Chapter 12 complete! So this ones ready to go, now, I would like to let everyone know that, later tonight, I and my family will be on our way to the Airport, we're going for a two week holiday in the States, our third time over there, and I will likely have little to no time when it comes to writing, so the next chapters of my fics will be delayed I'm afraid, kinda why I spam wrote chapter 12, so I could put this up to let you know. Now then, the usual disclaimers, Novalight is owned by myself and Lunarburst 23, now then, on with the chapter!

Chapter 11

Nova had gotten out when Mikeala had been dropped off, her nerves fried and desiring nothing more than the kick her little brothers hub caps in.

Apparently he'd wanted to give his 'charge' and her 'charge' a 'little nudge' to get them together.

Thus resulting in a fake breakdown, music, and Sam ogling Mikeala and herself.

She had not wanted to look under her own brother's hood, some things just weren't meant to be seen by siblings, and as a result, she'd given him some very rough treatment as she 'fixed' him.

Which he was still whining about.

"It was… nice talking to you," Mikeala stated as she peered in at Sam from the sidewalk, which the two of them now stood on.

She ignored what he had to say back, instead alternating between glaring at her little brother and the area around them, something about this place put her on edge, She brushed it off when Sam had her little brother drive away, leaving her to stand there, not sure how to get away from her human companion without seeming suspicious.

"So, think you can get home from here?" Mikeala asked.

Novalight nodded. "Yeah, I've been in this area for a while now, I'm staying with an old family friend." She hated the lie, but she couldn't raise suspicion. "He's the guy who got me into inventing, and hooked on accidental explosions." She claimed. "So, stay safe and, I'll see you around?"

Mikeala nodded, watching the Camaro drive away. "Sam really is weird."

Nova shrugged. "Bee's worse, and my Aunt Flo, obsessed with covering every bare wall in paint splatter which you know will never fully come off."

Mikeala snorted, before waving at her and headed towards one of the small houses close to where they were. "See you soon Narisa!"

"Sooner than you'd think." She muttered to herself before walking behind a group of houses, with no one watching, she disengaged her holoform, shooting away from the area to go find a nice place to settle down for the night.

It was Bee's job to signal the others to begin their journey to Earth, they'd arrive within the day, so long as there were no complications.

The next day

"You got him arrested?!" Novalight's holoform hissed at her little brother, who had engaged his own holoform so that people didn't think his sister was crazy for talking to an inanimate vehicle, well any crazier than she already was.

The blonde black streak haired seventeen year old shrugged, his bee themed jacket bouncing with his shoulders. "He shouldn't off followed me." He mouthed, whilst making his point over the bond.

Had to make the conversation look like it was two way.

Novalight groaned, pinching the bridge of holographic face and shaking her head. "And you keep calling me out on all this scrap I've been doing, just… get back to watching the human, I think a Con picked up on the signal last night, can't tell who though."

"Hopefully we'll be able to keep any conflict out of human sight."

He didn't mouth that part, and he began rolling forwards, his engine thrumming steadily, Novalight turned to watch him go from the side walk, before disengaging her holoform in a flurry of Pixels and returning her full conscious to her frame, taking off and ripping through the sky, keeping mind of going below the speed of sound. Crossing that speed threshold was only something she was willing to do over open ocean, far from the view of the humans water faring craft.

For a time she just went in random directions around the area, trying to study as much as she could of human life, but their more… destructive side was hard to ignore, and she just ended up watching videos of things getting blown to kingdom come, her favourites quickly becoming the ones made by the humans who dubbed themselves the 'Mythbusters'. The cement truck was her preferred out of all of them; there wasn't even an engine block to find after that one, not that she di8dn't mind the fact that they only got bigger and bigger over the years.

"…FOR THE LOVE OF PRIMUS WILL YOU RESPOND!?"

"GAH!" The sudden shout from her brother threw her off her focus almost sending her into a stall and nosedive. "The heck bro? What's all the blowin' my audios out for?!"

"BARRICADE! HE'S AFTER MY CHARGE! I'VE GOT HIM AND YOUR HUMAN CHARGE WITH ME! I NEED BACK UP!"

