Time of our choosing

By: Darksider82

Beta: Wingedseerwolf

Disclaimer: Must we go through this tediousness every time? No I don't own anything from these franchises.

Transformers/HP x-over

HP/KB and Transformer ships are standard

"Chatting and Spells"

"Flashback conversations and nonverbal spells"
Autobots talking

Optimus Prime and Sentinel Prime shifted into their humanoid forms in the middle of Tanzania, surrounded by beautiful trees and rolling hills, merging into a desert. Sentinel was in awe "So majestic and peaceful, this planet. Unlike the final days of Cybertron."

Optimus nodded before rumbling "I've wondered what might have been, if you had fought the final battle, instead of me."

Sentinel Prime spun faster than Prime remembered him being able to do so "Never mourn the past, young warrior. Thanks to you... our race survives."

"You were our leader, Sentinel. It is your right to lead us again." Optimus said holding out the matrix of leadership which Sentinel sent back to him.

"In a world I do not know. I am no longer your teacher, Optimus. You are mine." Little did Optimus know what his successor was about to do.

(Sam's Apartment)
Simmons sat on Sam's couch "You've got to break this case down. What we have here is an astronaut epidemic. MIA. Dead. Died in a car accident. Killed. DOA. Car death. It's like these guys can't drive. They can fly into outer space, but they can't drive a car."

Brazos knocked on the door, Sam opened it and received a paper file to the face. "Procured your information, Witwicky… Now...would you let me see one right now. One time.

Sam sighed "Quick."

Brazos nodded looking like a child in a candy store "Very."

Sam trailed Brazos flicking through the file he had just been given "Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter. It says NASA launched it in 2009. See, forensics show Wang may have messed with the code, preventing it from mapping the far side of the moon, which is also the dark side."

Brazos stared in amazement at Bumblebee who whistled impatiently "Fucking awesome." Exclaimed Sam's Boss in nothing less than pure excitement.

Simmons picked up the Sam's discarded folder "They infiltrate us, intimidate us, coerce us to do their dirty work. And once they're done, kadoosh. A double-tap to the cerebellum."

Sam turned to Simmons "So humans are working for the Decepticons…Shouldn't Harry know about this?"

"I don't think this is about the Decepticons looking for something on the moon. I think it's about something... they wanted to hide…Harry, he's smart. Knowing him he's probably listening in and is having his really efficient minions working on this as we speak." Simmons was correct, Harry had Sam's house bugged but that was only due to the fact Carly was under scrutiny because of her association with Dylan Gould that triggered the bugging.

(NEST base)

"Sir, we have Witwicky, Simmons and Brazos in the house." Someone called and Lennox groaned.

"Follow this up. I'll break Harry away from his kids." This was one part of the job both Lennox and Harry despised and that was intruding on each other when off duty.

(Apartment)
Brazos was still cooing like a kid "Come to Daddy. Come on, throw down. Ya! Ha!" The last part was done as he was performing wildly exaggerated martial art moves…badly.

Bumblebee sighed "Did you eat a lot of paint chips when you were a kid?"

Simmons sighed "He's a freak."

Brazos was suddenly taken down by Bumblebee who had enough of the man's childish antics. Soon enough Brazos had to go. There was a definite spring in his step.

Simmons called "Sir! We are having a pretty high-level alien intel confab here, that I don't think you're cleared for, errand boy."

Before anyone could respond Brains made his way over, with what seemed to be smoke coming off him "Hey, I'm smoking over here! Downloaded missing Russian cosmonauts. Turns out the Soviets cancelled a manned mission to the moon. The moon! In 1972. And two of their cosmonauts went into hiding in America. And I just found them alive!"

Wheelie made his way over "You're a genius, Brains. Ow hot, hot, hot!" Wheelie had patted Brains on the back.

Bumblebee let out a series of whistles, boops, bleeps and assortment of other wacky sound effects.

"Oh, that was smooth, Bumblebee."

Just then Carly walked in "Hi." Sam called flicking over some schematics.

"Would somebody care to tell me what the hell's going on?"

"Who are you?" Exclaimed Simmons and Carly at once.

"Who am I? Who is that? Dutch! Frisk her!" Sam couldn't believe this was happening.

"Certainly."

"No, no. Dutch, uh…" Snapped Sam which was echoed by Carly followed by a slap.

Dutch stared at her "I'm not gonna touch her."

(NEST)
The eavesdroppers were trying to hold in their laughter. This was comedic gold.

(Apartment)
"Sam? What is going on?" The tone could have caused an iceage.

"Angel. Uh. I was working. I'm sorry about this." Sam said meekly.

Simmons rounded on Sam "She lives here? Wow. You had your chance to frisk her." The last part was directed at Dutch.

"I have a girlfriend."

"Really? What's her name?"

"India."

"We're supposed to be at Dylan's party, remember?" Said Carly making Sam wince. He had completely forgotten.

Sam groaned "I do remember, but these are my friends. They need me. I have to be here right now."

Carly raised her eyebrows and put her hands on her hips "So, what, the Autobots and the military, they can't handle this on their own? You know what I liked about your war stories, Sam? It's that they were stories, they were in the past."

