Wow did you guys hate the last chapter. I was honestly shocked at how much Frank stirred you people up, you guys certainly weren't this offended when that general guy shot Harry! Was it because I named him? Either way, I might kill him specifically later as a sacrifice to you bloodthirsty readers, but just know he's going to be trapped in SS for the rest of his life (though it won't be until retirement, like he thinks)

I know the last chapter was a bit on the short side, so I made this one extra big- my biggest yet!

To those who are showing concern over how long we're staying in the lab, don't worry. I have the plot mapped out, I'm not stuck. I'm just trying to give Megatron and Harry a more meaningful relationship than finders-keepers. Easier said than done with a traumatized child and a crazy overlord. XD (My best tool is hurt/comfort.) We're probably be leaving this 'lab arc' in less than five chapters.

To a certain flamer- I'll try to make this brief. If you dislike any violence toward children or main characters you should probably look over your reading material more carefully. Harry Potter is filled with children being killed and injured, and Michael Bay's Transformers is very violent toward the main characters. Their crossovers are no different. I rated this T for teen and have given plenty of warnings. It is not my fault you can't handle mature content, I would appreciate it if you got off you soapbox and stopped cussing about my work. Thank you.

WARNING: Gore, description of injuries, and child abuse.

DISCLAIMER: See PROLOGUE.


Harry didn't want to get up.

His position was uncomfortable and awkward, splayed against the ground like a child's forgotten toy. The cement dug into him from all corners, his legs were twisted apart and his head was bent at an angle, but he didn't want to adjust himself. He didn't even want to speak anymore, even to Lord Megatron.

Harry whimpered like a dog, he was pathetic. If Uncle Vernon saw him in such a sorry state- well first he would shoot Harry for looking like a freak- but afterwards, he would have been tossed into his cupboard for a week without a second glance. But everything hurt so badly. In ways Harry had never hurt before.

He didn't understand the static buzz that hurt so much in his head, was it how robots felt pain? Could robots feel pain? Harry didn't know, all he knew was that the choppy sensation filtering through him was awful. Harry didn't want to risk getting up and making it worse.

Those men in suits had attacked him. Harry wasn't sure why. Had he done something? Was talking to Lord Megatron bad? They hadn't explained anything to him, it wasn't fair! Why hadn't anyone told him the rules? Why had they put him in this box and ignored him up until now? And why had they attacked him?

Harry had begged them not to, had pleaded in the way that made Dudley laugh, had sobbed in the way that made Vernon turn even redder. But these men had worn helmets, and Harry wasn't sure what their reaction had been. Either way, he had been ignored. They had kicked and hit and slapped even while he tried to lay down and not draw too much attention to himself.

Harry hadn't been speaking English, he had to remember that. Harry was the ugly monster they put in this room. Maybe they had just been bored like Dudley's gang. When their mothers kicked them out to play, the bored boys would only find other kids to bully and harass for entertainment. Was Harry that entertainment? Was that why he was here?

Harry let out another whine as the pain suddenly peaked again, striking right up his chest with a vicious sort of cold. The light in his chest blinked, as if cringing away from the pain alongside Harry. Something told him it wasn't supposed to do that, but there was nothing Harry could do about it. Would a mechanic know what was wrong?

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. Status report.}

Harry flinched at the sudden contact, having almost forgotten he was still talking to the lord. He hissed, his burning shoulder jostled in the worst way. That taser thing had hurt so badly. It still hurt like the stick had never left, searing him worse than skillet burns. Ignoring the way his vision flickered once more, and how those forever liquid numbers stalled in the back of his mind, Harry tried his best to answer.

{D-designation: Flicker, contacting Lo-ord Megatron. What's a s-statis report?} Harry wondered, digging his hands into the floor. Those wicked points left marks behind, but Harry needed something to cling to. Something to hold him down at the agony threatened to rip him out. He had to think. What had he done after a particularly bad encounter with his relatives or bullies?

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. How badly are you damaged? What did the humans do exactly?} Harry felt he should be bothered when Lord Megatron disregarded his question, but that was too much work. Right now he needed to keep a clear head. The world was blurring, his pain was throbbing to a rhythm he possessed but didn't understand.

