Author's notes: Thanks for adding this fic to your favorite stories list. Odd mix, a bit of this and that. And to answer questions, I am way too much like Prowl. I love lists and rules and have a lot of his personality. I would love to be a Prime but alas, no matrixes are available at the moment. Annabelle is now about age five.

Spark spires are my creation, think of the petals of a dahlia flower, curved and surrounding the spark in silver metal "spires" to protect the spark energy. Allows the blue energy to show. Only Megatron and Optimus have spark chambers in the Ultimate Guide to Transformers book but logically all Transformers would have something to protect the spark. The spark is the essence of their soul, contains all their memories and personality.

All my fics are SLASH / SMUT free. Normal friendships are portrayed ONLY. Best friends and NOTHING more. Do not read anything else into these please. Cybertron time: Breem 8.3 minutes, Joor 6.5 hours, Orn 13 days, Vorn 83 years. 1 hour is 7.2289 Breems, 1 day 24 hours is 3.6923 Joors, 1 month 31 days is 2.3846 Orns, 1 year is 28.079 orns, and 5 years is 140 orns. 20 years is approx one fourth or quarter of a Vorn. Onward to unexpected surprises.

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Autobot Second In Command and Security Officer Prowl uploaded more military personnel files, amazed at how often they were updated on the human side. "We have few titles among ourselves. Scout, weapons specialist, seeker, second in command, chief medical officer, medic and our highest, Prime. We have Autobot and Decepticon. Mech and femme."

"Captain, correction, Major Lennox's Annabelle has been a newborn, infant, baby, toddler, small child, and little girl. The femme is 154 orns old or five and a half human years. Since she was sparked, our species arrived on earth, Bumblebee was captured by humans, the Allspark destroyed, Megatron offlined, we made friends with humans, formed NEST, Megatron back online, Sam kidnapped, Optimus Prime offlined, discovered the tomb of the Primes, Optimus Prime back online, fought and defeated the Fallen, destroyed the sun reaper machine, more Autobots and Decepticons arrive and now what does the future hold?"

He closed his optics, bowing his head. 'Peace, Primus hear me, I want peace. For both our races.' There was only silence. Opening his optics, Prowl began skimming through reports on his datapad. Internal comm signals interrupted one after the other.

:: Prowl, forewarning. Latest military advisor is making inquiries about Jazz being brought back:: Optimus

::Do they suspect we have the matrix?:: Prowl

:: No. They still believe it was destroyed in the sun reaper in Egypt two years ago:: Ironhide

:: How are we handling it?:: Prowl

::That Jazz was in extreme stasis lock and without energon and special Cybertron equipment he couldn't be "saved" to full functioning at that time. And I implied their language was extremely imprecise with multiple meanings and there was confusion over his actual status:: Ratchet

::And?:: Prowl

::The human can be discouraged if he presses further:: Ironhide's gruff tone expressed what type of discouragement he was thinking of.

::The treaty specifies our right to secrets in regards to our race. Threats are not necessary:: Optimus

::Better you than me in politics:: Prowl

::Better you than me with the twins. They're free from the brig today?::Optimus

::I was trying to forget. Thanks for reminding me. I'll clear my schedule:: Prowl

::Keep me informed. I have two Pentagon meetings, one budget review and four Homeland Security briefings today:: Optimus ::I could use humor.::

::Comm me if you need fire power:: Ironhide

::I'll have med bay on standby as always:: Ratchet

"Why do I foresee more rules?" Prowl murmured, returning to his daily work.

57. Do not change official equipment in regards to telling time, location or other required information.

Ultra Magnus strode into the Autobot hangar, automatically monitoring everything. All solider, any change was noted and logged for future reference. He glanced over at the clocks, noting each displayed the correct, if different time, for a distant city and country. It was the Autobot clock that brought his white with red and blue armor frame to a halt.

"Autobot clock? We keep time internally. So why?" He asked, moving closer to read the glyphs that were in the place of numbers. What would be 1 on a human clock was "time for the twins to pull a prank." 2 on the clock was " time for Bumblebee to play another song," and around the circle it went. "time for Prime to fix a world size problem," "time for Ratchet to throw another wrench," "time for Ironhide to threaten with his cannons," "time for Wheeljack to blow something up," "time for a human liaison to quit,""time for Prowl to add a new rule," "time for Annabelle to be cute," "time for Sam to run and get chased" "time for humans to have a meeting" and "time to be homesick for Cybertron."

