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(Chapter 8)

(Next Morning)

Samantha was sitting at the dinner table, finishing her breakfast. She was exhausted from last night and barely got any sleep. And she kept waking up to a constant ringing sound echoing in her mind. She rubbed the side of her head, 'My head feels like it's going to split in two.'

Across the table, Ron was reading the newspaper, "Samantha, what have I said about tapping the silverware on the table."

Sam sighed, "I'll buy you new ones if these get blunted, okay? Or easier, I'll fix them with magic." She sounded irritated.

Ron slowly lowered the newspaper, "Are you having an attitude with me, young lady?"

"No," She shook her head, "I just had a long night."

Ron laughed sarcastically, "You had a long night? Your Mother went on and on about that boy you brought home, and now I have to hear her talk about grandkids." It was times like this he wished he were deaf.

"When is Mom going to understand my love life is practically a dead end?" She asked aloud.

Her Father shrugged, "Give it a few years. You'll meet a guy, settle down, and then be trapped forever~" Judy, who had just heard what he was saying, slapped him on the back of the head. "I mean living a perfect life with a wonderful spouse."

Judy gave her husband a look, "Mhm~That's what I thought." The Witwicky's went about their morning routines. Ron ate in silence as he clipped some coupons from the newspaper. Judy was going over her plans for the day. And Samantha was trying to gain the energy to face the day.

"So, Sammy, what do you think of that young man from last night?" Judy asked while looking at her daughter.

Samantha groaned, "Mom, can we please have one meal where we aren't talking about my love life?" She abruptly stood up and marched away.

Judy looked at Ron, "Do you think I'm too involved in her love life?" She has noticed Samantha acting cold to her within these past few days.

Ron groaned and covered his face, "Judy, you need to just leave it alone. No more talking about boys or getting any ideas about blind dates."

"I just don't want her to squander her life away with all those books she reads. She hardly comes out of her room." Judy pointed towards the ceiling, "Last week, I heard her hissing while she was on the couch. Ron, she needs to make friends."

Ron rolled his eyes at his wife, "Hissing? Really?" He didn't believe that "I'm worried about her too… okay? Judy, you've got to understand, this is her life, and there is nothing you can do about it. If you keep forcing this boyfriend thing, she's gonna resent you."

Unbeknownst to Ron or Judy, Samantha was leaning against the wall at the base of the stairs. She was going to go back and apologize to her Mom, 'I'll… I'll talk to them later.' Samantha quietly made her way upstairs, passing Mojo, who was sleeping on the steps. When she reached her room, she quietly closed the door and smacked her forehead against it. 'I need to calm down. Dad doesn't know… it was one time.' Ever since she was a little girl, Samantha always heard strange sounds. 'I can't tell them they'd freak out. At least Dad will.'

Samantha slowly spun around and looked at her room. On one of the shelves were robes from Hogwarts. Grabbing the black garment, she studied the green and silver serpent embedded onto the robes. 'It's only natural for a parselmouth to be sorted into Slytherin, I guess. Like I could ever be a leader or resourceful.' When she learned why she heard such strange sounds, she was terrified to tell anyone about her… peculiar ability to speak with snakes. 'Does Uncle Charles speak parseltongue? Ugh~I hope not.' Samantha despised her uncles and aunts, besides her Uncle Ben. The Witwicky's were a pure bloodline of witches and wizards dating back a few generations before Archibald. It infuriated her to learn how poorly her Father's brothers and sisters teased him about being a squib. The only exception was Ron's eldest brother, Ben, though they hardly spoke nowadays.

Samantha moved to her desk by the window and sat down. As for Samantha's personal relationship with her aunts and uncles, it was tense. 'I hate Uncle Charlie.' He believed she was a disgrace upon magic, being a half-blood, but was under the foolish idea that if she married a pureblood, it could be forgiven. "Whatever… why am I even thinking about those jerks?" Looking across her desk, she grabbed the box her father gave her. "I never did finish looking through all this junk."

Pulling out a large pile of papers, Samantha noticed a small leathered journal tucked away. "What's this?" The journal had clearly seen wear and tear from years of being left to rot. Sam unloosened the string and flipped to a random page. She blindly read the first entry on the page, "November 18th, 1897. It's been two months since our ship became stuck in the ice. These whining muggles cry about the lack of food and heat yet spend little time cutting our passage. I have grown tiresome of hearing their pleading to turn back. When I sacrificed two of our sled dogs for food, they thought I was deranged. Would they prefer I killed one of them? Am I wrong to sacrifice the meat of some worthless mutt than one of them?" Samantha gagged at the idea of what she was reading. 'Let's skip ahead.' It was strange to read from Archibald's mind.

She flipped to the next entry, "December 2nd, 1897. We're cold and starving but are nearly through the arctic shelf. My men are weak and exhausted from our weeks of labor. I know not if this search is in vain, but I will not cease until I return with something. Anything! I sense great magic in the arctic circle and feel its energy coursing through my veins. My time is short, and I have heard Alexander and Filipe speaking of starting a mutiny. The wooden walls of my ship are as thin as paper, and it is taking all my magic to keep this ragged vessel stable. They cry of my lack in cutting the ice but have little comprehension of my wrath."

Samantha was hunched over the book. Utterly enamored with what she was reading. "What was he looking for?" She flipped to the beginning of the journal but found nothing. "Maps… sailing charts… lunar cycles." The amount of detail in Archibald's journal astounded her. This was more than just a simple expedition for him. Turning to the next page, she saw a detailed map of the arctic circle. Several sections of the map were crossed out. 'Did they really sail through all this?' Before Samantha could flip to the last page, a dog bark made her jump. "Ugh! Mojo!"

Next to her leg, Mojo was barking at her, "What is it? Do you need to go outside?" She looked down and nearly toppled out of her chair, "Mojo… what the hell are you wearing?!" He had on a tiny shirt and was wearing jewelry. "Mom!" She may not like Mojo all that much, but this was just cruel.

(Ten Minutes Later)

Samantha walked out the back door. Mojo was in her arms and stripped of all the clothing her Mother put him in, "Mom, you can't keep doing this to Mojo."

