Fearless

by Jacob D. Mercer

Clark Kent isn't the boy scout we're used to. Instead, he's just as flawed as we are, and he wants what's best for his family. But what is he to do when a race of alien robots tied to a teenager he used to babysit end up dragging him into their war? What he always does. Try his best. Talida Prime and related characters belongs to Icegirl2772

14. Deus Ex Machina

Warning: This chapter contains two explicit scenes at the beginning and end of the chapter.

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After I had time to settle down, not to mention heal up after the stunt I pulled with Megatron, the events of that day caught up to me.

Killing those men didn't sit well with me. Not at all. I had nightmares about it. Vivid dreams, had me waking up in a cold sweat at times. But what really didn't help…

The bodies were missing.

Gone, nada, without a trace. No blood, bones… not even a piece of ripped up skin.

Fowler didn't even get a chance to try and explain it to his superiors.

It haunted me for a while, till I found out what happened to them. But that's a story for another time.

Meanwhile, Amy was watching over me like a hawk. I think the sight of me when I came back from that shit with Megatron had her shaken a lot more than she'd admit. And as much as I had to admit it, maybe she had a good reason.

Up until that point, she'd never seen me hurt. Sure, she was there when the Dark Energon put me on my knees, but she'd never seen me burned, scratched up, shit like that.

I think it traumatized her, seeing me like that. At least in some way, it did.

But, I still would go out and help the bots at times.

Which leads me to our next little stunt.

The Energon Harvester.

Fuck. That.

So, first thing you need to know, The Decepticons had gained a couple of new members in the week since the siege on the Nemesis for Pete, Lana, and Chloe. They got a medic, some jackass named Knockout, and some guy Bulkhead knows, Breakdown.

Cons found out about some fucking thing from the Ancient Greeks. An Energon Harvester.

I think it goes without saying that we can't have that thing in Decepticon hands, but in case it doesn't….

The Bots couldn't have that thing in Decepticon hands.

Now, me and Amy were taking a little vacation from the Bots for a bit. I wasn't involved in this one, and Bulkhead picked up Krys from school today.

Me and Amy had a little date night to ourselves… after a morning of play time, if you catch my drift.

Talida did propose calling me in for this mission, and it probably would've been a good idea, but Optimus didn't want to interrupt mine and Amy's little vacation, not to mention he thought I could use it, considering the shit that went down two weeks ago.

I appreciate the thought big time, but you better believe that Prime got the ass chewing of a lifetime when I found out.

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Clark looked around, unable to see anything but the pitch black darkness that surrounded him.

"Amy?" He called out in concern, hoping to get some sort of answer back. "Krystal?"

"You killed us."

Clark's attention jerked towards the source of the voice.

There was a man. A M.E.C.H agent.

With a hole in his chest.

It was one of the men he'd slaughtered on the train.

Clark was stunned at the site, unsure of how to respond. "I…"

"You slaughtered us like pigs." Another one spoke, walking out of the blackness and into view, his head bent at an odd angle.

"I didn't mean to! I-"

"Liar!" Another one appeared, who's head was literally sliced in half and laying at opposite sides. He looked at Clark accusingly. "You killed us without any hint of remorse!"

"You're a monster!"

"You're an alien!"

"You're a freak!"

"A murderer!"

"A killer!"

The accusations grew more and more rampant, and Clark covered his ears in an attempt to block them out, only for it to grow more intense.

He could hear the voices in his ear, chanting, calling him out on what he'd done.

Through all the voices, he could hear screaming, echoing in the distance.

He had no idea it was his own.

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"AHH!"

Clark jumped up into a sitting position, breathing heavily as the fright of his nightmare settled into the crevices of his mind.

He took in the familiar site of his bedroom, a comforting site compared to the horrific vision he'd just awakened from.

"Clark?"

Amy's voice from next to him Clark's attention snapping towards her, where she was laying next to him, covered up, sitting up as she held the cover up to her chest as she looked at him in concern.

"Are you alright?" She asked him, scooting closer to him as she leaned towards him.

After a few moments of silence, Clark nodded. "Y-yeah. I'm fine." He said with a sigh. "It was just-"

"The nightmares again?" Amy asked, looking at Clark with a soft gaze. Clark nodded at her answer.

"Yeah." He admitted. "I keep seeing them, calling me all these different names." He told Amy, averting his gaze from her. "And since the bodies went missing, I just…"

"You're not responsible for what happened, Clark." Amy said as she leaned into his side. "It's not your fault, what happened to the bodies."

"There wouldn't be any bodies if I had controlled myself." Clark muttered quietly, still regretful.

Amy looked up at Clark, her gaze turning a little firmer. "Or, maybe the bodies would have been someone else."

Clark averted his gaze. "That's not what I meant and you know it."

At his words, Amy's expression softened once more, and she let out a sigh. "I know." She said with a slight nod. "It's just… I guess that's what it feels like, sometimes." She admitted as she looked at Clark, cupping his cheek as she gestured for him to look at her. "You fuss over what you did to them… but they could've killed us too… and I can only imagine what you would've done then."

Clark couldn't find anything wrong with her words. She was right. If even one of them had been killed…

God only knows what would've happened.

"And besides, it's not like you did it for the hell of it." Amy added, smiling softly. "You feel guilty for it, and you did it on the spur of the moment."

Clark looked at Amy for a moment, his gaze soft, before he smiled slightly. "You always know just what to say." He said, leaning his face closer to her.

Amy smiled. "It's my job." She retorted, before leaning closer, meeting her fiancee in a kiss.

When they separated for a moment, they simply looked at each other, basking in each other's presence.

And then Amy's smile turned playful.

"If your mind's still on those men… well," Amy let the cover fall as she spoke, allowing her bare breasts to be exposed. "I think I have a way to take your mind off of it."

Clark's eyes widened, before he smiled as he leaned closer to her. "I love you, woman."

Amy let out a giggle as Clark leaned close enough to kiss her. "I know you do." She said as she threw the cover off of her, exposing her naked body for all to see as Clark's lips met her own once more.

Desire surged through the two as their lips fought for control. The presence of a significant other was enough fuel alone for their libido.

Amy's hands planted themselves on Clark's chest, while one of Clark's hands wandered over her body, gently cupping her left breast.

Amy let out a gasp at the action, interrupting the kiss, causing Clark to smirk at the reaction.

"Feel good?" He asked quietly, even though he knew the answer.

"Oh god yes." Amy said breathlessly, smiling at Clark as her face became more and more flushed with their activities.

Clark smiled, and his hand left her breast, eliciting a slight moan of disappointment from Amy, only for it to be immediately replaced with a gasp of pleasure as Clark's fingers found her sensitive nub, causing her to fall back down onto the bed.

"Better?" Clark asked with a raised eyebrow.

Amy looked at Clark, her brow furrowed as the pleasure shot through her, and she let out a breathless giggle at Clark's question. "I am… supposed to be… making you… feel better…" She managed to get out, in between pants and moans.

