Magical Sparkmate Chapter 10, a Harry Potter + Transformers Crossover fanfic

I do not own Transformers or Harry Potter

(Chapter 10)

Samantha struggled to breathe as her father walked into the living room. "Wait… what!? Hold on!" She rushed into the next room. Ron was sitting on the couch, casually sipping his cup of coffee. "I~you~uh… nonono~you saw them?"

Ron looked at Samantha, "The giant robots who destroyed my yard? Kind of hard to miss, sweetheart. Weeks worth of work… gone!" He turned on the TV and started watching the weather channel. Completely unfazed by his daughter's reaction.

"Whoa! Hold on." She went over to the TV and briskly turned it off, "D~dad, you know about them?"

Ron snorted, "Samantha, I'm tryin' to watch the weather." He didn't care about the Autobots that just destroyed his yard.

"How are you so calm!?"

Ron stared at her blankly before taking another sip from his cup of coffee, "Samantha, I know a lot of things, but frankly, I don't care enough to get involved with those guys." He motioned to the backyard, "They're not the first robots to walk this planet, you know."

Samantha went pale as she comprehended everything her father said, "You knew about the Autobots?!"

"Uh~ya." He said it like it was apparent, "C'mon, Samantha, I grew up around a bunch of wizards and Edmund. Autobots~this, Decepticons~that blah, blah, blah." He seemed annoyed, "Just don't tell your mother. I'm not in the mood to have that conversation with her." He still had a few scars from when he tried to explain magic to her. She thought his family was devil worshipers. And wherever they visited Edmund, they kept Judy far away from Hot Rod and Cogman.

Samantha shook her head and sat down next to Ron, "But~that doesn't explain how you know about them. Why would you never tell me!?"

Ron shrugged, "Samantha, they're aliens; who cares? You've seen other species before." Samantha was familiar with goblins, house elves, even giants. She grew up with strong ties to the wizarding world. He didn't understand why she was having such a mental breakdown.

"Nonono!" She shook her head as she made her famous 'no' rant, "How could you keep something like this from me!? This whole time you knew?" And she'd worked so hard at trying to keep the Autobots away from her parents. Only to discover her father knew about them long before her. "Do you have any idea how stressed I am?"

Ron looked over Samantha and sighed. "Okay… I'm going to make this clear. I've known about these guys for a long time. And I know you've been out with them for the past few days doing god knows what. I don't care." She stared at him blankly, "Whatever you do with them is your business, and I want no part of it." These Cybertronians could rust over for all he cared. They were stealing his daughter away from him, but he couldn't interfere. Even though they were practically robbing him of his daughter… he still wanted her to be happy.

"Well… Alright then. Uh~I guess I'll go upstairs." Samantha shakenly stood and went to her bedroom. She was on the verge of having a meltdown. 'He knows!?' Nothing made sense to her anymore. 'Is Mom a witch now!? For goodness sake, what is happening!? Nononono~this is just another dream." She leaned against her bedroom door and slid to the ground. Her wand slid out of her sleeve and rolled across the floor. "Damn it." Grabbing the wand, she quickly let go when something poked her hand, drawing a bit of blood. "Ah!" Samantha dropped the wand and looked at her hand. There was a small cut. Glancing back, she saw a few drops of blood sliding across the wand.

The wand seemed to wobble for a moment then stopped. Samantha retook the wand, but it felt different. "This feels strange." Before, the wand didn't feel like it answered her. It made her magic feel sluggish and unrefined. Samantha lifted it to her ear and heard a ringing sound from the core. While it was an underappreciated subject, at Hogwarts, Samantha studied wand law for her elective class. The class was small, and only two other wizards had it with her, but she still found the history of wands intriguing.

Closing her eyes, she listened to the wand as it trembled in her hand. A bit more of her blood trickled into the wand. Opening her hand, Samantha watched as the droplets of blood were absorbed into the wand. "What the hell is wrong with this thing?" She studied it over and shrugged, "Maybe this is why Dumbledore gave it to me." Wands were known to have minds of their own, and if this one had a habit of cutting people's hands, she could understand why Dumbledore wanted to part with it.

(Brief Flashback)

Dumbledore looked up from his desk as his protege stepped into his office, "Ah… , you got my message."

The young woman nodded. The graduation ceremony was happening in a few hours. "Good Evening, Professor Dumbledore. You wanted to see me?"

"Yes… yes…" He motioned his hand for her to follow him. "Do you know why I called you here this evening?"

Samantha's eyes widened, "Uh… because I'm your favorite student?" She cracked an embarrassed smile. "No, sir. I don't." She followed Dumbledore up the stairs. They were looking out the windows in the far back of his office. The black lake looked calming.

Dumbledore looked at the small witch, "I know that you are not particularly fond of returning home. But I must stress that it is of the utmost importance you do." He said ominously. Samantha was thinking of staying here in England.

"Sir?" She raised a brow.

He stretched out his hand, and a long box appeared from nothingness. Dumbledore presented it to her, "A gift. I know you will do wondrous things with it."

Samantha took the small present and unraveled the bow. Lifting the cover, her eyes widened, "Professor, you can't expect me to take this." She had been around Dumbledore enough time to recognize his wand. "This is your wand. I could never take it."

Dumbledore gave a smile, the wrinkles on his face contracted, "I must insist. I am very old, and this wand needs a proper master." Under normal circumstances, wands answer to their masters. However, given Samantha's unique lineage, he was confident that she would be able to use it in time. And with any luck, be the last.

Taking the wand out of its box, Samantha studied it. "I don't know what to say. Thank you." For another wizard to give someone their wand was a great honor. This was typically done with relatives, not apprentices.

"Now, I do believe it is time for the ceremony. Why don't you run ahead? I will be down momentarily." After Samantha left, Dumbledore approached his desk. An invisible weight had been lifted off Dumbledore's shoulders. The Elder wand, despite its unparalleled power, truly did not answer to any wizard. However, those of blood relations were of a different matter. Dumbledore reached across the massive oak desk and grabbed a rectangular box. Flipping the case open, a tree started to bloom upwards. While Dumbledore was aware of Samantha's lineage on her father's side… her mother's was a different story.

As the tree grew bigger, Dumbledore could make out the face of a distant ancestor on her mother's side. "Antioch Peverell." He calmly read the name for the millionth time. Dumbledore looked over towards Fawks, "Truly a unique witch." At the tree base, next to Samantha's photo, multiple branches were starting to connect to hers.

Fawkes's feathers started to ruffle. Clearly signaling his disapproval of the situation.

"Now, now, Fawkes." He approached the phoenix and stroked his neck. "She is destined for great things." Samantha likely didn't see much potential in herself, but Dumbledore could see it clear as day. Being one of the fewest members of the Order of Witwiccan, he gladly awaited the events that would come to pass. "To think… a descendent of Witwicky and Peverell would attend this school." One day he would explain the wands' bloody past to her.

(Present)

Samantha placed the wand down on her desk. "Dumbledore never did say what the core was." She could make out the wood was elder. Which was very difficult to master. Yet, the core was something only a master wandmaker could make out just by feeling it. 'This wand feels different from most.' And dare she say it, the longer she held it, the more comfortable she felt. "I need to get ready."

Turning, Samantha waved her hands, and a fresh set of clothes flew towards her. "Mutatio vestimenta sua," She said the spell aloud. Her current dress melted away as her new set of clothing appeared as a replacement. Flicking her hand, her old clothes flew under the door to the laundry room. Samantha looked herself over, "I'd better keep my plans for today on the down-low." She didn't need the Autobots chasing after her. However, as she continued to get ready, the aching in her chest grew more assertive. 'They almost looked like they were jealous.' She shook her head, 'Nono… they were just looking out for me. They didn't know what rape was and were concerned for my safety. Nothing else.' It did astonish her that for an advanced race of alien machines, the act of rape was something they hadn't experienced. 'No one should experience it, but they didn't even know what it was.'

After a few minutes, Samantha was prepared for her 'date' with Soundwave. 'It's not a date. I'm just showing him around.' Nevertheless, there was one thing she still needed to take care of. 'I'd better at least tell the Autobots I'm busy.' However, it dawned on her that she did not have a way to contact them. 'They never gave me a number or something to reach them by.' She has been around them so much, she never thought about needing to get in touch. 'Wait! The cauldron.' Opening her desk, she grabbed a small jar and removed the lid. Inside was a small amount of what appeared to be green ash. Conjuring a small flame in front of her face, Samantha threw the floo powder into the flame.

(Meanwhile)

"Hello?" The Autobots were awakened from recharge by the sound of Samantha's voice. "Hey, wake up."

Jazz looked around. Optimus had not returned, "You all hear that?" He could've sworn he heard Samantha.

Sideswipe glanced around, "Frag ya!" He was on alert. Where was his human!? The Autobots jumped when a cloud of green smoke erupted from the cauldron.

