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(Chapter 14)

(Norma Arm of the Milky Way Galaxy)

Blurr tapped his fingers on the controls as he stared at the large monitor. He was piloting a small Autobot cargo ship. "Systems normal, energon levels… meh." And for his mental sanity… completely fragged. In addition to being the pilot for this ship, he was trapped with a few other Autobots and a femme who made him want to steer the vessel directly into the nearest star.

"Blurr, I want you to ensure our energon levels remain above 35.5%. And avoid the asteroid field near the outer rim." A particular femme commanded. Despite being in space, she had bright pink armor that burned the former racer's optics.

Blurr's optics twitched as he gripped the controls, "Would you prefer to pilot?" He asked, slightly irritated as Elita-One found another flaw with his piloting.

"And I can do without the tone, soldier," Elita said before turning away to walk down the ship's hallway. It was a scout ship, so there wasn't much room, and it drove Blurr to the brink of insanity.

"And I used to think this situation would be a blessing from Primus. But no… Instead, I'm trapped with three annoying femme, two moronic twins, and an invisible aft!" Blurr complained aloud. For a mech who used to think only about himself, he once contemplated the idea of being trapped on a ship with three femme to be a dream. However, it was a relentless nightmare. Chromia was questioning his commands, Moonracer refused to lift a servo when it came to assisting him with maintenance, and Elita-One was the worst of the bunch. The mere sight of anything pink reminded Blurr of her armor, making his energon boil. 'If she thinks I won't punch her in the helm, she's wrong.' Elita-One radiated everything Blurr loathed in a leader. She demanded respect and hardly listened to him.

When Blurr first met Elita-One, he thought she was the prettiest femme in the universe, like most mechs. Yet, after she started talking, it made Blurr wanna blow his helm off. 'And everyone used to say I had a big ego. Primus, how I wish I could take everything back.' He despised his past.

"Blurr, we have a leak in the cargo bay. I'll need you to repair it." Elita's voice came from the comm-link.

Blurr's metallic fingers tightened on the throttle, "Get the twins to fix it, or better yet Moonracer. She's not busy." He wasn't even going to bother bringing up Mirage. The two of them were always butting heads over the stupidest things. A few cycles ago, they got into a heated argument over Mccadams Bar, a popular location on Cybertron before the war. Mirage was unimpressed by the once popular bar, and Blurr advocated that it was easily the most incredible place on Cybertron. Mirage had a higher standard on everything, more so than him.

Mirage was not the easiest Autobot to get along with. Acting as a spy for them, there was a certain level of distrust that lingered around the mech. His particular ability to turn 'invisible' made most Autobots uncomfortable.

"She's running an energon analysis on my orders. As should you. Enough back talk and do as you're commanded. Should I remind you who put me in charge of this vessel, Blurr?" Elita asked in a demeaning voice.

"Ya~ya~the mighty Optimus Prime."

"What was that?"

Blurr clenched his denture, "I'll fix it as soon as I can." He held his glossa. "Where are the twins?" The large door behind the blue mech opened, and two annoying bots walked in. The command room wasn't large, and Blurr was currently crammed into the cockpit. 'I was never created to be stuck in tight places. I should be racing.' The shuttle's seat wasn't designed for a mech of his size to pilot it. He was crushed into the seat and looked like he was driving a clown car.

"Aw~Mudflap, Lookie' ol' ex-bigshot has an angry look on his face." Skids said while slapping his brother's back.

"You think he can hear us with that big ego of his? Haha!" Mudflap joked at Blurr's expense.

"What have I said about, you idiots, being in here? Get out!" Blurr roared over his shoulder plate. His patience was worn thin, and he wanted to slaughter them all. He despised the twins and their constant talking. The only other set of twins he has met were Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. While he could stand Sideswipe, he would forever despise Sunstreaker. Their argument inside The Circle would never escape his processor. 'I'll have a perfect sparkmate!'

"Hehe~I think mister bigshot is angry."

"What's he gonna do? Hey, Mudflap, what has blue armor and is as smart as an alternator?"

"Easy it's~"

"That's it!" Blurr stood up and ran over at a speed they could only dream of reaching. Pulling his arm back, he grabbed Mudflap and threw him out the door while punching Skids with his other arm. The twins screamed as they went flying down the hall.

"OW~hey, they hurt, ya jerk!" Skids shouted.

"What is the meaning of this?" Elita-One demanded as she stepped into the single hallway of the ship. Chromia was with her. "Blurr!" The tiny femme marched over to the blue mech and got in his face. Or at least she tried to. The femme barely reached his chest plate."I will not stand for you acting like a sparkling on my ship."

Blurr sneered, "I don't take orders from you. I listen to Optimus." He was the only mech he respected. It didn't take long before the two cybertronians yelled at one another. This was a 'daily' routine. Nevertheless, it wasn't just Blurr against Elita. Chromia had decided to include herself in the conversation and took her commander's side. The only reason Blurr was here was that Optimus requested he watch over these femmes, but now he was regretting it. Before the argument could get out of hand, an alarm went off on the primary communications terminal.

"We are not done here, Blurr," Elita said while walking to the communications console. Blurr just huffed, and a bit of steam came out of his nose. Near the wall, the ship's plating appeared to be warped. They were unaware of the Autobot watching them.

"Who is it from? Is it a distress beacon?" Chromia asked as she walked over. Elita fiddled with the digital command board while Blurr leaned against the automated doorway.

"It's a message from Optimus." She held her hand to her audio receptor, "He wants all surviving Autobots to converge to his coordinates. It sounds urgent."

"Do you think he found the Allspark?"

"If so, we need to be there to offer our support," Elita said firmly. "Set our course for Earth."

Chromia scoffed, "Earth? What type of name is that?" She rolled her optics and took control of the shuttle, "Do you think Ironhide is still with them?"

Blurr glanced over and frowned, "Didn't you frag Sunstreaker behind his backplate?"

Chromia glared at Blurr, "That's none of your business. Ironhide and I are still going to be sparkmates. He still desires my spark. We just had a disagreement. I'll admit Sunstreaker was a good frag for a while, but his art nonsense is so primitive. I'd appreciate a sparkmate who wasn't going to embarrass me."

"Optimus will want a full report on our scouting mission," Elita said with a glint in her optics. 'Perhaps I should buff my armor before we arrive. A femme should always look her best for a Prime.'

Blurr rolled his optics and walked away, "I know you're there." He said while looking at the distorted wall.

Mirage deactivated his cloaking device and appeared from thin air, "Blurr."

"Mirage." The blue mech replied bitterly.

"So… we're heading to Earth? I'm not familiar with the natives of this planet." Mirage stopped momentarily, "This planet has natives, correct?"

"How should I know? I'm not looking into other life forms. Why do you care?"

"It is my duty to know exactly what type of environment we are entering."

"You act like anyone is going to care that they notice you," Blurr said as he pulled Mirage's string.

"At least I have a purpose in life. Unlike another mech, I know." Mirage said with a deep frown.

"Is that right? And what mech doesn't have a purpose?" He asked the rhetorical question while clenching his fist.

"The ex-racer whose only function is racing."

Blurr was glaring daggers at Mirage; however, he knew exactly how to get under this mech's servos. "At least when I enter a room, I'm trusted and femme like me."

"With that ego of yours?"

"Look who's talking. Hardly anything lives up to your perfect standards."

"Forgive me for having a standard. It is not my fault if you, and every other mech, cannot rise to it." Mirage said as he uncrossed his arms. His blue and white armor had a shine to it.

Blurr raised his chin and smirked, "For a mech that can turn invisible, I don't see much difference between your cloaking device and you just standing there." Mirage clenched his denture as he sneered at Blurr.

"Is there a problem here?" Elita-One asked the two mechs in the hallways.

Mirage glanced at the pretty femme and attempted to impress her, "Not at all, Commander. Do you need my assistance with anything?" Blurr rolled his optics at Mirage's delusion. For a mech who had such high standards, he also saw Elita as the perfect femme who would be well suited as his sparkmate.

"No, we are functional, Mirage." She said while barely looking at the mech. Half the time, she forgot this mech was on the ship. "I expect both of you to be prepared when we touch down on Earth. This might be a trap by the Decepticons."

Once Elita left, Blurr turned to Mirage and shook his helm, "You can't honestly think that femme would ever want you for her sparkmate, right?" Blurr wasn't trying to sound cruel, but he could see that manipulative femme was only interested in Optimus.

Mirage sneered at him, "She'll be my sparkmate! Just wait and see." In his clouded processor, he saw her as the only femme who was pretty enough to be his sparkmate. Then again, he hasn't met many femmes since the war. He was simply being realistic about his options.


(Earth)

Samantha was sitting on Jazz's shoulder as he walked down the dirt road with Prowl beside him. The chances of anyone seeing them were minimal, and the other Autobots were too far away.

"I still owe you big time for savin' my spark," Jazz said as he turned his head, "To think a little human took down 'old meggsie' with a stick. Haha! Now that is a story I want to tell everyone."

"I bet you do. But I don't think I can let you. I'm sorry, Jazz, but the fewer people that know I'm a witch, the better." Samantha replied.

"Aw~c'mon, now, surely there is some rule about letting other species know." Jazz sounded happy and hopeful. He wanted to brag that his favorite human was a witch. Cybertronians loved bragging about their sparkmates.

Samantha gave him a sad smile, "It's complicated. Yes, you're not human, but keeping magic hidden from the world and beyond is just how it must be. The fact that you aren't human is even more of a reason the International Congress of Wizards wouldn't want you to know."

Jazz frowned and faced forward while huffing, "Well, I think it's great. I don't know much about magic, but from what I've seen you do, I'm throwing all my chits down that it beats anything Cybertronians can accomplish."

Samantha rolled her eyes while smiling, "Are you alright, Prowl? You've been awfully quiet."

"I am functional." Prowl said with little emotion on his face. "Can I assume your hand is making a progressive recovery?"

"Sort of." She lifted her bandage and rubbed it, "I've never had this happen before, but then again, I channel all my magic into my wand."

"If I may inquire, how is it you 'channel' this magic? I have seen you perform it without a wand, so I fail to see why it is required."

"As I've said, magic comes from the human body and the soul. We can cast spells without wands, which is how it has been done for thousands of years. How do I put this in a way you will understand? Imagine magic as an unstable element." Prowl and Jazz were listening to her adamantly, "A wand functions as a refinery. It can make our magic more elegant in a manner of speaking. With a wand, we can cast certain spells that would, normally, be impossible. It takes immense patience and training to cast spells without a wand, but this is especially true if you aren't saying the incantation."

Jazz tilted his head, "Alright, now that makes sense. And I'm betting I've got the most powerful witch in the world on my shoulders right now. I mean… you did destroy the Allspark." He meant for that to be a compliment, but the mention of the Allspark immediately made Samantha turn glum. "W~wait! You know what I mean! C'mon, now, you know I don't like seein' a pretty femme upset."

Prowl's wings were bent downward as he spoke, "What Jazz means to say is you are indeed a powerful individual. The Allspark… from what we originally understood, was an indestructible vessel."

Samantha attempted to smile, "You're both very sweet, but I still feel horrible about what I've done. I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive myself."

"Hey, we've been without the Allspark for a long time. So what if it's gone?" Jazz began, "Let me tell you something, Samantha. Without Optimus, the Autobot-cause would have been sent crashin' to the ground."

"But… Aren't you Optimus's second-in-command? Wouldn't you be in charge of the Autobots?"

Jazz threw his head back and laughed, "Me? Aww~you're just after my spark, aren't you? Nah, I may be second-in-command, but I ain't no leader like Optimus. Nobody is, in my opinion."

"I don't know." Samantha scooted closer to his face, much to his pleasure, "I'd say you'd make a great leader. You're very charismatic, funny, and have a good spark." Her words made Jazz's spark rattle with joy. His spark was literally burning because it wanted to feel her. "What about you, Prowl? You're a strategic genius, and you know the Autobot code better than anyone, or so Sideswipe tells me."

Prowl smiled as he became a little smug. He did know the Autobot code better than anyone, even Optimus, "I must agree with Jazz. Optimus is truly the leader of the Autobots, and his position cannot be replaced simply because of rank. Though… technically the leader of the Autobots is always a Prime."

"If you don't mind me asking, how do you become a Prime?" Samantha asked.

"The title of Prime is bestowed upon a Cybertronian, not by any government, but by Primus himself." The Council of Cybertron had attempted to label several mechs in the past as Primes, but many of them knew and believed that you could only be a Prime if Primus himself willed it.

'Primus?' Samantha felt confused, 'I… I feel like I have heard that name before.'

"Since we are on the subject of titles, how did you get the title Witwicky?" Jazz asked.

"Hm? Oh~no, it's not a title. Wait… you didn't seriously think for the entire month we were together that Witwicky was a title, did you?" She couldn't help but giggle.

"Uh…" Jazz had a deer in headlights expression.

Prowl shook his helm, "Jazz, humans use last names for cultural reasons. I'm assuming you did not know this because you had not fully downloaded what I had researched on human customs and culture from the World Wide Web."

"I downloaded some of it… I just… got preoccupied with all that human music."

"If you are curious, I actually do have a title to my name, but I hardly use it." Samantha was embarrassed.

"Ya? Why don't you go on and tell us what it is, little femme?" Jazz was grinning.

Samantha felt their optics burning his sides, "Because of my job and family. I have the legal title of Enchantress."

Prowl hummed, "Is this a powerful title for wizards?"

She shrugged, "It depends on the wizard, but I won't lie. Becoming an Enchantress was not easy. It is an ancient title and not commonly recognized nowadays."

"So what is an enchantress?" Jazz asked.

"An enchantress or enchanter, if we are talking about male wizards, is someone who is adept at bewitching, or in this case, enchanting objects with powerful magic. By becoming an enchantress, I'm allowed to study and research dark artifacts, which is what I do for MACUSA."

"Huh… Now, why would an innocent femme like you study dark magic? I thought you said it was all bad and evil."

Beside them, Prowl was about to open his mouth and mention their encounter with Archibald; however, his jaw became locked. 'Strange, my motors are functioning at full efficiency.'

"It is." She nodded, "But I believe that to understand dark magic, one must be willing to expose themselves to it to understand how it works. The only thing I don't do is attempt certain practices. Just observe and study."

"Any dark spells you'd be willin' to tell us about?" Jazz asked. He was enamored with magic and wanted to know what some of the dark spells were like. "What is the darkest spell you know?"

"The darkest spell I know?" Samantha's eyes widened, "I really shouldn't tell you."

"Aw~now I've got to know what it is. You know we sort of had a~mhm~ra… huh?" Jazz froze as he touched his lips. Why couldn't he talk about what happened to Ironhide when Archibald tortured him with the cruciatus curse? 'What the?' He attempted to open his lips and tell Samantha about Archibald, but his jaw was unable to move. An invisible force was keeping him silent.

Samantha shifted uncomfortably, "I'm sorry, but I can't. Frankly, it's a bit of magic I personally believe should be forgotten." She soon became excited and nervous, "So… would you mind if I saw your spark?" Jazz and Prowl stopped as their protoforms trembled.

"Y~ya! Of course." Jazz allowed Samantha to step into his hand as he lowered her to his chest plate. There was a hissing sound as his plates opened wide to reveal his spark. Samantha stared at Jazz's spark with wide and curious eyes. His spark looked different from Sideswipe and Optimus. She couldn't explain how, but something about it seemed to give off its unique look.

"Fascinating… your spark is very bright, Jazz," Samantha said with a smile. When she looked up, she noticed Jazz was oddly staring at her. He brought her closer to his spark. The pulsing ball of energy was beating faster. In the center of his spark, Samantha could see the core. Just like with Optimus, it was a ball made of pure light and was almost hypnotizing to look at. There was another sound behind Samantha that caused her to look back. Prowl stood opposite Jazz and allowed her to see his own spark.

"If you desire, we give you permission to touch our sparks, Samantha." Prowl said with a trembling voice. His wings were spasming, and his spike was starting to push against his interface panel.

"We won't mind one bit." Jazz's voice was deeper than she'd ever heard before. It was oddly attractive.

"Oh! I shouldn't. Optimus explained how you should only let your sparkmate touch it." Samantha was shaking a bit as these two powerful balls of energy seemed to creep closer to her. Jazz and Prowl were slowly inching their sparks together with Samantha in the middle.

"We have the utmost trust in you, Samantha. We have no doubt that you would never intend to harm our sparks." Prowl was trembling as his spark inched closer to her. Before they could ensnare Samantha between their sparks, Jazz and Prowl were violently forced apart by a pair of large metallic hands. The witch sitting on Jazz's hand was snatched away.

The three of them were surprised by Optimus's sudden but quiet appearance. He was frowning at Jazz and Prowl while the corner of his lip threatened to form a sneer. "Jazz, Prowl, what is the meaning of this?" Both his subordinates retaliated by glaring back and started demanding Samantha back in their native tongue. Optimus's shoulders trembled, and he soon spoke in a powerful and authoritative voice, silencing his two Autobots. Samantha couldn't understand what they were saying, but she could tell Optimus was mad.

"O~Optimus, please don't be mad. Prowl and Jazz were just offering to show me their sparks for educational purposes." She explained with zero mal intent. Optimus looked at the femme sitting in his hand and could tell she was only curious. Nevertheless, his spark was burning with jealousy because she was close to another mech's spark.

"It is best I lead you back to the hill, Samantha. But I understand you were only curious." If only she knew what Jazz and Prowl were about to do. "Jazz, Prowl, I will speak with both of you later." He walked away with Samantha close to his chest plate.

Samantha looked up at Optimus, "You aren't mad at them, are you, Optimus?" The Autobot didn't respond, "Optimus?"

"You should have come to me if you held any remaining interest in our sparks. I would have been more than willing to let you examine mine." Optimus said firmly.

"I try not to bother you with my curiosity. You're the leader of the Autobots, so you have more pressing matters than a silly witch's mind running around."

Optimus stopped walking and lifted her close to his face, "You risked your life to save mine, Samantha. I am indebted to you and would be willing to answer any questions you still have about our kind. If you desire to see my spark… I will allow it." He would never forget the first time Samantha touched his spark and allowed her magic to flow through it. The feeling was indescribable and made reality fade into a state of constant pleasure.

Samantha blushed and delicately raked her fingers down his metallic cheek, her magic flowing into his helm, "You're a sweet man, Optimus. I'll never forgive myself for destroying the Allspark, but I don't regret saving your life. I… I really tried to mend the Allspark. I used every powerful spell I could think of, but it was too far gone. I'm so sorry." Optimus's optics flickered for a moment as he brought her closer. His deepest desire was to feel her gentle organic lips press against his. While their lips were different sizes, the thought of her lips pressing against his in any way made his spark pulsate.

"I know you had not made an easy choice, Samantha. But it was the only way." He needed her! Optimus was jealous, and he didn't know how to process this. Seeing this gentle but powerful femme close to another spark that wasn't his had warped his processor. For once in his life… Optimus wanted to be selfish. To have something he was always denied, a potential sparkmate that loved him. 'Would Samantha reciprocate the feelings of my spark?' Optimus was scared to admit to himself the blatant truth… he was in love with Samantha. She won his spark over by saving his life and showing him nothing but kindness since they met. And it was also her unique personality that quirked his interest.


(Outside Tranquility)

Samantha had left the Autobots, much to their displeasure. But given her current situation, she knew it would be best to minimize contact with them. Optimus was slowly starting to lose his patience over Samantha. He didn't appreciate her apparating, and it constantly filled his spark with fear.

'Please forgive me, guys. I wish I could stay longer, but I'm not supposed to be near you in the first place.' The other reason she left was that her portkey had gone wrong. She was thinking of the hill she was just at and the small lake outside Tranquility. It was on the opposite side of the city.

Arriving at the lake, Samantha could sense the portkey somewhere nearby. This type of magic leaves powerful traces. Upon arriving at the lake, Samantha was grateful to see that nobody was there. The sun was slowly setting and getting darker by the second. As she approached the lake, she blindly sang a song under her breath, "If you would like to join our jamboree, there's a simple rule that's compulsory. Mortals pay a token fee. Rest in peace, the hauntings free~mhmh." She felt silly for having this song stuck in her head.

Samantha walked around the edge of the small lake and listened to the trees brush from the wind, "Mhm… it must have landed in the lake." As she pulled out her wand, a chill went down her spine. It felt as though she was being watched. She turned around and saw nothing besides the old trees. The trees wrestled against each other in the chilly wind.

"Lumos." Her wand emitted a small light as she turned back towards the lake. Just as she arched her wand over her head, a powerful voice appeared from behind.

"So, you're still alive."

Samantha froze when she heard Megatron's voice. She pivoted on her heel and saw Megatron walking out of the tree line with Soundwave and a few other mechs. They had been stalking the femme since she arrived and were curious when a light was emitted from her wand. "Megatron… Soundwave." She said their names with uncertainty as they approached her. The ground shook with every step Megatron took. Samantha looked past them and saw a large Decepticon with a single golden optic staring intensely at her wand.

Megatron stared down at the human who single-handedly destroyed the Allspark, "What are you, human?"

"Lord Megatron, why are you speaking to this vile earthling!? You saw what she did to the Allspark!" Starscream sneered as he appeared from the treeline. He looked slightly beaten but still had a fighting spirit. His wing was reattached, though it was still difficult for him to fly.

"Hey! I was fully prepared to give you the Allspark, but then you had to fire at me." Samantha stated to the giant Decepticon. She wasn't afraid of them.

Megatron sneered as he turned to Starscream, "Silence, Starscream! I should rip your spark from your chest plate because of what you did." Samantha was going to give him the Allspark. The seeker's foolishness was once again his downfall.

"What do you want? I already feel horrible enough for what I did. Are you going to lecture me? Tell me I've doomed your planet? For the record, I already know. I may be a 'filthy-organic,' but I'm not dumb." Samantha sounded upset and bothered.

Megatron turned back, "How is it that a human was able to destroy the Allspark? What are you? Speak!"

Samantha flourished her wand horizontally, and Megatron's tongue became attached to the roof of his mouth, "Don't raise your voice at me." She quickly lifted the spell, "Now, excuse me, I'm busy. I have a portkey I need to find." She turned to the lake, and a ball of light shot out from her wand, "Lumos Maxima." The Decepticons starred in curiosity, or in Shockwave's case, profound excitement, as the light darted into the lake. Samantha could feel their optics on her as she twirled her wand, "And I'm a witch… to answer your question. Since I destroyed the Allspark, it's the least you should know." The echoing sound of her magic could be heard as a book floated from the lake and graciously went towards her. She moved her wand in a circular motion, and the tip now had a small golden light. The soaked book became dry before their eyes.

Megatron stared at the human, "A witch?" The other Decepticons had dimmed their optics to research this word.

Starscream optics flickered on, "Impossible! There is no such thing as magic. This is obviously a power you've stolen from the Allspark!"

Samantha turned back and aimed her wand at his face. A fiery bolt shot out and sent him flying off his feet, "That is for shooting at me. If anyone is at fault, it's you. I was fully prepared to get the Allspark to him," she pointed to Megatron, "But then you decided to shoot at me."

Megatron was fascinated by this femme's power. "Why had you released me only to destroy the Allspark? You should have given it to me!" He was studying the strange stick in her hand.

"And what!?" Samantha demanded, "And completely stab Optimus in the back, in front of his face? I told you I was impartial in all of this, and I will not be labeled a traitor. I already feel horrible about what I did, but you left me no choice." Megatron growled. If there is one thing he despised, it is traitors. They were worse than scum. "If it means anything… I tried to mend it."

"With what?"

"With magic. I did just tell you I was a witch." Samantha could tell they were all confused. "Why is it so difficult for your kind to believe in magic?"

Barricade cautiously leaned over and looked at the human, "Where is my blaster, human?"

"You mean the blaster you aimed at me?" She lifted her wand straight into the sky, and a cloud appeared overhead. Metal fragments and strange embers of light materialized to form Barricade's blaster. The Decepticons were taken back again as they looked at the conjured cloud above them. Megatron felt his jaw go limp for a moment as his optics widened. "If you aim it at me again, I'll vanish it for good." Just as Barricade attempted to take his blaster, Shockwave grabbed his helm and slammed it into the ground.

"Do not touch it! I have yet to perform an analysis." Shockwave said firmly. The blaster was levitating, leaving the Decepticon scientist brimming with questions.

Samantha looked up and saw Megatron leaning over her. He was both irritated and mystified, "What are you?" He held his thumb and index finger to his chin as he studied her. "Explain this… magic to me. I have never seen something of this nature." It was difficult to digest, but this human must have great power if she could destroy the Allspark. He couldn't make sense of what he was seeing, but it caught his total interest. Megatron had never seen such defiant acts against science.

"Why should I? You've caused me nothing but trouble, and I'm starting to regret my decision to unfreeze you." Megatron growled at her.

"You should mind your tongue, human." He couldn't stand disrespect.

Samantha returned the glare, unfazed by his size, "No, you mind yours." There was an intense, awkward silence as the Decepticons waited to see how their leader would respond. Starscream was smirking, knowing this human had just signed her death warrant. "My name is Samantha, not human, and you should show a bit more respect to the person who released you. Unless, of course… you'd want to go back." She brought her wand to her lips and blew softly. A wave of ice rushed toward Megatron's leg, freezing it in place. His armor had frost escaping his leg and a mystical blue glow.

Megatron gasped as he held his servo, "What are you doing? Enough!"

"Are you going to be civilized?"

"You dare attack Lord Megatron!?" Starscream shouted as he pulled out his blaster. Samantha pivoted on her heel and shot a golden bolt at the blaster in his hands. Starscream was shocked when his gun was violently yanked from his hands. She twirled her wand above her head, and a gust of wind circled around the Decepticons. The wind was strong and nearly knocked them down. In a strange turn of events, their weapons were torn from their bodies and disappeared into the tip of her wand. Shockwave's cannon was ripped off his arm.

Meanwhile, the gun mounted on Megatron's back became detached as it swirled around them before shrinking into her wand along with Barricade's blaster. As for Soundwave, his front chest plate burst open from a white light, and his blasters were comedically sucked out. Everything went silent as Samantha robbed the Decepticons of their weapons.

Samantha smirked as she lowered her wand, "Now then, where were we? Are you going to be civil?" She asked while glancing up at Megatron, who was clenching his denture as his energon ran cold.

"Enough." Megatron said calmly, "I shall heed your request." His leg immediately warmed up as she lifted the spell.

