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(Chapter 11)

Samantha lamented as she looked at her calendar, "Welp… today is the day." An entire month of brewing a ravenous potion to get her grandfather's glasses back. At first, the month felt like it would never end, but it went faster than expected by the end of her second week with the Autobots. If all went according to plan, the Autobots would have the glasses and leave to find this so-called All Spark and leave Earth. There was a tender pain in her chest when she thought about it.

Samantha shook her head and attempted to remain emotionless, "Get it together. You knew this day would come." Despite only knowing the Autobots for a month, in that time, she was practically enamored with wanting to understand their race. But more than that, she appreciated being around them… Even Sunstreaker, despite his constant disdain of her. 'I know he resents me because I'm human, but he was still kinda fun to be around.' Just last week, she learned from Ironhide that Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were pranksters. She sadly found out the hard way when both Sideswipe and Sunstreaker scared her by putting together a makeshift explosive next to the cauldron. She was covered in colored smoke when she stepped on it, and her clothes were stained with different colors.

What astounded Sideswipe and Sunstreaker was the fact that Samantha didn't lash out at them. While she was shocked by their prank, she ended up laughing with them. She loved tricks, but her parents were never fond of it growing up.

(Flashback)

Sideswipe smiled as he looked over Samantha, "Y~You should have seen the look on your face~hahaha!" The giant mech was behaving like a child as he laughed.

Sunstreaker was behind him smirking, trying to hold in his own laughter, "Never thought I'd think a human screaming would be funny." He usually found them to be loud and annoying.

Samantha lifted her wand and waved it over her head. Blue bubbles washed away the paint from her body before imploding. She found herself trying not to laugh, "S~stop laughing! It's not that funny… I mean… kinda. Hehe~Jerks." Her cheeks went red as she laughed with Sideswipe.

Sideswipe stopped laughing and tilted his head, "Uh~Arn't you gonna yell?"

"Why would I yell at you?" She asked as she regained her composure.

Sunstreaker frowned, "We pranked you, idiot. You're supposed to yell at us." They were so used to being in trouble for their pranks, they never expected her to laugh with them.

Samantha raised an eyebrow, "It was a pretty good prank, I can't lie. I thought my heart was going to explode from my chest." She gazed down at the small crater from where the explosive was buried, "I can't remember the last time I was involved with a prank."

Sideswipe's spark was oozing with joy as he smiled, "A femme who doesn't get mad at our pranks?" He looked towards his brother, "Primus, we hit the jackpot with this femme, huh, Sunny?"

Sunstreaker just huffed, "Shut up."

Samantha giggled, "I love pranks," She didn't notice Sunstreaker or Sideswipe freeze as they slowly looked at her, "I used to have a whole bunch of magical pranks and nicknacks when I was a child, but my parents weren't too ecstatic about it. I sort of grew out of pranking people… mainly because I didn't really have anyone to enjoy it with. That and all yelling." Samantha covered her mouth and giggled as she recalled a fond memory, "I once gave my mother a teacup, but it was enchanted. So when you go to sip from it, it'll bite your lips. She was so scared and screaming at the top of her lungs. My father grounded me for three weeks, but it was so worth it."

It was Sunstreaker who spoke first, "You like pranks?" He would never admit it aloud, but he wanted to see this prank she pulled on her mother.

Sideswipe was grinning, "In that case, care to help us with another prank? Maybe you can use some of that magic you're always showing off?" Sunstreaker wanted to tell his brother no… but… how often was it he'd get to see a magical prank?

:The femme can do one prank with us, but never again.: Sunstreaker spoke through their bond.

Sideswipe rolled his optics,: We'll see: He knew this femme wouldn't disappoint them. In the end, Samantha enchanted Ratchet's wrench to disappear every time he reached for it. Eventually, the wrench that Sunstreaker and Sideswipe despised literally grew a pair of stubby legs and ran off… Ratchet was shocked, and not wanting to lose his favorite wrench, had to chase it down. Sideswipe was on the ground laughing when the wrench swung back and hit Ratchet across the helm.

(Present)

"I really hope Ratchet forgives me for that prank. I can't believe he thought Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were corrupting me." He screamed at the twins for getting her involved with their foolish behavior. Ratchet was under the assumption that they were going to taint her with their love of pranks. "I think they'll like this going away gift." On Samantha's desk was a box filled with all her old magical pranking gadgets. However, she had a few other gifts set aside for the rest of the Autobots. 'We will probably never see each other after this.' In which case, she wanted to give them each something they would appreciate.

After setting her gifts aside, Samantha looked out the window when she heard a car horn. "Is that… Sunstreaker?" Her eyes widened when she saw the yellow sports car park in front of her driveway. 'Where is Bumblebee?' Most days, he drove her, but occasionally one of the other bots would offer to pick her up in the morning while Bumblebee went on patrol. "I'd better get down there. God knows Sunstreaker doesn't want to be left waiting." Grabbing the box, she hurried out of the house.

Sunstreaker growled as he rolled down his window, "Primus, can you humans take any longer?"

Samantha shifted uncomfortably and kept a distance from the yellow mech, "Uh~Sunstreaker, what are you doing here?"

"What does it look like? Prime ordered me to collect you since everyone is busy." Sunstreaker sounded as though he wanted to gag. "Well? What are you waiting for, human?"

Samantha studied Sunstreaker's alt-form, "S~sorry I was just admiring your paint job a little. But… um… I can just apparate to the storm drain. I know you don't want any humans inside of you." She knew she wasn't dirty, but she at least wanted to respect Sunstreaker's wishes.

Sunstreaker grumbled as his door opened, "I'll make an exception this once. But only because Prime ordered me too." Samantha was cautious as she got into Sunstreaker. This was her first time riding inside the mech, and words could not describe how nervous she felt. She kept a hold of the box and made sure to not touch anything inside Sunstreaker.

Samantha cautiously laid back against the seat, "I'm sorry you have to give me a ride. I know you don't like humans that much."

The mech started his engine and began driving back towards the Autobots temporary base. Sunstreaker was grumbling, 'F~frag me!' Having this human in his seat felt strange, but in a good way... and he despised it! 'She's a fragging human! Ugh~I can't wait to leave this planet forever.' Sunstreaker didn't sound too excited by the idea as he initially thought. "What's with the box?" He asked as he angled his mirror to look into his alt-form.

She lifted the box, "This? I know today is probably the last day I'll probably ever see any of you, so I wanted to give you all a few parting gifts."

Sunstreaker would have raised a brow if he had one, "That so? What makes you think I'd want anything a human has touched?"

Samantha smiled softly, "I think you'll like it. I wanted it to be a surprise when we got there, but I'm giving you and Sideswipe a bunch of my old magical pranking gadgets and explosives."

Sunstreaker's mouth locked up, and a small part of his spark was bursting with excitement. Despite his disdain for humans, he was actually curious about what was in the box. "You do know we're too big to use that stuff, right?"

"I'm going to use a charm when we get out to make your gifts bigger." She reached into the box and lifted out a strange item, "I got this for you. Not that you really care." Samantha had anticipated Sunstreaker would eventually warm up to her, but it was clear that would never happen.

Sunstreaker tried to sound as though he weren't interested, "What is it?"

She reached into the box to pull out strange objects that he had never seen before, "Sideswipe mentioned you like drawing, so I got you a bunch of art supplies. These~uh… are normally made for giants, so I figured you would like it."

Sunstreaker went silent for a few seconds, "What makes you think I'd want your gross human art supplies?" He would never admit it aloud, not even to his brother, but he was utterly jealous of humans. Despite being a primitive race, he had seen paintings and artwork from this species that he could never hope to create. Particularly these so-called oil paintings. One such artist, Gustave Doré, Sunstreaker, was utterly jealous of this human's artwork.