"Over here." Samantha's face appeared from the depths of the smoke that bellowed upwards. She giggled when they jumped back, "You should see the looks on your face. What? Never seen floo powder before?"

Ironhide walked towards the cauldron and kneeled towards the spiraling smoke, "Sam, is that you?" What was happening!?

Samantha frowned as the Autobots grew overly worried, thinking she was in danger, "Guys, calm down!" They all stopped with their questions. "I just wanted to tell you I will be busy for the rest of the day, so don't bother me."

Sideswipe touched the smoke, and his metallic finger pushed through her head, "Primus, this is weird. Hey, Sunny, come feel this!" He was brimming with excitement. He'd never see something like this before. "How are you doing this?" This femme never ceased to impress him. Looking around, the rest of the Autobots were fascinated by this form of magical communication.

Samantha rolled her eyes while smiling, "I would've, you know… called. But I don't have another way to contact you. So I have been forced to use some magical means of communication." She could see Prowl was thoroughly enthralled by what he was witnessing. Communicating with their fellow Autobots has always been difficult. Either from being spied on or not having a proper connection. This form of magical communication was outside their… and, most importantly, the Decepticon's scale of understanding.

Prowl leaned close to study the green smoke, 'I must insist Miss Witwicky divulge this form of communication with us.' Being a very cold and logistical mech, Prowl was already envisioning tactical advantages this could offer the Autobot cause. The Autobots were slowly starting to become more invested in learning about magic. 'I fail to understand why other humans do not approve of magic.' Any Autobot could tell you that Prowl loved to follow the rules. He could recite the entire Autobot code by spark and could tell if a mech violated a law on the spot. Despite his over-attachment to following the rules, he did not understand these rules about keeping magic hidden from other humans. Samantha briefly mentioned it, but he had not taken any consideration in asking. He was selfish in his need to find the Allspark. He had not considered life from her perspective.

As soon as Samantha disappeared from the green fumes, Ironhide crossed his arms, and a frown filled his face. "Fragging humans." He was thinking the same thing as Prowl, "I don't get why these other humans are so scared of magic. There's nothing wrong with it." If anything, it was a beautiful thing to witness. "Why is she all hush about this again?"

Prowl immediately spoke, "Miss Witwicky spoke of rules that she is ordered to follow. I believe she called it the Statute of Secrecy." The rest of the Autobots tried to recall what Samantha said about this, but sadly none of them could remember. They were so focused on finding the Allspark they had barely paid attention.

Jazz smacked his helm, "Man, I completely forgot what she said." He growled at his own ignorance. The femme was clearly unhappy when mentioning it. "Prowl, you're a bot who loves rules. Do you remember what she said 'bout it?"

To their shock, Prowl shook his head, "I had not taken into consideration learning human or… Wizard customs." Samantha had stressed to them that wizard society was completely separate from the muggle world. From her explanation, they might as well be from two different planets.

Jazz crossed his arms and went to lean against the wall of the storm drain. Samantha had explained to him what it was like keeping magic hidden from her own kind, and it sickened him. It would be like keeping his very existence hidden from the rest of the Autobots, who he saw as family, simply because they were born without magic. Jazz understood the basis of the Statute of Secrecy on keeping magic hidden, but nothing else. Jazz would openly admit he was coming to admire magic. 'These humans should be proud that their kind can do this stuff… Primus knows I wish our kind could.' He was a little disappointed to hear from Samantha that you were born a witch or wizard, and magic could not be learned. But that didn't mean he despised it!

It was becoming clearer to the Autobots every day, and to a degree even Sunstreaker, that humans were not as primitive as they imagined. To wizards, who did not rely on energy or technology, they were the primitive species. At least in terms of magic, for which they have no knowledge or understanding. Sunsteaker blatantly believed that humans still wouldn't stand a chance against them, and Jazz used to believe it. However, his belief in their species superiority was starting to wane. Earth was human territory, and they were at a disadvantage. Jazz was a firm believer that a mech shouldn't underestimate their opponent. Even though humans were tiny, they shouldn't be underestimated.

Jazz was gradually starting to clench his denture, 'I'm a scraphead. Poor femme has her own problems, and I haven't even considered.' They were so concerned about the Allspark they forgot to act like decent mechs.

(Witwicky House)

Samantha stared silently at her table. Even though she has relished her time with the Autobots, Samantha felt iffy about their cause. When traveling through Prowl's mind, she saw more than she confessed to seeing. She felt Prowl was entitled to his privacy, like everyone else, but certain things made her question the Autobots. 'I remember a type of funeral for some mech. What was his name? Senator Decimus? Prowl was there… and so was Optimus.'

Samantha tried not to dwell into Prowl's past too much. It made her feel sickened to overstep his privacy. Yet, through the power of legilimency, she had seen eons worth of his memories. Why was she so focused on a mech she'd never even met out of thousands of Prowl's memories? Samantha, regrettably, had invaded Prowl's mind. She'd only known them for a couple of days, and their niceties, sadly, couldn't get in the way of her final judgment on giving them the glasses. "Optimus said the Decepticons were fighting for tyranny… but… he never said how poorly they were treated."

Before the final days of the war, she witnessed Prowl play his role in gathering information. He also seemed utterly different from the mech she'd met. Cold, calculated, and entirely by the books. Samantha had seen countless energon mines in Prowl's mind, and sadly, the way these other cybertronians were treated was sickening. "How can they blatantly say the Decepticons are evil and not mention how terrible they were treated?" They were forced to mine energon and do nothing else. A restless feeling was starting to fill Samantha. "I promised Optimus the glasses… so long as he didn't harm Earth. But… I need a bit more information."

If Samantha had learned anything about civil wars, at least with human history, they don't just start for no reason. And tyranny was not a notable cause for people to get behind. Shaking her head, Samantha grunted, "Ugh~Prowl's mind had too much information." Her mind could only take in so much. "I don't know who Decimus is, but I think the Autobots should really take another look at his actions." It almost sickened Samantha that Prowl blindly followed that mech's orders without any moral judgment.

Taking a deep breath, Samantha sighed, "They aren't telling me something. The Autobots may think I'm just a human, but they're hiding something from me." They had a role to play in their civil war, and she was going to find out what. It pained to no end that she had to think of them like this, but she wasn't close-minded. And she couldn't let the matter of her heart cloud her sense of judgment. "I like them, but they need to tell me the truth. I don't believe the Decepticons would just take up arms to cause a civil war for fun."

(Later)

Soundwave tapped his fingers on his pants as he sat on a bench. His holoform flickered for a mere second. He was feeling antsy about meeting Samantha. Her scent was embedded into his processor, and not being near it made him irritable. Even Rumble and Frenzy were acting restless inside his spark chamber.

It was foolish of him to have fallen for a human. But seeing her tend to his sparkling with such love and care made it hard for him not to be fond of her. Soundwave was not open with his emotions, but Rumble and Frenzy were of more importance to him than the Decepticon cause; however, he'd keep that information to himself. Had Samantha not stopped the vile Earth-mutt from attacking his sparkling, he would've easily gone on a rampage. "Rumble and Frenzy are safe." He'd been on edge about letting them out of his spark chamber.

Soundwave looked up when he heard a very audible cracking sound off in the distance. What was that? To his surprise, he noticed Samantha off in the distance, walking towards the small lake. How had he not noticed her sooner? He growled softly, had his femme walked here? "Autobots shall perish." A part of him assumed she would come here with that yellow Autobot… the evening would have likely played out differently, but her coming alone was a weight off his processor.

Samantha walked closer to the lake and saw Soundwave sitting on the bench, "Good morning, it's nice to see you." She cautiously tapped her fingers together and sat down next to him.

Soundwave trembled as her scent flooded his processor. A few feet back, in his actual form, Rumble and Frenzy were shaking. Soundwave's optics dimmed as he attempted to stop his spike from hardening. His sparklings viewing Samantha as a mother figure made it harder for him to remain emotionless. He stared at Samantha, "For you." He shakenly lifted his hand to present a flower.

Samantha blushed when Soundwave presented a single flower, it was a tulip that had been freshly ripped out of the ground. "Oh… uh… thank you." Soundwave wasn't familiar with human mating rituals, but according to his research, human women loved flowers. Samantha heard a pleasant growl erupt from Soundwave when she took it. 'Did he rip this straight from the ground?' It still had dirt on it, and the roots were attached. "This is a lovely tulip, thank you." Samantha had a gnawing suspicion in the back of her mind, but she didn't know how to ask it. "Are you ready for that tour I promised?" She asked with a sincere smile.

Soundwave went rigid and nodded very slowly. "Soundwave is prepared." He stood up and offered his arm. He saw another human do this and was curious if it would work.