Judy was checking a stone and had a basket full of flowers in her arm, "What? That's his bling."

Samantha walked down the path and placed Mojo down, "Mom, you're putting girl clothing and jewelry on a boy dog." She closed her eyes and sighed, "Um… sorry I snapped at you earlier. I know you're just trying to help, but I'm just not ready to start dating, okay?"

Giving a tender smile, Judy gave her daughter a small pat on the cheek, "I forgive you. Also, I talked with your Father, and I'm sorry too. If you aren't ready to date, then I can understand." However, Judy then started waving her finger, "But, young lady, I want you out making friends. You spend far too much time casting spells in your room. There is no excuse a young lady like you shouldn't be outside with others."

"Mom, I'm working. I just don't have time to socialize. Besides, there are hardly any wizards in this town that are my age."

Judy shrugged, "And? What's wrong with being friends with regular people? You don't need to be friends with just wizards."

"Mom," Samantha started, "You know it's not that easy. I like being able to cast magic and use spells. If I make friends with muggles, then I have to worry about keeping a secret from them. Don't you have any idea how that makes me feel?" She was trying to reach some form of reason within her Mother's warped mind.

"Now, Sammy, I don't want to hear excuses. I want to see you with some form of friends by the end of this week, or I'm setting you on a date with the boy down the street."

"What!?" Samantha's jaw nearly fell, "Boy down the street? Wait! You're not talking about Miles, are you!?" He was constantly stoned out of his mind when she saw him.

"You and Miles used to be such good friends. You know, I blame you going to Hogwarts for burning that bridge between you two."

Samantha was attempting to make sense of her Mother's insanity, "Mom, that is not why I'm not friends with Miles. We played together as kids, yes, but he is a completely different person. If he's not smoking pot, he's washing his dog with a syringe in his arm."

Judy snapped her fingers, "He is a nice young man. And I don't want to hear any complaints. I don't want to be the bad parent here, but you need friends. I want at least two friends at our house by next Sunday, or I'm calling Miles' Mother." She then handed Samantha a trowel, "Now come help your Father and me. You promised to help with the garden."

Samantha blindly took the trowel; her mouth was hanging open, 'Two friends by Sunday?' She was tempted to grab her wand and bewitch her Mother, 'No, I can't do that. Dad would strangle me.' As tempting as it was, Ron's cheapskate mind was like a steel cage. The most she was able to do was bewitch her parents to not notice her car was gone.

(Two Hours Later)

Ron wiped the sweat off his forehead, "Thanks for helping, Samantha." It was very rare that Ron allowed Samantha to cast magic in the open, but seeing how everyone was inside, he let it slide. Different potted plants were floating across the yard and buried themselves into the ground.

Samantha was on her knees waving her wand, "I can't believe you're allowing me to do this." At the end of the yard, Judy was keeping an eye out for neighbors and cars. "You're not going to make me go on that date with Miles… right?"

Ron drank from his bottle of water, "Listen, your Mother is right. You need to get out and make some friends. If forcing you to go on a date with Miles is the only way for you to make friends, then so be it. No sacrifice, No victory."

"And what if I say no?" Came her rebuttal.

Ron frowned at her, "I don't like the idea of you dating anyone, but that Miles kid is a moron, and I know nothing will come of it. But you are in my house and will do what I say… or else I can go tell your Mother how obsessed you are with Trent."

Samantha gagged and lost concentration. The floating pots and gardening tools fell to the ground with a thud, "You wouldn't." She whispered with fear, "If she hears you say that, I'll never hear the end of it."

"It's your call, Samantha. We do this because we love you."

"But Trent?" Samantha thought back to last night. 'I should've let that guy kill Trent. Then I wouldn't have to worry about him.' She mentally smacked herself, 'Bad thoughts. I shouldn't think like that… even if he's a dick.' Samantha groaned and nodded her head, "Okay, fine, you guys win. I'll try to make some friends." Who could she possibly invite to dinner by the weekend? 'Maybe Bumblebee would be willing to come.'

(Later)

After Samantha helped her parents with the garden, she finally escaped back to the Junkyard with Bumblebee. The dingy place was slowly growing on her… mainly because of all the mechs that were there. Mikaela wouldn't be there today because she was busy at the shop. So it was just going to be her... all alone with the Autobots.

Samantha leaned back against Bumblebee's seat. Her legs were crossed as a powerful heat built up, 'I don't have that hots for these guys. Damn it, Mikaela, why would you say that?' Seeing Bumblebee's holoform was making her heart feel funny. There was a tantalizing burn yet a bubbling feeling that filled it. However, as they pulled up to the junkyard, the sensation worsened.

Stepping out of Bumblebee, Samantha looked around, "I probably haven't said this yet, but I'm sorry you guys have to stay here. Not exactly the nicest or cleanest place on Earth."

Bumblebee chuckled, "You kiddin'? You should've seen the scrapyards on Cybertron."

Samantha's throat locked up. Bumblebee's voice was soothing. 'I hope Optimus isn't here.' Hearing his voice made her knees go weak. It didn't take long before Jazz came over. He was slightly glaring at Bumblebee.

"'Bout time you came, little fem." He kneeled down and cracked a smile, "Care for a~"

"Oh my god! What happened to you!?" Samantha took a step back as she looked at Jazz. The mech was filthy! His armor was covered in mud, grease, and thing she probably didn't want to know.

Jazz choked back his embarrassment, "Uh~ran into a little problem last night." He went street racing with the twins and ended up sliding into a landfill.

Sideswipe came rushing over, "Welcome back, hot stuff!"

Samantha blushed at the nickname, "Sideswipe, you too?" The red mech was covered in filth. "What happened to you two?" The two mechs glanced at each other before explaining their little race and how it went wrong. Samantha covered her nose, "Ugh! You both smell foul." She pointed towards the side of the storm drain. "Go over there. I'll be there in a minute. I can't work with that smell."

Jazz tilted his head, "Any reason why?" His spark was pounding. A bit of steam escaped his mouth at the thought of what was going to happen.

