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(Chapter 6)

(Continuing from the Last Chapter)

Soundwave's arms were crossed as he listened to Barricade. It was taking all of Soundwave's self-control to not shoot the mech's helm off.

"B~but I have important information~the Autobots are~" Soundwave punched him. Sparks were flying as his fist connected with his jaw. Words couldn't describe his rage.

"Barricade: Failed Objective/ Presence known by Autobots." But worst of all, they had his human. If those vile Autobots harmed the femme, they would see just how terrifying he could be. Inside his chest place, Rumble and Frenzy were in recharge.

Barricade got up, "That human is the descendant of Archibald Witwicky. Maybe she knows where Lord Megatron~" Soundwave silenced him by crushing his vocal processor.

"Silence." Soundwave said as his entire form shook, "Soundwave will lead reconnaissance on Lord Megatron's whereabouts." This was one of the few times he spoke 'normally.'

Barricade broke free from Soundwave's grip, "Y~yea? And what about that fragging human you're babysitting?"

Soundwave growled. Barricade was walking on thin ice. He was not babysitting Dylan Gould. "Human male is a pawn. Once he fulfills his purpose, Soundwave, will terminate." He spoke in the third-person. The human wore his processor and he couldn't wait to ask Megatron for his blessing to exterminate the human and his entire family. They may be human, but they were just as corrupt as the politics on Cybertron. The human race was better off without them.

Soundwave transformed and drove off. Because of Barricade's slip-up, he knew going to the human's house would be dangerous. If she did know Megatron's location, then this situation they were in was truly dire. 'Samantha Witwicky belongs to Soundwave. Autobots deceive femme with lies.' How was he going to get her away from them? He should have taken her when he had the chance. On the windshield of his alt-form, he opened a comm-link with a mech situated on Cybertron.

A purple mech with a singular yellow optic appeared on screen, "Soundwave." His voice rich and deep, "I presume the hunt you have burdened yourself with finding Megatron was a dead end?" Shockwave was driven purely by logic, and he doubted they would find Megatron. There was only a 5.633% chance of success and that number fell every cycle.

Soundwave spoke very calmly, "Shockwave's assistance is needed."

Shockwave would frown if he could, "Our Lord Megatron has commanded I remain on Cybertron." And he didn't want to leave his lab. With Megatron gone he was able to conduct research in total silence.

"Megatron: Somewhere on Earth. Human femme holds the key to victory."

Shockwave was silent. Soundwave was the only mech who knew never to bother him with trivial problems. "Very well. I will make the painful sojourn to that planet. Though you'd best pray that our Lord Megatron is there." Otherwise, Soundwave would be his newest experiment.

(Next Morning)

Samantha turned off her alarm and groaned. It was only 6AM, and she needed to get back to the junkyard. 'Why did I promise I'd be there at 7?' With only five hours of sleep, her sheets were calling her back to bed. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to get up. "Need… wide eye potion… now." Her eyes felt heavy and just attempting to keep them open hurt. Swiping the small vial off her desk, she uncorked the bottle and quickly drank the potion. Within seconds Samantha's eye opened and it felt like she'd gotten a 12-hour nap. "I love this potion."

Quickly getting changed, she grabbed a small bag sitting on the chair by her bed. 'Wand, check. Cauldron, check. Potion ingredients… check.' Samantha silently looked over the supplies inside her bag. She was going to be gone all day. 'I'm out of borage and mandrake root. I hope Optimus won't mind me leaving to pick some up.' Otherwise, this potion was never going to be made.

Taking a deep breath, she quickly scribbled a note down and left it on the counter when she left. She didn't need her mother tearing up Tranquility looking for her… again. Stepping outside, she was greeted with the sight of a yellow Camaro. Samantha approached Bumblebee as he rolled down his window.

"Morning, Sweet Femme!" Bumblebee smiled as she got into him, "I know I didn't mention it the night before, but I owe you for repairing my vocal processor."

Samantha giggled as he thanked her again, "Oh, don't worry about it. I hope I'm not keeping all of you waiting."

Bumblebee chuckled at her energetic personality, "Nope. We all went into recharge after you left. I think the twins were still in recharge when I left."

"Recharge? You mean sleeping?"

Bumblebee's optics dimmed, "Ya, that. You humans sure are a strange bunch with your words."

Samantha felt a blush creep onto her face. Hearing Bumblebee talk was… how can someone's voice sound so calm but full of energy? As they drove back to the junkyard, Samantha felt Bumblebee shaking, 'Why is he always shaking?'

"So, you got a plan to open that case for us?"

"Mhm," She nodded slowly and touched her bag, "I packed a cauldron and a few potion ingredients. I'm going to have to weaken the runes on the case, so that is going to take me most of the day before I can do any real work."

Bumblebee would've tilted his head if he weren't in his alt-form, "Why's that?"

Samantha slammed her hand to her face, "Right, I forgot. So, potion-making is a very delicate art and practice. They take a long time to ferment. Thankfully, the potion I'm brewing won't take too long. A day or two at the most. Some potions can take months to brew."

"Alright. You mind if I ask another question?"

"Yes?"

"What's a potion?" Samantha gave a pitiful sigh… she never thought explaining magic could be so hard.

(30 Minutes Later)

Samantha pinched the bridge of her nose, "No, I'm not doing chemistry." Bumblebee was slowly irritating her. "For the last time. Potions is a branch of magic, and it does not follow your understanding of chemistry. If you were to do what I do with potions, it would just be boiling gunk over an open flame."