"Uh, thanks." Samantha's face was on fire as she took his arm. 'Is he trying to make this a date?' Soundwave escorted her to his alt-form and placed her inside. Having his human inside his alt-form once more made his spark burn with delight. Samantha gazed around the interior of Soundwave's car and noticed a very familiar symbol on the steering wheel. 'That looks just like the symbol the Autobots have.' The only difference was the mouth was covered, and it was purple. Her heart was pounding.

Soundwave got into his alt-form and started driving towards Tranquility. Samantha was sitting quietly with the tulip he gave her. "Would you like some music?"

Samantha quickly spun her head and smiled, "Hey, you just spoke a full sentence." She realized Soundwave was staring at her waiting for an answer, "No, thank you. Actually, I'd rather just talk. I'd like to get to know you a bit more."

Soundwave's grip tightened on his steering wheel. It had been so long since he's spoken like a normal mech… it felt nice. He usually spoke in fragmented sentences because it irritated bots and was a great way of getting them to leave him alone. "What do you want to discuss?"

"I guess; why does your voice sound like that?" She pointed to her own throat, "Do you have a voice changer?"

"No," Came his only response.

"Are you from here? The US, I mean."

"No."

Samantha sighed, "Do you have any hobbies?"

Soundwave thought about her question, "I enjoy viewing Earth's scenery."

Slowly, Samantha leaned back into the seat and looked at the door, 'I never locked it.' Taking a deep breath, she dreaded her next question, "You're a Decepticon, aren't you?" Samantha wasn't an idiot. She couldn't deny what Soundwave was any longer. Just his name alone was a giveaway, especially after hearing the Autobots' names.

Soundwave came to a sudden stop in the middle of the road. Not a single car was in sight besides them. He slowly looked at the femme, "Yes." He said as his holoform disappeared. The seat belt around her tightened as he drove to a remote area.

Samantha was attempting to remain calm, 'If he wanted to hurt me… he would've done so already.' That is what she'd been telling herself. "Where are you taking me?"

Soundwave's voice came from the radio, "Away from Autobot scum." Soundwave sighed when Samantha rubbed his seat. He could tell he was making her nervous, "I will not harm you."

"Can you at least pull over, so we can talk? I won't run." She listened to Soundwave growl at the idea of letting her out. She was safer with him. "Please."

Against his better judgment, Soundwave pulled into the forest that was next to the road. However, he hadn't let Samantha out. "Speak." They were surrounded by trees, so even if she escaped his alt-form, she wouldn't get far through the dense foliage. Part of him hoped she did attempt to escape. He wanted a reason to trap her inside his spark chamber. His pretty little human.

Samantha shifted in Soundwave's seat, "Can I at least speak with you face to face? I said I won't run." She attempted to open the door. There was a delay, but Soundwave opened his door. For a brief moment, the mech expected her to bolt, yet to his surprise, she kept her word. 'Here we go.' She stepped back as Soundwave transformed. To her amazement, Soundwave looked nothing like what she'd expect. The mech was tall, had a Gatling gun on his shoulder, and a white plate covered his mouth. "Hi." She awkwardly waved her hand.

Soundwave stared down at the human and mimicked her action, "Hi." Her own voice was projected back.

Samantha blushed, "Hey, don't mock me. I'm trying to introduce myself. You know… properly."

Soundwave chuckled at his human's embarrassment. "Are you not scared?"

"Of what?" She asked while staring at the purple Decepticon insignia on his chest plate, "Of you? N~no, not at all. I mean… you said you weren't going to hurt me, right?" The mech with the yellow visor nodded. "Then I'm fine. I'm a little shocked, but… fine, I guess." Something inside her was telling her to hear the Decepticon out. "Are you also looking for my great-grandfather's glasses?"

"Soundwave must find Allspark before traitorous Autobugs." He said while looking at her. "May I have the glasses?"

Samantha tilted her head, "I don't have the glasses on me. And I'm not giving you the glasses." She heard a growl erupt from his throat, "But I'm not giving it to the Autobots either." It still remained to be seen if the Autobots could be trusted.

Soundwave stopped his growling and tilted his head, " The Autobots must never find the Allspark. I must know its location."

Samantha shook her head, "I'm not giving anyone the glasses until I know who I can trust. Which is why I'm hoping to talk to you." She timidly tapped her fingers together, "The Autobots told me that Decepticons were fighting for tyranny," This caused Soundwave to shake. False lies! "But I don't believe it. I'm not going to listen to one side without hearing the other."

Soundwave got on his hands and knees. His faceplate was right in front of Samantha. This human was his, and he was delighted to see she wasn't indoctrinated by those vile Autobots. "The Decepticons are not evil. We fight for equality for all cybertronian sparks." Cautiously, Samantha sat down and crossed her legs.

"Well… It's just you and me for the next few hours. Why don't you tell me about the Decepticons? But just know," She lifted a finger and tapped the outer part of Soundwave's mask, "I don't like liars. So please tell me the truth." Soundwave mimicked how Samantha was sitting and told her about the Decepticons and precisely what they fought for on Cybertron.

(1 Hour Later)

Samantha's arms were crossed, a frown stained her face, "Now see, they never mentioned that." Soundwave explained the use of the caste system on Cybertron. Mechs and femme were forced to work in energon mines until they expired, and hardly anyone cared.

Soundwave nodded, "The Auto-scum are facist. We Decepticons fight for equality. Barricade was sent to watch over you… but he failed."

Samantha uncrossed her legs and stretched them, "Barricade?" She thought back to the Decepticon she first met, "If he was supposed to watch over me, why did he threaten me?"

Soundwave growled softly. "Barricade's directive was to watch over femme from a distance. He assumed direct confrontation was necessary to obtain the glasses. Soundwave… apologies for his actions." He wanted to rip that mech's vocal processor out. No mech or femme was going to lay a hand on his human.

"In that case. Apology accepted." Samantha sat back and started to look over Soundwave again. 'What are the Autobots talking about? They aren't savages. If he was a savage, he would've attacked me on the spot.' Slowly, her cheeks turned pink as Soundwave continued to growl. Oddly enough, this mech was extremely attractive, and hearing him growl made her insides feel funny. "Thank you for being civil with me." Something important started to dawn on her, "Uh, Soundwave?" The mech was staring at her, clearly listening, "I'm sorry about my demon dog attacking… What was his name? Rumble! I'm sorry about that."

Samantha's eyes widened when his chest plate opened. She could see Rumble and Frenzy near the outer edges of his spark. "Rumble and Frenzy… mine." He said with a very possessive voice.

She nodded quickly, "I~I understand. I mean no harm. I just wanted to apologize." She came to the conclusion that he was mad at her, "I'm guessing they are your children?" Did cybertronians have children?

Soundwave nodded, "Rumble, Frenzy, eject." On cue, the two minicons ejected from his chest plate. Both were in deep recharge. The two small bots looked around and nearly jumped when they spotted the femme they'd wanted to meet.

Samantha cautiously stood up and leaned forward to offer a hand, "Hi, I'm Samantha. It's nice to meet you." Rumble and Frenzy looked up at Soundwave. Did they have permission to touch the femme? Soundwave nodded, and his sparklings cautiously approached the human. Samantha giggled at how cautious they were, "I'm not going to bite. What wonderful coats of armor you have." They were obviously scared to approach her. Rumble was the first to come and shake her hand. Her scent made him want to run up and hug the femme. Frenzy was beside his twin and was nervous about meeting Samantha. Samantha kneeled down and looked over the two robots, 'So these are what cybertronian children look like. They're so adorable!'

Frenzy approached Samantha and lightly tugged her hair. He wanted to know what it felt like. "Designation: Frenzy." He stated while letting go of her hair.

"It is a pleasure to meet both of you." Samantha leaned towards Rumble, "I am so sorry my dog attacked you. Are you alright?" Now that she knew this was a sentient being, guilt flooded her heart for not stopping Mojo sooner.

Rumble nodded, "Rumble: fully operational."

As Samantha spoke with Rumble and Frenzy, she didn't notice Soundwave's piercing gaze. Seeing Samantha socialize with his sparklings was making his spark burn up. "Rumble, Frenzy: Return." Soundwave stated. The minicons looked at each other before jumping back into Soundwave's chest. They knew better than to disobey him. With his spark chamber closed, Soundwave stared at the human.

Samantha grew slightly nervous from Soundwave's gaze, "And here the Autobots labeled you all as monsters." It was painfully clear that Rumble and Frenzy were Soundwave's children, even though Cybertronians might not call it that. "Um… feel free to say no, but would you still like that tour I promised you?"

Soundwave tilted his head as his shoulders trembled lightly. His processor replayed what Shockwave had told him about Samantha and her unique biology. 'Femme will have my sparklings… Samantha… mine.' Her scent flooded his processor and made him feel light. Never had Soundwave felt this way, but he couldn't resist how wonderful it felt. "Soundwave: agrees to tour." Transforming back, he opened his door.