"Oh, good. I was afraid I'd have to freeze you entirely." Samantha snapped her fingers and conjured a small flame to warm his leg. As she turned her head, she came face-to-face with a giant optic. Shockwave was in front of her.

"An utmost curious specimen you are. Tell me more about this… magic." Shockwave attempted to sound civil, but inside, his processor was overheating. He could not make logical sense of what Samantha was capable of, and it made him go insane. His duty was to obey the laws of science and logic… magic was beyond reason.

Samantha stepped back a bit as the purple Decepticon creeped her out, "And you are?" His voice sounded familiar.

"You provided me with your hair follicle. Now graciously relieve your strange stick to me for my research." He opened his hand and expected her to hand over her wand.

Samantha scoffed, "My wand stays with me."

"A wand? Is that what this strange device is called?" Shockwave's optics dimmed as he searched the internet for everything he could find on magic, wands, and wizards. Everything she said, he made notes in his processor.

"It's not a machine or a device. And I'm not giving it to you." Samantha stated again. She glanced at the other Decepticons as they leaned closer and looked her over. They were obviously fascinated with her. "Why are you all looking at me like that?"

"Lord Megatron," Starscream quickly rushed to Megatron's side and glared at the tiny human, "Surely this is a trick. She must have taken the power of the Allspark."

"Even I find that to be a highly illogical outcome," Shockwave said as he stood up. "The Allspark's energy would have disintegrated her."

Samantha jumped slightly as she felt a powerful presence behind her. Turning around slowly, Megatron's face was down to her level, and the handsome Decepticon leader was looking her over. 'Does he have to be so close?'

Megatron leaned closer and sniffed the air. He closed his optics and suppressed a growl. Samantha's scent had his mouth-watering. "You are either incredibly brave or foolish to threaten me."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Samantha smiled and gave him a tiny pat on the cheek. Barricade was baffled to see this human pat their lord on the cheek.

Megatron growled as she touched his cheek. The metal on his face plate was twitching as her magic briefly ran across the tips of her fingers. "Hmmm… you fascinate me, human. Tell me about this magic. That is what you call it? This… ability of yours?"

"What is there to say? I'm a witch. You do know what that is, don't you?" She asked the rhetorical question.

"A witch… hmmm… your skin is not green." Megatron's optics dimmed as he researched witches and magic again. All his search results showed a witch being unfathomably disgusting.

"Why is everyone's first assumption that witches have green skin and boils? Don't bother researching magic on the internet. It is wildly inaccurate."

Megatron's red optics narrowed as he leaned closer. Her scent made his processor spin, "Tell me, witch, if you were afraid of betraying Optimus, why set me free? Surely you were aware of our history, or at the very least, their views on me." He couldn't understand her, and something inside him was begging to probe her sense of reason.

"That's a silly question. I released you because I felt what was happening to you was cruel." Megatron said nothing but merely opened his hand in front of her. Samantha sighed as she took the hit, "If you crush me, my dying breath will be a powerful curse. And believe me when I say that removing a dead wizard's spell is troublesome."

Megatron watched her take a seat in the palm of his hand as he stood up, "I will keep your warning noted. You intrigued me, human. Leave us," He commanded the Decepticons, "I desire to speak to this femme privately." The Decepticons followed Megatron's orders and left; however, Shockwave was not pleased about the idea of Samantha being alone with Megatron.

Shockwave's golden optic narrowed on his Leader, 'If I should return to find this femme offline, you will pitty your fate, my lord.'

Samantha positioned herself in Megatron's hand as he brought her up to his face plate, "What did you want to talk about?"

"I believe the answer is obvious," Megatron said as he stared at her wand.

Samantha gave a little laugh, "Alright, I suppose you deserve the truth. If Optimus knows, it wouldn't feel right to leave you in the dark... despite everything. I'm a witch."

"You've stated this already," Megatron said, partly annoyed.

"Yes, I know. And as a witch, I have the inherent ability to cast what is called magic. It is a supernatural ability that allows me to alter the fundamental aspects of reality. I can make objects levitate without touching them. I can transfigure inanimate objects into completely different objects, and I can even use magic to restore objects to their original state."

Megatron narrowed his optics, "And all of this is accomplished with a stick?"

Samantha lifted her wand and allowed it to levitate in front of Megatron's optics, "This is not a stick. It's a wand. A wand is what a wizard uses to channel their magic and make it more refined and elegant. In a manner of speaking."

Megatron's servos creaked as he studied the floating wand. He was mystified as she defied gravity. "It seems I was quick to judge your species. Do enlighten me, what is the function of uttering these strange words?" He had heard Samantha mutter a few spells but could not find the definition of these words.

"Strange words? Oh! Do you mean when I cast spells? This might be hard for you to mentally comprehend, but a wizard casts spells by reciting incantations. It is the literal action of enunciating spells. Wizards can cast spells without speaking the incantation, but we still think the words in our head." She grabbed her wand and flourished it. "Lumos." A calming light resonated from the tip of her wand.

Megatron's optic narrowed in on the light, and he quickly scanned it. The fact that the wood of the wand was emitting light should have been impossible. "Mhm… you continue to enthrall me, femme."

"This is a simple but easy spell to mess up. The spell lumos, as you can see, acts as a light. It's useful for navigating the dark or driving off dark creatures that hate light." Samantha smiled as she turned the wand in her hand and allowed Megatron to look it over. It was oddly satisfying to see his reaction to magic. He was curious.

"And should this… spell be performed incorrectly? What would happen?" Megatron asked as he turned his head slightly towards Samantha. He brought her closer to his nose and allowed her scent to fill his spark.

"The tip of my wand is technically on fire. If I miscast the spell, I could cause a massive explosion and destroy my wand. And replacing your wand is not an option."

"Because? Are they not tools for you to use?"

Samantha laughed a bit at Megatron's thought process. The giant mech growled as she laughed at his question. "We have a lot to talk about." She answered all of Megatron's questions about magic for the next few minutes. Like Optimus, he was befuddled by the idea of magic but could not deny what he saw with his own optics.

Simultaneously, Samantha grew more comfortable in the palm of Megatron's hand as she spoke with him. The heat radiating from his metal was sending chills down her spine. She knew Megatron was dangerous, but something about their civil conversation made any fears she had fade away. Though she was still on high alert.

Megatron, on the other hand, was slowly losing his processor. Samantha's scent was causing his spike to pressurize behind his interface plate. Having been around countless femme during his long life, Megatron has never smelled something so alluring to his spark. His arm was trembling slightly as Samantha unknowingly traced her fingers across his palm and brushed a few wires between his fingers. Magic was dancing across the tips of her finger, causing his servos to lock up.

Megatron brought Samantha closer to his face, her scent making him growl, "You are very strange, Samantha." He said her name for the first time, "But you are wise not to fully trust the blatant lies from the Autobots."

Samantha was blushing slightly due to the close proximity to Megatron's face. A strong aroma blasted out of Megatron's mouth and made her skin crawl. 'What is that smell? Is that coming from Megatron? W~what's happening? Why is my heart burning?' Her heartbeat quickened as lust built up between her legs. Samantha attempted to regain her composure and looked into Megatron's red optics, "Umm… if you want. I could fix this for you." She delicately traced her fingers across his war-torn lips and cheek.

Megatron remained emotionless when her fingers grazed his lips, "And why would you do that? I suppose you desire something in return?"

"What could you have that I'd want?" She asked with a slight huff, "I just thought I'd be nice and fix this for you. It… it looks painful. It's not like I have anything to lose by helping you. All I have to do is utter a single word… for the most part." Samantha knew Megatron wouldn't fully understand the complexity of casting spells.

Megatron growled slightly, "And you would be using this magic of yours, I presume?"

"Mhm!" She smiled softly, "May I?" Megatron did not move, but the look of his optics passively gave her his consent. She scooted forward in his palm and was inches away from his lips, "This might feel a little strange." Samantha brought her fingers to his lips and delicately channeled her magic into Megatron. The metal of his lips creaked and groaned as years of permanent damage to his protoform was mended. Samantha took a deep breath and blew softly. Golden flakes flew past her lips and were blown into Megatron's mouth.

"What are you~" Megatron opened his mouth slightly, and his optics dilated as the golden flakes landed on his tongue. The inside of his mouth and throat were groaning as he tasted Samantha's magic. His metallic lips were slowly restored and no longer felt worn down. Megatron winced and growled loudly as his dentures were straightened. Decades of being punched and blasted in the helm had all but destroyed his denture. Forcing his optic open, he inhaled more of the golden flakes, which quickly spread across his insides. The wires on the innards of his throat wiggled and reconnected. Megatron felt his inner workings groan and twist as mangled bits of wire and metal were straightened. Looking at the joint of his left arm, he moved it a bit. His servos didn't feel strained or rusted over.

"I'm sorry if this feels weird or hurts. I'll try to be quick, but you're more damaged than I originally thought." Samantha said as she traced her fingers across his cheek. A golden light erupted from a single jagged crack on the side of his face. 'I'll need my wand for this. The wound is too complex.' Angling her wand into the mangled metal of Megatron's cheek, she traced the wound delicately and allowed her magic to flood into him. An enchanting glow shot out of his scar as powerful magic was used to repair him.

Megatron clenched his jaw and suppressed a sneer. 'Is this femme attempting to torment me?' Her magic was shooting across his protoform and bringing him carnal pleasure. As Samantha worked on mending his war-torn face, his free hand unknowingly rested over his interface plate. The magical flakes still lingering in his mouth caused his spark to rattle. This tasted nothing like energon. It was far sweeter and washed away the pain of his old protoform. This human's magic erased four million years of war and stress. And all it took was uttering a word from her lips and waving a tiny piece of wood. The idea was hysterical to Megatron.

Samantha stopped and scooted away from Megatron's face, "Alright, I'm done. How do you feel?"

Megatron lifted his hand to his jaw and fiddled with it, "My servos feel new. What did you do to me?"

"Take a look. I have to say you look rather handsome without all those scars on you." She tried to lighten the mood by teasing him, but Megatron's resting glare stopped her. "Sorry."

Walking towards the water, Megatron peered over and looked at his reflection. The Decepticon didn't recognize the mech he was looking at. His once mangled face and torn plating were repaired. Even with microbot surgery, it would have been impossible for Shockwave himself to make his face look like it once had. "What is your angle, human?" Megatron asked rather aggressively as he brought Samantha closer to his face. She had to want something! There was a price for everything!

"I… I don't have an angle. I just thought I'd mend your face since I figured it's the least I could do for you since I destroyed the Allspark." Samantha sighed and avoided eye contact with the massive Decepticon Leader, "I know me mending your face doesn't wash over my actions from before. I was just trying to be polite… something your species has difficulty accepting."

Megatron narrowed his optics and internally sighed, "When you have fought countless battles, kindness is not something we can afford to accept without a price."

Samantha turned to look back at Megatron and smiled, "I'm sorry you think that. I haven't seen what you have seen… so I'll take your word for it." Standing up, she used his thumb for support, "While I would love to continue our conversation, I must leave now."

"Stalking off back to the Autobots, I'd imagine," Megatron said bitterly.

"I will tell you the same thing I told Optimus. I don't take sides. I may like them as people, but I don't support either side of your war. But… I do sympathize with your cause. I know what it's like to be oppressed."

Megatron frowned, "I do not see you toiling away in an energon mine."

"No, I'm keeping my existence as a witch hidden from my own kind." Samantha stated firmly, "And if I tell a single non-magical person about magic, I will be arrested and sentenced to life in prison. Not to mention, the person I told will have their memories erased, so they won't even remember me. Just because we're human doesn't mean our problems are less important than yours." Waving her wand, she apparated toward the ground, startling Megatron. The Decepticon was unprepared to see Samantha teleport, leaving him slightly befuddled. All the while, his protoform was shaking from no longer feeling her magic course through his body.

"You are able to teleport matter through space?"

"It's called apparating. It's a specific form of teleportation." Lifting the book upwards, it slowly levitated out of her hand. Samantha tapped her wand on the book, and a cyclone of papers twirled around her. From the tree line, the other Decepticons were spying on the human. However, Shockwave stepped out from the trees.

"I'm afraid I cannot allow you to leave. I have too many questions that still need answering." Shockwave leaned down and attempted to snatch her.

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'll have to answer them later. I hope to see you all again in the future, under less uninviting circumstances." She stepped forward, and they all watched as she was sucked into the book. The paper that was twirling around her was also pulled in with her. Shockwave was frozen as he tried to process what had happened.

Megatron frowned as the remaining paper shot towards him and the other Decepticons. He turned his head back and looked over his shoulder as the paper solidified to form his blaster. Shockwave's own canon was reattached to his arm, and the scientist was baffled as the paper became solid metal.


(England the Next Day)

Mikaela, Maggie, and Glen were sitting at a massive table, feeling completely out of place as food was conjured onto their plates. Above them, silverware floated from the kitchen and landed graciously in front of them.

Glen had a massive smile, "So cool… wow."

"I don't know what to say anymore." Came Maggie's response.

"Good heavens, where are the napkins?" Edmund asked as he walked to the head of the table and sat down. The chair magically pulled back for him. "Samantha, would you be so kind?" He asked his granddaughter, who was sitting across from the three muggles.

"Of course," Samantha slid her wand out from her sleeve and flicked it. Near the end of the table, folded-up napkins were cutely marching around the large selection of food. Edmund clapped his hands, and high above the table, the elegant chandelier with candles lit up.

"Now then, let's fill our bellies."

Samantha's parents were next to her as she took her seat, "I hope this isn't too much to take in, dear." Judy said to Maggie as she tried to comfort the other muggle girl at the table. "You know, when I found out about magic, I hit my husband with a candlestick holder."

"Don't forget the part where I spent three hours in the emergency room because you cracked my skull," Ron said as he drank from a goblet.

"Oh! Ronald!" She slapped his shoulder, "You know I feel horrible about that. How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?"

Mikaela looked towards the head of the table and smiled, "Thank you for the food."

"Not at all, young lady." Edmund smiled, "Now then, I trust you have your rooms to your liking."

Maggie nodded and smiled nervously, "They're fine, thank you. This is all a lot to take in."

"What are you talking about?" Glen said as he practically jumped in his chair, "This is amazing! What's it like casting magic? Do you guys like~use staffs? Can I be a wizard?"

Samantha and Edmund gave Glen slightly sad smiles, "I'm afraid not, young man." Edmund said respectfully.

"I'm really sorry, Glen, we probably should have told you sooner, but… you can't use magic." Samantha said as she took it upon herself to explain, "You are born a witch or wizard."

"Awww~seriously?" Glen asked with slumped shoulders. Maggie elbowed him, signaling for him not to be rude. "Are you sure?"

Samantha nodded sadly, "We're sure. It's extremely unfair, but we can't change what we are or how magic works."

"Don't feel bad, kid," Ron said as they smiled, trying to lighten the mood, "I'm a squib and from this family. It sucks, but you'll still like magic."

Maggie sipped her cup of coffee and put it down, "Can I ask you something? Sorry to change the conversation, but this question has been bothering me lately."

"Yes?" Samantha asked as she took a bite of her eggs.

"Glen and I… we were… how do I ask this? Why did you take us with you? We don't really know you. Or well… we just met." Everyone at the table was looking at Samantha. She couldn't figure out why this woman in front of her would ever bring them along and expose them to magic.

"I think it would have been a bit horrible of me if we left you in the government's hands, don't you?" Samantha could already see Edmund rolling his eyes. He loathed the US government and all their secret organizations. Then again, he despised all forms of big government. "I don't like to be a pessimist, but once the government gets what they want from us, our 'usefulness' will have run out."

"My dear Samantha, do not get me started." Edmund began as he leaned back in his chair, "Blimey, government. They couldn't fix a road, let alone know what to do about Cybertronians."

Maggie couldn't help but smile slightly at Samantha, "Oh~well… Thank you. I'm an analysis, and I can say they'd certainly forget about us."

"Good god," Edmund looked sick, "You've regressed yourself to work for the government, dear? Were you desperate for a job? Do not tell me you support the government. Nothing but a bunch of skinny and fat slobs who stick their big ugly noses where they don't belong. Then they have the nerve to tell people what they can and cannot do."

"I take it you don't like the US government?" Maggie asked. Across the table, Ron and Samantha were signaling for her to stop, but it was too late. Edmund had started going on a long-winded rant on his disdain for the government and how they treated people like them.

Samantha sighed and looked at her mother as Edmund went on, "Mom, could you please pass me the butter?"

Judy rolled her eyes at Edmund and slid over the butter. "And you wonder why I don't let you be alone with Edmund anymore."

At the head of the table, Edmund was speaking directly to Maggie, "Big government is nothing but a parasite that feeds off the work of individuals, my dear. Are you not entitled to the sweat of your brow? No, says your government in America, it belongs to the poor."

Maggie crossed her arms, "What's wrong with helping poor people?"

"Such a naive girl." Edmund shook his head, "You claim we must help the poor, for what? I do feel pity for poor people, but they choose to live that way because they refuse to work. They always expect someone to care for them, coddle them, and say all will be okay. They're anchors to society and feed off the body of altruist people."

"Getting a job is difficult. The government isn't perfect, but it does try to help people." Meggie said in defense.

"And what about you, dear? What has the government done for you? Arrested you, discredited your findings, and interrogated you without consent. No, you have been fed a great lie about how the world works. Your government does not care about you, nor will they ever. They love to take what isn't theirs and give rules to everyone else. Who are they to tell any of us what to do?"

After nearly 20 minutes, Edmund fell asleep halfway through his rant, much to the surprise of Mikaela, Glen, and Maggie.

"Did… did he just fall asleep right in the middle of his rant?" Mikaela asked Samantha.

Samantha had long since finished her breakfast, and the witch was in the middle of reading a newspaper. "Huh? What happened?" She lowered the paper and saw Mikeala looking at her oddly. "What? Believe me, if you mention the government around Edmund, you're just asking for a lecture. It looks like he tired himself out." Ron and Judy had left ten minutes ago, not afraid to leave these young souls to the fate of Edmund's rant. "We should leave before he wakes up."

The three muggles stood up, with Maggie looking back and forth between Samantha and Edmund, "Are you just going to leave him?"

Samantha looked at Edmund, "Oh~right, thanks for reminding me." Maggie had no idea what she was talking about. She approached Edmund and rested his head on the back of the chair while opening his mouth, "Okay, let's go."

"What was that?" Mikaela asked with a slight laugh.

"I'm just making sure he can breathe. Don't worry, he's fine."

"If you're so worried he'll wake up, why did you touch him?"

"Please," Samantha rolled her eyes, "Once he falls asleep, not even an earthquake could wake him up. He'll just wake up on his own. That or we say something to really piss him off. Something worse than talking about supporting the government."

"Like?" Maggie asked. Samantha lifted a finger and smiled.

"Grandpa, I'm marrying a boy who lives down the street from me. And he's in a punk-rock band." She whispered into his ear.

The room went cold as Edmund's eyes shot open. Several glasses on the table exploded, and the chandelier fell, breaking the table in half. "Excuse me, young lady!? I will have you know that you will not be marrying anyone unless I permit it! You will call this swine of a boy and tell him to bully off!" Meanwhile, Glen screamed when the chandelier destroyed the table.

Samantha smiled innocently when Edmund shouted at her, "I'm not getting married, Grandpa. I just needed to wake you up."

"Thank you, Merciful God. Samantha, what have I said about saying such horrible things to wake me up? Do you wish for me to have a heart attack?" Edmund held his heart and sighed with utter relief.

"I guess we can call this payback for all the times when I was little, and you thought it would be funny to do the same thing to me." She teased. However, Edmund only ever threatened to tell her mother that she did something she shouldn't have. Edmund huffed and muttered under his breath. "But I need to tell you I'm pregnant," Samantha giggled.

"What!?" He shouted. Edmund looked mortified.

"I'm kidding," Samantha said with an evil smile.

"Do you find joy in tormenting an old man? Young lady, I order you to stop it!" Edmund demanded with a frown. "You are lucky you're the only grandchild I like."

"I'm the only grandchild you have."

"Yes… well… if I did have another, I'd know they'd be annoying little runts."

Samantha laughed at Edmund's scowl, "You mean, you don't want any children from your great aunties' side of the family, correct?"

"She was barking mad, dear, and an absolute bitch." Edmund stated firmly with no filter. "You would do well to remember these wise words from an old man."

"So you're saying that people I hate are mad and absolute bitches?" Samantha asked with a curious grin.

"Yep! Language, young lady, only I can curse. You are too sweet for it… but yes. Now give my heart some relief, would you? I'm too old to imagine you getting married to some punk-nosed swine."

"Alright, I'm sorry. But you know I just love playing with you, right?"


(Later)

"Here we have all the wands of all past Witwickys, which haven't been buried with their owners." Samantha pointed at the large glass case that took up the entire side of a hallway. Next to each wand was a painting of its owner. "Over here are news articles and historical documents describing the works of our family throughout the centuries. Some date as far back as 587 BC. Potioneers, wand makers, magizoologist, you name it. And the last stop of the tour, and my most favorite part, is this room." Samantha turned around as she led Mikaela, Maggie, and Glen on a tour of the mansion.

Samantha was overly excited as she turned to them, "This room contains historic magical artifacts that have been collected throughout the centuries. Umm… I should warn you to not touch anything." Placing her hand on the door, a magical wave of light washed over it, and it started making a rattling sound. The doors parted to reveal a tremendous room filled with endless rows of magical objects. Some were kept in displays, while others were inside paintings. The paintings were bewitched so you could step into the frames and the worlds inside. Were the Autobots here to see this, they would have been overwhelmed by the paintings as they defied the confines of reality.

"Oh my gosh." Maggie covered her mouth at the splendorous sight before her. The ceiling reached high towards the heavens and was bewitched with stars and cosmic dust. Glen was geeking out as he approached one of the paintings.

"Can we… we can go into these?" He asked while moving his arm into the painting. He was smiling like a little kid on Christmas morning.

"This place is beautiful," Mikaela said as she pivoted on her heel and looked around the room. "I love magic." That was all she could say while smiling. She approached a case and laughed, " Are these glass slippers?" The glass slippers were dazzling with beauty, and the light shining through them made different colors reflect off them.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" Samantha asked as she stood next to Mikaela, "I'm sure you've heard the story of Cinderella."

"You're joking, right?" Mikaela was in disbelief. "That story is real?"

"You might also notice some other historical objects. Here we have a spinning wheel, which was bewitched to put a muggle princess to sleep. Over there, we have the djinn's lamp." On the little lamp was a warning sign saying never to rub it. "This, right here, is the famous flute used by the Pied Piper of Hamelin. It's a very dangerous flute, so don't touch it." She explained while pointing to the flute that led countless children to their death.

"The Pied Piper? I remember that story as a little girl," Maggie explained as she studied the black flute with silver engravings, "How does that story end again? Didn't he lead the town's children to a land of candy?"

"In a manner of speaking." Samantha looked unsettled, "He actually led the village's children off a cliff as revenge for the town conning him out of his money after he cleaned the town of its rat infestation. This flute is not something you want in the hands of the wrong person. If you play one wrong note, you could have someone snap their neck without a second thought." She continued with the tour, "Glen, I think you might recognize this." She stepped to the side and showed Glen a large silver orb with a cross on the top.

"Ah! That's~eeeh!" Glen was geeking out as he looked at the orb. Meanwhile, Maggie and Mikaela were unimpressed with Glen freaking out.

"So, what is it?" Maggie asked as she leaned close to the glass case.

"Its original name cannot be said in English, but it's known by muggles as the Holy Hand Grenade… or something like that." Mikaela held her stomach and laughed.

"Seriously? Wasn't that in Monty Python?"

"Mhm! You'd be surprised what stories are true or have made their appearances in the muggle world. The true history of this 'Holy Hand Grenade' is much darker than in that film." Samantha led them through the room and continued listing different magical objects. Some were from stories they heard, others they had no idea. But all the objects had a history to them, or their magical properties were something they could only imagine from fairy tales.

Samantha stopped in front of a bewitched wall that led into a beautiful forest. In the clearing was a large fountain and its beauty was indescribable. Different flowers were blooming at the base of the fountain, "Over there is the Fountain of Fair Fortune. Once a year, on the longest day, it is rumored that if you bathe in this fountain, you will be granted 'fortune forever more,' or so the legends say."

Maggie stood on her toes to get a better look at the fountain in the distance, "It's beautiful. Have you ever bathed in it?" A magical barrier stopped any of them from stepping into the portrait.

"M~me!? Oh… well…" Samantha had a blush on her face as she recalled an embarrassing memory from her past.


(Flashback)

Samantha stood on her toes as she climbed into the picture frame and landed in the beautiful forest. Being only six, she was captivated by the fountain's beauty. All she wanted to do was play, but it was raining outside the mansion. The door to the room behind her had been left open by Edmund. The man had not noticed her sneaking around the hallways. Samantha had been warned several times never to enter this room, but what adventurous child wouldn't want to see all the magical objects?

When she stood up after climbing into the painting, Samantha noticed the fountain was missing and replaced by a bright forest. 'Where did it go?' Walking deeper into the woods, she approached a strange wall with many veins hanging off it. The wall seemed to continue endlessly in both directions as she looked both ways. Figuring she had come to a dead end, she turned around and was about to return the way she came; however, the vines behind her moved swiftly to seize her and toss her through the wall.

"Aah!" Rolling across the ground, Samantha sat up and held her hand, which had been cut on a sharp rock.

Like any child her age, Samantha's lips trembled as she started to cry while holding her hand. "Ow… stupid wall. I just wanted to play." She was so caught up in the burning pain that she didn't see the monstrous white worm digging its way out of the ground. It was bloated and could quickly devour her in one swoop. Samantha lifted her head and looked at the giant worm through her tears. "Do… do… Do you have a bandaid? I cut myself." She asked as she tried to keep her crying to a minimum. She didn't realize this magical creature was unlike any her grandfather had shown her.

The large creature listed to the left and smelled the fresh scent of blood from the young witch. The worm made a strange gurgling sound as it leaned close to her hand, and a mysterious green goop poured out onto her wound.

"Eeew!" Samantha shouted as she pulled her band back. When she pulled her hand away, the wound was sealed, and the disgusting substance from the worm was gone. Her hand was undamaged and clean. Just as she turned back towards the giant worm, she saw it was no longer there. She had only looked away for a few seconds. Samantha spun around and tried to find the giant worm, but clearly, it had left, "Thank you!" She called out to the magical creature, hoping it could hear her. Continuing down the path blocked by the giant white worm, she attempted to find a way out of the bewitched painting. Yet, it didn't take long before Samantha stood in front of a steep slope with a wooden sign at the base of the path.