{Designation: F-flicker, contacting Lord Mega-atron. They kicked and h-hit and- and-...It really hurts...} Harry didn't cry, he kept himself tightly in control. His shoulder hurt the most, somehow he needed to treat it. What could treat burnt metal, though? He was alone, with absolutely nothing. Could he even heal? Would it need to be replaced somehow?

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. What hurts? Where did they hit you?} If Lord Megatron spoke any quicker Harry wouldn't have been able to understand, it was already difficult with a gravelly undertone that worsened by the second and his own dizziness.

Harry couldn't speak for a moment, the pain arcing yet again, jolting through him so ferociously it left him shuddering helplessly. His chest blinked. Choking down a sob that sounded more like a power drill that anything else, he tried to curl like he had before those men had attacked him. But only his legs responded correctly, folding against his chest with an echo of bite. His arms were aching and heavy, his shoulder blared with red hot pain that stopped him immediately.

{Desig-gnation: Flicker, c-contacting Lord Megat-tron. My chest and shoulder really hurt, I c-can't- They hit m-me everywhere but my h-head. Help.} Harry croaked the last part out, it barely left the window. Where was Lord Megatron? Why could he speak to Harry but not find him? If the lord knew enough to teach Harry how to speak and could understand what he said, he could teach Harry how to make it stop too, right?

The next message was hard to read, it was blurted and clumsy much in the way Harry's were. {Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. Don't move! Lay flat against the ground and don't move, that is an order! Did they only use primitive violence or were any weapons involved?} Harry took a shaky, but unnecessary breath. Lord Megatron sounded angry! What had Harry done this time? Was this a test or something? Was Harry supposed to have won the fight?

{Designat-tion: Flicker, c-contacting Lord M-Megatron. Yes. A t-taser thing and a knife. Ple-ease help me?}

His message wasn't sent immediately, and Harry blinked in confusion. His window was still and quiet, his wall of numbers stuttered frequently, and his vision dimmed along the sides. It was very similar to how he had felt before waking up to the cube, sluggish and stuttering. Weak so deep inside, he felt like he could crumble at any moment.

Harry tried to prod at the window, and to his relief the message was finally sent. But his head felt full of mush and his shoulder gave a horrible twinge. Before he could fully redirect his attention back to his injuries, the agony hit him yet again. Like a lightning bolt that struck him at the center, it buzzed in his mouth and stalled his numbered mind.

Was the pain coming faster now? His light blinked again, slower to return than before. Harry gave a harsh cry he couldn't bite back, and began to tremble violently. His clawed hands skated across the cement without catching, and his shoulder ceased to burn in the wake of such overwhelming pain. What was wrong with him? It scared him, he couldn't figure it out. His vision swam in and out of focus and the rustling and clicking of the gears in his chest ground and shorted like a worn out clock.

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. Flicker, report, now! State your spark status! Were any blows delivered directly to your chamber?} Lord Megatron's growl came dragged along his window like shards of glass, rough and catching. He sounded dangerous, deadly. Though the volume stayed relatively even, it felt as though he had bellowed louder than Uncle Vernon could ever hope to mimic.

It took a moment to look past it, Harry squeezed his not-eyes shut and wished everything away. This was too much for him, he was utterly clueless and helpless, so alien in ways that left him feeling unbearably naked. He didn't want to think about his robot monstrosity of a body, of his isolation in this plain room, of his punishment at the hands of suited men, of how much it hurt to even lay there, of how angry Lord Megatron was, of how angry the cube was.

But he had to, there was nowhere else to go, no cupboard to retreat to, no park to hide in. All he had left were nightmares. {Designation: F-Flicker, conta-acting Lord Megatron. S-sorry, I don't know what a c-chamber is. Or a spark...} Harry whispered sullenly. He had to work at sending it, his window was silent and cold, static bursts covered everything. He was getting so tired.

His light blinked lazily again, but Harry wasn't subject to the familiar crippling pain. Instead, he felt reminiscent of his time atop the cube. The sensation of being choked and stamped out rose in his mind, and Harry slumped against the cement in exhaustion. Maybe something was in that taser, could it drain robot batteries? Were they going to put him back in his body? It felt very similar to the last things he remembered before waking up in this wretched body.

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. The light! Is it damaged, report now! That's an order!}

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. Flicker, respond! Flicker! Sparkling!}

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. Insubordination will be punished! You are not allowed to ignore a direct order! What is your spark status? Report!}
The light is called a spark? It didn't spray embers of glow orange like a fire. It remained steady and white- until now, of course. Were sparks some kind of solar energy powering new robots now? What did it have to do with anything right now, Harry wondered vaguely.