Clark let out a chuckle as he began using only his middle finger, letting it run small circles around Amy's clit. "You are." He assured as he leaned down closer to her face, while never stopping his ministrations. "The little sounds you make… they make me feel better." He whispered.

Amy's face turned an alarming shade of crimson at his words, and it made Clark chuckle to himself, satisfied. Even to this day, after being together for seven years, Clark could still make Amy blush up a storm.

Clark continued his movements, rubbing her with a slow rhythm, enough to tease her, but nowhere near enough to send her towards her orgasm.

Amy could only writhe under his ministrations, her sensitive nub sending more and more pleasurable sensations shooting through her entire body with each moment of stimulation Clark's finger gave her.

"Clark…" Amy moaned, turning to look at Clark with a begging look in her eyes. "Please…" She gasped out, her tone holding a sense of need.

Clark gave a playful grin, his eyes lidded as he leaned down next to her. "Please… what?" He asked huskily, taunting her and encouraging her all at the same time.

Amy mewled with pleasure, letting out a sound that was somewhere between a gasp, a moan, and a laugh, as Clark's hand moved a little lower, and the tip of his middle finger slipped inside of her glistening womanhood.

"Ah… Oho…" Her head tossed and turned as the pleasure grew, Clark's finger slowly pumping inside her needy cunt as he palm would rub against her clit. "C-Clark… please!" She gasped out, looking desperately at her fiance as her back arched from the pleasure, causing her to arch up off the bed. "I need it!"

Clark let out a smirk at her words, and finally, he decided it was time to satisfy the needing erection of his own that was pushing against Amy's leg. "Roll over." He instructed as he pulled his hand from her slick entrance.

Amy didn't need to be told twice. She immediately rolled herself onto her side so that her back was facing Clark, desperate for the pleasure that he was sure to bring her.

Clark repositioned himself so that he was flush against her back, tugging him closer to her, holding her warm body against his own. He slipped a hand under her, wrapping it around her stomach as his other hand lowered down to grab his manhood.

"Let me know when you're ready." He whispered into her ear.

Amy nodded her head. "I will." She assured, just as breathless as Clark seemed to be.

Taking that as his confirmation, Clark lined himself up with her sacred womanhood, a gift only he had been granted, and touched his tip to her lower lips.

Amy sucked in a large breath, searching desperately for anything to grab out of reflex, an effort to stifle the cry of pleasure that most definitely would've alerted their daughter.

Had she been home.

Once the crown of his member had been popped inside, Clark let go of himself and allowed his hand to rest itself on his fiancee's hip, a gesture of comfort as he slowly pushed himself deeper inside of her.

Amy's hand came back behind her head, and moved to grip the back of Clark's who rested his face in the crook of Amy's neck.

"Oh god… Yes~!" Amy let out a passionate moan as Clark filled her canal, the feeling of his throbbing manhood gliding further into her, rubbing against the grooves of her vagina… it was a feeling that always felt wonderful.

Clark's eyes were lidded with lust, and his sensory abilities made it all the more pleasurable for him. Everything from her heartbeat, every bated breath of pleasure, he could hear. Everything from her sacred hole to her back, he could feel it all.

And it was the fact that it was Amy, the one he loved, his… sparkmate. That was the word she'd used before, that she'd been using.

She was his sparkmate.

"More~" Amy moaned out, her breaths shuddering as she turned her gaze as best she could towards Clark. "I want it… hard… and fast."

Clark's eyes widened, before they narrowed, and he gave a small smirk. Parting his lips slightly, he gently brought his mouth down on her neck, suckling as his grip on her hip tightened like a vice.

Amy only had a single second to prepare…

And then she was thrown into the screaming fit.

"Oh! Ah! Ahah! Y-Yes!" The sounds she made were music to Clark's ears. They always were. And they always would be.

Amy, for her part, would always treasure these moments with Clark. Whether it was hard and intense sex, or passionate lovemaking, it was Clark's presence, his warmth, his very being, that made these moments so desirable.

She loved him. With her being.

As he did her.

"You are so fucking hot when you make those sounds." Clark grunted out as he removed his mouth from her, cherishing the moans and screams of pleasure every thrust he gave ripped from her throat.

"Oh god! They're- AH! They're all for- Oh~ All for you, b-baby!" Amy moaned out as Clark rod found the sweet spot within her, causing her to writhe in his unbreakable, yet remarkably gentle, grip. "All for you!"

Clark smiled as he nuzzled Amy's neck tenderly, a habit he had that Amy had always found intriguing. All at once, if he wanted to, Clark could be tender, affectionate, while at the same time, dominating and aggressive.

It was as if his mind was in overdrive, and it was that quirk that almost always added to the immense pleasure Amy felt.

Clark gently groped Amy's breast with the hand she was laying on, squeezing it gently, causing pleasure to shoot through Amy's chest as well.

Clark's own grunts of pleasure was the second most beautiful sound that Amy had ever heard, and they always would be, as they were confirmation for her, ascertaitions, that it was her that gave Clark this pleasure.

At times, it could go to her head, especially when they got a little more… kinky… but it could be a thrill, the power Clark lets her have over him, especially when she remembers just how powerful he truly is.

They could get into some pretty freaky things, assuming they had the time… and the privacy.

She was jolted from her thoughts by a thrust that reached particularly deep inside her, and she threw her head back as she let out a squeal of pleasure, her body twitching and writhing as she shook within Clark's arms.

"That's it, beautiful." Clark groaned out, pleasure filling every possible range of his voice as he thrusted desperately into his lover. "Keep making those sounds, just like that."

Amy was more than happy to oblige. Especially since she could feel herself approaching climax.

"C-Clark!" Amy gasped out, turning to look desperately at her lover. "I-I'm gonna-!"

"Do it." He whispered, looking into her eyes lovingly, despite the hammering he was dealing to her from behind. "I want you to cum."

Amy's eyes clenched shut at his words, and she could only hold on for dear life, one hand gripping his hair tightly as the other one found itself wrapped in the sheets of their bed.

A tightening in her loins was the only signal she got, before she found herself coming undone all over her Clark's nether regions.

Her cunt tightened itself around Clark's member, squeezing it for dear life as her legs twitched and shook violently, her back arching as she threw her head back, letting out a shrill scream of pure pleasure.

The tightening of Amy around him is what did Clark in. His breath hitched, growing labored as his thrusts grew more desperate. He tugged Amy tighter to him, who was still letting out small mewls of pleasure as her over-sensitive cunt was pounded into, before Clark bottomed out inside her, burying his member completely within her as it twitched with need, spilling his thick seed inside her.

Amy cherished the feeling of being filled, and she found herself thankful that she'd taken birth control. Though they were nowhere near ready for it yet, she would like to one day give Krystal a little sibling.

But for now, she'd enjoy the feeling of being filled to the brim with Clark's sperm.

As Clark finished, he slumped down behind Amy, tugging her close to him as his member gave one last twitch of pleasure.

Amy smiled as she felt Clark nuzzle the back of her neck, rubbing her strawberry blonde hair in the process, causing her to let out a giggle. "Feel better?"

