to go through some more difficult and troubling events in this sequel to The Past Always Returns.

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Transformers, else I'd have the kiddie version, and the adult version. LOL Plus I'd not be broke right now. XD

I will have my normal notes, from A Change In Plans, at the bottom, instead of at the top. So Cybertronian terms are on the bottom. ^.^

Chapter Warning:

- Until All Are One -

Title: The Fallen's Mistake

Chapter Seven: A Prime's Warning, and Simmons Being Simmons

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Previously from The Fallen's Mistake:

"Look, I had a bit of a mild panic attack earlier, right?" he said, nervous but genuinely apologetic.

"That's cuz you're a pussy," the two fist bumped, chuckling.

"I think I'm allowed that, considering what I've been through." He continued, ignoring them. Sage snorted as Barricade stood back upright, grunting his skepticism. "I heard you have a problem. I think I know someone who can help."

"Who?"

"We don't need your help, fleshy," the Hunter growled. He ignored the hostile Con.

"Robo-Warrior,"

- Until All Are One -

After spending the night in the old courtyard, they separated into two groups. Mikaela and Sage climbed into Barricade, who, after much persuasion and bribery, took on his plain alt mode instead of his police alt. Sam and Leo remained in Bumblebee, the two mechs keeping their radios tuned to each other's Com Links, so they could communicate, with Skids and Mudflap eavesdropping and chiming in every now and then.

"Okay, so this guy, Robo-Warrior, everything about anything alien, he's supposed to know." Leo was explaining. "One time we revenge-hacked his site and maybe I saw some of your alien drawings or whatever."

::He 'maybe' saw Cybertronian glyphs? Why are we listening to this ignorant whelp?::

::Easy Cade, we don't want him to piss his pants in Bumblebee,:: Sage's chide was wholly agreed with by the scout, who warbled shrilly at the thought. They slowly pulled up to the corner of 4th and Flatbush, earning a snide comment from the Con, slipping into an alleyway to allow them to step out.

"This is it. Yep." Leo looked around as Sam adjusted the neon red and yellow hat he had found. "Deli. Good front!" The two guys and two girls looked up at the old building apprehensively for a moment before Leo turned to them. "All right, wait here. I'll give you the go/no go. All right?" He slipped inside, leaving them to look at each other in amusement.

"Did he really just say that?" Sage asked, "Does he think we're in some spy movie or something?"

"He's got some, issues," Sam shrugged.

"More than issues, Sam, he's insane," Mikaela scoffed. Sage tilted her head, focusing on seeing through the window before sighing and walking in.

"Bree! He said to wait! Aww, man, c'mon Mikaela,"

"Number 42, we got your kishka, knish, kasha-varnishka and kreplach combo right here." She stifled a groan and rolled her eyes at hearing the familiar voice. It might have been over two years, but she would NEVER forget that man's sneering snide voice. "Cash only. Who's next?"

"I told you to cure the lox in the brine and then smoke it!" a little lady scolded as she moved behind him.

"Ma, you want me to cut my hand off, or what?"

"You… You ruined a beautiful piece of fish, you retard!" She snickered as she realized where he got his sharp tongue from. Ducking behind taller customers, she bumped into Leo who hissed when he realized she had followed him in.

"I'm like a ninja with a blade. It's an art form." Oh, she could not wait to introduce him to Sideswipe!

"Give me your money. Get outta here!"

"Hey, Sal! Watch your reach, huh? Take a number, young man." Simmons didn't notice her hiding behind Leo, since she kept her back to him, but she waited with a smile to scare the crap out of the ex-agent.

"Robo-Warrior," For a moment, Simmons paused, looking him over, which confirmed it. Leo stepped forward, smirking, as Sage pulled the hood of her hoodie further over her face. "Know him?"

"I never heard of him," Simmons denied.

"You never heard of ?"

"Oh, you must be talking about that amateur-hour blog operation with Game Boy-level security."

"Robo-Warrior," Leo growled. Sage stepped forward, snickering.

"I totally agree with you Simmons, for once," both of them gaped at her, before the ex-agent stuttered, pointing at her.

"You! Y-you what are y-you doing here?!" She shrugged, snickering at his flabbergasted look, just as Sam and Mikaela walked in.

"There he is! That's the guy!" Leo pointed excitedly. Simmons looked over, gaping before rolling his eyes.

"No."

"Oh, you got to be kidding me," Sam groaned.