"Well why didn't you say so?! And she isn't my charge! She's just a nice human!"

"I'VE BEEN YELLING AT YOU FOR OVER A FRAGGING HOUR! IF YOU WERE WATCHING THOSE EXPLOSION VIDEOS ON THAT VIDEO SHARING WEBSITE LIKE SIRE TOLD YOU ESPECIALLY NOT TO DO, I'LL GROUND YOU MYSELF!"

"Will you fragging stop yelling! Where in the name of Unicrons rusty aft are you?!"

The co-ordinates popped up not a moment later, in the complete opposite direction to where she was going in the now dark sky.

At noticing how dark it had become, Novalight came to quite the realisation that she'd wasted a full fourteen hours on explosions, and the odd cat video, without even noticing it.

"Primus, I really do get side-tracked." "I'm on my way! Just…just look rusty!"

"… That really the first thing that came to your processor?"

"Well you don't exactly look like a Polyhexian model now do you right now!"

"Hey! Hey! Hey! I'M PRAXIAN!"

"And I'm Vosian and Crystalian! Now we've got that sorted out, can we focus!?"

"When you get your paint peeled aft down here!"

"There is nothing wrong with preferring paint splatter!"

"There will be when Carrier sees you~!"

"Don't you dare pull that one on me! Oh hey, I'm here… fragit, I broke the sound barrier back then."

"Robots in Disguise… how hard of a concept is that for you to accept!"

"I wasn't thinking! I'm here now!"

"Good! I kicked the humans out! Frenzy went after them! Go find them!"

"I am not leaving you to Barricade! Besides! Frenzy's a fragging midget!"

"That is an incredibly offensive term!"

"You really think I give a damn right now!" To accentuate this, she dropped her cloak, transforming in the process as she dived, and slammed her fist directly into Barricade's faceplates, her chassis passing directly over her little brothers helm as her momentum sent herself and the dual coloured con to the ground and skidding along it, tearing up a flurry of stones and similar debris into the air.

Having not been punched with the force of a high speed asteroid, Nova was the one to remain conscious pushing up off where she'd landed on the slightly smaller mechs chassis and hopping off him, which was followed by her wiping her servos and giving a 'what?' look to her peeved younger brother.

"What happened to going after the humans?"

"Hey, I was on a direct trajectory with that ugly mugs faceplates long before you told me that, I may be fast, but I didn't feel like turning at the last moment like that and potentially whacking your helm in with my tail fins alright? Besides, now we can both go look for the humans."

"You look like your armour was put through a sanding belt."

"Huh?" She mumbled, glancing down at her relatively flat chassis and beyond to the rest of her. "I repainted an orn ago… oh." She finally took note of the large paint scrape which ran from her chassis and all the way down to the joints of her legs. "Where'd that come from?" She murmured, looking back in the direction she came from, she spotted a large billboard, now missing a good portion of its upper half. "Ah… oops." She turned back around to find her little brother giving her such a look she couldn't help but give an awkward chuckle and rub the back of her helm. "Really gotta start looking where I'm going, guess that skyscraper back in Metroplex didn't hammer that all the way in."

"Oh god… their multiplying."

The new, and familiar, voice had their helms snapping down, finding the two humans they were meant to be looking after, standing there, one of whom, was currently without his trousers.

They looked to one another as the notion he'd just handed out registered.

They backpedalled away from one another with a startled cry from Novalight and a startled 'Oh hell no!' from Bumblebee.

They both froze, having gone to rebuke the human for suggesting such a thing when the fact that sound had come from Bumblebee had registered.

"That was my radio… holy frag! I didn't realise I could use that!"

Nova stared at him for a moment, arms slumped forwards along with her upper frame. "That… why didn't we try that before! Now everyone else won't have to keep asking either me or sire for a translation! YAHOO! I don't need to pay attention anymore! Back to the catsplosion videos!" She cheered, jumping up with an elated borderline crazed grin.

Bumblebee looked down to the clearly worried for their own lives humans. 'She was pushed out… of a… massive fucking skyscraper… when she was… young.'