"Mmhm." Clark muttered, enjoying the feeling of his fiancee pressed up against him. "I love you." He whispered.

Amy smiled. "I love you too." She whispered back.

The couple spent the next few hours simply basking in each other's presence.

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Like any student, Miko was not a fan of detention. Not at all.

Getting trapped in a classroom for an hour after school was never how one wanted to spend their time when the final bell rang, but unfortunately, Miko had a history report that was due, and it didn't help that she might have… kind of… sorta…

Okay, it wasn't her fault that she fell asleep in history class! World History was boring! She loathed it, hated it with a passion!

It's not her fault if she's bored by it.

"Detention." Miko muttered under her breath, making sure the teacher didn't hear her, lest she get into even more trouble, as she let her hand fall down onto her folded hands.

Her eyes caught movement outside of the window, however, and she spotted the familiar form of Bulkhead, pulling up to the curb. However, the loud heavy metal music she was used to hearing was silent.

Nonetheless, Miko now had an escape route, and she was gonna take it!

She shot a glance towards the teacher who was overseeing detention on this particular day. To her joy, she had her nose in a column in today's newspaper. It was her chance!

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"So, you had fun at school today then?" Bulkhead asked the child who was currently sitting in his passenger seat. "Is that your painting?"

"Yeah!" Krystal eagerly, showing Bulkhead, at least she assumed she was, anyway, the painting she'd done in art class today. "I wanted to do a painting of the sun, since it's what make my daddy so strong!" She told the wrecker excitedly.

Bulkhead let out a deep rumbling at the child's excitement. While it was nothing compared to the works one would see in a museum, for a child of Krystal's age, it was definitely something to be proud of. "You did a good job, Gem! Even got the little rays reflecting off the water!"

"Yay!" Krystal said with a large smile, before putting the dried painting back away in her backpack.

As she did so, she noticed that Bulkhead had pulled outside of the high school.

"I thought you were taking me to the base?" Krystal commented questioningly, looking over at Bulkhead with a tilted head. "Why are we at the high school?"

"Miko's in detention today." Bulkhead explained to the child, a rumble of annoyance in his voice. "Detention lets out about a half hour after elementary does for you, so we gotta wait for her."

Krystal nodded her head at the wrecker's words as she sat back down in her seat quiet all the sudden.

Something that Bulkhead noticed.

"Everything alright, Gem?" He asked Krystal.

"I don't think Daddy likes Miko." Krystal stated quietly, glancing towards Bulkhead.

Bulkhead was a little unsure of what to say to that. "Uh… what makes you say that?"

"He doesn't talk to her much." Krystal answered, glancing out Bulkhead's window as she spoke. "And when he does, he's usually calling her mean names."

Krystal wasn't exactly wrong. Of the people who interacted with Clark at the base, Miko was one of the people whom did so the least, only beaten by Arcee in that regard. And the few times he had…

To be fair, Miko had usually done something less than intelligent. Playing a rock guitar in a soundproofed base without warning while someone with super hearing is nearby isn't exactly a good idea.

As much as Bulkhead cared for Miko… he was glad the amp had gotten the wrench.

Not Ratchet's. Oh no, Clark usually carried a small wrench of his own in his back pocket, and it had already destroyed two amps. One of which was Talida's… because Miko had decided to use it as a replacement for her own…

Yeah, Tally was mad at Miko, not Clark. For that one.

"I think he hates her." Krystal spoke up, stirring Bulkhead from his thoughts.

"I wouldn't go that far." Bulkhead responded. "I'll be the first to admit that Miko can be pretty reckless, and Clark's right in getting angry at her at times… but I think he's still mad over what happened when we rescued Fowler."

"When I ran through the GroundBridge?" Krystal asked quietly, glancing towards Bulkhead's console.

"Yeah." Bulkhead affirmed. He would've nodded if he were in robot mode. "He disguised it with anger, but he was scared."

"He was?" Krystal questioned in surprise. "But he never gets scared." She mumbled to herself.

"Of course he does." Bulkhead retorted with a chuckle. "That's part of why he flipped out at base afterwards. Miko acted like it wasn't even a big deal, like it wasn't her fault."

"But it wasn't." Krystal stated quietly. "I'm the one who ran through the Groundbridge."

"Because you were worried for Miko." Bulkhead added. "True, you made the decision, but we told Miko to stay with you anyway. She repeatedly disobeyed us, for her own thrill seeking."

"I guess." Krystal mumbled under her breath.

"Look," Bulkhead said with a sigh. "What I'm saying is, maybe he's mad because Miko still hasn't admitted that it was her actions that led to what happened that day. But I don't think he hates her."

Kyrstal was silent for a moment, before she let out a nod. "Okay…"

The conversation was interrupted a second later, however, by the target of their conversation throwing open the door and hopping in the back seat.

"Hey Bulk!" Miko greeted cheerfully, before her eyes caught site of the child in the passenger seat. "Kryssie?"

"Hi, Miko." Krystal waved with a smile, the teen's cheerful attitude causing the child to lose her own solemn one. "Daddy said I could ride with Bulkhead today!"

"Miko, I thought you had a history report to do." Bulkhead spoke up, interrupting the conversation. "Did detention end early?"

"It did for me." Miko answered, propping her hands behind her head with a relaxed sigh as she leaned back in Bulkhead's seat.

"Who's that?" Krystal asked, catching the attention of Miko as the child looked out the window.

Miko looked out the window to see who she was talking about, only for her eyes to widen as she ducked down in the seat nervously. "Uh-oh, it's the teacher. And she doesn't look happy!" She admitted, glancing at Bulkhead's console. "Step on it, Bulkhead!"

"Aw, Miko…" Bulkhead groaned in frustration, but he conceded to the exchange student's wishes. Throwing the shifter in gear, Bulkhead took off away from the curb, leaving the teacher to look after him in disbelief as she realized what had happened.

"Um… isn't it bad to skip detention?" Krystal asked, looking between Miko and Bulkhead as they drove away.

Miko opened her mouth, having a white lie ready to tell the child, but Bulkhead spoke before she could.

"Yes." Bulkhead cut in sternly. "Just like it's bad to skip out on your assignments."

"Aw, come on, Bulk. It's not that bad." Miko said with a tilt of her head.

"Miko, those assignments help you with your grades." Bulkhead admonished. "You need good grades to graduate highschool."

"Failing one history report isn't going to make me fail." Miko waved off the concern. "I'm doing fine!"

"Daddy told me when he started school that it's bad to think stuff like that." Krystal piped up, glancing towards Miko. "He said it adds up."

"Um… well-"

"You're father's smarter than he thinks, Gem." Bulkhead said as they finally left the civilization of Jasper and rode out into the desert.

"Come on, Bulk-"

"Miko, I'm supposed to be your Guardian, not your getaway car." Bulkhead interjected firmly. "You can't just cut detention. What if your parents found out?"