Snapping her fingers, a rusted bucket flew towards her. The bucket did a flip before the rust was blown away, and it looked brand new. "What do you think? I'm going to clean you. I'm sorry I can't think with that smell." Unbeknownst to her, the rest of the bots had turned off their smell receptors.

The two Autobots quickly rushed over towards the storm drain and transformed into their alt-forms. Jazz and Sideswipe were shaking as if there were an earthquake. They knew they smelt terrible but never did consider their favorite human would wash them. Meanwhile, Bumblebee had his arms crossed and had a deep scowl on his faceplate. The only mech Samantha should be washing was him. Samantha went over towards the two mechs and started by cleaning Jazz. 'Is he really Optimus's second in command?' Jazz is not what she'd imagine as someone being of a high ranking, only because of his relaxed personality. 'He must be really smart and strong if Optimus chose him as his second.'

Jazz closed his optics and growled softly as the femme cleaned him, 'Frag me… Primus, let me keep this femme.' She had conjured a sponge and was scrubbing the dirt off his chest plate. When she got to his rims, the mech bit his tongue as his optics rolled back. 'My femme. Frag, you know just where to touch me.' He was almost tempted to transform and uncouple his interface plate. His spike was aching for attention. Jazz had a spontaneous idea and had a mischievous smile.

Samantha used her wand, and a jet of water shot out from the tip, washing away the dirt from Jazz's rims. She was so focused on cleaning she hadn't noticed the black and white mech standing behind her. "I never realized your paint was this white, Jazz. I think my Father would be jealous of your paint job." A metallic had landed on the hood next to Samantha, causing her to jump.

"That so?" There was a deep chuckle behind her.

Spinning around, Samantha jumped, "J~Jazz?!" Jazz was right behind her. He was still a cybertronian, only human-sized. "Y~You have a holoform too?"

Jazz snickered, "You like?" He leaned close to the femme, "I thought you'd like it. I don't have a human form picked out, so I thought my actual self would've been better."

Samantha felt a blush creep onto her face, "You look~uh~good."

"Good?" He smirked at her reaction. Primus, he wanted to see more of it. His spike was getting harder by the nano-click.

"I mean~ugh! You look great. It's just strange to see you… well… my size." Like with Bumblebee, she found their robotic-selves more appealing for some reason. She approved that they were themselves and not hiding behind some fake human skin.

Jazz was growing hotter by the second, "I'm glad ya like it." He flexed his servo, "Care to touch?" He presented his hand.

Samantha, feeling overly curious, slowly touched Jazz's hand. His servo felt nothing like she expected. "Huh… it feels like metal only. I can't even explain it. It feels alive." She looked at Jazz, who was smiling like the sun. His visor blocked his optics. "S~shut up, you know what I mean!"

Jazz leaned close, his face a few inches from hers, "Nah, I don't. Why don't ya explain it, Samantha?" Her scent was making his processor go into overdrive. Jazz found himself pulled back by another metallic hand, and Sideswipe was gritting his denture. His holoform was slightly taller than Jazz, and like the other Autobot, his holoform was an exact copy of his robotic self.

"Keep your servos off the femme." Sideswipe was shaking uncontrollably. The only mech who should even be touching her Sunstreaker and him. 'She's going to be my sparkmate!' Seeing another mech attempt to touch her made his energon boil.

Jazz clenched his fists, "Unlike you, this sweet little femme likes when I touch her." Samantha blushed at his comment and how perverted it sounded.

Samantha wasn't if she should try and stop them. "Hey, there is no need to fight," She attempted to push them away from each other; however, it ended with her pressed between two metallic chest plates. Jazz and Sideswipe her holding her and both snarling at each other like savages.

"Like she'd want to waste her time with a pip~squeak like you." Sideswipe's fingers tightened around her waist.

Jazz's hands were wrapped around her stomach, "Pff~big words from you. How many femmes have walked out on ya after interfacing?" It was no secret that Sideswipe and Sunstreaker couldn't keep a femme longer than a solar cycle.

Sideswipe's optics started to turn red, he started speaking cybertronian, "This femme's mine! Get your fragging servos off my sparkmate!"

Jazz felt a circuit explode in his processor, "Like frag she is!" He, too, was no longer speaking in English. "If anyone is gonna be her sparkmate, it's me!"

Meanwhile, Samantha was blushing as she was crushed between the two mechs. Their hands were holding her sides and stomach. 'What the hell are they yelling about?' Shifting a bit, she attempted to push her way out from between the two growling mechs. She was too focused on escaping that she hadn't realized where her hand was resting as she attempted to push Jazz back.

Jazz's vocal processor locked up when the femme's hand pressed against his interface plate. 'Frag yes!' His spike was throbbing behind the plate. His processor drifted into a perverted fantasy. He imagined taking this innocent little femme and interfacing with her right on the hood of his own alt-form.

Sideswipe had similar fantasies flooding his mind, but Jazz was ruining them. "Let go of my femme." He growled out. At the other end of the other junkyard, Sunstreaker was shaking. His brother's rage was seeping into their bond, and so were those lustful fantasies of their little Samantha.

The two bots fighting over Samantha jumped when they heard Optimus's voice, "Jazz, Sideswipe, what is the meaning of this?" Samantha, now free from their grasp, leaned over to see Optimus using his own holoform. Even with his holoform, he towered over everyone.

'O~oh god.' A new blush was creeping onto her cheeks. "Good morning, Optimus." She barely lifted her hand to wave at the Autobot leader. Optimus took two massive steps and grabbed Samantha by the arm, making sure he didn't harm her. He pulled Samantha to his side, his robotic arm wrapped around her waist.

Optimus glared at Jazz and Sideswipe. He was surprised when his own men started to growl at him. "Jazz, Sideswipe, you would do well to remember your places." Otherwise, he'd have Prowl escort them back to the Ark. When Optimus saw Samantha pressed between the two of them… it made his energon burn up. His arm tightened around the femme.

Samantha looked between the three Autobots. The throbbing between her legs was getting worse, "Okay… while I appreciate the gesture, Optimus. Um~Mhm~D~Do you mind letting go of my breast." Optimus's hand held her breast. Truthfully, she wanted to feel all of their hands roaming her body. Samantha shook her head, 'Not right now! Don't think like that right now!' She looked up towards Optimus and shivered. 'For Merlin's sake, why does he have to be so handsome?' Perhaps Mikaela was right about her.