Unfortunately, Samantha was left with a significant problem, "Mom!" She didn't know how to read the words on the sign. Samantha knew a few words, but she was six! Not to mention the writing was in cursive!

"Uh… um… Fu… furitttes. Fruits… of… I~uh… Mom!" Samantha called out again, hoping her mother could help her read the sign. She gave a cute huff and decided to try and read the sign herself. It was only four words. She could read! "Fruits… of… t~th~thar… The~their. L~la… l-a-booor. Labouurs? Laboors? La-b-o-ur." She was fumbling with the last word, for which she had never read or heard. "Labours? Fruits… of… their… labours." As soon as she finished the sentence, the sign in front of her shook before darting into the ground. There was a blinding light, and Samantha had to cover her eyes. When the light stopped, she was at the top of the steep hill, and a roped railing was keeping her from returning. The little witch took a deep breath as she blindly continued along the path. She was slightly scared because she didn't know where she was. But at the same time, she recalled how this was one of Edmund's magical realms that had been placed into the walls. They'd never harm her… right?

After nearly ten minutes of walking; and playing around by running down the path. Samantha was soon stopped by a stream of water. She got onto her knees and peered into the water, thinking she'd find a fish. All the while, she failed to see the cryptic message literally reflecting across the water. Samantha, in no rush to continue on, played alongside the stream for an hour. She even attempted to skip a rock across it at one point, but the water was rushing too fast for them to bounce. Balancing herself on top of a few stones, Samantha jumped to the next one, "I wish Cogman was here to play." Just as she was about to jump to the next rock, a stone lifted up from the stream. She jumped on it and kept her balance while spinning her arms, "And I wish Dad was here and Mom." Two more rocks lifted up, slowly building her way across the stream. "And… I wish Grandpa could play with me." She saw how old he was and that it hurt his back. "And I wish… I wish… Mhm… that's all!" What else could she want besides that? She was six. What else could she desire besides those closest to her? The stream shook a bit before the remaining stones lifted up and allowed her to hop across.

After getting to the other side, Samantha turned around and watched each of the stones sink. "Aww… I wanted to keep playing." She wanted to see if she could get back just as quickly. She left the stream and carried on her fun journey through this enchanted forest.

Samantha walked up a set of stone steps and could see the fountain from before. She was having so much fun she'd completely forgotten about it. "Wow… so pretty." She giggled and approached the beautiful fountain, which shined in the sunlight. The air was superb, and it was a perfectly sunny day. Standing on her toes, she peered over the lip of the fountain and watched the water pour from the top. Around the base were vibrant flowers that she had never seen. Samantha was cautious that she didn't crush the flowers. Stepping away from the fountain, she did something unexpected. Something the fountain itself had never had witnesses.

Samantha ignored the fountain and instead opted to play around the open field. At one point, she made her own game of hopscotch by gathering little rocks and putting them into squares. In all, she was having an exciting day outdoors, and nothing could taint her child-like wonder. As Samantha played, she was unaware of the golden sparkles rising from the fountain. The water appeared cleaner than the freshest spring water, and the flowers at the base grew larger. The golden mist poured over the lip of the fountain and flooded the entire field, all the while causing different flowers to bloom.

Meanwhile, Samantha stopped playing and realized the fountain was doing something to the field. Fixing the base of her shirt, she once again approached the fountain. When she took a few steps forward, the ground magically shifted and launched her directly into the fountain.

Samantha sat up inside the fountain and coughed a bit. The water was surprisingly warm. "Oh~no… Mom will think I was playing outside!" The water pouring from the top of the fountain changed and started funneling itself on top of her head. "Hey! Please stop!" She quickly got out of the fountain, but it was too late. She was soaking wet. As she squeezed the water from her hair, golden sparkles and mist flaked off her body. Her own magic soon began to seep through her skin. The ground around Samantha had flowers blooming at her feet. And only those with incredibly powerful noses could smell the scent of her own magic.

Glancing at the ground, she noticed the inscription on the fountain's base. It read, 'Fair Fortune forevermore.' but she was too worried about her soaking clothes to attempt to read again.

Outside the frames of the painting, which lead into this sealed away land, the actual sun was setting on the horizon. Just as the sun set, Samantha felt a strong gust of wind push her away from the fountain, which no longer had its enchanting glow or properties. The space in front of Samantha parted to reveal the frame of the picture she'd entered through. "Aah!" She was tossed out of the magical frame and expected to come crashing into one of the podiums. Seconds before she hit the podium, by sheer luck, she'd magically lost her momentum and graciously landed on the floor. "Why am I thrown everywhere?" Samantha asked sadly.

"Samantha Jane Witwicky! You are soaking wet!" Judy shouted as she saw her daughter from the hallway. Edmund was right next to her, trying to help Judy find her.

"There you are, Sweetheart. You had us worried. Where have you been?" Edmund asked kindly as he knew Samantha was scared. She thought he was going to yell at her. Only a monster, or a worried mother, could yell at a child as adorable as her. Judy would murder him if he told her he silently advocated for Samantha's curious nature in magic.

"I… I… it was the fountain." Samantha said as she lifted her arm and pointed to the fountain passed the picture frame.

"Samantha, sweetie, I said you couldn't go outside because I didn't want you to get wet. Let's change your clothes before you catch a cold." Judy said as she got to her knees. "Edmund, I am so sorry about her. I'm afraid she's too adventurous."

"Just a moment," Edmund said, "My dear, did you say you got wet from the fountain?"

"Mhm!" Samantha nodded as water dripped off her. She was shivering because of how cold it was in the room.

"I see. Well… no harm, I suppose. Why don't you follow your mother and get changed." As soon as Samantha and Judy left, Edmund turned to the fountain that had been locked away for such a long time. He covered his face and laughed in disbelief, "Amazing… a child with zero knowledge or intention has been blessed by the fountain. How in the bloody hell did she pass the tests?" He would definitely extract her memory later to see exactly what she'd done. Nevertheless, Edmund couldn't help but bounce in his shoes. While the fountain appeared beautiful, it no longer had the same magical glow or splendor as before.

Outside the mansion, Hot Rod was fiddling with his neck cables in a vain attempt to change his voice. The hex that had been placed upon his throat continued to haunt him. 'I just had to laugh at that witch's voice, didn't I?' Though he knew it was a fair punishment. He didn't just laugh at her French accent but openly joked about it. It was not one of his proudest moments.

Ironically, the Witwicky who cursed him, Anna Witwicky, wasn't unsympathetic as she did give him clues over the years on how to reverse the spell. Hot Rod's spark dropped a bit as he recalled the night, only 11 years ago, when he learned of the witch's death. She apparently passed away from a magical ailment known as dragon pox and wasn't strong enough to fight it. Her death profoundly impacted him because she'd been very supportive of offering him a place within the Witwicky family as he took refuge on their planet. The witch who cursed him was his biggest advocate, offering him a place to stay in their world without fear of other humans or Decepticons. To this day, Hot Rod still feels incredibly guilty for mocking Anna's voice, and deep in his spark, he'd give almost anything to apologize one last time. He thought it was unfair for such a kind witch to die so horribly.

Hot Rod replaced a wire in his throat and tested his voice, "Hello?" He threw his helm back and groaned. He still had his French accent! As he lamented about his situation, Hot Rod's optics widened when a powerful scent rushed across his nose. 'By the Allspark… what is that?' Looking around, he stiffed the air, and his servos became weak. His optics flickered as he lost his balance and fell onto his aft. Hot Rod covered his nose but could stop the delightful scent from reaching his processor. Closing his optics, he ground his denture as his spike pressurized behind his interface plate. 'S~scrap! What in the name of the All Spark is that?'

Hot Rod stood up and quickly retreated from the mansion to take refuge in the surrounding woods. Pressing his back against a large tree, Hot Rod's glossa fell from his mouth as his body went into overdrive. 'GRR! I can't control myself. What is that smell!?' It was sweeter than the finest grade of energon and was beyond anything he had ever smelled. Knowing he was away from prying eyes, he lowered his hand and opened his interface plate. He trembled as his throbbing spike was released, and it made powerful pulses. Hot Rod's spike was thick, and drops of protofluid escaped the tip while his face plate burned. Unlike the rest of his protoform, a Cybertronian's spike was extremely sensitive, despite being composed of metal. Hot Rod's chest plate rattled before his spark chamber opened and became exposed.

Hot Rod slammed the back of his head into the tree as his spark burned. It was demanding for him to merge with the origin of this scent. "Gah! Primus!" He shouted as his nose was invaded by the smell. He was two miles away from the mansion. How could it possibly reach him here!? The Autobot clenched his denture as he attempted to resist this profound desire within his spark. Hot Rod's optics seemed to glaze over as he had a new goal. He needed to find the source of this scent and merge his spark with it. This was the only thing that mattered. However, his plan wouldn't be as simple as he initially thought. Especially when he finds out the true origin of this scent.


(Present)

"I fell in when I was a little girl, though I think those are just legends. If I was so lucky, do you think I'd be thrown into an alien civil war and shot at? That doesn't sound too lucky to me." Samantha said with a grin.

"This place is mind-blowing. What's that over there?" Mikaela asked as she wanted to know what everything in this room did. She now understood where Samantha got her curiosity for the dark arts. They got in front of a case and saw a shriveled-up rock with hairs. "Eeew… what is that? Is it a moldy burger or something?"

"That's a heart." Samantha said while walking around, "I'd prefer not to talk about this one. The history of this is rather unsettling. All I will say is this heart is polluted with dark magic and neglect."

"Ah!" Glen jumped back when he walked past a cauldron that stood up and started hopping in place. It had a human leg beneath it. "What the hell is that!?"

Samantha rushed over and calmed Glen down, "It's okay, it won't hurt you. This is just the Hopping Pot. It's best if we just leave it alone. Though if it comforts you guys, this pot actually likes muggles."

"It likes? It's a pot, Samantha." Mikaela said as the cauldron continued to jump up and down.

"So. And we're human. Just because it's a cauldron doesn't mean it can't have feelings." Taking them out of the room, she waved her wand across the door, which disappeared and was replaced with bricks.

"I can't believe this is actually happening." Maggie was lost in thought and holding her head. "I never would have imagined this would be happening to me."

"Tell me about it," Mikaela said while brushing her hair back. A feather duster flew past her and started cleaning suits of armor, and mops were washing the floor.

"I'm happy you all loved the tour. It beats going to Sea World, I bet." Samantha said with an excited smile. "Maybe later we can all have lunch in the gardens. If that is fine with the three of you." The muggles before her were nodding their heads off.

"This is so cool," Glen said for the millionth time.

"Glen, we know. You've said it a thousand times." Maggie said with a glare.

"I share your enthusiasm, Glen, don't worry," Samantha said, trying to defend Glen's excitement. "I've always loved magic, and believe me, you'll fit right in if you keep showing this amount of excitement. My family loves showing off magic to muggles when we can. Seeing your reactions is just as exciting as it is for us when we cast spells." Samantha didn't know how some wizards could cast magic and not be excited. Every spell she cast always filled her mind with excitement and curiosity.

As they walked down the hall, Mikaela looked at some of the pictures and tapestries. "Hey, Sam, I'm curious. Are you afraid of anything?"

"Why do you ask?" Samantha asked as she glanced over with a raised brow.

"You've never told me, and I'm a little curious."

"You know what I'm scared of… spiders. Man, those things are creepy… eeh!" Glenn said as he exposed his phobia. "Not to mention that~muhb." His lips were sealed against his will when he attempted to mention the man he saw the other day.

"Glenn, are you alright?" Maggie asked as he acted strange. Glen was simply pulling his lips as he tried to talk about Archibald.

Samantha looked back at Mikaela as Glenn acted strange, "If you're that curious. I'm actually terrified of leifolds."

"Uh… what?" Mikaela asked. "What is that?"

"It's basically… how do I explain this to you? A leifold is a magical creature that looks similar to a larger cloak, but they eat people. They're incredibly fast and can devour an entire person in less than a minute."

"And you said it looks like a cloak?"

"Yes… and… no. It does look like a cloak, but once it attacks and exposes its tentacles and teeth, you'll understand why they're so scary. Only a few wizards throughout history have ever survived a lethifold attack. They look like something you'd imagine in a nightmare."


(One Week Later)

Ironhide was grumbling as he cleaned his ion blaster. "Where, in the name of Primus, is that femme running off too?" They have only seen Samantha twice since the events of Mission City, and he desired nothing more than to trap her inside his spark chamber. His armor shuttered as he held his nose and growled. Ironhide missed Samantha's scent. He couldn't stand the foul odor of these human males. Being stuck with these humans made him sick, and his spark was irritated for not having Samantha close. Ironhide was never a mech who relished the company of others; he'd rather spend time working on his weapons in silence. Yet, given his short time with Samantha, she was the only femme who kept his interest and made him want to show her his arsenal of weapons. How could he not desire a femme who was just as excited about guns as he was? Ironhide knew Samantha tried to keep herself in check and act formally around them, but he read her personality with relative ease. She was a gun fanatic but tried to hide it.

Ironhide huffed as he came back to reality. He was annoyed by all the probing by the humans. All of these scientists were terrified of Sunstreaker and him. And he wasn't in a terrific mood because he'd somehow been assigned by Optimus to watch over the human named Lennox. Yet, unlike the other Autobots, he did not complain and simply accepted his new role. Ironhide was fascinated by Lennox's family… and slightly jealous.

'Why does that human get a loving sparkmate and sparkling, but I don't?' Ironhide thought bitterly. He closed his optics and grumbled as he recalled the brief moment his metallic lips touched Samantha's. He still regrets the day he didn't seize the moment by fully pressing their lips together in the field. Ironhide wanted to know exactly what her organic lips would feel like as she kissed him. He wasn't at all concerned about their size difference. Ironhide smirked slightly as he envisioned Samantha being his size and having the opportunity to kiss her. 'Who would've thought I'd be thinkin' about kissing a human.' She was beautiful in his optics, and he would be the first to openly admit that he was attracted to a human.

Ironhide ground his denture while his spike throbbed. He was thinking about Samantha's 'Happy Time,' as Judy called it. 'I'll make sure that femme is dreaming about me when she overloads. I'd show her exactly how a mech is supposed to make her feel.' His spark burned with lust as he desired to hear her cry out his name as she overloaded. Ironhide huffed as he became increasingly frustrated.

The Autobots were currently inside a large hangar awaiting further establishment with the human government. Though Prowl was irritated by how unnecessarily long this was taking. As for Sunstreaker… he was less than pleased about their situation.

"Disgusting humans… gross flesh bags… ugh! One actually thought he could touch me!" Sunstreaker shouted to his brother. "My finish is gonna rust!"

"You don't seem to mind Samantha's touch, do you? You think she'd be willing to buff my armor? She just does such an outstanding job washing me." Sideswipe said with a lost smile. The thought of her rewashing him made his servos freeze. Given her small size, she could reach sensitive parts of his protoform and be incredibly gentle. The Autobot wanted to know what it would feel like if Samantha used magic to wash him. Having her magic rush over his protoform made his processor go numb. Magic was oddly addicting and made their servos ache for more.

Ironhide simply looked over while his optics burned with jealousy, just like Sunstreaker. They were never washed by Samantha and could only imagine what it felt like. Ironhide huffed and rolled his optics, 'Dumb scraphead. If anyone is overdue for a cleaning, it's me.'

"Samantha is going to be coming with us to meet the arriving Autobots, right, Ironhide?" Bumblebee asked the weapons specialist.

"Yes," Ironhide replied, looking down at the scout, "Though I haven't heard from her. Your legs seemed to be functioning well."

"They are. It saved me an entire cycle alone with Ratchet." Bumblebee said as he looked over his repaired legs.

Ironhide scoffed in slight disbelief, "A single wave of her hand, and she can fix one of us in seconds. With her around, we won't need Ratchet anymore."

"I'm standing right here." Ratchet grumbled. Though he didn't deny Ironhide's statement. 'I can only fathom how many sparks Samantha could have saved if she were on Cybertron.' Magic had deeply impacted each of them and their understanding of the universe. Not to mention humans in general. 'I can only pray to Primus that wizards, such as Samantha, are more organized than the humans we are stuck with.' Samantha had the decency to treat them as more than machines.

The Autobots were startled as the hanger began to shake and moan. The lights were flickering, and their own scanners were shorting out. The human's primitive tools started spinning around the room from the small workstations while the floor peeled away like paper. The paper-like fragments twirled rapidly in a circle, creating a white mist before Samantha and Mikaela appeared from thin air in an explosive puff of green fire.

Mikaela lost her balance and grabbed for support on one of the tables, "I think I'm going to be sick. Too much spinning. Why is it always spinning when we teleport? I'm walking next time." The whirlwind of tools and white paper graciously floated back into place as Samantha waved her wand.

"You act like this is your first time using a portkey, Mikaela," Samantha said with a grin as she lowered her wand. "Good morning, Everyone. Ironhide, Jazz," She waved to the two bots that were closest to her. "Pardon the intrusion… we aren't late, are we?"

Ironhide bent his knees and grinned, "Talk about an entrance. There is never a dull moment with you, is there." Samantha never ceased to impress them with magic and its capabilities. "We're waiting for the shuttle to reach orbit."

"Excuse me, Samantha," Prowl kneeled down, "How exactly did you arrive here?" From what she told him about apparating, you have to know where you are going for the spell to work, and she has never been to this hangar.

"I used a portkey. The same one I used to meet with you the other day."

"Did you not say previously that to teleport, you must know your designated location in advance?" He asked.

"Aww… you actually paid attention to what I said about apparating. You really are a great listener." She smiled at Prowl for his perception. "A portkey is different from apparating. While I can apparate to anywhere of my choosing, within a relative distance, a portkey is an object bewitched to act as a two-way portal to a specified location."

"Then how were you able to find us or this hangar?"

"I have my secrets." She waved her hand, and an enchanted piece of paper peeled itself off Prowl's armor. "An enchanted bit of parchment acting as an anchor is pretty useful when attempting to track someone."

Prowl's optics widened, "You were tracking me?" When did she place that on him? No mech or femme has ever been capable of tracking him without his knowledge.

"And this is coming from the mech who has placed seven mini-trackers on me since we met." Samantha grinned as she exposed her knowledge of Prowl's failed attempts to track her. "You can have these back, by the way." She opened her hand, which had been empty before, and seven mini-trackers appeared.

Prowl looked slightly embarrassed, "I… do hope you accept my apology. Given the recent Decepticon activity, I was only attempting to look into your well-being."

"Don't worry, I'm not mad. I'm surprised you could get these on me in the first place. They're so tiny." She handed the trackers back to Prowl, who was ignoring Sideswipe's laughing.

"It looks like you're losing your touch, Prowl," Sideswipe said with a grin. "Now, where the scrap have you femme been hiding?"

"Samantha's Family's house in England," Mikaela said while rubbing her head.

"Mikaela!" Samantha signaled for her to stop talking.

"Ooh!" Jaz had a devious smile, "Where does this little femme hail from? What's her family like?"

"Extremely rich and very formal." Mikaela summarized. "I felt like I was living in King Midas's house."

"I didn't realize this femme was rich by human standards. How come you never told us, sweet femme?" Jazz asked as he looked over at her.

"Alright, yes, my family is very influential within the wizarding community, but I don't like to brandish my family's achievements," Samantha said as she avoided eye contact with everyone.

"How wealthy are we talking about?" Sideswipe asked Mikaela. "Maybe she can pay for my next paint job."

"Ignore anything she says," Mikaela said while waving her hand to Samantha, "Her family makes Scrooge McDuck look like he's poor. The mansion is so large I got lost five times."

"I told you the hallways at the manor like to change," Samantha said defensively.

"Changing hallways? How in the name of Primus is that possible?" Ratchet asked in confusion. 'Primus, what else do I not understand about magic?'

Optimus stepped forward and looked at Samantha, "Good evening, Samantha."

"Optimus," She simply waved her hand and smiled at the Prime. She winced before rubbing her cheek.

"Are you injured?" He asked as he noticed the uncomfortable expression on her face.

"What? Oh! No, I'm alright, thank you for asking. I have a leaf stuck to my gums, and sometimes it cuts the corner of my mouth." Samantha explained. She looked past Optimus and realized everyone was staring at her with confused expressions. "I have a leaf in my mouth for a potion I'm brewing. I have to keep this leaf inside my mouth for a month. If I take it out, even for a moment, then I'll have to start all over."

"What potion would you happen to be brewing?" Ratchet asked. He was fascinated by potion-making.

"It's a potion that allows me to become an animagus. It's required for my job." Samantha closed her eyes and mentally hit herself, "Right… so an animagus is someone who can transform into an animal."

"You can actually do that?" Sideswipe asked, "And here I thought we were the only ones who can change into anything." He gave her a wink.

"Just an animal?" Ratchet asked, "Nothing else?"

"Yes, just an animal. What else could I possibly change into?" Samantha asked with a smile. "I've had this leaf in my mouth for about three weeks."

"You've had that leaf in your mouth this entire time?" Mikaela asked, "How?"

"What do you mean, how? I just put it into my mouth and leave it there. It's not a giant leaf." Samantha didn't understand what was so fascinating about it.

"If you are capable of transforming into an animal, are you aware of what life form you will change into?" Optimus asked as he tried to imagine what Samantha's body would look like as it underwent a transformation. He could not mentally process what a human would look like as they transformed. They were organic, and it should technically be impossible.

"I don't know. You find out what animal you change into when you drink the potion. You basically change into your 'spirit animal,' as some humans might say. My grandfather can transform into a fire-drake, but he hardly changes nowadays. It hurts his bones."

"Are you talking about the grandfather who can see the future, or is this another one?" Mikaela asked blindly. Samantha's head shot back, and she signaled for her to be quiet.

"What was that?" Jazz asked, "He can do what?"

"Thanks, Mikaela," Samantha said with a frown. "Yes, my grandfather can see into the future. He's a seer."

"That's… impossible." Ratchet said as he tried to fathom such an ability.

"Maybe for a Cybertronian, but the art of divination isn't uncommon for wizardkind. My grandfather is a seer, so he has the natural ability to see into the future." Optimus tilted his head slightly as he became overly curious about this ability.

"If he can see into the future, why didn't he come and tell you about the Allspark or what would happen?" Sideswipe asked with a grin.

"It doesn't work like that." Samantha replied, "He can't force himself to see the future. At least, not naturally, and it's frankly nobody's business what he can see."

"Whoa! No need to get hostile with us."

Samantha shook her head, "I'm sorry. I just hate when people ask about his ability as a seer. Once someone finds out, all they ever want from him is to see their future. Also… It's not something you should go talking about in an open space." She turned to Mikaela with a glare.

"Excuse me. You never said I shouldn't mention it." Mikaela responded while putting her hand on her waist.

"Enough," Optimus said firmly as he ended the conversation. "If Samantha does not desire for us to speak about the matter, then we are to respect her wishes." He could tell the Autobots were going to quickly bother Samantha with their questions about her Grandfather's ability. A small part of Optimus also desired to ask her about this form of magic, but he remained silent. "Samantha, Mikaela, I am most grateful you both decided to welcome our arriving Autobots to your planet."

Mikaela walked next to Samantha and shrugged, "Uh… sure. No problem. But… why us? It's not that I'm not grateful, but since you're now working with the government, we would have assumed~"

"There will be several government officials to escort us back; however, I deemed it to be more appropriate if our arriving Autobots were welcomed by the both of you."

"Basically, Optimus is saying you're more welcoming than those humans we've been stuck with," Sideswipe interjected.

Samantha tilted her head to look at Optimus, "Optimus, did you… does the government know we will be accompanying you to meet the arriving Autobots?"

"Who cares?" Streaker huffed, "They're frag heads and can rust over." None of the Autobots seemed to understand Samantha's question. She fought beside them; why would she not be allowed to~

"Yes, Sir, I'm aware," Lennox said as he walked beside General Morshower and Galloway.

Galloway lowered a large set of papers from his face and looked across the room, "General, why are there civilians in this hangar?"

"Director Galloway, this is Samantha and Mikaela," Lennox said as he quickly stood in front of the annoying man. Though he was silently wondering how they got into the hangar.

"I'm aware of who they are, soldier," Galloway said in a condescending tone, "Both of you, how did you get in here? This is a classified hangar." Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were already glaring at Galloway. Who did he think he was talking to?

Samantha smiled and decided to get under this man's skin. "Magic?" She said while shrugging. The Autobots were all looking at Samantha.

"Excuse me? Is this a joke to you? I asked you a question, young lady." Galloway snapped his finger to Lennox, and Epps, who'd just entered the hangar, "You two, get them out of here, right now." All the humans looked back and jumped slightly when Ironhide changed his arm into a cannon and aimed it at Galloway.

"These femmes aren't going anywhere, rodent."

"Ironhide!" Optimus was glaring at his weapons specialist as he raised his voice.

Galloway backed up a bit, "No! This is a major breach! These civilians should not be here." As Galloway got into an argument with Lennox and General Morshower, Mikaela leaned over to Samantha and started whispering to her.

"I guess you were right about the government now wanting us around. Do you think it was wise to tick him off about how we got here?" Mikaela knew Galloway wouldn't believe Samantha when she said they got into the hangar using magic. Which ironically was the truth.

Samantha rolled her eyes, "I don't care. He's going to try everything to get rid of us. Just wait."

"Both of you, this is not the time for arguing." General Moorshower said as he tried to settle Lennox and Galloway.

"So, now we're just breaking protocols, is that it? Why don't we open the hangar doors and invite the entire city into the room?" Galloway asked as he had several mechs glaring at him.

"Just cool your circuits, little human," Jazz said as he tried to speak calmly, "These femmes are cool to chill with us. Ain't that right, Samantha?"

Galloway waved his hand at Jazz, "No, they are not cool. They're civilians! They should not be here without proper authorization!"

"I fail to find a logical reason why Samantha and Mikaela would require authorization," Prowl said, "Both of them are already aware of our existence." He understood that they were labeled as civilians by human standards, but they were essential in their plans in Mission City. And a silent part of Prowl just did not fancy the idea of Samantha being kept away from them. She had every right to see them whenever she pleased. This also included Mikaela.