"All right, meat store's closed!" he rang a tiny bell. "Everybody out! Out, right now! This means you lady!" as he shoved himself around the corner, towards them, the customers unhappily left.

"Wait a minute. You know this guy?"

"We're old friends,"

"Old friends? You're the case that shut down Sector Seven, got the kibosh, disbanded. No more security clearance, no retirement, no nothing." Sage felt bad for a moment, all his hard work and years of being with them was just gone. "All 'cause of you, your little criminal girlfriend, and your freak cousin. Look at em now, so mature," he remarked. Any sympathy she had, gone in an instant, she felt Barricade's growl reverberate down their Link.

"Moron! Where's the whitefish?"

"Hey! Don't touch me with the pig!"

"Yakov!"

"What?"

"You don't get Christmas bonuses standing around! You want those new teeth you saw on SkyMall?"

"It's my dream!"

"Help her out!"

"You live with your mama?" Mikaela asked.

"No, my mama lives with me. It's a big difference." He pointed to the TV behind him, "They got your face all over the news, alien boy."

"Yeah, I know."

"And NBE One's still kicking, huh? How did that happen? Don't answer. I don't know what you're hiding, but I don't want anything to do with it. So, good-bye. You never saw me. I got bagels to schmear. Vanish." He sent her a helpless look, but she raised her hands.

"You deal with him, or I will, by kicking his balls again," all three of them heard the encouraging sounds from all four mechs outside. "See?"

"Can you give me five seconds? Look, hold on, I need your help." Sam chased him.

"Really? You need my help?"

"I need… Look, I am slowly losing my mind. Okay, I had a little crab-bot, plunged a device deep into the soft tissues of my brain and started projecting little alien symbols like a freaking home movie! And on top of that, I'm a wanted fugitive. So, you think you got it rough?"

"You said it projected images off your brain?" he wondered thoughtfully.

"Right,"

"Meat locker, now!" he ushered all of them past the counter, down a hall and into said locker, ignoring their looks of distaste.

"Dead pigs,"

"What you're about to see is top secret. Do not tell my mother," he opened a grate on the floor, which revealed a ladder going down.

"Swine flu. Not good."

"Now you know. Next time you eat a goat or a pig, there's a story behind it. Sad little story." They came down into a rounded room with large windows, packed and overstuffed with boxes and items. Sage abruptly remembered the various contacts she had met, in seeking out knowledge about Haven, most of whom she'd seen had rooms very similar. Small secretive rooms stuffed wall to wall with things in 'organized chaos' so only they knew where everything was. They ignored the small TV set on a pile of papers, talking about the flattened cities and alien conspiracies. "Okay, files, files. We're talking about symbols." Simmons dug around in one corner before pulling out a thin folder, turning to look at Sam. "Okay, Cube-brain." He whipped it open dramatically, showing off several papers with symbols on them. "Any of these look like the symbols you saw?"

"Where'd you get these?" he snatched the papers away, looking them over.

"Before I got fired, I poached S-7's crown jewel," he used several filing cabinets to climb up to several boxes. "Over 75 years of alien research, which points to one inescapable fact. The Transformers, they've been here a long, long time." None of them noticed Sage's eyes cloud over, as she turned her head to the side. Her golden optics locked with warm scarlet, ShadowFlight beckoning her into the next room. "How do I know?" he pulled out a small file box, "Archeologists found these unexplained markings in ancient ruins all over the world." Climbing down, he slapped photos, papers, and various other items with the symbols onto the table. "China. Egypt. Greece."

"ShadowFlight?" Sage followed her, still hearing them in the next room. To her astonishment, the Femme Prime paused in front of a small pedestal, which contained a stone tablet. Sage reached forward, touching the tablet, and the familiar symbols and image.

"Shot in 1932." The sound of a projector seemed muffled to her. "These the symbols you're seeing in your head?" There, on the tablet, was the exact sequence of glyphs surrounding a filigree rounded orb containing a bright light. The same image that was tattooed on her back.

"That, my sweetspark, is the CORE Matrix," the dead Prime looked sorrowful, "Creation of Resolute Equality. It was the single most important thing I have ever done in my lifetime. Unlike the Matrix of Leadership, this Matrix was passed down to my people in secret. It can only be held by the Vessel for a limited time, because it is not meant to be carried by anyone other than a Voice. You will carry this, you will be the Vessel, and in doing so, will help restore Cybertron. But there is a catch, sweetspark,"

"Yeah,"

"Same ones over here, right?"