Optimus still had a stern expression, but he glanced at Samantha and realized where his servo was. He promptly released her, "Forgive me, Samantha." Her scent burned his smell receptors. Letting go of the tiny femme was difficult for him. His holoform was vastly taller than her, and seeing such a tiny femme before him… his digits were aching to hold her again. Optimus had restrained himself from using his holoform until now only because he was worried about how he'd react. Samantha was the perfect size femme for him in this form. 'I… must… compose myself.' The fact that she was a human did not bother him in the slightest. Dare he admit it, he found her complexion breathtaking. 'She truly is a beautiful femme.' She peaked his interest with her ability to perform magic. Optimus's spark gave a few heavy beats.

Samantha looked between the bots, "I'm gonna go back to cleaning you two, only because you smell horrible, so I'll leave you to… whatever this is about." She went over to Sideswipe and started cleaning his door. Meanwhile, Sideswipe's holoform clenched his denture as his optics rolled back.

'Right there. F~frag I think I'm gonna overload.' This femme was going to be his. He didn't care what it took. He knew Sunstreaker would come around eventually. He can sense how much his brother enjoys her scent.

(Ten Minutes Later)

After drying Jazz and Sideswipe, the two mechs quickly gave their thanks before driving off. Their voices sounded broken. "That was weird." Samantha was silently telling herself this was normal behavior for their kind, right? A towering figure stood behind her.

"Are you alright, Samantha?" Optimus's voice was deeper than usual. Seeing her with Jazz and Sideswipe was difficult. He longed with all his spark to be in their position.

Samantha jumped, "I'm fine! I'm just confused by what happened earlier. Is… is that normal for your species to hug people?" Optimus didn't respond. "Whatever," She shook her head, "Now that I'm finished, I… hmmm," she looked over towards Optimus's actual self. He was parked near the storm drain. "F~feel free to say no, but would you like to be washed?" Her cheeks were on fire.

Optimus's optics widened, "That will not be necessary. You have been gracious enough to us as it stands." He knew he was throwing this moment away.

Samantha leaned over to study Optimus's body, "Not necessary? No offense, Optimus, but you're covered in grime." She held her wand with both hands, "How about I just do this once for you? I mean, unlike the rest of them, you can't go to a carwash, you're too big. And Ratchet did explain to me yesterday the importance of keeping your servos clean." She grabbed the holoform's wrist and led Optimus towards himself, "Just try not to move too much. This might take me a bit."

Optimus was seconds from stopping her, but his body went into stasis lock as warm water shot out from her wand. Nothing could have prepared Optimus for the mind-numbing feeling of having his alt-form cleaned by a human. He deactivated his holoform and allowed himself to indulge in this feeling. 'By the Allspark.'

Samantha scrubbed Optimus's door, having to use the step to reach it, 'This is going to take a while.' She shivered and thought about where exactly she was scrubbing on his body. Getting to the hood, a powerful scent hit her nose, 'T~there it is again! What is that?' Her throat locked up, and the walls of her cunt contracted. Scrubbing his grill, she thought about how it felt when he held her, 'That shouldn't feel right, but it did.' Her heart gave a powerful pulse that burned with lust. When she spoke with Ratchet, he explained the similarities between humans and cybertronians, and it so happens they have cocks… though they call them spikes. 'Why would Ratchet tell me that!?'

Optimus groaned as his optics rolled into the back of his helm, 'I… I've never felt like this. Primus, give me strength.' His spike was fully pressurized and leaking purple protofluid. He was thankful Samantha was not a cybertronian. He doubted he'd be able to resist her if she were.

Washing off the soap, she waved her hand. The water seemingly vanished from existence, and Optimus's alt-form was in pristine condition. Transforming, the Autobot leader looked himself over. Every inch of his body was clean, even between his servos. He looked down at Samantha and smiled, "Thank you, Samantha. I will not forget this act of kindness." It may seem minor to her, but to him, he couldn't begin to express his gratitude. His joints didn't feel rusted anymore. Optimus kneeled down. His spark was demanding he pick her up and throw her into his spark chamber, "You truly are a kind spark."

Samantha waved her wand in a circular motion above her head. The tip of her wand had a golden glow, and her clothes became dry while her hair straightened out, "You don't need to thank me. If I were you, I wouldn't want to be covered in dirt and grime. Well… I'd better go check on the potion. It needs to be stirred daily, or else it will explode." She was about to turn and walk away, but Optimus's hand lifted her up onto his shoulder.

Optimus turned his head and looked at Samantha, who was stabilizing herself on his shoulder, "Allow me to walk you." It would only be a few steps for him. Stopping in front of the cauldron, he let her down but had yet to stand. He watched in fascination as she waved her wand over the potion and spoke strange words.

Finishing the incantation, Samantha looked up at Optimus, "Just a few weeks, and then I can get you the glasses. Again I'm so sorry about… this." She motioned to the cauldron, "Magic is so complex, and if I could get it to you quicker, I would."

Optimus smiled at Samantha, "While I do not fully understand magic. I am nevertheless grateful for your willingness to assist my men and me." The sense of urgency he once felt was starting to dwindle away. The longer it took for them to get the glasses… the more time they would be able to be around this enchanting witch.

Samantha's cheeks slowly turned pink, "There is still so much about magic you don't know."

Optimus placed his hand onto the ground, "If you have time, I would be more than willing to listen." Samantha was usually a reserved person. But speaking with the Autobots felt... natural.

(Two Hours Later)

Optimus had his arms resting on his sides as he listened to Samantha talk, "These dementors you speak of, how can such a creature take a mech's spark?" Next to Optimus, Prowl was listening silently. He had his own set of questions for Samantha.

Samantha held onto Optimus's smokestack, "Dementors are of the foulest creatures to roam the Earth. Their presence feeds on happiness and, given enough time, can drive people into madness. Though that is not really the worst part. A dementor can consume a person's soul. So… instead of dying and moving onto the afterlife, your soul will be devoured by the dementor." Optimus and Prowl had shocked expressions. "Nobody knows what happens when a dementor consumes your soul. Some believe your soul fades into nothingness; others believe it is trapped inside of the dementor for eternity."

