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OPTIMUSfan - Why what? Why the cop thought you were drunk and gave you a sobriety test, or why Ironhide led you to getting caught so that would happen? Because I bet Ironhide did it just to get the organic femme off his aft. ;)

gemava - Oh, there'll be a naming thing, sooner or later, and I already have the name picked out, but thank you. :) The necklace has vanished, yes. All the jewelry has, but (hopefully) there'll be some cool stuff coming along the way in it's place.

Muirgen79 - Oh, definitely, and in the next few chapters. :) And he'll have a (hopefully) decent-sized part in the story.

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Note : I got a bunch of reviews and feel decent today so I thought I'd give another post. :) For those wondering, the bots come into play more in the next few chapters, and yes, the first bit of the story WILL be following the movie (mostly). It sets the rest of the story up for some major AU. ;)

(Later)

How long did we sit in that alley?

All signs of battle faded. Hell, all signs of life faded! There wasn't an explosion or scream to be heard, and not a single person seemed to walk by our alley, making me wonder just where the alley was.

My sharp, blinding pains had faded into dull aches and angry throbs. My back was the worst, but my thigh and throat were probably tied for second. God knows I had bruises on top of bruises, some of which had already begun to blacken within the few hours since the attack itself. It caused me to hiss, whimper and groan every time I tried to move, and muscles to pull in ways that they didn't feel they should be pulling. And just by talking, my rough voice and raw throat warned me that I'd probably be feeling the screams for days.

The screams I didn't even remember screaming to begin with...

Eri and I sat on top of a cluster of boxes in the alley.

We'd decided that since we weren't found, this seemed like as good a place as any to take ten and try to recouperate. In the meantime, we were both completely enamoured by the tiny little bitty bot, who seemed just as enamoured by exploring my hand and fingers, and memorizing every crease, scrape and finger nail with it's ticklish little claws.

Well, once it managed to stop shaking in a clearly terrified little ball, anyways.

And once Erika calmed down enough to realize it wasn't a homocidal little Rambo bot.

It must have taken...a good several hours for the sun to finally fade behind the buildings, and much of that overwhelming heat that had been suffocating me with it.

The more I had a chance to process what happened, and that (for the time being) I was safe again, I had my time to panic and calm down. Granted, I was a loooong fucking way from 'calm', and I wasn't sure I'd ever hit that in my life time, but... I wasn't as blindly panicked as I was, at least.

Maybe this was shock? This almost numbness I felt, as I thought about what happened?

Either way, it only seemed to help, now that I tried to work through things.

Of course, there was the stuttering of my mind and body when I did stop to try and work through things.

I'd just been attacked by a Decepticon!

One that seemed to think I was the Allspark!

And somehow, on top of it all, I managed to bring my cell phone to life!

With a touch!

"This is insane!" Erika hopped up and began pacing the two steps back and forth across her half of the pile of boxes. "You just... You just touched it! And it came to life! And not like the evil energizer bunny of doom that asshole created in the movie!"

I shook my head, giggling in spite of myself. "No. It's actually really cute." My fingers twitched with the urge to just...reach out and touch it, and I twitched them as I gently hovered them over it's head.

As if hearing my voice or sensing my desire to touch it, it looked up at me with the biggest, bluest optics I'd ever seen! In reality or in the movies!

"I think Bee's gonna have competition for Cybertron's cutest." I giggled again (and then promptly winced as the sound wrenched a burn out of my already abused larynx), daring to reach down and ghost the barest of touches over the twitching antennai on top of it's head.

It made a small rumbling sound from it's chest and butted it's head against my fingers, optics going dark as it seemed to nuzzle into my touch.

"Is...it...purring?"

Pausing a moment, I tilted my head, and decided that-"Yeah, it is. Like a cat." I grinned slowly, continuing to stroke the little antennai under my fingers, gently, and watching as the little bot seemed to practically melt against my fingers, purring and making little clicking whistles. "Oh. My. God. It's so cute!" I nearly choked as the almost-squeal sent a fire-like burn through my throat.