"The Vessel must not carry or even touch the Matrix of Leadership. The combined energies of them both will cause agonizing pain, as both fight to take the Bearer for their own,"

"So, tell me, how did they end up all drawing the same things? Huh? Aliens. And I think some of them stayed." Sage blinked, the Prime disappearing, her warning echoing in her mind. Turning back to the group, she didn't notice the tablet crumble away into dust. "Check this out. Project Black Knife. Robots in disguise, hiding here all along." He showed off several old pictures of vehicles, slapping them down. Sage picked up one, focusing on the plane. "We detected radioactive signatures all across the country. I pleaded on my knees with S-7 to investigate it, but they said the readings were infinitesimal," Her eyes locked on the different pictures of the various countries, something niggling at the back of her mind. "That I was obsessed. Me! Can you imagine that?"

"Yeah. Megatron said that there was another Energon source here."

"On Earth?"

"On Earth."

"Another source?"

"Okay? And that these symbols, maps in my head, would lead him there."

"You talk to your Autobot friends about this?"

"No, no, no, the source is before them. Whatever the Energon source is, it predates them. It's before them."

"So, it comes before them."

"Correct."

"Well, then we're porked, unless we can talk to a Decepticon. I mean, I'm not on speaking terms with them."

"Wait, what about the police robot outside?" Leo asked.

"Police robot?" Simmons repeated, giving them a gimlet eye, "You brought a Decepticon here, to my home?!"

"No, no, Barricade doesn't remember the symbols too well, he called them the language of the Primes," Sam reassured, "And besides, he's a good guy. Ish."

"Ish? What 'Ish'? Either he is or he isn't!"

"I, actually am, on speaking terms with a Decepticon," Mikaela interrupted. She and Sam went back outside, grabbing the toolbox from Bumblebee's trunk and ignoring the revving from the Con. While they did that, Sage continued looking through the pictures, focusing on the vehicles as foggy memories became clearer. When they came back down, setting the box on the table, all of them stepped back.

"Let me out!"

"This is going to be a little bit sad."

"Open it." Wheelie launched himself out of the box, held back only by a thick chain Mikaela had somehow managed to tie on him. Leo screamed as they all jumped back, as he whirled violently around.

"I will have SO many Decepticons on your butt!"

"Hey, behave!" he froze as Mikaela held the handheld blowtorch, eying it warily.

"What is it, a Decepticon?"

"Yeah,"

"A mini-con, actually," Sage propped her chin up on her hands, peering at him without any nervousness. Wheelie struggled with the chain a bit, glancing over at her occasionally, but keeping his distance.

"And you're training him?"

"I'm trying to."

"I spent my whole adult life combing the planet for aliens," Simmons said, sounding forlorn, "and you're carrying around one in your purse like a little Chihuahua." Wheelie froze, turning to glare at him.

"Do you want a throw-down, you pubic 'fro-head?" he sneered.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry about your eye, you know, but, if you're a good boy, then I'm not gonna torch your other eye. Okay? I'm not gonna torch it," Mikaela smiled sweetly. Sage noted that the guys were inching away from her a bit, eying her with a hint of fear. "Just tell me what these symbols are, please." She tapped several of the photos beneath him.

"All right," he knelt, moving the papers around, "Oh, I know that. That's the language of the Primes. I don't read it, but these guys… " he moved the photos around, "Where the frick did you find photos of these guys?"

"Is this them?" Sam held up two.

"Yeah. Seekers, pal. Oldest of the old. They've been here thousands of years, looking for something. I don't know what. Nobody tells me nothing, but they'll translate those symbols for you. And I know where to find them."

"Show us,"

"Yeah," he cracked his small knuckles before spinning around and using his optics to laser-point various spots on a map.

"Alright, the closest one is Washington,"

"Thank you, little guy," Sage lightly touched his injured optic, a flash of energy surrounding it before it repaired itself in seconds. She ignored Leo's gaping mouth, and Simmon's wide eyes, "A little, positive reinforcement, for your helpfulness," she smiled sweetly. Wheelie blinked, his optics wide as he stood there speechless for a moment.

"You've gotten better, Sage," Mikaela grinned, "Before, you'd shock yourself and Cade would go all mother hen on you, I'm surprised you managed to make it repair him though, it's not normally that agreeable to what you want."