Samantha peered into the box holding most of Sunstreaker's gift, "Your brother mentioned how you admired oil paintings and a few art styles last week." Shifting through the box, she pulled out a thick book, "I also was going to give you this."

He scanned the inside of his cabin, "What is that?"

"Different artisan techniques for oil painting and drawing. I don't know what you've drawn or created, but I figured you might want to create some artwork one day like humans."

Sunstreaker grumbled, "Human," He was very cautious as he spoke, "Say I did wanna create art like you humans. How long does it take to make paintings like this?" Sunstreaker projected an image of Loch Lomond by the very artist he was jealous of.

Samantha studied the painting, 'Has he been looking at human artwork since he's been here?' She cleared her throat before speaking, "I couldn't really say, I didn't make it. But from my own personal knowledge of artists who make paintings. This could've taken him months or even years."

"For a painting?!" Sunstreaker didn't have the patience to focus on one piece of art for more than a few cycles.

'Is he jealous?' Samantha would admit, she always wished she could create works of art like this. "You know… often the greatest artists spend years on a single painting. Either the paint they are putting on has different layers, or they're too afraid to continue. It also requires a monumental amount of patience."

"I don't have the patience for that," Sunstreaker confessed with a huff.

"And you think they did? If you want to create a work of art, then you can't just expect to perfect it in a day or even a month." Samantha closed her mouth when she heard him growl, "Can I see some of your artwork?"

Sunstreaker unexpectedly found his optics widened, "N~no!" He had never shown his work to anyone besides his brother. Art wasn't a particularly fascinating hobby on Cybertron.

"Why not?" Samantha asked, "I'm not going to judge you."

"I said no." Came his decisive response.

Samantha didn't stop her probing, "Please, can I just see one thing? Who cares if you show me? After today we will probably never see each other again."

Sunstreaker thought it over and cautiously projected a piece of art he created with his holopad, "There. Now keep your fragging mouth shut." Sunstreaker clenched his denture as he waited to hear the femme laugh at his work. His was garbage compared to human artwork.

Samantha studied that picture that Sunstreaker created, "Is that Cybertron?" In the sketch, it showed some city from Cybertron that was booming with industry. This was before the war when their planet looked beautiful. "It's stunning."

Sunstreaker frowned, "You don't have to lie. It looks horrid."

"It doesn't. Really." Samantha was confused by why he was so upset, "It's obviously no oil painting or any sketch that a human could make, but that doesn't mean it looks bad."

Sunstreaker tilted his mirror to look at the human, "You… like it?" If this human was playing with him, he would crush her.

Samantha looked at his steering wheel and frowned, "Yes, I do. If I didn't, I would tell you straight out. I'm not going to lie to someone when they ask for my opinion on something they put their heart into. This actually looks a lot like an etching than a painting. Did you create this by hand?"

The yellow mech was cautious as he spoke, "Ya, I did." Why wasn't she laughing? The last femme he showed his artwork to was Chromia, and she thought his hobby was very… primitive. That was the exact word she said to him. Sunstreaker showed her his work when the two of them were having a fling. After Chromia rejected Ironhide, he regretfully began seeing her so they could interface. Ironhide was furious when he found out he interfaced with the femme he coveted as his sparkmate. At least, that was how the mech used to feel. As for Sunstreaker, he had partly come to regret his shameful act with Chromia. He and Ironhide have had a particularly strained relationship since then.

Samantha examined the picture once again, "Your planet is very beautiful. I wish I could see it." Looking at the steering wheel, she took a deep breath, "Sunstreaker, can I ask you something a little personal?"

Sunstreaker sneered, "What could you possibly want to know?" He never liked being open about himself.

Samantha shifted uncomfortably, "Why exactly do you despite my species so much? Did we do something to you?"

Sunstreaker opened his mouth and was about to explain exactly why he disliked her species… but nothing came out. He found humans to be gross, sweaty, and loud. He partly couldn't tell her because a small part of him would genuinely feel like an aft. She was the first femme to ever compliment his work. "You don't want to know, human." That was his answer.

"No, I do. Why do you resent humans?"

"You mean besides them not minding their own fragging business?" Sunstreaker growled out. "Fine. Your species is utterly disgusting. You're primitive organics with no sense of morals. You smell horrid, and your insides make me want to vomit." There were plenty of other things he wanted to say, but he refrained from opening his mouth.

"Oh," Samantha looked uncomfortable, "I'm sorry you think that about us."

Suntreaker was getting irritated again, "Aren't you gonna cry or something?"

Samantha rolled her eyes, "No. If I'm honest, those are fairly lame excuses to despise my species."

"Lame excuses?" He sneered, "You don't know me. You're just a little human."

Samantha said nothing, 'Don't respond. Just let him vent.' She knew if she said anything to provoke him, it would shatter this already rough foundation between them. The rest of the ride was tranquil, and Sunstreaker was losing his mind. Why wasn't this femme shouting at him!? He'd treated her like dirt caught between his servos, and she wasn't lashing out.

Sunstreaker growled and reached his breaking point, "What the frag is wrong with you!?" He suddenly stopped, causing Samantha to gasp as the seat belt stopped her from falling forward.

"What are you going on about?" She asked while rubbing her neck.

"You! I've treated you like scrap, insulted your species, and you aren't shouting at me!" He was fuming with rage. "Do you enjoy being belittled!?"

Samantha sat up and cleared her throat, "No… I don't enjoy it. But I'm not going to start a senseless argument with you. Yes, you've insulted me, called me names, and even jabbed at me as a person." She glared at the steering wheel, "But here is something you don't know about me. I don't hold grudges on people. Does that mean I'm going to let someone walk over me? No. But I'm not going to seek an argument that doesn't need to happen. If you want to insult me, go ahead. That is your choice. But I'm not giving you the satisfaction of getting a rise out of me."

Sunstreaker huffed as he shifted back into gear and drove. "You're a fragging weird femme, you know that?"

Samantha shrugged, "I've been called worse."

(Later)

Samantha was in front of the cauldron at the junkyard with her wand, writing strange symbols into the air. Jazz was sitting cross-legged as he watched the floating symbols made of fire revolve around the cauldron, "So can we expect those glasses today?"

Samantha looked up at Jazz as he gave her his famous smile, "That's the plan. Otherwise, I have no idea how to get the glasses out of the case."

Jazz laughed, "Aw~c'mon now. Have a little faith in yourself."

Samantha smiled and looked over towards the box she'd brought. "I guess now is as good a time as any." Flicking her hand, the box floated towards her and settled to the ground.

"Whatcha got there?" Jazz asked as he tried to peer into it.

Samantha was slightly flustered, "Since today is probably the last time we'll ever see each other, I thought I'd give you all something."

Jazz's smile slowly faded, "You got me somethin'? Naw~I couldn't." He also didn't like hearing her talk about this being their last encounter. "And who says this is the last time we'll meet?"

Samantha smirked and gave him a knowing expression, "You're sweet, Jazz, but let's be real. After you get the Allspark, you have no reason to stay on Earth. Especially for a human."

Jazz crossed his arms and had a grim expression, "You don't know that." Reaching into the box, Samantha muttered a funny word, and the object grew as she tossed it to him. Jazz caught the newfangled gift and was confused about what he was holding. "What is this?" It was a silver rod.

"Optimus said you occasionally go on dangerous missions that require infiltrating places." Jazz was a master of deception and espionage, "It's a rod I enchanted just for you. A cloud of black smoke will fill the area when you use it, and only you will see. Everyone else will be blinded."

Jazz smirked, "You don't say. Let's give it a try." He looked at the rob before flicking it. A wave of black mist shot from the tip and consumed the entire junkyard in a matter of seconds. The Autobots were shouting as they were consumed by darkness. Jazz saw through the smoke, clear as day, but could see the other bots walking with their guns out. Flicking the rod again, the darkness dissipated. "Haha~I knew I loved this femme!" Jazz kneeled down and winked, "Now this is a gift I'm never letting go of." But he would gladly give it up to keep the femme in front of him.

