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(Chapter 5)

(Cybertron During the Middle of the War)

Bumblebee frowned as he scoured the ruined crossroads of Iacon. He was looking for energon, like most mechs; however, his reasons were different. He wanted nothing to do with this war and was only trying to survive. The price of energon was worth more now than ever before. Scanning his surroundings, he saw the ruined remains of Iacon. In the distance, he could see the Autobots capital; it was the only building that had power for miles. Bumblebee huffed, "This is all their fault. Them and the fragging Decepticons." He didn't care who won.

Turning away from the gaping hole in the building, he walked towards a loose panel. Inside were a few cubes of energon he stored away, "At least this beats going back to the Sea of Rust." It was the uninhabitable part of Cybertron. Before the war started, unexplainable rust was picked up by a cargo ship. Their race tried to stop the spread of the rust from reaching Cybertron, but it was too late. A quarter of their planet was now a sea of blazing hot rust. A mech of his size didn't have much problem traversing the sea searching for energon, but that doesn't mean he liked it. This was about survival.

Looking over the cube of energon, Bumblebee put it back and sealed the plate. "I wonder who the highest bidder will be this time." He traded with both factions, usually the Autobots, but the Decepticons had some value. He was labeled a coward by both sides, but that didn't bother him. Besides, his services were valued because of his ability to sniff out energon.

Bumblebee stood back before jumping out of the building. He fell rather far before transforming and speeding down an inclined ramp. As he sped through the ruins of Iacon, he couldn't help but reminisce about the once majestic city. The city was the crown of Cybertron, and it used to be every cybertronians dream to live here. Of course, there were other notable city-states like Praxis and the Crystal City.

(End Of Flashback)

(Next Morning)

Samantha never went to sleep; how could she? Her car transformed into a giant robot, perhaps not the most spectacular sight in the world, but still impressive. Just as she calmed herself down, she heard a strange sound, "Is that the car?" Peeking her head out the window, she saw the yellow camaro park itself and turned off. Unfortunately, Samantha already knew its secret.

Walking downstairs, she saw her parents having breakfast. "G~good morning." She peeked out the window and could see the hood of the car.

Judy smiled at her, "Morning, Sammy. You're father, and I are going to be heading to the store today. Did you need anything?"

"No, I'm fine." Samantha was still looking out the window. "I~I have to go." Without warning, she left the house. Her parents looked at each other in confusion but quickly brushed it off. Samantha peaked around the corner and saw her demon car. Still as can be, at least until the wind picked up. She was entirely unaware that her scent was causing Bumblebee to lose his processor. ' I~I need to take a walk.' She quickly shuffled away, oblivious that Bumblebee had caught onto her looking at him. 'Okay, I'll go for a walk and then come back. Do I… talk to him? Wait, is it a he? Do giant robots have a gender?' It was finally sinking into her mind what happened the night before, 'My car is a giant damn robot!'

Across the street, Soundwave growled as he watched the femme leave her house. So it seems the Autobots are stalking this human as well. But why? While Soundwave wanted nothing more than to transform and shoot the Autobot scout for following his femme, he couldn't risk being exposed. In the back seat, Rumble and Frenzy were getting antsy from being so close to the femme's scent. Rumble especially wanted to go and have the femme hold him. His new servo felt strange. After the server tower incident, Soundwave constructed him a new servo out of his own wires and protoform.

Bumblebee stared at the femme from his side mirror, 'Optimus does want me to keep up on the femme.' Also, why was she walking? Did she forget she now had a car, or was this something humans did? Sliding a rod out of his steering wheel, he pressed the silver button on his dashboard. Once more, the strange wave of energy washed over his body before he turned invisible. 'Primus, that feels weird.' Who knew a human would give him a fantastic upgrade! Jazz was definitely jealous of his new ability to turn invisible, but the mech was too proud to admit it. Driving off to follow his charge, he was unaware that Soundwave had witnessed his vanishing act.

Soundwave's processor went into overdrive, 'Where did the scout go?' More importantly, why weren't his sensors picking him up? He was a master of camouflage, and no mech could hide from his scanners, not even Shockwave. The mad scientist may be a grand inventor for the Decepticons, but his understanding of camouflage was unparalleled to Soundwave's. He needed someone to follow the femme… if the Autobots were here, or at least their scout, he couldn't have them knowing of his presence. As Megatron's communications officer, they knew how devoted he was to finding mech. He wouldn't be on this rock full of organics if it were for nothing. :Barricade: He flipped on his comm-link, : Redemption; New directive:

Barricade, who was only a few blocks away, growled :What is it? Not another human I need to torture.: He wasn't fond of torturing organics, despite his sadistic personality. He hadn't joined the Decepticons to exhibit pain on a species that was far weaker than himself. What honor or respect could be earned from harming those that never stood a chance? Not all Decepticons thought like this, but those were his ideologies. Toiling away in the energon mines does make one humble.

(30 Minutes Later)

Barricade growled, 'I'm not a damn babysitter!' Soundwave ordered him to follow this human. Samantha Witwicky? 'Didn't the sparkling say something about a human named Archibald?' It was the only lead they were able to find, and that Frenzy was able to save it in the back of his processor. He also saw a pair of glasses but was unable to retain an image. Barricade watched the femme turn into an underpass.

Samantha sighed and took a deep breath, "Okay, you can do this. Just go home and… question your car. Can this day get any weirder?" The revving of an engine caught her attention. Looking back, she saw a squad car parked with the headlights on. The cruiser slowly approached her, "Can I help you, officer?" The windows were tinted, so she couldn't see inside. Looking at the hood of the car, she saw the motto was wrong, 'To punish and Enslave?' The car revved its engine before carelessly bumping her legs. "What the hell?" Again, the vehicle pushed her as she tried to maintain balance and knocked her down. "Have you lost your mind!?" If this muggle didn't stop, she'd turn their head into a pumpkin.

However, things took a drastic turn when the headlight stretched out, 'W~what the hell?' Nothing prepared her for the car to transform into another giant robot.

Barricade wanted answers, "Are you Ladiesman217?!"

"W~what?" Samantha shook her head, 'Who the hell is ladiesman!?' She cautiously reached into her sleeve.

Barricade's optics dimmed. Did he look up the wrong human? He scanned the internet again and realized he was looking up the wrong person. It was strange; there was nothing about this human on this so-called internet. "Are you Samantha Witwicky? Descendant of Archibald Witwicky!?" He yelled out. He wouldn't torture her, but scaring was a different subject.

Samantha looked perplexed and was slowly becoming irritated, "Yes."

Barricade was also confused. Why wasn't she screaming? Most humans screamed when they saw him. "Where are the glasses!?"

"The what?"

"Where are they!?" He shouted out. A bit of lubricant escaped his mouth.

The femme slipped out a stick and pointed it at his face. How cute, the femme thought a twig would~ "Confringo!"

A fiery and powerful wave of heat hit the mech in the face, making him topple backward onto a broken car, "Gaah!"

Doing what anyone in their right mind would, Samantha rolled off the car and ran as swiftly as she could, "I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die." She recited as she ran. Glancing back, she saw the mech getting up, and he chased after her. Flourishing her wand again, a white bolt hit a few trash cans and discarded rebar. The bits of metal and garbage rose into the air before slamming into the mech.

"Fragging, femme!" Barricade tried wiping the garbage off his armor, but it was stuck to him. As for the rebar, the metal pieces started hitting him as a person would with a stick. He tried swiping the metal rods away, but they dodged his servo and continued striking him. 'What the frag is happening!?' He roared and transformed, continuing his chase for the human… though the shrapnel still followed him.

Samantha wheezed as she ran into the street, "Oof!" She slammed right into Mikaela, who was riding on her moped.

Mikaela grunted when she fell to the ground, "What's wrong with you, Sam!?"

"Get up!" Samantha looked back and saw the giant mech still running after her, "C'mon, there is a giant robot chasing me."

"What are you~" A look of terror filled her face when she saw the robot with red eyes.

"I've got you now femme~Gah!" The trashcan Samantha enchanted from before came flying from the side and hit him across the helm.

"W~What the hell!?" Mikaela's heart was skyrocketing. 'Is that a trash can?' She didn't have time to dwell on it as Samantha pulled her.

"C'mon! Stop standing there." Samantha shook her head and rolled her eyes. 'I get that it's scary but don't just stand there.' If defense against the dark arts taught her anything, it was never to stand still. Just as Sam got her off the ground, a yellow car appeared from nothingness and quickly transformed, grabbing the two femmes before changing back into his alt-form.

Samantha grunted when her back slammed into the soft driver seat, "What the hell?"

Mikaela was now having a panic attack as she tried to open the door, "We're gonna die! Oh my god."

All the screaming was giving Samantha a headache, "We're not gonna die. Mikaela, look at me, calm down. Just… let the robot get us away." If it wanted to harm them, it would have done so. At least that is what Sam was telling herself. Looking behind the rear window, the girls saw the police cruise chasing after them. "I should've just transformed him into a rat or used the rust spell when I had the chance."

Mikaela quickly glanced at her, "What the hell are you talking about, Sam? Oh my god!" She screamed when Bumblebee drove straight through a window into an abandoned building.

