Fea: I decided that I liked G1 Ironhide's accent better than the movies, so I changed it (I apologize ahead of time if you think I butchered it). Plus I always thought that the black frame fit the accent better than the red van one.

In case anyone has forgotten or is prepared to call me out on it; I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS! If I did the council would've been assassinated when NOVA was still Prime.

Anyways; peoples to thank!

Forgot to do this last chapter:

:Allspark:—comm. link

%allspark%—Cybertronian

#allspark#—Bond link

^Allspark^—Texts (like on a phone)

"Allspark"—Person on the other end of the phone conversation

Hic—roughly 1 kilometer (.62 miles)

Vun—roughly 1 hectometer (328.08 feet)

*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*

The young woman shifted restlessly in anticipation, gripping the steering wheel of the Gold Lamborghini Reventon as she checked passing highway signs every second. There was a hiss of static from the speakers before a low chuckle filled the interior of the car at her impatience, cutting off in a yelp as she smirked and smacked the appendage she was holding.

"Oi! No hitting the sensitive interior!"

"Oh; so you admit you're not as tough of a mech as you pretend to be?"

The voice huffed as the car merged onto a turn-off, stopping at a red light as the woman smirked victoriously.

"I will NEVER admit that; but damnit organic, hitting the interior of a mech is like hitting a human male in the reproductive anatomy—it fragging hurts!"

"Oh; and what about YOUR 'reproductive anatomy'?"

"That hurts even worse!"

The woman laughed as the light turned green and they made a right turn, silence reigning momentarily before the voice spoke up again.

"So what exactly are we doing out here 'Wen?"

"…..I know that when Bumblebee takes Sam and Mikaela to watch the others land he takes them to Griffith Observatory, where they can see the other four of the advance team enter the atmosphere. After that I lose them until they show back up at Sam's house—somewhere in West Adam's District—by which time it doesn't give us ENOUGH time to explain everything that we need to."

"So we need to catch Bumblebee at this Griffith place so that he will lead us to the others…

Where do they all land anyway?"

The woman suppressed a snort of laughter at the question, waving her hand helplessly at the voices questioning grunt as she tried to regain control of herself.

"Sorry Sunstreaker; I just got this really ODD image of Ironhide in a sparkly pink tutu, complete with wand and wings….and for some strange reason—damn my overactive human imagination—he was hitting Starscream over the head with it so that the fairy-dust would make him fly!"

Sunstreaker said nothing as he turned down another road enroute to the observatory, yelping and jerking forward when she hit his steering wheel again.

"WOULD YOU STOP THAT?"

"Then don't act like you've just gone into processor lock dumb-ass!"

"Well then you should keep your deranged mental images to yourself Morwenna! I don't even have any idea WHY that image would enter your head in the first place!"

"Okay; Ironhide lands in pool—daughter of pool owner wakes up and takes her tooth out from underneath her pillow."

Sunstreaker made a noise of confusion.

"Why the pit would a femme youngling have an orifice bone hidden under her pillow?"

"Human tradition."

"…..You humans are weird."

"No weirder than you are Sunstreaker."

"Hey! I thought we agreed, SIDESWIPE is the weird one; I'm the vain one AND WHAT IS IT WITH YOU HUMANS AND NOT BEING ABLE TO DRIVE?"

Sunstreaker swerved violently away from the truck that was drifting into their lane, nearly missing the turn-off to the observatory, his entire frame jerking to the right as he used his superior grip and engine power to turn and shoot down the road in less than a second. Morwenna groaned and pressed her forehead against the glass of his driver's side door, stomach objecting to the sudden change in direction.

"If you're going to purge could you please do it OUTSIDE of my interior? It took me forever to get it clean when Soundrive threw a paint bomb inside and slammed the door—not to mention how long it took me to clean up Lightwave after that!"

Morwenna sniggered at the remembered prank; they were definitely Sunstreakers sparklings alright. What made it even funnier to her was that they were twins as well—she couldn't wait to see the others reactions when they found THAT out.

"Anyways; back to our last topic. The daughter of the pool owner goes downstairs and out the door to the pool.

Ironhide climbs out.

As he is climbing out she very innocently asks him;

"Excuse me; are you the Tooth Fairy?""

There was a moment of silence before Sunstreaker's engine spluttered in shock, laughter exploding out of his speakers as he struggled to drive in a straight line.

"I am SO using your 'mental image' as a prank—that would be hilarious!"

She smirked.

"I thought you might like that."

"So what about the others?"

"Ratchet lands in the middle of downtown and takes out a mechanic's repair shop—ironic since he's a medic.

Jazz manages to take out the top half of a baseball stadium and half the field and Optimus is the ONLY one who manages to land away from the active human population—he actually lands in a field just behind the observatory."