"It felt right this time," the older brunette shrugged, looking at her fingers. She could still feel the tingling sensation, the familiar energy of the Allspark still connected to her. She used to be able to only sense it while singing to the Younglings, but a year of training later, by an amused ShadowFlight and irritated Barricade, led to her being able to draw it forth in small amounts. Usually just enough to spark against a mech's armor, a flash of her emotions, this time it was potent enough to repair Wheelie's optic.

=You're a Voice,= he muttered, =No wonder you're surrounded by so many mechs, they must be blocking your bio-sigs,=

=That's right,= she snickered softly when he jumped, startled, when she replied back to him. Her Cybertronian was still a bit childish, but improving the more she spoke it. =So why did Mikki lock you up inside that toolbox?=

=I tried to steal the shard,= he sheepishly touched his optic, =didn't fare too well though,=

=Mikki's not someone you really wanna mess with, especially on her turf,=

=Yeah, I see that now,=

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"Smithsonian Air and Space Museum. Land of dreams in there." Simmons sounded wistful, they noted. "All I ever wanted to be was an astronaut,"

"So you could chase aliens?" Sage asked innocently, leaning against Barricade's roof. The Hunter rumbled a laugh as his door kept her partially pinned against him, his laughter joined by the revs of the Bots.

"There's more to life than simply chasing little green men," he scoffed, before shrugging, "But since the aliens we found aren't little green men, then yeah, mostly to chase aliens," he shoved his binoculars away before ripping his pants off. The girls choked, looking away as the mechs edged back, startled and disgusted by the visible flesh. "Hold those," he tossed them to Sam.

=Eww man, what the frag?=

=Yeah man, what is that thing?=

=Fleshies are so disgusting,=

=Hey, hey, hey! Put your clothes back on you pubic 'fro-head! Some of us like to be able to SEE!=

=You really don't wanna know Mudflap,= Sage covered her eyes, trying, and failing, to remove THAT mental image from her brain.

"What is that?" Sam asked, grossed out as Simmons lifted his shirt and spun around in all his, squishy glory.

"What? I wear them when I'm in a funk," he shrugged nonchalantly, showing off his S7 thong. "So does Giambi, Jeter. It's a baseball thing. Okay."

"Except they don't rip their pants off in front of impressionable youths," the Con's voice was loud enough for them to hear, but low enough that no one else thought it strange.

"Thanks Cade, we didn't know how much you cared," Mikaela cooed, only to yelp softly when his passenger side door closed on her, similarly pinning her protectively to him.

"Slagging organics, I meant, he shouldn't be exposing himself to young femmes! It is, indecent!"

"Love you too Cade," Simmons shimmied into his new clothes, ignoring the muttering mech.

"Okay, watches synchronized, sharp mind and empty bladder." The two girls stifled giggles, "You get caught, demand an attorney and don't ever say my name. Okay, take one of these pills. Slip it under your tongue." He tossed a pill bottle to Sam, who looked at it blankly. "It's the high-concentrate polymer they put in Oreo cookies. Tricks the polygraph every time," he didn't notice Mikaela's disbelieving look as Sam handed her one of the pills. "Okay, now, let's get this show on the road." He pulled out a Taser and tested it by sparking it.

"Whoa, whoa, no, listen, I can't do this," Leo protested, backing up from the sparking Taser. "I'm not some alien bounty hunter, guys. I'm not gonna do this." Sage swatted her Guardian as he chortled in amusement.

"But I am, squishy, so get over it," he aggressively revved his engine.

"Guards have guns. I don't want to die!"

"Kid, kid, kid!" Simmons chest bumped him back into Skids, who vibrated softly in amusement and disgust. "You compromise this mission, you are dead to me. Now look into my eyes and tighten up that sphincter."

=I'm starting to like this squishy!=

=Oi! Get him off me! Pin the Chia pet against the Con!=

=Simmons is becoming amusing, Femmeling, but if he dares touch me, he will be missing vital parts of his anatomy,=

"Understood Cade,"

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Review Replies:

Miyukumu: lol, yes.. some lemony goodness between Cade and Blackout would be yummy, wouldn't it?.. I wasn't going to include it in this story, but I might in one of the lesser side stories, didn't want to stray off the main plot again. In two days? Really?.. Wow... ;p.. hope ya enjoyed it. I hated Optimus's death too, which is why I did Sage's POV instead of that part. Glad ya enjoying it!

Much Love, Iridian