His light- spark, he guessed- blinked again, and he wasn't sure if he could still call it a blink. It was out for long time, and left Harry feeling as though every inch of him weighed a ton. He didn't want to talk anymore, couldn't even use his creepy excuse for a mouth anymore. It was too tiring. All Harry wanted to do was go to sleep.

{Slagging Allspark! Primus, do something! If the sparkling offlines I'll leave you to rot on this infestation of a planet for as long as it dares exist! Glitching, useless virus!} It took Harry a moment to realize the difference in this odd, echoing message. It was public, Hadn't Lord Megatron told him it was bad? What was he saying anyway? It didn't make any sense.

His spark went out just as he felt a breath of warmth flush against his systems. If Harry could have looked up, he would have, but all he could do was watch his butterfly window get swallowed into darkness and leave him with his stalling numbers and featureless walls.

The warmth intensified with a steadying thrum and Harry hissed too softly for even his own hearing. It was the cube. The one that had hurt him, had left him to rot in the cell. What did it want now? It sat so hesitantly beside his numbing form.

Vaguely, Harry could hear the ever present rumble of Megatron's voice, but his window was empty and his interest was lacking. The light was blinking, but in reverse. Like a dying light bulb it shuttered on with painful fragility only to be quickly and repeatedly snuffed out. But the wave of pain never came back, and Harry was grateful.

Then the cube snatched him up again.

The heat vibrated harshly against him, the thick presence covered every inch of him and dug into his head. Harry couldn't make a sound, but he managed the barest of flinches against the assault. Why was it here now? Why couldn't it just leave him alone? Harry wanted it to stop, and gave it the best mental shove he could muster. It was pathetically weak, and the cube only surged against it.

It took hold of his center again, and Harry felt fear creep over his anger and confusion. He was so weak, was the cube going to finish him off? Complete his punishment? Harry was so distracted over the cube's interference, he nearly didn't notice when his spark didn't light up again. In fact, the only reason he did, was because his thoughts suddenly began to crawl at an increasingly slow rate.

The cube's drumming warmth was suddenly a thousand miles away and Harry welcomed the retreat. His vision flickered out, and his hearing completely flattened. All that was left was the static that churned through his emptying head like a thousand angry bees. The pain was completely gone, and Harry let himself relax in the newfound darkness. Even the cube's heartbeat pulse was barely a whisper against his chest.

Maybe when Harry woke up, he would be a human again. With that prayer in his mind, Harry let go completely.

Only to be drowned in white hot hell.

It washed over him like a wave of lava, savage as tsunami. Crushing against him, pouring through every crack and orifice it could touch, filling up every inch of him with a searing pain worse than the taser. Harry's eyes snapped on with a scream.

It was only after the first couple seconds that he understood just what was going on. As the overflowing burn of a liquid sun pulsed with an intensity Harry didn't know it was capable of. It was the cube. Touching his core, grabbing at his head, making him feel tight and squeezed and burned alive all in one.

His body was once again awake and light, flailing as though he were truly drowning in his little cement cell. He still couldn't feel his beaten body's injuries, but he couldn't clearly focus past the overwhelming pain of the cube's attack.

He was trapped, wailing silently against the onslaught for eons as the cube thrummed on. It took what felt like forever for the pain to ease enough for even one clear thought. With each pulse, the cube's heat eased back into the familiar warmth. Gradually it stopped scalding, wrapped tighter than a second skin, dipping into everything. Harry gave a useless wheeze and didn't bother fighting again. It did nothing to help him, and Harry wouldn't dare risk having the cube heat up again.

After what seemed like a few hours of complete silence, the cube was back to its regular strength. More an embrace than a crushing domination, it thrummed like a guitar string against his chest, both uncomfortable and welcome. But even as his walls returned and began fluttering and jittering with new life, the pain never came. Harry glanced down only to find the taser burn completely gone, and any miniscule scratches completely obliterated.

He stared, waiting for the sear to return, it had to be a mistake. He was still distracted. But his shoulder remained a nearly clear silver, smooth as Uncle Vernon's new work car. What on earth had just happened? Had he done something freaky again? Had the cube done something?