The rocking of the car made Samantha's headache worse, "You know, your paint job wasn't cheap, buddy!" It was a travesty to see scratch marks on the hood of her car. 'Oh my god, I'm my father.'

The radio turned itself on and turned into several stations, "Forgive me/ Hot Stuff baby!"

Samantha and Mikaela looked at each other, "Is that Donna Summers?" Sam asked aloud. They jumped through another window, and Sam recognized where they were. "Hey, take a right. There is a warehouse right there." The road was very narrow and had she not mentioned it, Bumblebee was certain he'd miss it.

Bumblebee backed himself up and watched as Barricade drove past. 'Smart femme.' If he still had a mouth, he'd be smirking. The scavenger in him admired that she knew her surroundings. Knowing how to hide and where was all he did on Cybertron. Then again, it could just be pure luck, but he didn't care.

The three of them watched as Barricade floored it and drove in a circle. The enchanted barrels and pipes had caught up to him and were once more pound on his armor. Sam leaned back and sighed in relief, "Well, I'm happy to know the spell hasn't worn off yet."

Mikaela turned her head and was breathing heavily, "Sam, what the hell is going on." She tried to ask as calmly as possible.

Samantha winced and knew she couldn't avoid this, "Okay, okay… I'll explain everything as soon as we're away from all of this. I don't think the car is going to hurt us."

Meanwhile, Bumblebee watched with confused optics as Barricade was chased around by garbage. 'What the frag did the femme do?' Barricade grew tired of whatever was following him. Transforming into his larger self, he slammed the garbage that had been assaulting him.

"Gah! What is this!?" He changed his arm into a saw and sliced the barrel that hit him in the helm. Wait till Soundwave hears his report on this.

Sam and Mikaela jumped when their doors locked. A seat belt came across Samantha's chest and clicked into the buckle. "What are you doing?" Bumblebee took off and attempted to seize the opportunity. While they're hiding spot was good, the only exit was where they came in. If Barricade corners them, this will turn ugly.

Mikaela looked in the side mirror, "I think he saw us."

Samantha growled her frustration, "We could have used the invisibility booster!" What was this robot doing!?

Bumblebee gave a sad and embarrassed whine. "Sorry babe/ Don't go breakin' my heart!" He forgot he could turn invisible. Was there a limit to its ability? Driving a bit further, he slammed on his breaks and opened the doors throwing the femme's out. He felt bad seeing them land in the dirt, but Barricade quickly tackled him. He needed them out of the way.

Samantha and Mikaela got up and quickly took cover behind a shed. Both of them had to cover their eyes when the two mechs hit a power line. The light was blinding. "A~are you okay?"

Mikaela gave her an irritated look, "Do I look okay?"

"I was just asking." Sam gave a little pout. So much for being concerned.

Bumblebee got off the ground and punched Barricade in the jaw. The scout may be smaller, but he knew how to fight.

"Blasted, Autobot!" He returned the punishment and gave Bee a quick uppercut. Bumblebee landed on his wings and growled. That hurt. Before he could get up, Barricade slammed his foot onto his chest plate. "I'll make your death swift." He reached behind his back and pulled out a blaster.

Samantha watched with dread, 'H~he's about to kill him!' She might not know the robot, but it was kind enough to try and save her. "I'm gonna get into so much trouble." She turned to Mikaela, "Wait here."

Mikaela gave her a deranged look, "Are you insane!? C'mon, let's go!"

"Just wait there!" She pulled her wand out and arched it over her head.

Bumblebee closed his optics and waited for his spark to be extinguished. So this is how he'd become one with the Allspark. He could still smell the sweet and alluring scent from that femme. At least he'd die having that scent fill him with content. Just before Barricade pulled the trigger, a blue bolt hit him in the side. The Decepticon slammed into one of the silos, and his blaster fell to the ground next to him.

Bumblebee looked over and saw the human standing there with a stick in her hand, "Are you okay?" Samantha asked while giving him a concerned look.

Barricade quickly gained his composure and grabbed his blaster, "Earthling, this doesn't concern you anymore!" He pointed his cannon at her, but she waved her wand again.

"Evanesco," She quickly said the spell. A quick light flashed from the tip of her wand.

The gun Barricade was holding vanished. Literally. "W~what did you do!?" Where did his blaster go!? He couldn't dwell on it because Bumblebee punched him. This sent him a few feet in the opposite direction. A primal possession filled the scout's spark. Seeing Barricade point his blaster at the human filled him with such a raw feeling of passion and rage. He wasn't sure why he felt this way, but he did. Scuffling to his feet, Barricade transformed and drove away. This wasn't a fight he was going to win.

Samantha and Bumblebee watched Barricade speed off. Sam sighed in relief. This could have turned out far worse. 'At least I didn't use the rust spell on him.' Being entirely made of metal wouldn't serve that robot well, but she wasn't afraid to cast the spell on him. "Um.. so… this is weird." She said to Bee. What was she supposed to say?

Bumblebee kneeled down and made a happy clicking sound. This femme saved his spark, and he owed her. Their little moment was ended by the voice of reason that was Mikaela, "What the hell was that!?" She yelled out. 'What is going on!?'

Bumblebee's radio turned on, "Let's just relax, my man." He turned into some random station.

Samantha ignored Mikaela's yelling, "Why was that other robot asking about my great-grandfather's glasses? So… do you talk through the radio?" She just needed to make sure.

Bee started clapping and pointed at her, "You're wonderful, you're wonderful." He gave her a wink.

A deep blush filled Samantha's face, 'D~did he just wink at me?' She cleared her throat, "So what was that last night?" She now gave him an annoyed look. She didn't appreciate being spied on. Bumblebee brought a servo up to his head and looked confused. What was this femme talking about? Samantha could see he was confused, "Last night, I followed you to that storm drain when I saw you leave my house. Would you care to explain why you were disguising yourself as my car? And who were those other bots?" She only got a brief look at them.

Mikaela came up next to Samantha, "What are you doing? You met him before?" Did she have a death wish? Who in their right mind would demand answers from a giant robot?

Bumblebee was shocked to hear what the femme was saying, 'She saw me already?' He transformed and opened his side doors, "Any more questions you wanna ask?" Came from the radio. Was she the one who attacked them last night?

Samantha nodded, "So long as I get some answers." She started walking towards Bee and was about to get in but noticed Mikaela hadn't moved. "Are you coming?"

She shook her head, "Are you crazy? Do you even know where it wants to take us? And what about me? Don't I get some answers."

Samantha gave Mikaela a sympathetic expression, 'I can't imagine what she's going through right now.' As a muggle, this was probably more traumatic for her. "Mikaela, I promise I will explain everything. Let's just get in the car, and I can explain everything to you on the way." Trying to lighten the mood, she smiled, "Besides, 50 years from now, don't you wanna say you had the guts to get in?"

Mikaela gave a pathetic laugh, "You are the weirdest girl I've ever met."

After getting into the car, Samantha sat in the driver's seat. The seat belt once again put itself across her chest. "Oh… thank you." As Bumblebee shifted into gear, he also vibrated the seat. Sam chuckled, 'Well, someone is kind. This day is so strange.' Leaning back, she looked at Mikaela. "Okay. I promised you I'd explain everything to you." She took a deep breath, "I'm a witch." She wanted to tackle this head on.

Mikaela shook her head, "I shouldn't have gotten in. You're what?" Meanwhile, Bumblebee had shifted into gear and contacted Optimus to explain the situation.

Samantha slowly nodded her head, "I'm a witch. You know, flying on brooms, brewing potions, magic, ringing a bell?"

"You expect me to believe you're a witch?"

Samantha pointed to the car, "Well, we're in a transforming robot. Do you really think that's the strangest thing you've heard all day?"

Mikaela leaned back and bit her finger before speaking, "Okay. Hypothetically speaking, you are a witch. Do you have proof?"

Sam chuckled, "You literally saw me cast a spell at the robot. Also, all the garbage that was chasing him." Mikaela just leaned against the dashboard. This was a lot to take in. Not only was she inside of a giant alien robot, heading in some unknown direction. But she was also sitting next to a witch, or so she claims.

(5 Minutes Later)

Samantha and Mikaela were silent as Bumblebee drove. Samantha was sinking back in the seat and relished the smooth vibrations of the seat. 'This feels really nice.' She almost wanted to take a nap and never wake up.

Bumblebee swayed a bit as he drove. The femme's scent was utterly intoxicating. Having explained the situation to Optimus, they were en route to an alley just a few miles away.

Across the comm-link, Sunstreaker was complaining :You already exposed yourself!? Leave it to a sparkling to frag this up.: From the other end, he heard a loud clank. Prowl was already growing irritated by Sunstreaker's constant complaints about this planet. :Hit me again, Prowl!:

Jazz chuckled, :Looks like someone's just jealous he wasn't chosen as her charge.: He definitely was, :C'mon Bee let's meet this femme already.: Why of all the mechs that were chosen was it Bumblebee and not him? If it weren't for the femme's cheap Creator, then it would've been him. At least now, he'd finally be able to smell the femme's remarkable scent. He was already losing his processor from being without it, and he wasn't the only one. Prowl had been glaring at everyone as of late; Ratchet was studying the human anatomy, wanting to see if all femme produced such a sweet aroma. And Ironhide and Optimus were dangerously quiet about what happened at Bolivia's Car Shop. Though Jazz could see the brief flash of ecstasy on their faceplates when Bee blew his cover, now they HAD to meet her. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were just bickering amongst themselves, though Sideswipe kept teasing his brother about how Sunstreaker reacted at the lot.