Bumblebee opened his door to let Samantha out, "Sorry." He could tell the femme was becoming irritated with him. "I'm just confused. I guess I'll have to research you humans even more to understand this… uh… magic, right?"

A small smile appeared on her face, "It's alright. I'm sorry for snapping at you. But trying to explain things over and over again can get tiring." Bumblebee nodded. He knew that feeling. Samantha turned around and noticed the Autobots were staring at her. "Aren't any of you worried about being caught?" They weren't even hiding in the same storm drain from before.

Ratchet looked at the femme as she approached them, "Hardley. According to Prowl, this scrapyard is abandoned."

Prowl, who was standing not too far, nodded, "This junkyard lost its ownership 5 years, 23 days, 3 hours~" The mech went off explaining the entire history of the junkyard's ownership.

Samantha was waving her hands, silencing the mech, "You don't have to explain it to me, but thanks." His wings dropped ever so slightly. "B~but if you want, you can tell me later. I'd love to hear what you've researched." Slowly, a small smile appeared on Prowl's face and his wings rose again. 'At least he's happy.' From what she could tell, the other bots weren't interested in listening to his long tirade. And while she wasn't all that interested, she at least had the decency to fake it. 'Who knows, maybe he'll say something interesting.'

Sideswipe got down to her level and was grinning like a child, "You gonna do some more of that magic~thing? C'mon, let's see it!"

A small blush crept onto her face, "J~just a little. I have to brew a potion, so maybe you'll like that."

"A… potion? What's that?"

It took all her might to keep her eyes from rolling, 'I'm gonna shoot myself if I have to keep explaining things.' Pulling out the miniature cauldron from her bag, she placed it on the ground. "I'll explain it in a bit. Right now, I need to start brewing, or else we'll never get done." Pulling her wand out, she pointed at the cauldron, "Engorio." The cauldron shook before growing into a massive cauldron, able to hold an entire person.

Sideswipe's grin grew even wider, "You can make things grow?" A new prank was already forming in the mech's processor.

"Are you kidding? That is one of the first spells we learn at Hogwarts." Snapping her fingers, a fire erupted from under the cauldron. "Now, what else do I need?" Flourishing her wand, different ingredients flew out of her bag and floated freely above her head. Waving her hand over the cauldron, a silvery liquid bubbled to the top.

The Autobots watched in fascination as Samantha made this 'potion' as she calls it. Ratchet was scanning everything she did. How was she making those objects float? What was causing the fire beneath the cauldron? He needed to know! The medic had a holopad in his hand and recorded everything he was learning. Prowl was right next to him, doing his own research.

Ironhide scoffed, "Quit bothering the femme." He could tell Samantha was getting irritated by Ratchet and Prowl. Unlike the rest of the bots, Ironhide wasn't questioning what Samantha had been saying. Magic defies science. How hard was that to understand? No sense in trying to disprove it. Samantha glanced up at Ironhide and mouthed a small thank you. Ironhide smirked before winking.

After a few minutes of prepping the potion, she put the massive lid onto the cauldron, "And now we wait." From the seams of the lid a golden light shot out. "Whatever you do, don't open this lid." She looked at each of the bots.

Sunstreaker was frowning at her, "And what if we do?"

Samantha looked over, "Your face will melt away as your body turns to stone. It doesn't matter that you're made of metal. Potions affect all living beings."

Ratchet, who had been scanning the rays of light, looked at her, "What do these potions do exactly?"

"A number of things. Some potions make you lucky, change your appearance, become stronger, fall asleep instantly, or force you to fall in 'love.' You can do a lot more with potions than you think."

"I don't seem to understand. How can you fall in love with a drink?" Was it a form of brainwashing?

"I'm using the word love, very loosely. They're called love potions. They don't actually make you fall in love, that would be impossible, but they cause powerful infatuation or obsession. Though that depends on the type of love potion."

Optimus hummed softly, "So you can force a femme to like a mech against their will?"

"Yes. And it can be used the other way around." The bots growled at the idea. "Love potions are frowned upon. Besides, you'd need to keep administering the potion for it to work." Going into a detailed explanation, Samantha finally started to explain potions to the bots. Her warm-up talk with Bumblebee made her explanation much better the second time around.

Optimus stood with his arms crossed and absorbed everything the femme said. Samantha was starting to fascinate him more and more with every meeting. Closing his optics, he allowed that sweet scent to invade his processor. 'Does the femme know she smells like this?' Looking at his men, he discerned they were all having similar reactions.

Ironhide decided to ask a question that had been burning his processor, "Hey, femme. If you can do all this waving stuff with that stick. You think you could make us some energon?"

Samantha tilted her head, "Energon? I'm not familiar with that."

Reaching into his backplate, he pulled out a small cube of energon and presented it to her, "Think you can make us some more."

Ratchet rolled his optics, "Has your processor decayed? Energon cannot be manufactured." It could only be harvested from suns or mined from energon deposits.

Samantha studied the strange blue liquid in the cube, "Maybe?" Grabbing her wand, she pointed it at the mysterious liquid, "Aqua-Gemino." A purple mist escaped her wand and caused the energon to vibrate. Ironhide nearly toppled back when the energon started spewing out of the cube… it was now light purple. Struggling to hold the cube, it slipped and fell to the ground and continued to pour out galleons of energon. "I'm so sorry!" Flicking her wand, the energon stopped.