"They live in Tokyo, remember?" Miko commented with an eyeroll. "And don't even worry about my host parents. I think I scare them." She added carelessly as she leaned back against the seat.

Bulkhead let out a sigh of frustration. "Miko, listen. If you fail high school, you can't go to… una… keyes… coll-"

"College?" Krystal offered hopefully.

"Yeah, that. Thanks, Gem." Bulkhead thanked as they approached the base, driving inside the dummy wall.

"Ugh." Miko scoffed in annoyance as Bulkhead came to a stop inside the base, allowing her and Krystal to exit his alt mode. "You sound just like my parents!"

"Aren't they Japanese?" Bulkhead questioned in confusion.

"DIfferent words mean the same things." Krystal interjected helpfully.

"Exactly." Miko said with a nod. "And you all say the same things!"

"That's because we want the best for you!" Bulkhead retorted as he transformed. "And that means making sure you go to school! Not jail!"

"Uh-oh." Jack couldn't help but remark with a grin, his arm wrapped around Talida next to him.

"What did you do, Miko?" Talida asked with a raised eyebrow, a playful grin on her face. Miko ignored them as Bulkhead got down on one knee.

"Look, Miko. Before I became a warrior, I was a laborer. Construction." Bulkhead revealed to his charge. "I can build stuff, I can break stuff, and that's it." He recalled his past.

Miko completely missed the point.

"I like breaking stuff!" Miko proclaimed excitedly. "I want to be just like you, Bulk!"

Bulkhead let out a groan of annoyance. "Why do you wanna be like me when you can be a medic, like Ratchet?" He asked, glancing towards the medic who was working at the computer, Skyquake standing next to him.

"I'm detecting a fresh Energon pulse from the nation called Greece." The medic suddenly announced. "An ancient city. Quite historic, I believe."

"Ancient Greece, huh?" Bulkhead repeated with interest. "Oh, field trip!" He said in a sing song tone.

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Aboard the Decepticon warship, the Decepticons were hard at work, tracking down any sort of Energon signal they could find. Aboard the command deck, Starscream was watching the storm occurring outside, waiting somewhat impatiently for someone to arrive.

His wait was rewarded as the Decepticon he'd called for, Knock Out, walked into the command deck. Knock Out was a rather slim Decepticon, with mostly red paint, a result of his sports car vehicle mode.

Starscream, who was currently acting as Decepticon Leader alongside Malita, let out a sigh of annoyance as he turned to face the arrival.

"It's about time, Knock Out." Starscream sneered, glaring at the Decepticon. "I do not enjoy being kept waiting."

"It was a long drive, Starscream." Knock Out replied with a shrug, uncaring of the seeker's anger. "I'm still picking bugs out of my grill."

"Yes, right. You're one of those…" Starscream muttered in slight disgust, to Knock Out's confusion.

"Come again?" Knock Out asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Never understood why any self-respecting Decepticon would choose Automobile as his vehicle mode, when he could have flight." Starscream admitted as he circled around Knock Out, glaring at him with thinly veiled disgust.

Knock Out shrugged off the commander's rather rude words. "I like the way I look in steel-belted radials." He replied with a smirk, before looking at Starscream questioningly. "I take it Megatron needs a laboratory assist?"

"You… might say that." Starscream muttered vaguely, leading Knock Out to a medical room, which opened up.

Knock Out was definitely not expecting the site inside.

Atop a metal berth was the sleeping, near dead form of Lord Megatron. A bunch of large cables were connected to his chest from a terminal, including a large one connected directly to his spark. The Dark Energon shard had been removed from his chest for 'safety' reasons, as Starscream had claimed. Malita stood off to the side, eyeing the unconscious form of her father warily, while Soundwave stood at a computer terminal, monitoring the Decepticon Leader's vitals.

"Whoa…" Knock Out gasped, wide eyed.

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In Greece, a GroundBridge portal opened up, allowing Bulkhead to drive out and to his destination. Stopping in the middle of a large flat area, he opened his door.

"Here we are!" Bulkhead declared as Miko hopped out of his alt mode, before transforming into his robot mode.

"Sweet!" Miko said excitedly as she ran forward, examining the are that they were currently overlooking. "So, what are we doing in Greco-ville?"

"I'M scouting Energon." Bulkhead said, while turning his gaze towards Miko with a stern expression. "YOU are doing research for you history report."

"Aw, you punked me, Bulk?" Miko asked in disbelief, before pouting. "Not cool."

"Hmm… signal's strong…" Bulkhead muttered, reading his scanner as he raised his eyes to examine the site they'd arrived at. "An excavation site." He observed.

"Whoa…" Miko muttered, looking up at Bulkhead in surprise.

"I know construction." The wrecker shrugged as he studied his scanner. "According to my scanner, humans hit Energon Veins, and they don't even know it."

Bulkhead found his eyes narrowing as he observed the site in more detail. The bulldozers and other construction vehicles were barely a glance in Bulkhead's eyes, but it was the mural at the other end of the excavation site that caught his attention. Specifically, the mural of the Greek God, Poseidon. He was holding a large golden orb.

And orb with a very familiar pattern.

"That's Cybertronian!" Bulkhead realized.

---

"Sadly, our inevitably former Lord Megatron had been like this since the attempt Malita made to chain the Kryptonian." Starscream informed the Decepticon Medic, causing the techno-organic teen to glare at her supposed lover. "But the crew took a vote, and it was decided that an expert might put him on the path to recovery."

"Starscream, Lady Malita, I've done a lot of body work." Knock Out remarked as he glanced at Megatron's still form. "But I'm better at breaking things than fixing them." He folded out his drill for emphasis as he said this, before sighing as he retracted it back into his arm. "It would help if I had my assistant."

"We summoned both of you." Malita said, narrowing her eyes. "Where is he?"

"We were hot on a fresh Energon trail when you called." Knock Out revealed, before smirking at the couple. "Breakdown will show when he's through scouting it."

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"Why would the Ancient Greeks paint an Energon harvester?" Bulkhead voiced his thoughts.

"You know what that round thing is?" Miko asked as she pulled out her phone, taking a picture of the mural. "You're smarter than you let on!" She complimented as she examined her new picture.

"But even dumber than he looks."

The new voice held an air of menace and malice that rattled Miko's bones as she and Breakdown both turned towards the source of the voice.

A large Decepticon, mostly blue in color with sections of silver along the arms and legs, stood atop the large stairs, grinning maliciously at the two.

Bulkhead narrowed his eyes at the Con, gritting his teeth. "Breakdown." He growled, glaring at the mech.

"Miss me?" Breakdown taunted with a smirk.

"Like rust in my undercarriage." Bulkhead responded, venom dripping from his tone.

"You know this lunkhead?" Miko asked, looking at Bulkhead in disbelief.

"We have a history." Bulkhead answered vaguely.

"And you have a pet." Breakdown smirked, gaining an idea in his head that was far from pleasant. "Does it play catch?" He turned towards one of the nearby pillars, gripping it securely before he ripped it from the ground and turned to face the two, a cruel grin on his face.