His stunned thoughts were derailed when his butterfly window solidified with a sharp click, and he was immediately slammed with messages from Lord Megatron. The cube gave a skip beat in response to his yelp of surprise, and clung a bit tighter, radiating a comfortable heat that almost peeled away memories of his pain just moments before. It scared him how willing he was to forgive this particular tormentor. Would he have loved the Durlseys if only they had held him after each punishment?

{Allspark! What are you doing! You mangy scrap, pull yourself together before I tear you apart for the humans myself!}

{Are you listening to me? Where are you hiding, you useless box of gears!}

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. Status report? What's happening? Flicker!}

{Sparkling, answer!}

{Primus! Slagging report!}

{Fragging slimy humans! You will suffer for you transgressions! I will end every single one of your puny lives!}

{You regret the day you came across my kind with all of your disgusting, sticky hearts! I'll skin your flesh from your frames with my bare servos and leave you to die as painfully as possible, you have my word!}

Harry shuddered. Megatron sounded...wild. His gravelly tone now grounding so deep in his chest it made him cringe, throaty and ragged in a way that felt feral and dangerously sincere. What had happened? Had those men hurt the lord too? Fear began to kick in and Harry shrunk away from the tirade of absolute hatred.

Picking himself off the ground carefully, he clutched a bit tighter at the Allspark for courage. Even his exhaustion had left him, but Harry almost wish enough had stayed that he could slip away from the roaring fury of Lord Megatron. But Harry knew even if he was, he couldn't rest without knowing how his only companion was.

Stretching toward his butterfly window, Harry began his transmission.

{Designation: Flicker, contacting Lord Megatron. Are you okay, sir?} He asked nervously, not wishing to redirect the rage to himself. Uncle Vernon had hated it when he butt into his conversations, had turned all that pent up frustration on him without hesitation. But he couldn't think about himself right now. Lord Megatron might be in danger.

The messages stopped abruptly, leaving a dizzying silence in its wake. It gave Harry with far too much time to think, and he found himself curling tighter around himself, picking a corner of the room furthest from the door.

What was Lord Megatron thinking? Was he mad Harry had interrupted his bursts of public transmissions? Was he ignoring Harry as punishment for not answering earlier. Harry swallowed back his guilt and self loathing as he found himself practically trembling at the idea of being left alone. His first priority should be to ensure Lord Megatron was still okay.

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. Status report. Now.} It came out a tense hiss, and Harry swallowed a whimper. Not only had Lord Megatron ignored his question, but he had yet to change his catching, growl of a tone. Powerful in a way a shout could never achieve.

{Designation: Flicker, contacting Lord Megatron. What's a status report?} Harry shivered, he had already asked this question. When he could barely move his head and Megatron sounded a thousand miles away, but no less angered. Looking back, he was glad he hadn't fallen too deeply into that particular black, even thinking about it gave him a jolt of giddy fear. Something had been horribly wrong, Harry knew.

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. Tell me your physical state and list any damages or abnormalities. How imbalanced is your spark?}

Harry glanced down at his chest, the light had gone out, he had seen it. That had been like his battery, right? How was he still running without it? Much to his shock, however, the spark glowed as brightly and as constantly as a star. As if it hadn't gone out like a dying flashlight, as if it hadn't been dim and shaky moments ago. Had the Allspark fixed him entirely? Why had it hurt him so badly and healed him immediately afterward?

{Designation: Flicker, contacting Lord Megatron. I...I think I'm fine...The burn is gone, and nothing hurts anymore. I think the cube helped me, even the floor doesn't hurt right now.} And it was true. Harry found himself sitting comfortably, leaning against the wall as if the flat surface hadn't bitten with a sharp and horribly unfailing sting. He didn't think he'd ever interacted with something that hurt and helped him so intensely in such small amounts of time.

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. The Allspark? It assisted?Are you fully functional? Was your spark balanced, is it still unstable?} The growl was beginning to subside and Harry relaxed. Lord Megatron was calming down, the men in suits probably weren't attacking him if he could sound so focused and he wasn't shouting anymore.

{Designation: Flicker, contacting Lord Megatron: I can move and do stuff without anything bad happening if that's what you mean. And the Allspark fixed my spark, I think. It started glowing again and it isn't blinking.} Harry answered carefully, he wanted to make sure that if he misunderstood a question, he would still be delivering correct information.