Sam winced, secretly he did miss the rush of adrenaline before remembering that two of Carly's brothers were serving and one had unfortunately died not long after the Autobots first arrived "Look, I know you're thinking about your brothers, okay? And you're thinking about your family. And it's not that situation."

"No?"

Sam nodded "No."

"Why not? Why isn't it, Sam? You think we'd rather have his medals, or we'd rather have him?" Protested Carly

Sam sighed, he hated this "I hear you. I get it. Where are you taking my bunny? Stop! Just stop for a second."

"You think I could sleep last night? And then it hit me. No, Sam wants to be in danger! He doesn't know who he is without it." Ranted Carly.

Sam looked at her "I just want to matter."

"You matter to me." Carly replied with a slight grin on her face.

Sam nodded "I know you're worried. I know you're worried. But I promise you, I can- I can handle this."

Carly 'Don't say promises you can't keep' she thought to herself "Can you? You can promise it?"

Sam nodded "I promise."

Carly turned to leave as she picked up the rabbit "Sam, I don't want to lose you and I know where this leads. I'm not ready for this. Are you coming with me?"

Sam sighed "I can't."

"Okay, here's your foot."

With that Carly left.

Simmons sighed and rumbled "The warrior's path is a solitary one... how the hell she afford that car?"

"Her boss."

"Rich bastards! I used to hate them. Now, it's... Going to a gig on the hunt for two Russian cosmonauts. Nothing like driving in a Maybach, eh? Germans know how to make cars, let me tell you." Simmons said as Dutch started the car.

Simmons began explaining how he had come by Dutch into his service "My Dutchman, former NSA cybersleuth extraordinaire, tracked them down… here. So, these cosmonauts went into hiding. Why?" Just as Dutch announced that he had found a match for Russian Astronauts.

So the paranoid former Sector Seven, now millionaire serviceman, his German manservant/bodyguard/personal assistant and a lonely mail runner entered the bar. Apparently these guys still lived in the Cold War as Dutch accidentally said the wrong thing resulting in guns being drawn and lots of insults being thrown. Particularly ones about smelling of elderberries and a parent being a hamster.

Soon enough normal politeness or rather as polite Americans and Russians can be whilst being in the same room together did Dimitri finally stand up to show them something "You are about to see one of the biggest Soviet secrets. America first to send man to the moon. But USSR first to send camera. In 1959, our Luna Three take picture of the... dark, the shadow side. Sees nothing. But in 1963, Luna Four sees-"

"Strange rocks." Finished Yuri. Sam's gut tightened he had a bad feeling about this.

"Yeah." Commented Dmitri, he sounded like a man only designed to big up his superiors.

"Around the ship. Hundreds of them. With some... drag marks." Said Yuri as the pictures were shown to Sam and Simmons.

"I've seen these. These aren't rocks, these are pillars. Alien pillars for a space bridge. We know about them because the Autobots have five of these." Explained Sam.

"Decepticons must have raided the ship before Apollo Eleven ever got there, took the pillars, and hid them." Replied Simmons. Both of them had a sinking feeling that they were missing something.

Sam vented his frustration and hit the table "It doesn't make sense. The Decepticons have the ship. They have all those pillars. Why would they leave Sentinel when he's the only one who can use them?"

Simmons's eyes raised "Unless…"

"He's the one thing they still need. We've got to meet up with Sentinel, rendezvous with him and keep him safe." Exclaimed Sam flying out the door.

Dutch was waiting for them and soon enough the car started and they were off to NEST. Sam calling Harry as they hit the interstate.

Sam popped his knuckle as Harry and Mearing were patched through "Mearing, Harry, I just picked up Sentinel. Optimus is ten minutes behind. We're coming to NEST now."

Mearing glowered at her British subordinate who was quickly grabbing weaponry and kit before jumping into the Autobot pit to grab Crosshairs, as he did so he was patching into the conversation "Mr Witwicky, I thought I made it clear to you that I did not want you calling this phone."

Sam sighed before continuing his call "Listen, the whole thing has been a setup since the beginning. The Decepticons wanted Optimus to find Sentinel because only Optimus could revive him."

"But we have the space bridge." Protested Mearing childishly causing Harry to sigh and interject.

"Mearing, We have five pillars. Sam and I just learned that they have hundreds. You're doing exactly what they wanted you to do. What do you need me to say to you? The Decepticons are coming for Sentinel Prime!"

Mearing nodded "We're going to NEST." She announced.

Meanwhile at NEST people were running around as NEST had detected an Energon alert and the readings were on the D. C. Parkway.

"Currently tracking. Six black Suburban's." Called an Analysist

(DC Highway)
Crowbar, Hatchet, Crankcase let out deafening roars as they bore down on Simmons, Dutch, Sam, Bumblebee and Sentinel. As for the other three they were called Dirtbag, Flux and Razor maintained their forms and moved to box said opponents.

Sam tried the breathing exercises Harry had taught to prevent himself from freaking out and looking at the rather ugly Decepticons charging down on them. He winced as Crowbar let out an deafening roar followed by series of growls, snarls and something that resembled a shriek from another.