Getting back into Soundwave, Samantha felt a heat burn between her legs, 'N~no… not now.' Her cheeks flushed as her cunt started to ache. 'Nononono! Not now, please!' Her heart began to pulsate as a strong scent filled Soundwave's interior. "Between you and me. Do you mind if we keep our meeting a secret? I don't think the Autobots would appreciate me socializing with their enemy." The seatbelt wrapped around her and held her tightly to the seat.

"Samantha shouldn't trust Autobots." Soundwave said, "Autobots are great deceivers. Decepticons offer refuge." Soundwave wanted to take this human back towards the Nemesis and keep her locked away in his spark chamber.

Samantha leaned back as her heart burned, "They're not bad people. I'm… I'm still deciding who I should trust." She may be around the Autobots, but that didn't mean she could accept every fact they spewed about the Decepticons. 'From the way it sounds, both sides are wrong.' She also felt guilty for socializing with the Autobot's enemy, but she needed to hear their side of the story. 'I hope Optimus will understand if he ever finds out.' She could only imagine how the Autobots would react if she was caught with their enemy. 'No. I have a right to speak with whoever I want. I'm not involved in their civil war, and I'm not taking sides.'

As Soundwave drove off with his human locked inside his interior. The blue and white mech growled in pleasure as he felt her relax in his seat. He attempted to suppress his feelings, but slowly his spike hardened behind his interface plate. 'Samantha: Soundwave's.' Driving towards Tranquility, he never noticed the purple mech hidden within the tree line.

Shockwave watched Soundwave drive off with the human, "A bothersome mech. He will do well to not interfere with my research." Shockwave grew frustrated as he wiped his processor for the 435th time. He couldn't erase this feeling in his spark or the pleasure he felt when Samantha touched his grill. Looking down, Shockwave's single optic glared at his interface panel. 'A most curious reaction indeed.' He lifted his arm, and a holographic screen appeared. It projected his preliminary research on the femme. Shockwave growled deeply as his spike pressurized from the thought of having a sparkling created purely from his CNA. 'Beginning processor purge 436.' Shockwave would erase these feelings no matter the cost. Feelings and emotions were for primitive beings, and he was beyond such things. The human femme would have his sparkling… but only for research purposes. Nothing else. Nevertheless, he couldn't stop the aching of his spike. Never had he experienced such sensations. Shockwave didn't know what to make of this.

(Junkyard)

Sideswipe was bored out of his processor. His only form of entertainment was sitting cross-legged in front of the cauldron and watching the smoke boil out. "How the heck does this work?" He leaned close and peered into the cauldron that was vastly smaller than him. The liquid inside was green and murky, and the smell was horrid! "Ugh! My nose." He started gagging and stood back. Samantha explained potion making to them. Apparently, even if he had the ingredients and recipe to make a potion, he would never be able to mimic her actions. Potions can only be brewed by wizards. Otherwise, the magical properties that it grants wouldn't work.

Sunstreaker walked over and sat down next to his brother, "What the scrap are you doing? Don't touch the thing." The human warned them if they so much as stirred it, they'd ruin the potion. "I don't want us to have to wait all over again because you're fragging around!" He hit Sideswipe on the back of the head.

"I didn't touch it!" Sideswipe said with a frown. "I swear you're worse than Blurr."

Sunstreaker felt a circuit pop in his processor, "Don't ever compare me to that aft!" Everyone on Cybertron knew who Blurr was before the war. The number one racer on all of Cybertron and utterly full of himself. Sunstreaker met him once at The Circle, an exclusive energon bar on Cybertron. He was there on 'official business' but instead got his processor hooked on simultronics. Blurr's fame had turned him into a selfish mech who only cared about himself. He was so stuck up that even Sunstreaker found himself detesting the mech.

Before the war, Bumblebee was Blurr's biggest fan, always wanting to be as fast as him. Now… he was a lost Autobot wandering somewhere in space. For the longest time, Blurr remained undecided during the start of the great war, like many cybertronians, but eventually decided to join the Autobots. Sunstreaker didn't bother to remember why Blurr joined the Autobots, but the blue mech mentioned something about an old colleague of his being killed by the cons. 'I think the mech's name was Piston or something.' Sunstreaker shook his head, "Just shut up. I'm nothing like him."

Sideswipe chuckled, "You sure, Sunny? You two are more alike than you think. Always high and mighty… and pretty fragging angry." Seeing Sunstreaker's angry face made him break out laughing.

Sunstreaker stood up and transformed. He was going to go for a long drive, "I'm nothing like Blurr."

(Flashback before the Great War)

Sunstreaker groaned as he unplugged his processor from the simultronics machine next to his booth. In front of him were several cubes worth of high-grade energon. "If only Sideswipe were here to see this place. He~he," He gave a little laugh. His processor was peaking from his little reality trip.

While its name sounded simple, The Circle was the most exclusive energon bar on all of Cybertron. Only the highly privileged of Cybertron could enter. How had a simple mech like Sunstreaker wiggled his way in? He was stationed to watch over the Ibex cup. Zeta Prime was dragging his aft across Cybertron just to play bodyguard for a few of the racers. To his annoyance, Sunstreaker could hear the crowd of mechs and femme outside the club cheering. "He took his time to get here." Sunstreaker looked towards the entrance and watched Blurr enter. "Pff~What does everybody see in him?" He was one of the racers he had to watch over, and Blurr drove his processor ragged. "And Sideswipe thinks I'm stuck up."

Blurr was at the main counter, boasting about how once he retires, The Circle would be his. Despite his passion for racing, Blurr had always wanted to own an energon bar of his own. "Slow down!? You insult us," Blurr shouted as he lifted a glass of energon, "Wealth, fame, and endless upgrades await us! We're gonna race forever!"

Fastrack, Blurr's closest friend and rival in the Ibex cup, slammed his energon down, "More Energon!" He shouted. Blurr and Fastrack were drunk on high grade.

Sunstreaker scoffed and drank his own cube of energon. 'Those frag heads have no idea what's going on, do they?' With the rise of the Decepticons, the political climate across Cybertron couldn't be higher.

Sunstreaker's peace came to an end when a blue mech drunkenly slammed his energon on the table. Blurr was swaying, "Hey, it's you. Are you following me?" Zeta Prime ordered all the racers to be watched over, and it annoyed him. He didn't need protection.

"I was here before you, fragger." Sunstreaker sneered.

"C'mon, get your helm out of the scrap heap. We're at The Circle. Energon flows freely here." Blurr waved to the bot handling the bar, "Another round of high grade for me and my fan."

"I'm not a fan," Sunstreaker said with a glare.

Blurr sat down at the booth with him and began laughing, "HAHA! Ah~good one. Everyone is a fan." He pressed his metal thumb against his chest plate, "I'm Blurr, the fastest mech on Cybertron." He looked down and noticed the simultronic port in Sunstreaker's hand, "Don't tell me you actually use that stuff. Who'd want to get away from all this?" The place was loud and busting with life. Mechs and femmes of great importance were in here.

Sunstreaker frowned, "You don't even know what's going on outside, do you?"

Being the social and stuck-up mech that he was, Blurr ignored anything that had to do with politics. He probably didn't care about what the Decepticons were doing. "Hey, so long as I can race, I don't care about this spat with the… whatever those guys call themselves."

Scoffing, Sunstreaker sat back, "Please, without the Ibex cup, you've got nothing."

Blurr sneered at him. He clearly hit a sensitive subject, "I'm Blurr! I'll never expire. What do you have to show for your worth?"

Blurr and Sunstreaker gave each other snarled expressions. If the table were not in front of them, they'd likely be tearing each other apart. Sunstreaker gave Blurr a cruel smirk, "At least if I get a sparkmate, I'll be able to keep them. Knowing you, you'd throw them to the scrapyard within a solar cycle."

Blurr's hand crushed his cube of energon. He could handle people throwing insults at himself, but never his future sparkmate. "Say that again, and you'll be throwing up energon." Blurr, despite his selfish personality, wanted a sparkmate more than any other mech. And to have this yellow mech throw insults at them, even though he has yet to find a mate, still made him furious.

Sunstreaker smirked, "Aww~is the little racer upset? Your sparkmate would probably be dumber than a scraplet."

"Grrr~" Blurr clenched his denture and gave a dangerous growl. "Don't insult my sparkmate." His shaking was getting worse.

Sunstreaker decided to see how far he could break this mech. "Primus, forbid you two had a sparkling. That thing would probably be a walking abomination. Your sparkmate might even offline hers~" Sunstreaker was never able to finish his insult. Blurr had jumped across the table, and their energon spilled to the floor. Pulling his servo back, Blurr laid a few heavy hits into Sunstreaker, drawing fresh energon from his faceplate. Sunstreaker was able to land a few hits into Blurr as they started fighting.