Prowl shook his helm, "Forgive my interruption, but you surely mean this as a joke." All sparks were returned to Primus. To think of not returning to Primus was a horrific fate. A fate they had never considered possible.

Samantha looked at Prowl, "No. Not at all. The dementor's kiss is considered a fate worse than death. I'm terrified of ever running into a dementor."

"Can these dementors, you speak of, consume our sparks?" Optimus asked.

"Probably? Look, you don't have to worry about running into them. Besides, you wouldn't even be able to see them." Optimus and Prowl clearly looked confused, "As a witch… I can see things normal people can't. A dementor is invisible to non-magic beings. As are ghosts and other magical creatures. Not all, but a few."

Prowl crossed his arms, "Are you certain we Autobots would be unable to see such creatures?" He was very skeptical of everything she was saying. But he was initially unsure about magic, so he wasn't certain what to think.

"You've seen everything I can do." She presented her wand, "It probably sounds like I am just making up some big fat lie, but I promise you I'm not. Earth is filled with nightmares that are unsympathetic."

Optimus hummed softly, "Fascinating." That itch in the back of his processor was growing by the second. His curiosity about Earth was reaching untold levels, "And, what is a ghost?"

Samantha bit her lip. Ratchet and Optimus explained the concept of their afterlife, and she knew that the matters of the soul were sensitive to them. "A ghost is a witch or wizard who has died, but their soul lingers on Earth. They don't have a body, and you can see through them."

"They do not become one with Primus?" Optimus was very unsettled with all this information.

"You mean heaven? Uh… no. Ghosts hold onto powerful emotions that allow them to stay on Earth. Though some wizards willingly choose not to move on after death."

Optimus was blindly in denial, "I find this difficult to believe. Who would willingly choose to be without Primus?"

Samantha sighed, "Look, I'm not going to go into a whole religious debate with you. All I can say is… humans… not all souls go to heaven. We're not cybertronians, so we have our own form of judgment. Okay." She then went silent. 'I am not going into this with them.' She highly doubted they would understand the concept of limbo, but in the wizarding world, it was well known. At least to ghosts. Wanting to change the subject, Samantha looked at Prowl, "So, Prowl, I've been reading up on legilimency. If you want, I could try and take a crack at fixing your processor."

Optimus and Prowl immediately looked at her. The white mech went rigid, "Are you certain?" Prowl didn't know if his processor could ever be fixed. But what did he have to lose?

"There is only one way to find out. We should probably find Ratchet. Just in case something goes wrong."

After finding Ratchet and getting Prowl to sit down somewhere comfortable, Samantha was standing in front of the massive mech. "Okay, so I'm going to give you a little bit of a warning. This is going to hurt, and I'm going to need you to not resist."

Ratchet looked at Samantha, "What do you mean?" Optimus was also present. He wanted to see exactly what the witch was about to do.

"Legimiency is a powerful branch of magic that involves the mind. Misused, it could damage his mind even worse than what it is now." She raised her hand when they looked unsettled, "That is the worst case. Now, Prowl," She looked up at mech, who towered over her. He seemed a little nervous, "I can't stress this enough. Don't fight this. Using magic to weave through the mind in its entirety is dangerous. If you fight me, I might hurt you."

Prowl nodded, "What exactly will you be doing to my processor?"

"In simple terms, trying to find out why your mind is glitching."

Ratchet spoke up, "This spell you're performing. Are you analyzing his processor?"

Samantha shook her head, "Okay… this is a common misconception about legilimency. I'm not reading his mind. The mind is… uh… it's more than some book that can be opened and read. Now hush, I'm about to start." She lifted her wand and aimed at Prowl's head, "This will hurt… Legilimens."

Prowl shouted in pain as he closed his optics, "Agh!" It felt like something was burning its way into his processor. Ratchet and Optimus could do nothing as they watched Prowl shake from the pain. His wings were twitching.

Samantha's eyes were closed, "Prowl, stop struggling." She could see his mind in its entirety. Every thought, emotion, fear… everything that made Prowl who he was had been laid out before her own mind. Turning her wand, she probed further into his mind. 'What is that?' A large section of his mind felt… shattered. Clearing her own mind, she channeled her magic into this ruined area. 'Shhhh, Prowl.' She spoke to the mech telepathically.

Prowl could hear Samantha in his mind. 'Primus, it hurts. I~I do not believe I will be able~'

Samantha used a calming voice to speak with the mech, 'It's alright. I know it hurts. Just remain calm.' She poured more of her magic into his mind and felt the fragments of his processor stitch back together. 'Think of Praxus. I can feel how much it means to you.' She forced him to witness his fondest memories in the city-state. Outside his mind, he was smiling with content. He felt as if he were back in Praxus. No war… only him and his holopads. Samantha fixed what felt like the last fragment of his mind and immediately started to pull out. However, it felt like a force within Prowl's own processor was attempting to hold onto her. 'Prowl, you need to let me go.'

Prowl shivered, 'Feels… it feels so good.' The pain had long since disappeared from his mind, and now the femme brought him nothing but pleasure. 'Forgive me.'

Samantha and Prowl opened their eyes and were left unsettled by what they experienced. Samantha held her stomach, "That was a little nauseating."

Ratchet was dying from anticipation, "Well!? Is his processor fixed?"

Everyone looked at Prowl, "I feel the same. Though my processor is burning." If he had any doubts about magic, it was gone now. This human had genuinely gone into his processor.

Samantha sat down, holding her stomach, "We're gonna have to wait and see." Blood started to leak from her nose, "Oh… that was exhausting." The three Autobots had jumped up when they noticed the femme was bleeding. Ratchet was already running scans on her, "I'm fine. I just need a minute. It's my own fault, though. I used a bit too much of my magic on his mind, but I just wanted to make sure it was fixed."