Their jaws were hanging loose and expressions that of outright confusion mixed with a good dose of near passing out there and then.

Nova whacked him lightly over the helm. "Let's focus on getting them to the rendezvous alright? Then we can let boss bot explain all this scrap to them."

Mikeala shook her head after a moment, taking a closer look at the femme standing over them. "Wait… oh god… Narisa?!What? How?" Before she say anymore, the holoform was standing in front of her.

"Easy, it's a holoform, you know, let's me blend in, not real." She explained, before proceeding to pull her own holoforms head off and instead rest it on her hip, showing off the crackling ring of energy which sat on both parts of the separated holoform.

That was all it took to make Sam faint outright, falling back with a whimper of a chuckle onto the gravel, leaving Mikeala to try and wake the teen up, as Bumblebee returned the whack his sister had previously given him. "Why the frag did you feel so inclined to scaring my charge like that?! He could have had a spark attack!"

"You mean, a heart attack,"

"Doesn't matter! I'm mad at you right now, just… just go watch your stupid videos!"

"Nah… I wanna see how long it takes for sleeping beauty here to wake up."

"Sleeping who?"

"Just watch the Disney movies I sent you."

"No... they're for sparklings."

Rolling her optics, Nova disengaged her decapitated holoform, before stepping over to the two teens and kneeling down to pick the two up as carefully as she could, startling Mikeala whilst Sam remained limp. "Whoa there, I ain't gonna hurt yah! Just handin' yah over to my little bro… seeing as I don't think you'd like flying with me," She tried to explain, doing as she said she would and handing the two over to her little brother. "Don't drop them."

Bumblebee shot her a look before setting them down, Sam now beginning to come back around from his little fainting spell.

With a nod to him which got a glare back, she stepped over to the slowly regaining consciousness Con, and delivered a harsh kick to the mechs helm, tempted to end him there and then, but deciding it was something they could deal with later.

Sam was now fully conscious, shooting her weary looks as Bumblebee shifted down and opened his passenger door.

They didn't move though, so Novalight piped up with. "Don't worry, we're just… taking you to our leader?" Bumblebee flashed his headlights at her in confirmation. "Yup, tasking you to our leader, not the other way around, and don't worry, we ain't some weird flesh eating creature which want's nothing more than to wipe out your race, that's the Decepticons, like the fragger I one-punched over there." She declared, gesturing to the stasis locked mech behind her. "Hopefully he wakes up before anyone finds him… or maybe I really should shoot him… yeah… you go ahead you three, I'll take care of this." She declared, drawing a dual servo shotgun like weapon and priming it.

The humans rushed for her little brother after that, him speeding away to make up for any lost time, stopping briefly to pick up Sam's discarded fabric leg armour and Mikeala's purse and phone.

She watched them until they disappeared from view, when she turned back to face the mech, her optics locked with his burning red ones, before she could utter a curse, a sudden flash of blinding white light knocked out her optics, and something slammed into her side, sending her flying for a moment before crashing into a roll along the ground, her frame coming to a rest after a moment as she rubbed at her faceplates with a groan, cursing the mech out, the sound of squealing tires alerted her to the mechs fleeing, leaving her to prop herself up and rub at her optics until her vision recovered.

"Fraggit, I gotta get myself a visor or something… those distraction grenades are starting to be a pain in my aft." She glanced down at the cluster of grenades she now kept on her hipplates. "Well, the exception being my own lovely carnage creators." She cooed, patting one contently before pushing herself up and stretching, looking over her now even more scuffed frame. "Damnit, show's what I get for actually trying to repaint myself… not that I'd done the best job anyway, but oh well." She rambled to herself, picking up her weapon and subspacing it again, no longer needed, at least until she realised it was loaded, and wasn't the best behaved, even with the safety on, so she quickly drew the weapon again and emptied it, placing the ammunition in the subspace designated to holding her life ammunition. "Don't need blowing a piece of me out to add to that." She mumbled, her vision now fully recovered from the flash grenade, she took a few jog like steps to get up momentum before leaping into the air and transforming, shooting away towards one of the hills which surrounded the area, content with watching the rest of her units arrival from a distance.