It didn't take long before the two mechs were pulled away by the Autobot guards. Blurr's optics were red as he was snarling, "I'll rip his fragging vocal processor out!" To insult a sparkling, especially his, was unforgivable. Even though the chance for any cybertronian to have a sparkling was microscopic, there was always a possibility. He didn't care if he was kicked out of this place forever. He wanted to offline the mech who had the nerve to insulate his sparkmate and sparkling. 'I'll be a great sparkmate! And she'll be fragging perfect for me!'

Sunstreaker wiped the energon from his mouth, "You're gonna pay for that."

(Present)

Sunstreaker growled as he drove through Tranquility. Ever since then, he and Blurr have never gotten along. Even after Blurr joined the Autobot cause, they were at each other's neck-cables. Only when Optimus or Prowl were around would they act friendly. For Sideswipe to compare the two of them made him furious. "I'm better than Blurr in every conceivable way!" Sometimes Sunstreaker wanted to find a sparkmate on the spot just so he could rub it in Blurr's face. It has been a few eons since then, but Blurr had yet to find himself a sparkmate.

Given his reputation on Cybertron, plenty of femmes wanted nothing to do with the blue mech. Even as the cybertronian war raged on. Blurr's arrogant personality cost him greatly in his hopes to find a sparkmate, as most of the bots he met jumped to false conclusions about him. If Blurr isn't working, you'd usually find him drunk on high grade, slowly wallowing away in self-hatred.

(A few days Later)

It has been a few days since Samantha's encounter with Soundwave. She never spoke about her encounter with the Decepticon, and she hadn't seen Soundwave since that day. Samantha strangely had a gnawing feeling built up inside of her for the past few days. She wanted to speak with the mech again. Dare she admit it? Hearing his voice made her knees go weak, much like with Optimus.

Samantha stood before the cauldron. The tip of her wand was glowing as the wooden spoon stirred the potion. A book levitated next to her. "Three drops of unicorn blood and doxy eggshells." Wiggling her fingers, the ingredients seemingly appeared from nowhere and fell into the cauldron. Blue mist toppled over the edges, and the smoke swirled in a spiral fashion from the cauldron. Samantha continued to tend to the potion but could feel the Autobots staring at her. "Why is everyone staring at me?"

The Autobots looked away, but they were seemingly fascinated by her magic. Optimus kneeled to her level, "Are you in need of assistance?" It wasn't in his nature to stand around and watch as someone worked tirelessly. Samantha had been in front of the cauldron for three hours.

Samantha smiled at Optimus's willingness to help, "That's kind of you, but no. Unfortunately, you can't help even if you want to. If you touch the potion during its brewing process, it will ruin it. You don't possess any magic in your body or soul, so it would just be boiling gunk over a fire for you." She shrugged, "Potion making requires some amount of magic from my body." The book levitating next to her turned to the next page.

Sideswipe appeared beside her and was on his hands and knees, "Does it always take this long?" He thought she was joking when she said the potion would take a month.

"It depends on the potion. Some take a few minutes. Others can take months. The only potion that I can think of that takes longer than this is liquid luck."

Sideswipe tilted his head, "Liquid~what?"

"Liquid luck," She repeated, "It's literally bottled luck. If you drink it, then you will be lucky until the effects wear off. I only had it once, and I probably had one of the best days of my life." Samantha smiled as she recalled that wonderful day.

"Ooh! Do you mind if I try some?" Sideswipe cracked a massive smile. Samantha laughed at Sideswipe. "What?"

"N~nothing, it's just… liquid luck takes six months to brew." Sideswipes jaw dropped. Not even Ratchet's experiments took that long. "Besides, I don't even have the time or ingredients to make it. And, Merlin, forbid I brewed it incorrectly. Drinking a bad batch of liquid luck can be disastrous."

Sideswipe looked at the cauldron, "Huh, wait a nano-click. Where are you getting the ingredients for this." He never considered all the stuff she was throwing into the cauldron was that important.

Samantha looked between Sideswipe and Optimus, "I'm out collecting them. What do you think I do when I'm not here? I'm too far from an apothecary to buy the ingredients, so I have to find them. And don't even get me started on where I found the unicorn blood."

Optimus studied Samantha, "What is this unicorn you speak of?" For a moment, he believed she said Unicron.

Samantha bit her lip, "A unicorn is a magical creature that resembles a horse and has a horn on its head with golden hooves. They are very rare, and extracting their blood is very dangerous." Snapping her finger, the book next to her flipped some pages to show a drawing of the creature. "They are extremely pure creatures, and their blood is very powerful but dangerous."

"Is it harmful to touch?" Optimus asked.

She shook her head, "Unicorn blood has powerful healing properties that can save you, even if you are moments away from death. However, to consume the blood of a creature so pure, you will be cursed for the rest of your life."

Sideswipe was growing overly curious, "Curse, how? Would I grow another servo or something?"

Samantha scoffed, "You wish. The curse is different for everyone, but it is something that usually makes your life a miserable existence and incredibly painful. I believe one wizard a few hundred years ago ended up sharing his own body with a wendigo." She pointed to the back of her head, "It grew out the back of his head and whispered horrible things. He then eventually was driven to cannibalism." Optimus and Sideswipe looked unsettled. Death sounded like a better option than consuming unicorn blood. Samantha went back to stirring the potion, "Unicorn blood is hard to obtain anyways. Seeing as how unicorns only approach virgins. The one I found was very timid when I tried to coax some blood from it. It had a wounded leg, so I helped fix it." She found the unicorn long before the Autobots came to Earth and had been holding onto its blood for some time. Samantha noticed Optimus and Sideswipe seize up. The other Autobots who lingered around were now staring at her. "What?"

Sideswipe shakenly cleared his throat, "Y~you're a v~virgin?" Even they knew what that was on Cybertron. Unlike most humans, it was considered a great honor for a femme to give a mech their virginity. Despite all the femmes Sideswipe and his brother had interfaced with, they'd never interfaced with a virgin. Plenty of mechs and femme interfaced before finding a sparkmate.

Samantha blushed at Sideswipe's personal question, "Yes. You really shouldn't ask women that. It's kinda personal." She couldn't believe she was discussing this in front of them, "It has its benefits, I guess. If I wasn't, I'd never be able to approach a unicorn again. It would probably stab me with its horn." She gave a nervous laugh, "And believe me, I'm not about to just give it away like some girls. I'd rather give it to someone I really care about." Samantha had little comprehension of how powerful those words were. The Autobots were struggling to stand as the need to mate overwhelmed their processors.

Prowl's wings were twitching. Ever since she healed his processor, he'd been trying to formulate the most logical way to ask her to be his sparkmate. For a mech so level-headed, he was terrified to ask. Prowl was not a very emotional mech. Most of the time, he was considered stuck up because of how logical he was. 'Would she be interested in learning the Autobot code?' Primus! Even he knew that would not impress a femme. He could think of an instant counter strike to a Decepticon invasion, but he had no idea how to impress a femme. 'I will find the most logical way to obtain her spark.' His wings stood tall and firm. In the past, he has scared femme away from his unwillingness to be open. Prowl refused to let this femme slip through his servos. She won his spark the moment she fixed his processor. Human or not, this femme would be his!

Optimus's legs trembled. Samantha was a lovely femme, and he assumed she had interfaced before. "Then I wish you and your sparkmate a pleasant time, should you ever interface." Whoever took Samantha for their mate… it filled his spark with jealousy. She was devoted to her future sparkmate, unlike most of them in their youth. Prime felt his pistons and servos freeze. His optics briefly turn purple at the idea of another human taking her virginity. 'That human would not even value her faithfulness to him.' The longer Optimus thought of Samantha having a man touch her, the angrier he became. 'That human would be ungrateful.'

Horrific images flooded Optimus's processor. He could just imagine this human swine taking her virginity with little preparedness and hurting her. 'They'll abuse her! Make her cry and feel nothing but pain, then toss her away!' A voice spoke within Optimus's mind as his optics shined turned purple. 'She would be worshiped by her mates on Cybertron!' Peering down at Samantha, he studied her innocent complexion. She had a soft, tender smile. Those horrific images were projected before him and his energon boiled. Something buried deep within the back of his processor was breaking out. That deep and powerful longing he held of finding a sparkmate was beginning to resurface.

"T~thanks… I guess." Samantha's face turned red from Optimus's statement. 'Nononono! I'm weirding them out, aren't I? I know I'm a little weird, but I don't want them to know it.' Sideswipe got up and quickly hurried off, "Did I say something? Optimus, are you alright? You're eyes they're… uh… purple." There was something oddly attractive about seeing Optimus with purple optics. But with that attractiveness, there were a few drops of fear. 'That gaze of his. I feel like he's about to shout at me.'