Ironhide looked at his hands, 'You've got to be fragging me!' Licking the energon, he burst out laughing, "I asked for energon, and she gave me a high grade!" If he could kiss this femme, he would. Grabbing the cube off the ground, he started drinking away. "Hey, Prime, can we keep this femme?" Ironhide growled in delight as he drank more of the energon. It tasted… frag! It tasted better than what he would get on Cybertron.

Ratchet's jaw nearly fell off, "Impossible!" It would take almost 20 cubes of energon to make even a single drop of high-grade energon. Scooping a small sample, he started scanning the energon.

Meanwhile, Sideswipe was trying to take the energon cube from Ironhide, "C'mon, don't hog it all!"

Ironhide pounded his fist on top of Sideswipe's helm, causing him to collapse to the ground. When he looked up, Samantha was standing in front of him, "It doesn't look like he's gonna share. I guess I can make some for you if you have another one of those cube-things."

"Frag, ya!" Taking the femme into his servo, he was the happiest mech on the planet, "Sunstreaker! Hand over your energon cube."

The yellow mech was sneering at her, "Not gonna happen. I'm not letting this human touch my energon."

"Are you kidding!? This femme can make high-grade, you have to try it!" Sideswipe had gotten a brief taste of it by licking his hand.

"No thanks. Besides I don't need a disgusting human's help in getting more energon." All the mechs, including Optimus, were starting at Sunstreaker like he was an idiot.

Ironhide finished his cube of energon and frowned at the mech, "Quit being a fragging sparkling. This femme just made some energon, and you're gonna act like you don't care?" They've been scavenging for energon for months, and Sunstreaker's pride was going to be how he rusted up from energon-deficiency.

Samantha was nervous from Sunstreaker's glare. 'Did I do something to upset him? Well… at least he's still better than Trent.' She didn't have time to think about Sunstreaker because Ratchet was scanning her. "What are you doing?" She asked as a blue beam of light ran over her body. In his servo was the empty cube of energon that Ironhide tossed to the side.

Ratchet growled as he looked into the cube, "Did you have to drink all of it?" Now how was he supposed to research this latest discovery? He sure wasn't going to use the tainted samples on the ground.

Sideswipe took Samantha into his hand, making sure not to crush her, "Don't mind Hatchet here. I'll protect ya from the mad-doc." He snickered as Ratchet glared at him.

"Be careful with her, you scrap-heap!" Were these idiots not recognizing the importance of what just happened? This human created high-grade energon from simply waving her wand. Energon! The most important commodity of their race.

"Calm down, I'm not gonna hurt the femme." He gave Samantha a wink. "Now about that energon?" A cube appeared from behind his back.

"What!?" Sunstreaker opened a compartment on his side and saw his energon cube was missing. 'That fragging thief!'

Samantha would have cast the spell again, but this time Optimus took her from Sideswipe's servo and placed her on the ground. "Forgive Sideswipe. He should know better than to touch a femme without their permission." He glared at the mech.

Sideswipe lifted his hands up and tried to play it off, "What? All the femme's love my touch." Ironhide's fist hit him on the side of the helm, knocking him out cold.

The mech smirked, "Sorry… my servo's been needing something to hit lately."

Samantha looked at Optimus, "It's fine. I'm not going to have to worry about Ratchet experimenting on me, am I?"

Optimus shook his helm, "He will do no such thing." He gave the human his word that she wouldn't be experimented on, and he intended to keep it. But… he couldn't let this new discovery go to waste, "I must ask, however, would you be willing to manufacture more energon for us? It's hard to obtain, but we will forever be in your favor if you assist us." Despite his calm demeanor, Prime's spark was pounding with excitement and utter shock. This femme had to have been a gift from Primus himself. She produced high-grade energon from a small energon cube. He didn't want to get his hopes up, but if Samantha could truly make more energon for them… no words could describe how grateful he was.

(One Hour Later)

Mikaela was sitting in Bumblebee as he drove her to the junkyard. She hardly got any sleep last night, though could anyone blame her? 'Giant robots and a witch… I need a drink.' Bumblebee was quiet as he drove. Mikaela noticed how he seemed to be in a rush to get back, "Bumblebee, you just ran a stop sign."

Bumblebee's voice tuned into the radio, "Sorry 'bout that. Optimus wants us back soon." Back to where Samantha's scent was… primus, he wanted to snatch her up and keep her locked in his alt-form. Why did her scent, of all humans, drive his processor wild? "So just to make sure my audio-receptors hear right, you didn't know about Samantha being a… scrap what was that word?"

"A witch? Ya, no, I didn't." Mikaela wanted to roll her eyes, 'Advanced race, my ass.' With how much she and Samantha had to explain to them, they came off as idiots. "Why don't you just search the internet? Magic isn't a hard concept to understand. I get it… now that I know it's real… kinda."

Bumblebee gave a nervous chuckle, "Y~ya, I'll do that." That is what all the Autobots had been doing. Ironhide and Sideswipe seemed to be the only ones to accept Samantha's explanation.

"Uh… Sorry about calling you a piece of crap camaro last night."

Bumblebee chuckled, "Nothing to worry about. I've been called far worse by the cons." Lately, Ironhide had been coming up with new insults and most were targeted at the twins. Just this morning, he commented that Sunstreaker's obsessive need to polish his armor was to cope with having a tiny spike. The insult nearly made the mech's head explode. He had a large spike!