Jazz frowned as Galloway attempted to find a reason to remove Samantha and Mikaela, "Like it or not, these femmes ain't goin' anywhere." He stood in front of the two women and used his leg to shield them. His servo cautiously reached towards his blaster. 'Who does this runt think he is by keepin' my femme from seein' me!?' Even if it wasn't Samantha, he still would have had the same response for Mikaela. After all they'd been through together, he wouldn't just throw them into the scrap heap. He wasn't that kind of mech.

Samantha walked around Jazz's leg and arched her wand forward towards the four bickering muggles. A blue light exploded around their heads and visibly traveled across their bodies, causing each of them to go stiff. Their eyes were glazed over, and they were completely unaware of what had happened. "There we go." She unwrapped the scarf around her neck and unfolded it as the Autobots stared at her.

"What did you do?" Sideswipe asked with wide optics.

"It's a simple spell to immobilize someone. Don't worry, they won't remember anything. Though they'll probably be confused when the spell is lifted."

"Aren't you worried someone will come across them? Samantha, we can't just leave them like this." Mikaela was worried some of the scientists would walk in and see this.

"And that is what this is for," Samantha said as she waved her scarf a bit before tossing it into the air. The gray scar expanded in midair and twirled its way over towards the four muggles. The scarf, now the size of a large blanket, delicately fell on them before turning invisible. The fabric had a yellow glow as it slowly turned translucent and faded away. There was an empty space in a matter of seconds, and the Autobots were befuddled by this magic.

"What?" Mikaela asked in utter shock.

"Huh? Where did they go?" Sunstreaker asked as he ran a heat scan.

"I just put an invisibility enchantment on my scarf. And don't worry, nobody is going to bump into them. Anyone who walks in will walk right past them."

"How do you know that?" Jazz asked as he leaned down and tried to see the humans from Samantha's level.

"I also bewitched my scarf to ensure everyone walks past them." She said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You guys really have a lot to learn about magic and charms. I'll lift the enchantment once we get back. I hope you don't mind, Optimus, but I think it would be better if we welcomed the arriving Autobots. I'd rather they had a warm welcome than a bunch of weapons pointed at them. I am sorry to say that our species, in general, isn't very welcoming to things they don't understand."

Optimus peered down at Samantha and gave a small smile. "That is very considerate of you. My arriving Autobots would not take kindly to weapons being aimed at them." Also, he considered Samantha and Mikaela exemplary advocates for their species. They were very hospitable. If any humans were to meet his troops for a first impression, then these two were prime candidates.


(Later)

After leaving the hangar, the Autobots were en route to the rendezvous point for the arriving Autobots. Samantha and Mikaela were currently sitting inside Bumblebee as they drove down the naked stretch of road.

Samantha glanced at Bumblebee's radio and smiled, "So, would it be rude of me to ask who we're going to be meeting? And not to call anyone out, but are any of these arriving Autobots… how do I put this… disgusted by humans as well?"

Bumblebee laughed a bit, "You'll see."

"Someone sounds excited," Mikaela said with a grin. "I'm guessing you know someone?"

"Yep… easily the best racer on all of Cybertron."

"I guess we'll have to wait and see then." Samantha leaned back in the driver's seat and looked forward. Prowl and Optimus were right in front of them, driving towards their destination.

"Hey, Sam, can I ask you something about your grandfather?"

"Maybe… what is it?"

"What exactly does he do for a living?" Mikaela asked while sinking back into Bumblebee's seat. Meanwhile, the Autobots were silently listening in on their conversation.

"He works for the Ministry of Magic in Britain. Or I should say he did since he is retired now. But to answer your question, my grandfather spent most of his life in the Hall of Prophecies."

"What is that?"

"I shouldn't be telling you, but it's not like you'd ever be there. As you know, my Grandfather is a seer, and he can peer through time and look into the future or possible futures."

"Right, and you said he can't force himself to see the future." The Autobots turned up their comm-links as they became fascinated by Samantha's grandfather. They were utterly enamored by the idea of seeing the future. Especially Optimus.

"Seers use different items to peer through time. Crystal balls, magic mirrors, tessomancy, tarot cards, and so on." Samantha explained slowly, "The Hall of Prophecies holds hundreds, if not thousands, of crystal balls that show snippets of the future. Others are riddled with strange phrases about what is going to happen. Edmund has spent his entire life experimenting with his abilities as a seer and meddling with time. Literally."

"Meddling with time? Do you mean like… time-travel?" Mikaela asked with utter interest.

"That is impossible. There is no such thing as time travel." Ratchet's voice came from Bee's radio.

"What the hell!?" Mikaela jumped in her seat, "Are you guys eavesdropping!?" She knew Bumblebee could hear their conversation, but she wasn't expecting all of them to listen in.

"Wait to go, Hatchet!" Sideswipe complained, "And it was just getting good. Continue, little femme."

Samantha rolled her eyes and sighed, "Seeing as how you are all going to bug me about it later, I might as well continue. But for the record, Mikaela is right. It's rude to eavesdrop. We wouldn't do it to any of you."

"Whoa, hey now, we weren't eavesdroppin'." Jazz said while trying to laugh it off.

"None of you said you were listening or made your presence known. That's eavesdropping." Mikaela said aggressively into the radio.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side, femme." Ironhide said happily. He liked these two humans.

"Anyways," Samantha interrupted them all, "Yes, he did experiment with time travel. In fact, he is the original creator of time-turners. They're small enchanted hourglasses that have been bewitched to allow someone to travel back in time."

"What!?" Sideswipe shouted excitedly, "Seriously!? You, humans, know how to travel back in time? You need to hook me up with this time-turner when you get the chance. Primus, imagine the pranks we could pull, Sunny!"

"No! That's… it's not possible!" Ratchet shouted in denial.

"Hold up," Jazz raised his own question, "If you can travel back in time, why don't ya go back and try to give us the Allspark so you won't have to destroy it." He didn't blame her for destroying the Allspark. He was just trying to think about time travel logically.

"Forget that! Why not give me that time-turner thing so I can go back in time and scrap Megatron before he started this whole war!" Ironhide shouted.

"Enough!" Samantha shouted into the radio, silencing the Autobots as they thought about traveling back in time. "First off, none of you are going back in time. Time is not a toy for pulling pranks or getting revenge. Secondly, Jazz, that is not how time travel works. When you go back in time, you exist with your past self. Yes, you can push your previous timeliness into a new direction, but, in doing so, you'd erase yourself from history."

"If you erased yourself from history, then wouldn't that create a paradox or whatever it's called," Mikaela asked. "I mean, if you didn't have your original reason to go back in time, how could you change the past? And if you didn't change the past, then you'd still exist, and… you get what I'm saying."

"Again, that isn't how time works. Once you 'push' the timeline in a new direction, it stays in that direction. But believe me, meddling with time is more trouble that isn't worth." All the while, Optimus was silent about the whole concept. His understanding of time was now being completely altered.

"I still think it would be great if we could go back like Ironhide said and scrap Megatron." Bumblebee said bitterly.

Samantha pinched the bridge of her nose, "Time-turners only allow you to go back five hours. You're talking about traveling back in time by millions of years. Even with magic, that is impossible. You would literally be torn apart by time itself. I don't know if this has been said on Cybertron, but time is extremely fragile. It doesn't like to be meddled with."

"A bit hostile, aren't you?" Mikaela asked as she watched Samantha get slightly mad.

"I'm just trying to stress to all of you that time is not something to change or control. And if you mess up as badly as my grandfather did, you'll hate yourself for the rest of your life… like he does."

"What did he do? If you do not mind me asking, Samantha." Prowl asked cautiously.

Samantha looked at the radio but said nothing. After a long silence, she sighed, "If you must know… he changed time by traveling back a few decades with an experimental time tuner of his. My grandfather thought he could change the past for the better but only made things much… much worse. His wife, my father's aunt… she was never born."

Mikaela's eyes widened, "Oh my god, seriously?" The Autobots were left abnormally quiet.

"His time tuner allowed him to stay in the past for about five minutes. And in those five minutes, he caused his wife to never be born."

"Scrap… what did he do?" Jazz asked. His voice lacked the excitement he once had. The Autobots all felt pity for this human. None of them could imagine the horrible future of causing your sparkmate to never exist.

"We don't know. He refuses to talk about it. Believe me, he tried everything he could to change the past and bring her back. The only reason he didn't fade from existence and still retains his memories of her is because of how much he loved her."

"How does love allow him to keep his memories and not fade away?" Ratchet asked in confusion. However, if Samantha's story was true, he felt sorry for this human. Every moment he thought he started to understand magic, Samantha would poke a new hole into his processor. She spoke about time travel as if it were common practice.

"Right, you guys don't know. Love is an extremely powerful force of magic. I don't know what it is like for Cybertronians, but for wizards, love is a force so strong that it creates the most unique types of magic. Spells and protective enchantments that would otherwise be impossible… such as not being erased from the universe. This type of magic is ancient and unbreakable."

"Is that why all those fairy tales we heard as kids always had those corny endings. Like love's first kiss?" Mikaela asked.

"Mhm!" Samantha nodded, "I study dark magic and artifacts. But that feeling of love a person had for someone else can offer you the greatest protection from the darkest spells. Love is one of the most confusing branches of magic." The Autobots were left unsettled by this conversation. However, this talk about love made them wonder how strong humans could feel this emotion.

The next few minutes were spent in silence. However, Mikaela had one final question burning in her mind. "So, Sam, I know I'm asking many annoying questions, but why exactly is your family famous with wizards?"

"You didn't see my family tree when we were in England, did you?" Samantha asked innocently, "It's no real secret since the entire wizarding world knows. The reason my family is so 'influential' is that we're direct descendants of Merlin. You've heard of him, right?"

"Holy shit…" Mikaela's eyes were wide as saucers, "Merlin? As in thee Merlin?" She didn't know much about him other than legends all muggles heard about him being the greatest wizard who ever lived.

"Who's Merlin?" Sideswipe asked.

"Who's Merlin?! Are you serious?" Mikaela asked the Autobot through the radio, "You're a descendant of Merlin!? He was real!?"

"Of course, Merlin was real. I've told you this."

"Ya, but you never said you were his descendant! That is kind of a big thing!" Mikaela said as she tried to comprehend what she was hearing.

Optimus quickly ran a search on the internet for Merlin, "Samantha, I am surprised you did not find it comforting to tell us sooner of your lineage amongst wizards." Countless human sources depicted Merlin as a powerful wizard. His name must clearly have leverage if 'muggles' were aware of his supposed existence.

"So I am a descendant of Merlin. That doesn't mean we're royalty." Samantha explained, "And I wasn't uncomfortable with you knowing, Optimus, I just… I didn't think it was important. It's not like that name means anything to your kind." She said dismissively. Frankly, she doubted any of them would care. They were too focused on getting the Allspark at the time.

"You didn't think it was important to tell us you're related to Merlin?" Mikaela rebutted. "How is that not conversation worthy? I'm sitting next to Merlin's great-great-great-great…. However, many 'greats' granddaughter."

"Back off," Ironhide's voice interrupted her, "She didn't want to tell us. That's her choice, so leave it there." Samantha couldn't help but smile warmly at Ironhide, who was driving directly behind them.

'I know Ironhide is gruff and scary, but he's such a sweet guy.' Of all the Autobots, he never questioned what she said about magic.

"Hey, Sammy, since you're answering all these questions, do you mind if I ask you something?" Jazz's voice once more came from Bumblebee's radio.

"What's your question, Jazz?" Samantha laughed internally. She's never gotten this much attention before.

"Where exactly does magic come from for humans? I've been all over the galaxy and have never seen anything like it."

"I have been wondering that question as well," Ratchet added in.

"Where does magic come from? We aren't certain, even amongst wizards, but we know that it is exclusive only to humans and other species here on Earth."

"How do you know that?" Bumblebee asked.

"So… magic does exist throughout the entire universe, that much we know. We have special magical instruments that allow us to measure the stars and space. Early humans used to believe that the universe revolved around the Earth~"

"Hahaha! Are you serious? That's hysterical!" Sideswipe laughed at how ludicrous that sounded.

"Can you let her finish!?" Ironhide shouted. "Quit interrupting her!" He just wanted to hear what Samantha would say without someone speaking up.

"Alright, sorry. No need to get your wires in a bunch. As you were saying?"

"As I was saying," She began slowly while blushing. "There was a major misconception amongst muggles on this. Wizards have always known the Earth revolves around the Sun. However," Samantha became a little smug as she sat up, "All the magic, from what we can see of the entire observable universe, revolves around our planet."

"How are you able to measure something like this?" Prowl asked curiously. As usual, most of them had doubts about Samantha's statement, besides Ironhide.

"I wouldn't expect you to understand, but wizards have our own magical instruments that measure and track magic. It was discovered long ago by Babylonian wizards that all magic in the universe revolves around Earth. You could basically say that our planet is the founder of magic throughout the cosmos."

"That is a very bold assumption, Samantha." Ratchet said, "You are certain of this?"

"Absolutely… I'm not surprised your kind doesn't know about magic. As I've said, magic does not work well with technology."

"If what you say is true, then the amount of energy required for magic to revolve around your planet~"

"I have to stop you there, Ratchet," Samantha politely interrupted him, "Magic doesn't use energy… it's… it's magic!" And that was the easiest way to explain it, "It is its own force of nature. Everything you know about electricity or energy, like the Allspark, is irrelevant to magic. That's not to say it is perfect. Magic does have its own laws and limits."

"Are you kidding!?" Sideswipe shouted, "I love magic! Primus, I'd give anything to do what you do. Even Sunny said he loves magic."

"Shut up!" Sunstreaker shouted as he became embarrassed.

Samantha's cheeks started to burn. Did Sunstreaker really love magic? She doubted he loved anything having to do with organics. "As much as you love magic, Sideswipe, I should warn you to never head to either pole of the planet. Not unless you want to end up like Megatron."

"What do you mean, Samantha?" Optimus asked as she brought up Megatron. At the mention of his name, all the Autobots immediately became serious.

"If you want to know the actual reason Megatron crashed and went into 'stasis,' it's because of the Earth's magic flowing through the planet's northern and southern poles. It wasn't our planet's magnetism that caused him to crash. As you get close to the north and south poles, the magic that naturally is produced by our planet becomes stronger."

"That would explain a great deal as to why Megatron crashed on your planet. Our systems on the Ark experience fluxes when we entered orbit near the Northern pole of your planet."

"Your ship isn't still there, is it?!" Samantha became worried about their ship crashing on Earth.

"Prowl made appropriate adjustments in our telemetry. It is currently in a fixed position above the planet's equator."

"I will advise the arriving Autobots to avoid the planet's poles." Prowl said as he immediately sent an encrypted order.

Samantha sighed in relief, "Oh~good, I'd feel horrible if something happened to your ship."

"Hehe~maybe we should send a fake distress beacon to the north. No doubt the cons will come and snoop it out." Ironhide said, excited about leading them into a trap. Samantha said nothing, but she did not fancy Ironhide's plan.

They were currently in the middle of nowhere. And after a couple of minutes, they finally reached the rendezvous point, but there was no ship to be seen.

"The ship will arrive in approximately one Earth-hour." Prowl said as he transformed and read his internal systems.

"I guess we have time to kill then," Mikaela said as she got out of Bumblebee with Samantha.

As the rest of the Autobots transformed, Samantha walked over towards Ratchet and Prowl, "I forgot to ask, how are both of you enjoying your remembralls?"

"It's very convenient." Ratchet said while reaching into his chest plate to pull out the large ball. "Huh!? This thing is confusing! I haven't forgotten anything!" He started huffing as the smoke turned red.

"Well… it looks like you've forgotten something. Just remember, the remembrall never lies." Ratchet frowned as he stared into space and thought about his tasks. "What about you, Prowl?"

"Your gift has been exceedingly helpful in my daily duties. I have not forgotten much, but on the rare occasion I do, it has helped me immensely." Prowl felt fully accomplished in his goals and was grateful to never have the nagging feeling in his processor of possibly forgetting something. It was a gift he would cherish forever.

"That's great! And your processor?"

"My processor is fully repaired. Do you not remember?" Prowl asked in confusion. "Ratchet, I am afraid Samantha might have damaged her processor."

Samantha quickly waved her hands, trying to calm them down before they panicked, "No! No, I remember. I was just asking because I care about you. And with all that has happened lately, I just want to make sure your mind is still functional."

Prowl's spark trembled at her words, "I… see. Then in response to your question, yes, my processor is running at optimal capacity."

"You don't need to be so formal, Prowl. This is me you're talking to." Samantha giggled a bit at Prowl's formality on everything. "If your mind ever glitches again, make sure you come to see me. No matter what time of the day or wherever I'm at. I'll gladly fix it for you."

Prowl's door wings trembled as his optics narrowed in on Samantha, "You are far too kind, Samantha. I am still extremely grateful for your assistance in mending my processor."

"Hey," Jazz pushed himself between Prowl and Ratchet, much to their annoyance, "Sweetspark, since you can do that little hocus pocus with Prowl's processor, you wanna see mine?"

"Thanks for the offer, but I'll have to decline, Jazz." Samantha said politely, "Besides, probing around your mind with legilimency is dangerous. If you were hoping to show me your memories, then I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but that isn't how the spell works."

"It ain't? Aw~and here I thought I'd show you my favorite energon bar." Jazz placed his hand over his chest plate and sounded overdramatic.

"It sounds like fun, but I really can't. I'm not seeing your memories with legilimency. I'm gaining complete control over it. It's not a spell you should use casually or for fun. In fact, it's actually excruciating, ask Prowl."

Jazz turned to Prowl, "Tell this little femme it didn't hurt!" He all but begged vainly to have Samantha enter his mind.

Prowl glanced at Ratchet and Jazz as they waited for his answer. "Samantha is correct in stating that this… spell… caused my processor to hurt." It was still difficult for him to believe in magic, but he knew it was real. "However, I must confess that, near the end, there was a rather great relief from this spell." Samantha's cheeks were burning as she listened to Prowl. The only possible way for the spell to not cause him pain is if he fully trusted her with everything in his mind. Usually, most people try to keep something hidden in their past.

Jazz bent down and smiled, "Well, if you say so, I won't force you. Care to wait and listen to some rockin' music with me?"

"Gah! She doesn't wish to waste her time doing something so unproductive!" Ratchet barked out as he pushed Jazz aside. "She'd much rather discuss alchemy with me. Or, at the very least, she'd be willing to learn more about a Cybertronian's protoform."

Jazz turned and sneered at Ratchet, "Sammy would rather listen to music than have her processor melt."

"Whoa! Whoa! Let's just calm down." Samantha carefully stepped forward and waved her hand. Jazz and Ratchet jumped back from each other as a magical barrier separated them. "I can listen to music and talk about alchemy with both of you at the same time. And, Ratchet, who knows, maybe you'll find some Earth music you'll like."

"Pff… doubtful," Ratchet said as he crossed his arms and looked away.

"Oh~don't be sour. I think I know what genre of music you'll like. Jazz, would you be willing to experiment with some older music? I don't think you will particularly like it but~"

"Are you kiddin'!? And I thought you knew me, little femme!" Jazz put his hand on his chest plate and smiled, "I'm down to listen to whatever Earth music you've got." As quickly as it appeared, the magical shield cracked and burned away. Ratchet watched with slight awe as the barrier flaked away and made a hissing sound. He lifted his finger and touched one of the flakes, and studied it.

"I have to say, seeing your guy's reaction to magic will always be entertaining to me." She couldn't stop herself from giggling at their expressions. They reminded her of little kids who learned about magic for the first time.

Jazz's face plate ignited when he heard Samantha giggle, "Ya~well~I… it's not every solar cycle we see somethin' like this. Now, why don't you hop up here and tell me what playlist to start with?" He lowered his hand and allowed her to step onto it before lifting her towards his shoulder.

"Prowl, would you care to join us?"

"Thank you for the offer, but I must converse with Optimus about the arriving Autobots." Prowl said as he attempted to maintain his composure.

"I see… all right," Samantha sounded slightly disappointed, "Maybe later then. If we get another chance. I'd also love to hear more about Praxis. From what you told me, it sounds delightful." As Prowl walked away, he couldn't suppress the burning sensation of his spark. The core of his spark was shouting in agony to merge with her. However, he knew she didn't have a spark, so it wouldn't be possible. Human or not, Samantha treated him differently than he was used to. He didn't want it to end. Prowl has never had someone actively seek out his thoughts or feelings on things. Every mech and femme he knew avoided him because of his stiff personality. Yet, Samantha wasn't the least bit bothered by his formalities. Even when he rambled on with his findings, she gave him her fullest attention and never dozed off.

While Samantha conversed with Jazz about music options to play for Ratchet, Mikaela sat silently on a log as she watched the witch. 'Sam really does get along with them, doesn't she?' Mikaela thought with a smile. She glanced to the right and saw Sunstreaker and Sideswipe standing off to the side with jealous expressions on their face plates. 'Can they be any more obvious?' She stood up and cleared her throat, "Ehem, can I help you guys with something?"

"No, now frag off," Sunstreaker said briskly before looking away.

Sideswipe, ever the kind mech, shook his head while laughing off his brother's temper, "Sorry about him. He didn't mean it."

"Yes, I did."

"Anyways… why did you think we needed help, little femme?" Sideswipe asked with a grin.

Mikaela shrugged, "I figured both of you could use a bit of help since both of you obviously have a crush on Samantha." Sideswipe and Sunstreaker's optics widened simultaneously and were followed by different reactions.

"W~what!? Where did you get a silly idea like that! Haha~Very funny." Sideswipe was trying to laugh it off. In the past, he has always been confident around a femme that he liked. However, Samantha made his spark burn with joy. She was the only femme who could make him nervous about being himself… he was scared his personality and jokes would scare her away.

"You just shut your fragging mouth!" Sunstreaker whispered aggressively as he clenched his fist.

"Oh~grow up, Sunstreaker." Mikaela rolled her eyes at the yellow mech who was sneering at her. "Take an olive branch once in a while and see that I'm willing to help you guys." Sunstreaker was tempted to shout at her, but deep down, his spark was yelling for him to listen.

Sideswipe leaned down and looked extremely nervous, "You'll… help us?"

"Only if you admit it." Mikaela was grinning and dying inside to hear them confess their feelings.

"Admit what!? Just frag off. C'mon, Sideswipe, we're not actually gonna listen to this flesh bag, are we?" Sunstreaker huffed some steam. There was only one human he'd care for, and she was currently wasting her time with Ratchet and Jazz.

"See, that right there is what will run Samantha away from you guys." Mikaela started without sympathy. "You calling our species flesh bags and actively insulting her will turn her in the other direction, believe me. No woman wants a guy like that."

"We don't know what you're talking about," Sunstreaker grumbled as he crossed his arms.

Sideswipe grabbed his brother's shoulder and spoke through their bond :Maybe we should hear the femme out. She could help us understand humans better.:

:We don't need her help!: Sunstreaker shouted through their bond.

:Face it, Sunny, we don't know anything about humans. Can we just hear what she has to say:

:No! And don't call me Sunny!:

"You know what… nevermind." Mikaela shook her head while waving her hand, "If neither of you can even admit aloud that you like her, then maybe I shouldn't help you."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Sunstreaker asked with a glare.

"I was just trying to be nice and help you both out. I may be a 'flesh bag,' but I'm not dumb, alright? I see how you guys look at Samantha and how well you get along. I just thought… I'd give you a few pointers on how to impress her."

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker glanced at one another before huddling together and whispering in Cybertronian. Sunstreaker looked at Mikaela and grimaced, "If you ever tell anyone I said this aloud, I'll shoot you. Yes… we… like the human femme."

"Ya, try again." Mikaela said with a glare, "She has a name, and if you're ashamed to be open about wanting to date a human, then you don't deserve her."

"Shut up! It's not like that!" Sunstreaker raised his voice.

Sideswipe quickly calmed his brother down before he broke out into a rant, "Alright, yes, we like Samantha. Now, will you help us?"

Mikaela glanced at Sunstreaker, "I'm waiting."

Sunstreaker threw his head back and snarled, "Ugh! F~fine... my spark yearns for Samantha." He was embarrassed to admit his feelings aloud.

"See... that wasn't too hard. Now c'mere, I'm going to tell you everything I know Samantha loves and hates. And give you a few pointers on how to impress us, human girls."

Both the twins wanted to have Samantha as their sparkmate, and they were desperate for advice on dating a human and winning their affection. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker leaned down to listen to Mikaela. They recorded every word she said and treated it like gospel.


(One Hour Later)

As the shuttle landed, Samantha waved her wand and concealed herself and Mikaela in a bubble. "They do know we are here, correct!?" Samantha shouted to Bumblebee as the heat from the ship's engines nearly blew them away.

Mikaela covered one of her eardrums with her finger, "That is ridiculously loud!"

After the landing gear was activated and the ship was put on standby, Samantha quickly dissolved her protective enchantment, "That's their ship?" She wasn't particularly impressed by the vessel and expected it to be bigger.

"It looks like a flying trash can," Mikaela said as she shared Samantha's expression. "You know, Sam, I think your Mom is right. Once you see magic, all this other stuff just… Meh… It's okay, I guess."

"Please be polite, Mikaela," Samantha whispered. The ship's ramp extended, and several Autobots walked out of the vessel, yet, Mikaela had to look away as a femme's overly pink paint job burned her eyes.

"Oh my gosh, who would ever choose a pink paint job?" Mikaela whispered into Samantha's ear.

Elita-One approached Optimus, "Optimus, we received your transmission and are here to offer our assistance." Two other femmes were behind her while a blue mech leaned against the ship's ramp. Blurr was rolling his optics as he followed Elita's orders and stayed close to the vessel.

"At ease, Elita," Optimus made a halting motion with his servo, "The Allspark was indeed located on this planet."

"Was?"

"The Allspark is no more. It has been destroyed." Without wasting any time, Optimus told the three femmes in front of him the terrible news.

Elita's optics widened, "That's impossible! The Allspark is indestructible."

Mikaela leaned close to Samantha, "It looks like he doesn't waste time. I seriously thought he was gonna at least give them five minutes to adjust." Neither Samantha nor her expected Optimus to reveal this information the moment they landed. They had only been out of their ship for a minute. Meanwhile, Samantha shifted nervously. She was afraid Optimus would tell them exactly who the person was that destroyed the Allspark.

"I witnessed its destruction with my own optics. It was imperative that it be destroyed less it falls into Megatron's hands." Optimus said firmly.

"Megatron has been missing since Cyberton went dark! What about our home, Optimus, our planet!?" Elita demanded.