"Bee, you got to get Sentinel out of here! You got to guard him!" Snapped Sam just as a Police Cruiser slammed into one of the concealed Decepticons with a cry of "Punkass Decepticon!"

Sam grinned, you could always count on Prowl, Hound and Ironhide to be entertaining. Speaking of the Fat Commando, he had transformed and basically cannonballed into yet another of the Decepticons.

As the two collided Sam definitely heard what he thought was the Cybertronian Version of the Wilhelm Scream.

The Dreads growled as they got even closer.

Dutch groaned "Oh mein Gott I'm fired!"

Hatchet launched himself over the car roaring menacingly. Sam cracked and began screaming "Watch out!" Definitely not sounding like a little girl.

Hatchet who was coming at them from behind suddenly let out a pained growl as Dino and Sideswipe literally took him off at the legs.

"Got you! Ah ha ha ha!" The pair cackled before bumping fists. Apparently the sociopathy of Sunstreaker and Sideswipe was rubbing off on the Ferrari Autobot.

"Shoot him! Shoot him! Shoot him, Bee!" Sam urged as they drove along.

Hatchet growled somewhat weakly as Dino and Sideswipe advanced on him. Sam didn't see what happened next but he guessed it as Crosshairs skidded, popped his door, Harry dived out as the submachine gun pistols appeared and littered Hatchet's face with close to sixty four bullets "So many targets, so little time."

Sam needed no encouragement as during that fight, he had been displaced and Bee had caught him ease "Bee, you've got to move faster! Faster, Bee! Go! All right, back to NEST!"

Sideswipe snarled "Dino, I got him!" Sideswipe had apparently just been blindsided by Dirtbag and then the Autobot proceeded to grind the unfortunate Decepticon into dust.

Meanwhile, Sam had alerted Ironhide to Crowbar and Crankcase. The Weaponsmith smirked and revealed his twin cannons and he stared them down.

Crowbar and Crankcase looked at each other quickly conversing in cybertronian.

"Problem?" Rumbled Ironhide as Sideswipe arrived.

"Whoa. Little Mexican standoff we got here."

Ironhide took control "Weapons down. And we'll let you escape with your dignity."

The next few moments were hard to make out, as apparently Crankcase rushed Ironhide only to be shot down in a spectacular fashion almost as if they had been shot by a cowboy. "Class dismissed." Ironhide rumbled his cannons smoking and the Decepticons smouldered.

"Pity it wasn't High Noon, Herr Ironhide." A German soldier murmured as Lennox took command.

"Get inside! Let's go!" Bellowed Lennox. The order was echoed by various nationalities with 'Move it' and 'Double time'.

Sam needed to get Lennox or Katie's attention, thankfully the older man was available "Lennox! We got Decepticons everywhere."

Lennox nodded "I heard Sam, good job. Harry and Katie are on the warpath. Not sure who is worse. I've got my whole team deployed looking for them. Ironhide! Protect Sentinel. Get him locked up inside."

Ironhide nodded "Consider it done! Crosshairs, about time you showed up. Where's Harry?"

"Here!" Harry announced saluting Lennox and nodding to Sam "Thanks, Sam. Mearing's pissed at you…Fucking bitch."

"Hey, you've got to guard him, 'cause he's the key to the whole thing."

Harry paled as Sentinel smirked. Harry delved deep into his magic and the Cube and threw a beautiful emerald shield into existence just in time as Sentinel drew a pistol "Indeed I am. What you must realize, my Autobot brothers, is we were never going to win the war. For the sake of our planet's survival, a deal had to be made... with Megatron." He aimed and fired at Ironhide, who had been taken completely unawares.

Harry was surprised at how strong the pistol was, it was eating the shield like a knife in hot butter. Harry's eyes turned white. Not milky white blind but rather bright white with blue crackles of lightning as the Cube made Manifest battled the corrosive pistol of the Primes.

It was enough, the shield held. The soldier opened fire on Sentinel. Lennox's barked orders to 'Fall back' faded to black as he exerted himself more than he had ever done since Egypt.

Sentinel Prime announced to an illusion of a decomposing Ironhide "I hereby discharge you from duty." Katie and several other wizards and constructed the image to keep up appearances.

Ironhide didn't say anything. His processing modules were telling him to play along.

Bumblebee made a sad whistling noise as several Autobots paid their respects. Meanwhile as they did so NEST Soldier's laid down fire on the traitorous Prime and died trying to fend the Autobot off the Pillars.

Lennox and Harry had hit the walls with thumps and were dazed. They could only watch and wonder at why the Sentinel Prime, the Autobot who anointed Optimus as Prime turn traitor on them.

Everything lost focus and cohesion during Sentinel's hit for the Pillars. As Harry and Lennox came around to find various Secret Service Agents storming the facility. Harry snarled at the fact Sentinel hadn't been able to take out Mearing.

Lennox sighed, "It's one of these scenario's. I'll deal with this lot. Harry, notify the 101St Airborne! We need to hunt this thing down!"

Harry nodded "Brown…Get on the line to Her Majesty. Tell her we need British Military Support. Get it through legal channels this is an international disaster so we need to run damage control."