"Catch!"

Miko, on instinct, turned to run away as Breakdown sent the pillar in her direction, but Bulkhead jumped in the way and took the hit to the back in order to shield his charge.

"Miko, stay down!" Bulkhead instructed as the pillar exploded on his back, creating a large dust cloud. The wrecker turned around to face his enemy, only to be taken off guard as Breakdown rushed through the dust, catching Bulkhead in his arms.

They went flying into the excavation zone, Breakdown lifting Bulkhead up over his own as he sent Wrecker flying into the mural, completely destroying it.

Bulkhead grunted as he resituated himself.

"Oops." Breakdown said insincerely. "Hope the pretty picture was too important." He tormented, before turning and running away from the scene, transforming and driving away as he did so, while Meanwhile, Miko rushed towards Bulkhead in order to check on him.

"Told you I'm good at breaking things." Bulkhead muttered disappoitedly.

"I'll always have your back, Bulk." Miko assured the wrecker with a smile as she showed him her phone. "I got us a picture, of the picture."

---

"It is indeed an Energon harvester." Optimus announced gravely. "A powerful tool created by the ancients to remove raw Energon from any nearby source."

"Greek Gods knew Autobots?" Raf asked in surprise.

"No, Raf. The ancients probably just used the art of that particular era to give out hidden messages." Talida clarified, looking down at the preteen.

"Exactly." Optimus nodded. "This fresco was likely a signpost indicating the harvester's hidden location on this planet." He explained.

"Um, Optimus…" Jack spoke up, catching the Autobot leader's attention. "If the harvester removes Energon from anything, and you all have Energon pumping inside you-"

"In Decepticon hands, the harvester could be a devastating weapon." Optimus finished grimly.

"See?" Miko said with a smile, turning to look at Bulkhead. "You were a genius to total that painting!" She reassured the Wrecker.

"Miko's not wrong." Arcee spoke up, agreeing with the rockstar for once. "How can the cons find the harvester without the fresco?"

"That looks like the Posey statue in the Vegas Museum!" Krystal gasped, looking at the image in wonder.

Everyone's attention was immediately on the child.

"It does?" Bumblebee beeped curiously.

Krystal nodded. "Yeah!" She said, looking over towards it. "Aunt Lana took me on a road trip there once, when school first started!" She told the Autobots, turning her gaze towards them excitedly. "My favorite thing there was a statue of Pos… Poside… Posden… I can't say his name right, but I call him Posey!"

"Poseidon?" Jack asked the child with a raised eyebrow.

Krystal nodded vigorously. "Yeah!" She answered. "And he had this big golden ball in one hand! Aunt Lana said it was supposed to represent the sun!"

Everyone stared at the child in disbelief, unable to believe that she'd actually just given them the location of the Energon Harvester.

"She's right." Raf spoke, catching everyone else's attention as she looked at the computer. "It's a statue of the greek god, Poseidon, holding the sun." He explained to the bots as he looked over what he saw. "At least, it's supposed to be." He said, turning to show the picture to the Autobots.

Optimus studied the picture of the white marble statue, specifically, the golden, intricately designed orb that the statue had in the palm of it's hand.

"Is that the real deal?" Arcee questioned her spark mate nervously.

Optimus eyed the image for a moment.

"Contact Agent Fowler."

---

"You've reached Special Agent William Fowler. I'm currently on an intensive training retreat, and unavailable till Tuesday."

"I hate talking to machines…" Ratchet grumbled in annoyance as Fowler's voicemail played back.

"But…" Krystal looked up at Ratchet, confused. "Aren't you a machine?" She asked, eyebrows furrowed in befuddlement.

Ratchet looked at Krystal, wide-eyed, before he let out a sigh of irritation. "Not quite, young one."

As much as he might like too… Ratchet knew better than to yell at the Kent child. Everyone in the base had a soft spot for her. Especially Skyquake.

Not only would the larger bot tear him in two, but he'd have Clark to deal with as well.

No, thank you.

"Without Agent Fowler's direct aid, we are going to have to confiscate the harvester on our own." Optimus declared to the group.

"Which translates to 'break in and steal giant orb'." Talida mumbled under her breath.

"Steal museum property?" Jack repeated in disbelief.

"While I don't wish to question your orders, Optimus, I must ask if it's wise to take such drastic action." Skyquake questioned, looking at the Autobot Leader.

"Yeah." Raf agreed with the aerial bot. "Because that sounds… illegal."

"I do not wish to break human law, but once the Decepticons learn of the harvestor's location, they will not hesitate to obtain it by any means necessary." Optimus stated grimly. "We must act covertly."

"Um, no offense Dad, but covert and giant alien robots don't go well together." Talida said, looking at her father with a raised eyebrow.

"Museums will have guards and security cameras, since they're public." Jack added to his girlfriend's statement.

"No problem." Miko interjected, leaning towards Jack with a knowing look on her face. "We're small enough to sneak in, and we're not a government secret!"

"Um, Miko, I'm not sure that's wise." Bulkhead objected to Miko's idea.

"I'll go along with them!" Talida proposed, looking up at her father.

Optimus raised an eyebrow at her proposal.

Seeing her father was with Bulkhead on this particular idea, Talida gave a sigh.

"How about we call Clark?" Raf proposed, catching everyone's attention. "He's strong and fast enough to get it out covertly."

"I'm afraid that I do not quite feel right interrupting Clark's time away from us, especially considering recent events." Optimus objected with a sigh. "That means that unfortunately, our best option is to allow you three to help us."

"You mean four?" Talida added cheekily.

Optimus looked at his daughter for a moment, before letting out a sigh. "Yes, you four." He relented.

"Yes!"

---

"That's definitely it." Breakdown nodded in confirmation as Soundwave show him, Knock Out, Starscream, and Malita a picture of a marble statue holding the Energon Harvester.

"Then I'm afraid my father's wellbeing will have to wait." Malita declared, looking at the Energon Harvester with a look of excitement.

---

Amy was humming to herself as she brushed her strawberry blonde hair in front of the mirror, her auburn eyes glinting with excitement.

As much as she loved Krystal, dear god did she love her daughter, she and Clark rarely had time for an outing for themselves ever since she was born. The last one they'd had was when Lana had taken Krystal to Vegas with her little cousin, Jace Lang.

The Autobots could be both a grace and a curse, but this was one thing she was thankful for. Outside of Martha, who tended to be a busy woman, and June, who worked late nights at the hospitals, the Autobots were the only ones who were really on call to watch her.

For their date, Clark had opted to go all out. Even though she had proposed the idea, Clark was the one who had taken the reigns to plan it.

"I want to make it a night to remember."

That's what he'd told her when they'd planned this little outing.

It was anything fancy. They were going out to eat at the local diner, Cullen's Country House, a place many of them used to frequent in high school before K.O. Burger had been built, and then Clark was going to take her out for a movie.