Sunstreaker snorted as he turned onto the road that lead to the observatory, poised to ask a question when Morwenna made a noise of surprise and pointed at the Camaro coming in the opposite direction.

"That's Bumblebee!"

Revving his engine in acknowledgement he turned into the driveway after the car, slamming on his brakes as the yellow Camaro spun around so that it was facing him head on. Both doors popped open and two humans shot out of either seat and into the nearby bushes, transformation sequence initiating as soon as they were clear. The yellow bot trained his ion cannon on them as soon as he was fully transformed, doorwings ridged in surprise and wariness as he glared at them meaningfully.

"Stick 'em up!"

Morwenna snorted as she stepped out of Sunstreakers alt, raising her hands half-heartedly as Sunstreaker transformed behind her, throwing a cocky grin at the scout as he stood to his full height.

"Hey 'Bee; Ratch' still hasn't fixed it yet huh?"

Bumblebee let out a surprised warble as he transformed his servo back to normal and took a step toward the frontliner, knocking him over in a hug when his grin grew wider.

"OI; WATCH THE PAINT!"

Morwenna shook her head and made her way over to the two teenagers as Sunstreaker struggled to get the over-enthusiastic mech off of him, waving as they looked in her direction.

"Hey there!"

Hesitantly Sam started waving back, yelping as Mikaela whapped his hand before turning a glare in her direction.

"Who are you? And how does our robot know your robot?"

Morwenna winced at her words, fixing her with a rueful smile as 'Bee began to click at Sunstreaker rapidly in Cybertronian Code.

"First off—they're not robots. They're Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the planet Cybertron—Autobots for short. Your 'robot' as you put it is an Autobot scout named Bumblebee; my 'robot' is an Autobot frontliner—think Army infantry—named Sunstreaker.

My name is Morwenna Morrigan; pleased to meet you, Samuel J. Witwicky and Mikaela Banes."

She smiled serenely as they stared at her; surprising people like that was fun.

"H-how did you know our names?"

Her smile grew wider.

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."

There was a sudden, muffled chirp that had Morwenna snapping her attention to Sunstreaker as Bumblebee paused in his clicking to look at him in confusion, said mech looking back at them with an oblivious expression. He winced minutely as more chirps and warbles sounded from his chassis, vents heaving in defeat as those voices started talking and Morwenna's expression grew dark.

"Sunstreaker—get them out. NOW."

A mulish look crossed his faceplates as the other three beings stared at her in confusion—what in the name of Primus was she talking about?

"SUNSTREAKER!"

The two humans backed up a bit as the two entered a glaring match, Bumblebee shifting his weight so that he could tackle the golden 'bot if he went after the more fragile organic. There was a tense silence as their glares deepened, everyone's heads whipping up to the heavens as there was a sonic boom and four interstellar Protoforms passed over-head.

"Fine."

The small scout jerked back in surprise as Sunstreakers chassis plating began to split and shift; he had never heard of Sunstreaker giving up so easily—Sideswipe didn't count—to ANYONE; much less an organic! The golden armor shifted back just enough to reveal his carrying chamber, the yellow scout freezing—optics cycled to their widest setting as he spotted what lay inside.

"Gigs up guys; time to get out."

Warbling sadly at Sunstreakers slightly disappointed tone, three tiny metallic beings climbed into his open servo, hopping off once he had lowered them to the ground and standing in front of Morwenna with downturned optics. She fixed them with a stern expression as they looked at her with a nervously hopeful expression, sighing as they started to keen softly. Kneeling down and picking up the largest of the three she turned her attention back to the mech in front of her, face grim as she looked into his optics.

"You realize how much danger they're in just by BEING here, don't you?"

Sunstreaker nodded his helm as his plating finished closing, expression deadly serious as he scooped the other two back into his arms, holding them close to his spark as he spoke.

"Did you think that they would believe you without proof?"

Morwenna smiled bitterly, gently shaking her head in answer.

Slowly Bumblebee knelt next to her, staring in wonder at the tiny being in her arms—he had never seen one for himself, especially since he was thought to be the last. Slowly he stretched out a digit towards the sparkling, pausing and looking at the human femme nervously, optics asking for permission to touch the suddenly shy mechling.

"It's alright; he won't hurt you."

Not sure who she was speaking to 'Bee slowly placed his digit on the sparklings helm and rubbed, face-plates stretching into an impression of a smile as the little one relaxed and started rubbing back against the large yellow digit, engine purring contentedly as his optics dimmed to a greyish-blue. Sam smiled from where he stood watching; to him it sounded like the little guy was a giant metallic cat.

"What is that?"

Mikaela's eyebrow rose as everyone turned to look at her and she crossed her arms—she HAD asked a question.

"Not what; who.