"I will find who did this prank." He said, pulling up the beacon locations of every Autobot on base from the night before on the central monitor."See who was in this room after the last time I knew that wall was blank." He blinked rapidly, not computing what the indicators were saying.

"Optimus Prime – lost in la la land of desert dreams.

Ironhide – blowing up the usual things.

Ratchet – blowing his temper.

Blurr- everywhere, just give him time to get there and back. Oops, you blinked.

Jazz – into music and don't bother him man.

Kup – Backwards in time. Ask and he'll tell you when and where.

Grimlock – Him stomp away, be back soon.

Ultra Magnus – Off being just a soldier."

"Off? I take my duties seriously. Wait a breem, I know who is missing." Typing, he entered two names then waited for their location.

"Twins – Wouldn't you like to know? We were here and you were not. Enjoy our gift, thanks a lot."

"Why am I not surprised," the mech muttered.

Jazz walked in, slowly and still unsure of his surroundings, dealing with the major changes from his last memory of fighting Megatron to their new alliance with the humans. He saw the clock then stopped, reading its times. It was the smile on Jazz's face plates, the 'I'm amused and enjoying life smile' that decided him.

A single keystroke and the locator list disappeared from view. "What's a little fun now and then. There is more to life than begin a soldier. " Ultra Magnus reasoned then called to the other mech. "Hey Jazz, how about some energon? I'm heading that way and heard a new song you might like."

64. Do not exceed proper boundaries in human Autobot relationships. Any disregard of this rule will result in disciplinary action to an Autobot as well as accidental injury or prohibited knowledge to the humans.

Prowl drummed his fingers on the desktop, concerned about the phrasing of this rule. "Implies too personal an interaction between the species. And this was not. Though Sam and Bumblebee should have known better."

"'Bee, can I ask you something?" Sam had inquired innocently enough. They were watching the stars from their favorite spot on the lookout by Sam's house.

"Your voice was all I heard," song snippet played from his yellow guardian.

"Annabelle and I have been talking on IM chat and she mentioned spark spires, transform adjustments and armor spacing for hiding. Ironhide changed his transform for her child safety seat," the boy hesitated before looking directly at his guardian. "Based on you changing your armor to hide Mikeala and me, even risking your spark to do so. Did you really do that for me?" he watched in surprise as Bumblebee sat up straight, optics closing as his frame stiffened, falling over backwards in shock.

"Bee! Bee, I'm sorry." He rushed to his friend. "I didn't mean oof!"

Bumblebee's optics snapped open, as his arms grabbed Sam and hugged him close to his chest as sounds of laughter played from his speakers. The mech formed a smile with his face, then tapped his metal chest once. The smallest of whirring sounds was heard as a split appeared in the center of his chest plates. Both pieces raised up slowly, then slid over, as blue light flowed out. Silver metal spires unwrapped outward, revealing the full brilliance of his life force.

"Is that your spark?" Sam gasped, blinking at the light's intensity and strength.

"You got it in one!" A movie clip of a man's voice played.

"Wow. That is incredible, and you do have space under your armor, enough to hide in. Your spark is so bright. Annabelle says Ironhide's is warm and lulls her to sleep."

Bumblebee gestured at Sam then under his armor as the spark spires closed back inward dimming the light only partially. The intent was clear.

"I can?" the human hesitated, watching as Bumblebee repeated the gesture of 'get in.' Cautiously, he sat up, bringing his legs around forward, sliding down under the armor. He sat down, bracing on engine looking parts, barely able to sit upright in the tight space. "It's warm. And I can feel the hum of your spark. No wonder Annabelle loves this." Relaxing, the teen leaned back and closed his eyes. Bumblebee closed his chest panels, his attention focused inward.

That was the exact moment the Decepticon seeker roared overhead. Battle systems engaged immediately, bringing Bumblebee's weapons and defenses online. As well as one program sequence never activated before. It responded to the presence of a life form, though human, that still bore the echo of the Allspark and Prime Matrix.