Upon arriving back at the junkyard, Mikaela saw the cauldron with light shooting out of it. Ratchet was on his knees, trying to scan the rays of light, but his equipment kept shorting out. "Blasted scanner!" He shouted. Was it so hard to conduct research?

"Bumblebee, where is Sam?"

A few feet away, inside a storm drain, Samantha leaned out and waved her hand, "Over here." Mikaela walked over and saw Optimus, Prowl, and Ironhide in the storm drain with Samantha. Further back were strange glowing cubes. Some glowed light blue, but most were light purple.

"What's going on in here? Cocktail party?" Mikaela asked with a smirk.

"I wish." Samantha replied, "I've been helping them make more energon. It's some kinda fuel they use."

Ironhide lifted a cube and put it in a compartment in his side, "Had I known you humans could make energon, I would have come here a long time ago."

Samantha gave him a small smile, "Well, I'm glad you're happy. But I think that is enough energon making for now."

"Why's that?" Granted, they already had enough energon to last them a few solar cycles, but why stop now?

"Ironhide, I told you. I can't just keep making more and more energon. Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration warns about over duplication of food." Mikaela didn't know what she was talking about. Samantha looked up at Optimus, hoping he would understand. "If I keep making more energon, eventually, it will become unstable. And with the small amount you already had, I'm kind of afraid for you to use it." She was surprised the energon hadn't exploded from duplicating it.

Optimus nodded, "This will suffice for my men and I." Deep in his spark, a weight had been lifted off it.

Prowl kneeled down to her level, "I am curious. What is this Gamp's Law you speak of?" She kept mentioning it but his search results were coming up negative.

Samantha's heart was beating faster. With Prowl's face right in front of her she was able to see just how handsome the mech was. He might not be human, but his facial structure was very attractive. And that went for all of them. "They're just fundamental rules of magic for creating objects from nothingness. You know I have a book at my house. I could let you read it."

Mikaela looked at Samantha, "I don't think he's going to be able to read a book, Sam."

"Why not?" Samantha was genuinely confused by her statement. She has seen giants read books, and they were far larger than the Autobots.

"Seriously? He's giant. He can't hold a book. How do you think he'll turn the pages?"

It finally clicked for Samantha, "Oh… I could just enchant the book to turn for him."

Prowl smiled softly, "I would be most grateful if you did so." Mikaela had brought up a valid point but he didn't say anything. For a brief moment, his hope was that Samantha would sit in front of him while he scanned the pages… then he could smell her scent for as long as he wanted.

"Speaking of books. Optimus." The Prime was staring at her, "I need to go pick up a few things to finish my potion. You won't mind if I leave for a few hours do you?"

Optimus had a stern look. He wasn't keen on having her leave. "You are free to leave, but I must request that you have Bumblebee watch over you." From the entrance the yellow mech was growing excited. Just him and his charge for the next few hours.

"That's fine. Would it be alright if Prowl came too?" Optimus raised a brow. He wasn't expecting her to say that. "He did want to explain to me what he learned about this junkyard, and now that I'm free, I thought it would be a good time to hear." Prowl's wings were shaking. Did the femme really want to hear what he learned? He did wish someone besides Optimus and Jazz would listen to his reports.

"Prowl, I want you to maintain a distance from Bumblebee and Samantha. Notify me if you detect a Decepticon." Optimus closed his optics and inhaled. Perhaps it was for the best the femme left. He needed to regain his composure as did his men.

Ironhide gave a jealous huff, "Why not choose me? Prowl here is going to talk your ear off."

Samantha looked at him, "Oh… uh… It's not that I didn't want to choose you." She quickly regained her composure, "Besides, I don't think you'd want to chaperone me while I shop for potion ingredients." Ironhide didn't come off as the type of guy who could handle shopping. And part of her did feel bad she had to drag along Prowl and Bumblebee. Samantha then turned to Mikaela, "You wanna come with?"

"No, thanks," Mikaela responded quickly. "I think I'll stay here for now."

Ironhide said nothing as he watched Samantha leave with Bumblebee and Prowl. 'Frag.' He clenched his denture and leaned forward ever so slightly. His spike had been throbbing the moment she arrived. 'That damn little femme.' He growled softly and envisioned her touching his armor and seat. His spark was pounding inside his chest plate. Maybe later, he could show her his prototype ion cannon… he never let other mechs or femmes touch his guns, but he was willing to make an exception.

A deep growl made Ironhide towards Jazz. How long had he been in there with them? "Enjoying yourself, Ironhide?" His voice was leaking jealousy.

"So what if I am? You got a problem with me, pip-squeak?"

Jazz gave him a deadly glare, "I think the femme would be safer around me than yer trigger-happy servo."

"What did you say!?" Ironhide marched towards the mech and clenched his hands.

Jazz leaned against the wall, "I'm just saying the femme is safer with me."

Ironhide was tempted to pull out his blaster and shoot the mech. "As if the femme would want to waste her time with a tiny bot like you." Steam came out of his nose.

Optimus put his arm between the two of them, "Enough! Now is not the time to fight between us." Prime was somewhat shocked that Ironhide and Jazz were angry with each other. Ever since they met Samantha, Jazz has been acting differently. 'Please return soon, Samantha Witwicky.' He didn't want to put himself between his soldiers, but he would.