No sooner did I speak up (and gag), than the little one let out...what could only be described as a large 'vent'. Like a huff of air that seemed to escape from more than just it's mouth. It's optics turned on, but they seemed noteably dimmer, and the little one seemed to just...lay down, curl up and...power down?

"Wait..." Erika had paused her pacing. Well, technically, she paused that a bit ago, but now she sat back down, leaning forward. "Did it really just...go to sleep?"

I shrugged one arm carefully. "Isn't it called 'recharge'?"

"Eh, you say po-tay-to, I say fuck you." She shrugged right back.

Heaving a small huff of a laugh, I stared at the little bot where it was curled up in my hand. I couldn't help but notice how vulnerable it was in my grasp. If I wanted to, I could pull it apart. Not that I could have. Just looking at the little one, I had this overwhelming feeling like it...it had to be a sparkling. A baby! Isn't that what the Allspark did? Revive dead bots and make babies? And babies needed to be protected.

Which was probably why I found myself carefully raising my aching arms to my chest and cradling the little bot against my body to keep it warm. "It's called recharging or powering down, or something." I nodded, more to myself than anything.

"...I think we're off topic..."

Considering the last few hours and all we'd babbled and ranted about since the attack itself, I wasn't entirely sure we were ever on a topic to begin with. Still, I found myself sighing and looking down at the bitty bot. "How is this...even possible? This is... This is like the movie, right?" I turned to Erika. "It's clearly Bay-verse, and Jazz is still alive, and he said that Bumblebee might be on Earth, and they're looking for the Allspark, and none of the other attacks have happened-" My throat was killing me, but as many times as the words 'I need to stop talking' ran through my mind, I just...couldn't.

"So we're probably in the beginning." Erika summed up with a nod.

"So why are they here? Why Walkerton? Why me? And how did I bring my phone to life?"

Suddenly, Erika adopted a distracted expression. "The wish..."

Frowning at her, I cocked my head and hummed in confusion. "What?"

She blinked and shook her head, before turning to me once more. "The wish! The wish from the necklace! You wished we were in Transformers, in the beginning so we could change things, with the power of the Allspark!"

My throat suddenly got a lot drier than it already was.

"And the Matrix..."

Flashback

"Okay, I wish we could be in the Transformers reality, the Bay-verse one, but I wish we could be there early enough in the story to save all the bots we can and stop some of that horrible crap from happening, and I wish we had the power of the Allspark and Matrix of Leadership-"

End Flashback

But-"Erika?" I felt lost. "I also wished we were triple changers."

She blinked and looked at me, before looking down at her hands. "Well, I didn't turn into a giant robotic Porsche-"

The orange Porsche that was the cause of all my pain quickly flit through my mind. "God, Eri! D-Don't even mention Porsches, please!" I winced sharply as every inch of my body hurt!

"Uh...?"

"Porsche 959." Funny, how after all the bullshit, I could remember what Joe had labeled it. Joe, Mattie, please be okay! "Was the 'Con."

Her eyes widened and she grimaced, before nodding.

We fell into silence once more. One of those comfortable but uncomfortable silences. The kind that I basked in and desperately wanted to break at once. But I didn't. Break it, that is. Instead, I sat there, drawing the fingers of my free hand over the little antennai of the bitty bot in my hand, and noting the growing cramp in my folded arm.

"So..."

I looked over at Erika, questioningly, only to see an uncomfortable look on her face.

"What brings a chick like you to a place like this?"

Despite myself, I giggled a little. "Running for my life. You?"

She shrugged. "Running for your life."

I tried not to dwell on those words, but for a moment, it was hard. She was running for my life. I was the one in danger, and she could be the one to get hurt. Or killed. The idea made my already achy stomach ache even worse, and it took three tries to swallow past the lump in my burning throat.

"Ah."

"...So do we just stay here...?"

My chest tightened and I frowned. Not for the first time, I thought about Joe and Mattie. They'd run, but were they okay? And what about Jazz? He was already pretty fucked up from that battle with Sideways that he told us about. Was he strong enough to take out the 'Con?