This is Vultus and he is a sparkling—a Cybertronian baby in human standards."

"I'm not a baby!"

Morwenna laughed at her sparklings put-out expression, yelping when he hit her softly.

"I'm not! Humans have to wait three to four stellarcycles to talk; I could talk after three ORNS!"

Sunstreaker smirked, rubbing one of his digits against the silver helm roughly in a sign of affection.

"Well compared to me you are scraplet; and 'Drive and 'Wave are even younger than you."

"Not by that much!"

"Yea; only by two stellar cycles!"

Sam watched as they laughed at the small ro—Cybertronians indignation; even Mikaela was chuckling bemusedly at the oddly cute display. He shook his head; his week had been weird from the moment he had gotten home last night—scratch that; from the moment he had bought Bumblebee—and it had just kept on going down-hill from there. Sighing he straightened his shoulders before stepping up to Morwenna; he felt more comfortable asking questions from her—both because she was human and she could actually explain it in a way that he could understand.

"Morwenna, right?"

"Hm?"

"What do they want with me?"

She turned to face him, green eyes looking at him appreciatively before speaking.

"Archibald's glasses."

"What?"

"Ya know the 'random' symbols that he drew when he went crazy?"

"….Yea?"

She shook her head, amusement glinting in her eyes at his increasingly confused expression.

"Not so random; Cybertronian glyphs that had been imprinted on his brain."

"And the iceman?"

She shrugged.

"Frozen Cybertronian Warlord."

Mikaela tensed, ice blue eyes flashing in alarm.

"Warlord?"

Morwenna nodded her head, opening her mouth to speak when heavy ped-falls sounded behind them, a low, rumbling voice sounding in question.

"Sunstreaker?"

*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*

: Initiate landing protocols—and for the love of Primus PLEASE land in a non-populated area; we don't need a repeat of Temulis 9.:

: He's talking to you Ironhide.:

: Ya're involv'd too Ratchet! Or did ya forgit 'bout a cert'n Temul'n Of—:

: Shut it before I reformatyou into a waste receptacle!:

: Now, now younglings; listen to your papa Prime.:

:…..You're next Jazz.:

: Patience you three; I'm just as sick of being stuck in this form as you—the sooner we land, the better.:

There was a grunt over the comm. as Ratchet headed towards the planet, the faint impression of a teasing smirk filtering through their bond.

: Well then; what are we waiting for? Let's go!:

Optimus increased his speed to catch up with his spark-mate, Jazz and Ironhide not far behind as they penetrated the upper mesosphere, streaking across the alien sky as their speed broke the sound barrier. Optimus winced to himself as his outer plating heated up uncomfortably from the friction of the miniscule matter particles in the air, grunting as he hit the organic ground hard and hot, sliding a good vun before shuddering to a stop. Unfolding from the pod-like alt mode he made for the nearest transport lane, shivering as the cool foreign breeze of the planet brushed against his bare protoform.

Scaling the irregular terrain he stopped at the top of a small incline, sighing in relief as he spotted a terrain vehicle that would be large enough to contain his frame comfortably. Scanning the primary colored semi-truck he transformed, rolling his gears to get a feel for his new form.

: Prime to Bumblebee;…..come in Bumblebee.:

Optimus frowned as he went unanswered—it wasn't like the scout to ignore his calls. Sending a location ping down the link he headed towards 'Bee's location, stiffening as he drew close enough to pick up the signal of TWO Autobots and three unknowns—not to mention the three organic life signatures that were interspersed among them.

: Prime to Jazz.:

: S'up Prime?:

: Bumblebee is unresponsive to hails over his comm.; scan of the area he is located in reveals an additional Autobot signature along with three signals of unknown origin.:

Optimus could feel the faint impression of a frown over the comm. link, Jazz's response so—Prowl-like that he just knew that the silver saboteur had shifted into 'serious mode'.

: Do you wish for me to 'take care' of the situation?:

: Negative; acquiring visual now. I will let you know…if…:

Optimus trailed off as he just stared at the golden mech that stood next to Bumblebee; it couldn't be.

"Sunstreaker?"

Said mech straightened before turning around on wheeled peds, signature smirk plastered across arrogantly handsome features as he looked at his Prime.

"Hey Prime; long time no see."

Optimus missed the greeting in its entirety, attention focused on the tiny beings held in large golden arms. Wide blue optics looked up at him in surprise, uncertainty entering those sky blue orbs as they continued to look at him. The smaller of the two—dark, rich navy blue plating with orange edging—buried his helm into Sunstreakers chassis as his inverted counterpart gently tugged on the golden mechs arm, pointing at him when he gained the 'bots attention.

"Carrier; who's that? And why is he so big?"