"Nova? Broken any more of Prime's criteria since Bumblebee last signed in? Which you've been forgetting to do." Her sires voice came over the bond.

Transforming she grabbed a fallen log, taking up the task of peeling all of its bark off. "Not to my knowledge sire how's the trip been?"

"Slow, as always, oh and Prime's gonna want a word with you at some point."

"Fragit."

"Language femme! … Ah who am ah kidding, so, cannons all been working? You've been keeping Spitter from going into the red zone whilst you use the flamethrower option like Que always warned you about?"

"Sire, stop trying to impersonate a mix of carrier and Auntie Elita, it sounds weird."

"Just trying to show I care."

"A shuggle would be enough."

"A what?"

"Human thing, a mix between a snuggle and a hug."

"Nova, those are the same thing."

"Not to some humans! Anyway, find anything else of interest?"

"Yes, you're little spat with Blackout. Apparently it's all over the humans communication links, something about those humans you saved having to then be saved by their own."

"One, you hacked them, cause that wasn't on the news, and two, Scorponok?"

"Looks like it."

"Damnit! I should of squashed that fragger when I had the chance!"

"You'll get another chance, but from what we can see from our… vantage point within their systems, the soldiers you saved haven't spoke of your involvement."

"That's good at least… sire… I'm bored." She finished peeling the bark at that point, revealing the thick core of the recently felled tree.

Boredom was something Novalight legitimately hated, and had been something she'd been stuck with on their space travels, whenever she wasn't doing something, flying, making, shooting, pranking, or anything to keep her processor on all cylinders, she fell back into a state of questioning.

Namely… about why she could hardly remember her creators and what they did.

Her memory files from back then had she realised, corroded in a sense, fragmented horribly and leaving only blurry images, Bumblebee could clearly remember his life when he was that old, but hers? Up until Ironhide had pulled her out of that rubble, it was all a blur, a literal blur, one that agitated her heavily.

She couldn't even remember what they said before they pushed her out of the window of their home, had they said goodbye? We love you? Stay safe?

Something deep in her spark told her it was something else.

But what, eluded her.

She couldn't even remember what optic colour they had…

And, she was questioning again now, who the bots where who visited every now and then, looking her over, talking with words she couldn't understand...

A new idea came into her helm, and she sent Primus and internal 'thank you'.

"Or may I'm not…" With that she drew her tools, some of them clicking out of the tips of her digits out of habit, but those she sent the signal to stay in their default position, and instead drew one of her larger chisels, something she didn't often use.

For the next two hours she worked meticulously to whittle the log down into something a bit more attractive, her smaller tools coming to use when it came to the more finite parts of the design, finished with searing the wood ever so slightly in places to add a more prominent effect, and her designation in the base.

Throughout she and her sire chatted, him relaying messages to the others, along with the entire reprimand Optimus had had waiting for her, which she listened to in full, as he was one of the few mechs she knew, who held her full and total respect, even when he wasn't best pleased with her.

Once he was finished though, he went back to his more friendly nature, and they all just enjoyed chatting, even after Jazz accidentally took out a Stadium light, Ratchet crashed into someone's shop and her own Sire crashed into someone's pool, his enquiry of what the little girl had meant by 'Tooth Fairy' had very nearly sent Novalight rolling down her hill she was perched on in a fit of laughter, had she not caught herself in time.

She was just doing the final touches when she was advised to meet up with the others, rising from her seating position, she placed the carving in her more rarely used subspace, which held all of her trinkets which weren't her fang necklace which Sunstreaker had etched for her.

Pushing off the ground she took to the sky again, it took under a human minute for her to arrive, but, seeing as she'd still arrived before everyone else, she settled down on top of one of the buildings which framed the alley way, cloaking herself so as to make an entrance, not that the two humans in question hadn't already seen her.

The sounds of multiple land based engines reached her audios not that later, her optics trained on the form of her little brother. "Ooooh,you could pick up any fem with that bro~! …Damnit, no rust to make fun of…" She called over the bond.