Ironhide touched his antenna, :Just keep the femme in one piece. She's a human:

Sideswipe spoke up :What's this? Is our grumpy gunner going soft for a human? And here I bet, Jazz, you didn't have a spark.: Ironhide's fist collided with the mech's faceplate, sending him to the ground, :Shut it, you scrapheap.: Ironhide's voice sounded gruffer than usual, almost as if he were embarrassed.

(15 Minutes Later)

Mikaela glanced at the steering wheel, "He's a pretty good drive." Samantha nodded, "You know what I don't understand." She leaned close and whispered, " Why, if he's supposed to be this super-advanced robot, does he transform back into this piece of crap Camaro." Samantha sat up and gave Mikaela an irritated look.

'What the hell!? Why would you say that!' Sadly, Bumblebee heard her and slammed on the breaks. The seat belt was tight and kept her from hitting the steering wheel. However, Mikaela ended up having to put her hands forward to stop herself from hitting the dashboard. The doors opened, signaling for them to get out. The two got out, and Sam gave Mikaela another irritated look, "I think you hurt his feelings."

A driver behind them honked his horn, "Move it, you moron!" Bumblebee slammed his door open and scrapped the guy's car as he drove down the tunnel. Samantha covered her mouth. She wanted to giggle at seeing this robot get angry. However, Bumblebee was more panicked than angry. He didn't want to look ugly in front of such a beautiful femme.

"My Dad is going to be pissed when I come home without this car."

Mikaela huffed, "Well, just do your bippity-boppity-boo and make him come back."

"That's not how magic works." Samantha looked around, "Besides, we're in a public place. I'd get in trouble. I can't just obliviate 30 muggles."

"Obliviate?" Mikaela asked. At the end of the tunnel, they didn't see a blue flash.

"Uh… it means to wipe someone's memories." Samantha looked embarrassed, "Don't take this personally, but when this is over, I'll have to wipe your memories."

"What? Why?!"

Samantha felt bad when Mikaela backed up, holding her hand, "I'm not going to hurt you. It's just the law, okay? You aren't allowed to know." She didn't want to erase her memories, yet there was no choice in the matter. Before they could continue, a car horn drew their attention. "What?" Parked before them was a brand new 2007 Camaro. The entire build of the car had changed, and the paint job looked brand new.

Bumblebee gave an excited beep through the radio. He liked seeing the surprised look on his charge's face. 'Like I'd just leave a femme on the side of the road.' Bee thought as he opened his doors. "Baby, come back!" Came from the radio, "You can blame it all on me."

Samantha and Mikaela got back in, "Thanks for not leaving us. Did you need us out so you could change yourself?" She looked at the sleek interior.

"Roger, Ma'am!" Was his reply. Samantha ran her hand over the sleek seat, making Bumblebee quiver. 'Primus, don't stop femme.' He locked the doors and drove off.

(Alleyway)

Samantha stared out the window, "Where are we?" The doors opened, and she got out. She watched as a large semi and a few other cars drove towards them from the slight mist. Behind, two corvettes and a Porsche approached. The red and blue semi stopped abruptly in front of Sam and Mikaela. Just above the grill, Samantha noticed the strange red symbol. 'There it is again.'

The semi shook before it started to slowly transform. Samantha watched with wide eyes as the cars around her did the same. Optimus stretched back and gazed down at the human, "Are you Samantha Jane Witwicky? Descendent of Archibald Witwicky?" He had kneeled down, and his face was right in front of them. Optimus inhaled the air and repressed a shiver. The human's scent seemed more potent than before.

Samantha felt a blush creeping onto her cheeks. His voice was deep and practically radiated authority. She also looked over his face and thought he looked rather handsome… for a robot, 'What the hell? He's not even the same species as me.' She nodded, "I am."

"My name is Optimus Prime. We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron."

"But you can call us Autobots for short." Ratchet said as he did a silent scan of the humans from his optics. Off to the side, Sunstreaker huffed. He didn't want to be here. And these humans were covered in dirt.

Jazz made his presence known by doing a flip, "What's crackin' little bitches?" He was gonna try and use human slang. This was how humans talked, right?

Optimus nodded his head, "My first lieutenant, Jazz."

"This looks like a cool place to kick it." He used the car behind him as a seat.

Samantha looked over the black and white robot. He had two square horns on the top of his head and a blue visor covering his optics. She could only see his mouth and the massive smirk he gave them. 'He seems fun.' Just his personality alone had her smirking back. "We're fine. Though for the record. Calling us little bitches is rather rude."

Jazz had a shocked expression, but it vanished quickly, and he licked his lips. "I'll keep that in mind, hot stuff." Her scent finally reached him, and Primus the smell was making him heated. Beneath his interface panel, his spike was fully pressurized and begging for attention.

Samantha looked back at Optimus, "How did you learn to talk like us?" She doubted English was their native language.

"We have learned Earth's languages through the world wide web," Optimus said.

She nodded, "You can just call it the internet."

Optimus dimmed his optics as he searched the word. That was far easier than calling it the world wide web. He extended his hand behind them, "My weapon specialist, Ironhide."

Samantha looked back and saw Ironhide's arms change into cannons, "You feelin' lucky?"

Several growls could be heard from the bots as they glared at Ironhide, "Easy, Ironhide." Optimus's voice had a sharp tone to it.

Ironhide shrugged and looked away, "I'm just kidding… I just wanted to show her my cannons."

Mikaela backed up. Meanwhile, Samantha was smiling, "Those sure are impressive. Do you have any more? You know there is an abandoned warehouse outside of Tranquility you could use those."

Ironhide puffed his chest plate, "I like this femme." Dimming his optics, a soothing scent hit his nose, and his spark jolted. His glossa licked the roof of his mouth… this femme's fragrance was better than last time.

Optimus then pointed to the next mech, "My medical office, Ratchet."

The white and red mech sniffed the air and choked, "Good evening." It was hard for Ratchet to speak as he inhaled more of that tantalizing scent the femme produced. He must research her. "I have some questions I would like to ask you, femme, but we will do so later. I do hope you are not against me running a few tests."

Samantha looked to Mikaela, "Tests? Uh… why?"

A servo pushed Ratchet away, and a red mech with horns was smiling brightly at her, "Sorry about Hatchet here. He's not the shiniest bolt of the bunch." Ratchet glared at him.

Sam tilted her head, "Doesn't seem that way to me. At least he was kind enough to ask." She smiled at the medic. Ratchet avoided her gaze as his faceplate heated up. Was that a yes to his examination of her?

Sideswipe shrugged, "Names Sideswipe, but you can call me the handsomest damn mech you'll ever see." He winked at her and pointed to the side, "And this aft is my brother Sunny."

Sunstreaker hit him over the head, "My name is Sunstreaker." He gazed at Samantha with a cold glare.

"Sunstreaker? Wait… you were at the college, weren't you?" Samantha asked, "I fixed your door when Trent scratched it with his car." She was certain these were the same Lamborghinis she ran into the other day.

"What's it to you, fleshbag?"

Samantha raised a brow, 'Fleshbag?' It became increasingly clear that this mech didn't like her. "I was just making sure." She looked him over, "I… like your finish, by the way. Did you do it yourself?" Kill them with kindness, as her father taught her.

For the first time, Sunstreaker smirked, "Obviously. Like I'd ever let a human touch my armor."

Sideswipe pouted, "Hey, what about mine?" Why was his brother getting her recognition? He didn't even like humans.

Samantha gave an embarrassed laugh, "Yours is nice too."

Sunstreaker scoffed, "As if."

Frowning a bit, Samantha looked towards Sideswipe, "But I'm guessing you have the better personality of the two?" Mikaela looked at Samantha with an insane look. Why would she say that?! Does she forget they're ten times their size?

Sideswipe laughed, "See, Sunny? I told you she was a smart human." Sunstreaker was clenching his denture. Just before he went off, Samantha quickly responded.

"Yes, but he is clearly the more handsome of the two."

Sideswipe stopped laughing and saw Sunstreaker giving him a cruel smirk, "Ya… smart femme." At least she recognized who was the better looking of the two.

Sideswipe once more pouted, "What!? I'm way better looking than this aft. Why don't I show you, Sweet Spark?" He gave a playboy smile.

Optimus spoke out, "Enough. Forgive them. Sunstreaker is not fond of your species as his brother." He went to the next mech, "My strategist and surveillance specialist, Prowl."

Prowl inclined his helm, "Good evening, Miss Witwicky." His wings had risen from his back and twitched. He wanted to transform and let this femme rewash his wings. Never had someone been so gentle with them that they caused him untold pleasures.

"You can just call me Samantha." She hated being called by her last name. "Are you okay? Your doors are shaking." She wouldn't think much of it except they were shaking as if there was an earthquake.