Or...did we just get him killed?

"Ellie?"

"I...don't know if Jazz is okay." And then, I snickered with entirely no humor in the sound/action. "And I can't exactly use my phone to call him."

"Oh! I can-" She began searching her person, patting down the pockets of her oversized hoodie sweater and short jean cut offs, before pulling out a small, blue device. Then she wasted no time hurriedly tapping the screen and swiping here and there, before raising the device to her ear. "Jazz!" Her face lit up.

And a weight I wasn't even aware of until now seemed to lift from my shoulders.

Erika wouldn't be smiling if Jazz was offline...right?

"We're in some alley, uh... Hang on." Giving me a finger (note, a finger, not the finger), Erika slipped off her box and hurried over to the mouth of the alley a short distance away, glancing out it.

From the distance, I could see her mouth moving, but not quite make out the words. No one seemed to be on the street, but cars did still occasionally drive by, and there was a loud air conditioner rumbling a few floors up, overhead, in what I guessed was an apartment complex next door.

A moment later, she hurried back, looking more serious than I was used to her seeing. "So he says the 'Con was Skystalker and he's been slagged, but there could be more. He's coming to get us, and he'll take us by our homes to pack some stuff up, but it's not safe to stick around."

Which made all of too much sense. If the 'Cons were here, it was only a matter of time before they found out where I lived and more came after me. Especially if it was me they were after.

"Does he know why they're after me?"

Erika tilted her head slightly, eyes going to the left, before humming. "He heard you and says it's likely the same reason he was looking for us. Because of the lingering Allspark radiation. Oh! By the way, we got a surprise for you when you get here." Her eyes landed on the little bundle I held to my chest. "Yeah. She's hurt, like...one big massive bruise, but she can walk."

Rolling my eyes, I snorted. "Gee, it's so good to know you care!" I muttered darkly.

She flipped me off, giving me the finger, this time. "Yeah, so we'll be here. Your navigation systems repaired enough-Ah. Okay. See you soon. Yeah. Bye." She hung up, slipping her phone into her pocket, and climbed back up onto the box next to me. "He says he couldn't read us from a distance or he'd already be here, and he should be here in a few minutes."

I nodded, before turning to the bitty bot in my hands. "So apparently I have Allspark radiation in me, and I brought my phone to life." Pulling my free hand away from myself, I eyeballed it critically. "I wonder if that's a one-time thing."

"It'd be cool if not."

I raused an eyebrow at my blonde bestie. "Huh?"

Her expression was completely serious again. "The Allspark will be destroyed-"

"I thought we talked about this. According to The Fallen, himself, only the shell can be destroyed. The Allspark, the energy itself, can only, and I quote: 'transform'."

"Semantics." She waved a hand. "My point is it'll go boom in you-know-who's chest soon enough. We've both talked about this countless times. There's just no other way out of it. The first movie pretty much has to happen as it did to ensure the best possible chance at humans and Cybertronians getting along, and making sure the Decepticons can't get the Allspark-AND, getting back on track, once it's gone, so will quite possibly be their only way of making sparklings! Even if they can make them with a mech and femme, there's so few known femmes left, right? Only the Arcee triplets even came to Earth, that we know of!"

I nodded mutely, listening to her words.

"So if you can make sparklings..." Her eyes went to the little one against my chest. "You might be the best, if not only chance of keeping the Cybertronian race going."

I swallowed thickly, wincing at the rawness still lingering in my throat, and sighed. "No pressure, right?"

She winced. "Sorry."

Shaking my head, I looked down at the little bundle I held so protectively. "That's assuming this wasn't just a spur of the moment, one-time event. For all we know, that's just the last of the Allspark radiation lingering in my body." Then I paused. "Hey! Maybe you can do it! I distinctly remember Jazz saying we both had the radiation in us!"

She raised an eyebrow, pulled out her cell phone and held it in the palm of her hand. "Nope, nothing happening."