Ratchet graciously lifted her up and transformed. She was sitting in a bed inside of his alt-form, "Young lady, you would do well to rest." Optimus and Prowl wanted to check on the femme. Though Prowl was acting a bit desperate. He felt a powerful surge in his spark to protect this femme. Ratchet growled at the two mechs above him, "I will monitor her vitals. Now leave. She doesn't need to be bothered right now." And if the twins so much as bother him while Samantha is recovering, he'll make them suffer.

(A Few Hours Later)

Prowl was shaking ever so slightly as the sun set. He hadn't crashed. It has been a few hours since Samantha went into his processor and hasn't crashed once. Prowl slowly reached up and held his head, 'Has she done it?' Joy had been leaking into his spark for the past few hours, and the longer he went without crashing, the happier he became.

Optimus approached Prowl and touched the mech's shoulder, "How are you faring, Prowl?"

The white mech looked up, "My systems are running at maximum capacity… and I have yet to reboot from my glitch."

Optimus could tell Prowl was both scared and happy. Usually an emotionless mech, Prowl was hard to read at times. But Optimus has known him long enough to see his emotions, "Old Friend, I believe your glitch will no longer be a burden to your processor."

Prowl held a blank expression, but inside he felt happiness. Pure untainted happiness. "How is ?" He'd wanted to see the femme ever since their little session together.

Optimus smiled, "Our human companion is doing well. Ratchet believes she will be recovered fully within the hour." Optimus held the same concern as Prowl. Seeing the femme in such a weakened state made his spark burn with fear. While grateful for what she did for Prowl, he was worried about her well-being.

The Praxian stood silent. He hadn't properly thanked her, and it was driving his processor insane. This human probably had little comprehension of the burden she's lifted off of him. Prowl's door wings were shaking, and his spark burned. Seeing the femme who fixed his processor injured brought a plethora of fear into him. "If you will excuse me, Optimus. I believe I owe my gratitude." The white mech turned and started his hunt for Samantha.

Prowl found her sitting on Ratchet's shoulder. The two were having a pleasant conversation. Prowl's door wings trembled as he frowned at the pair… he didn't fancy seeing Ratchet socializing with his femme.

Ratchet had his arms crossed, and his head held high, "I find this very doubtful."

"I'm telling you it exists!" Samantha laughed at how abstinent Ratchet was, "The philosopher's stone exists. It was created by Nicolas Flamel. He's the only wizard in existence who has even been able to create it."

Ratchet briefly glanced at Samantha, who was sitting on his shoulder, "B~but… that is impossible! Matter cannot be created from nothingness. Much less changing metal into pure gold." Even amongst cybertronians, gold had its usefulness.

Samantha shrugged and leaned against Ratchet's head, "You can deny it all you want, but it's the truth." Despite their little disagreement, Samantha was savoring her time with Ratchet. 'What is Sideswipe talking about? Ratchet isn't that bad. He's a little rough around the edges, but he's not a jerk.' She thought it was sweet that he watched over her. Samantha reached out and rubbed a wire between Ratchet's shoulder and head. The medic locked up and struggled to stand because of how delightful it felt. "You know… you're actually pretty sweet once you get past all your threats of hitting people with your wrench."

Ratchet's faceplate started to heat up, "Well~ghm~I do not know what you mean."

Ratchet and Samantha's moment came to an end when Prowl approached them. He looked… irritated? Prowl was never one to show anything besides maybe a small smile or a frown. " , I trust you are well?"

Samantha looked at Prowl, "I am, yes. Ratchet was hounding me for allowing myself to become injured like that." She cast a glance at the medic who was frowning, "But I knew I was in good hands." Ratchet's spark jolted from those words.

Prowl presented his hand, "If you do not mind. I would very much like to speak with you." His wings were quivering. They longed to feel this femme's tender touch.

Samantha looked at Ratchet before stepping into Prowl's hand. The white mech quickly stalked off to an uninhabited part of the junkyard. Samantha was sitting in Prowl's hand as he held her close to his face, "How is your… what do you call it? Processor? I'm not up to date on what you guys have for your body parts."

Prowl slowly smiled, "My processor is fairing well because of you. I have not crashed since you fixed it." His wings continued to shake, "I am forever grateful for what you have done for me."

Samantha blushed, "Y~You don't need to thank me." She was trying not to look at him. In her eyes, he was handsome, "I just hope I was able to fix everything. Your mind was… very clean." She could tell that comment made him happy.

"I do not have anything to give you but my eternal thanks." His voice dropped a bit, "If you ever need my assistance, please, let me know."

Samantha leaned back, her hair blowing softly in the wind, "There is something I'd like to ask, but~uh~I'm kind of embarrassed."

"I will oblige any request. What is it?"

She pointed just past his head, "Can I touch your doorwings?" Her face was burning up, "They just look really cool." Samantha felt Prowl go rigid, and he froze entirely, "Prowl?" She waved her hand in front of his face, "You're not crashing, are you?"

Prowl shakenly brought his hand over his shoulder, allowing the femme access to his wings. His spark was pounding in its chamber. "A~as you wish." Prowl was never one to stutter. The mech's optics rolled into the back of his head as Samantha touched his wing. It took every ounce of self-control to keep himself from moaning. She ran her hand across the entire wing, causing his legs to nearly collapse.

Samantha hardly noticed what she was doing to Prowl, "Wow… it feels like a door but different." The metal beneath her hand almost felt alive. It was warm and made her skin tingle. She leaned close and noticed a slight smudge, 'Jeez, these things get dirty, don't they.' She brought her sleeve up and started wiping the smudge. Samantha was forced to stop, however, when Prowl collapsed to the ground. He was on his knees and holding her up with one hand. His other was digging into the dirt. "P~Prowl, are you okay?" What was wrong with him? She was held high enough in his hand, so she could barely see his face. 'Is he panting?'

Prowl's optics had turned white as he was panted heavily. He was trying to keep himself in control, but the pleasure was too immense. A purplish liquid was leaking past his interface plate. "I… am… fine." He struggled to speak properly.

Samantha didn't understand what happened, "Are you sure?" She noticed a bright purple, almost pink, liquid was dripping between his legs. "Prowl, are you bleeding!? Should I call Ratchet?"