Optimus was amazed at the honest joy that overtook Sunstreaker, the laughter and affectionate amusement so at odds with the moody, volatile twin he had known for vorns—it was like he was a completely different mech.

"That—little 'Wave—is Optimus Prime. He is the Leader of the Autobots and bearer of the Prime Matrix."

"H….He won't…..He won't hurt us; will he?"

Sunstreaker clicked reassuringly at the smaller sparkling as he stepped closer to his Prime, rubbing back struts soothingly as the little one curled tighter against him.

"No 'Drive; he has sworn to protect every Cybertronian who still has a spark: even the bad guys."

"Really?"

"Well; only if they ask for help REALLY nice."

'Drive giggled at the funny squeak in Sunstreakers voice, the larger of the two sparklings tilting his helm curiously as he studied the Prime.

"Why are you so big?"

Optimus couldn't help but laugh; it was so—refreshing to hear the curious innocence of a sparkling after so long. He had forgotten how soothing and uplifting it could be.

"I'm not all that tall young one; before the war there where 'bots as tall as the humans Empire State Building and as big as an entire city—some of them even had smaller, slimmer 'bots living inside the buildings that made up their frame."

Smiling at the wide eyed wonderment on the mechlings face he turned to locate the boy that Bumblebee had found—only to have his gaze riveted on the silver sparkling held in a human femme's arms.

: PRIME!:

Optimus jerked and rubbed one audial fin tenderly; the mech needed to learn how to speak quietly.

: What is it Ironhide?:

: 'What is it' he asks; ya'd better be glad tha' Ratchet's here with meh—'tween him 'n' Jazz it's near impossible ta keep 'em from goin' after ya with guns blazin'!:

#You had better be alright Orion or so help me—!#

Optimus cycled his vents as his optics flickered briefly, optical ridge lifting as he noticed the knowing smirk on the human femme's face.

: I am fine Ratchet; I was just—surprised.:

: Oh? And what can s'prise the great Optimus Prime?:

: Something that cannot be explained with mere words.:

There was a brief nanoklick of silence.

: You enjoy knowing something that we don't; don't you?:

Optimus let his amusement bleed through the bond in response, adding a vague feeling of urgency before refocusing his attention on the humans who had now taken to standing near his peds. He noticed with a faint sense of dread that that same smirk still adorned the older human femme's face.

"Well; now that Prime's attention seems to be focused on us instead of his comm. maybe he will be able to answer your question fleshling."

One of the humans had asked a question? Optimus frowned internally; usually his awareness wasn't so impaired.

"Sunstreaker; behave."

The golden mech snorted, nailing the femme with a wry grin as he spoke.

"This is about as 'behaved' as I get 'Wen."

The femme shook her head, optics rolling within their cranial sockets as she adjusted the sparkling on her hip.

"Umm; hello? I would really like to know what's going on here! Why do you need Grandpa Archibald's glasses? And you still haven't introduced yourself."

Optics shuttered before Optimus was lowering himself to one knee, sincere apology written into every movement.

"Forgive me; my name is Optimus Prime, Leader of the Autobots."

"So you're 'Bee's and Sunny's—"

The boy jumped as the Lamborghini's engine revved angrily, a nasty sneer on the golden mechs features as one of his wrist blades extended threateningly.

"NO NICKNAMES!"

Optimus nodded to himself; THERE'S the Sunstreaker that he knew. Watching the humans reactions to his anger—the boy looked ready to urinate himself while the younger femme had every muscle tensed in preparation to flee—Optimus was prepared to step forward when the older femme rolled her optics again, kicking SUNSTREAKER of all mechs straight in the ped, optical ridge lifting as he fixed her with an angry glare. She spent a few seconds engaging him in a staring match before turning her back to him coolly, using one hand to gesture at the Witwicky boy.

"Continue Sam."

"…..Umm;. . . right. Anyway; you're their boss right?"

"Yes Samuel J. Witwicky; I am."

"Uhh; Sam's just fine. I'm usually only called by my full name when I'm in trouble."

"Very well; Sam."

"Why do you want the glasses? I mean; Morwenna said something about a Warlord…..."

Optimus raised an optical ridge as he looked down at the older fe—Morwenna, exasperation overtaking him when she just shrugged her shoulders.

"Seemed like the easiest way to explain who Megatron was."

"I assum' ya told her 'bout the war Sunstreak'r?"

Those gathered turned to look at the 'bot that had just spoken, Ironhide blatantly ignoring the humans inquisitive stares as he walked up to his Prime. Of course, he also ignored how Ratchet and Jazz just seemed to stop and stare at Sunstreaker and the femme that had just spoken—so they were wrong when they thought that the golden pain-in-the-aft was dead, so what?

"Carrier?"

"Yes Vultus?"

"Why does he look so grumpy?"