"Turns out Megatron beat us here a long time ago," Jazz had spoken up from the side, "Though~"

"I am speaking with Optimus, soldier. I did not request for you to talk." Elita-One did quick work in trying to address their ranks.

"Elita, Jazz is my second-in-command. You will show him the same respect as you would give me." Optimus said firmly; however, Jazz was already frowning at Elita-One. The small mech was already starting to remember why he didn't like her.

"Optimus, have you lost your processor? Jazz is not fit to be your second-in-command. He can never amount to Ultra Magnus." Elita-One, however, was more irritated by the idea that this tiny mech was her superior. She remembered Jazz on Cybertron and had never thought a mech like him would make it far within the Autobot's ranks.

"Ultra Magnus was indeed an admirable second-in-command, but he, along with the crew of the Lost Light, are now one with the Allspark. I trust Jazz with my spark." Ultra Magnus was assigned to the Lost Light crew as Hot Rod's second-in-command. The Lost Light was the last and final attempt for the Autobots and Decepticons to make peace. The ship was inhabited by both brilliant and talented cybertronians from both factions. Upon its failed launch and disappearance, the Decepticons accused the Autobots of sabotaging the vessel and vice versa.

Samantha stood there patiently as Optimus and Prowl discussed the destruction of the Allspark with Elita and the two femmes behind her. They sidestepped the details of who destroyed the Allspark and never mentioned her name. However, she was still riddled with unfathomable guilt.

"We have decided to take refuge on this planet and have allied ourselves with the natives of this planet."

Chromia looked around, "And where are the natives, Sir?"

Mikaela rolled her eyes before bringing her hand to the corner of her mouth, "Down here!" The newly arrived Autobots looked down and were confused by the two tiny organics.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Samantha." She smiled and gave a slight wave to the three Autobots.

"Is… this a joke?" Elita-One asked while turning back to Optimus. "Optimus, cannot possibly be serious. They're organics! They could not possibly offer anything to our cause."

"Are they supposed to be so tiny?" Chromia bent down to get a better look at them. She gave a small laugh before turning to Ironhide, who was glaring at her from the moment she arrived, "It's good to see you again, Ironhide."

"Frag off," Ironhide crossed his arms while glaring at the femme.

"You can't still be mad about what happened with Sunstreaker, can you?"

The two humans were left in the dark as Chromia and Moonracer started speaking in their native tongues. However, Samantha felt a resonating ping of jealousy as Chromia got closer to Ironhide. 'Do they have a history together? Wait~why do I care!? It's not like Ironhide or any of them feel something for me.' Glancing over at Elita-One, Samantha raised a brow as she briefly caught her optic before the pink femme glared at her.

Samantha walked over and politely waved her hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Elita."

"Optimus, you know I've always stood beside you, but even you have to see that these primitive life forms aren't worth protecting," Elita-One said while completely ignoring Samantha. Optimus had already begun telling her about this alliance with the humans, and she made quick work of questioning his judgment.

Samantha frowned while putting her hand on her hip, 'Am I a ghost?'

"Elita, while I respect your dedication to our cause, I can confer that the natives of this planet are more than they appear," Optimus stated firmly.

"They're organics, Optimus. I doubt this primitive human can count the number of digits she has on her servos." She exclaimed while motioning to Samantha.

"You realize I can hear everything you're saying, correct?" Samantha pointed to her ear while glaring at the pink femme. 'She's almost as bad as Sunstreaker.'

"You will watch your tone when speaking to me, human," Elita said while glaring at her.

"Elita, Samantha is a valued ally, and I expect you to show her respect. This is their planet, and we must show the natives we mean no harm." Optimus immediately put a stop to Elita-One.

"Optimus, did you hit your helm in stasis?" She asked in a concerned voice, "Think about what your processor is saying. How could a race of tiny organics possibly help with our war with the Decepticons?"

"I'll have you know… we humans are more powerful than you think," Samantha said with a cheeky smile.

Elita-One glared at her, "Human, you would not last one Astro-second against a Decepticon. Optimus, may I speak with you… in private?" Samantha watched Optimus motion his hand to her, signaling for her to stay put. Turning back towards the other Autobots, she saw Moonracer talking with Sideswipe and Ratchet; and both were laughing about something. 'Wait, Ratchet is laughing… with Sideswipe!?' She attempted to announce herself but in a strange turn of events. It seemed as though nobody noticed her. The Autobots were entering into a pleasant conversation with Chromia and Moonracer, leaving the two humans uncomfortably standing there. However, Ironhide and Sunstreaker were glaring at Chromia the entire time, but the weapon specialist couldn't shake Chromia off him. This continued for nearly two gruesomely long hours.

Growing tired of standing around, Mikaela walked next to Samantha and locked her fingers together, "This is so uncomfortable. Do you wanna just leave?" It was painfully obvious that both of them had faded into the background.

Samantha glanced around again and shared Mikaela's uncomfortable expression, "I don't think they'll notice if we left. They seem preoccupied." Even Jazz failed to notice her when she tapped on his leg. The white mech simply waved his hand at her as he listened to Moonracer's stories… even Bumblebee was enamored with meeting the arriving Autobots. It had been far too long since he'd seen Moonracer and Chromia. Samantha turned around and elbowed Mikaela, "What about those two? Do you wanna try and introduce ourselves? They have been over there for the last two hours." Near the ship were two blue mechs. One had a fin on the top of his head and was busy wielding the damaged plating of the vessel. The other Autobot was leaning against the ramp and seemed irritated about something.

"What two? Samantha, only one guy is standing there." Mikaela explained as she only saw Blurr.

"No… There is another bot right next to him. He's literally right there, Mikaela." Both women looked at each other in confusion. 'What is Mikaela talking about? I literally see him.' They walked over and politely caught Blurr's attention. "Hello, I'm Samantha. I hope we're not bothering you two. We just wanted to come over and introduce ourselves." Mentally, Samantha hit herself again. She was horrible at introductions.

Blurr glanced down, and his optics widened, "So you're the natives of this planet? I've never seen anything like you before. It's nice to see some femme have manners… the names Blurr." He smugly pointed to his chest plate, "I'd imagine both of you have heard of me before." Samantha and Mikaela shook their heads.

"No, I'm afraid not. And you are?" Samantha looked up at Mirage and smiled warmly at the bitter mech. Mirage was glaring at Optimus as he spoke in private with Elita-One. Yet, he was pulled out of his jealousy when he realized the human was talking to him.

Blurr rubbed the top of his helm, "Who are you talking to?"

"Samantha, are you okay?" Mikaela asked as Samantha stared into space.

"I am speaking to the Autobot that is right beside you." Samantha glanced at Mirage and watched him look at her in utter confusion. His armor flashed, and the mech quickly appeared before Blurr and Mikaela.

"Scrap! How long were you standing there? What have I told you about doing that!?" Blurr sneered at Mirage, and they immediately started budding heads.

"Is it now a crime to stand where I choose?" Mirage growled back before turning to the human. "How were you able to see through my cloaking?"

"What cloaking? You've been standing there for the past two hours." Samantha laughed nervously as the two Autobots looked at her in confusion. 'Oh~no… what do I say?' As soon as he mentioned that he was invisible, she immediately understood why Blurr and Mikaela were confused. As a witch, her eyesight allowed her to see past illusions, which apparently extended to cloaking technology. Much to her surprise. "And you are?" She quickly tried to change the conversation.

"I am Mirage."

"Don't bother listening to him. You'll never meet his standards," Blurr said while lifting his servo up and blocking Mirage. "Now me, on the other hand~"

"Do not speak to me about standards, you hypocrite." Mirage seethed, "Humans, do yourselves a favor and ignore this selfish-aft."

"Whoa! Whoa!" Samantha waved her hands, "We're all friends here."

"Be silent, femme." Mirage sneered at the small human. He wasn't interested in meeting the natives of this planet or in having her speak for him. "My function is not to be your friend or entertain your primitive minds." Behind her, Mikaela rolled her eyes.

"Mirage, is it?" To his surprise, Samantha glared at him, "I never asked to be your friend. I was just coming over to be polite and welcome you to our planet like a civilized person. I've been kind enough to hold my tongue with those three femmes, but I'm losing my patience. Don't ever talk down to me."

Mirage's optics widened as this human femme spoke aggressively with him. "Pfff~whatever." He activated his cloaking device and walked away. However, she could still see him.

Blurr crossed his arms and snickered, "You and I are going to get along just fine, femme." Anyone who could get under Mirage's circuits was already on good terms with him.

"Blurr, correct? I'm so sorry you had to see me like that~I'm really not a bitter person."

Blurr grinned and waved his hands, "Say no more. I'm no more fond of those three femmes than you." Getting to his knees, he looked over the femme, "You humans look so strange." They reminded him of cybertronians with their limbs and facial complexions.

"I'll try to take that as a compliment," Samantha said with narrowed eyes.

Blurr laughed and held the back of his helm, "Sorry 'bout that. I meant no offense." Just before he got back up, a mouthwatering scent ran across his nose, causing his servos to lock up. Blurr leaned closer to Samantha and started sniffing her.

"What are you doing?"

"Is that your scent, femme?" Blurr's nose was burning as the most spark-numbing smell filled his protoform. He turned to Mikaela and sniffed her before gagging a bit. She smelled grease and oil, which were covered by some artificial scent.

Mikaela bit her tongue on the corner of her mouth as she glared at Blurr, "Thanks for gagging. That's just what every girl wants to see."

Blurr quickly shook his head and became irritated, "Scrap! I didn't mean to~Grr!" He was angry at himself for coming off as a jerk. Blurr was genuinely attempting to be polite, but he couldn't help but feel this was hopeless. He wasn't a kind mech! 'Why am I even bothering talking with these humans?' They'd see how selfish and stuck-up he truly was and then despise him like every other femme in the universe.

"Look, we're getting off to the wrong start here. Blurr, why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself? Mikaela and I would love to know more about you." Samantha was doing everything she could to salvage this already horrible introduction with the arriving Autobots. 'I want to meet at least one Autobot who doesn't think we're primitive.'

Blurr became a little smug and started flexing his servos, "If you must know, I'm easily the fastest mech on all of Cybertron and winner of the Ibex Cup, ten cycles in a row. But in total, I've won sixteen times."

"Oh~well… congratulations~but I'm not exactly sure what the Ibex cup is."

"What!? Primus, you femme are missing out on the best sport on all of Cybertron. I'll definitely have to show you both a few holopads of each of my victories." Blurr smiled and began explaining the ibex cup, much to their fascination. Some habits die hard, and Blurr was a mech who loved to talk about himself. "Hopefully, you femme don't think I sound too stuck up," Blurr said jokingly.

"Please, my boyfriend has a bigger ego than you." Mikaela said dismissively, "But that was a really great story. I'd love to hear more about this Ibex cup. I love watching NASCAR."

"Agreed," Samantha laughed as Mikaela glared at her, "It was nice meeting you, Blurr, but we should let you get back to work. If you don't mind, Mikaela and I will be leaving. We would have loved to talk with you all a bit longer but our time is already limited."

"Not at all. I look forward to showing you femmes my holo-vids." They may be human, but that didn't mean he wouldn't gloat about his achievements to them.

Looking over at the Autobots, Mikaela and Samantha watched them transform and drive off as they led Chromia and Moonracer around to find them a new alt-form. Prowl, Jazz, Bumblebee, and Sideswipe drove off with the two femmes in the center of their formation. Ironhide and Sunstreaker hadn't left with them; but, instead, made their way over towards Optimus and Elita-One. And Ratchet was speaking with Mirage. Samantha once again felt a drop of jealousy in her chest as she saw how close Elita was to Optimus. She didn't appreciate how she put her servos on his chest plate. Samantha could also see Mirage glaring daggers at Optimus in the distance. He was obviously jealous of the Prime speaking to the pink femme.

"Hey, Skids, what's blue and stupid?" An Autobot peeked his head out from the ship and looked down at Blurr.

"Easy, it's~" Blurr turned around with a murderous look as his optics ignited. With great speed, he ran into the ship and pulled the two annoying Autobots inside before they could expose his horrible past to the humans.

Mikaela whistled, "Wow… he really is fast." He disappeared as nothing but a blue streak. She glanced at Samantha and felt sorry for the witch. Both of them were utterly blown off for the three Autobot femme that had just arrived. They could understand wanting to meet old friends, but it was disheartening that every time they tried to speak, they were ignored like ghosts. Before Samantha could offer her hand, both women shivered and started blowing hot air into their hands as it suddenly became deathly cold. "Holy crap, it is so~cold." The wind was blowing softly as the trees wrestled together in the distance.

Samantha held herself and shivered, "Why is it so cold? Maybe it's a cold front?" As they shivered, neither noticed the frost collecting on the ship's underside. It was so cold that the energon fuel lines started freezing inside the ship. Samantha rubbed her shoulders as she looked up. She froze and narrowed her eyes as she caught something off in the distance. Just over the hill, next to a dead tree, stood a large cloaked figure looking in their direction. 'What is that?' She narrowed her eyes and tried to get a better view of the ominous entity. Its cloak was blowing softly in the wind, yet it seemed to move as if time itself had slowed down. It just stood there… staring. No movement, just an unnatural stillness.

"Samantha, are you okay?"

"What!?" Samantha jumped and glanced at Mikaela. She quickly looked back towards the hill overlooking the ship and saw that the cloaked figure was gone. "W~We should go," She was trying to ignore the anxiety in her heart. Was she seeing things? "Ready?" She offered her hand to Mikaela. The young woman nodded and grabbed the witch's hand before they were shredded into a tiny hole. Having focused her magic, there was only a slight cracking sound, but Optimus and the other Autobots were too far away to hear.


(Tranquility Park)

Mikaela gasped as she held onto a street light, "Samantha, I don't know if I can keep doing this whole teleporting thing."

"I'm sorry." Samantha seemed distant as she sat on one of the benches and looked up at the stars. Mikaela stopped her whining and sat next to her. The two women were silent for the longest time. They were still left shivering from how cold they'd gotten. Their already glum mood felt infinitely worse.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Mikaela asked, breaking the silence.

Samantha shrugged, "Talk about what?"

"Are you serious? We just spent two whole hours being completely ignored. They didn't even bother introducing us… that was a complete waste of our time." Mikaela said bitterly.

"I mean… Optimus introduced me to Elita-One, and he did defend me, at first."

"You mean the bitchy bottle of Pepto Bismol? Ya, she sounds great."

Samantha sighed, "Do you think they'll notice we're gone?"

"You know what? Who cares?" Mikaela stood up and laughed, "We just spent two hours being insulted as a primitive race, and those guys don't even have the decency to speak up. Samantha, you can't tell me you're okay with this." She knew Samantha held deep feelings for the Autobots and could only imagine what she was going through.

"Of course, I'm not okay with it." Samantha responded miserably, "I know neither of us was looking for any special attention, but… I just can't believe they'd allow those femmes to say such horrible things right in front of us." She'd advocated to men like Agent Simmons that the Autobots were more than machines and hoped they would extend the same courtesy to her.

Mikaela sat back down and slumped her shoulders, "I'm… so sorry you had to see those three femmes fawning over those guys. I can't imagine what you're feeling like right now."

"I… I don't wanna talk about it." Samantha said quietly. 'Who was I kidding!? Why would any of them ever hold romantic feelings for me? I'm a primitive human. Of course, they'd want women who were their own species. I'm so stupid!' Yet, she could stop the longing sensation deep within her heart. Being around Optimus and the other Autobots made her unimaginably happy. Yet seeing Elita-One arrive and immediately press her hands against him made her feel… insignificant. And Chromia was practically falling over Ironhide.

"Hey," Mikaela elbowed her and had an intense expression, "If those guys can't stand up for you when you're being blatantly insulted, then they don't deserve you." She was especially furious with the twins, especially after giving them etiquette on dating.

"Oh~and you're suddenly the love expert?" Samantha said while laughing as Mikaela attempted to cheer her up.

"No, I'm not a love expert. I'm just being realistic. If you love someone, you don't let another person talk poorly about the person you love. Don't give them excuses because they're Cybertronians. They're just a bunch of jerks."

"If we're going to be primitive humans, then let us enjoy some primitive magic." Samantha pulled her wand out and waved it jokingly. "Sorry… humans only."

"That's the spirit. C'mon, we're gonna have a girl's night out." Mikaela grabbed her hand and dragged her along.

"Where are we going?" Samantha didn't know how to have a girl's night out.

"My place. We're gonna watch a horrible movie and bitch about our problems. But mainly your romantic dilemma."

"Does this really constitute as a girl's night out?"

"It does to me. Do you really wanna go out?"

"I'm just saying that sound more like a girl's night in." As they left the park, Samantha felt uncomfortable about what she saw before leaving the Autobots. 'I'm just seeing things.' At first, she'd thought she saw a lone dementor, but… dementors were not that large. Whatever she thought she saw stood at least nine to ten feet tall and was slouching.


(Back with the Autobots)

The Autobots transformed as they arrived back at the ship, the sun had just set, and it was getting late. Bumblebee smiled as he transformed, "Moonracer, I can't wait for you to meet my charge. You are just going to love her. She is easily the strongest human you'll ever meet." Moonracer was talking so much he couldn't find a good moment to introduce his charge.

Prowl was beside Moonracer and Chromia, "Moonracer, Chromia, I must stress to you the importance of understanding the rules of the road while on this planet." He'd only accompanied them so he could teach them human customs… he was hoping Samantha would be proud of him for considering their laws.

Chromia rolled her optics, "I see you have not changed a bit, Prowl. Shouldn't your processor have glitched by now?" She'd been hoping for the last hour that Prowl would glitch so he would stop talking.

Prowl froze and contemplated his words, "Ratchet, repaired my glitch. It is no longer a burden on my spark." Prowl kept reminding himself that he was keeping Samantha's secret by lying. He detested lying but knew he couldn't expose that Samantha had repaired his processor.

"I thought your glitch was irreversible?"

"You sound almost disappointed." Prowl stated as he caught the infliction in her voice.

Chromia sighed in irritation, "Your glitch was the only thing that would shut your mouth plate. By the Allspark, can you spare us your endless speeches on the Autobot code and rules? And I am not going to bother learning about these human's idiotic rules. You act like we'll be staying here." The blue femme walked away toward Ironhide, who seemed perplexed about something.

Meanwhile, Prowl just stood there with a frown. This wasn't new to him. Being around Samantha had spoiled him… she was always interested in what he had to say and never grew bored. Countless mechs and femme have voiced their disdain for Prowl's technical attitude.

Ratchet sighed in irritation as he walked over, "It is about time you returned. Where are the femme?" While the others were busy, he was inside the shuttle, checking their systems and flight logs.

"Chromia and Moonracer are~"

Ratchet waved his servos, "Not those femme! Where are Samantha and Mikaela? I desire to continue… discussing… an important topic." The medic's face plate was burning because he wanted to know what different types of music their species had available. Ratchet was embarrassed to find himself enjoying these classical songs. He never imagined himself appreciating human music.

Prowl looked around, "I assumed the femmes were with you."

"What!? Obviously, they are not with me! Bumblebee, where are the humans?" Ratchet marched over to the yellow mech. The scout cowered in fear as he pulled out his wrench.

"I thought they were with Sideswipe." He was making his way over to the red mech just before Ratchet stopped him.

"Huh? Whoa~don't look at me! I don't have the femme. I thought she was with one of you." Sideswipe said in self-defense. "Bee, didn't you take her with us?"

"Don't blame me!" He sneered.

"You are her guardian, aren't you?" Sideswipe lashed back.

"Well, by the looks of it, so is everyone else when she is around." Bumblebee sneered in jealousy. Every moment he wanted alone with his charge, another Autobot would come and take her away. Within seconds, the four Autobots got into a heated argument over the location of the humans.

Jazz was off to the side and frowning as he tried to get away from Moonracer, "Listen, I appreciate the attention, but I'd really like to talk with Sammy if ya don't mind."

"Sammy? Who is that?" Moonracer asked in confusion.

"The cool little femme we brought to meet ya, don't you remember?" Jazz asked, slightly irritated.

"I don't see any humans here." She replied while glancing around. "Wait, are they those two annoying fleshlings we met when we arrived?"

Jazz's back was turned to Moonracer, and the mech had an angry smile on his face plate. The corner of his mouth was twitching… lost somewhere between a smile and a sneer. "Hey, listen~I've been really chill with y'all on what you've been saying because you just arrived. But I'd appreciate it if ya didn't talk about Samantha and Mikaela like that. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find them." He marched off in a vain attempt to locate his femme.

Ironhide growled as Chromia trailed behind him, "What!?" He demanded as they walked away from the other Autobots.

"Ironhide, can't we just talk about what happened? It was a mistake. You know my spark belongs to you." Chromia said while resting a servo over her spark chamber. "Besides, I love how you changed your paint job." His armor used to be red.

"Frag off! I don't want your spark anymore… I've already got optics on another femme."

"Excuse me!?" Chromia's optic twitched as she became enraged, "Where is this femme? I'll offline her for attempting to steal my mech!"

"You ain't gonna lay a servo on her," Ironhide marched forward and pushed his digit against her shoulder, "You had your chance, and now I found a femme who's better than you in every fragging way."

Chromia narrowed her optics and smirked, "I see what this is. You're just playing hard to get. Ironhide, we both know I'm the only femme who will ever put up with your obsession with weapons. Where is this other Cybertronian? Hmm? Why is she not here worshiping your spark right now?"

Ironhide gave her a cruel smirk as steam shot from his nose, "Who said she's Cybertronian?" He turned and walked towards the ship, hoping to find Samantha. He wanted to see her reaction to his newly improved ion blaster. She was as big of a gun nut as him, and he loved it!

Chromia was left standing there in confusion, "She's not Cybertronian?" She couldn't understand the simple yet literal meaning of what Ironhide said. A branch snapped and caught her attention, "Look, he came crawling~oh… it's you." Chromia narrowed her optics, "What do you want, Sunstreaker?"

Sunstreaker was trembling, and his spark was burning with rage, "It was a mistake? Is that what my spark was to you?" He asked threateningly. He heard her conversation with Ironhide.

"Sunstreaker, there was nothing between our sparks. You were a decent mech to frag, I'll admit… but… I'll never understand those primitive drawings you create." He was a cybertronian. What reason did he have to draw?

"I gave you my spark!" He all but shouted in rage.

"Half of one at least." She said dismissively.

Sunstreaker never realized until this moment that he could despise a femme more than the one in front of him.

Meanwhile, Ironhide walked past the trees next to the ship and glanced up at the underside of the ship, "What in the name of Primus?" Approaching the vessel, he studied the bottom and was confused to see so much frost building up. The massive Autobot shivered as his energon ran cold. A crackling sound caused him to freeze and keep his optics staring straight. An abnormal sound stood out amongst the wrestling trees. "Alright, Sideswipe, cut it out. I'm not in the mood for your~" Ironhide turned around and saw nothing but a few trees. "Pranks."

The air was frigid, and Ironhide could swear he could hear… something. There was another cracking sound followed by hushed whispers. Walking towards the trees, he looked around and failed to locate the origin of the sound. 'Where is that noise coming from?' For once, the Autobot felt uneasy as he looked into the darkness and saw nothing but trees. He huffed and rolled his optics, "My processor must be fragmented… ah!" Ironhide turned back around, and his optics came face to face with a cloaked being that towered over him. The being hissed at him. He stumbled back and fell on his aft before transforming his arm into a cannon. Yet, as soon as he lifted his servo up, the cloaked creature disappeared. There was just an empty space.

"Ironhide, are you alright?" Optimus heard Ironhide shout… yet the prime was certain he'd never heard this type of shout from his weapons specialist. Elita-One had followed Optimus and had her blaster out.

"What is it? Ironhide… was that you?" Elita asked in shock. She'd never heard Ironhide shout in fear before.

"What in the name of Primus was that!?" He stood up and looked around quickly while waving his cannon. Optimus had to come over and stop Ironhide before he blindly fired his gun.

"Easy, old friend, what did you see? Was it a Decepticon?"

"Frag, no, it ain't no con!" Ironhide shouted as he looked around in a panic. He couldn't even begin to explain what he saw to Optimus. "Both of you just frag off together!" He pushed Optimus's hand away from him and marched off, much to their surprise. Normally, Optimus would not stand for this disrespect, but he had never seen Ironhide act this way.

Elita-One gave an irritated sigh, "It looks like Ironhide is already getting one foot in the scrap heap."

Optimus looked around cautiously but could see nothing... Ironhide was obviously spooked by something, and it took a lot to make him shout in fear.

Meanwhile, Ironhide looked around and felt on edge, 'What in the name of Primus was that?' There was another snapping sound from the forest as he stood next to other Autobots. He was blindly staring into the trees with a frown.


(Later that Night)

Mikaela walked to her front door and saw two familiar people standing on the opposite side, "Oh~hey, what are you guys doing here?"

Maggie smiled awkwardly, "Uhm~Samantha invited us over and said you guys were watching a horrible movie." She lifted the gift in her hand, "I brought wine."

Mikaela rolled her eyes and smiled, 'Leave it to Samantha to wanna make sure everyone feels included.' She stopped to the side, "C'mon in. And I'm sorry, my place looks like a dump."

Walking into the living room, Samantha jumped up and smiled, "You guys came. That's great! C'mon, we just started a new movie."

Maggie blushed and became slightly overwhelmed by Samantha's positively, "I didn't have any plans tonight anyways."

"Ya, thanks for inviting us." Glen felt a little nervous since he was the only guy here.

"Glen, it's so great to see you again." Samantha hugged him and stepped back, "How is your grandma? Are you being nice to her?"

"You know Glen's grandma?" Maggie asked in confusion.

"Of course, I visited Glen last week, so I could play dungeons and dragons with him and his brother. It was so much fun."

Mikaela, who had already snatched the wine away, choked on her glass, "I'm sorry, what was that?" Glen's face was on fire as he remembered Samantha mysteriously stopping by his house to visit him last week. He never imagined someone like her would be interested in board games or role-playing games.

"Ya, no, my gandmama is cool." He said nervously.

"I didn't know you guys hung out," Maggie said in surprise. She didn't expect an actual witch and someone of her status would want to speak with them.

"It was just that one visit. But it was a lot of fun. I think Glen's brother thought he was crazy when I showed up and said I was looking for him."

"Hold on a moment," Mikaela stopped everyone from talking, "Samantha… you play dungeons and dragons?"