(Meanwhile)

Samantha was sitting in Bumblebee as he drove down the empty road towards Tranquility. "So, Bumblebee, I'm curious, what is Cybertron like?" It was actually a question she had been dying to know.

Bumblebee shook as the femme shifted in his seat and touched his door-wing, "Cybertron is a wasteland. Our civil war ravaged the planet."

"Okay… let me rephrase my question. What was Cybertron like before the war?"

"Before the war? Probably the crown jewel of the galaxy. I can't even describe how beautiful it was before the war." None of them could… it was something someone had to see to believe. "We had buildings and energon wells stretching for miles. I never was able to see the rest of Cybertron before the war started. All I ever knew was Iacon."

Samantha leaned back, "Iacon? Is that city? State? Or… a type of town?" Did they have countries on Cybertron?

Bumblebee chuckled, "Iacon was a city-state and the capital of Cybertron." On his windshield, he projected an image showing images from his processor.

Samantha's jaw nearly broke off when she saw the picture of Iacon. 'That's… that's Iacon!? Holy crap.' There were large towers and streets on multiple levels. The city looked pristine and in the far back part of the photo she could see a large dome-shaped building. "It's… beautiful. I never thought something like that could exist." Samantha slowly realized something, "Is your entire planet made of metal?"

"Yes." Bee replied and showed her a few more pictures. Her reaction was priceless.

"So, how big is your planet? Is it the size of ours or bigger?"

"Actually… your moon is bigger than Cybertron. It's not the biggest planet in the galaxy, but nothing quite beats it."

Samantha giggled, "In that case I hope I have time to show you the beauty of our planet before you leave." Earth had its own natural beauty. One thing she immediately didn't like about Cybertron was the lack of plants.

"Maybe you can." Bumblebee couldn't deny it. When he first saw Earth, he was surprised an organic planet could look like this. It was far different than being on Cybertron.

Samantha looked out the back window and saw Prowl driving a few feet away. "Where is Prowl from?"

The mech's voice popped up from the radio, "I am from Praxus." There was an almost smug tone in his voice. For the next few minutes Samantha questioned Bumblebee and Prowl about Cybertron. She was enamored with everything they said.

Samantha smiled as she imagined Cybertron, "You're guy's planet sounds amazing. Can I ask one final question?"

Prowl spoke up, "Of course."

"I noticed you and Bumblebee have door wings. Are they just a type of look, or can all Cybertronians have them?" There was something about Prowl's wings that she liked. She felt stupid because they were just doors, but they looked strong and delicate at the same time.

Prowl's spark was pounding, "My wings are different from young Bumblebee. As a Praxian they are very sensitive, whereas Bumblebee's are more resilient."

Sam nodded, "Really? I guess that makes you unique then?"

Prowl's vocal processor locked up. 'Unique?' Was this human mistaking his wings for something unique? Yes his wings weren't like most cybertronians, but in Praxus there were mechs with far more elegant door-wings. Nevertheless the mech felt grateful that he was thought to be unique.

Before long they arrived in front of an empty field. "Okay, wait here." Getting out of Bumblebee, she looked across the field trying to spot the ingredient she needed. 'I could've sworn I saw one here a few months ago.' Unless, of course, it hopped out of the ground and ran away. Looking a bit farther, she noticed the leaves of a particular plant. 'There it is.' Samantha jogged over and stopped in front of the plant. As she reached into her pocket to pull out her earbuds and phone, the ground shook as Prowl and Bumblebee walked over. "What are you doing? I told you to wait."

Bumblebee rubbed the back of his helm, "Optimus wanted to make sure we keep an optic on you."

Prowl gave a small bow, "Forgive us. But we have our orders to protect you."

Samantha gave a defeated sigh, "Alright. Well… cover your ears. Unless you want to pass out." Bumblebee and Prowl looked at each other in confusion but followed her command and covered their audio receptors. Samantha put her earbuds in and put on the loudest song she could find. 'I wish I had earmuffs.' She gripped the base of the plant and ripped it out of the ground. Sam, Bumblebee, and Prowl winced as a horrendous cry erupted.

Bumblebee wanted to take his blaster out and shoot whatever the femme was holding, but his audio receptors were hurting. "What is that!? Make it stop!" The mech shouted.

Samantha looked back and screamed, "It's a mandrake! Keep your ears covered!" She knew they didn't have ears, but she didn't know what they were called. Aiming her wand at the mandrake, a blue bolt shot out, putting the creature to sleep and with it, the echoing cries it gave. Ripping her earbuds out, her ears were still ringing. "Are you both okay!?"

Prowl dropped his servos, but his audio receptors were on the verge of breaking, "What is that?"

Samantha lifted the mandrake and presented it to the mechs, "It's a mandrake. I need some of its roots to finish the potions." She set the creature down and began stripping roots off of its stomach. "I'm sorry if your ears hurt. The mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it."

Bumblebee growled as he lowered his hands, "I didn't know organics could be so loud."

"We're lucky this was just a baby. A full grown mandrake can kill you if you hear its scream." Getting what she needed, Samantha placed the mandrake back into the ground and covered it in fresh soil. "If you think that is bad, wait till you hear a mermaid's scream."

Prowl kneeled down and studied Samantha, "This being can offline a human from its scream?" He had never heard of a mech or femme dying by sound.