"What is going on over here!?" Ironhide shouted. If this was another one of the twins' pranks, he was not going to be happy.

Samantha shook her head, "I was just giving Jazz his going away present."

Ironhide and a few of the other Autobots looked confused… going away presents? Samantha reached into the box again and tossed Ironhide his gift. "Hm?!" He caught the enlarged present and stumbled, "What is this?"

"It's your gift." Ironhide looked at the present, not understanding what it was. It was a strange metal ball with a button on the top. Similar to a grenade. "I had a little trouble making my gift for you, but press the button." Ironhide seemed cautious but nevertheless pressed the button. The metal ball made a clicking sound as it opened.

Ironhide watched as symbols appeared on the ground, and they rose up to conceal him in a white bubble. The protective enchantment soon turned invisible, leaving Ironhide confused. "I don't get it."

Samantha pulled her wand out and shot a spell at him, "Reducto!" A blue bolt darted out and hit the shield before it rebounded and hit a wall. "It's a protective shield for you. I figured since you're always shooting at Decepticons, it might be nice to have something to cover you in a tough situation. Just be aware the enchantment doesn't last long and will break under enough force. But I put a lot of magic into it, so it should last quite some time, given your height."

Ironhide looked at the orb again before putting it in his chest plate, "A shield, huh? Those cons aren't gonna know what hit them. I owe you some high grade for this." Ironhide then remembered she wasn't cybertronian… so she couldn't consume any energon. The other Autobots were stunned to hear Ironhide offer anyone his high-grade energon. Not even Chromia could get him to cough it up.

Samantha reached down, "Prowl, Ratchet, I hope you both don't mind, but I got you the same gift. I figured both of you would want something like this, given how busy you are." She already knew Prowl was going to cherish his gift. The two Autobots kneeled down as Samantha handed each of them a glass ball with a golden rim. Samantha muttered the spell and made their gifts grow just enough to see it and keep it on themselves.

Prowl lifted the glass ball up and studied it as grey smoke appeared inside, "Judging by this smoke and my vague knowledge of magic, I assume this is an indicator of some sort?"

Samantha was surprised to hear Prowl's logical answer, "That's pretty close. It's called a remembrall… the smoke will turn red when you've forgotten something."

Prowl's optics widened, "Truly?" He pulled the glass ball close and studied it. To his shock, the smoke turned red, signaling that Prowl had forgotten something. "W~what!? Surely it is broken. I have forgotten nothing."

Samantha was smirking, "Are you sure about that?"

Prowl dimmed his optics and attempted to remember what he'd forgotten. "Yes, of course, I've forgotten to consume my energon for the day." The red smoke soon faded away. Prowl studied the glass ball and smiled, "A remarkable gift." For a mech like him, now he would never forget something. He would cherish this gift for the rest of his days. His doorwings propped up as he smiled. Though he'd rather spend the rest of his days cherishing something of grander importance to him. Peering at Samantha, he felt bitter at the thought of leaving such a remarkable femme behind.

Ratchet was also excited as he looked his remembrall over, "This will come in handy, no doubt. Now I'll remember when I need to give, you idiots, a pounding," He was glaring at Sunstreaker and Sideswipe.

Sideswipe shrugged, "What did we do?" He ignored Ratchet and kneeled down towards the human. "So… did we get anything?" He loved getting gifts. Primus! He was dying to know if she got him something!

Samantha smiled at Sideswipe, "Of course I got you guys something." Deciding to tease him, she cleared her throat, "How could I not give the two most handsome mechs here a gift?" She smiled at the excited expression on Sideswipe's face.

"Aha! See! I told you she thought we were handsome!" Sideswipe proclaimed with a grin. He could feel Sunstreaker growling possessively through their bond… deep down, he wanted this femme. Samantha handed the twins the box full of magical pranks, much to the displeasure of the other Autobots.

Ratchet was groaning, "Primus, No!"

Ironhide growled at the twins, "Don't even think about using that stuff on me."

Optimus stared at the twins and said nothing. He was not particularly glad they had these magical baubles, but it was not his place to take their gift away. "Do not let your sparks be carried away with our human friend's gift."

Sideswipe and a mischievous smile, "No, of course not, Prime."

Meanwhile, Sunstreaker was astonished to see how much Samantha had given him. There were art supplies and books teaching him how to draw. A deep feeling of regret filled the yellow mech as he recalled what he'd said to her in his alt-form, 'I'm such a scrapheap.' This… this was the greatest gift anyone has ever given him. His spark was burning with regret, and he didn't know how to apologize or fix this. The box of supplies even shrunk down when he said a strange word. It almost made him feel like a wizard. But from what Samantha stated, it was a spell she placed on the box, so he could carry his supplies around. Even the tubes of paint were enchanted to never run out, and there were so many colors to choose from.

Sideswipe stopped his excitement when he felt Sunstreaker's inner turmoil, :Hey, I'm sure she'll forgive you. She's a pretty cool human, you know.:

Sunstreaker glared at his brother while shouting through their bond, :You don't think I know that! She's fragging perfect!: His spark ached for the sweetest femme in the universe, and he'd ruined any possible chance of winning her heart. :This wasn't supposed to happen! I wasn't supposed to fall for a human! I'm such a fragging idiot!: He'd never met such a fun, prank-loving, smart-mouthed femme in all his cycles. If he had met her on Cybertron, there was no doubt he would have fought to impress her. Sunstreaker was enamored with magic and still couldn't believe it existed. To top it off, her scent alone made his processor go fuzzy as he attained new levels of euphoria. He didn't know why he despised humans or where this prejudice came from, but now he was filled with regret. Sunsteaker craved to feel this femme as she washed his armor, have her pull pranks with him, and hear her admire his artwork. How could he not want a femme who supported what he loved?

Sideswipe attempted to calm his brother down, but he knew Sunstreaker was kicking himself for how he'd been acting. It was rare, but for once, Sideswipe didn't tease his brother about this. : C'mon, it's not too late for us to win her spark.:

:Maybe not for you.: Sunstreaker sneered back. :I… I said horrible things I can't take back.: He turned and marched away from the group. Opening his airflow valves, Sunstreaker attempted to cool himself, but he was too angry. The yellow mech was trembling as energon leaked from his clenched optics; crying was not exclusive to humans. :Grrr! Stupid! You're right. I'm just like Blurr. For Primus's sake, Blurr is better than me! Why did I have to frag everything up!?: The rage on Sunstreaker's face slowly evolved into despair and misery. :I fell in love with a fragging human.:

Meanwhile, Samantha watched as Sideswipe excused himself. He looked very concerned about something. 'Is everything alright?' She thought as he went after Sunstreaker. There was a nagging feeling in her mind that something was wrong, but she felt it was best to not get involved. "Next for you, Bumblebee. I think you're gonna love this."

Bumblebee kneeled down and had a beaming smile on his faceplate. His wings were going wild, "A gift for me? I thought my vocal processor was my gift." That or the invisibility booster inside of him. He deserved nothing from Samantha. The witch pulled out a can of paint and threw it at Bumblebee.

Bumblebee stumbled back as the paint swirled around him and adhered to his armor. When the yellow paint molded to his armor, he saw how pristine he looked. "A paint job? I guess I did look scratched up."

Samantha shook her head, "It's enchanted paint made from occamy eggshells, unicorn hair, and... a few other things. However, now your paint job will never rust over or fade." Bumblebee pumped his fist and shot it up in the air as he turned his radio on. He was brimming with excitement. He'd never have to worry about rust again!

Jazz chuckled, "Calm down there, Bee. Good thing Sunstreaker ain't here. He'd probably be jealous."