Prowl looked back, "Y~yes. I seem to be shorting out." Ratchet came over and shot a laser into the side of his helm.

"What have I told you about your condition worsening?" If Prowl's glitches were now affecting his wings, then Ratchet feared for the mech's damaged processor. Samantha watched as Ratchet performed scans on Prowl. The mech was clearly irritated. There was a deep fascination as she looked at the wings; they were built differently than the yellow mech who brought her here.

Optimus stood up, "You already know your guardian, Bumblebee." He waved his servo to the yellow mech, who started punching the air.

"Bumblebee?" Samantha asked while looking at him, "You're my guardian?" Since when did she need a guardian? Not that she wasn't grateful for him trying to save her, but she could handle herself.

Jazz spoke up immediately, "Never mind him, I'd be a way better guardian than him." He grinned, showing off his handsome smile. "Whatcha say, little lady?"

Ironhide scoffed and hit him over the helm with his cannon, "Like she'd choose a pipsqueak like you. She needs a guardian with firepower. I'm the mech you want."

Soon the other bots, even Ratchet and Prowl, were voicing who would be suited as a better guardian. Samantha and Mikaela were utterly confused as the mech bickered amongst themselves. "The femme would be far safer in my charge." Ratchet stated.

Sideswipe rolled his optics, "Like she'd want to spend all day around rusty Hatchet. You'd just put the femme in recharge with your medical jargon or like Prowl with his holopads." Prowl frowned. His holopads didn't put mechs to sleep, did they? His reports were long, but they had to be. He needed to cover every conceivable outcome for a mission.

Optimus grew increasingly irritated by the behavior of his company, "Silence! Bumblebee is her guardian." Though behind that facade of leadership were the small embers of jealousy he had towards the young bot. Bumblebee whirled his displeasure in a series of clicks. The femme was his charge!

Ratchet lifted his arm and shot a laser at his neck, "His vocal processors were damaged in battle. I'm still working on them." Poor Bumblebee was left coughing and hacking from the pain the laser left in his throat.

Mikaela looked up towards Optimus, "Why are you here?"

"We are here looking for the Allspark. And we must find it before Megatron."

Samantha frowned, "Mega~what?" What kind of name was that?

Optimus pressed something on the side of his head, and beams of light shot out of his optics. The ground beneath the two humans fell away as massive spires rose from the ground. "Our planet was once a powerful empire. Peaceful and just."

'An empire can't be peaceful,' Samantha thought as she looked at the wasteland that was Cybertron, 'Empires work under a single ruling authority.' At least, that was the technical definition here on Earth.

"Until we were betrayed by Megatron. Leader of the Decepticons. All who defied them were destroyed. Our civil war finally consumed the planet, and the Allspark was lost to the stars." The hologram showed Megatron taking aim at another bot and shooting a hole into his chest. "Megatron followed it to Earth. Where Captain Witwicky found him."

Samantha looked up at Optimus, 'How could he possibly know this?'

"It was an accident that intertwined our fates. Megatron crash-landed before he could retrieve the cube. He accidentally activated his navigation system, and the coordinates to the cube's location were imprinted on his glasses."

"How do you know about his glasses… or that Megatron met my grandfather?" Something wasn't adding up. "My great-grandfather despised technology and was born before it was used by muggles." At least, that is what her father and uncle have stated. Just thinking of her Uncle made her eyes roll. Unlike her father, Uncle Charles was also a wizard. He always teased her father for being born a squib and saw him as a stain in the family.

The bots looked at Optimus, waiting to hear his excuse to the femme. They still had doubts about his vision. However, Optimus was confused by Samantha's words, "I can not find anything on this 'muggle' you mention." Even Mikaela was confused by the word.

Samantha looked around her and saw all the bots staring at her. "Okay… A muggle is someone who can't use magic. Like Mikaela here." All the bots were not looking at the other human.

"I am uncertain of what you mean. What is this magic you speak of?" He'd already searched before but still couldn't comprehend it. Samantha and Mikaela gave him a strange look. Even Mikaela knew what magic was, but she didn't believe in it till an hour ago.

"I'll try to explain this as best I can." She was talking to an advanced race of robots, so she needed to word this in a way they could understand, "Magic is a hereditary trait and is the ability to alter reality at a fundamental level. I can make objects move without touching them. I can turn living creatures into inanimate objects. I can even make things disappear into nothingness and reappear." Optimus was fascinated as he listened to the human's speech.

Sunstreaker immediately scoffed, "As if. Any intelligent race knows matter can't be destroyed or created."

Samantha grew irritated with this mech, "Alright, you want proof?" Looking to Bumblebee, "Bumblebee, right? Can you kneel down a bit?" The yellow bot bent to her level and watch her pull out that stick from before. "This might hurt." Arching her wand, she pointed at his throat, "faucium reparo." Golden light erupted from Bumblebee's throat, and he jumped up coughing.

The Autobots watched as the metal speaker dissolved away to take the form of a mouth. They could see his glossa. And for the first time in ages, they heard the impossible, "S~scrap that burns." Bumblebee coughed a bit more and stopped. His servos reached up and touched his mouth. Samantha was surprised to hear his voice. It was not what she expected. It was deep and sounded like that of a man in his late 20s.

Ratchet was the first to move and pushed his way past the shocked Ironhide and Sideswipe. "Move!" His arm transformed and connected with Bumblebee's vocal processor. "Hmm… his vocal processor is back." Though their magic show was far from over.

Taking a deep breath, Samatha blew the tip of her wand, and a gold mist with flakes filled the alley. Mikaela watched the flakes with wonder and held her hand out as if it were snow. Optimus attempted to scan the fragments, like the rest of the bots, but his sensors kept shorting out. Samantha lifted her wand and dropped it to the ground. "I suppose this is enough proof for you." Stepping back, they watched as golden rays of light emerged from the ground around them. There were humans, almost like blind phantoms, wandering the alley before them. Optimus looked towards Samantha for an explanation. "This is a tracking charm. It shows everyone who was here within the last few hours. It is used so we can see meetings people have had in the past. If you don't believe me, lift your foot."

Optimus lifted his right foot and saw the golden impression of his servo, "Fascinating." For the first time in eons… Optimus Prime was at a loss for words. Slowly the golden light that filled the alley faded away.

Sideswipe got down to the human's level and was brimming with excitement, "Is that it? C'mon, femme, don't just leave me hanging. What else can you do?" His optics dimmed as he read into magic. Behind him, Sunstreaker was still trying to process what this human had done. No… she was a human! There was no silly concept like magic.

Samantha felt embarrassed having the mech so close to her. He was rather attractive for a robot, "I~I'm not sure what else I can show you. But I shouldn't be casting spells out in the open. I'm already in trouble for having Mikaela see me."

Jazz pushed Sideswipe away and took the mech's place, "Why is that, little lady?" Taking a deep breath, his processor melted from her scent. However, he wasn't the only one. The rest of the Autobots, Sunstreaker included, all covered their mouths, each fighting back the enchanting scent of the human. Whatever she had done with this so-called magic opened the flood gates to her strange but remarkable smell.

Optimus drew his head back and sighed. Beneath his interface panel, his spike throbbed in pain. 'Primus, what has happened to me?' Licking the roof of his mouth, he couldn't stop the lustful stare he gave Samantha. And he wasn't the only one. Ironhide was flexing his arm and showing off his cannons again. Ratchet coughed as the mouth-watering scent consumed his sensors… he needed more.

Samantha noticed the strange look the bots were giving her, "Are you guys alright?"

Optimus nodded, "Yes. Now about those glasses." He would continue his conversation about magic later, but he needed them to get back on track. The other bots were still costumed and lost to their sensors. Prowl's processor was glitching up, and his wings were quivering in delight.

Samantha shook her head, "Wait, I'm not just handing you my great-grandfather's glasses." Mikaela looked nervous. Was she really telling this massive bot no?

Ratchet spoke up, barely able to realize where he was, "If the Decepticons find the Allspark, they will use its power to transform Earth's machines and build a new army."

"Okay. But can I just ask you one question, Optimus?" The large Autobot kneeled down and nodded, "Why should I trust you? I don't know you."

Optimus sighed. He knew this would be a possibility. At the same time, his spark was glad to see the human was diligent with who she trusted. "You have my word as a Prime, Samantha Witwicky. We mean you and your race, no harm."

Samantha avoided Optimus's gaze. Her heart was pounding. How can a robot have such an attractive and powerful voice? "So I have your word then?" She twirled her wand in her hands and eyed Optimus.

He nodded, "Yes."

Lifting her wand, she waved his horizontally across his mouth, "Alright then. I'll give you the glasses." Optimus's servo dug into the ground as a strange wave passed over his protoform. His spark was wanting to reach out and grab the femme. Never in all his cycles had his spark burned just by smelling a femme. Samantha gasped when a giant hand picked her up. She was brought right in front of Jazz's face.

"Why don't you let me drive you home. C'mon, I know I'm the mech you want." Behind his visor, she could barely see his optics, but he winked at her. However, she was quickly snatched away by Ironhide, who kept her close to his spark chamber.

"Nice try. The human doesn't need to be in an accident." Jazz was growling at him and had a murderous look.