Optimus attempted to keep his composure. Samantha's scent and personality were already making it difficult for his processor. Optimus had only interfaced with one femme in his entire life, and that was Elita-One; however, she had given her virginity to another mech. 'I had hoped Elita would have taken me as her sparkmate.' Whatever lurked in the back of his processor was sickened by the femme. Samantha was a far better choice for a sparkmate.

It took a great deal of time for Optimus to move past his feelings for Elita-One. They had known one another for so long he was under the assumption they would eventually become sparkmates, but he was wrong. He still remembers the cycle she practically ripped his spark out.

(Flashback)

Orion asked Elita-One to meet him at the communications tower that overlooked all of Iacon. Elita told him how much she loved the view from here, so he assumed it would be the best place to ask her to be his sparkmate. The young Iacon clerk was shaking with fear and anticipation. He wanted this to be a memorable experience. By the time Elita-One arrived, Orion's spark was pounding. He wasn't the greatest at expressing his emotions, but he was silently praying to Primus she accepted.

After a brief chat between the two, Orion was trembling as he stood looking down at Elita-One, "Will you be my sparkmate?" It had taken a great deal of courage for the young clerk to ask her. Unfortunately, to his greatest fear, Elita stood there and hadn't responded.

Elita-One shifted uncomfortably, "No." She shook her head without hesitation. "Orion, you're a good friend, but… no."

Orion stood there in stasis lock. His spark felt like it was being devoured by scraplets. "No?" He repeated aloud, "May I ask, why?" This isn't what he had planned. Everything seemed perfect between them, so he failed to see why she was rejecting his spark. Was it something he did? Perhaps she didn't fancy the view.

Elita frowned, "Orion, you're my friend… but… you're not what I'd consider for a sparkmate. I know we've interfaced a few times, but it didn't mean anything." She didn't approve of mechs questioned her. Orion said nothing, but the hurt look on his faceplate was making her feel awkward, "Will you stop that?! You're making me feel bad! I'm sorry, Orion, but you're just… well… boring. You're always emotionless about everything. You never unwind your servos, and when you do, it's because Ratchet or I force you too." Orion's spark was shrinking by the second, "I want a sparkmate who isn't so formal about everything. You're a good spark, Orion, but you're just not for me. I~I'll see you later." The pink femme turned and left Orion standing there as he looked over Iacon.

Orion's spark was shattered by everything Elita said. His servos clenched the metal guard. "Did it truly mean nothing to her?" Not even the view of Iacon could return a smile onto his faceplate. Orion attempted to keep his composure, but his spark was consumed by rage instead of feeling sadness. "Grr!" He kicked the railing, causing it to break off and plummet. His optics briefly turned purple as his spark was consumed with hatred.

(Present)

Optimus sighed internally as he remembered that loathsome memory. His relationship with Elita-One had never been the same. He'd never opened his spark to another femme since then. The pain of rejection his spark felt was incomprehensible. It wasn't long after the Great War started, and he was tossed in as leader of the Autobots. Before him was the Great Sentinel Prime, his mentor, who was lost to the stars. Before his departure, he told Optimus his plan would have ended the war.

Samantha closed the lid onto the cauldron and looked back at Optimus. He had a long-distance gaze, "Optimus, are you alright?"

Optimus looked at the small witch and nodded, "I am fully functional."

She wasn't entirely convinced, "Alright. Optimus, do you mind if I ask you something?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"What is the Decepticon's goal, in their eyes? I find it difficult to believe they would willingly join a cause just to cause tyranny like you originally said. There has to be more to it than that."

Optimus studied Samantha. He admired her vigilance. She was willing to help them but obviously attempted to come to her own conclusion about what they were fighting for. "Very well." He offered his hand for her to step on. Samantha was a bit cautious and stood in his hand as he took her away from the others. "The Decepticons were not always ruthless and, at a point in the beginning, I conceded their justification for wanting change." Samantha was listening attentively, "Our fellow cybertronians, those whose sparks emerged from the well of allsparks, were forced to serve as miners. It was a harsh but necessary system to keep balanced across Cybertron."

Samantha sat in his hand, "I'm guessing they rebelled after being treated poorly for so long?"

Optimus nodded, "A former miner and gladiator turned revolutionist rose to form the Decepticons and spoke of equality for all Cybertronians by abolishing the caste system. However, the Decepticons soon began attacking Autobot governments across Cybertron. Megatron's goal for equality soon turned into a lust for power." Samantha sat there in Optimus's hand as he explained the history of the Cybertronian civil war. From his perspective. There were a few things she wished to ask; yet, she kept her tongue at bay. Optimus doesn't know of her encounter with Soundwave. Certain events weren't adding up between what Optimus told her and Soundwave.

Once he finished, Samantha sat silently in his hand, "I see. I'm sorry. If it is any consolation. wizardkind, not too long ago, ended a war just as bad as yours." She didn't like comparing which war was worse but felt he should know more about wizard history.

Optimus tilted his head, "A war amongst wizards?" He was curious what a war of magic would look like.

"Most wizards will never say his name, he was that terrible, but he called himself Voldemort. Unlike Megatron, who wanted to fight for equality, it sounds like. The Dark Lord sought to enslave and eradicate muggle kind. He believed the world was meant to be ruled by wizards alone and had an army of magical creatures and dark wizards under his command. He also slaughtered anyone who was not a pure-blood wizard and thought they were a stain on wizarding society. The Dark Lord and his followers slaughter millions of wizards and muggles alike, and the muggle world never even knew about it. At least most of them don't."

Optimus leaned close, "Go on."

"In the past, it was often the Dark Lord's pleasure to invade the minds of his victims. Similar to how I entered Prowl's mind, only he had evil intentions. He created visions and nightmares to torture them into madness. After killing them, he would use the foulest of all magic and use their ruined corpses to create an army of inferius. But he also took joy in using the imperius curse by controlling wizards to do his bidding."

Optimus did not know who this Dark Lord was, but already he disapproved of him. "I… apologize. I cannot imagine what atrocities this Voldemort inflicted upon your kind. If I may ask, what is an inferius?"

"It is a sick and perverted form of necromancy. A dark wizard uses the recently deceased body to reanimate the corpse for their own twisted purpose. Sadly, it was common for much of the wizarding population to lose someone they knew or loved because of the Dark Lord. They couldn't even bury their loved ones because of the foul magic that decimated their corpse." Samantha could see Optimus getting angrier the more he heard. Human life seemed perfect and peaceful, so it was hard for him to comprehend this. "I can't even begin to explain the terrors of what he left upon the wizarding world. There is not a witch or wizard alive who does not cower in fear because of his name. That is how terrifying he was. But there was another reason people were afraid to say his name. Taboo."

"I do not fully understand."

"Taboo is a highly complex and powerful spell. This might be hard for you to grasp because you are new to magic, but taboo is when a word itself is bewitched."

Optimus tried to comprehend this idea, "How exactly is a word bewitch?"

"The spell works by designating a specific word or phrase. When it is spoken aloud, your location is revealed no matter where you are on the planet. But here is the catch. Any protective enchantments around you are weakened, and anyone around you is also revealed. It also grants the workers at the ministry to apparate instantly to your location. It would be like saying Megatron's name aloud, and then all of his followers would know where you were."

Optimus's optics widened. He had never heard of even though of this form of tracking. To just say Megatron's name and reveal his location, the Autobots would never stand a chance. "Is there no way to counter this spell?"

Samantha shrugged, "Don't say the word or phrase. And believe me, it was common for people to say it by accident. There is one way to block the spell, but it's complicated. And that would be the fidelius charm."

"I reckon this is another form of magic?" Optimus asked.

She nodded, "I'll try to explain this the best way I can, but believe me, this is a hard spell to comprehend. Even for wizards. The fidelius charm is when a location is bewitched to become unplottable." Samantha motioned to the junkyard, "I could bewitch the junkyard or say an Autobot outpost, and the Decepticons would never find it. Ever."

Optimus leaned close. If these were true… then he needed to know this spell. To keep themselves hidden from the Decepticons could turn the tide of the war. "Please go on."

"This junkyard would, in a manner of speaking, exist in its own protected dimension, inside of itself. The Decepticons could be right over there," She pointed past the chain-link fence, "But they would never see us or be able to enter this area. At least, so long as you never willingly reveal your location."

Optimus went rigid with curiosity, "Would this work for large structures? Or entire settlements."

"Yes," Optimus's spark was pounding, "And say they knew we were here and destroyed the junkyard, we would still be protected. Your location is unplottable. It's protected by powerful magic that erases it across all maps and books or wherever it was previously written. The catch, however, is only the people who know of the spell and its location can enter. But if you or anyone who knows of the location's true existence, behind the enchantment, whoever it is revealed to would also be able to find it." Samantha laughed at Optimus's expression. He was obviously impressed, "As you can see, magic is quite powerful."