"If it was an adult, yes." Sam's ears finally stopped ringing. "Are you guys sure you're okay? I'm sorry I didn't give you a better warning. The mandragora is a nasty plant to deal with."

The white mech nodded, "Yes. Is this all you needed?"

"I just need a few more things. It shouldn't belong. And we also need to stop by my house again so I can get up that book I promised you."

Prowl's wings twitched. This femme was being very considerate. Dimming his optics he indulged in the femme's scent. "Very well shall-shall-shall-shall~~~"

Samantha gasphed as Prowl started to fall forward. Just before he crushed her, Bumblebee grabbed her and held her close to his spark. "What just happened?! Is he okay?" Sam looked up at Bumblebee for answers. Was it because of the mandrake?

Bumblebee gave a relieved sigh, "He'll be fine. Prowl's processor is fragged and just needs a few nano-clicks to reboot." Bee placed Sam on the ground.

"Why are you so calm about this?" The worried human walked forward and lightly patted his face. Samantha couldn't help but rub the metal on what would be his cheek. The metal didn't feel like any alloy she knew. It was warm to the touch and felt… alive. She couldn't describe it.

Meanwhile, Prowl's processor was starting to reboot. The first subsystem to restart was his sensors. The mech's wings were shaking as something soft touched his faceplate. When his optic turned on he was greeted with the sight of the small human he almost crushed. After about a minute, he was able to get back up. "I must apologize. I did not harm you, did I?" Prowl would never forgive himself if he injured the human.

"I'm alright. Though a bit startled because you almost crushed me." Prowl started to stand and rubbed his helm, "Does this normally happen to you?"

He slowly nodded his head, "My processor is greatly damaged and it causes me to reboot. Though do not worry, it doesn't have a lasting impact on my processor."

Samantha thought about what he was saying, "So, basically, you pass out at random?" There was a twinkle of pity that she felt for the mech. 'Great, now I'm feeling sorry for a giant robot.' She almost slapped herself, 'Be nice. He is more than just a machine or a robot.' She'd been doing her hardest to avoid those words. She didn't want to offend them.

Prowl frowned as he looked himself over. He was covered in dirt, "In a manner of speaking, yes. I… pass out." Prowl felt utterly demoralized. He hated his processor. "Shall we continue?"

Sam got into Bumblebee again and they drove off towards her house. 'How often does he crash in a day?' She briefly gazed up at the rear view mirror and saw how dirty Prowl was.

(Timeskip)

Bumblebee and Prowl were parked in front of Samantha's house. Her parents were gone for the evening as they needed to pick up some fertilizer for the garden.

Bumblebee was panting softly as he waited for Samantha to return, 'Thank you, Primus, for letting me watch over this femme.' Her scent was now trapped inside of him and it made his spike throb.

Prowl, who was only a few feet behind him, growled as he listened to the mech shake, "Bumblebee, will you hold yourself together!" Though the truth was he was jealous that Bumblebee got to have them femme's scent. Prowl shivered when he thought about how she washed him the other day. For a mech that is usually so calm, this femme was starting to break his formal appearence.

Before the two mechs to bicker with each other, Sam stepped out of her house, holding a few books and a bucket. In the bucket were a few sponges, soap, and some dry towels. "I'm sorry I took so long. I needed to get some other stuff." She said while placing the books in Bumblebee. "Prowl, do you think you can come up onto the driveway?" She pointed to the empty spot.

Prowl was confused but followed her command, "Do you need assistance with something?"

"Ya… just try not to move too much while I wash you. You're covered in dirt."

"I'm sorry?" Prowl's spark was pulsating. Primus must have been listening to him because she soon took the soap covered sponge and started cleaning his door wing. The white mech was shaking like a leaf as she gently cleaned his form. "T~this is not necessary." Prowl's husky voice said as she moved onto the hood.

"It's fine. Besides, you're covered in dirt. Look, I love my planet, but even I wouldn't want to be covered in dirt." Dipping the sponge in the bucket, she scrubbed a little harder on the hood. "Uh… you know. You never did tell me what you learned about the junkyard. Do you still feel like sharing?" She gave a small smile. 'I did say I'd listen.'

Prowl's shaking was becoming worse by the second. The hood of his car was starting to burn up and his spike was pulsating. "V~v~very well." Usually, he would be so calm, and for once in his life… he wished not to speak. As Samantha washed Prowl, Bumblebee growled while he watched his femme clean Prowl. His optics rolled back as he envisioned himself in the mechs place. It was apparent Prowl was enjoying his wash.

As Samantha washed Prowl and listened to him talk about the junkyard's history, she found herself becoming fascinated. "You found out all of that? That's pretty impressive, Prowl." She got down and cleaned the rim on his back wheel. 'Prowl sure does have a nice voice.' She could easily listen to him talk for a few more hours. His voice was deep and firm, yet gave off this feeling of intelligence. Washing off the last of the soap, she smiled at her work, "That should do it. Do you feel better, Prowl? Prowl?" He wasn't responding.

Prowl was finally able to speak, but his faceplate was burning and his spark was on fire, "T~thank you for your assistance." Backing up, he parked himself next to the curb and attempted to cool his circuits. His entire form was numb with pleasure. There was one place, in particular, the mech wanted the femme to wash. And his spike was demanding attention. Samantha was able to reach areas on his protoform that he could never reach.

Just before Sam could put her supplies away, Bumblebee drove up onto the driveway and honked his horn, "Hey, what about me?"