"How many times do I need to tell you to focus today?"

"No clue."

That was the others arrived, pulling in from the other direction, Optimus pulling the lead, followed by her sire, Jazz, and then Ratchet, sirens blarring and all.

"Robots in disguise huh?"

"Just shut up Nova."

The two teens had stepped out at this point, leaving Optimus' grill to be less than a metre away from them as he began his transformation process, followed quickly by the others, Nova quickly slid down the side of the building, and, with the sounds of transformation being louder, she landed, cross pedes on her sires shoulder, still cloaked and elbow resting on his helm.

"Runt, you're getting a bit too big for this."

"Until the day my weight successfully crushes you, I shall continue to use you as a watching spot, besides, you like it when I'm up here, you can keep track of me then."

"True."

The both went back to watching as Optimus knelt down to the two teens level, as Novalight sent another quick praise to her brother over finally getting rid of the rust heap he used to transform into.

"Are you Samuel James Witwicky? Descendant of Archibald Witwicky?" Optimus enquired, clearly intimidating the humans with his sheer size alone.

Mikeala was actually the one to get her voice back first. "They know your name…" She whisper hissed at him, more in awe than anger or anything like that.

"Y-yes…?" Sam answered, backing up slightly into Mikeala.

"My designation, or name as you humans put it, is Optimus Prime." He declared, looking between the two. "And we, are Autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron." He declared, causing the two to completely loose the plot.

"But you can call us Autobots for short." Ratchet spoke up, shrugging along with it in an attempt to mimic human gestures.

"Autobots…" Sam mumbled out, nodding along with it like one of those bobble head things Nova had seen in a few odd places.

Optimus then saw fit to introduce him. "My first lieutenant, designation, Jazz."

Jazz then spoke up, walking forwards with a coy wave as he spoke. "What's crackin' little bitches?" He enquired, before doing something she thought was a breakdance move, before pushing up and landing on an old, dilapidated car. "This looks like a cool place to kick it."

"What? How'd he learn to talk like that?!" Sam exclaimed, gesturing at Jazz, who in return just gave his fellow bots an enquiring look.

Optimus decided to answer him, seeing as Novalight seemingly had decided to hold her glossa for a change so as to surprise the two at a later point. "We downloaded the English language from the World Wide Web, in order to communicate with your kind." Bumblebee teasingly nudged her sister over the bond at that, which she waved him off over the bond with, too engrossed in what she was watching now sprawled out over her sire's shoulders. Watching as Optimus turned to them. "My weapons specialist, and… wherever she is, his oldest creation Novalight, our weapons and explosive experts."

That was their cue, and as her sire brought out his leviathan cannons in all their massive glory, she dropped her cloak to reveal herself, and Spitter, all three lethal weapons trained at the two, causing them to jump back with yelps.

"You feeling lucky? Punk?" Ironhide growled out, over the bond she was easily feeling the effects of his teasing mood as her own grip on Spitter tightened.

"Cause I know I am, and when I'm feeling lucky? Well, those with good sense run for their lives…" She followed up, rolling her shoulderplates coyly "But don't worry Mikeala, I don't shoot friends."

"Easy you two…" Optimus warned, raising a servo to them.

Her sire huffed. "I was just kidding! Wanted to show them my cannons." He tried to explain whilst Novalight just rolled off his back in a way that allowed her to land upright and walk around her sire and place Spitter into the holster on her hipplate which she'd added during their travels across the stars.

She just shrugged at Optimus' raised optic ridge. "What can I say sir? I quote 'The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.'" She responded.

He rolled his optics as Ironhide gave her a light whack on the side with the back of his servo, not that it was meant to hurt or anything of the sort.

Optimus quickly moved on. "Our medic, Ratchet."

Novalight barely held a snort as she watched her uncle sniff the air. "Hmmm… the boys pheromone levels suggests he wishes to mate with the female."

Mortification, side splitting amusement and a good dose of shock all mixed into one odd reaction for Novalight, who, on first impulse, keeled over with laughter as the two teens quickly put some distance between them.