The Decepticon spun in the air, transforming and began to land in his mech form. Red optics went wide as Bumblebee staggered, going to one knee as his entire back transformed, shifting all weapons power and systems to one spot.

"You surrender already? Weak little scout! Nightflyer takes no prisoners." He yelled, aiming his wrist missile.

When Megatron had captured Bumblebee on Tyger Pax, he had tortured the little mech. Those memories haunted the young scout until Optimus Prime had linked in, overriding them and locking them behind an unbreakable code lock before uploading part of his own programming to deal with the aftereffects. Unknowingly, his Prime's programming had been transferred too. Only a Prime, powered by a Matrix could carry and use certain plasma weaponry. Lines of code within Bumblebee misread Sam as a Matrix and formatted that exact weapon. The Decepticon never saw what hit him, only had a fraction of a tenth of a second to realize something powerful fired before his entire chest and spark vanished into dust.

Bumblebee blinked his optics, trying to reset from the blinding flash. He was on his hands and knee plates, blown backwards into a shallow trench by the backlash. External scans showed a smoking wreck of Decepticon nearby.

"Nothing but love for you," Will Smith's voice, Independence Day scene were the virus to blow the entire ship had just been uploaded played as Bumblebee confirmed the seeker's destruction.

WARNING, POWER LEVELS EXCEEDED. EMERGENCY SHUTDOWN COMMMENCING displayed across his mainframe. Drained, Bumblebee fell forward, his entire form flat on the dirt, trapping Sam inside his armor. An automated distress signal brought the Autobots to the rescue within hours. Ratchet overrode the programming,sealing it back behind the appropriate firewall while Mikeala chewed Sam up one side and down the other as they tried to get circulation back into his cramped legs.

Optimus watched Bumblebee come back online, full of wonder that he had transferred that much into his programming. The chance that Bumblebee might become a Prime was now confirmed. It filled him with hope and he looked up at the stars. 'Our youngest can become our best.'

In the morning, they would return Sam back to college and the Autobots would return to the NEST base. Then he would have a private talk with Bumblebee about beginning command training.

94. Do not tamper with base blue prints, alter GPS codes or land maps and provide to new personnel to "help" them find their way around. *Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Bluestreak, Hound, Jolt, and Bumblebee.

Optimus, last living Autobot Prime, team leader and strategist, brother of Megatron, and Earth forces commander looked at his troops and resisted the urge to scream, throw them all in the brig or sigh in frustration. What he wanted to do was to congratulate them on creative thinking but that would set a very bad precedent too. Instead, he chose to look upset and commanding. He stood feet braced, arms crossed and weapons out but not charged.

"I understand the need for pranks. And human liaisons are our favorite target. However, this has gone on long enough." The tall mech stated, his vocal tone deep and controlled.

"How were we to know humans would upload our file to the master server? We never gave permission," Sunstreaker defended. His twin brother nodded as the others gestured their agreement.

"You never had permission to alter maps and GPS in the database either. But you did." Optimus said. "And the fact the misinformation has now spread was foreseeable. Switching Ratchet's med bay with shipping and receiving resulting in shipping delays was one thing. Switching the liaison quarters with the waste recycling center was another. But the congressional committee on funding got lost because you altered the GPS response from the base here at Diego Garcia to San Diego SeaWorld Park, a waste of taxpayer money."

"They didn't have to stay there and go to the park. They could have come here as planned." Bluestreak said.

"And NEST got their budget approved." Jolt added.

"We are the champions my friends," song snippet played from Bumblebee.

Optimus firmly controlled his face plates, preventing a smile. In truth, he had been relieved not to attend budget reviews for hours. Not that he could ever admit it.

"Notwithstanding, you will fix each and every error and participate in future updates for the next ten orns, guaranteeing accuracy. Yes Hound?" Noting the green Autobot had raised his hand human style for attention.

"You didn't mention one other switch." He said.

"Which is?" Optimus tilted his head, wondering what he had missed and why they were all grinning so much.

"Your office as Head Master Dumbledore's private quarters of course."

"……"