"I don't think so." Samantha said, "It's kinda obvious Sunstreaker takes pride in cleaning his armor. He probably wouldn't want a perfect paint job if that meant he couldn't take credit for doing it himself." She looked towards Bumblebee, "Just be aware you can still get dirty, but at least your paint won't fade."

The Autobots were all using their newfound gifts and clearly brimming with joy. The longing in their sparks was growing worse by the second. However, Samantha had one more gift to give. She looked up at Optimus and motioned for him to follow her. Optimus lowered his hand and lifted Samantha to his shoulder as he led her away from his men. "You are very generous in giving each of us gifts," Optimus said while smiling at her.

"I try. I wanted you all to have something special before you left Earth." She saw Optimus frown as he was clearly bothered by the prospect of leaving. "H~here is your gift." Opening her hands, a large vial appeared from thin air. "Don't ask me how I got it, but… here you go." Optimus caught the square vial as it grew to fit his massive hand. There was a mysterious substance inside with golden flakes. It cost Samantha an unprecedented amount of money, but it was worth every galleon. "It's called liquid luck. It's a very powerful and expensive potion that will actually make you lucky for one hour." To get so much into one large bottle cost her every almost galleon she had, but she wanted to give Optimus something extraordinary.

Optimus lifted the vial and studied the liquid inside, "And what should happen if I consume this?"

Samantha rolled her eyes and smiled, "It will make you lucky, silly. It's actually bottled luck. I can't explain it, but when people drink this potion, almost everything they do will succeed. I wanted to get you something special since you've been so kind to me." She reached out and touched the side of his faceplate. "If you want to shrink the vial and store it, just say, reducio."

Optimus looked at the human on his shoulder, and steam shot out of his smokestacks, "This is a gracious gift you have bestowed upon me. For that, I am eternally grateful." He said as he looked the tiny human over. Optimus brought his hand out, "I desire to show you something." Samantha stepped into his hand and was lowered to his chest.

Samantha heard a strange rattling sound and watched as Optimus's chest plate opened to reveal his spark. It was bright, and in the center, she could see the core of his spark. It looked very similar to a human's soul but bigger. "Why are you showing me this?" She asked.

"You had shown an interest in our sparks. I wish to grant you that privilege of feeling my own spark." He stated and brought her closer.

Samantha was dying with curiosity as she reached out and brushed the outer sphere of Optimus's spark. Blue bolts of electricity ran across her fingers, causing her to tremble. "This feels so warm." Leaning closer, she slowly reached into his spark chamber, and her fingers lightly brushed the floating white orb in the center. Optimus fell to his knee and gasped. "I'm so sorry." She attempted to pull her hand back, but her wrist was trapped inside the pulsing spark.

Optimus was shaking as he spoke, "The fault is mine. I was merely unprepared to feel your magic course through my spark." No words could describe the sensation he felt when Optimus felt Samantha's magic surge into the core of his spark.

Samantha was cautious but reached out again to touch the core of his spark. Brushing her fingers around the edge, she trembled as a warm feeling flooded into her arm. "Incredible." That was all she could say as she admired his spark.

Meanwhile, Optimus had closed his optics as he felt Samantha touch his spark. "You do not need to be timid, my dear. My spark is strong and will not be harmed if you touch it."

Samantha blushed when Optimus called her dear, "A~alright." She leaned closer to Optimus's spark and allowed her head and upper chest to enter the outer sphere. Optimus gasped as he felt her heart enter his spark chamber. He felt it… Samantha's soul resides directing in her heart. It was small but was radiating waves of magic throughout his spark. Samantha used both of her hands to cradle the glowing orb. The light from his spark strangely did not burn her eyes. She smiled and leaned close to the trembling orb, "Hi, Optimus." When she dwelled on it, this was Optimus's purest form. This tennis ball-sized orb of pure light was the Autobot Leader who made her heart flutter.

Optimus had entered stasis lock and was left aching for this femme. His spark desired to have her as a sparkmate, and it was driving him insane. He coveted with all his spark to take her with them, but that was impossible. 'Why must you torment my spark, Primus?' Or was this cruel fate the work of Unicron? Optimus growled as Samantha released his spark, and he was left with lingering loneliness. Pulling Samantha away from his spark, Optimus brought her towards his face, "You have a very tender touch, sweet spark."

Samantha became flustered by Optimus's statement, "Oh~well, thank you. And thanks for allowing me to see your spark. I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way." She'd noticed when he fell to his knee.

Optimus smiled at the femme. The gnawing of his spark was demanded to feel her touch. "I would not have allowed you to touch my spark had I assumed you meant to harm it."

"Aw~you're sweet." She reached out and ran her hand across his massive cheek. The metal that composed his faceplate was warm, and static was rushing through the tips of her fingers. "I don't mean to change the subject, but it's time for me to finish that potion."

Optimus nodded as he led her back to the cauldron. The fiery runes were still revolving around the cauldron as a black sludge boiled over. Samantha stood in front of the cauldron and looked a bit uncertain. She was using extremely dark and vile magic to open this box, but she hadn't had the heart to tell the Autobots. As she stood over the cauldron, she saw the Autobots staring at her, "So, if this works, we'll have to head back to my house. In theory, the box can be opened, but it can only open at the exact place it was sealed. Which happens to be the lab in my closet."

Ratchet looked at the cauldron and felt unsettled by its appearance. The smell was horrific, and the air around them felt as though all joy had been taken from the world. "What do you need to do now?" Potion making made little sense to him.

Samantha held her hand over the cauldron, "Nobody freak out, okay?"

Ironhide frowned as Samantha pulled out a knife, "What are you~Primus! What are you doing!?" He shouted as she cut the palm of her hand open and her blood poured into the vile potion below. Samantha ignored the Autobots as they called for her to stop.

Jazz was horrified to see Samantha cut her hand open, "Whoa! Stop that!"

Ratchet was seconds from grabbing Samantha and pulling her away but stopped as the cauldron itself caught on fire. "By the All Spark. Agh!"

Everyone, including Optimus, covered their audio receptors as they heard an awful sound. The potion boiled rapidly as it turned red and was consumed in large flames. Samantha was wincing as her blood was siphoned from her hand and fed the potion. The cauldron floated upwards and melted away to reveal the glass box. The clouds above them rolled in, and black mist floated towards the case.

Prowl closed his optics as a painful ringing echoed through his processor, "Gah!" The air around him was freezing, and all understanding of hope seemed to vanish from his spark.

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were holding their helms as their processors were overwhelmed by this dark force. They never thought dark magic could feel so horrible on their processors. "Ah~Make it stop!" Sunstreaker shouted as he shook his head. It felt like someone was forcing a blade through his processor.

Optimus held his helm as he heard horrific sounds echoing through his processor. All feelings of hope and happiness had vanished from his spark, leaving him riddled with despair and loneliness. He kept shaking his helm and attempted to fight this magic off, but it was unlike anything he had experienced. Cracking his optic open, Optimus watched the case holding the glasses float freely before slamming to the ground. The case was scorched, and the runes on it faded away.

Samantha winced as she held her hand, "Ow! Damn it." Her body felt weak while her magic was churning inside of her. To her surprise, Ratchet was already leaning down, trying to examine her injury. However, the Autobot medic was also shouting at her.

"Have you lost your processor!? Do you know how dangerous it is for a human to cut themselves open? Especially with a knife?" Ratchet forced Samantha to present her hand as he examined the wound. "Why would you do that!? Do you want to die from an infection or blood loss!?"

Samantha winced as Ratchet's finger transformed and began spraying a green mist onto her hand, "Grrr~A little warning please?" She glared at Ratchet as he yelled at her, "Ratchet, this was the only way to finish the potion. I'm sorry to tell you, but dark magic isn't pretty or fun."

Ratchet was frowning as he looked at Samantha's wound… it wasn't sealing! "Why isn't your wound closed?"