Again, Samantha was stolen away, surprisingly by Prowl, "Forgive these sparklings. Allow me to accompany you home, Miss Wit~ Samantha." He used her name as she asked.

"Uh?" Samantha was confused about why they all wanted to drive her home. Mikaela was awkwardly still standing on the ground, watching the situation play out.

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker soon came into play, though Sunstreaker didn't look interested, "I've got the femme. I know she'll like my interior, right, Sunstreaker?"

Sunstreaker gagged at the idea of having the human inside of him, "Why would any of you want that oily fleshbag inside of you?" She smelt nice, obviously, but she was dirty and would get dirt all over his insides.

Samantha grew embarrassed by his cruel words, "Hey, I didn't ask to be thrown into the dirt. I'm usually very hygienic. And stop calling me a fleshbag. It's mean."

Sideswipe hit his brother's side, "Damn it, Sunstreaker, stop insulting the human."

Sunstreaker sneered, "And what are you gonna do if I don't?" From the palm of Sideswipes hand, she snapped her fingers, and they witnessed a small light appear. Sunstreaker's glossa became stuck to the roof of his mouth. He tried to speak, but his glossa was fastened.

Sideswipe watched with a massive smile as his brother tried to speak, "What did you do?"

Sam looked at the mech, holding her, "I just curse his tongue to the roof of his mouth. Maybe if he learns to be nicer, I'll undo it." Sunstreaker was about to grab her and demand she undo whatever this was, but Ratchet beat him to it.

"A femme that can keep Sunstreaker quiet? I think this femme's after my spark." Ratchet said with a massive grin. Finally, the aft that was Sunstreaker couldn't talk. "Now, about those tests?" He couldn't wait to see what her DNA was like. Perhaps he might better understand this 'magic' she was using. So far, he was already enjoying it.

Bumblebee grabbed Samantha and growled at the others, "She's my charge. I'll be taking her." He looked at Samantha and smiled, "It's the least I can do since she fixed my vocal processor."

The fighting between the mechs came to an end when Optimus grabbed her and Mikaela, "The femmes will be accompanied by me. I still have some questions I would like to discuss with her." He promptly transformed and started driving off. The rest of the bots transformed and chased after their leader. Though Jazz and Bumblebee were growling that Optimus got to take the femme home.

Samantha sat in the driver's seat and rubbed her head, "I could've just apparated home." She whispered.

Optimus's voice came through the radio, "Forgive me if my men or I have made you uncomfortable. Would you be willing to tell me more about this 'magic' and its function?'

Mikaela, who was in the seat beside her, nodded, "Seriously, though. How long have you been a witch?"

"You were not aware of Miss Witwicky's abilities?"

Mikaela looked at the radio, "I didn't know magic or alien robots existed until an hour ago."

Samantha sighed, 'This is going to be a long ride home.'

(45 Minutes Later)

On the ride home, Samantha explained to Optimus and Mikaela the concepts of magic. Though Optimus kept asking question after question for the words she was using.

Mikaela leaned back in her seat, "Okay. So let me see if I'm hearing this right. You're not allowed to tell people like me about magic?"

Samantha nodded, "Yes. It is illegal."

Optimus hummed, "Why is this illegal, might I ask, young spark?" The seat belt tightened around her, and he forced her deeper into the soft and comfy seat.

"It's a long~long story. I have a book at my house on the history of magic, which explains it better than me. Long story short, a council of wizards came together to keep magic hidden from muggles to preserve wizardkind."

"Preserve? I'm afraid I do not understand."

Samantha looked at the radio, "A long time ago, when magic wasn't hidden from muggles. Our kind was being hunted, so we decided to go into hiding permanently. I can't tell anyone I'm a witch; I have to dress like a muggle, and absolutely no spell casting in public." Everything she was saying passed through Optimus's comm-link.

"Sorry to interrupt, little lady," Jazz's voice came through the radio, "But what were these humans doing to ya?" Mikaela looked away and knew where this was going.

"If we were lucky… hanging. Though most witches were being burned alive. Muggles weren't very good at understanding magic. They believed it was evil and that we needed to be purged. You can still find this on the internet. It's one of the few things muggles still talk about. Look up the Salem Witch trials. That should give you a good description of what we were dealing with."

The Autobots did as instructed, and a series of growls came through the radio. Even Optimus was growling as he read about the foul treatment humans had exhibited on their own kind. It seems human society was much more complicated than he initially thought. Ratchet spoke up, "I do trust you won't mind my test, Samantha. But I still find this concept of magic hard to grasp." It defied his understanding of science.

Samantha shifted uncomfortably, and Optimus noticed, "Well… you're not going to find much, I think. And before any of you ask, magic is an inherited trait. You can't learn it."

"Of course," Came Ratchet's reply, "Would it be possible for you to fix Prowl's processor like you had Bumblebee's vocal processor?" Primus, he hoped so. Prowl felt his spark stop. Would she be able to fix his processor? He hadn't thought about that.

"I~I… I'm not sure." Samantha didn't want to get anyone's hope up, "I fixed Bumblebee's throat, not his mind. The mind, no matter the race, is very complex and can't just be meddled with. And magic tends to make machines and electronics short out or explode. So, I'm not all too surprised you don't know about it." The seat belt tightened even more. Strangely she felt safe being snuggled into Optimus's seat. "But… I can try it. If that is okay with Prowl, of course."

Prowl spoke up, "I would be grateful if you were able to fix my processor." If she would, she might just win his spark over right there. The damn glitch in his processor made his life hellish. He was a Praxis, one of the rarest subgroups of cybertronians, and his fragmented processor made everything difficult. It was also the leading cause of why he never found a sparkmate. What femme wants a mech who can't go two solar cycles without crashing? Prowl thought back to when he was parked in front of Samantha's house and how she washed his wings. His wing had been quivering ever since to feel her touch. And at Bolivia's car shop in that brief moment, she touched his door. 'I just need her to touch my wings once more. That is all I ask for Primus.' If he was her charge, he'd take such care for the femme. Not hearing Sunstreaker complain for this entire ride was already a blessing to his processor.

Samantha had yet to lift the spell on Sunstreaker, but she was already starting to feel guilty about it. 'I hope he's not too angry with me.'

(Back Alley)

Getting out of Optimus, Samantha patted the seat, "Alright, wait here, I'll go get the glasses." Though she'd have to be careful that he didn't touch them. She still hasn't figured out what type of dark magic has been put on the glasses. Sam turned to Mikaela, "Watch them."

Mikaela nodded, "Ya, okay."

Heading to her house, Samantha made sure to walk on the path. Ron peaked his head outside, "Young Lady, do you know what time it is?"

"I know. I'm sorry I just got caught up in something, it won't happen again, I promise." Samantha walked up the steps. Her father was right past the screen door. Glancing back, Sam's heart nearly exploded, 'What is he doing!?' She saw Optimus transform and step over the fence into the yard.

"You know your Mom wanted me to ground you. You know… three minutes late."

Samantha rolled her eyes, "She does know I'm not 16, right?" From the corner of her eye, she saw Bumblebee peaking. The bot was staring at her and waved a little. "Y~you know I really love you, Dad. Do you think you can keep her distracted? I really don't want to have any girl talk tonight, you know?" Sam knew how to play her father.

Ron shivered at the thought of hearing Judy talk to Samantha about sex or masturbation. It was always so awkward, and he didn't want his night to be ruined, "Ya, just make sure to be quiet coming in."

As soon as Ron walked away, Samantha spun around and stood at the edge of the steps, "What are you doing?!"

Optimus looked down, "We need the glasses."

"You couldn't wait five minutes? Nonono~ Optimus, watch it!" The giant Autobot wasn't looking where he was walking and stepped on the fountain.

Hearing a cracking sound, Optimus looked down, "Oops. Sorry, my bad." He genuinely felt embarrassed for stepping on the fountain. The rest of the Autobots were stepping into the yard. Prowl appeared from behind the shed and looked at the backyard. He actually liked how the yard looked. It seemed like a calm place someone like him could read his holopads in peace, away from the twins.

Samantha looked to Mikaela, who came through the back gate, "I told you to watch them."

"Ya, well, they seem to be in a little bit of a rush."

Jazz appeared seemingly from nowhere and kneeled down. His face was right next to them, "Chill, little lady. Don't want a sweet spark like you getting worried." The bot couldn't help but admire the femme's complexion.

Samantha looked to Jazz. The dashing mech was giving her that all-powerful smile of his, "Can you please go wait in the~ Oh what now?" She couldn't finish when she heard Ironhide growl and a dog bark. Looking over, they watch Mojo pee on Ironhide's foot. Rushing around, she held up her hands, "Whoa, whoa, put the guns away."

Ironhide growled at the rodent being held by the femme before him. If that rodent taints her scent, he'd gladly destroy it. "You have a rodent infestation. Shall I terminate?" His cannons started to spin.

"Yes, he is a rodent, but he's my mother's Chihuahua."

"He leaked lubricant all over my foot!" Ironhide glared at the rodent.

'Lubricant?' Samantha looked down at his foot, "He peed on you? Mojo… get in the house." Dropping her dog into the air, he floated off back into the house. His tiny legs kicked the air. He hated when Samantha did this. "I'm sorry about him."