"Mhm! Why? It's a fun game. Hey, maybe next time we get together, Glen could bring it over, and I could bewitch the board game. I could add a bit of literal magic to the fun. How does that sound?" Samantha was trying her hardest to mask how miserable her heart felt. Meanwhile, Glen was geeking out about real magic being used for his board game. Samantha lifted her hand, and a wine glass flew out of the cupboard. As for the large bottle of wine, it floated off the table and graciously poured a small amount into the glass. Samantha took the wine and swirled it a bit. After a few seconds of analyzing the color, she brought it to her nose, "I smell a hit of cork, and the aroma isn't overwhelming. As for taste…" She sipped the wine slowly, "Hmm… this batch could have probably fermented for another month."

Mikaela awkwardly looked into her wine glass, "Why am I not surprised you know how to taste wine? Let me guess, you learned it from your family?"

Samantha giggled a little before snapping her finger and pouring a glass for Maggie and Glen, "Actually, my mother taught me. She's actually very skilled at tasting quality wine. Though she does have a habit of drinking a bit too much. I will say that nobody can use wine for cooking better than my mother."

Glen smiled like a child as the wine glass floated in front of him, "That so… cool."

Maggie sipped the wine, "Wow… that's really strong. Uhm… this is still so strange." She said while looking at the floating bottle.

Mikaela took a seat on her couch, "Samantha, I don't want to make you feel bad but… ugh… I wish I was a witch. It looks like so much fun."

"I know." Samantha smiled nervously, "If I could teach you all magic, I would be more than happy to. But… I can't change what I am." Not wanting to sullen the mood, the four sat down to watch the movie and discuss their week. As chaotic as their lives have been recently, they were just enjoying the simplicities of life.


(Two Hours Later)

Samantha waved her wand as she stood over Mikaela's stove and cooked dinner for everyone. Maggie was beside her and couldn't stop smiling in astonishment as she used magic to cook. "That wine will make for a great sauce for the spaghetti. Thanks for bringing it." Samantha said warmly.

"Huh? Oh~sorry, I was just… having my world blown again. I still can't believe you're a witch or that magic exists." Maggie rubbed the bridge of her nose, "I know I sound like a broken record, and I'm not usually like this~"

"It's fine, I understand." Samantha stopped her from explaining. "I'm just glad I can share magic with people like you and Glen. You guys are really fun to hang out with."

"I'm an analyst. I don't know how exciting I can be." She replied with a shrug. "And Glen… he has a big heart. By the way, when we were in England, did you mean what you said?"

"About what?"

"About… not leaving us behind. We hardly knew you, and I'm just not understanding why you'd bring us along."

"It's like I said… I didn't want you guys to feel forgotten or left in the hands of the government." Samantha scoffed, "I don't trust them. We meet an alien race, and suddenly we're thrown to the curb like some used newspaper. Only the 'higher-ups' and 'special forces' can know about the Autobots. But what about us? It's not fair."

Maggie couldn't stop herself from smiling, "Thanks… that really means a lot." Both women jumped when Samantha's phone buzzed from the other side of the counter.

"I'd better get that." Samantha let go of the wooden spoon, yet it kept stirring the sauce in the pan. Samantha grabbed her phone and walked out of the kitchen, 'I forgot I had my phone on vibrate.' She turned on the screen and noticed the missed phone calls from each of the Autobots. Her phone started ringing again as Ironhide's name appeared on the screen.

"Don't answer it."

Samantha jumped and spun around to see Mikaela giving her a serious expression, "But they've been calling me for the past two hours. I really should~"

"So, now they wanna talk with us?" Mikaela lifted her own phone to reveal a large number of missed calls, "No, Sam. They had every opportunity to talk and introduce us when we were there. But instead, they let three bitchy Autobots insult us. Don't answer the phone. Let them suffer."

"But… Ironhide." Samantha showed the screen, "Can I at least answer for him? He's been really sweet to me."

"Just make it quick so they can't do something like trace the phone call. I'm done with them for the night. And don't tell them where we are."

Samantha nodded and stepped outside the house. Ironhide's name appeared again, and this time she swiped to the right and brought her phone to her ear, "Hello? Ironhide?"

"For Primus sake, femme! Where are you!? Have you any fragging idea how worried I was!?" Ironhide shouted. "I have been calling you for the last two groons!"

"I thought Blurr told you. Mikaela and I saw that all of you were busy, so we just decided to leave. You all were talking for the last two hours, and to be honest, I don't think those femme care much about our warm welcome to Earth." Samantha giggled nervously as she heard Ironhide growl from the other end. "Besides, we had… other plans." She tackled on a lie. 'I don't want to sound petty.'

"Frag those femme! I would've rather spent my cycle shooting craters with you than listening to those scrap-heaps! Just… grah! Where are you!?" Ironhide was not a mech that liked to feel worried, but as soon as Samantha disappeared, his spark was overwhelmed with emotion. And that entity from before had him worried for her safety.

"Hey, sweet-fem, where are ya at!?" Jazz's voice popped into the conversation.

"Get off my comm-link!" Ironhide roared. Samantha felt worried as she saw where this was going.

"Samantha, is that you? Where are you and Mikaela? Are you both safe?" Prowl asked as he tapped into the comm-link. The other Autobots quickly tied into the frequency and asked Samantha an overwhelming number of questions. But it was apparent they wanted to know where she went.

"I'm fine. Look, I have to go. I'm extremely busy with something at the moment." Samantha said quickly as she pulled her phone away and hung up. 'Just to be cautious.' She forced the back off and removed the battery.

Meanwhile, back at the ship, Optimus was approaching Ironhide. "Ironhide, where is Samantha and Mikaela? Why did they leave without notice?"

"She said she had other plans. Those fragging femmes took up all their time." Ironhide was extremely irritated. Samantha and Mikaela took time out of their day to greet the arriving Autobots, and these ungrateful femmes didn't even care. They could have easily been welcomed by those annoying humans that liked to probe them.

"Miss Witwicky never mentioned she had plans for this evening," Optimus said as he stared into the distance. He was rather irritated by Elita-One and how she addressed Samantha with such disrespect.

Elita-One approached Optimus and rested her hand over her spark, "Optimus, I was hoping to have another moment alone with you. It is very important." To the side, Ironhide was glaring at her. He did not trust Elita-One. He thought she was a manipulative femme.

"I am afraid it will have to wait, Elita. We must make our way back to our temporary base of operations with the humans." However, in his spark, Optimus was disappointed Samantha left. Not having her close was making his armor shift in agitation.


(Later that Night)

There was a large cracking sound in the Witwicky family's backyard. Samantha apparated and looked around cautiously. She was relieved that none of the Autobots were waiting for her… frankly, she didn't want to see any of them. Walking up to her house, she passed through the enchantment and immediately went to her room. Several runes were engraved into the doorframe, giving off a slight red glow. After the fiasco with Sector Seven, she put even more protective enchantments on the house. Yet, her father still refused to allow her to cast the fidelius charm.

"I just want this day to be over with." She sighed bitterly while sitting on her bed. 'Were… are Ironhide and Chromia together? The way she kept throwing herself over him~does… does he feel anything for her?' Samantha's insides felt knotted up, and her heart burned with jealousy. It was a horrible feeling. She laid down on her bed and turned over, allowing her head to rest on her pillow. 'They're all almost four million years old, and we're not even the same species. I'm so stupid. But… why does my heart burn for them?' She'd never shown interest in another person, let alone multiple men. Samantha felt sick to her stomach, 'Even that femme Moonracer was able to get Sideswipe and Ratchet to laugh. I just need to get over this. I'll just go back to burying myself in my research.' Turning over, she glanced at the window and saw the magical floating pot holding a single tulip.

Samantha smiled softly as she recalled the day Soundwave gave it to her. 'He really did choose a beautiful tulip. I wish I could have a few minutes to play with his sparklings. They were absolutely adorable… why do I feel like I forgot something?' A part of her was left wondering what happened to the Decepticons she'd left at the lake. Yet, at the same time, she felt as though she'd forgotten something important. Before Samantha fell asleep, she darted up in utter shock, "I forgot about Nova Prime!" The witch went pale before jumping out of bed and grabbing her wand.

"How could I forget him!? I said I would be right back!" Samantha was on the verge of throwing up. "Please still be there. I'm so stupid! How could I ever forget him!? I'm a horrible person! I'm so sorry!" Despite just arriving home, she quickly lifted her wand in the air and disapparated.


(Air Force Hangar)

"No, they're civilians! We cannot allow them…." Director Galloway stopped and looked around in confusion as the enchantment on him and the others faded. The Autobots were driving in through the hangar doors. Samantha's scarf, which had kept them invisible, had floated towards the ceiling before the three muggles were unfrozen. The gray scarf twirled in a circle before disappearing.

Epps looked around in confusion, "Now what in the fuck?" He muttered while spinning around. How did the Autobots go from standing in front of them to now entering the building? Optimus stopped a few feet from the humans and transformed.

"How did he get there?" Galloway pointed to Optimus as he glared at Lennox. "Where did the civilians go? They were right there! And who is this?" He pointed to the pink car.

"Elita-One, these are our human allies" Optimus motioned his hand down towards the humans, 'It seems Samantha's magic has worn off. Were they completely unaware of the passing of time?'

Elita transformed and looked down, with a slight look of disgust, "These are our allies, Optimus?"

"Excuse me! Who are you?" Galloway demanded to know who these new Autobots were.

"Director Galloway, this is Elita-One. She is one of the newly arrived Autobots we discussed previously." Optimus explained.

"Newly arrived…" Galloway looked at his watch in confusion, "What time is it?" They were not set to arrive for another two hours!

"It is currently 9:23PM." Prowl said while transforming next to Optimus. The four humans looked at each other in confusion. Galloway looked towards the ceiling and could see it was now nighttime. Only seconds ago, the sun was still shining through the windows.

Sunstreaker, who was off to the side, glared at the tiny man, 'Scrap~this frag head is gonna realize something is off.' Looking down at a small armored vehicle, he lifted his servo and crushed it.

"That is government property!" Galloway shouted in anger as Sunstreaker caught his full attention. Without missing a beat, the yellow mech marched over and caused an unnecessary argument with Galloway. Meanwhile, Lennox and Epps were looking around in confusion. How could it already be 9PM? Something was majorly wrong, but they were forced to stop Galloway as he argued with Sunstreaker.

"Enough, Sunstreaker!" Optimus stopped the yellow mech, much to his irritation. "I must ask that you forgive his behavior."

"You need to put a leash on that thing," Galloway said while pointing at Sunstreaker. The yellow bot huffed and marched off over to his brother.

Sideswipe was smirking at him. "Quick thinking, getting their attention off our femme."

"Shut up," Sunstreaker said bitterly. "I just did it, so we don't have to hear this human demand where she's at… he's so fragging annoying."

Sideswipe leaned closer and was grinning like mad, "You sure you don't wanna brag to Sammy about you covering for her? Primus knows the femme will be grateful."

"S~shut up!" His face plate ignited, "It's her fault anyways. If she can use this magic nonsense, why didn't she think to unfreeze them after we left? Or~frag~I don't know!" He whispered aggressively.

"Give the femme a break," Sideswipe said with a smile, "At least we got them off our backplates while we went out. The least we can do is cover for her. Though by the looks of it, you already did that. I knew you like the femme!"

Sunstreaker was shaking, "Be quiet!" He said through his denture. 'Scrap! Why did that femme have to leave!?' Having been preoccupied with his anger for Chromia, he was furious that he'd allowed her to teleport away without them noticing. The Autobots spent the rest of the night cooperating with the humans over their new alliance. However, Galloway and the other humans were still confused about how five hours had passed in only a second. Director Galloway was confident the Autobots had something to do with it.


(England)

Edmund tapped his fingers on the desk as he stared at the Cybertornian that was trying to transform.

"Release me, you filthy organic! What is the meaning of all this!?" Nova Prime shouted in rage as he was imprisoned behind a luminous circle. He was confused about what was happening.

"Blimey, you have such a foul temper. Are you honestly a Prime?"

"You dare question my title as a Prime!?" He all but shouted at the human. "Where is my t-cog?"

Stepping to the side, Edmund revealed a large cybertronian device on the table behind him, "You will receive a t-cog in due time. Until then, I need you to show more respect to us humans. Unless, of course, you intend to be a bloody prick."

"I am a Prime! To speak with such disrespect, you insolent~"

"Oh~bloody hell, do shut up! You are in my house and will show me respect. Good sir, I could have easily left you in that city without a t-cog. If I had left you there, within ten minutes, a blimey missile would have launched into a building, and the debris would have crushed you. If you desire to return to the void, I will be more than willing to make that a reality."

"What are you talking about, organic?"

"What is the last thing you remember? Think carefully about where you have been for the last ten million years."

Nova Prime was about to shout at the human, but the tiny organic confused him. Slowly, he started to ponder what had happened to him and was left shaking. "I… I… was cast out of the Well of Allsparks." His memory from beyond death quickly returned to him, and he was left riddled with fear as his energon ran cold. "P~primus… would not allow me to become one with his spark. Is this my punishment? To be tormented by a pitiful organic!? After everything I did for Cybertron!?"

"This is not a punishment, you moronic buffoon," Edmund said as he leaned against his walking stick. "Thanks to my beloved granddaughter, you have been given an incredible opportunity. A second chance at life. A chance to make amends for your bloody arrogance."

"The Allspark… where is the Allspark!?" Nova Prime shouted as he thought back to the femme who had it in her arms. He refused to respond to this human.

"Bloody hell, you radiate more arrogance than a jealous flitterbloom plant."

"Answer me!"

Edmund lifted his cane and slid his wand out, "Silencio." Casting the charm, there was a sparkling effect around Nova Prime, and his voice faded away. The Cybertronian was shouting but realized nothing he said could be heard. He performed a quick scan on his vocal processor and was confused since it wasn't damaged. "Now, you will shut up and listen to me when you are in my house, you bloody git. I have foreseen countless futures and realities. You had an infinitesimally small chance of escaping that eternal prison of yours. You would still be there if my granddaughter had not fallen with that little cube in her innocent hands. It was by her magic and utter fortune that you are here." Edmund foresaw Nova Prime returning to the physical world; however, the actual possibility of it happening was infinitesimally small. And by his grace, he decided to have Cogman retrieve the Prime before he met an unfair death at the hands of some falling debris. "You do not even fathom the dangers of me saving you from death and changing fate in such a way."

Nova Prime was shaking from inside his enchanted prison. 'What is this organic talking about?'

"Not to mention the spell I had to cast on my granddaughter to make her forget you. It is only a matter of time before it fades and she's left stricken in fear looking for you." Edmund knew Samantha would eventually fight past his spell and remember Nova Prime. Deep down, her heart still remembered the promise she made to return for the Prime. No magic can alter that.

Cogman entered the room and held a tray, "Tea, sir? Ah~how is our guest? Did he finally stop shouting?"

"He is more stubborn than you," Edmund said in irritation.

"I will have you know that I am not stubborn. I am merely truthful." Cogman said while crossing his arms behind his back. "My lord, if you allow me, I believe I have a solution to force his cooperation."

Sipping his tea, Edmund raised a brow, "For the last time, I will not allow you to break his window. He is still a guest in my house and deserves some respect." While he was not afraid to call out Nova Prime for his lack of respect, he still offered the Prime some form of common courtesy.

"My lord, you know I find mental torture much more entertaining." Turning to the tray he brought in, Cogman opened a small box next to the tea. "I believe Miss Witwicky left this in her chambers. May I?" It was a bandage soaked in her blood. She had to change the bandages on her hand several times during her stay.

Edmund looked at Nova Prime and sighed, "Very well. But try not to torment him too much. He only just returned from the void. I do not desire to drive him into insanity." Keeping Hot Rod in check was already proving problematic.

Nova Prime glared as Cogman approached him, 'What is this incolent~little…' His mind immediately froze when the robot brought the bloody bandage in front of his grill. Nova Prime's intake vent inhaled the scent covering the bandage. Edmund tapped the t-cog behind him with his wand, and it disappeared before reappearing inside the Cybertronian.

"Finite." Edmund lifted the charm placed on his voice.

Nova Prime quickly transformed and darted towards Cogman; unfortunately, his faceplate slammed into the enchantment. "What is this!? I demand you give it to me!" Samantha's blood was overwhelming his processor with her scent. Tilting his helm back, the Prime inhaled her scent as Cogman brought it closer to his nose without passing through the magical barrier.

"Alright, that is enough. Goodness, and here I had hoped a Prime would have more self-control than the rest." Cogman said as he stepped away.

"Give it to me! Where is that scent from!?" Nova Prime shouted while clawing the barrier. The Cybertronian had large metallic wings on his back, and a plate covered his mouth.

Edmund grabbed the bloody rag and held it over a candle, the flame threatening to burn the bandage, "Now, are you prepared to listen to what I have to say?"

The Cybertornian's optics widened as the most spark-numbing scent was about to be burned, "Wait! You… have my attention, organic." Never, in all his cycles, did he imagine he'd be forced to heed the commands of an organic. But the moment that sweet scent hit his nose, all sense of reason faded from his processor. Having been on countless worlds and across deep space, he never knew something so warm and sweet could exist. His servos were jittery, and his mouth was lubricating from the aroma.

"You will address me as Edmund or Sir, bloody git. I will not stand for any disrespect, especially in my own home." Nova Prime was sneering at him in utter anger and disgust.

"What form of technology is this, organ~Edmund?" He begrudgingly corrected himself as he played Edmund's game.

"There, was that so hard?"


(Two Months Later)

"Good boy," Samantha was in her living room petting Mojo as he lay next to her leg. "See… good doggies get belly rubs and pets." Her mother's demon dog snuggled into the space between her leg and the arm of the couch. It was the ultimate zone for comfort. It has been two months since the battle of Mission City and two months of restless searching for Nova Prime. Having scoured the streets, she searched ruthlessly to find any trace of the Prime. 'I left him… I'm a horrible person! And I can't just go telling Optimus, what if he doesn't believe me?' Though she doubted she could get into contact with the Autobot, even if she wanted to. The government refused to allow her anywhere near Diego Garcia, their new base. As for Bumblebee, it was only by Optimus's insistence that the scout remained near Samantha in the event the Decepticons came after her. Nevertheless, Samantha knew Director Galloway despised the idea of having Bumblebee watch over her.

"Sammy, have you seen my car keys? I had them in my purse, and now they're gone?"

"Let me help you, Mom," She reached out towards the coffee table and grabbed her wand, "Accio Keys." The wand gave off a blue glow from the tip and whistled before her mother's car keys flew into the room.

"Thank you, Sweetie." Judy grabbed her keys and put them back into her purse before sitting across from her daughter. "So, what are your plans for today?"

"Nothing much. I figured I'd help wash Bumblebee. He's not the best at keeping the space between his servos clean." Even though she'd given him a gift to keep his paint job eternally clean, the space between his armor was another matter.

"Oh! I see."

Samantha's eyes darted up, "Alright, what is it?"

"What's what?" Judy asked innocently.

"Mom, I've known you my entire life. Any time you say, 'Oh! I see,' That's a signal that something is wrong."

"It's nothing." Samantha narrowed her eyes, "Alright, you caught me. I was just wondering if you've… how do I say this… aren't you worried you're spending a bit too much time with Bumblebee in the garage? A girl your age should be out socializing. Not talking with giant aliens, who, by the way, destroyed my garden."

"Mom, I'm not ready to start dating. Besides, I'm not really interested in anyone."

"Sweetheart, we both know that is a lie." Judy said with a smile, "You are spending all this time with Bumblebee, and what's his name who occasionally comes to visit~"

"If by 'what's his name you mean Jazz, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker… then yes. I do spend a lot of my time with them. When they can visit." NEST had the Autobots working around the clock, and occasionally the twins and Jazz would sneak away, when they could, to try and see her. Samantha was more than surprised that Sunstreaker decided to come and visit her, but she figured it had to be because he'd rather be around a human who respected his boundaries than the ones at NEST. As for the rest of the Autobots… She hasn't heard much from them. Ironhide was on constant supervision of Lennox and his family, Prowl was swamped with human politics, Ratchet was always busy fixing one of the other bots, and Optimus was the Leader of the Autobots. Obviously, he was preoccupied with more pressing matters.

However, there was a resonating ping of jealousy in Samantha because she knew there was probably another reason the Autobots were so busy. Elita-One, Moonracer, and Chromia were eating away at any free time the Autobots had. Besides their first meeting, Samantha had not seen much of the three Autobot femme who clearly despised her for some reason. She'd have to be blind or a literal idiot to not recognize that they looked down on her. As for Blurr and Mirage, she would have loved a bit more time to get to know them. Mirage and her got off on the wrong foot, but she hoped some part of him could warm up to her.

"Why are you bringing this up?" Samantha asked. She was in no mood to be probed about relationships.

"You know I just worry about you, dear." An awkward silence filled the room.

"Right… um… I have to say I'm surprised about how well you took all of this. Learning about the Autobots and whatnot." Her mother wasn't the least bit surprised to be told about Cybertron or the Autobots and Decepticons.

"Good, lord," Judy rolled her eyes, "Trust me, Sweetheart, I'm past the point of being surprised in this family anymore. Once I learned about magic, everything else just isn't as exciting."

"Really? You aren't surprised to hear there is intelligent life beyond Earth? An entire race of robots?" Samantha asked in utter disbelief. Her mother was the most over-dramatic woman in the entire world. She would have bet all her money that her mother would have freaked out.

"Honestly… I really don't care." Judy said with an unfazed expression as she shrugged, "I was more shocked by your father telling me about magic than the robot living in my backyard. Speaking of which. I know I promised your father I wouldn't ask this, but why is he here? I've been very patient these past two months."

Samantha became nervous and blushed, "The Autobots thought it would be in our best interest if they had Bumblebee watch over us. In case their enemies come looking for us."

Judy narrowed her eyes and turned her head towards the kitchen, "Ronald Witwicky! You get in this living room right now!" Samantha shrunk in her seat as she heard her mother raise her voice. From the kitchen, Ron was nervously leaning over.

"Yes, dear?" He knew when he was in major trouble with his wife.

"Get in here right now!" Judy commanded as she stood up and snapped her fingers. Ron quickly followed his wife's orders and sat down next to Samantha. Both of them knew they were in trouble. "For two months, you did not even think to tell me that there was a slight possibility our family, my little girl, could be in danger!?" Ron was panicking as his wife drilled her eyes into his soul. Neither Samantha nor Ron had told her about what happened in Mission City. Judy would have panicked if she learned her daughter had nearly died.

"Now, Judy, I promise you nothing bad will~"

"Excuse me, did I give you my permission to speak? I'm not done. That's it… family intervention right now!" Samantha and Ron groaned as Judy went on a long rant while pulling several books from the shelf about cultivating a healthy nuclear family.


(One Hour Later)

"If either of you ever keeps something like this from me again, you will both be grounded. Have I made myself clear?" Ron and Samantha simply nodded. They knew better than to speak out against her.

"Judy, there is something we need to tell you," Ron said as he stood up and helped his wife sit down. "Now… I need you to promise me you won't panic or start crying."

"What is it? What did you do?"

Samantha was scared, 'He wants to tell her now? She is already angry, so I guess we should get this done.' A month ago, she had a serious talk with her father about her current living arrangement. This was going to be a disaster, and Ron had tried everything to avoid it, but Samantha was stuck in her way about it. "Mom, I'm moving out."

"Excuse me!?" Judy jumped to her feet and her face already turning red as tears swelled in her eyes, "No! No! It's too soon! You can't leave."

"Please don't cry." Samantha stood up and walked over, trying to comfort her sobbing mother. "I know this isn't what you want, but I'm too old to be living with you guys. It's time you enjoy your time with Dad. I'll still come and visit."

"This can't be happening! It's not fair!" Judy lamented as she held Samantha, "No~No~you can't leave. You can't!"

"Judy, I've done everything I could. If Samantha wants to move out, it's entirely her choice. We can't force her to stay."

"Oh! You're just saying that because it's one less mouth, you'll have to feed, cheapskate!" Judy lashed out. Ron sighed as he patted his sobbing wife on the back. He knew she didn't mean any of that.

"Judy, we both knew this day could come." From the moment Samantha was born, Ron knew this day would be the hardest for his wife. "Samantha has her own life to live. She doesn't need us anchoring her down." It took twenty minutes for Ron and Samantha to console Judy from her emotional shock. Samantha knew only one thing that could bring her mother back to reality.

"Mom, you'll still have kids to spoil," Samantha said with a comforting smile. 'It looks like I'll need to pull out the big guns.'

"W~whO-O-o-o!?" Judy's cheeks were stained with tears.

"Well… there is the possibility you'll have grandkids one day. And then you can spoil them all you want."

"Grandkids? Oh lord… I completely forgot about grandkids!" Judy's mood slightly improved, but nothing could snuff the pain she felt from her daughter moving away. "But… I don't want you to leave. You're my little girl!"

"Mom, you know I'll always love you. You've done your job and raised me. It's time for me to start my life."

Judy sniffed and attempted to compose herself. "I… I… I know." She nodded slightly, "I just never wanted this day to happen. Do… Do you promise to visit every holiday? No, wait, we'll visit you!"

"I'll visit you on Thanksgiving and Christmas. And other holidays, if I can. But 'mother-daughter day' is not a legal holiday, so it doesn't count." Samantha said comedically as she recalled their day in the kitchen. Ironically, the photo her mother took of them sparked this search for her with the Autobots.

"When are you leaving?"

"In two weeks."

"Two weeks!? That's too soon! You don't even have a place to live! A month! One month, please!"

Samantha shook her head, "No, Mom, two weeks. I found a place. It's somewhere safe and secluded. But I'm not staying for a month. I know if I do, you'll wear me down and try to get me to stay."

"And, Judy, once Samantha moves out, we aren't going to visit her every day. We'll visit once to see her new place and then leave her alone." Ron said firmly.


(Later that Night)

Bumblebee was sitting comfortably on the ground inside the garage that had been bewitched into a massive room for him to move around. His processor was in shambles the first time he entered the garage. Samantha has specifically cast a spell to make the room bigger so he could move around and not be stuck in his alt form all day.

Tilting his helm back, the scout looked up at the bewitched ceiling that showed the night sky. 'I can't believe she made all of this possible with a little stick. I have the greatest charge in the universe! This is better than when I was stationed on Vector-18. Primus, I love magic!'

"Knock, knock, can I come in?" Samantha politely knocked on the door to the garage and waited for a response.

"Ya… of course." Bumblebee tilted his head in confusion as Samantha walked into the garage, "Why would you need permission? This is your garage."