Samantha closed her hand, and bandages floated out of the sleeve of her shirt to conceal the wound, "It's a magical wound. So it can't be sealed with traditional methods." To her befuddlement, Samantha listened to the Autobots as they shouted at her for cutting herself. Even Jazz, who had never raised his voice, was yelling at her for harming herself. Samantha frowned as the Autobots lectured here, "Did you want the glasses or not? I can't change the laws of magic, and this was the only way to open the box. Be glad I didn't have to cut off my entire hand or arm." She was trying not to look weak in front of the Autobots, but her hand was burning beyond belief.

Sideswipe crossed his arms and had a furious expression, "Why didn't you just steal blood from one of those human blood banks?"

"That's not how magic works, Sideswipe." Samantha shook her head, "I can't just use anyone's blood. It has to be willingly sacrificed. Look, it's over with, okay?. I'll live. I just need to tend my hand with magic. I did this so you could get the glasses and find the All Spark." This made Sideswipe close his mouth, but he still looked furious.

"You could have at least warned us you were gonna cut yourself." He said.

"If I did, would any of you have let me do it?" She got her answer by the bitter expressions on each of their faceplates. According to Ratchet, humans experienced high senses of pain and could not turn off their pain receptors.

Bumblebee's doorwings twitched as he became frustrated. He didn't understand how dark magic worked, but already he despised it. He never thought Samantha would be forced to harm herself to help them. "I didn't think dark magic could make me feel like that. I felt like my processor was going to collapse in on itself."

Samantha grabbed the box and looked at Bumblebee, "Please, that was nothing compared to the cruciatus curse. There is worse magic than this." She shook her head, "Uh~I'm sorry. None of you have experienced the dark arts before, so I shouldn't be so rude." The effects of the potion were far worse on her than them. At most, they had mild headaches, but her magic felt violated and felt as if insects were crawling in her mouth.

Ironhide looked at the box in Samantha's arms, "So can we have the glasses now?"

"Almost, I promise… but I need Mikaela."

(Witwicky Household)

Mikaela was with Samantha in her bedroom, "Why did you need me?"

Samantha placed the glass box onto her desk, "The box is imprinted from when you and I were trying to open it. I can't open this without your help."

Mikaela smirked, "Well, let's pop this bitch open." Both women grabbed the glass door and pulled with all of their strength. The door resisted them before they fell back, and the panel broke off its hinges. "Ugh~finally."

Samantha got up and cautiously grabbed the glasses, "Okay, I'd better go get this to Optimus before anything else happens. An entire month just to get this stupid case open." But it was a month she would never forget.

Mikaela looked out the window and frowned, "Hey… Sam? There are a bunch of guys in your yard." The Autobots, who had been waiting impatiently in her backyard, were nowhere to be seen.

Rushing over, Samantha looked out the window, "What? Oh my god!" She had to look away when a man ripped her mother's plants out. "My mother is going to kill them." Looking towards her closet, she waved her wand, and stones promptly concealed her lab. Mikaela watched as Samantha's room rearranged itself and all her magical equipment and enchantments floated into a chest.

"What are you doing?" Mikaela was concerned by the men destroying Samantha's house.

"Hiding my stuff. Quickly, we need to leave." She grabbed Mikaela's hand and rushed downstairs as she heard her Mother shout.

"Oh my god! T~they're tearing up my plants!"

Ron opened the front door when a man rang the doorbell far too many times. The man in a black suit was grinning, "Ronald Wickedy?"

Ron frowned, "It's Witwicky. Who are you?"

"We're the government, Sector Seven." The sharply dressed man said.

"Never heard of it," Ron said with a frown. 'Not these guys.' Ron and his family were aware of Sector Seven and their loathsome habit of interfering with things that did not concern them. Edmund expressed great annoyance in these muggles who thought they could play with fire. They were constantly interfering with their family's plans.

"Your daughter is the great-granddaughter of Archibald Wickedy, is she not?"

"It's Witwicky," Ron repeated as the man mispronounced his family's name.

Agent Simmons stepped forward and looked around, "May I enter the premises, Sir?"

Judy looked out the window, "Oh my god! That was a gift from my daughter!" A man ripped out a priceless baby willow tree, killing it instantly before throwing it into a bag. The plant the man tore out was a priceless gift Samantha gave her. Judy's blood was boiling as she went to the closet and grabbed a bat that was bewitched to never break. They didn't have a gun because they knew Judy wouldn't be afraid to shoot someone. She went hunting with her father as a child, so she knew how to handle a firearm.

Ron frowned as the men forced their way into his house, "What the hell is going on here?"

Simmons looked around the living room as he spoke, "There was a 'stolen car' report a few days ago. We're going to need to confiscate your daughter's car for national security measures."

Judy came marching over, "There are guys in suits all around my house."

Ron cautiously approached the door leading to the backyard, "Can you stay off the grass, please?" He reached down and opened the clock on the table and casually wound it. Enchanted blue mist flowing through the gears as it started to tick.

Simmons looked back as Judy freaked out, "Give me a sample of some isotopes, please."

Judy stormed towards Agent Simmons, "They better get their hands off my willow tree!"

Agent Simmons stopped her, "Drop the bat, Mame. I am carrying a loaded weapon."

"Judy," Ron came over and attempted to calm his wife.

Judy's eye twitched as her blood boiled, "Now you better get those guys out of my garden, or I will beat the crap out of them."

Agent Simmons shined a light in her face, "Experience any flu-like symptoms? Aching joints or fever?"

Samantha came through the hallway with Mikaela and stopped when she saw the federal agents in her living room. "What's going on?"

Ron caught the bat when Simmons threw it to him. "Hey, watch it." Samantha looked at her father for an explanation but froze when she heard something.

'Wait… I hear ticking.' Looking towards the back door, Samantha gasped when she saw the clock on the table ticking down. 'Oh my god, Dad wound it!'

"How are you doing, Sweetheart? Is your name Sam?" Agent Simmons asked as he tried to act friendly. Samantha could see through his false demeanor.

"It's Samantha," She said as everyone stared at her.

"Well, I need you to come with us. The other girl too. Mikaela, right?" Simmons asked with his fake smile.

Judy and Ron immediately stepped in front of their daughter and Mikaela. "Whoa~whoa! Way out of line." Ron said sharply. Mikaela wasn't even his daughter, but he wouldn't stand for them taking her.

"Sir, I am asking politely." Agent Simmons said passive-aggressively.

Judy stood in front of Samantha, and a vein was popping from her neck, "Listen here, Buddy. You aren't going to lay a goddamn hand on my daughter or Mikaela. So help me, I will chop your balls off and feed them to my dog!"

Samantha leaned over, "She'll do it too." She then leaned to her father and whispered through her teeth, "Dad… the clock."

Ron nodded, "I know. We need to leave." He whispered back. He turned back to the agents, "You're not taking my daughter."

Agent Simmons scoffed, "Are you gonna try to get rough with us?"

"Maybe I will. There is something fishy going on here." Ron said.

Simmons laughed, "Hehe~Something a little fishy about you, your daughter, your little taco bell dog. And this whole operation you've got going on here."

Ron sneered at Simmons and the agents behind him, "What operation?"

"That is what we're trying to find out. Your family has quite a history, it would seem. Or lack thereof after your great-grandfather, sweetheart." He said while looking at Samantha. "You wouldn't happen to have any religious artifacts, voodoo, or otherwise mystical objects lying around, would you. Any occult affiliations we should know about?" One of the agents tried not to laugh at Simmons's deranged notion that this family was affiliated with witchcraft. The Witwickys immediately started denying all of Simmons' claims.

One of the agents came over and spoke with Simmons, "I think direct contact."

Agent Simmons' eyes widened, "Young lady, step forward, please."