Rolling my eyes, I groaned. "I'm pretty sure there's some form of concentration involved. I doubt Primus wants us walking around, willy nilly, raising sparklings from any and every piece of tech we happen to get our grubby little human mitts on."

She rolled her eyes back at me, before holding the phone out in front of her. Her eyes went back to it, and she seemed to focus intently. Well, her eyes did. And her eyebrows drew down, and her expression turned really tight.

Silence reigned between us for a painfully long moment.

Or three.

I'd have checked, but... Well, I didn't have a phone anymore.

But Erika's phone didn't even twitch.

She didn't grow glowing eyes, and no magical wind whipped up. There was no blue spark of energy, or phones suddenly jumping around and looking utterly adorable. She did, however, groan and drop her hand a moment later, before raising her head and giving me a daring look, holding her phone out. "I dare you to do it!"

Pointing to the little bot in my hold, I raised an eyebrow. "Been there, done that."

"Yeah, but I bet you can't do it again!"

"Weren't you just suggesting I could be a Cybertronian broodmare not ten minutes ago?"

"Well, if you don't think you can do it..."

All of this over sparklings. I looked from her phone to the little one in my grasp and back. Could I make more? I stared at the phone, not entirely sure if that little bubble of hope and excitement should have been as terrifying as it was. Can I make more? Would I want to? I thought about the bots, and I thought about all they'd given up. I thought about the loss of their world, and the soon-to-be loss of their precious Allspark.

What if the powers fade when it's destroyed?

Swallowing against the tightness in my throat, I reached out, fingers hovering over the phone. I could feel the tension in the pit of my stomach. A knot of uncomfortable heat that seemed to rest there at the thought of no more sparklings, and the possibility of creating more. The more I focused on it, the warmer I felt, until all I could think about was trying to create another sparkling.

I mean, why not?

The bots should easily be able to protect and take care of sparklings the size of cell phones, right?

I lowered my hand slowly to the phone-

BEEP!

Only to jump and fall backwards off the box I was sitting on, land on my back, and scream bloody murder badly enough that I woke the poor little one on my chest.

"Shit! Ellie!"

Everything seemed to swim around me momentarily, and I couldn't help the sob of sheer agony that erupted from my throat. Tears rolled out of my eyes once more, reigniting the burning sensation I was just getting past from earlier, and I felt like my entire body was frozen where I lay.

"Goddamn it, Jazz! You scared the ever loving slag out of us!"

There was a series of chirps and whining whimpers from my chest, and before I knew it, I was stroking my fingers gingerly down a small back. The chirps quickly turned to that same purr-like rumbling from earlier, and I groaned deeply in pain as I struggled to push myself up.

"I...fucking hate...you...Jazz!" I grumbled darkly.

Luckily, Erika was there to help with a sturdy grip to the shoulders, half dragging me to my feet.

Taking another moment to adapt to the pain and wait for the world to stop spinning, and I was grumbling to myself as I followed her over to the waiting car... Which...just so happened to be a silver 2007 Pontiac Solstice.

"Oh, upgrade!"

I made a face as Erika practically purred, slipping in through the open passenger side door and sliding across to the driver seat, so I could follow her in. "That was just obscene." I gave her a look, before hissing as I painfully settled against the pleasantly warm leather seating, all but sagging into it. "Oh, fuck, ow! My back!"

"Are yah good, femme?"

"I'm alive." I was still making that stupid face.

"Goo-Wait! Frag, is dat a sparklin'?"

Feeling the squirming in my hand, I lowered my hand from my chest, cupping my fingers around the bitty bot held in the palm of my hand. "Oh yeah." I stared down at it, before smirking evilly at Jazz. "That reminds me-"

The little bot gave a chirp.

I reached out and patted the dash briefly as Jazz pulled slowly into the street once more.

"Congratulations! You're a father!"

Note : Sorry guys, if he had any reaction at all, it'll be like another chapter or two before you find out. Next chapter deals with 'Elsewhere' POVs. ;)

Written : Mar 9, 2015

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