There was a klik of silence as Ironhide froze before turning towards the source of the voice very slowly, optics cycling to their widest setting before they went dim and he fell face first into the dirt.

"Do it again, do it again!"

"Shoulda brought a can of paint; digit-painting on him woulda been fun!"

Ratchet gave a long, low groan at the sparklings words, attention snapping to Sunstreaker as he sniggered.

"Hey Doc-bot; MY mechlin' twins. Split-sparked of course."

The medics optics widened as Jazz laughed helplessly behind him; their CMO never seemed to catch a break when it came to twins.

"Dear Primus there are tw—THREE! Three of these doppelganger pit-spawns running around!"

"*sknt* I guess that Med. Bay is gonna get busy from now on, huh Ratchet?"

"Shut it Jazz."

Morwenna just shook her head as she adjusted a giggling sparkling in her arms; while it was relieving to know that the kids would be getting to know them as the Cybertronians they were, time was NOT on their side.

"I think that we should get back on subject here; after all, Sector Seven draws closer to our position with each passing minute."

THAT got Sunstreaker's and Bumblebee's attention, the two yellow-toned 'bots sharing a significant glance before getting the attention of the rest of the team, Sunstreaker kicking Ironhide in the side-vents to wake him up.

"HEY!"

Sunstreaker sniggered as Ironhide glared at him before rolling to his peds, Optimus turning his attention back to Sam as everyone settled down.

"I apologize for our unprofessionalism; none of us has seen a sparkling in quite some time."

"How long is that?"

Ironhide snorted.

"Long'r then yahr race has been alive, hum'n."

Mikaela seemed stunned at that bit of news; just how old are these guys?

"How did you guys find me anyways?"

"Ebay."

Sam couldn't help the grin that spread across face at the one word answer; talk about dry humor. His attention was drawn to the smaller silver one as he did a couple of break dance moves before flipping onto a car—he didn't know that metal could be so flexible.

"What's crackin' lil' bitches?"

"You are?"

"Names Jazz; First Lieutenant of the Autobot Army."

The whine of charging cannons drew Sam's attention to the taller black 'bot, eyes growing wide as he noticed the weapons aimed right at him.

"Ya feelin' lucky punk?"

Optimus shuttered his optics; Ironhide was an excellent weapons specialist and friend, but he tended to get a little—overenthusiastic with the tools of his trade. This was especially true when he had the chance to show off the two personally specialized ion cannons integrated onto each arm. Speaking of which; Optimus moved to discourage Ironhide before he decided to do a 'demonstration'—the last one took out half of a densely populated city.

"Easy Ironhide."

"Just kiddin'! I just want'd ta show him mah cannons."

Sam struggled to keep it just to a grin—if he didn't know any better, he'd almost say that the black 'bot was pouting.

"What's his job?"

"Ironhide is my Weapons Specialist; the Autobot standing next to me is our Medical Officer. Designation Ratchet."

Morwenna could hardly contain her laughter as the yellowish 'bot sniffed the air curiously, pointing at him when Sunstreaker looked at her in confusion.

"Hmm; the boys' pheromone levels suggest that he wants to mate with the female."

Morwenna burst out into laughter as a large grin worked its way onto the golden mechs face, Optimus resisting the urge to smack his mate upside the helm.

#Why?#

#What? Their backwards way of viewing physical pleasure is a travesty; one that I hope to correct in time.#

#...Please don't.#

"Hey Ironhide."

Optimus and Ratchet turned their attention to Morwenna as she spoke, both of them instantly getting the processor image of a certain red twin with the same slag eating grin on his face.

This couldn't end well.

Said mech looked down at the human that had spoken, absently noting that she held the sparkling that made him crash earlier.

"Yah hum'n?"

She made a face at his question, smiling as the sparkling in her arms giggled at her.

"First off; the names Morwenna. Secondly; how hard did it hit your 'mechliness' when you looked up what that little girl by the pool called you and you found out what it was?"

Ironhide stiffened at her question, optical ridges drawing together as the black 'bot stood to his full height.

"Ah don't know what ya mean."

"Sure ya don't; Tooth Fairy."

Morwenna yelped as Ironhide dove after her, only weeks of training—courtesy of sparklings and dodging a very pissed of Hot Rod—saving her from being scooped up in powerful black servos as she ducked, running underneath his stabilizing peds in a bid for freedom. Optimus started to go after them—what would happen if he hurt the human? Or—Primus forbid—the sparkling?

A slim yellow servo on the hinge of his arm stayed him, waves of calming reassurance pulsing over their bond.

#If he was truly serious about harming the human she would be dead by now. Ask that yellow pain in the aft what's going on; judging from his grin he certainly knows.#

"Sunstreaker?"

"Yea Prime?"

"Why is Ironhide chasing the human?"