Samantha raised an eyebrow, "But, Bumblebee, you're not… uh… well," She stepped back and looked him over. "Your rims are dirty, I guess." Biting her lip, she shrugged, "Alright, but only once you got it." She didn't say it with Prowl, but washing them felt strange. They weren't just cars so it made the whole situation seem awkward to her.

Grabbing the hose, Samantha sprayed Bumblebee and cleaned his rims. "Primus, you're a natural, aren't you, little femme?!" She was scrubbing the oil caked on the inner parts and underside of his rim and wheel.

Samantha felt awkward because of his statement, "A natural at cleaning cars? It's not that hard, Bumblebee." Oil spilled down the driveway as she washed it off of Bumblebee. "Ugh~between you and Prowl, do you not know how to clean your rims?" She knew that came off rude, but this was ridiculous. She's seen cars 20 years older with cleaner rims.

"It's hard to reach." Bumblebee was flustered. By the time Sam was done, Bumblebee felt like a new mech. "C'mon, let's take you back." The driver's door opened. The seat was vibrating and had the heater on. He wanted this sweet-spark to feel as relaxed as him.

"Ya, hold on. I have to clean this stuff up." She grabbed the bucket and ran back into the house.

(Meanwhile at the Junkyard)

Mikaela leaned against a broken-down car staring at the cauldron Sam set up before she got there. 'Please let this be a dream.' Besides her, Ratchet was fiddling with a strange device.

"Grr~blasted thing!" His servo's clenched the device and was on the verge of smashing it.

Mikaela looked up, "Do you need help?"

Ratchet looked down, "Hmm…" As a human, she probably could help him. "There is a loose wire in this energon-spectrometer."

"In the energon what?" What the hell was that supposed to be? Ratchet leaned down and presented the device. Peeking inside, Mikaela was a bit overwhelmed by the complexity of everything. Looking a bit closer, she saw a few damaged wires. "Oh… that's it?" Reaching inside, she fixed the cables. "Okay… I think it's fixed."

Ratchet lifted the device and turned it on. "So it would seem you humans are good for something." Mikaela brushed off the comment. "What is it you do again, human?"

"I fix cars. And my name is Mikaela." She was a bit annoyed that he couldn't remember her name. A few feet away Bumblebee honked his horn, and Samantha got out. She was holding a few books and had a strange root in her hand.

"I'm back." Samantha looked over at the cauldron, 'It looks like nobody opened it.' She wondered if Optimus had to stop Sideswipe or Sunstreaker from opening it. Those two seemed like the type who didn't follow orders. She placed the books down next to the cauldron, and cautiously opened the lid. Purple wisps floated from the potion, and bubbles were threatening to pour out. Taking the mandrake root, she tossed it in.

Ratchet, who had been watching her from the side, leaned down close and was curious about the floating wisps. "What exactly is it you are making?" He had never seen a mixture of ingredients cause this.

"This potion is designed to weaken runes and enchantments. Once it's done fermenting, I'll have to place the glass box inside." The cauldron was big enough to hold it.

Mikaela bit her lip as she leaned over to peer into the cauldron. She was mesmerized by the swirling colors and wisps jumping out. 'What are these things?' She was just about to touch one of the floating wisps but Samantha grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

"I wouldn't touch those if I were you. These wisps would melt your hand." Though Samantha could understand her curiosity. This was all new to her.

The ground shook as Optimus came over, "I trust you have everything you require?" She was gone for longer than he expected.

"Yes. Also, sorry I took so long. Prowl got dirty, so I gave him a quick wash at my house."

All the Autobots looked towards Prowl and noticed how shiny his armor was. Optimus was genuinely surprised how clean Prowl looked. The only mech to ever get their armor that clean was Sunstreaker, but even he couldn't clean certain areas because his servos were too big.

However, it was Bumblebee who spoke up and started showing off his shining armor, "This femme sure can clean a mech's armor, don't ya think?"

Ironhide looked down at Samantha and had a devious smirk on his face, "If you're giving mechs a free washe, you mind helpin' me out? I know you'll like what you see."

Sideswipe picked up Samantha. The human was startled. 'Will he stop doing that!' One of these days, she was going to have a heart attack.

"You washed them?!" They looked cleaner than Sunstreaker! "You know I've always had a soft spot for pretty little femme. If anyone here needs a wash, it's me. Just look at my paint job!" Being trapped in this junkyard already had him covered in grime. "Care to help a mech out?" Leaning close his he grunted as the femme's scent made his spike throb. If she wanted, he'd gladly letter clean something big and~

Sunstreaker's voice came through their bond :Egh! Disgusting! She's a fragging human!: Was his brother really think of allowing this femme to his spike!?

Sideswipe snickered and glanced at his brother :What? I can't help it… especially with this femme's scent.: Why was Sunstreaker acting so dramatically? If this human was a cybertronian, Sunstreaker would be acting the same way. But unlike him, he didn't care that she was human. Her scent was just that compelling.

:I will never have the fleshbag for a sparkmate. Now put it down before it covers you with its sweat.: Sunstreaker glared at the femme. He didn't know what she was doing to his brother, but he wanted it to stop. As Sideswipe and a few of the mechs tried taking Samantha away from him, Sunstreaker stomped off. Getting far enough away, he kicked a rusted truck. 'I hate this fragging planet. Stupid fleshbag. Someone needs to stomp on her.' Just not him. He wasn't about to get his armor covered in blood and gut. Just thinking about it made him sick. 'Humans are such a stupid species.' He didn't care that the femme was still able to do all this 'magic' as she called it. She is still a disgusting human.