Yes, usually people did those activities in reverse, but there was a reason for it. Besides, both of them were more excited to visit the diner again, since they hardly had the time anymore, and the movie they were watching, Warrior Angel, wasn't exactly a film either of them were wanting to watch for enjoyment.

It was more because they wanted a movie they didn't have to focus on the entire time, they could just be happy with each other's presence.

Since it wasn't anything fancy, Amy had decided on a simple pink t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of high-heeled boots, a casual outfit for a casual date.

The sound of shuffling feet alerted her to the presence of Clark, and she glanced over to see him leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom with his arms crossed, looking at her with a soft look in his eyes.

"Hey." She said with a smile as she finished brushing out her hair, before turning to look at Clark. "You ready?"

Clark had chosen a rather casual outfit as well. He wore his red shirt, and his Kent Construction flannel over it, along with a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of cowboy boots tucked under his pants.

He didn't say anything for a moment in response to her question, before he smiled at her. "You look beautiful."

Amy smiled at his words, and closed the little distance there was between them with a smile. "And you look handsome." She giggled as she rested her hand on his chest, lifting herself up a little to give him a kiss.

Clark smiled at her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a hug as he did so. "I miss doing things like this with you." He mumbled to her, leaning his head down to touch his forehead to hers.

Amy let out a sigh, a smile on her face as she did so. "Me too." She admitted, running her hands up Clark's chest and onto his shoulders, before intertwining her fingers at the back of his neck. "Do you remember our first date?"

Clark nodded his head, a fond smile on his face as he recalled the memory. "Yeah. Me and you went to Cullen's. I was so excited to show someone the food at that place, I didn't even think about the movie until afterwards."

Amy giggled as she recalled the memory as well. "I remember you digging into that chicken like it was your last meal before Chrissy even gave us all of our food."

Clark's smile grew at her recollection. "Don't think I didn't notice you sampling those smiley potatoes, woman." He teased, raising his head up so that he could look at her better. "You know I caught that."

Amy let out a light laugh. "Yeah." She said, before resting her head against Clark's chest. "Did I ever tell you that I snuck out for our date?"

"Really?" Clark asked with a teasing grin. "Little miss perfect snuck out to see little ole me?" He asked with a laugh.

Amy nodded her head in response. "Everyone knew your reputation, and you know how uptight my parents are. They thought you would lead me down the 'bad path of drugs, sex, and violence!' Or so my dad says."

"Jesus." Clark said with a shake of his head. "Well, you weren't the only one who pulled a no-no that night." He recalled with a chuckle.

Amy giggled. "Oh, I remember." She assured her fiancé. "First night I met your dad, and he tells me all about how you were grounded for busting the fridge door, and you still snuck out to see me."

Clark let out an amused laugh at the reminder. "You should've seen his face when I got back. One he definitely got the last laugh though."

"You mean when he took your TV?" Amy asked with a cheeky grin.

"And my phone. And my computer. And let's not forget the music player."

Amy's grin grew with every reminder Clark tacked on. "You were a bad bad boy."

Clark's smile lessened slightly at the reminder of his past, but it didn't waiver. "Yeah… I was." He agreed.

"You know, that was the first time I disobeyed my parents." Amy revealed with a sigh. "Even though you apologized for it, you weren't wrong when you called me a snobby bitch. A part of me wonders if I'd still be a little miss priss if I hadn't disobeyed them that night."

"Guess we'll never know. Clark said with a smile leaning down and kissing Amy's head. "And I'm fine with that. God forbid I end up with someone like Lois."

Amy laughed at Clark's words. "Come on, Clark. Lois isn't that bad."

"She's a pain in the ass, and I don't care how much you tell me differently." Clark argued back. "But enough about that… we're wasting away valuable time that we could be using to eat at Cullen's."

Amy smiled as she kissed Clark, before slipping past him and motioning for him to follow her. "Then let's get going."

---

By the time night had fallen, the Autobots had put their plan into action. It was paramount that they recover the Energon Harvester before the Decepticons could.

With the museum closed to the public, it was safe to begin.

Optimus drove into the parking lot, followed closely by Arcee, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead, parking in the front side parking lot as the other Autobots fanned out around the building.

"Autobots, confirm position." The Autobot Leader instructed his team.

"Westward ho." Arcee instructed as she pulled up onto the sidewalk and shut off her engine.

"East side covered, Optimus." Bumblebee informed his commander as he parked in the middle of the driveway.

"Southside covered." Bulkhead notified as he parked behind the back of the museum.

"Maintain your guard." Optimus instructed his team as he shut down his engine. "Jack, Talida, Miko, Rafael, I will have a clear view of you. Once you secure the harvester, I will contact Ratchet to bridge you back to base."

"Alright, Dad. We're good to go here." Talida responded through the comlink.

---

"Now, since you'll bypass all points of entry, you won't have to worry about setting off the alarm." Ratchet informed the group of four as he activated the GroundBridge. "But, take care to avoid any security guards." He warned.

"Will do." Talida nodded. "If we see one, run like hell."

---

Within the halls of the museum, a GroundBridge portal swirled to life, allowing Jack to drive a scissor lift into the museum.

The GroundBridge immediately closed behind them, so as not to arouse suspicion on the cameras with the light the GroundBridge emitted.

At the end of the hall, Jack stopped the lift so that they could examine their surroundings.

"Opa!" Miko whispered as she spotted the statue, and the Energon harvester.

The group looked towards Optimus through the massive windows at the main area, awaiting for his signal that they were in the clear.

The Autobot Leader flashed his head lights as warning, causing the group to spur into action.

Jack lined the scissor lift up with the camera that was facing the statue, placing themselves directly under it, before raising the lift up to it, though still out of view.

"Miko, you're up." Talida whispered.

Miko nodded, and pulled her cellphone out of her pocket, flipping it open. She closed one eye and lined her site up with the security camera as best as she could, before lining her phone's camera up with it.

And then she turned her phone upside down.

She quickly took a picture, before she set her phone to always stay active. Finally, she place her phone on top of the camera, placing the screen of it in front of the camera's lens, providing the illusion that the statue was completely untouched.

Once she finished, she nodded towards the others. "We're good."

Slowly, Jack directed the scissor lift closer and closer, so that they could do their jobs for the plan.

Unfortunately, trouble was approaching.

---

The site of Cullen's Country House was exactly what one would expect.

The diner had a log cabin-esq look to it, though it was obviously big enough to house plenty of customers. There weren't any windows, providing the rustic look that the diner aimed for.

The site of the place sent a wave of nostalgia through Amy and Clark.

"Come on." Clark said with a smile, walking towards the diner's entrance with Amy's hand intertwined in his own, leading her along.

Amy smiled. Even if he wasn't open about it, she could tell that Clark was excited to be back here. It held a lot of memories to the couple, and after so long without time to have an outing to themselves, it felt nice to be able to enjoy a day alone.

When they came to the door, Clark let go of Amy's hand as he pulled the door open, stepping out of the way and holding it open while gesturing inside.

Amy smiled at the gesture, giving a light giggle at the site. "My, what a gentleman." She laughed as she stepped through the door.