Sunstreaker grinned, the golden mech data bursting Optimus a packet on—a Tooth Fairy?

"He is NEVER going to live this down; I'll make sure of it!"

Confused Optimus turned his attention back to the duo, watching as the femme lifted the silver sparkling in front of her like a shield.

"Adorable Sparkling Attack!"

The other 'bots laughed as Ironhide stopped dead in his tracks, engine letting off an annoyed growl before he backed off.

"Nev'r call meh that again femme."

"Oh—she might not 'Hide, but I will~!"

The black mech slowly turned to face the grinning frontliner, optics narrowing as that insufferable grin just grew wider.

"Don't yah dare."

"Make me fairy."

Ironhide lunged at the laughing Autobot, once again brought up short as Sunstreaker held one of his sparklings in each servo.

"Cute Attack of Doom!"

Sam couldn't take it anymore and started laughing uncontrollably, weakly leaning on Bumblebee's ped as the yellow scout looked down at him, amusement shining in his optics. It was surprising to see just how much these alien robots acted like everyday humans; it helped them seem more—relatable to him, for lack of a better word. Taking a few calming breaths Sam reminded himself of WHY he was surrounded by aliens from another planet in the first place, coughing slightly to gain the tallest Autobots—Optimus, right?—attention.

"Ummm; Optimus?"

"Yes Sam?"

"How did your war start? And how does that have anything to do with me? I mean; you must want my grandfather's glasses for a reason…..right?"

In response Optimus pressed two digits to the base of an audial fin, optics flashing as he transformed the area into the dismal landscape of a war-torn Cybertron, narrating as battles raged around them.

"Our planet was once a powerful empire; peaceful and just.

Until we were betrayed by Megatron, Leader of the Decepticons.

All who defied them were destroyed.

Our war finally consumed the planet, and the Allspark was lost to the stars.

Megatron followed it to Earth; where Captain Witwicky found him."

Sam's eyes lit in recognition, a tiny smile crossing his face.

"My grandfather."

Morwenna silently moved so that she was standing next to Mikaela as Optimus continued talking, smiling as the dark-haired girl turned her attention to her.

"Hey Mikaela; do you have a phone?"

Ice-blue eyes narrowed in suspicion, vision zoning in on the tell-tale bulge in her back pocket.

"Don't you have one of your own?"

Morwenna chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly.

"I do; but the batteries dead. I only need to call a friend to let him know that Vultus, Flashwave and Soundrive are with Sunstreaker and me, I swear!"

"…..Yea; whatever."

Digging into her oversized handbag Mikaela handed her the phone, Morwenna studiously ignoring the suspicious glare that Sunstreaker leveled her way.

"…accidentally activated his navigation system.

The coordinates to the Cube's location on Earth were imprinted on his glasses."

'Well; here goes nothing.'

Bringing the phone up to her face she whispered into the mouth piece, careful to put Vultus down and out of danger should things not go the way she had planned.

"I don't want to fight; only talk.

I know that the logical thing to do in this situation would be to expose you and hand you over to Optimus and the others to do as they see fit. But I have never been the most logical of beings.

I will start by saying that I can never even BEGIN to understand what made you, your brothers and your host choose to become Decepticons; I can only guess, and rather poorly at that. BUT; unlike the others I can understand the drive—the unrelenting NEED to deliver retribution to those who wronged you;….. the deeply buried shame and self-loathing for not being strong enough to stop them in the first place. What I ask of you is not a change of your personal views, beliefs or convictions. I'm not even going to waste time trying to convince you to become neutral, change sides, or stop fighting.

What I AM asking for is one, simple promise; that you will not harm ANY sparkling or adopted creator under my care."

Morwenna chuckled wryly.

"I don't care if most of your warriors could crush me in an astrosecond; hurt them, and I WILL find you and offline you.

Now; what is your answer?"

"Morwenna; what are you doing?"

Said femme snapped her head up to meet the medic's optics, noticing that everyone else had paused to stare at her in various levels of concern, though Jazz had a knowing grin stretching his lippates.

'Of course the saboteur knows the moment someone opens their mouth; pit, he probably knew that Frenzy was here from the moment Mikaela stepped out of 'Bee's alt!'

The 'phone' buzzed in her hand and Morwenna rolled her eyes, making sure to send each of the Autobots a pointed look as she opened the message.

^What the frag am I supposed to do NOW fleshie? Their fragging TIC knows I'm here!^

She shrugged.

"Well; as I see it you have two options.

One—you could say you promise and then 'get the hell out of Dodge' while Ironhide takes pot-shots at you; not to mention having to outmaneuver Sunstreaker and the others as you tried to escape.