"My foot is gonna rust." He crossed his arms and grumbled. Why wouldn't she let him blast the insolent rodent? Snapping her fingers, the pee on his foot disappeared, and a strange wave crawled up the mech's leg. "There. Happy?"

Ironhide looked at his foot and smiled, "Remind me to find out what else you can do, human." Levitating dogs, making Sunstreaker shut his mouth, and now cleaning his armor. This femme had to be pining for his spark, especially with what she did to Sunstreaker.

Samantha jumped when a foot slammed onto the ground to her left. Sunstreaker was glaring at her and pointing to his mouth. "O~Oh, sorry. I forgot." Waving her hand, Sunstreaker was finally able to speak again.

The mech clenched his denture, "Do that again, femme, and I might just miss where I step." His foot tapped the ground.

"Sorry 'bout him," Sideswipe pushed Sunstreaker away. "What, Sunny, mad that a little human finally did us a favor and shut your aft up?" He broke out, laughing at his brother's furious gaze.

"Ugh!" Samantha turned around and weaved through Optimus's legs. Her scent hit him full force and nearly made him lose balance. "Everyone, please be quiet and go hide." She looked back to Optimus, the mech was giving her a strange look, "And don't break anything else." She'll have to fix the fountain later.

"Just hurry," Optimus said, though it came out much more forceful than he intended. Waving his hand, he turned to his fellow bots, "Autobots, recon."

Bumblebee kneeled down to the window and looked into the house. 'What do humans use all this stuff for?' Looking closer, he saw Samantha's parents sitting on the couch. Ron was distracting Judy as Samantha slipped by and went upstairs. Leaning closer, Bee tried to get a better look inside, but he never noticed the toadstool growing between the wall and ground. His faceplate hit an invisible barrier causing him to bounce back. "What the scrap?" Lifting a servo, he poked the air and couldn't push his finger any further. Was this some invisible forcefield? His scanners weren't picking up anything.

Jazz also attempted to lean closer towards the house and couldn't go any farther, "Optimus, somethings blocking me." He tried pushing his hand into the open window. The sudden screaming of a cat made him jump and hit the underside of the house.

Ratchet looked around, "Where is that sound coming from?"

Prowl, Ratchet, and Ironhide jumped back when Samantha appeared from the second-floor window. Snapping her wand, the sound of screaming cats stopped, "What are you doing?" The three mechs were confused, "You can't enter the house. It's sealed. Look, the glasses are in a case. I will get them, just please be quiet. I don't want to have to obliviate my own parents."

Ironhide looked at the other bots when she left, "Obliviate?" What was that?

Rushing into her lab, which was hidden in her closet, she went to the glass case holding the glasses. "All this over a pair of glasses… I swear." Pulling the handle, the small glass door wouldn't budge, "What the hell?" Samantha gripped the handle with both hands and pulled. Why wasn't the case opening? From the corner of her eye, Sam could see Optimus lifting Mikaela up to the window. 'NONONO!' Running out of her closet, she stopped Mikaela from crossing the threshold into her bedroom. "Stop!"

Optimus jumped back from Samantha's sudden appearance. "Time is short."

Samantha grabbed Mikaela's hand and pulled her into the room. The young woman felt a strange force crush her chest before it let up. "Are you trying to kill her? My bedroom is sealed with a deadly enchantment."

"I… was unaware. Please forgive me. It was not my intention to harm her." Looking closer to the edge of the window, he saw strange symbols carved into the frame. Running a quick scan, he couldn't find any language on these symbols. Samantha turned and pulled Mikaela into her room. Meanwhile, Optimus slammed his servo to his faceplate. He was not making a first good impression with this femme.

Jazz, who was leaning against the house, smirked at Optimus, "Never thought I'd see the cycle where OP gets hounded by a human." If this femme wasn't afraid to get angry at Optimus, she was a keeper. 'I wonder what music the femme listens to.'

Sideswipe peaked around the corner and looked into the femme's room. His faceplate burned as his optics clouded, 'There's that scent again. Is this where the femme recharges?' Glancing over towards Sunstreaker, a cruel smirk appeared, "Hey, Sunstreaker. C'mere." This would be priceless.

Sunstreaker growled as he marched over, not caring that he stepped on a few plants, "What is it?" The mech was blindsided by the powerful scent coming from the femme's room. Covering his mouth, he snarled at his brother. Sideswipe knew better than anyone that, through all his anger and hatred for these humans, this bizarre scent drove his brother insane. The two started roughhousing, mainly Sunstreaker trying to rip Sideswipe's helm off, and they crashed into Prowl and Ratchet. The four of them crashed into a powerline and were left groaning.

Ratchet coughed, "You fragging sparklings! Look what you did!" Samantha's backyard was now even more of a wreck. At this rate, the femme wouldn't agree to him running his tests. A bolt of electricity hit the medic making his faceplate burn... his fragging spike was hard.

(Before the Power Outage)

Leading Mikaela into her lab, Samantha laughed at the star-struck expression on her face, "Sorry if it's messy. I don't usually have anyone in here."

Mikaela covered her mouth as she stared at the massive room and the ceiling, which was bewitched to look like the night sky, "Oh my god." This had to be a dream. There were no aliens and no such thing as magic. She was going to wake up in a hospital bed and was told she had a concussion.

Samantha pulled Mikaela to the glass case holding the glasses, "Okay, here they are. Can you help me open this? I think it's stuck."

"Why are your great-grandfather's glasses locked up?" They both pulled the handle, but the door wouldn't budge.

"The glasses are cursed with some type of dark magic, and I just put them in here as a precaution. Grr~" She pulled the handle with all her might. The two girls lost their grip and fell to the ground. "What is going on?" Samantha stood up and looked at the case.

"What's wrong?"

Sam studied the runes inscribed onto the case and noticed they weren't the same ones she had written, "Ohh… this is not good." Samantha winced and covered her face, "I think the glasses are trapped behind the case."

Mikaela shook her head in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"I think the magic coming from the glasses corrupted my runes. I can't open the case." A feeling of dread came over her.

"Can't you just… I don't know, use some magic to open it?" This was all new to her, so she didn't know what to do or say.

"I don't think that's going to work. Besides, these glass cases are created with the intention of not being opened by magic."

Mikaela looked around the lab and noticed a few other glass cases, "What are all these?" Behind one glass case was an opal necklace and another… was that a rubber duck?

Samantha lightly tugged her hair as she stressed out, "I research dark artifacts for the Magical Congress. Try not to touch anything. Almost everything in this room could make you die a terrible death."

Mikaela pointed to one of the cases across from them, "It's a rubber duck… how could that possibly~"

"I don't have time to explain right now; we need these glasses, and I can't reach them."

"Well, they're gonna be pissed, so what do you wanna do?" Mikaela asked while looking back towards Samantha's bedroom.

Samantha let loose an irritated sigh, "Okay. I'm gonna have to tell them they're gonna have to wait to get the glasses."

"How long is that going to take?" She doubted those robots could wait another five minutes. Samantha slowly turned to Mikaela. She looked pale.

"A~mganoua" She mumbled out.

"I'm sorry?" Mikaela asked while leaning closer.

"A month."

Mikaela's felt light-headed, "A month?! Those robots can't wait another five minutes, let alone a month. Can't we ask them to break the case open?"

"It's sealed with magic. A solar flare could hit this box and wouldn't even cause a scratch."

Mikaela covered her face, "This is a nightmare." The two of them fell to their knees when the floor beneath them started to shake. "What was that?"

Samantha looked towards her bedroom door and saw her lights had gone out. She quickly rushed out of the closet and became blinded with Ironhide shining a light into her bedroom. "Ironhide, what are you doing? Turn off the light before~"

"Samantha, are you in there?" Her Dad called out as he knocked on the door. She could hear Judy as well.

Ironhide quickly turned off the light as she asked. 'This femme's parents are very annoying.' As she left to answer her door, the rest of the Autobots stuck close to the wall.

Samantha opened her bedroom door and saw her parents standing there, looking angry and confused. "Yes?" She asked calmly. In the back of her room, Mikaela was hiding under her desk.

"What's all that noise? We heard you talking to someone." Ron stated, "And there was a light."

"I was… just practicing some spells. You know, refreshing on the Lumos charm." Ron didn't look convinced by her statement. He pushed past the door.

"Ya well, I know I heard you talking to someone." He started looking around her room, much to Samantha's annoyance.

"Uh~hello, you can't just walk into my room. I do have dangerous things in here. Also, there is this thing called privacy."

Ron looked back, "My house, my rules."

Samantha sighed and muttered under her breath, "It's not like I want to be here anyway."

"What was that?"

She shook her head, "Nothing." However, what she didn't know was the Autobots had heard her, thanks to their superb hearing.

Judy looked over her daughter and brushed her shoulder, "Sammy, you're filthy. Were you… masturbating?"

Ron and Samantha were shaking their heads. "Judy, stop. Please, for crying out loud." Why was she always trying to bring this stuff up?

Samantha's face was on fire, and her body and soul were filled with embarrassment, "Mom, no, I wasn't… doing that."