Clark smiled, and followed her inside, allowing the door to close behind them.

The diner didn't seem to have that many customers at the moment. A few people sat over at one of the middle most tables in the dining room, a couple of rough and tough biker looking guys, but that was all there was.

"Hi. Welcome to- oh, Clark, Amy!" A woman sat and greeted them at the front counter, smiling as she recognized who it was. "I haven't seen you two since Amy got pregnant."

Clark and Amy both smiled at the sight of the woman, who was one of Cullen's best workers. "It's good to see you, Chrissy." Clark said, a smile never leaving his face.

"Sorry we haven't come in for a while." Amy actually looked apologetic as she spoke. "Raising a kid doesn't give us many days to ourselves."

"Oh it's fine." Chrissy waved it off, smiling at the couple. "I'm just glad to see you're not leaving the place for good."

"Never come back to Cullen's?" Clark said with an over dramatic gasp, placing a hand on his chest in an exaggerated fashion. "Never! You all have the best chicken tenders ever!"

"Yes." Both Amy and Chrissy had knowing looks on their faces as they spoke. "You make that abundantly clear when you order three servings and scarf them all down within an hour."

"Hey!" Clark pouted at being tag teamed. "It's not my fault the chicken's so good."

"Anyway, what brings you back here after so long, if you don't mind me asking?" Chrissy asked, smiling at the two.

Amy gave a small smile of her own as she spoke. "A friend of ours agreed to watch Krystal so that we could have a date night." She explained. "Since it's been so long, we figured we'd have dinner, and then a movie."

"Like your first date?" Chrissy questioned with a raised eyebrow, her smile changing to a teasing grin.

"Yep." Amy admitted without a hint of embarrassment, more than proud of that fact.

"Well, if you all want to go ahead and take a seat, I'll be right out to take your order." Chrissy said, smiling at the couple, before her expression grew a little wary. "But be careful of that group of guys over there." She warned, subtly gesturing to the group of bikers.

"Why?" Clark asked with a raised eyebrow. "Something we should worry about."

"I hope not." Chrissy admitted. "But they don't know how to keep their to themselves when I walk by, and they refuse to leave when we tell them to." She explained with a sigh. "Old man Cullen's too afraid to call the cops out of fear of retaliation."

Clark took an open glance towards the group of bikers, to their obliviousness, before turning to look back at Chrissy. "I'll deal with them if I need to."

"Oh, Clark, I couldn't ask you to-"

"Trust me, Chrissy." Amy interrupted the girl, catching her attention. "When Clark sets his mind to something, not much changes his decision."

Chrissy looked at Clark, a little hesitant to accept the decision, before she let out a reluctant sigh. "Okay then." She said with a nod. \

Clark gave a nod towards Chrissy in return, before he looked at Amy with a smile, refusing to let the news impact his mood. "Come on, Amy."

Amy smiled as Clark led her to a booth table in the corner of the dining room, which sat in direct line of sight to the front counter. With a smile, the couple took their seats, ignorant to the attention they'd caught from the bikers.

"So, let me guess," Amy said, looking at Clark with a knowing, and teasing, smile. "Chicken?"

"I don't want to hear it, Miss Pizza Parlor." Clark shot back with a playful smirk. "I'm not the one who annihilated an 18 inch pizza from this place by himself."

Amy couldn't help but blush at being called out. "I was pregnant!" The woman replied, her voice flooded with embarrassment.

Clark couldn't help the teasing smirk on his face. "I know. That's why I'm not mentioning the sledgehammer."

"Clark!"

Clark chuckled at the flustered site of his fiancee as his eyes glanced up, spotting Chrissy approaching with two menus in her apron, and a drink in each hand.

"I hope I got this right." She remarked as she approached the two, stopping next to them. "Is it still Pepsi?"

Clark smiled as he nodded. "Yep." He said, to which Chrissy sat the drink down in front of him.

She turned to her gaze towards Amy. "Sprite, right?"

Amy smiled as well, nodding her own head. "Yeah, Chrissy."

"Oh thank god." Chrissy let out a sigh of relief, smiling as she sat the drinks down. "I thought I might've fucked up." She admitted as she pulled the menus from her apron and sat them down on the table, followed by a straw for each drink. "Do you know what you all want, or do you need a minute?"

"You know what I want." Clark said with a grin, to which Chrissy laughed.

"Yeah, I do." She nodded, before turning to Amy as pulled out her notepad, writing down Clark's order.

"Can I have a moment, please?" Amy asked as she opened up the menu. "It has been a while."

"Of course." Chrissy nodded, smiling as she put her notepad and pen away. "I'll be back to check on you in a bit."

Amy nodded. "Thanks Chrissy."

The woman nodded as she made her way back towards the front counter and to the kitchen, leaving the couple by themselves once more.

"God, I miss all the food here." Amy couldn't help but remark. "Mashed Potatoes, Scrambled Eggs, Biscuits and Gravy… oh, I forgot the place had Hash Browns!"

Clark chuckled at the wondrous look in Amy's eyes as she scanned the menu. "And you make fun of me for my love of chicken." He joked.

Amy narrowed her eyes as she glanced at Clark. "Hush, you."

Clark let out a chuckle. "Alright, alright." He relented his teasing, what little he managed anyway.

Meanwhile, over with the bikers, the three of them were all staring at the diner's new arrivals. Specifically, the strawberry blonde woman who was reading the menu, smiling at the man that had just walked in.

"Hey, Lud, what do you make of the chick sitting in the corner?" The tallest one, a large slightly overweight man in a leather vest named Rocky, asked one of his friends, glancing over to him with a smirk on his face.

The man called Lud, who wore a similar vest and a bandanna around his head, grinned. "Fine tits, fine ass…" The man listed off, eyeing the woman up and down.

"I don't know about you two, but I'd love to see that blonde head of hair a little closer… and a little further south." The third man, a short but stout blonde man by the name of Joe remarked with a perverse grin of his own.

"I wonder if she's just pitying the guy over there?" Lud asked questioned with a raised eyebrow, glancing towards the man in the blue flannel sitting across from her. "There's no way a fine piece of ass like that is together with someone like him."

Rocky suddenly had an idea, and he glanced over at Lud and Joe with a perverse grin of her own. "What if we save her from him?" He proposed, his eyes darkening with mischief. "Get her away from a creep who is bugging her? Maybe we can get to see what's under those clothes, if you catch my drift."

Lud smirked as he glanced at his friend. "Well, Lud, I think that would be the gentlemanly thing to do." He agreed. "Let's go."

At the sound of the chairs being moved, Clark found his eyes glancing towards the tables where the three bikers were sitting. Or had been, anyway. His eyes widened when he spotted them approaching him and Amy, before he turned to look at her.

"Dickheads incoming." He warned her, causing her to look up at him for a moment.

"What do you-"

"Hey, hot stuff." Lud spoke up as they approached, causing Amy's gaze to snap towards him in surprise and Clark's eyes to widen in disbelief.