Two—you promise and agree to stop fighting for a set amount of time and I will keep you safe until you can rejoin your teammates, which comes with the added benefit of gaining whatever fore-knowledge I posses with minimal effort.

Your choice; what will it be?"

Ratchet nudged Optimus over their bond as he noticed Jazz's grin, optics narrowing as they caught sight of each other and he just grinned wider.

#What is it Ratchet?#

#Jazz knows something.#

There was a faint hint of wry amusement over the bond.

#When doesn't he?

I'm sure that he knows what he's doing; after all, he is my Third in Command for a reason.#

Ratchet snorted as he kept his glare leveled on the saboteur, helm whipping down to stare at the silver symbiote as he transformed in Morwenna's hand. Instantly every Autobot had a weapon drawn, leveling them at the small Decepticon with unerring accuracy.

"T-t-two! Op-ption two f-f-rag it!"

Morwenna immediately tucked the silver bot close to her chest and curled in as much as possible, shielding the Decepticon with her body even as she glared at the gathered 'bots. The tension rising between them was thick enough to cut with a knife as everyone continued to stare at the femme, Optimus' staying presence the only thing that kept the situation from escalating. Lowering his rifle Optimus knelt in front of the defensive femme, stilling as she shrank back from him, lips curling into a snarl as she stared straight into his optics.

"Let me make one thing clear Prime; I don't care if they're the children of Unicron himself.

Any Decepticon that comes to me for aid or sanctuary I will protect to the utmost of my ability."

Ratchet shorted derisively.

"You couldn't possibly understand what they have done to our people; our planet. It is the same thing that will befall your own if you insist on protecting these—these MONSTERS."

Morwenna straightened to stare at Ratchet dead on, eyes burning with an inner fire that took him back with its intensity.

"I will not attempt to defend their actions; nor will I attempt to trivialize the horrors you have seen—both on the field and in your med bay.

But understand this;

For every Decepticon who joined because they were just in it for a fight or a chance to spill blood, there were three that joined because an oppressive Neutral or AUTOBOT drove them to make the most desperate of choices."

"How would you—"

"What the hell are you doing? Don't you know that that thing and its freaky cop friend tried to kill us?"

There was the freak out Morwenna was looking for; the sudden appearance of the symbiote must have made them freeze momentarily.

"And?"

Sam stared at her incredulously while Mikaela advanced—angry that she had been carrying her attacker around in her purse like some kind of demonic toy poodle.

"And what?"

Morwenna shrugged, turning to pick up Vultus again as he tugged lightly on her arm, careful to keep the majority of her attention on the small 'Con. Just because she was giving him a chance didn't mean that she had to trust him—yet.

"You're alive aren't you?

Tell me; if all Deceptions are as bad as you think they are, then why aren't you dead?"

"Well; ….because they needed information. About the glasses; he did ask about my ebay page you know."

"Really?

Let me ask you something; in all of the movies you've watched—in all of the books you've read—when has the bad guy EVER let the holder of the information they wanted to know go free WITHOUT harm once they had gotten the information; or even if they hadn't? After all; you never told Barricade anything—you just ran."

"Wait; he jus' let the hum'n GO?"

Morwenna turned her grin on Ironhide, eyebrow rising at his completely dumbfounded expression.

"Indeed."

"That can't be right; fragging' 'Con is nearly fast as Blurr wh'n he wants tah be—he should've been able tah snatch Sam righ' outta the aihr."

Morwenna smiled in satisfaction.

"And yet Sam was able to escape over the hood of a car from a mech whose reflexes are the second fastest on Cybertron; tell me, what does THAT tell you about his intentions?

I know more about your war than any other human in this universe—not nearly enough to give you a detailed timeline, but enough to know that what you were told was the reason for the uprisings, assassinations, bombings—they were all FAR from the truth."

Optimus' optics narrowed in thought as he stared at Morwenna; this organic femme had far more to her than met the eye.

Sunstreaker treated her with the same level of easy camaraderie as Sideswipe; something nearly unheard of when in reference to the volatile frontliner and the sparklings seemed to trust her with their sparks—reaffirmed by the fact that the silver one had felt comfortable enough to call her 'carrier'. Then there was the fact that she had just convinced Frenzy of all 'Cons to willingly enter a ceasefire: as a symbiote of the Decepticon Communications Officer/Intelligence Specialist—who was reportedly completely loyal to Megatron—he was the last mech that Optimus expected to enter into any sort of agreement with the enemy, even out of self-preservation.

There were other points about her that didn't sit well with the Prime; she knew far too much to be just a human gifted with having people trust her so easily.

Just who was she?

Morwenna dug out her cell phone and looked at the time, sharing a significant glance with Sunstreaker before turning towards the others.

"We should go; if Sector Seven gets to the glasses before we do they'll be able to crack the code and increase the security around the location of the Allspark…..and Megatron."