Samantha was getting nervous, "Ya?" The clock was still ticking in the hallway. Agent Simmons brought up what she assumed to be a Geiger counter. He waved it over her, and the needle was going crazy. When he lowered it towards her hands, the needle broke from the high concentration. Samantha was panicking, 'I touched Optimus's spark.'

"Bingo!" Simmons shouted, "Bag em' and tag em'!" He ordered, and in seconds, Samantha was in handcuffs. The Witwickys and Mikaela were forced out of their house and put into cars. Samantha was relieved to leave her house. 'Thank god.' However, her current situation wasn't much better.

From a distance, the Autobots watched as the humans took Samantha into custody. Bumblebee's mask was lowered, and he was able to zoom in, "What do they think they're doing?!" His wings were shaking as he saw Samantha forced into a car. All the bots zoomed in and could see a pair of glasses in Samantha's right hand.

"Autobots, roll out," Optimus said as they followed the humans. There was a possessive feeling erupting from Optimus's spark.

Ironhide was growling, "You should let me blast em', Prime." The Autobots followed the humans, leaving the Sector Seven agents to tear up the Witwicky household.

The clock near the back door was ticking, and the minute hand ultimately struck 12. The clock began to ring like a grandfather clock, and the agents around the house froze as time stood still. The dings and dongs of the clock continued to resonate before the minute hand ticked backward. Slowly, time flowed in reverse as the Sector Seven agents put plants back into their pots and their previous actions became undone. They were walking backward and reentered their vehicles before driving in reverse down the road. The house groaned and creaked as it collapsed in on itself. It was slowly consumed by the clock in the center of the house. In no less than a minute, the house was gone, leaving a large crater.

When the Sector Seven agents reapproached what was supposed to be the Witwicky house, they saw a crater with a wooden sign signaling the construction of a neighborhood pool.

(Meanwhile)

Samantha shifted uncomfortably in the seat. Her hand was still burning from when she cut it. Agent Simmons was reaching into a bag, "Ladiesman217, that is your eBay username, right?"

Samantha and Mikaela looked confused, "Uh~no… I don't have an eBay account."

Simmons lifted up a file from the dashboard and looked it over, "God damn analysts."

Samantha shook her head, 'Who the hell is ladiesman!?' This wasn't the first time someone mentioned it to her. The giant Decepticon she first met was shouting at her. 'I think his name was Barricade. That's what Soundwave said.'

"What are the chances that Archibald Wickedy's Great-granddaughter would happen to have 14 rads worth of radiation on her?" Agent Simmons turned back, "There have been strange readings resonating from this town within the last month. You haven't seen anything abnormal… perhaps with your car? No signs of transforming?"

Mikaela glanced at Samantha and turned back to Agent Simmons, "Ya, cars don't do that." Both women started laughing at Simmons and pretended that he was crazy. However, inside they were panicking.

Simmons laughed with them before turning serious, "So what do you kids know about aliens."

"What? Like Martians?" Samantha asked with a grin, "Like E.T?"

Agent Simmons reached into his coat and pulled out a badge, "You see this? This is like a do whatever I want and get away with it badge. I'm gonna lock you up, forever." He said threateningly.

Mikaela sneered at how he was treating Samantha, "God, you know what, don't listen to him. He's just pissy because he's got to get back to guarding the mall." Samantha bit her lips and tried not to laugh.

Simmons looked at her, "You in the training bra. Do not test me. Especially with your Daddies parol coming up." He struck a nerve when he saw the frown on Mikaela's face.

"Hey!" Samantha got Simmons's attention, "Back off. You leave her Dad out of this. And don't think you can't threaten her with her father's parol."

Simmons soon started to make more threats about letting Mikaela's father rot in jail. The young mechanic clearly wanted to strangle this man. Next to her, Samantha was glaring at Simmons. She wasn't going to let this go. The Geiger counter was clicking like crazy on the middle console, "It is time to talk!" Simmons demanded.

Samantha looked ahead and gasped when she saw Optimus's foot hit the front of the car. Hitting the front seat, she winced as everyone started to scream. Samantha gasped as a powerful ringing echoed through her head, and the glasses in her hand squeaked. "Ah!" Looking up, Optimus's fingers could be seen as he grasped the roof of the car and ripped it off. The humans groaned as the vehicle fell to the ground. When they looked up, they saw Optimus glaring at the humans in the front seat. Samantha rubbed the side of her head, she had a witty comment to say, but the ringing in her head wouldn't stop.

Mikaela was smirking, "Someone's in trouble." She said teasingly to the agents in the front seat. "Thanks, Optimus."

Optimus frowned at Agent Simmons, "Taking the femme was a bad move." The humans converged and pathetically aimed their guns at Optimus. "Autobots, relieve them of their weapons."

Samantha looked back and saw Ironhide and the other Autobots jumping down from the bridge, "Freeze!" Ironhide said as he activated his cannons. Steam escaped his nose, signaling his anger. "Give me the word, and I'll vaporize these frag heads." Ironhide was looking at Samantha when he said this.

Jazz did a flip as he landed and transformed his arm into a magnet, "Give me those!" He was sneering at a particular human agent that had his gun aimed at Samantha's head. "Don't even think of touchin' my femme."

Off to the side, Bumblebee walked around and activated his cannon, "Get away from them."

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker seemingly fell from the sky and landed on the two empty vehicles. Strangely, Sunstreaker was more vicious as he'd also seen one of the humans point a gun at Samantha's head. "I don't like human guts and organs staining my paint job, but I think I'll make an exception for you." He was looking directly at the agent who threatened Samantha's life. :She's mine: He didn't care what it took. This femme's spark belonged to him and Sideswipe. The fact that she was human meant nothing to him anymore… he desired this femme.

Agent Simmons waved his hand, "H~Hi there." The man beside him was practically pissing himself as Optimus leaned down.

"You don't seem afraid. Are you not surprised?" Optimus said. These humans would not receive an ounce of pity from the Prime.

"Well. There are S-7 protocols, okay? I'm not authorized to communicate with you. Except to tell you that I can't communicate with you."

Samantha rolled her eyes as she looked up at Sideswipe. "Muggles." She said while motioning her thumb to Simmons. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker snickered at the comment. They've been around Samantha long enough to see how different she was from other humans. Wizards weren't scared cry babies, not like these other humans.

Optimus leaned closer, and his optics turned purple, "Get out of the car."

Simmons pointed at himself, "M~me? You want me to~"

"Now!" Optimus shouted, causing Samantha and Mikaela to jump back. They'd never heard him raise his voice.

Mikaela leaned close to Samantha, "Remind me never to get on his bad side."

Samantha nodded, "I second that." She stood up and got out of the car. 'I guess since the Autobots are here, it doesn't matter.' She looked back and struggled to slide her wand out because of the handcuffs, "Do one of you mind?" Samantha asked one of the twins as they were the closest to her.

Sunstreaker kneeled down and swatted one of the humans away from Samantha, "Don't even think about it." Looking closer, he saw her wand was halfway out of her sleeve. Being extra cautious, Sunstreaker pulled the wand out and allowed her to grab it.

Samantha looked at him and smiled, seemingly unbothered that it was him who helped her, "Thank you." She flicked the wand up from behind her back, "Alohomora."

Simmons watched what Samantha had done and pointed at her, "Ahah! I knew it! She's a witch. I knew it! You all said I was crazy, but I was right!" He stopped talking when Ironhide stomped the ground and started spinning his cannons.

"What? You got a problem with witches, buddy? Touch the femme, and I'll crush you." The Autobots were aware of human history and how muggles slaughtered wizards. They didn't trust these muggle-humans in the slightest.

After getting her handcuffs off, Samantha looked back and saw Mikaela was already out of hers, "How did you do that?"

"I don't need magic to get out of these stupid things," Mikaela said as she threw the cuffs away. "Jeez, are you okay? You're wrists and bruises." She walked over to Samantha and elbowed the agent who handcuffed her, "Wait to go, dumbass. You bruised my friend's wrists."