Immediately, Prowl shook his head, "No! That will not be necessary. I… my tanks are just pressurizing." He prayed to Primus that she didn't know what was actually happening to him. For the first time in eons, Prowl overloaded like a mech in heat. Perhaps he was in heat and didn't even know it. Prowl quickly regained his composure and acted as if nothing had happened, "I apologize for my behavior. I must go recalibrate my tanks." He needed to escape this femme before he begs her with all his spark to be his sparkmate. If she were a cybertronian… he would have done so. He would have grabbed the femme and offered his spark.

Samantha watched Prowl hurry off into the unknown, "Does he have more underlying health problems?" She glanced at the ground and saw the purplish liquid that had been leaking from him, "It almost looked like he… Ugh! No! I need to get my mind out of the gutter." She refused to believe a mech like Prowl, always acting professional, had just gotten off in front of her. 'I touched his wings. I highly doubt that would make him… do that. Damit, Mom.' She blamed her mother and all this boy talk.

Heading back towards the main section of the junkyard, Samantha didn't notice the black mech who was peaking through a few stands. Ironhide growled at what he'd just witnessed. "That femme is mine." His arm involuntarily transformed into a cannon. "If I see that Praxian frag-head near her, I'll rip those fragging wings off."

Of all the mechs here, she had barely spent any time with him. Ironhide was about to change that.

(Nemesis)

Shockwave was in his lab aboard the Nemesis. It was sitting in a low orbit above Earth, and its cloaking technology was incomparably beyond the human's capacity to scan it. "Our Lord will be pleased to know I have kept the Nemesis at top functionality." It was the only ship that remained working in the Decepticon fleet. Megatron himself saw to its construction.

Shockwave used a small pincer and lowered the human's hair into a petri dish. In the center was a small concentration of his own CNA. It was yellow and moved unnaturally in its purest form, wanting to find some source of metal. The moment the human's hair follicle came into contact with his CNA, it started to consume the organic material. "Hmmm… interesting."

A sizeable holographic screen was in front of him, analyzing the data. There was something different about Samantha's DNA than other humans he has experimented on. "Most peculiar indeed." The visual depiction of her genes showed… something. And that is the best way he could describe it. There was an added chromosome that shouldn't exist in humans, but it did for her. Shockwave typed onto the terminal and started examining the human's hair as it reacted with his own CNA. The Decepticon leaned closer as the impossible happened, his own CNA began to merge with her DNA. While nothing would happen on a microscopic scale, Shockwave was curious at what possibilities this could lead to.

The massive door to his lab slid open, and Soundwave walked in. "Report." Came his robotic voice.

Shockwave waved his hand, "I am occupied. Unless you have a larger sample of that femme's DNA, then leave." He had no time to chat. The power to his lab immediately shut down and rebooted. Shockwave turned around and stared at Soundwave. "I see you've taken no time to access the ship's mainframe." The massive Decepticon chuckled at Soundwaves sleuthing. "This human's DNA contains an extra pair of genes. Theoretically, this should not exist within humans. But I do not expect you to comprehend what I am stating." Soundwave growled at him, "What I've found most compelling is her DNA merges with our CNA. Truly an extraordinary discovery... quite unusual." For biologic and nonbiologic material to merge together was always thought to be impossible. At least, not without some form of equipment.

Shockwave's single golden eye deactivated for a few nano-seconds as he attempted to regain his composure. Ever since his encounter with the femme, he hasn't felt like himself. 'What has this human done to me?' He… he didn't like it. His spike was pulsing behind his interface plate. He has wiped his drive four times, but it won't stop. The femme's scent was burned into his spark. Shockwave went back towards the screen, "My analysis is only 21.248% completed, and I will need a larger sample from her." He slowly looked back, "A theory but… if her DNA can merge with our CNA, it could be possible for her to be a hostess for sparklings." As disgusting as he found humans, the woman's ability to have a womb was a unique element in human biology.

Soundwave went rigid. "Well of Allspark/ Destroyed: New sparks/ impossible."

Shockwave looked back, slightly irritated. "I am aware. The sparklings would be born of our own CNA, and a new spark would form." Cybertronians could have their own sparklings, similar to humans, but it was very rare. Only a few femmes in Cybertronian history have even been given birth to a sparkling. One was Solus Prime. As Shockwave continued his experiments, he felt heated. The discussion of creating their own sparklings was making him experience strange feelings, and he didn't know what to make of it. A dormant part of his mind was curious what it would be like to have his own sparkling… something of his own creation. They wouldn't have to worry about some human-cybertronian hybrid. If his analysis was correct, the femme's womb would simply act as an incubator for the sparkling.

Soundwave said nothing and promptly left Shockwave's lab. Opening his chest plate, he looked at the two sparklings that were currently recharging. "Femme… Soundwave's. Sparklings… mine." Behind his white mask, he smiled softly. The possibility of having a sparkling created from his own CNA was spark-numbing.

Soundwave's moment of peace was interrupted when a familiar seeker came from down the hall, "Soundwave! What are you doing here?" Starscream was under the belief that Soundwave parish a few eons ago since nobody had heard from him. Of all the Decepticons that stood in his way, Starscream loathed Soundwave the most. He stood in the way of his plans to seize control of the Decepticons.

Soundwave silently glared at the irritating seeker. He did not like Starscream, "Continuing search for Lord Megatron. Location: Unknown." He was not about to tell this annoying seeker about the All Spark or Samantha.

Starscream pointed at Soundwave and growled, "Do not forget your place, Soundwave. Our glorious Lord Megatron is with Primus, and you will cease this unreasonable search." The only reason he was here was because of Shockwave. The Decepticon scientist ripped his wing off when he attempted to stop him from taking the Nemesis.

"Megatron resides on planet." Soundwave said with little emotion, "Starscream will never be Megatron." He pushed past the shaking seeker.

"You dare speak to the Leader of the Decepticons like that?!" Starscream was trembling with rage.

Soundwave barely looked back, "Starscream will never be our leader." He swore his allegiance to Megatron, not Starscream. Soundwave felt his processor burning with irritation. He will never understand why Megatron made Starscream his second-in-command.