"Yes, but it's also your temporary room. You get your privacy just like anyone else." Samantha said politely as she approached the mech sitting on the ground. "Bee… listen, I know you said you wanted to watch over me, but are you sure this is what you want? I feel horrible having you sit here all day just waiting for something to happen."

"Are you fraggin' crazy?! I wouldn't trade watching over you for all the energon in the universe! It's not every cycle you get a reason to be around a beautiful femme with a magic stick." Bumblebee said with a smile on his face plate.

Samantha held her cheek as it started to burn, "Oh please~this is nothing." Edmund and her father taught her never to brag about magic, especially to non-magical people. "Is the room to your liking?"

"It is. I never knew you could expand the interior of places like this." The garage could easily hold 30 Autobots, and there would still be enough room to walk around. The only problem was the room was slightly barren minus the weapons, which were mounted on the wall thanks to Samantha's enchantment.

"You know, Bumblebee, if there is anything you want or need, you can just ask. And what I mean is… I can conjure almost anything you might have in your quarters on the Ark." She would have conjured some furniture for him sooner, but she needed to brush up on that type of magic.

"You can? Would you be able to give me a berth?" He asked nervously. Asking for something so simple made him feel pathetic in his processor. However, none of the Autobots had gotten a decent recharge since they'd been on Earth. Recharging in their alt-forms was actually uncomfortable.

"A berth?"

Bumblebee awkwardly rubbed his helm, "I think you humans call it a bed. Cybertronians have something similar, but it looks like this." He pressed the side of his head, creating a small projection with his optics. Samantha was presented with an image of a cybertronian berth, which resembles a bed; however, the 'cushions' reminded her of something you'd see being used for seating in a 60s diner.

"I might be able to conjure something like that. Would you mind if I made a few modifications to it? I can't conjure that bulky electronic frame beneath what I assume is the cushion, but I can try to make it resemble your berth." She spent the next few seconds analyzing the image and taking in every detail of the design.

"You do whatever you need to. At the very least, we can see how this works. Though I'm not prying to Primus for much. Cybertronian berths are sort of rare nowadays." Recharging in their alt-form was the go-to for all cybertronians, but that didn't mean it was a preferred form of sleep. It was just a necessity.

"Alright, I think I can try. Where would you like it?"

Bumblebee looked around the room and was left overwhelmed. He got to choose? "I guess right over there would be alright." Samantha waved her wand through the air as mist fell from the tip. The white smoke traveled across the floor and slowly condensed to form a giant metal base. Waves of mystical light condensed near the foot of the berth before unrolling a thick cushion that looked identical to what she saw. Her wand made a strange echoing sound as she cast the spell.

Bumblebee approached the berth and looked it over in fascination, "Primus, this looks identical to my berth on the Ark. This is terrific!" Her charge was excited about the prospect of recharging in a berth. Pressing his servo down into the padding, he was surprised, "It's a lot less firm than what I'm used to." In fact, the cushions, which Samantha had mistaken them for, were actually solid… Cybertroinans did not have cushions. Bumblebee got onto the enormous berth and allowed his protoform to rest against the incredibly soft cushions. "By the Allspark."

Samantha looked up at her charge and felt nervous, "Is everything alright? It's not too soft, is it?"

"No… its… primus. On Cybertron, only the highly elite got something this comfortable."

"I didn't know cybertronians liked soft things like cushions. I figured that would only be a human thing."

"Frag, no, this is perfect." Bumblebee's wings twitched as he laid back on them. Unlike a regular berth, his wings weren't hurting because he put unnecessary pressure on them. "My door wings don't feel crushed thanks to this cushion… Primus… I could recharge right now if I weren't on duty."

Samantha giggled as Bumblebee stretched his servos, "I guess having a comfortable place to sleep is just another thing our species has in common."

Bumblebee got off the berth and bent down to let her up. "Why don't you come and join me up here. I'd hate to step on you." He placed her onto his chest plate.

"C'mon, Bumblebee, you're not that big… no offense. But you know what I mean. You're not the size of Optimus." Samantha said jokingly, "Besides, I know you'd never step on me." It was strange to be sitting on Bumblebee's chest.

"Hey, I'm big!" He replied with a grin. "You've seen my spike." His spark rumbled when he saw her face ignite. "Something on your mind, sweet spark?"

"R-right… your… spike." Samantha avoided looking back towards his interface plating. "You know… uh… Ratchet said your species had 'spikes,' but I never figured it would look like that of a human. I~I mean… you know what I mean! Don't laugh at me!" Her face was on fire as Bumblebee chuckled at her misfortune.

"What else were you expecting it to look like? I'm sorry you had to see me 'lubricate' the human. But he shouldn't have taken you from us." Bumblebee's voice sent chills down Samantha's spine. For a small Autobot, his voice was surprisingly deep and soothing. It was completely different from hearing him talk with radio stations.

"I don't know… I just… I never thought about it. You're a Cybertronian. I don't understand what you'd use a spike for. You don't have children the way humans do."

Bumblebee sat up ever so slightly and smirked at Samantha, "That is true. We don't have sparklings the same way humans do," Usually, "But a spike does have other functions. Don't humans get excited when they're interfacing?"

Samantha felt like she had a dead light bulb flickering above her head. After thinking about what Bumblebee said, the imaginary light bulb turned on and exploded. "Oh! Ooh! So you're kind, actually… you do… oh lord. My face is red, isn't it?" Bumblebee nodded while he grinned.

"Yep, you've got it! Just because we're cybertronian doesn't mean we don't enjoy interfacing. Our spikes are surprisingly sensitive when stimulated."

Samantha covered her face, "Bumblebee! Can we please not talk about this?"

"What's wrong? Aren't you curious how Cybertronians interface?" Bumblebee asked in a teasing manner. "Hey, don't feel shy. Would you rather have Ratchet teach you?"

Samantha's eyes widened as she thought about Ratchet explaining this to her. "Okay, you've got a fair point. Ratchet does like to go into detail about these sorts of medical questions." She once asked Ratchet what it supposedly feels like when two sparks merge into one. While he did not know the feeling firsthand, he explained it to her in ultra-fine detail, based on responses from medical logs he kept stored in his processor. It was an embarrassing conversation.

'Primus, she's so pretty.' Bumblebee stared blindly at his charge and felt his frame heating up. Her scent was creeping into his nose and making his processor melt. Even though she was a different species, he couldn't deny she was beautiful. Samantha had strong feminine features that some femme would pray to have when they emerged from the Well of Allsparks. She was smart and not afraid to stand her ground, even though they towered over her. Samantha was either extremely brave or hard-headed, as the humans say. He thought she was both, and he loved that in a femme. She didn't demand respect or attention and was just naturally caring… but she was definitely not someone you wanted to piss off. Bumblebee kept this bit of information to himself but knowing such a powerful femme was sitting on his chest plate made his spike throb.

"Bumblebee, are you okay? You seem distant." Samantha noticed he kept sniffing the air and was groaning softly.

"I'm fine. Your scent is just very powerful." Bumblebee covered his nose and mouth as he suppressed the feeling of crying out in lustful agony. His spike was pulsing behind his interface plate and demanding attention. He wanted Samantha to be his size so he could show her how much he desired her spark. Human or not, he wanted to interface with her and could only imagine what her valve would feel like as his spike was buried deep inside her. It was a sensation he would never know, and it tormented his spark. He loved this human with every metallic fiber of his being.

"My scent? You mean my perfume?"

"No!" Bumblebee lashed out before coming to his senses, "N-no… I… mean your natural scent. It smells really great. Though I'd wish you wouldn't mask it with that 'perfume.' It smells horrid." Her perfume was masking her natural scent, and it made him sick.

"Thanks, Bumblebee. You really know how to charm the ladies, don't you?" Samantha said with a grin.

"Gah! Scrap! That isn't what I meant!" Bumblebee hit his head, "I just… you shouldn't mask your scent with that perfume. You… you already smell nice, so I don't understand why you'd cover it up."

Samantha lifted her wrist to her nose and sniffed, "Uh… I don't smell anything. What do I smell like?" She asked with a look of curiosity.

"What?"

"You just said I smelled really nice. My natural scent, I guess. So I just wanted to know what I smell like. I'm guessing my nose isn't as powerful as yours, so that is probably why I can't smell it. All I smell is my perfume."

It was now Bumblebee's turn for his face plate to heat up. "I… I… it smells." He covered his mouth as her scent flooded his mouth and made his wings tremble. "Your scent smells better than the highest grade of energon."

"Are you saying I smell like energon?"

"No! Yes! Uh~Scrap, how do I explain it!?" This was tormenting the scout. Samantha's scent was unlike anything he could describe. It was sweet and brought nothing but comfort to his spark.

"Whoa! Calm down." Samantha was surprised to see Bumblebee get worked up over this. "There is no need to get upset. If it means anything, you smell nice too."

"Huh? You can smell my pheromones?" Bumblebee asked, "I thought you said your nose wasn't as powerful as mine."

Samantha shrugged, "At least I think it's your scent. It's weird. Sometimes when I'm around you and the other Autobots, I smell this potent scent. I've smelled a lot of things on Earth, but it's not something I can describe. It's like its own unique smell."

Bumblebee's spark was trembling, "Can you smell it now?"

"No. It's only when all of you are together."

"I'm not Ratchet, but I think you can probably smell it because all of us are producing pheromones simultaneously. Have you only smelled one scent?"

Samantha's cheeks turned a darker shade of red, "No. It's a bunch of different scents that I've never smelled before. I thought I was going crazy… at least until you said you had pheromones. Why would a cybertronian produce pheromones?" There was so much about Bumblebee's species that fascinated her. Despite being machines, their bodies were mysteries to her.

Bumblebee avoided eye contact with her, "Our sparks create pheromones, as you humans would call it, to attract a potential sparkmate."

"You don't say. That's interesting." Samantha and Bumblebee continued to talk for what seemed like hours, but they loved each other's company. At one point, Samantha started laying across Bumblebee's chest plate to get more comfortable.

"I don't say it enough, but I am thankful you fixed my vocal processor," Bumblebee said with a nervous smile.

"You're welcome. You know, when we first met, I never expected your voice to sound like this." Samantha had her chin resting in the palm of her hand as she laid across Bumblebee's chest.

"Like what?"

"I was already so used to you speaking through the radio that I didn't think your voice was as deep as it is."

"You don't say." Bumblebee gave a small chuckle and purposefully spoke in a lower octave. "How about now?"

Samantha rolled her eyes while smiling, "I should have seen that coming." Shifting on his chest plate, she peeked into his chest and saw the digital clock on his dashboard. "It's already nine o'clock!? Time really does fly. We've been talking for four hours!" Her cheeks were burning up as she became embarrassed. For four hours, she was lying on Bumblebee's chest plate.

"You're not leaving, are you?" Bumblebee got slightly possessive and placed his hand over Samantha's body.

"I think I've taken up enough of your time already. Besides, I should let you recharge."

"C'mon, sweet spark, don't abandon me now. You're the most fascinating femme I've talked with in fragging forever." Bumblebee could hardly get femme on Cybertron to notice him. Scouts weren't particularly sought after as potential sparkmates for femme.

"Oh~please. I bet Elita-One or Chromia are more interesting than me. They have hundreds of years of stories to tell you." Samantha sounded slightly disappointed.

Bumblebee shook his head, "Nah, you're far more interesting than those femme. I definitely lucked out on being your charge." He leaned forward and brought his face closer to hers, "Can I ask you something? What are your thoughts on Blurr?"

Samantha smirked and narrowed her eyes at Bumblebee, "You mean your role model?" Bumblebee told her all about Blurr after their meeting. He was the greatest racer on all of Cybertron, and Bumblebee had one day hoped to be where Blurr was in the Ibex Cup. "Blurr is… I don't know. I haven't known him for long, but he seems nice. Though Ironhide and Sunstreaker keep saying how stuck-up he is. But I'm not seeing it."

"Ya, Blurr isn't the easiest mech to be around. Before becoming an Autobot, he was kind of an aft. Actually, he was a major aft. All he cared about was racing and the fame that came with it." Bumblebee was one of the few mechs who got along with Blurr. Partly because he was still a big fan of his.

"Really? He seems so nice. I'd definitely say he has a charming personality." Blurr quickly came off as a guy who knew what he wanted and was filled with confidence. "You know there is an abandoned race track outside of Tranquility. Maybe if you and Blurr feel like it. I could show you where it is at. I'd imagine it's nothing like what the race tracks are like on Cybertron, but it's better than nothing."

Bumblebee was certain Blurr would want to escape their temporary base with the humans. "Sounds like a solid plan! I can definitely say Blurr will love it. He's been stuck on that cargo ship for so long that he's dying to race again."


(Next Day)

Samantha crossed her arms as she stood outside her house and saw three dirty cars parked in the driveway, "Alright… what happened?" Jazz, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, and Blurr were in their alt-forms and coated in oil and dirt.

"You fragging tell her, this is all your fault!" Sunstreaker shouted to his brother. "Yours too!" He directed to Blurr.

"My fault!? Weren't you the one who stormed out of the hangar?" Sideswipe rebutted, sounding just as angry.

"I'm not the one who assaulted our second-in-command, frag-head!" Blurr was growling at Sunstreaker. The two mechs were shaking as they resisted the urge to transform and fight on Samantha's lawn.

"All of you, knock it off before I lose my cool!" Jazz said aggressively to the twins and Blurr. Stream escaped the front of his hood.

"Whoa! Whoa!" Samantha stepped onto the driveway and signaled for them to lower their voices. "Let's just calm down. What happened? Why are you covered in… I'm almost afraid to ask what this is." Jazz's hood was coated with a black sticky substance, and twigs were poking out of his clogged rims.

"Sorry you had to see me snap, but these two decided to leave the base without Optimus's authorization." Jazz said calmly. They had their own ways of leaving Diego Garcia.

"You should have just minded your fragging business," Sunstreaker growled. His energon was boiling. He was covered in a sticky substance, and you could hardly make out his paint job. Never had Sunstreaker been this dirty.

"That doesn't explain why you guys are covered in… this. And why come here?" Samantha said patiently. She could tell the four Autobots were angry with each other.

"Sunny, here, decided to pick a fight with Jazz after he tried to bring us back. He had Blurr chase us down… The next thing we know, we fall off a steep hill and land in this… ugh! Primus! I can feel it on my circuits." Sideswipe's entire frame was shaking.

Jazz tilted his side-view mirror, "We can't return to Optimus lookin' like this. Could you help us out, sweet-spark?" Samantha rolled her eyes and smirked.

"Alright, I guess I can help. It's not like you can go to a car wash." She glanced at Blurr before leaning close to Jazz and started whispering, "I'd use my magic to clean you if it was just you guys, but I can have him know. I'm sorry."

"Don't you worry. Your secret's safe with me." Jazz whispered back.

"Hey, what are you two whispering about?" Sunstreaker asked aggressively.

"Nothing." Samantha replied before stepping back, "I can only do one of you at a time. Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, since you both started this, you are getting washed last."

"What!? You can't be serious!" Sunstreaker yelled.

"Or I can not clean you at all… what's your choice?" To the Autobot's surprise, Sunstreaker kept his mouth shut and didn't retaliate.

"Fine." Sunstreaker was cautious about having any human try to clean him, but this was an emergency. His armor was covered in so much filth that he was willing to break his rule of never having a human touch him… not to mention that this was the only human he'd allow to clean him.

"Blurr, why don't you pull up here, and I can get started on you." Samantha gave the blue race car a comforting smile.

"Hmm!? Uh… alright. What exactly are you going to do, human?"

"Hey, what about me!?" Jazz asked. He was obviously upset about not being first.

"I already washed you once." Samantha said firmly before pointing to Blurr, "He was dragged into this mess by the sound of it, so he goes first." Blurr would have had a smug expression on his face if he had been transformed. "I'll be right back."

After Samantha left, Blurr felt a bit cautious about this situation, "How exactly is this human going to clean me? Does she even know how to polish a mech's armor?" He wasn't entirely confident in humans… the ones at their new base annoyed him.

"Oh-you'll see." Jazz said excitedly. He was already shaking as he imagined Samantha's hands cleaning his inner workings. A few minutes later, Samantha stepped out of the house with a silver bucket and a sponge. She flicked her pinky finger, and the garden hose unrolled himself from the side of the house and slithered like a snake towards them. However, Blurr was too focused on the human to notice.

"If there is any part of you that you don't want me to touch, just let me know. I'll try to be quick about this." Samantha reached down and grabbed the hose before she started spraying Blurr's hood. She silently cast a spell on the nozzle of the hose, which warmed the water. "Is the water too hot?"

Blurr shook as she stood before him, and her scent was blasted into his nose, "N-no! It's fine!" The racer's throat closed, and his sensors were going haywire. He couldn't help but groan silently as the human's scent made his vision go hazy. Having been exposed to the finest energon on all of Cybertron during his racing days, this scent of hers made it impossible to think straight.

"Alright, now for the hard part." She dipped the sponge into the bucket filled with magical soap and started cleaning Blurr's hood. She gave special attention to the large air vent first. 'I guess this is the top of his head.' She gently scrubbed the inside of his ducts and watched as gunk poured out. "I bet that feels better. Geez, what did you land in? So, Blurr, how are you enjoying Earth so far? I'm sorry if the humans you are working with annoy you. That Galloway guy sounds like a real jerk."

Blurr was shaking as she cleaned the vents on his hood. They were extremely sensitive, and she was firm but gentle as she cleaned him. This was a surreal sensation, "You're planet is something, I guess. Though I'm not looking forward to this alliance that Optimus is now dragging us into. Pff-like humans could help us with the Decepticons."

Samantha smirked as she continued to scrub, "You don't say. I don't know… you'd be surprised what humans are capable of."

"No offense, human, but you're what~five… six feet tall? Your species won't be that big of a help with the Cons." Blurr said firmly. He didn't want to sound rude, but he was simply being realistic. Blurr, however, never heard the three other Autobots growling at his words.

"My name is Samantha, not human." She said calmly, "And while I partly agree with what you're saying, I'd also like to say that you shouldn't underestimate us because we're small."

"You really think a small human like you could take on a Cybertronian?" Blurr shivered as she got down and cleaned his rims. She was reaching places he could never get, and it felt wonderful. 'Primus, this feels so good! Right there!'

It was taking the three other Autobots all their strength to not advocate for Samantha and her power. Even Sunstreaker couldn't deny her strength anymore. She was powerful enough to destroy the Allspark, which was more than enough proof for him. Yet, what annoyed the Autobots the most was how friendly Samantha was while Blurr openly discredited her species. Sunstreaker desired nothing more than to call Blurr out and expose Samantha's power just for the pathetic victory of proving him wrong.

"As little as you think of my species, I wanted to ask if you are free after this."

There was an Earth-shattering halt as Jazz, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker became jealous. Their processors immediately misunderstood her intentions.

"No, he's busy." Jazz immediately said gruffly. "Optimus will want him to report back."

"I'm free. Why are you asking?" Blurr ignored Jazz. He was used to muting out people who spoke for him.

"Who cares… nobody would want to go anywhere with a fragging cold much like you," Sunstreaker said aggressively.

"Hey!" Samantha turned the hose and shot it directly into Sunstreaker's rim, causing the mech to cough as water flooded his systems. "That's a horrible thing to say. And Blurr can speak for himself, thank you." She immediately went back to scrubbing his door and smiled, "I was just wondering if you were free because there is an abandoned race track outside the city. It's probably nothing like what you have on Cybertron, but I thought it would be better than nothing since you've been cooped up in that tiny shuttle." Samantha blushed as she recalled Blurr flexing his servos the day they met. He was a rather bulky mech. Blurr was left silent by this femme. He was more than surprised that she was willing to let him speak for himself… everyone always thought they knew him on Cybertron, which drove him mad with anger.

"You can count me in! I don't care how fragging horrid it is… I owe you one~uh, Samantha?" He tried her name, but it felt strange on his tongue.

"There you go." She was delighted he decided to use her name. "Huh? What's this?" Getting onto her knees, she peered into the area above his wheel and saw a fragment of rusted metal embedded between some wires. As a Cybertronian, there was more to their body hidden behind their false exteriors as cars. Samantha grabbed the metal and yanked it out.

"GAH!" Blurr shouted in painful relief, "Ah! What was that!? Oh~thank the Allspark!"

"It looks like a piece of rusty metal? I~I'm so sorry. I didn't know if you'd feel that."

"No… You have no idea how better that feels." It had been bothering him for nearly 100 kilocycles. Which was approximately 100 human years.

"Still, it sounded pretty painful. Uh! Let's just finish getting you cleaned up." Samantha grabbed the hose and started washing the hood and back window. Blurr was suppressing a pleasant groan as his servos ached. His inner plates were shifting as she washed him and removed all the grime and rust off his protoform. The driveway had black oil and gunk pouring down into the street as she revealed more of Blurr's magnificent alt-form. He hadn't taken a vehicle form to blend in and stood out because of his Cybertronian frame.

"You sure know your way around a mech's body, don't you?" Blurr teased as she washed his window. There was a cracking sound as his spike threatened to break his interface plate off, 'S~scrap!' He was half tempted to transform and rip the plate off and free his massive spike. Samantha made his protoform scream in ecstasy as she washed him. Behind his interface plate, his spike continued to throb and pulse. The underside of his length was crushed against the plate, and the pressure was difficult to contain. If she continued any longer, he'd overload.

"So I've been told." Samantha giggled as she glanced over at Jazz and saw his entire frame trembling. He desperately wanted to feel what Blurr was going through. "Alright, I'm almost done. I just need to polish your glass." She went back into the garage and grabbed a rag and her father's expensive polish. Using the microfiber cloth, she wiped his windshields and headlights. The entire process took another couple of minutes. Stepping back, she admired her work, "There we go. It only took 20 minutes, but now you look a million times better. What do you think? Did I miss anywhere? Uh~Blurr… hello?" She waved her hand but didn't get a response.

Blurr was in paradise as every inch of his body ached. This human touched places on his body he could never hope to reach. It was almost like magic. The stress from so many cycles locked inside that cramped cargo ship was slowly soothed away. Blurr couldn't speak, for if he did, he'd cry out in painful ecstasy. In four million years and countless femme taken into his berth, he never had such an overwhelming desire to overload.

"Alright… umm… I guess it's your turn, Jazz."

Jazz trembled as he rolled forward a bit, "I can't wait. This gunk is really messing with my servos. Take all the time you need."

"Hey, what about us!?" Sideswipe shouted.

"I didn't forget you," Samantha assured the twins, "I'll clean both of you as well." She looked at Jazz and sprayed his hood. Reaching into the bucket, she conjured a new sponge and started cleaning him. Samantha stopped briefly when she got to his door, "Jazz, are you okay? You're shaking like a leaf."

"I'm all good." Jazz attempted to say normally, but his throat was locked up. Samantha went back to scrubbing his door. Just as he was about to regain his composure, Samantha bit her tongue and glared at the stain on his door.

"C'mon, get off." She pressed harder with the sponge and scrubbed extremely fast.

'Oh~Primus!' Jazz shouted silently as his spike hardened. That sweet scent of hers was making his vision hazy, and her furious scrubbing made his door ache.

Behind them, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were staring at Samantha with wide optics and trembling with anticipation. Sunstreaker couldn't deny that what she was doing to Jazz looked extremely pleasant. 'Grr… Can't she hurry up?' Sunstreaker thought as his spark burned with jealousy. 'Scrap, what is this femme doing to me? I can't believe I actually want a human to wash me.'

Samantha stood in front of Jazz and kneeled down as she scrubbed his grill. "You know, Jazz, you really have a nice paint job. I think my father would be jealous if he saw how white your armor was."

Jazz was unable to speak as his entire processor became fragmented. 'How can this little femme walk around and not know how good she smells?' He wanted to hold her in his arms and never let go.

"Witwacky! You fucking, Bitch!" The pleasant mood immediately ended while Samantha turned her head.

"Trent?" Samantha immediately stopped her scrubbing, and the Autobots were frozen in disbelief. What did he call Samantha? She leaned over and saw Trent getting out of his truck. He had a bandage over his nose and parts of his face were still bruised from Shockwave.

Sideswipe was sneering behind his alt-form, 'Who the frag is this?!'

Sunstreaker was shaking with unrelenting anger, 'That's the human that scratched my paint job! I'll kill him!'

Trent walked between Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, both trembling with anger, "You're one slippery fucking bitch, Witwacky, you know that?"

"Excuse me?" Samantha was shocked by Trent's sudden appearance and his foul mouth. Jazz turned his mirror and clenched his denture. Who was this punk, and where did he get off talking to Samantha like this? He wanted nothing more than to rip his tongue out of his mouth.

"You heard me. I knew it was a big mistake to let my girl hang around you." Trent looked around at the cars and saw they were empty, "I'm gonna cave your fucking head in."

"Whoa! Look, I don't know what your problem is with me, Trent, but I haven't done anything to you. If this is about what happened at the theater~"

"Mikaela fucking dumped me, and it's your fucking fault!" He shouted with a frown plastered across his face.

"What the heck are you talking about? I haven't done anything." Samantha dropped the sponge and cautiously moved her hand towards her sleeve.

"You're not getting away this time. And no friends to help you now." Samantha quickly ducked as Trent pulled his arm back and swung at her head. She barely missed his fist as it scraped across her head.

"Are you crazy!?" Samantha shouted in both shock and anger. She'd just pulled out her wand.

"Stay fucking still!" He was about to grab her, but the door to the blue car swung open and knocked him forward. "What the fuck!?"

'Oh-no.' Samantha went pale.

"Who the frag is this puny human!? How dare you assault a femme in her own home!" Blurr shouted. Trent quickly got up and turned back around as he heard four car doors slam shut.

"Ah! What the fuck are you!?" Trent stumbled back when he saw four robots sneering at him. Jazz, Blurr, and the Twins had activated their holoforms; however, they looked exactly like their Cybertronian-selves. The key difference was they were now the size of humans.

Jazz practically launched at Trent and latched his metallic fingers onto the human's throat, "Big mistake, little man! Nobody attacks my femme!" Trent struggled to breathe as Jazz tightened his digits and slowly crushed his airway.

"Who cares who he is. After Sideswipe and I are done, there will be nothing left!" Sunstreaker was snarling at the human and could only feel his energon boiling. Both Sideswipe and him wanted to slaughter this human for attempting to hit Samantha.

"Has this human lost his fragging processor!?" Blurr was in utter disbelief at what he had witnessed. He has lost his anger before, but never would he think about assaulting a femme in the safety of her home. Despite his small stature, Jazz had Trent pinned against the garage wall and was furious.