Ratchet's energon was boiling when he heard what Mikaela said, "Let me see." He kneeled down and saw Samantha's wrists were indeed red and bruised. She was already injured, and as a doctor he felt sickened to see any more harm come to the femme he longed with all of his spark. "Put your wrists out, please." Samantha did as she was told and shivers as he sprayed that green mist from his fingertip.

"Thanks, Ratchet. That feels a lot better." Samantha said. He nodded with a smile.

The two humans approached Agent Simmons, and Samantha could tell he was cautious with her now, "Where are my parents?"

"And what's Sector Seven?" Mikaela tackled on.

Simmons glared at them, "I'm not at liberty to say."

Samantha reached into his coat, "Do whatever I want and get away with badge?" A few feet away, Prowl's head instantly darted towards Samantha… What did she say? "Maybe you'd love to tell that to Prowl? I'm certain he'd love to hear what you told us about your little badge." One thing Prowl never stood for was mechs flashing or otherwise using their status to bend the rules. Nobody was above the law.

"I'm the one who asks questions around here, not you!" Simmons shouted out at her.

Prowl's hand slammed into the ground causing Agent Simmons to jump, "If you do not wish for me to interrogate you, then you will address her questions. His badge, Samantha." He opened his hand, and Samantha gave him Simmons' badge.

"Hey, that's not cheap. What are you doing?"

Prowl glared at Agent Simmons, "You are undeserving of your badge and show no honor or respect to your species. A badge or title is not meant to intimidate others or to be abused for personal gain."

"It is when national security is at stake, buddy. And I'm not saying anything to this hag." Time felt as if it'd stopped, and the Autobots were all glaring at Agent Simmons… What did he just call Samantha? Sunstreaker wanted to grab this human and rip him in half.

Samantha crossed her arms and was utterly insulted, "I'm not a hag."

Simmons fell to the ground when three different Autobots got extraordinarily close and aimed their weapons at him. Sunstreaker, Ironhide, and Jazz had their guns heating up and were prepared to vaporize this human.

Samantha rushed over and placed her hand against one of Ironhide's fingers since he was crouched down, "Whoa! Don't kill him. He's the only one who knows where my parents are."

Ironhide growled, "You took her creators hostage!? Start speaking, flesh-bag!" He shouted while using Sunstreaker's insult.

Samantha could tell they were scaring the muggles, "Ironhide, why don't you let me handle this. If I need your help, I'll call." Ironhide leaned his head down as Samantha whispered into his audio receptor, "Thank you for standing up for me, but I'm not gonna let some muggle's insult bother me."

Ironhide smirked as they stood back up, "It's your lucky day, human. Next time I won't stop myself from turning you into scrap."

Simmons still did not seem to learn his lesson as he muttered under his breath. "Ya~brave with her big alien friends standing over there."

Samantha rolled her eyes but stopped her approach to Agent Simmons when a cork hit his head. "Was that a~" She froze when she saw Bumblebee open his interface panel to reveal his spike. Her cheeks turned rosy-red as she gawked at Bumblebee's spike. Despite his smaller size, her charge had a thick spike that he was clearly proud to have. His spike resembled that of a human's penis, except it was made of metal and had few lights on the shaft. Samantha covered her eyes when Bumblebee lubricated himself on Agent Simmons.

Optimus glared at his scout, "Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man." Bumblebee stopped and shrugged. However, he looked at Samantha and was delighted to see she'd been staring at his spike. Now she knew what he had to offer her if they became sparkmates. Bumblebee was happy to see that Samantha was embarrassed with those rosy cheeks of hers. He loved when his femme blushed.

Mikaela was smirking and leaned next to a blushing Samantha, "Did you see the size of him? I bet if you were his size, you'd love to ride him."

Samantha glared at Mikaela, "You make it impossible to be your friend." She whispered aggressively. Her panties were slightly damp from when she saw Bumblebee's spike. 'I~I guess Ratchet wasn't lying when he mentioned their anatomy.' She briefly glanced at Ironhide, and the heat between her legs became more prominent. 'N~no, I shouldn't be thinking about Ironhide's spike.' Nevertheless, given his brutish frame, she couldn't stop herself from imagining what his spike looked like.

Ironhide lifted his head as he sniffed the air. A deep groan erupted from the back of his throat as he caught a whiff of Samantha's heat. 'This femme is gonna drive my processor ragged.' How could a human's scent be so powerful? Not even Chromia during her heat cycle could compare to this remarkable scent.

Beside him, Ratchet choked as Samantha's scent made his spike pressurize behind his interface panel. His desire for this human had only grown worse since their interaction in his alt-form. He desired with all his spark to take this femme with them to Cybertron so she could be his sparkmate… his perfect little sparkmate. He could spend mega-cycles boasting to other Cybertronians about his mate's ability to cast magic. But the issue of her biology made such a daydream impossible. Ironhide and Prowl had similar thoughts. However, Ironhide's fantasies mostly involved the two of them interfacing and shooting Decepticons.

Ironhide puffed his chest, 'If you wanted to see a thick spike, I could've shown you mine wherever you wanted, little human.'

Meanwhile, Samantha and the other Autobots watched as Mikaela made Simmons strip down. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker snickering at the human's body. Sideswipe leaned close to Sunstreaker, "See. Why would a femme like ours want that when she could have us?"

Sunstreaker smirked as that desire in his spark became an inferno. How had he resisted this desire in his spark for so long? "Like he could even be compared to us." He glanced at Samantha as she flourished her wand and handcuffs floated off the ground and restrained the S-7 Agents. The humans were freaking out as she cast magic, and he sneered when he saw the judgment in one human's eyes. They looked at her like some type of monster, and it made his energon boil.

"This is the beginning of the end of your life." Agent Simmons said to Mikaela.

"End of your life." One man repeated like a parrot.

"You're a criminal."

"A criminal." He repeated Simmons again.

"Petrificus Totalus." Samantha made a circular motion with her wand and pointed it at the man. A blue mist sprayed outward, and the man's skin flashed blue as his arms fell to his side and he collapsed to the ground. "He's not dead. Stop panicking." She said while glaring at the muggles handcuffed together. Arching her wand, she quickly shot several spells at the agents, and they were all knocked unconscious.

Mikaela looked over as she handcuffed Simmons, who watched Samantha's actions with wide eyes. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think? I'm going to obliviate them. Rember this thing called the Statute of Secrecy?" Samantha aimed her wand at the unconscious agents before rotating her wrist back and forth, "Obliviate." The Autobots watched in fascination as the tip of her wand glowed as a strange mist seemed to flow into her wand rather than outward. With the agents obliviated, Samantha approached Simmons and slid out a tiny green vial. She'd once threatened her father with this after his car dealership joke. "So, are you going to start talking, or do I need to force the answers out of you?"

"I'm not saying a thing," Simmons stated.

"Mhm… tell me, do you know what this is?" She bobbed the vial, "Veritaserum. It's a truth-telling serum. Three little drops of this, and you'd tell me your deepest and darkest secrets, whether you wanted to or not." She pointed at the Autobots, "Even they wouldn't be able to resist it. So are you going to answer our questions?"

Prowl crossed his servos and was brimming with curiosity. Why hadn't Samantha told him truth serums existed? As the Autobot's primary interrogator, he could only imagine how useful this potion would be if it came into Autobot's hands. Prowl's doorwings twitched as he became excited. 'Samantha and I will need to have a discussion about keeping this information from me.' Magic never ceased to surprise him.

Just before Samantha or Mikaela could force the potion down Agent Simmon's throat, they heard the sound of choppers. "What's that sound?" Mikaela asked. She looked down at the man who had been mimicking Simmons and saw a small phone in his hand. Rushing over, she ripped the phone from his frozen body. "Shit!" She ended the phone call and threw the cell phone to the ground. "He was calling someone!"