(Sector Seven)

They call him NBE-1. And Megatron despised the ridiculous name. Contrary to what the human thought, Megatron was aware of his surroundings, and his audio receptors worked fine. However, his optics and servo's were offline because he was kept cold.

Megatron groaned internally as the two humans working next to his head talked about their weekend plans. 'Does this human ever cease to complain about his troubles?' While he couldn't see them, he recognized the voices. The human, Clark, was complaining about his wife. Megatron wasn't entirely up to speed on the human language, but he was smart enough to figure out the human was talking about his sparkmate. The former gladiator tried to growl, but his vocal processor was still frozen. 'Ungrateful fleshling. You don't deserve a sparkmate.'

Megatron turned off his audio receptors and sighed internally. Frankly… he was bored. The might leader of the Decepticons, former gladiator of the Pits and revolutionist, was bored. It almost made him miss the moments where he hit Starscream for his arrogance… almost. 'No doubt that wretched seeker is attempting to retake my place.' Despite his long absence, he knew Soundwave would keep the Decepticon in line. The only mech Megatron was at all worried about taking his place was perhaps Shockwave. 'Has my scientist turned on me in my absence? I wonder.' Shockwave deleted his emotions, believing logic was the only answer to everything. At the time, Megatron didn't care, but now he was starting to question if that was a good idea. For the past 300 years, Megatron was frozen on this wretched planet, looking for the All Spark. The foolish Autobots thought shooting it into space was a brilliant idea. 'Have those Autobots forgotten our world will perish without the All Spark?'

Megatron knew he wasn't a kind mech. In fact, he was the farthest thing from it. He was a ruthless gladiator, but he was not the monster the Autobots portrayed him to be. On Cybertron, their government functioned on the caste system. You were born into a specific class and expected to work and follow it till death. Initially, when he emerged from the Well of All Sparks, he was a low caste miner-bot. He was forced to work and toil in the energon mines and expected to accept it. Eventually, he took up becoming a gladiator in the pits to survive. Miners were fed the scraps of energon they mined by the higher classes.

'Those wretched Autobots speak of freedom, yet reject to accept their part in this war.' He still remembers the final days of Cybertron's golden age. Megatron never wanted a war to befall his home, but he refused to toil away in the mines and pits like so many sparks before him. Then came Earth. He wasn't sure how but upon entering the planet's atmosphere, his circuitry shorted out, causing him to crash in the ice. He only had a glimpse of what humans looked like when a human named Archibald touched him. They were small, had flesh, and were very primitive. Megatron wasn't sure what happened after his optics failed, but he does remember feeling a strange force overcome his processor when Archibald murdered one of the other humans with him. The last thing he saw was the man grabbing his glasses before dying from hitting his head injury.

'What is one human compared to the preservation of Cybertron?' There was a teetering feeling of sympathy in Megatron. He burned the inscription of the All Spark's location on the glasses as a last ditch effort should he perish. Before finding out the All Spark was on Earth, he had made another plan with Sentinel Prime, but even he found the idea sickening. But could he say he was surprised that a high ranking Autobot like Sentinel Prime wanted to enslave humans? Clearly, enslavement was always the answer for those wretched Autobots. 'Given how these humans are still here, I suppose the plan was a success.' Megatron thought to himself. Before leaving Cybertron, he ordered Soundwave and Shockwave to destroy Sentinel's ship. 'Oh, what I'd give to see Prime's reaction to his predecessor's betrayal.' This only furthered his belief that Autobots were not to be trusted.

Turning his audio receptor back on, Megatron was relieved the humans were done talking. 'Thank, Primus.' He was ashamed to admit it, but he was slightly impressed by the human's ability to keep him incapacitated. Humans were… unique, and that is all he would say. That didn't mean they weren't going to face his vengeance for imprisoning him.

(Author Notes)

That is the end of Chapter 6. Next time we will probably have more interactions with the twins and Ironhide. Will Samantha be able to open the box and give Optimus the glasses? And for anyone curious, I did take to account Gump's Laws of Magic when Samantha made some energon for them. While it would be fantastic if she could mass-produce energon for them (She didn't make all the much), the laws of magic still apply. As you can see, this chapter took a while, mainly because I was doing research on the Transformers universe. With so many variations of transformers and their past, I really had to take a step back and ask myself how I wanted Cybertron's history to play out.

Also, we got to see and hear a bit from NBE-1! A.k.a Megatron! I can only imagine how bored he just has to stand frozen for so many years. And it also looks like Shockwave is coming to Earth. (I'm changing this from the film; Shockwave was already on Earth) So hopefully, we can hear more about this emotionless mech. Now before anyone jumps the gun. Are Megatron and Shockwave going to be added to the pairing? I'm not sure. I'll probably decide within the coming chapters. It would be interesting to see Samantha make Shockwave experience emotions again. Besides... who would want to live without feeling love, hate, or happiness? I sure wouldn't.

And I don't usually promote things (that isn't why I write) but I'd recommend checking out Transformers: War for Cybertron on Netflix. The animation is okay and while I was upset Peter Cullen didn't voice Optimus Prime. I do think they nailed down the difference between the Autobots and the Decepticons. No humans, just the war. Which is honestly very nice.