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. Satisfactory, then you are no longer in immediate danger. Remain still for cautionary purposes.} Harry had no intention of disobeying. The Allspark was pressed against his not-skin, and he was shielded from any pain he was growing to accept as punishment for becoming such a hideous creature. And even though he was no longer truly tired, he felt weary and heavy from his ordeal. Like after being lectured and hounded by Aunt Petunia all day, he wasn't tired in body but still found himself sluggish and forgetful by the end.

{Designation: Flicker contacting Lord Megatron. Yes, sir. Are you okay, too? Those men didn't attack you, right?} Harry couldn't see it happening, Lord Megatron sounded calm and he doubted anyone could harm a lord, but he should make sure.

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. Of course not, those maggots wouldn't dare approach me whilst fully operational with mere tasers, pointed weapons, and bare servos. They would be eliminated before drawing a second breath of challenge.} Lord Megatron sounded so strong, so sure. Harry should have been relieved, should have been satisfied with the proud answer. He believed the threat, the lord sounded as though he would be more than eager to follow through.

But Harry felt a dark and selfish thought creep into his squared and numbered thoughts. One he tried to forget, a memory he hoped would melt away, but it stuck stubbornly to the forefront of his mind.

{Designation: Flicker, contacting Lord Megatron. Why didn't you help me, then?} As soon as he sent the transmission shame welled up so deep it make him choke. How dare he say such a thing? How self obsorbed had he become? All Harry had done was demand the lord help him, of course assistance wouldn't be given so freely. Lord Megatron had helped him enough as it was.

{Designation: Flicker, contacting Lord Megatron. I-I'm sorry sir! I didn't mean that, I swear! You were probably much too bus-}

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. Incorrect. I possess the power to stop them should they choose to face me in a similar manner. However, I am currently unable to move, and thus, was unable to assist. Had I been released, I would have destroyed any in my way.} Megatron still did not sound angry at all. In fact, it was perhaps one of the most softly spoken messages he had granted Harry to date.

Harry squirmed with shame, but to his disgust his curiosity only burned brighter. {Designation: Flicker, contacting Lord Megatron. Are you in a cell too? How could they keep you? You're a lord!}

Megatron didn't respond for a long time. Long enough that Harry wondered if he had accidentally sent a public transmission. However when he recieved the message, it was still directed.

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. ...It is true that I am a great and powerful lord. Far too large and strong to be kept in a cell. However, these puny humans caught me at my...weakest. They keep me frozen in an underground floor, so I am unable to move and my army is unaware of my capture.}

Harry gasped. The people here had kidnapped the lord and keep him in some kind of freezer? He thought back to the cube, sitting on a pedestal, but hooked to a thousand wires and in a huge room filled with men in white coats. Was Lord Megatron in a room like that too? How could they hold someone against their will? That was illegal! Even if he had broken a rule, he was a lord and his people would miss him.

Suddenly, a horrible fact darted through his mind. {Designation: Flicker, contacting Lord Megatron. How are you still alive? Humans can't survive being frozen, I don't think? Doesn't it hurt?}

This time, the response was immediate.

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. Incorrect! How do you think we are communicating right now? No stupid bacteria of a human could interact on such a scale as we are! I am a cybertronian as you are, a god amongst this pathetic planet's inhabitants! And as a cybertronian I can withstand much more than ice, flame, or rock! Their primitive liquid nitrogen may hold me in place, but it will neither last or offline me!}

Harry sat in shock, both confused and fearful of his suspicions. Lord Megatron was not human, he was like Harry. Was that why his name was so foreign? Why he had renamed Harry with something so odd? Lord Megatron was a robotic freak, like Harry. Which was why he knew so much about Harry's additions, and what he was having problems with.

He tried to swallow, but all he did was hiccup in confusion. {Designation: Flicker, contacting Lord Megatron. So...you're a robot too? D-did the Allspark make you one, like me? Is that why I can understand you even though you're not speaking English?} The Allspark sat so innocently beside him, as Harry tried to connect the dots. He had been so stupid, it made sense. How else could he speak to Lord Megatron inside his head? How else could he know so much about Harry's windows and how to communicate?