Optimus motioned his hand for the Autobots to retreat, and he got down to grab Samantha and Mikaela. Samantha quickly pointed her wand at Agent Simmon's mouth, and a wisp caused his jaw to lock up. 'I don't have time to obliviate him.'

Putting the humans on his shoulder, Optimus started running. He eventually took refuge under a bridge. Samantha was holding onto his antenna and smokestack. Optimus looked at Samantha, "Easy, you two."

Samantha reached into her pocket, "Optimus." The Prime's optics stared at her as she presented him with the glasses.

Optimus looked relieved, and words could never describe how grateful he was for Samantha's help. However, turning his head caused Mikaela to fall, and Samantha jumped out to grab her hand. "Jesus! Don't drop me." Mikaela shouted at Samantha as helicopters went under the bridge.

"Hold on, you two!" Optimus was unable to grab either of them as doing so would cause him to fall. His spark jolted in terror as Samantha lost her grip and fell with Mikaela. Optimus attempted to catch them with his feet, but it only made it worse.

Still, with her wand in hand, Samantha pointed at the ground as they fell, "Aresto Momentum!" She shouted moments before they hit the hard surface. There was a blue wave, and both she and Mikaela floated inches above the ground. Just before the spell dropped them, a thunderous sound came from her right, and Samantha gasped as she and Mikaela were grabbed by Prowl. The glasses had landed on the ground when Samantha fell.

Prowl sped down the waterway, "Both of you, please remain seated."

Samantha quickly grabbed her seat belt and buckled herself in, much to Prowl's pleasure. "Thank you, Prowl."

"It is my duty to protect those in need." Before the Great War, Prowl was a protector in Praxus. Humans called these individual police offices, but the function was the same. "Now, please remain calm as I attempt to escort us away." Bumblebee was riding next to them.

Samantha looked out the back window and saw a helicopter, "Prowl, watch out!" The aircraft shot what appeared to be an electrified harpoon, and it pierced Prowl's door, causing him to shout in agony. Prowl transformed, and it sent the two humans sliding across the ground. Samantha could do nothing as nets and bolas were wrapped around Prowl and Bumblebee.

"Sam, do something!" Mikaela shouted.

"I can't. There are too many muggles. I can't obliviate them all!" Samantha shouted back. She gasped when a harpoon lodged itself into the joint of Prowl's doorwing and his back. Prowl yelled in agony as he spun around, grabbed the wire connected to the harpoon, and pulled it. The helicopter came crashing to the ground. The expression on Prowl's face confirmed he wanted to kill whoever shot his wings. Samantha barely stood up before collapsing to the ground when a bola wrapped around her body.

Prowl and Bumblebee were fighting through their restraints to protect the humans, especially Samantha. They were terrified of what these muggles might do to her if they know she's a witch.

Bumblebee was ripping through his bindings, and his optics were red, "I'll slaughter them! All of them! My mate!"

Prowl's Praxus protocols were overwhelming his process. Like all Cybertronians, Praxians desired to protect their sparkmates. However, they would stop at nothing to maintain the safety of their sparkmate. To a Cybertronian from Praxus, nothing came before their sparkmate, not even the Decepticon or Autobot cause. It was the primary reason Praxus was one of the first city-states that were attacked during the Great War since they were automatically labeled as neutrals.

Prowl fought through the unfathomable pain of his mangled doorwings as he attempted to retrieve Samantha. 'They dare harm my sparkmate!? I will drown these pests in their blood! They'll be locked in my brig for the rest of their days and will feel unending pain!' As the Autobot's chief interrogator, he knew many ways to make a mech speak.

Samantha was lifted up and carried over towards Agent Simmons, who was smiling. When she looked over at Bumblebee and Prowl, she saw that her guardian's optics were red; he was clawing his servos into the ground, trying to reach her. The visor that always covered Prowl's optics was partially broken, exposing one of his optics. "Prowl?" She whispered upon seeing the insane look on his face. His exposed optic revealed his eyes to be naturally red, but they burned brighter than Bumblebee's.

Simmons motioned his head to the car, "Get them in and her little criminal friend too. And restrain the savage machine, will you!?" He turned back to Samantha, who was glaring at him, "Looks like I've got your card. I know you're a watch." He stopped cleared his throat, "A wrench. A wallet!" The agents around him looked at him as though he were crazy. Why couldn't he say she was a witch? He knew her secret, and he wasn't mad!

Samantha gave an evil smirk, "And no one will ever believe you. Not that you can say it aloud or write it."

Simmons glared at her, "We'll see who's laughing when I dissect your little friends here and see what makes them tick."

Samantha attempted to jump forward and strangle Simmons but was restrained by two men, "You're a monster."

"Get her in the car."

Bumblebee and Prowl were still clawing towards Samantha with tunnel vision blinding their optics as they only had one goal. These humans, however, would not let up with the restraints and electric nets.

(Under the Bridge)

Optimus watched with a heavy spark as these humans captured Samantha, Prowl, Bumblebee, and Mikaela. Jazz had jumped down and landed next to his leader, "Prime, what are we waiting for? We can't just let them Bee and Prowl. Especially not Samantha and Mikaela." If they did nothing to save them, it would feel as if he'd stabbed them in the back. Especially Samantha. After everything they'd put her through, all the ruthless hours of tending that potion and taking care of them, they were practically handing her over to these muggles.

"We cannot save Bumblebee or Prowl without harming the humans," Optimus stated.

Jazz sneered, "We're just gonna let em' go!? To scrap with those other humans!" He shouted at his leader. "What 'bout Sammy? They'll probably tear her apart like the cons, just ta see what makes her tick."

Optimus was trembling as he tried to not imagine this, "Let them go."

Jazz glared at Optimus, and despite his leader being larger than him, he was not afraid to argue with Optimus, "If they hurt her… it'll be your fault." Optimus said nothing. Soon the other Autobots came back to the bridge. They were all confused since Samantha was not there. Where was Prowl?

Optimus kneeled down and carefully picked up the glasses. He brought them close to his optics and sighed. "Autobots, retreat." As he stored the glasses inside his cabin, he held his helm with one hand. There was a powerful ringing echoing through his processor. A single bloodshot eye looks around on the glasses' right lens as blood trickled from the rim.

Evil waits in vengeance.

(Author Notes)

So much has happened in this chapter, where do we even begin? Sunstreaker getting recognized for his love of art and coming to accept his feelings, everyone's going away present, or the fact that Prowl and Bumblebee have been captured by Sector Seven? Frankly, I feel pity for Sunstreaker who is finally coming to terms with his confusing feelings. I find it as no shock that final breaking point for him was receiving a gift of magical jokes/pranks and a whole bunch of painting supplies, just for his size. Now our hot headed mech is lost and confused about how to fix things... he was never good with drama or fixing relationships, not they even had a good foundation to begin with. Then we have everyone receiving special presents from Samantha (Mikaela is getting one don't worry ;D) but it is still sad.

Lastly, Prowl and Bumblebee have been captured (┬┬﹏┬┬) and Optimus has no idea what he his holding onto. Nothing good ever come from a horcrux... never. I also can't imagine how torn the Autobots must feel. Jazz even feels as though he'd just used Samantha to get those glasses and now she was kidnapped. Hmmm... where are Soundwave and Shockwave?

Next time... NBE-1!

*Distance frozen glare*

I~I~I mean M~Megatron... Lord Megatron!

Also, if you have not already seen. I have posted a new story, Tale of the Corrupted Sparks, which I have been writing side-by-side with this story. It shares a lot of similar elements with Magical Sparkmate, but it takes place in Transformers Prime and the Autobots are technorganics :D And yes... it is a reverse harem. The story shares a lot of similarities to this one, but is till different enough in its own way. So if you want feel free to gift it a look, I published the first eight chapters in one go so people will have quite a bit to read all together.