Outside, the Autobots were confused. What was masturbating? One-by-one, their optics dimmed as they researched the word. All of them, including Optimus and Sunstreaker, had their faceplates heating up. Jazz choked a bit as he envisioned the femme doing something so… private. Masturbation wasn't exclusive to humans. So it seems their species had more in common than they thought. Optimus shivered at the idea of Samantha pleasing herself. Even though she was of a different species, he found himself wondering what her expression would be like during an overload. Do humans experience overloads like them? Optimus couldn't dwell on the subject because he noticed Ron was looking around, "Parents." He motioned his hand, signaling for his men to hide.

Samantha watched as her father checked the bathroom. From the window behind him, she saw Optimus, 'Optimus!'

"Whoa!" The Prime said and quickly moved back, crashing into the house in the process.

"Earthquake!" Ron shouted and balanced himself against the door. Samantha gave a defeated sigh as she saw the sparks shoot from behind the window. "Another one, another earthquake. Aftershock! Get in the doorway. Oh man, I hate these."

Samantha pinched the bridge of her nose, 'The house is protected by magic, Dad. We don't have to worry about it collapsing.' Looking towards her Mom, Samantha sighed, "What do you see in him?"

Judy smirked, "He has his moments."

"Judy, get in the doorway!"

"Just not now. Sweetie, are you sure you weren't having a Sammy's Fun Time?"

Samantha groaned, "Good Lord." She noticed her mother was swaying, "Are you drunk?"

"It was just a glass or two of wine."

Samantha saw Optimus and the rest of the Autobots attempting to hide from her peripherals as her father went to the window. Sitting against the edge of her window, she leaned back ever so slightly to see Optimus pressed against the side of her house. Down below, Jazz and Bumblebee were hiding. The white and blue mech saw her and gave a thumbs up while smirking. 'Well… at least they're a comedic bunch.'

"Sammie, what are you looking at?" Judy caught her looking out the window.

"Uh~nothing." Before Judy could come over, they were pulled back by Ron's groaning.

"Jeez! The yard is destroyed." And he spent so much time putting it together. The man was so preoccupied with the destroyed yard and power line that he didn't notice the giant hand that barely appeared from the corner. Ron turned back, "A blown transformer and power pole sparkin' all over the place. Gone… all gone!" He usually wouldn't be so selfish to do this, but… "Sam! You mind?"

Samantha watched her father walk back into the room, "What happened to no casting spells in the yard."

"Can you just fix it? I don't want to have to pay for this mess."

Heading back to the window, she leaned out and noticed the yard was even worse than when she saw it last. Gazing up towards Optimus, she couldn't help but chuckle at his expression as he attempted to 'hide.' 'Okay, that is pretty funny.' Pulling her wand from her sleeve, she twirled it. The Autobots watched as the yard quickly became repaired. The shattered remains of the stone fountain came back together with water flowing back into it. The broken powerline lifted off the ground and reconnected at the seam while the cables reconnected. Optimus optics were wide as she fixed the damage they made to the backyard. He was genuinely left speechless by what was happening.

Sideswipe spoke through the comm-link, :Are you all seeing this?!: The greenhouse he accidentally stepped on rose from its rubble and reformed into its original state.

Ratchet felt giddy at seeing this. He couldn't wait to see what this human's DNA was like. Who knows what mysteries it might unravel. :I must say the femme does not cease to impress me.: This was a lot coming from Ratchet, who hated almost everyone.

Ironhide, however, was slowly growing more irritated by the nano-second. 'Do these parental units not respect their daughter's boundaries?' To walk into a femme's chamber's unannounced, even if they are her parents, was unacceptable. Then to make him feel embarrassed by mentioning something very private. Ironhide hated being embarrassed and hearing them talk about Samantha's… fun time. The mech's faceplate burned as he pictured the human in a compromising position. And that succulent scent the femme produced was making his already throbbing spike harden to new levels.

"Sammy, were you thinking about Trent perhaps during your fun time?" He heard Judy ask.

All of the Autobots immediately locked up and growled,… who the frag was Trent? Ironhide changed his arm into a cannon and started heating up, "The parents are very irritating. May I take them out?" If he eliminated them, would they be allowed to keep the human?

To the side, surprisingly, it was Ratchet who was lifting Ironhide's cannon to the window nodding his head violently. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker snickered. Since when did Ratchet act so energetic? Ratchet came out of his heated moment and shook his helm. What just happened? Besides him, the twins were laughing at him. 'I'll show those two what they can laugh about.' Reaching into his backplate, he pulled out his emergency wrench and brandished it towards the two. The twins instantly stopped. Ratchet and a wrench would make any mech cower in fear.

Optimus had heard Ironhide and came around the side, "Ironhide, you know we don't harm humans. What is with you?" Though he wouldn't deny Samantha's parents were somewhat irritating.

Ironhide shrugged, "Well, I'm just saying we could. It's an option. And what if she wants me too?"

Optimus seemed to second guess himself as he thought about Ironhide's words. Samantha did seem to loathe her parents and how they barged into her berth-chamber. "Hmmm… only if she requests us to." A wave traveled down the Prime's back. The thought of pleasing this human seemed to be the only thing that mattered. If it weren't for that blasted scent, he doubted he'd have these thoughts. And the mention of this Trent person. Was he her sparkmate? The idea of such a strange but fascinating human being taken made a pool of anger build in his spark. Some human got to inhale that femme's scent everyday… Optimus's hand slowly crushed the wall of the house. He quickly let go when his servo burned. 'What is this?' He and the femme were going to be having a long talk about magic. Any cybertronian in their right processor couldn't just ignore what she had been doing.

Meanwhile, Prowl peaked through the bathroom window. Behind his visor, he was glaring at Samantha's parents. His wings were shaking uncontrollably, was the femme truly bonded? Like the rest of them, this possible information didn't sit well with him, and he couldn't explain why.

Samantha's face was flushed red, and snow started falling from the ceiling, "Mom, please stop talking." Mikaela was right under her desk, and she didn't need the muggle thinking she was interested in Trent.

"Sammy, you are so emotional right now. Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" Judy asked as she brushed some snow off her daughter's shoulders. "Sweetie, you really must stop rolling in the dirt."

Ron pulled Judy away, "C'mon, Judy, we're not having this conversation again. And Sam," He looked back, "Uh~no fun-time in my house." He didn't want to think or even know that his daughter was masturbating. In the back of his mind, Ron silently prayed she wasn't interested in Trent. If he ever came near his daughter, he'd hit the boy with his car, not even caring it might get dented.

Judy stumbled out of the room. The wine was really hitting her, "Don't worry, Sammy, we can talk later." When they left, Samantha stood there, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"I'm so sorry you had to see and hear that." Samantha turned to Mikaela.

Mikaela gave a small smile, "You're Mom seems really nice."

"You say that until she embarrassed you in front of another girl and eight robots hiding outside your house." Moving to the window, Samantha took a deep breath, 'He's going to be so mad.' Leaning out, she waved to Optimus.

The red and blue mech leaned close. His glossa licked the roof of his mouth. The femme's scent was a gift from Primus. It had to be. "Do you have the glasses?" His voice was a bit husky.

Samantha nodded very fast, "I do, and they're safe, I promise." Optimus sighed in relief, "But… we have a slight problem."

Sunstreaker walked over and growled, "What now!?" All she had to do was grab a pair of glasses, was this human completely useless?

Sam rolled her eyes at Sunstreaker, "The glasses are locked in an enchanted case, and I can't open it."

"Smash the fragging thing!" Sunstreaker yelled.

"What part of enchanted don't you understand?" Samantha hissed out, "I can get you the glasses, but it is going to take me time to lift the spell on the case without damaging the glasses."

Optimus let loose an irritated sigh, "How long?"

"I… don't know. A day… a week, or Merlin forbid a month."

"Grr~" A growl of irritation escaped the Prime. He wasn't mad at Samantha, just this situation. "We need to find the cube before the Decepticons."

"Look, there is only one pair of these glasses, and you said Megatron crash-landed here on Earth, right?" He nodded, though still a bit irritated, "Then you can last a month, alright?"

Bumblebee stood up close to the window, "Just bring it out here so we can open it."

Samantha jumped a bit from hearing his voice… he did have an incredible voice. In fact, they all did. Deep and strong. 'B~bad thoughts, Samantha.' She told herself, "It's sealed with magic. Do any of you understand what magic actually is?" Bee shook his head, "Magic is its own powerful force with its own rules. Besides, the case is also bewitched to harm anyone besides me who tries to open it with brute force."

Ironhide chucked, "I think we can handle a tiny box, little femme." He flexed his arm as if he were showing off his muscles, which he didn't have. Though if he were human, she imagined he'd be ripped.

"Fine… you wanna try and open it?" Snapping her fingers, the box appeared above them and landed on the ground with a bang. The glasses were unharmed. "Feel free. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Optimus kneeled down and grabbed the box containing the glasses, leaning close, he attempted to scan through the glass, but his scanner just bounced off it. 'Thank Primus. The cube is so close.' He was about to force the little door open but stopped himself. Samantha's warning had him on edge. Was it really safe for him to be attempting to fiddle with something beyond his understanding? He did not know what magic was, and she was adamant he would be hurt. Sighing, he handed the glass case back to her. "If you are certain that this will harm my men or me, then we can wait. I won't risk one of us being harmed."