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. Incorrect again! We are not primitive human tools, we are cybertronians. Vastly superior autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron. The Allspark granted me life as it did you, though under vastly different circumstances. And of course you understand me, theirs is a ridiculously savage alien language whilst basic cybertronian is installed in your processor.} It was hard to keep up with Megatron's message. So many big words, Harry couldn't understand most of them. It was even harder to focus once Harry realized something.

Lord Megatron was an alien.

Both Harry and Lord Megatron were robot aliens from a different planet. The Allspark had turned Harry into an alien. Not even a robot, not even a cyborg. An alien. Because the Allspark was an alien too.

It took the Allspark's forceful surge to make Harry realize he had been staring at nothing for a while afterward, completely still. It took another one to get him to do anything about it. He was in a daze, not even bothering to think about the Dursleys' reaction. This seemed so much bigger than them, than him.

Harry looked down on himself, really staring at what had replaced flesh and bone. Thin silver plating, a billion tiny wires lacing along his torso, a billion clicking gears and switches, a solid light glowing light right below what had become of his neck. This wasn't the body of a robot, a cage for punishment. This was the body of an alien. The spark wasn't a battery, it was a spark- and Harry didn't know what it was for.

The reason he was in a cell, why people in suits had beaten him and locked him in it for days, the reason Lord Megatron could be kidnapped and held without punishment, the reason no one had told him anything, was because he was now an alien. A...cytronan?

Harry looked up, and was he even Harry anymore? Lord Megatron had told him Harry wasn't a good name, Flicker was his...alien name? It was as though every time Harry finally got an explanation for something, he was swimming in confusion afterward.

{Designation: F...Flicker, contacting Lord Megatron. Why...why are you on Earth? Why is the Allspark creating...cytrons on a different planet? Where are the others?} Harry knew his message was awkward and broken, but he was trying very hard to keep on track. He couldn't pass out like he so badly wanted to. To fall away and pretend none of this had ever happened. But he may never get the opportunity to understand just what was going on again, he was already testing the lord's patience as it was.

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. Incorrect. You are a cybertronian. To explain the circumstances leading up to your creation requires a great deal of exposition on restricted information. Understand that you are not to repeat any of what I tell you under any cirmstances.}
There was a pause in which Harry was going to agree with the warning, but Megatron quickly spoke again.

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. Unless your wellbeing is threatened, in which case you have my permission to divulge the necessary information.}

Harry didn't understand why someone would threaten him over Lord Megatron's answers, but found himself oddly touched by the allowance anyways.

{Designation: Flicker, contacting Lord Megatron. Yes, sir.}

Taking a deep breath Harry was beginning to understand why he didn't need, he slumped against the corner of the cell and waited. The Allspark sat patiently beside him, just as it had when he had woken up the first time that...day? It was so hard to tell time, he had never appreciated how easy it had been to tell apart the days with the use of clocks and sunlight. No deprived of those things, he found hours and minutes and seconds blurring together and making it extremely hard to concentrate.

{Designation: Megatron, contacting Flicker. Well then, I suppose I should start with the circumstances surrounding the disappearance of the Allspark. You should be honored to hear this from the very top, as I was witness to many of these events. I am Lord Megatron, leader of the decepticons...}


Sorry guys, I had to break it off somewhere. This chapter wanted to go on forever!

So Harry's finally being clued in. Don't worry about his quiet acceptance, he'll have his freak out later. After he takes a breather from such an exciting day. Not everyone almost dies, gets resurrected by the Allspark, and then learns they're actually a robotic alien.

About the Allspark. It hesitated for so long because if the humans found out Harry can heal himself miraculously, they're going to either destroy him or experiment to their heart's content. It's never going to get to that point, but the Allspark is trying to think ahead after such a spur of the moment idea. It doesn't like seeing Harry suffer or anything, so it contemplated letting him die for a moment.

And the whole Harry almost dying thing is pretty easy to figure out. I needed an example of how fragile sparklings really are. A few kicks and jostles didn't put a dent in his frame, but it was enough to throw his spark off balance and weaken to the point of collapse. Which was why Megatron got so scared. Did he sound sincere enough?

One of you told be bad things come in three after the adapter incident. I didn't take you seriously, but now I'm gonna! Broke my finger immediately after making this two weeks ago. I was swatting a fly (with a fly swatter) and cracked my hand against the counter. It was only a crack, but I didn't work on the next chapter for a week just in case. School started the next week, so my updating time has been crunched a bit.

So get ready for some delays.