A/N: If anyone's ever seen Iron Man and Iron man 2, then they know how Susan's phone and computer system works, how it looks, what it looks and sounds like and all that stuff. Because let's face it, JARVIS is awesome. And to commemorate that fact, the computer system in this story is named after JARVIS. Video of the phone on my profile. The Cast is also on my profile.
The impact came, alright. It just wasn't what she expected. She landed almost gently, in a huge metal hand, her cousin by her side, panting heavilly.
"I've got you, now." Optimus was hanging from cables, like a monkey, with his feet against another building. "Hold on to the cube!" Optimus closed his hand around them, and then he began his descent. Megatron got them halfway down, knocking Optimus the remaining dozen or so feet.
"Ow." Susan groaned.
"Susan, Sam. You risked your life to protect the cube." Optimus opened his blue optics to look at them.
"No sacrifice," Sam muttered.
"No victory."
The motto was what had been keeping them going for a while now.
"If I cannot defeat Megatron, you must push the cube into my chest. I will sacrifice myself to destroy it. Get behind me."
The children looked at each other and then dodged behind Optimus, jumping into cracks in the ground, which were more like trenches.
"It's you and me, Megatron!"
"NO! It's just me, Prime!"
"One shall stand, one shall fall."
"You still fight for the weak, that is why you loose!" Sam and Susan watched Megatron beat Optimus to a mechanical pulp. Susan looked down at the All Spark, and then climbed out of the trench. She hid behind the door of a cab and waited. Air strike arrived, three missiles hitting Megatron, but not doing anything much but distracting him from killing Optimus. Susan took this opportunity and stood in front of the red and blue flame bot.
"Where's my All Spark?" Megatron demanded. Sam grabbed Susan's wrists, determined to stay with her.
"Put the cube in my chest, NOW!" Optimus pounded on the ground for effect. Sam and Susan looked at each other, and their plan settled in their minds, no turning back.
"Susan? NO SUSAN!"
The two Witwicky's shoved the cube upward, and into Megatron's chest. The radiation hit Susan full force, the aftershock tossing Sam backwards. Susan held tight as Megatron spluttered, a black hole effect taking place as the cube imploded his chest plates. He jerked and groaned, finally falling to the ground and groaning.
"You left me no choice, Brother." Were Optimus' parting words to the Decepticon. Ironhide approached with Jazz's torn body, Mikaela parked the tow truck with Bumblebee in the back.
"Susan, Sam, I owe you my life. We are in your debt."
Mikaela got out of the truck and smiled at Sam.
"Prime...We couldn't save him." Ironhide handed Jazz to Optimus.
"Aww, Jazz. We lost a great comrade. But gained new ones. Thank you. All of you. You honnor us with your bravary."
"Permission to speak, sir?"
"Permission granted, old friend." Prime gave a metallic smile at Bumblebee.
"YOU SPEAK NOW?"
"I wish to stay with the children."
"If that is their choice."
"Yes!" Susan grinned. She wrapped her arms around Bumblebee's neck and pulled herself up. "HELL YES!"
Optimus pulled a piece of the All Spark out of Megatrons chest and held it tightly.
XXX
Susan leaned against Optimus' leg as they sat on the peak of the hill Bumblebee had first taken Sam and Mikaela to. Sam and Mikaela sat on Bee's hood. Making out. Cuz that's totally what Bumblebee was for.
With the All Spark gone, we cannot return life to our planet, and fate has yeilded it's reward. A new world to call 'Home.' We live among it's people now, hiding in plain sight, but watching over them in secret. Waiting. Protecting. I have witnessed their capasity for courage, and though we are worlds apart, like us there is more to them than meets the eye. I am Optimus Prime, and I send this message to any surviving Autobots taking refuge among the stars. We are here. We are waiting.
XXX
"Sam sent me to the base when he found out the war was starting up again. To keep me out of Cairo. But I was the one who told him where to go."
"So that's why you were commended by the president?"
"Yup." Susan stood and stretched her legs. Sam, Mearing, Lennox and Carly hopped out of Optimus as he once again transformed. She pulled her hair into a bun, deciding to cut it later. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and glanced out it. Mearing snatched it out of her palm, inspecting the thin glass.
"What is this?"
"Um...A phone?"
"This is not a phone."
"Well I built it as a phone, so...it's a phone. Sorry to disappoint." Susan snapped the thin piece of touch operated glass from the woman's hands. "You're getting finger prints on it, lady."
Mearing huffed and turned away from the college student.
"Anyways." Susan rolled her eyes and turned to Lennox. "Can I go? I have class tomorrow."
"We'll have some people move JARVIS into the flat while you're at school tomorrow. Just take Sideswipe for now, and we'll meet up tomorrow at five, kay? I have visitation with Annabelle."
"Okay." Susan turned on her heel and came face to fender with the Corvette Stingray.
"SQUSHY!"
"Hey, 'Sides." She stuck her tongue out at Mearing, winked at Optimus, and slid into the seat of the Corvette, carressing the long missed leather of the seats.
"This dump is your residence, Squishy?" Sideswipe asked gruffly as they pulled up at Susan's apartment building.
"I'm living off of what's left of college payments, 'Sides." Susan laughed. "It's not exactly much."
"I don't like leaving you so unprotected."
"Oh, I'll be fine. You can hack into JARVIS if you so please. He's tapped into the camera system." Susan climbed out of the Corvette and into the dumpy little building. She slipped her wedges off as she climbed the cement stairs. Unlocking her door, she was greated with the soft blue-green light of her computer switching out of stasis.
"Welcome home, Miss."
"Thanks, JAR," She dropped the heels next to her door. "Schedule an appointment for a haircut tomorrow at three, please."
"Of course."
Susan rubbed her eyes tiredly.
"Thanks. Start new project file. Index as Ironhide." A basic outline of Ironhide popped up on the interactive computer screens. Susan moved it onto the hologram/coffee table in the center of her living room.
"Shall I store this with the Holoform files?"
"No. It's all for Ironhide." Susan tapped the center of the hoogram's chest plates and it exploded into billions of tiny mechanical parts. "Run simulation for reassembly. I'm going to sleep."
Susan didn't even bother changing as she crawled into bed, pulling the covers around her and deciding to just worry about Ironhide later.