Sunstreaker was furious, "Are you fragging kidding me? Hand me the case, I'll open it." He was about to snatch it back from Samantha, but Optimus stopped him.

"Enough, Sunstreaker. We do not know the extent or power of this 'magic,' and I won't risk one of us coming to meaningless harm. I trust she will give us the glasses as soon as possible." He looked at her for confirmation.

Samantha nodded, "I will. I just need time."

(3 Hours Later)

Samantha sat in a junkyard, with Mikaela next to her. Ratchet was in the middle of scanning her and taking a bit of her hair. It was midnight, and the two humans were utterly exhausted. Samantha rubbed her eyes and yawned, 'At least they let me take a shower before leaving.' She winced when Ratchet pulled a strand of her hair out.

Ratchet noticed the pain he caused, "My apologies. Just a few more tests, you have my word." Ratchet was in awe as he studied this human's morphology. It was unlike any organic being he'd ever seen. Tapping away at his holopad, Optimus stood next to him, looking over his scans. "Incredible." Ratchet mumbled as he scanned her hair follicle. "No sign of cellular decomposition after extraction."

Optimus kneeled down and continued his series of questions, "So to make certain of what you are saying. Magic allows you to transform an inanimate object into something alive?" He found it hard to believe until she turned a tire into a horde of rats, which quickly ran away.

Samantha nodded, "Yes. It's called transfiguration because I'm transforming one object into another. Just as conjuration allows me to bring something that doesn't exist into existence." It was very hard for her to explain how magic worked because they kept trying to tie scientific reasoning into what she could do.

But Ratchet's research on her was inconclusive. There was no scientific explanation that he could give to explain her abilities. Magic was a foreign power that, clearly, they were unaware of. Optimus hummed as he took the holopad from Ratchet. For the first time in cycles, Optimus was brimming with curiosity. Having worked closely with the Allspark, he was always fascinated by the unknown. And Samantha Witwicky was an enigma that he desperately wanted to understand. The past researcher inside his spark wanted to keep asking questions, but he could tell the femme was tired. "I apologize for keeping you from recharge."

She shrugged, "It's fine. I never expected an advanced alien race to be so fascinated by magic."

Jazz sneaked up behind her, "Are you kiddin'? You've gotta show me everything you can do, little femme. Hey, Bee, you mind if I take these femmes home?"

Bumblebee frowned and attempted to snatch Samantha away, "She's my charge. I'll make sure she's taken care of." It was really starting to irk Bumblebee how Jazz was trying to steal his charge.

Samantha sighed, 'I'm too tired for this.' She looked to Bumblebee, "Why don't you let him just take Mikaela, and I home this once. He's been asking all night." She'd never seen someone so desperate to take her home. Bumblebee gave a sad whine, not his charge too! His wings fell, and he looked heartbroken. "I~if you really want to. You can pick me up tomorrow, I guess. I was just going to apparate here, but if it means that much to you." She didn't want them to feel like they were required to drive her places.

Mikaela looked at Sam, "Isn't your Dad going to notice your car is missing by tomorrow?" She pointed to Bumblebee.

"I'll just cast a charm on him. He'll never notice." She glanced at Bee, "Besides, I'd feel kinda bad if you had to spend all night parked in my driveway." He wasn't just a car, but a living being. Jazz was practically jumping.

Meanwhile, Ironhide, Prowl, and the twins were glaring at him… they wanted to drive her home. And while Sunstreaker acted like he wasn't interested in the human, but he was curious about this magic. She mentioned a few minutes ago how she used to use it and pull pranks when she was younger. As Jazz transformed into his alt-form, Samantha took one last look at the glass case holding her great-grandfather's glasses. She decided to let the Autobots hold onto it, only because it was the only thing that would make them leave her house. A feeling of dread filled her, 'I don't want to leave those here, but… ugh… I just hope they don't try to open it.' Thankfully, Optimus was keeping a watchful eye on them. He wanted the glasses just as much as her.

Getting into Jazz, the seat belt wrapped around her, and the heater was turned on. "Alright, little femme! Let's get you two home." He tuned into Journey.

Samantha and Mikaela looked at each other, "Is that, Don't Stop Believing?" How did he even know what that was? Neither questioned it as Jazz drove off. He was the happiest mech on Earth… and now he had Samantha's wonderful scent cultivating inside his alt-form.

(20 Minutes Later)

After dropping Mikaela off, Jazz made sure to take the longest route he could find. He wanted to keep this femme inside him as long as possible. "You feeling alright, little femme?"

"My name is Samantha. You do know that, right?"

Jazz hummed, "Ya… but little femme suits you better." He grunted when she shifted in his seat. Primus having her touch him, was driving his processor to the brink. Bumblebee was the luckiest damn mech in the galaxy. If he was her guardian, she'd never be getting out of his alt-form. "You have any requests, little femme?" He turned his radio.

"I never thought you'd like human music. Don't you have any on Cybertron?"

"Nah, nothing like what you humans got."

Samantha leaned back and tried to think about someone Jazz would like. This entire ride, they've been listening to such a wide variety of music, she couldn't figure out if he had a specific group he wanted. "I think I know someone you'll like. Do you mind?" She touched the radio.

"Let's hear it!"

Tuning the station, Samantha smiled when she heard Elvis Presley's voice, "I hope you don't mind Elvis. What am I saying? Everyone loves Elvis." It was one of his most famous songs, Can't Help Falling Love.

As Jazz listened to the song, he couldn't stop smiling. This femme had great taste! 'What else does she listen to?' As he listened to the words in the song, his spark started beating faster. And the soothing tone of the music made his audio receptors ring in delight. 'S~Scrap, what is going on with me?' He coughed in embarrassment, "It looks like our little femme is a romantic."

Samantha looked away while blushing, "H~hey, it's a good song. I~is it a crime to think about falling in love?" Even amongst wizards, this song was popular. Everyone loved Elvis.

Jazz huffed, "Thought you were with that Trent guy?" Luckiest fragging human if you asked him.

Samantha gagged, "T~trent? I'd sooner slit my wrists than be with Trent. My mother is delusional about this relationship she thinks we have. Trust me, I hate his guts. Besides, he's dating Mikaela."

Jazz's engine revved, "Little femme, You shouldn't talk about hurting yourself." His tone changed back to his playful self, "Besides, with you gone, who am I gonna listen to all this music with?"

She patted his seat and felt it shake, "Aw, you're sweet." Imagine that. She'd be inside an alien robot listening to Elvis. This certainly was a strange night. The closer they got to Samantha's house, the more Jazz's faceplate started to burn. He refrained from talking because he kept fumbling with his words. The femme's scent wore his resolve down, and all he could think about was interfacing. And the fact she kept putting on songs he liked… Primus, help him!

Pulling up to her house, Jazz's form was a shaking mess. The heater was running on full blast, and he had yet to unlock her door. 'F~frag that scent. Just another hour or two.' He should have just gone in the wrong direction. "W~well, here we are, Samantha."

The black-haired-witch smirked, "Hey, you finally said my name. Thanks for driving me home. You're very sweet." Getting an idea, she leaned down and kissed the Autobot insignia on his steering wheel. Jazz's spark jolted as his optics turned white. He was shaking uncontrollably. She couldn't leave him yet. Behind his interface panel, his spike throbbed with need. She didn't know, but his insignia was very sensitive. As Sam pulled on the handle, she couldn't open the door, "Jazz? Are you going to open the door?" He wasn't answering, "Jazz?"

The door swung open, almost hitting the mailbox, "Sorry 'bout that. S~see ya later, sweet spark?" It took all his self-strength to open his door and let his femme out.

"Sweet Spark?" Samantha rolled her eyes, jokingly, "I wonder what other nicknames you all are going to come up with." Ironhide called her Sweet Spark earlier. Closing the door, she thought about the nickname, 'What is a spark?' She doubted it meant the same thing as an ignition spark. "Bye, Jazz. Sweet dreams. Thanks again for the ride." Despite all the trouble the Autobots caused her tonight, they were very kind.

Jazz watched the femme head into her house before driving away. Reaching an empty tunnel a few miles away, he transformed and leaned against the wall. His helm resting against his forearm as he glossa fell from his mouth while panting. Steam escaped the mech's mouth. Below, a purple liquid ran from the seams of his interface panel. "F~frag." The femme's scent caused him to overload. And he wanted more of it.

(Author Notes)

And that is it for Chapter 5. Boy was that long XD. I hope all of you can forgive me for keeping you waiting. I've just been so busy. And as you can see with the length of this chapter, it did require some time to write. Also, as you can see, I'm not following the traditional story path. But don't worry, Sector Seven will be making an appearance. I just wanted to add in some time with the Autobots before that. And how will Soundwave react to seeing the Autobots around his femme?

By the way. Review responses will no longer be apart of my stories. I've been informed by Fanfiction that they aren't allowed. Apparently, I can't speak to my readers in my stories. Oh well, That doesn't mean I won't send people PM!