"Jazz, stop!" Samantha ran over and desperately tried to stop the mech. He was blind with rage. "Jazz, you're going to kill him, stop!"

"What the hell is going on out here!? Samantha, why are you shouting?" Ron shouted as he peeked his head out the door to the garage. He saw Trent forced against the wall and Samantha desperately trying to stop Jazz. Glancing towards the twins and Blurr, Ron's eyes widened when the three mechs sneered at him. Their optics were glowing brightly with rage. Ron rolled his eyes and went back inside, "Just watch out for the paint on the shelf! It's not cheap!"

"What!? Dad!" Samantha was shocked by her father's lack of care. However, Ron knew better than to mess with four furious cybertronians… also, he didn't like Trent.

"Jazz! Please stop!" Samantha shouted desperately as she pulled on his servo. However, Jazz didn't even budge.

"You think it's fun to attack a femme!? Let me teach you what we do to mechs like you on Cybertron." Jazz said bitterly. Trent was panicking as he fought to breathe. He was slowly being choked to death by a robot!

Samantha jumped as she was pulled back by Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, who had her crushed between their chest plates. Sunstreaker's chin was resting on her head as he glared at Trent. Seeing Samantha almost getting hit made a circuit explode in his processor.

"Primus! He didn't hit you, did he?" Sideswipe grabbed her cheeks and started looking her over. "Rrrr! Sunny!? What does a human injury look like!?"

"How should I know!?" Sunstreaker tightened his hold on Samantha and refused to let her go. The twins simply kept her trapped between them while growling at Trent.

"Bumblebee!" Samantha shouted for her guardian as she knew it would be impossible to lift her wand and stop Jazz. The yellow Autobot drove around the corner and came to a screeching halt as he saw Jazz strangling a human. Knowing what he needed to do, the scout activated his holoform and quickly darted towards Jazz and pulled him back.

Trent fell to the ground and gasped for air as Jazz struggled against Bee's grip, "I'll rip his fraggin' spark out!"

"F~fuck this!" Trent got up and quickly darted out of the garage. Before he could get far, a magical bolt hit the back of his head, making him go as stiff as a log. Samantha was holding her wand near her waist as she struggled to lift her arms up. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had her trapped between them as they nuzzled their face's into her neck. Both were growling dangerously as she tried to escape them.

Samantha eventually broke free from the hormonal twins, "Will, you both, stop it!? Have you all lost your minds?" She snapped her fingers, and Trent's leg lifted up, and he was slowly dragged back into the garage. Bumblebee still had Jazz held down.

Blurr, on the other hand, looked confused, "How did you do that?"

Samantha checked Trent's throat to ensure there was no permanent damage and sighed in defeat. "And just when I was hoping you would find out about magic." After a few minutes of calming Jazz down and obliviating Trent, Samantha crossed her arms as she glared at the Autobots.

"Femme, how did you do that?" Blurr asked while pointing at Trent. He was half tempted to run on and stomp on his head.

"Everyone, let's just calm down." Samantha tried to defuse the situation, "Blurr, I promise I'll explain what happened, but I need you all to deactivate your holofroms before someone sees you." The Autobots reluctantly turned off their holoforms. However, all of them were still shaking with rage, except for Bumblebee, who was confused. Samantha closed the garage and waved her wand, sealing it with an enchantment.

Samantha sighed bitterly as she pinched the bridge of her nose. This was going to be a long explanation.


(Motorshop)

Samantha knocked on the metal shutter to the motor shop and peeked her head inside. Several men were busy fixing cars and motorcycles. "Excuse me, is Mikaela here?" She asked one of the workers.

The sweaty man looked back and blindly stared at Samantha's body and chest. "Huh… what?"

Mikaela came rushing from the side and grabbed Samantha, "I'm here. And for fuck sake, Larry, stop staring at her chest." She rolled her eyes and dragged Samantha out of the shop, "Sorry about him. He's a bit of a sleazeball. What are you doing here? I thought you were with Bumblebee."

"I figured we could hang out for a bit since you're getting off soon. Maybe we can get some lunch."

"Aww~you're sweet." Mikaela hated herself for never giving Samantha a chance to be her friend before the entire incident with the Autobots. She was a better friend than the other girls she hung out with. "I just need to finish this paint job. Can you give me a minute?"

"Take your time. Do you mind if I watch?"

"Sure, though I don't see it being too exciting for you. I mean… you can literally just wave your wand, and then you're done. If you know what I mean." She said with a small laugh as she went back to work.

"True, but it still takes a lot of talent to do what you do by hand." Samantha looked around and took a seat on a folded-out chair in the corner as Mikaela sprayed a design on the motorcycle.

"How are things going for you?"

"Grimm. I'm three weeks behind on my work for MACUSA, and worst of all, I told my Mom I'm moving out."

Mikaela stopped spray painting and looked up, "You are? How did she take that?"

"If I'm honest, she's doing a lot better than I imagined. She only cried for the entire night." Samantha said as if it were a surprise.

"I'm guessing it could have been a lot worse."

"If you think that is bad, you should have seen her reaction the week before I left to go to Hogwarts when I was 11. It was non-stop crying." Samantha said sadly, "Don't get me wrong, I love my mother, but sometimes she can be too clingy. I'm worried she's more concerned about my life than her own."

"I don't blame her," Mikaela shrugged, "It sounds like your mom just really loves you. You know, I remember when you and I were in kindergarten, and she came in and brought the entire class cookies."

"I can't believe you remember that." She shook her head while smiling.

"What? Those were really good cookies."

As Mikaela added more details to the bike, Samantha twirled her fingers and grew nervous, "So I heard you broke up with Trent."

"Yep, I sure did. With everything that has happened recently, I realized I have more important things than to be fooling around with a guy like that. Wait a minute, how do you know? I just broke up with him this morning."

"I know because he drove down to my house and started shouting at me." Samantha was unsettled by Mikaela's glare.

"Trent did what? Why the hell is he yelling at you?"

"He somehow thinks I'm responsible for making you break up with him."

"Ugh!" She rolled her eyes, "He's such a fucking baby. He didn't give you a hard time over it, did he?"

"Do you really want to know the truth? Because you're not going to be happy." Samantha grimaced as she already knew Mikaela was going to freak out.

"What did he do?"

"He almost hit me in the head~"

"What!?" Mikaela shouted. "He did what? I am gonna cut off his fucking dick!" She said aggressively while grabbing a tool with sharp edges.

"I don't think that's necessary, Mikaela." Samantha was trying to calm her down.

"No, it's not okay! Who the hell does he think he is? I'm all for a guy hitting a girl if she deserves it, but you haven't done anything to him! Did he hit you? You tell me right now if he hit you. I will torch his face off!"

"No, I ducked before he could. But you don't need to do anything. Jazz sort of beat you to it."

"Jazz? What do you mean?"

"Jazz, Blurr, and the twins were at my house. They had gotten into a petty argument about being at their new base, and Sunstreaker stormed off." Samantha explained.

"And?"

"And, they ended up tumbling down a hill into a landfill. They came to my house and asked if I could wash them. They were there for the whole thing."

"What did Jazz do?"

"It wasn't just him. They all activated their holoforms and tried to kill Trent."

Mikaela raised a brow, "Holoforms? What are those?"

"Uhh~it's basically a holographic version of themselves, only our size. Though I guess with these holoforms, they can touch and interact with stuff without phasing through things. The only thing is they can't feel anything."

"Wait… they didn't expose themselves to Trent, did they? Did they look like humans or themselves? You know, their robotic-selves."

"Themselves." Samantha explained in a single word, "As you can imagine, Trent was freaking out. Not including the part where Jazz almost killed him."

"Whoa! Whoa! Jazz!? You're joking, right?" In the time that they knew Jazz, they'd never seen or heard of him acting violent. At least, not like this. "What happened next?"

"I called for Bumblebee, and he was able to get Jazz under control. And, as you can imagine, Trent tried to run away screaming."

"You stopped him, right? Please tell me you did. I don't want that idiot to be involved with this."

"I cast a spell on him before he could escape and obliviated him. He won't remember anything." Samantha said and eased Mikaela's fears.

"Oh, thank God. For a second, I though~whoa! Wait, wait, wait!" Her mind came to a screeching halt, "You said Blurr was there? Did he… you know."

Samantha nodded with a winced expression, "I had to expose myself to him, yes. He actually took the whole explanation on magic quite well."

"What was his reaction?"

"The same as everyone who learns about magic. Surprise, denial, then acceptance. Let's just say I became more interesting once he found out." She said sadly.

"Samantha… c'mon, don't think like that. You can't deny that being a witch is bound to turn a few heads."

"I know. It's just annoying having to explain magic all over again. That and begging him to keep silent." Thankfully, Blurr was more than willing to keep quiet. He did owe her for taking time out of her day to clean his entire alt-form. If he were still racing on Cybertron, he would have undoubtedly made her a member of his pit crew. She knew just how to clean a mech and make it feel good.

Mikaela covered his face and sighed, "Optimus is going to lose it. What happened after all of that?"

"I finished washing them and pretended like nothing happened. It was really uncomfortable." Samantha could tell Jazz was ashamed to show his face to her. 'Jazz knows I don't hate him, right?'

"Ya, that sounds pretty uncomfortable. Hold on… did you… did Sunstreaker allow you to wash him?" Samantha smiled a bit and nodded.

"Please don't tease him about having a human wash him."

Mikaela whistled, "Wow… you actually got to touch him? I think that is more surprising than what happened with Trent." She sighed and covered her face, "I am so sorry. If I knew you would have gotten involved like this, I wouldn't have~"

"It's fine, Mikaela," Samantha interrupted and patted her shoulder. "I'm just glad you cut that jerk out of your life. You could do so much better than him. Yes, I know about your whole agreement with him, but still."

"I'm still gonna kick his ass. So don't try and stop me."

"Trent already got his one freebie from me. And that is all he is getting."

"What about the freebie you gave him when we were at the theaters?" Mikaela teased.

"Excuse me for valuing someone's life. Yes, I know he is an asshole, but that doesn't mean he's incapable of change."

Mikaela put her hand on her hip, "You really think a guy like Trent can change?"

"I don't know. He may never change. I really don't know." Samantha crossed her arms as she already knew what Mikaela was thinking, "Hey, don't mistake my kindness for a weakness. Just because I have sympathy doesn't mean I'll let someone push me over."

After getting her tools put away, Mikaela and Samantha left the Auto Shop to get some lunch. Having stopped at a small but popular Cafe near the college, Samantha felt extremely out of place.

'How does Mikaela do it?' Samantha scanned the cafe and noticed how oddly she stood out with her semi-formal robes. Nevertheless, she definitely drew the attention of a few hormonal college guys.

Mikaela blew into her cup of coffee, "So what do you think of this place?"

"It's fine." Samantha was stirring her spoon as she looked out the window. She blindly continued to stir her coffee while gently twirling her finger in mid-air.

"Sam," Mikaela whispered her name aggressively and motioned her eyes to the spoon, magically twirling back and forth.

"Oh!" Samantha quickly grabbed the spoon before anyone noticed, "Thanks. Sorry, I'm just feeling out of place."

"You don't say." Mikaela grinned. The door to the Cafe opened, and Mikaela was left groaning as two girls walked in. "Not those two."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's just Courtney and Britney." They were two of the girls who accompanied them to the drive-in theater with Trent.

Samantha looked over and sighed, "Why are you friends with them? They're so annoying."

"Trust me, we're not friends." Mikaela said firmly, "I had one group project with them in my philosophy class."

"Mikaela!" Courtney shouted her name and came barging her way over. "Where have you been? We haven't seen you in class in like forever. I heard you broke up with Trent."

Mikaela sighed before sipping her coffee, "I've been busy, Courtney. And, yes, I dumped Trent."

"Oh… then… you wouldn't mind if I hook up with him, right? I mean, if you don't want him." Samantha was staring at the muggle girl with a confused expression.

"Knock yourself out, Courtney," Mikaela said, completely uninterested.

Courtney rudely took a seat from another table and decided to sit next to Mikaela, "Britney! Over here!" Samantha shrunk in her seat as she became embarrassed by Courtney's shouting.

Britney came over to the table and glared at Samantha, "Ehem~you're in my seat."

Samantha raised a brow, "I was here first."

"Well, now, I'm here… you're in my seat." Britney gave a fake smile and pretended to act cute.

Samantha was, however, unfazed by this girl, "Ya… I'm not moving. If you don't mind, I was trying to enjoy my lunch with Mikaela." The two annoying girls immediately looked at Mikaela.

"Mikaela, is this true? You're hanging out with Witwacky?"

"It's Witwicky," Samantha said through her clenched teeth. Why did everyone miss pronounce her last name?

Courtney had a baffled expression, "Mikaela, are you crazy? This total social suicide."

Samantha shook her head in disbelief, "I'm sitting right here, you know."

"Courtney, shut up." Mikaela rolled her eyes, "And, Britney, get your own damn chair… dumbass." She was covering her face and felt mortified to have these two girls clinging to her.

Courtney and Brittany rudely conquered their table, and soon enough, their presence ruined Samantha and Mikaela's lunch.

Samantha quietly sipped her cup of coffee and looked at Mikela with a cheeky grin before speaking. "Enjoying your coffee, Mikaela?"

Mikaela slowly lifted her head and suppressed a sour smile. She wanted to slap that grin off her face. "The coffee is fine, thank you for asking."

Samantha glanced at Courtney and watched her pull out a stone, "What are you doing?"

"This is my healing stone. It offers me good luck and protection, duh." Courtney said as she waved her hand over the stone. Mikaela slammed her face into her hands. Her friend had a particular fascination with magic.

"Pfff~you're joking, right?" Samantha suppressed a laugh as this muggle girl thought the stone in her hand was magical.

"It's real, alright!? Ugh! I wouldn't expect you to understand magic."

"I'm sorry?" Samantha was in the middle of drinking her coffee when Courtney said this and ended up choking. Mikaela glanced out the window and contemplated walking in front of a semi.

"Magic, duh! I'm a witch."

Samantha's face scrunched up as she suppressed a laugh, "Is that so?"

"It's totally true!" Britney chimed in.

"I'm sure it is. Mikaela, you never said your friend was a witch." Samantha teased with a grin.

"Ooh… how did my life come to this?" Mikaela lamented as she looked towards the ceiling.

"You just shut up, Witwicky." Courtney glared at her, "Or maybe I'll put a jinx on you to teach you a lesson."

Samantha knew Courtney wasn't a witch as she could not sense any magic coming from this delusional muggle. "If you're a witch, then I'm certain you'd be able to do something as simple as levitation." She slid her cup of coffee over and grinned.

Courtney scoffed, "It doesn't work like that! I have to rest before I can perform my miracles."

"Courtney, please, shut up!" Mikaela looked utterly embarrassed.

"Now hold on, Mikaela. Let Courtney defend herself." Samantha had the largest grin in the world. Inside her mind, she was on the floor dying of laughter.

"Oh~I'll show you." Courtney held her stone in the palm of her hand and started muttering nonsensical words, "Hocus Croocus, Alforexum, Suprememus expellem."

Samantha bit her lip as tears swelled in the corners of her eyes. 'None of those are magical words. This is so sad.' She was trying her hardest not to laugh.

"Enjoy your weekend, Witwicky. C'mon, Britney, let's go." Courtney finished casting her non-existent spell and stood up.

"Whoa, hold on. Aren't you going to tell me what spell you cast?" Samantha asked innocently.

Courtney stuck her nose up and turned away, "You'll see. And maybe one day you'll come running back to me. I might lift the hex."

"I thought it was a jinx." Samantha corrected her.

"I changed my mind!" Courtney quickly left with Britney. As soon as they left the cafe, Samantha landed her face on the table and started laughing.

"Hahaha~I… I… I can't breathe." She looked up and stared at Mikela, whose entire face was red.

"I hate you… so much." Mikaela soon started laughing with her. After she regained her composure, she wiped her tears away, "Did anything she said make sense?"

Samantha shook her head, "Everything she said was complete nonsense. She mistook a jinx for hex. There is a big difference between the two. Not that she knows the difference. Well… it looks like I have some competition. My~my, Mikaela, you're friends with two witches. Can you imagine that?"

"Shut up, Samantha." Mikaela grabbed her half-finished cup of coffee and stood up.

"What? You know that was funny. C'mon, she thought that rock of hers was magical." Samantha whispered. "Why are you so embarrassed?"

"She thinks she is a witch and is gloating about it aloud. You tell me you wouldn't be embarrassed to be around her. Two months ago, she tried to read my fate with a crystal ball." This was before Mikaela knew magic truly existed.

"Trust me, she's not a witch," Samantha confirmed without hesitation.

"You don't say. C'mon, let's go before they decide to come back and cast a spell with Courtney's plastic wand."

"Please tell me you're joking."

"She keeps it in her purse, and it lights up when you wave it." Samantha was laughing as Mikaela dragged her out of the cafe. She would have given anything to see Courtney's 'wand.'


(Outside Tranquility)

"Where is he? Did he get my message?" Samantha looked up at the moon and saw how brightly it shined. She was at the junkyard that had become somewhat sentimental to her. Walking around the junkyard, Samantha passed the large storm drain and froze. Slowly turning her head, she could barely catch the white paint job shrouded in darkness. "Jazz?" She walked over towards the Autobot, who was abnormally quiet, "There you are. I was worried you didn't get my message. What are you doing in here? If it wasn't for the moon, I probably never would have seen you… Jazz?"

Jazz didn't say anything but instead decided to back up slightly. His entire alt-form was shaking.

"You really had me worried today. I never knew you could get so angry." His shaking was getting worse, "How are you feeling?" When he didn't say anything, she carefully approached his hood and traced the tips of her fingers across it. Her magic was dancing at her fingertips and sending pleasant waves across his entire body. "Jazz, you know I don't think any less of you because of what happened, right?"

Jazz's spark burned as he found the words to speak, "You don't? Nah… you're just being nice." He knew she thought less of him. How could she not?

"Hey!" She playfully kicked his grill, "I mean it. You were angry. We've all done things we're not proud of when we're mad. I'm no exception."

"No offense, little femme, but if I hadn't acted like a sparkling, then you wouldn't have had to expose yourself to Blurr. I just don't understand what that puny man's problem is… where does he get off just attacking you for no reason!?" His engine revved as he grumbled

"I'll admit that was extreme, even for Trent, but you just need to get over what happened. I'm not mad at you."

"Really? You ain't mad?" Jazz had met a lot of mechs and femme in his life. Usually, he didn't care what they thought of him, but Samantha was the exception. Her love for music and playful attitude made his spark go wild.

"Jazz, this is me we're talking about. If I'm not afraid to tell Sunstreaker to shut up, do you think I'd lie to you? Believe me, if I was mad at you… you'd know." Samantha wasn't afraid to tell anyone, not even Optimus, if she were mad at them. "Now, if you're interested, I know of a wizarding pub a few miles from here that plays wonderful music. I'd love it if you could accompany me, though we might need to find you a human holoform to blend in. Personally, I think you look better as a Cybertronian than a human because, well… you aren't human… uh… You know what I mean! Stop snickering!" Samantha covered her face as she listened to the Autobot laugh.

"Aw~now you're definitely after my spark!" Jazz could stop himself from shaking. Activating his holoform, the Cybertronian stepped out and started flexing his servos, "But I don't blame ya for liking my protoform. I am one dashin' mech."

"Careful, Jazz, don't go turning into Sunstreaker. His ego is already bigger than our sun." Both of them started laughing. Meanwhile, Samantha's insides were starting to knot up, "So… shall we find you a human form?"

Jazz crossed his servos and grinned, "Hmmm… now that ya mention it. I ain't certain anymore about changing myself to look human. As you said, I ain't one of ya… and I wouldn't want to walk around while not bein' my true self, now would I? Especially with a pretty witch."

Samantha nervously approached Jazz's holoform, "I'm sorry to say that I won't be able to take you anywhere with your holoform looking like your actual self. Not that I find anything wrong with it, but we don't wanna cause a panic." She looked over his protoform and blushed. He had a very bulky frame for his height, and the way he smiled was causing her heart to flutter.

Jazz cupped his chin between his thumb and index finger, "Nah~if I've got a better idea."

"Which is?" Samantha gasped when the Autobot launched forward and carried her bridal style, "Uh~Jazz?"

Jazz gleefully marched off out of the storm drain with the beautiful witch trapped in his arms. Within human strength, he jumped up high onto the hill that covered the storm drain and sat down, "This seems like a good spot. Now, why don't you show me more of that amazing human music your kind created." The white and silver mech comically pulled out a pair of headphones from his back. Samantha was about to slide out of Jazz's arms and sit next to him, but he tightened his hold on her. "Whoa! Hold up, lil' lady, I wouldn't want ya sliding over the edge. You're safe right where ya are."

Samantha was trembling as she sat on his lap. She was extremely comfortable and felt safe being trapped in his arms despite being made of metal. "You act like I don't know how to sit on the edge of something. And why exactly is this the perfect spot?"

"Well, I know how much ya love that moon of yours," He motioned his optics to the full moon. "Now put these on and go and start fillin' in your requests to yours truly." He slid his own special headphone, which he made specifically for her, over her ears and grinned. Samantha giggled and quickly started listing off several songs she thought Jazz would appreciate.


(Nurmengard Castle)

"An entire castle for one bloody prisoner. This is a complete waste of time." A guard said as a tray of food levitated beside him. "Oi, Grindelwald! Dinner!" The food tray phased through the door and landed in front of the wizard held down in chains.

Geralt Grindelwald opened his eyes and held a blank expression on his face. He slowly reached for the apple on the plate. Yet, before he could take a bite, he felt the apple vibrate in his hand. Turning it over, he stared at the apple's skin as an old emblem became scorched in the side.

Outside the castle, a black trail of smoke quickly descended from the clouds and fired powerful bolts into the windows. A single red bolt shot in on the ground floor and engulfed the entire foundation in flames. The guards below were screaming in agony as they were consumed in fire. The black smoke fired another fiery spell at a window, shattering it before quickly entering the utmost tower.

"Who are you!? Confringo!" The guard outside the room fired a bolt at the man who broke through the window. By simply flourishing his wand, a shield redirected the spell at the guard and sent him flying down the hall.

"A waste of perfectly good men." The man waved his wand over the lock and quickly shattered the powerful spell that kept the room sealed. Archibald Witwicky slowly walked into the room and looked down at the man in chains. "So… this is what has befallen my own apprentice."

Grindelwald looked up at the man and glared, "Come to mock me after all these years?" He was not surprised to see his old mentor. It was only a matter of time before they met again.

"After everything I taught you, we both know you have no reason to remain in prison like this. Why have you chosen to remain here and waste away?"

"I do not answer to you anymore. Leave me." Grindlewald said while patiently staring at the ground.

"I require your assistance. It was my hope that by coming here, you would still have the drive to change the world like I had taught you."

Grindelwald was quiet and slowly lifted his head, "In my imprisonment, I've come to accept the truth of my actions. I was wrong to have let you indoctrinate me with your thoughts of a perfect world. I trusted you to be my teacher, but you fed me lies." He was tormented by flashes of different futures not long after killing the qilin many years ago. He always thought that having wizardkind rule the world would be paradise, but he was horribly wrong. Every possibility he saw of wizards rising to power, always ended in the enslavement of muggles. Every muggle he murdered was for the greater good… but he never relished the idea of making muggles their slaves.

"You… disappoint me. And I always had hoped you would rise where I failed, but I was wrong. You would sooner live in peace with those filthy machines, wouldn't you!?"

Grindelwald looked and gave a resentful smile, "No. I would sooner choose that future… because it will break you. Though I suppose you have already done that to yourself." There was only one possible way Archibald was alive, but it was a bit of foul magic Grindelwald refused to practice. He would never regress himself to rip his soul in half, thereby forsaking his humanity.

Archibald was sneering at the wizard wrapped in chains, "It was never in the Arctic, was it? You wasted my time! After everything I offered you! They took it from me and hid it! Where is the veil!? It was I who discovered it!"

"Death… does not like to be cheated. You, of all people, should know that."

"Where is it!?" Archibald reached forward and lifted Grindelwald using dark magic. Curving his fingers, forced his way into the man's mind. Grindelwald's bones were twisting and cracking as Archibald broke him mentally and physically, yet he wasn't screaming in pain. Instead, he was left smiling in victory.

"She will succeed where I failed. You have already lost."

"Raah!" Clenching his fist, Grindelwald's limbs folded back as he was crushed into a bloody ball. Darting his hand to the side, Grindelwald's bloodied remains were splattered against the wall as Archibald left the room. The moment he left, the air made a crackling sound with small white flashes popping near the ceiling. The atmosphere quickly ignited and destroyed the entire cell. Archibald walked through the fire that quickly consumed the whole castle, his eyes shaking in rage. He looked at his weak hands and sneered, "Forgive me, dear child. I have come too far to fail. I will try to make your death quick… but it will, unfortunately, be very painful." He reached towards his neck and held his glasses as flames danced around him.

Meanwhile, up in the tower, Grindelwald's body twitched and trembled while his fingers moved slightly. His face slowly cracked, and his skin peeled off like paper. His eyes were black, and sand started pouring out of his mouth as he was consumed by fire.


(Author's Notes)

Goodness, that was a long chapter. I hope everyone enjoyed it and more questions were answered… though, like every chapter, you are now left even more confused. What does Nova Prime have to do with the story? Will Samantha remember to ask the Autobots about the glasses? Also, why can't the Autobots or the humans mention what they saw with Archibald? And frankly… why does Archibald want the veil so badly? Why would he expect it to be in the arctic!? And what about Grindelwald!? As we can see… a lot is going on, and like any author, I want you all to be left guessing. What fun would it be if we all knew what would happen next XD ?

I hope you can understand why Samantha has such a unique scent. One can only imagine how lucky you must be to be blessed by the fountain of fair fortune. Though I must say, I do feel bad for Samantha. How could she forget Nova Prime!? She will never forgive herself. If only she knew Edmund was one step ahead of her.

Before people start asking, will the next chapter jump into the second film? No, probably not. Will Samanth be going to college? Yes… and No. It will all make sense soon. And for you Sunstreaker fan... why did I skip over Samantha washing Sunstreaker!? We'll find out his reaction in the next chapter... At least, I hope ;D

And, no, I have not forgotten about Laserbeak. He is still in the story and will find out what will happen with him in the next chapter.