Starscream continued to shout at Soundwave from across the hall. As he left, a black mech stepped out from the shadows. Barricade had been silently listening into Soundwave and Shockwave's conversation, 'You're fragging me. That femme can make sparklings!?' He always wanted a sparkling. What cybertronian in their right mind wouldn't? Humans didn't think twice about having children. It was how they reproduced. But for a cybertronian, it was considered a gift from Primus to be able to create life. Barricade didn't know much about Solus Prime, but apparently, she had mechs far and wide begging her to be their sparkmate.

Barricade crossed his servos and thought about the former Prime, 'That femme had 30 fragging sparkmates.' It was no secret that their species could have more than one sparkmate, but that didn't mean sharing their mate was easy. Barricade walked off towards his temporary chambers. 'That one-eyed freak never said if the sparkling would be some gross cybertronian-hybrid.'

(Hoover Dam)

"So, did you hear," One of the workers was tightening the cooling pipe on NBE-1, "The boss man is looking for a… whatever his name is, decedent."

The other worker looked over at his partner, "Oh ya? Think then know anything 'bout this?" He pointed to NBE-1.

"Nah," The man tightened the tube, "The whole family is a bunch of nobodies now." The two men started laughing at the irony.

"Bet that must suck. Grandfather makes the biggest discovery in the world, and they don't even know about it." To the side, there was a deep rumble. "Whoa! You feel that?" He stabilized himself on the railing.

"Ya, what was that?" The two workers looked at NBE-1. They didn't notice, but his head turned ever so slightly.

Were Megatron not frozen, he is confident his energon would be boiling. 'These humans are very irritating.' He isn't entirely sure why… but a part of him was annoyed these other humans tried to wash away a discovery that wasn't theirs. Perhaps it was his morals as a gladiator of Kaon. To take credit for another mech or femme's work was a shameful crime. It would be like him faking his victories in the pits and prancing around with a title that was not his. Whoever this Archibald man was, he and his family were the only ones who should be given any amount of recognition for his discovery… not that he cared.

"Hey, do you have the computer ready?" The worker forced open a panel on the side of NBE-1's head. Their boss wanted them to see if there was anything inside of this giant's head.

The other man presented a very thick cable with an end that looked nothing like a standard USB, "Here. Let's see if there is anything in this giant toaster." It took a few years, but Sector 7 had created a cable that could connect to the port in NBE-1's head.

Megatron growled when he felt the humans connect this mediocre technology to his processor. However, he could also use this to his advantage. 'Once I am freed. I will make sure these ungrateful humans have a painful death.' Especially the one who called him a toaster.

The worker holding the computer spent the next few minutes trying to establish a connection with NBE-1's head, "Piece of crap computer!" He hit it as it froze up, "Total bust." He closed the computer and put it on the scaffolding next to Megatron's head. However, he forgot to disconnect it from NBE-1, "I'm heading home. You gonna stay?" As the two humans walked away, Megatron chuckled internally.

'These humans are very ignorant.' Scanning the computer, he attempted to find the controls for his cooling systems. Megatron grew irritated to discover that the system could only be deactivated… manually. 'They truly have thought of everything to keep me contained.' With his mind now connected to the computer, he decided to do some sleuthing. 'Witwicky… hmmm… there you are.' He mentally gave a dark laugh. The laptop was connected to the internet, and an image appeared of two human femmes. Megatron stopped his short laughter when he saw the young femme in the back of the photo. Were he not frozen, he would've licked his lips. He liked the way this younger femme looked. Her fleshiness didn't bother him. That and the structure of her face gave her a perfect feminine beauty. He could easily imagine such a complexion on a cybertronian femme.

Megatron smiled darkly at the thought of this femme being a cybertronian. 'You would make a beautiful cybertronian, little Witwicky.' His spark rumbled, causing his body temperature to rise two degrees. The former gladiator could easily imagine her being a tiny femme. Small enough to fit in his monstrous hands. 'Once I am free… perhaps I will pay this little human a visit.' He was curious if she was as beautiful in person. Megatron chuckled at the idea. She would likely run away screaming if she saw him. Humans were so easy to scare. 'At the very least, I must give these humans some... gratitude.' Had Archibald not found his body when they did, he would've likely expired from the cold. The only humans he would ever thank would be the Witwicky family… and that would be it. The rest of these humans can perish for all he cared.

As Megatron probed the computer, he heard a rather fascinating conversation from a man and woman working on the other half of his head. He could listen to the man speaking to the woman in a hushed voice, "How is your sister?"

The woman gave a little huff, "Why do you care?"

"What?" He shrugged, "I'm just asking."

"You only like her because she's a witch." Both of them were squibs. It came as a shock to both of them to meet someone else at Sector 7 who knew about magic. The man named Simmons was crazy about aliens. Everyone knew that. But he was also insistent that wizards and magic existed. Most of the workers at Sector 7 thought it was his over-exposure to radiation that made him a little crazy.

"Hey, that is… not true. You know what, forget I asked." He grumbled under his breath while walking away, "Bitch."

Megatron did not understand what the fleshlings were talking about, 'What is the name of Kaon is a witch?' His understanding of the English language wasn't great, as he'd only been able to understand it after years of listening. Reasonably, it was time he updated his processor from this… what do the humans call it? The world wide web, 'Such a ridiculous name.' His processor barely had enough power to make a wireless connection, but now that he was directly connected to this laptop. It was time he learned more about these humans.

(Authors Notes)

Hopefully everyone enjoyed this chapter. It seems the Autobots are growing a bit more heated around their little human. Even Optimus finds it difficult to control himself. Even Shockwave is having these... feelings that he can't comprehend. Meanwhile, Megatron is finally able to learn about these humans who are keeping him restrained. I've always felt Megatron was misunderstood. Again, not someone who is above killing, but at the very least has some sense of moral judgement. However, don't take him for a kind and fully understanding mech like Optimus. He will do almost anything to save his planet. Even he can't deny, had Archibald not found his body he would've perished. Next chapter, it looks like Ironhide is going to have his moment alone with Samantha... every other bot has had their chance!

And what is Sector 7 up too?