"Would you be able to perform this?" Optimus asked with hope in his spark. If what Samantha said were true, he could not allow the Autobots to leave. This form of protection was beyond anything he could pray to Primus.

"Me?" Samantha looked nervous, "W~well, the spell is very complex. I'd have to establish where the entrance is and what part of the building is hidden. Who the secret keepers are." She babbled on for a bit. "I guess I could, but I don't know the incantation."

Optimus brought her close to his face, "You have helped us more than you know, but I must ask for your favor, Samantha." He sounded almost desperate for this miracle spell, "Would you be willing to learn this spell and help us?"

Samantha was close enough to Optimus's face and pressed her hand to his cheek. The metal was soft and warm beneath her hand, "Optimus, I would love to… but I can't." His hope was fading, "I know plenty of spells that could help you, but I can't get involved. I'm sorry, but wizarding law forbids us from using magic to help muggles. The first rule of the Statute of Secrecy is to keep magic hidden from all non-magic beings. The fact that I've already told you and Mikaela could sentence me to the dementor kiss. That or a life sentence in Azkaban, which is guarded by dementors."

Optimus felt a seething rage fill his spark. It was unfair for her to keep something so wonderful hidden from the world and them. "I'm sorry you must keep this hidden from your own kind." Optimus was sure about one thing. He would snatch this young spark away if she was sentenced to this so-called dementor's kiss. For her very spark to be consumed… he'd never forgive himself.

"Ya… um… about that. Optimus, once you leave. By law, I'm supposed to obliviate all of you." This immediately caught Optimus's undivided attention.

"You're going to erase our processors?" If she could enter into Prowl's mind, he did not doubt her ability to erase their memories.

Samantha rubbed his palm, "I don't know." She looked upset, "You're all very kind, but this is the reality for wizards. It's why we don't socialize with muggles because we don't want to go through the pain of knowing they'll be obliviated."

Optimus growled softly. Wizard society was filled with unfair rules. He could only imagine how painful it must be for someone in Samantha's position to erase their friends or loved one's memories. Optimus gave the human a smile, "You are a brave spark to traverse such a world." Earth had its own level of complexity that was different from Cybertrons.

Two entirely different worlds filled with their own pasts.

Samantha gave Optimus a tender smile, "Optimus, I can't understand what it was like on Cybertron, but I just wanted you to know. Your species is not alone. Humans have had their own struggles and wars. If we can overcome them, I'm fairly certain you can."

Optimus was silent, but her words slowly filled his spark with a few drops of hope. "You are quick to judge that our species can end a century-long war."

She smirked, "Don't lose hope. You're far older than me, all of you are, but you've come too far to have doubts now."

Slowly, a warm smile appeared on Optimus's face. His smile started to vanish as his spark gave a painful beat, 'My~spark.' The longer he stared at the human in his hand, the worse it got. Samantha was a tender spark, and his own spark felt as if it were reaching out to snatch her. 'My spark has not felt like this since… since…' Optimus couldn't bring himself to finish the thought. He needed to stop whatever this feeling was before it grew out of control. His spark had been shattered once. He couldn't allow himself to fall for this human. Despite the sense of ecstasy, she caused his body, he needed to stand firm. "Thank you, Samantha. It is comforting to know humans, such as yourself, are understanding." It took a monumental amount of will to set her down and not throw her into his spark chamber.

Samantha smiled and walked away, going to find Mikaela. 'I wish I could take some weight off of Optimus's shoulders.' She hasn't known him for long, but it pained her to see how stretched thin he was. The other Autobots ignored it or didn't see it, but Samantha could see past his tough walls that Optimus was exhausted. 'Poor guy always has to be the leader and act calm. Does he at least open up to Ratchet? Merlin, I hope he's not bottling up his emotions.' For wizards, that was very dangerous. They could lose control of their magic and hurt someone.

Meanwhile, Optimus watched Samantha walk off. His optics were still stained purple. A voice that was, but also wasn't his own, began speaking in the back of his processor, 'She'll be our sparkmate.'

Optimus found himself blindly agreeing with this voice, 'Yes.'

'Will you allow those vile human males to defile her?'

'Never,' A dangerous growl erupted from his throat.

'Take her. Lock the femme in your spark chamber. Let her worship our spark as we worship that human soul of hers.' The voice was growing louder in his head. His optics were a deep purple.

Optimus took a blind step in Samantha's direction, 'Yes… our human… our sparkmate.' A gust of wind blew her scent in his direction, causing his processor to spiral further into this almost trance-like state.

'Think of the sparklings she could bestow upon us. Our sparklings.'

Optimus's steps grew more prominent as he attempted to seek out the femme he just let go. 'My sparklings. My sparkmate!' All sense of logic fled his mind. He didn't think about the physical differences of their species and how she couldn't possibly bear a cybertronian sparkling. But the voice in his processor spoke otherwise.

'Find her! Merge our spark with her soul.'

Optimus blindly agreed to everything this voice said. He wanted to see his sparkmate struggle to stand as he filled her womb with his sparklings. Looking past a mountain of junk, he spotted Samantha talking to Mikaela.

"Optimus," Ratchet had approached him from behind, "What is the matter with you?" Optimus was acting strange. Ratchet nearly stumbled back when the Prime looked at him with a furious glare. His optics were a deep purple.

"What is it, Ratchet?" He growled out.

Ratchet immediately took notice of Optimus's change in behavior, "I'm picking up several Decepticon signals across the valley."

Optimus's optics slowly turned blue again as he came back to reality. 'What was I doing?' Was he truly about to take Samantha? Had Ratchet not shown up, he was afraid that voice within his processor would have succeeded in trapping Samantha in his spark chamber. "Do you recognize the signals?"

Ratchet opened a panel on his arm, "I'm detecting Soundwave's life signature within the area."

Optimus frowned, "Soundwave?" This was a problem then. "We will need to increase our patrol range."

"And the humans?" Ratchet asked while looking at the femme.

Optimus looked over at Samantha. His spark was demanding to feel her touch, "Soundwave is a dangerous mech. We will need at least two of us watching the humans at all times."

Ratchet frowned, "Why not keep the femme here?" Despite his grouchy personality, Ratchet had a soft spot for these two humans. Mikaela knew quite a lot about fixing vehicles of all shapes and sizes. Given enough training, he could mold her into an assistant for when he needs to fix one of the Autobots. Then there was Samantha. Primus! His spark was a fluttering mess around her. Her curiosity about his achievements on Cybertron never ceased to win his spark over. He still recalls the moment his spark was captured by her.

(Flashback)

Samantha was resting inside Ratchet. After fixing Prowl's processor, her body was left weakened. Ratchet's holoform was activated, and he was looking over the human resting on the makeshift medical bed. He started berating her about her safety. "That was foolish to bring yourself to harm, Samantha."

"Ratchet, I'm fine, I promise." She attempted to sit up, but Ratchet's hand pushed her back down. Ratchet's holoform was that of his cybertronian self.

"Ah~ah! No moving." A frown filled his robotic face.

Samantha smiled, "Alright, fine." She snuggled into his bed. "If I'm gonna be here for a while. Do you mind telling me more about yourself? Like what is your over fascination with wrenches?"

Ratchet looked at the femme and shivered. He felt Samantha snuggle into his bed, "What is there to say? With those fragging twins on my tailpipe, I need a reliable tool to hit their helms with."

Samantha laughed a little, "I wish I had your sense of humor, Ratchet."

Ratchet nearly toppled over, "I'm sorry?" Did this femme have him mistaken for someone else?

"You're constantly threatening the Autobots with your wrench or have a sadistic look of wielding them to something." She gave him a smile, "But despite all that, I can see you care for them. It's sweet. I know you probably don't want to hear some human blabber about you being mushy, but you're very caring. Despite all your shouting."

Ratchet's faceplate started to burn, "U~uh, yes… well… thank you." The white mech rubbed his neck cables and glanced at the femme, "You… think I'm funny?"

"Are you kidding?" Samantha giggled, "You're flipping hilarious. You may not be a joker, but seeing you use your wrench as a weapon is comedic gold." She'll never forget when he hit Sideswipe over the head with it, and it came flying back into his servo like a boomerang. "And well… I admire you." A blush started to fill her cheeks. Samantha could've sworn it was beginning to heat up inside of Ratchet's alt-form.

"You do?"

"I was talking to Ironhide, and he told me just how great of an inventor you were back on Cybertron. It's pretty inspiring to hear how you gave up inventing to help become a medic. You've probably heard this all before, but if you were a wizard, I could easily see you being an amazing healer."

Ratchet's spark started to beat faster, "Yes, you've mentioned these healers before."

"Unlike muggles, wizards don't tear people open to fix their injuries. Healers use spells and potions to fix injuries. It is a very noble profession in the wizarding world to essentially be a doctor."