%WHAT?%

The gathered humans had to cover their ears at Ratchets static-like screech, the other Autobots joining in the din of static, clicks, chirps and whistles of their native tongue as they tried to voice their opinions, Optimus standing to his full height as his attempts at placation went unheard.

%CALM DOWN! This is as much of a surprise to me as it is to all of you but we must not allow ourselves to be ruled by our emotions.%

%But Prime—!%

%But nothing Ironhide; we give her a chance to explain herself before we jump to any conclusions.%

"Woah."

Optimus looked down to find all three humans staring up at them in awe, though Morwenna had a thoughtful look on her face.

"It is fascinating to hear, isn't it?"

Sam and Mikaela nodded their heads absently before Sam turned towards 'Bee, bows furrowed in concentration.

"Is that how you guys talk all the time? Not counting the times you have to talk to us that is."

Bumblebee made a noise of affirmation as he looked down at the boy, glad that he seemed to be adjusting to the unexpected situation very well—for a human.

"Morwenna."

Morwenna looked up at Optimus, tightening her hold on Vultus as she felt his minute tremors. She knew that they didn't trust her, but she would do everything in her power to convince them otherwise; she wasn't losing her sparkling over this.

"You would like me to explain how I know this information.

I'm afraid that a full explanation would take an amount of time that we don't currently have; the short version is that I am from another dimension—one in which you and your race are nothing more than the creation of an overactive human imagination and the events that are playing out right at this very moment are the plot to a very popular movie based on your universe. You can choose to believe me or not, but the fact of the matter is that there is a human organization that knows how to incapacitate and kill the average Cybetronian and Decepticon forces draw nearer to the Allspark and their master with each astrosecond we waste testing the validity of my words.

I know not many species—if any—that only live one of your vorns gets to say this, but I KNOW more about the situation than what you do at this point. At least trust me until this is all over; after that you can shun me, doubt me, hate me—whatever you like, I don't care.

Just—don't let what could be the only chance to end this once and for all slip away because my explanation seems….illogical."

Morwenna stared unwaveringly into electric blue orbs as they examined her critically, following the Primes movements as he rolled his shoulder struts and turned to the gathered Autobots, holding up a servo to forestall anyone's protests.

"What Morwenna says is true; we cannot let our doubt at her words put the Allspark in greater risk of falling into enemy hands. We will trust her for now—though we will require a full explanation once this is all over."

"Of course."

Optimus nodded briskly, turning his attention to Bumblebee and Sam as everyone prepared to leave, gesturing to the road ahead of them in invitation.

"I feel that it's only appropriate that you lead Sam; after all, it's your life that we've disrupted by coming to your world."

Sam nodded, eagerly climbing into the driver's seat of 'Bee's alt, smiling sheepishly as Mikaela glared at him before climbing in on the other side.

"Autobots; transform and roll out!"

Morwenna turned to Sunstreaker as he transformed, careful to place the small 'Con on the dash of the frontliners alt mode as the three sparklings piled into the back seat.

"I am Opt—"

There was a loud slap as Morwenna hit her forehead with the palm of her hand, groaning as Sunstreaker sniggered while Frenzy looked at her like she had grown a second head. Flipping her phone open she hit the receiving button, grumbling to herself as she brought it up to her ear.

"I have GOT to change my ringtone. They probably think I'm some sort of stalker freak or something."

There was a brief stretch of silence followed by a cough of confusion form the other end of the line; Morwenna froze as the unknown person began to speak.

"Well then;….how's the Stalker Freak business going for you 'Wen?"

That voice; she hadn't heard or seen from the owner of that voice since the night of the accident. A grin slowly stole its way across her face, body relaxing into the seat behind her before replying.

"It depends; will I get to use my talents on the resident Snake Lord?"

There was an explosion of laughter from the other end of the as Morwenna's grin grew even wider, eyebrow raising at Frenzies increasing agitation; she was allowed to be quite odd at the moment considering who it was, thank you very much.

"Why not; I can practice a couple of hex's on you while I'm at it."

"Good. Now; I have one question for you."

"What?"

"Where the HELL have you BEEN Tom?"

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Fea: I don't like how this one ended at all. It kinda transformed into an eight-headed monster with multiple tentacles and proceeded to strangle the life out of me half-way through before I had Sunstreaker run it through with his blade.

Oh well; as long as ya'll like it.

Review my mechlings!

Next Time: Tom and Mirage explain what's happened to them since we've seen them last, Morwenna goes with Sam and Mikaela on a Sector Seven joy ride, and Hot Rod and the Flynnin's make their way towards Mission City with even more sparklings and 'Cons being revealed (and converted). All this and more on the next installment of Incarnation of Cybertron!

'Till all are one!