"Uncle! Tact!" Novalight chocked out before Ironhide quickly covered her mouthplates to silence her, given her boisterous laughter was going to draw attention if she'd kept it up.

"I was only stating the obvious." Ratchet defended.

'Clearly… not to them.' Bumblebee pipped up with his newly discovered radio speech.

Before Ironhide could smoother his son in an elated hug at his new method of public communication like they could detect over the bond, Optimus spoke up again. "And finally, you guardian, Bumblebee, Ironhide's younger creation. I should clarify, Bumblebee is to be Samuel's guardian, and Novalight, you are to be Mikeala's guardian, seeing as you made first contact with her.

Novalight was about to speak up when the look Prime sent her promptly shut her up, he'd made up his mind, and it wasn't going to change for any reason, so, she'd have to accept it. Bumblebee on the other servo, seemed to be enjoying the attention, and was doing an impression of aboxer as a song she'd probably never be bothered to look began playing.

With a sigh she nodded. "Yes sir." She looked to Mikeala then. "Looks like we're stuck with one another huh?" She enquired, kneeling down and extending her servo to the human female. "I believe shaking of the servo… hand, is a suitable greeting?"

"So this was why you tripping over your words yesterday… you're an alien!" Mikeala exclaimed, a wide smile on her face. "So when you said you were a fighter jet mechanic…?"

"I actually meant I'm a fighter jet, pretty cool huh?"

"How about awesome! Wait… you mentioned that you lived in military bases… and you fought in a war… was that all…?"

"True? Unfortunately, one which has been raging since Prime here was only a few vorns older than I am now than me, me and Bee here, we're the youngest of our race, any younger, and there isn't anybot left online." She explained solemnly, suddenly reminded of that factor, the twins where at least a few vorns older than her, seeing as they'd known Cybertron before the war, whilst they were in the Pits of Kaon, she hadn't, she'd been brought into a war torn world, and it had an effect on her she figured.

There was a beat of silence before Novalight rose back up, stepped back, and allowed Optimus to explain what she had spoke of, using a holographic projection to aid his speech.

Novalight drowned it out, having lived what he now spoke of, Bumblebee shuffled over to her and wrapped his arm around her shouldplates and pulled her into his side, he was almost taller than her now, her wings being the only thing taller due to how they lifted up above her helm,

"C'mon, no need to get depressed, for all we know, once we're reunited with carrier, sire might just knock her up within the cycle, then we can have a little sibling to teach and raise into another crazy pit spawn like you are."

"Or a wingman like you've decided to be for your charge."

"What can I say? Wanted to make a good impression."

They continued their conversation, and Bumblebee was able to successfully able to cheer her back up, they focused back when Mikeala spoke up. "Please tell me you still have those glasses." She mumbled.

Sam gulped. Not sure how to answer.

Novalight couldn't suppress the groan. "Do not tell us you misplaced them or some scrap like that…!"

He didn't answer her, turning instead to her brother. "Can you drive us back home?"

Bumblebee nodded, nudging her sister lightly. Who nodded and jumped up onto Ironhide's shoulderplates, this time grabbing hold of the roof of the building he was standing next to and hefting herself up. "See you slow pokes there!" With that she jumped into the air, transformed and engaged her thrusters, blasting away towards the human teens residence, cloak already engaged.

Mikeala looked over at Sam. "This is crazy." She mumbled as the other bots all transformed down and Bumblebee opened his doors for him.

"Yeah, and I thought your friend was weird when I thought she was human!"

'She's my sister… you better… buckle up! … The adventures just starting!'

"Oh god, we're so gonna die…" Sam mumbled.

That's debatable Sam. Now, I've been asked a few times if Nova is going to save Jazz, I will say this, as likely already seen, this fic does not always follow the rules, Nova's jumping out a window next chapter for Prima's sake. The is a clue in my Deviantart Gallery from a while ago. But I give no more info. Now, thanks for reading, my trip to the USA begins in less than 24 hours... So excited! Again, this means I won't be able to write much, but I will do all I can whenever I find some free time, so, until I next update, see yah!

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