Ratchet looked over Samantha and felt his spark flutter at the human's kind words. 'P~primus her scent.' Seeing her tiny form spread across his bed was making it harder for the medic to focus. "You hardly know me, young spark. I'm not the easiest mech to be around."

Samantha turned in the bed, "Ya, I kinda figured. You're not perfect." She looked over Ratchet and felt her heart flutter, "Everyone has an annoying flaw. Sure, you're a little blut and rough around the edges, but that's just who you are."

"I'm blunt now, am I?" He felt a smirk form on his faceplate.

"Ratchet, no offense, you're blunter than a brick." She matched his smirk, "But, that just makes you fun to be around."

Ratchet's spark was burning the longer he talked, "You're a very strange human."

She chuckled, "I'm a witch, Ratchet. What did you expect when you first met me? Some silly muggle girl crying about her stupid problems?" She could tell by Ratchet's expression that she figured him out, "But I'll take the compliment, I guess."

Ratchet shook, "That wasn't a compliment."

Samantha chuckled, much to his embarrassment, "Please, Ratchet, knowing you in the small amount of time that I have, that is the nicest thing you can say without realizing it." When he was trying to be kind, it was usually tackled with a smart-ass comment. Samantha enjoyed the time she spent with Ratchet. He was a very unique individual, even though he may not see it himself.

Ratchet watched Samantha laugh at his reaction, and something deep within his spark exploded. His spark felt a powerful gnawing sensation as he looked over her body. The Autobot medic felt his coolant heat up as his fingers longed to feel this human's body. 'Grr! What is happening to my spark?' He's never felt this before. Forbidden thoughts of having this femme worship his spark only furthered the painful longing in his chest plate. After a bit of time, Samantha drifted off to sleep, and Ratchet was left to his thoughts.

The medic was leaning against the inside of his alt-form, staring at the human recharging. 'What has she done to my spark?' Seeing Samantha laugh and act so comfortable around his grouchy personality only deepened the aching of his spark. 'Primus, this can't be happening.' Turning, he slammed his helm against his forearm but felt no pain since this was a holoform. 'Why of all the beings in the universe does my spark yearn for her? Primus, why must you torment me like this!?' Ratchet started to tremble as he grew angry with himself, 'She is a human! She'd never reciprocate anything for me. Even if she did, we're different species? I'd never be able to pleasure her properly.'

Ratchet lifted his helm and looked over his holoform, it briefly flickered, 'Primus, what have I done to deserve this?' Deep within his spark, Ratchet wanted this femme. Her scent was only an added benefit. 'She would never be able to return with us to Cybertron. And staying here?' Even if he stayed and asked her to be his sparkmate, he would never be able to have a physical relationship. What sparkmate would he be if he couldn't pleasure his femme? Ratchet lifted his helm and cautiously checked to make sure Samantha was still asleep. Kneeling, his metallic finger softly ran across her cheek, but felt nothing. 'Such a gentle femme.'

As he looked her over, an idea popped into Ratchet's mind that caused him to stand up, 'No! I could never attempt that!' The Allspark was very powerful… perhaps… under the right circumstances, he could make her a cybertronian. Ratchet was furious that he would even consider such an idea, 'I could never do that to her. Robbing her of a normal human life.' He slammed his hand onto his face. Ratchet wasn't bothered by her human form or fleshiness like Sunstreaker, but if he ever wanted to make her his sparkmate. He wasn't even sure his spark would be able to merge with this 'soul' of theirs. Ratchet trembled with rage at his predicament, 'What if she agreed? Primus, would it even work?' The energy from the Allspark might just as quickly kill her.

(Present)

Ratchet had kept his Allspark theory to himself, but he was constantly plagued by the spark-clenching idea of Samantha being one of them. His legs nearly gave way to what it would feel like as their sparks merged while interfacing. 'Even if we were the same size… cybertronian protofluid is toxic to the human body.' Not even to mention cybertronian strength.

Meanwhile, Mikaela was sitting with Samantha as they watched the Autobots. "Do they know we can see them?"

Samantha shrugged, "Probably not. What do you think they're talking about?"

"Beats me… anyways, c'mon finish what you were saying. You can transform into an animal?"

Sam shook her head, "No, no, not yet anyway. Technically, MACUSA requires all employees studying dark artifacts to consume the animagus potion before employment. I… might have lied on my application."

"Can't you just take the potion right now? You know before they notice."

"It's not that simple." Samantha groaned at the idea of trying to become an animagus. "I have to keep a stupid leaf in my mouth for a month, cast a spell on myself at the exact same time every day, and the potion has to be drunk at the exact moment there is a lightning storm."

Mikaela's eyes widened, "All that for changing into an animal? Screw that. Why is that even a requirement for your job?"

"They think it is important because it allows you to hide."

"Do you at least get to choose what animal you change into?" Mikaela asked.

"Nope." Samantha glanced at her, "It just depends on your personality. I'm sure you've heard people talk about having spirit animals. Pretty much the same thing."

"Ah~still sounds like a pain in the ass. Do you know what you'd change into?"

Samantha's face scrunched up, "I don't know." Given how she was a parseltongue, she assumed a snake. However, her Patronus was that of a phoenix. "Most wizards don't usually know what animal they'll change into."

Mikaela looked over towards the Autobots, "I'm probably gonna sound stupid. Why don't you just use magic to change into one of them?" She'd pay big money to see the Autobots react to Samantha changing into a Cybertronian. Or perhaps the other way around.

Samantha choked a bit, "Excuse me?" Her cheeks caught fire, "Magic does have its limits. Besides, the animagus potion is to change into an animal. Not another species like them."

"I don't know. Can't you at least try?"

Sam shook her head, her ebony-colored hair moving back and forth, "Experimenting with magic is a dangerous practice. Which I have no experience with. Far too many wizards have been hurt or died while trying to create new spells. Especially transfiguration spells." Already Samantha knew Mikaela's next question, "And, no. I can't change them into humans. I wouldn't even know where to begin because they're machines. Rule of thumb, Mikaela, magic and electronics never end well."

Mikaela shrugged, "I'm just throwing out ideas for your little love problem." She smirked as Samantha became embarrassed, "I wish there was something I could do to help. I can't imagine how it feels to like someone of a different species."

"C~can you not say that aloud. You make it sound weird."

"Okay, Sam." Mikaela bit her tongue, "Samantha and the Autobots sitting in a tree~" She started singing while laughing. Samantha punched her in the arm. Her face was on fire.

"Shut up!" She was mortified by Mikaela's teasing, "You're worse than my mother!"

Mikaela leaked against her motorcycle as she struggled to breathe, "I~I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

Samantha gave an adorable huff as her face continued to change through different shades of red. "Why am I hanging out with you again?"

"Beats me." Mikaela looked at her motorcycle, "Hey, I'm going to be picking up my man-child father from prison later. Would you like to have dinner with us?"

Samantha raised a brow, "You're picking your father up from prison and casually ask me to join you both for dinner?"

"What… too soon?" Her father went to prison more times than she can remember. Usually for petty crimes.

Samantha bit her cheek, "Uh~sure. Why not? But if he steals from me, Mikaela, I swear I'll turn his hand into a snake."

Mikaela laughed, "Can you just do it anyway? That will probably scare his deadbeat ass out of doing crimes." The two women continued to talk and laugh, utterly unaware that the Autobots were staring at them.

Jazz was sitting on a busted-up car a few feet away, using it as a chair. A slight frown found its way onto his face. Samantha was becoming a bit too comfortable around Mikaela. The white and blue mech had a jealous frown on his face. Why couldn't she be like that around him? Jazz didn't care what it took, Samantha was going to be his sparkmate, and nobody was going to get in his way. He trembled as he envisioned her rewashing him. 'That little femme knows just where to touch me.'

(Author Notes)

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Almost 15,000 words so please don't be suprised if you see a grammatical error. Again, I do go back and fix errors, so please forgive me if you see something. Where do we even begin with this chapter? As you can see Blurr has made an appearence in a brief flashback. Personally, I love Blurr from the IDW universe and if you have not seen the comic with him, I reccomend you all go give it a glance :D He was such a stuck-up mech and then life came sprialing down for him. It also seems Soundwave had finally made his presence known to Samantha. Let's be honest she was bound to figure out he was a Decepticon sooner or later, but denial is such a hard think to over come. Then we have Optimus... I am slightly concerned about this voice speaking in the back of his head. I just hope he is able to control himself while around Samantha in the future. And Elita-One... (* ￣︿￣) I think it is best if I do not mention my opinion of the vile femme.

Next chapter we will finally start getting back on track with the films. I feel there has been enough personal interaction between character that it is a good place to go off on. Oh and before I forget. Someone asked if Lennox and Epps will be in this story and have important rolls. The answer is yes XD. Lastly, sorry if there was a mech you had wanted more interactions with before going back into the main story. That is not to say Samanth won't have more interation with the mechs in the future.