"Hey-"

"No one's talking to you, creepo." Joe interrupted Clark, scowling at the man as he spoke.

"We happened to notice you being harassed by this weirdo here, and we thought that it would be the nice thing to do to help you get away from him." Lud explained his rather twisted reasoning, laying his arm atop the back of Amy's booth and leaning closer to her. "So what do you say, hot cheeks?"

"I'd say that you need a breath mint." Amy replied, none too pleased at the man's words. "And that weirdo is my fiance, dumbass."

"Aw, you don't have to lie to us, girl." Rocky said with a smirk, raising an eyebrow. "We'll get you away from this creep."

"Even if I needed any sort of help from any of you," Amy began, setting her menu down as she glared at the three. "This man could put all of you on the ground without much problem."

"I doubt that." Joe said, smirking at Clark's irritated expression. "He doesn't look like he knows anything about fighting."

"Come on, sweet stuff." Lud said, leaning closer, to Amy's clear discomfort. "We'll get you away from this weirdo, and then all of us can have a little… fun."

As if to reinforce his words, as if Clark and Amy had no clue what he actually meant, Lud's free hand suddenly moved towards Amy's chest, and Amy let out a squeal of shock as the man grabbed her right breast, squeezing it roughly through her shirt.

"Hey, hands off, creep!" Amy shouted, scooting away from Lud in her booth as she immediately turned and kicked him in between his legs, causing the man's eyes to shoot wide as he dropped to the ground.

"Lud!" Rocky shouted, looking at his friend's pained form in surprise and Lud cupped himself in agony, before turning back towards Amy with a look of rage on his face. "You bitch! I'm gonna-"

The sound of fist hitting skin and bones breaking caught Rocky's attention, and he turned to look at the source, only to see a fist coming straight for his face.

Pain shot through his entire face as his nose was crushed under the force, most assuredly broken, but he had barely any time to register it before the face of Clark filled his vision, nothing but an expression of utter and absolute fury on his face.

"None of you are gonna touch her, fatass." Clark snarled as his hand wrapped itself around the large man's neck, and Rocky found himself lifted off the ground for a second, the sense of weightlessness accompanied only by the vice-like grip around his throat, before pain shot through his entire back as he was slammed down into a table.

He let out a groan as the grip left his throat, only to feel another fist slam into his face.

Then he was out like a light.

Clark turned to glare at the man who was still on the ground, cupping himself in pain, marching up to him without a second thought.

"Hey, get off me, asshole!" Lud shouted, though his voice was scratchy from the pain he was currently in as Clark grabbed him by the collar of his vest and yanked him up off the ground.

"Don't you dare touch my girl again, do you hear me?" Clark snarled, taking a fist off of the man's collar so that he could pull it back, squeezing it into a fist as he punched the man. "I will fucking kill you if you touch her again, do you hear me?"

"Screw you assh-" Lud was interrupted as Clark socked the man in the jaw once more, causing his head to snap back with a grunt.

"Wrong answer." Clark growled out, pulling Lud closer until his face was inches from Clark's own. "I catch you touching anybody else, I will put you in the ground and leave you to dig your way out, do you hear me?"

"Fuck you!" Lud raised his own fist up, throwing a punch as best as he could at Clark, only for him to realize why that was a bad idea.

As tough as Clark was, punching him was like trying to punch a brick wall. There was absolutely no give.

"OW!" Lud shouted in pain, before Clark headbutted the man, glaring at him with gritted teeth.

Lud immediately slumped in Clark's grip, falling unconscious from the force of the headbutt to his skull from Clark's own.

Dropping the man, Clark looked at Amy, his angry visage immediately becoming laced with concern. "Are you alright, Amy?"

"I'm fine." Amy nodded with a sigh of annoyance, looking at the site with a grimace. "Of course they couldn't leave us alone."

"I'm more pissed they had the nerve to touch you like I'm not even here." Clark admitted with a sigh, glaring down at the man he'd just knocked unconscious. "He's lucky I didn't take that arm off."

"Leave it." Amy said with a sigh as she sat back up in her seat. "I'd say we gave him a pretty good punishment." She said as she gave a smile up at Clark.

Clark let out a chuckle. "I'd say so." He nodded, before glancing towards the front counter. "Hey, Chrissy!"

Chrissy peaked out from behind the counter within the kitchen, and her eyes widened as she spotted the site before her. "Oh god, what did they do?"

"Groped Amy." Clark responded with an edge in his voice. "Get a hold of Ethan at the sheriff's office, get him down here."

Chrissy nodded without a second thought. "On it."

Clark let out a sigh as he glanced down at the bodies.

This hadn't gone as well as he would've liked.

---

A red sports car was approaching the museum, coming to a stop next to Optimus as it let out a wolf whistle.

"Sweet rims. 24 gauge?" Knock Out asked, sincerely complimenting the Autobot leader, before turning mischievous. "You're real heavy duty. Just like my friend here."

Behind them, the sound an engine roaring could be heard as Breakdown drove as fast as he could towards them. On the roof of his alt mode, a missile launcher ejected from the top, almost immediately firing a missile towards the museum.

Optimus reacted quickly, transforming into robot mode and turning on his heel just in time to catch the missile.

His grip was strong, but the force the missile was pushing with was considerable enough that it pushed him back towards the museum, his feet creating an ear piercing shrieking noise as they were dragged across the ground and up the steps.

Optimus managed to stop it, barely. The tip of the missile managed to touch the glass, and push it with enough force to send a web of cracks through it, but the glass stood.

Optimus turned to look towards the children inside the museum with wide worried eyes.

The four of them all turned to look at him, nervousness flooding through them at the site of the Autobot Leader having barely stopped a missile, pausing their actions for moving the Energon Harvester.

Once he was sure they weren't jeopardized, Optimus turned his attention back towards the parking lot to search for the Decepticons, only to be caught off guard by Knock Out, who'd snuck close to the Autobot Leader.

Optimus only had enough time to widen his eyes before Knock Out slammed his Energon Prod directly into the Autobot leader's neck.

Optimus' eyes shot wide as agony flowed through his entire body, the electricity lighting him up like fire.

Knock Out stepped out of the way as the Autobot Leader stumbled forward off the steps of the museum, dropping the missile in the process, before he collapsed to the ground, fighting unconsciousness.

Knock Out took the chance and hit the Bot while he was down, jumping onto Optimus back and slamming the Energon Prod into his neck once more, sending him into unconsciousness.

"DA-MMHP!"

"Shh!" Jack whispered urgently, snagging his girlfriend in his arms as he held his hand over her mouth. "Lida, you're gonna get us caught!"

Talida didn't seem to be listening, struggling in his grip as best she could, even though a part of her knew that she wasn't trained enough with her abilities to be much of a threat.

"It's Cons!" Raf gasped in horror.

"And they've got my dad!" Talida cried out when Jack finally let go of her mouth.

Once he was sure the Autobot leader was down, Knock Out flashed his headlights, which were situated on his chest, signaling for Breakdown to approach.

Breakdown immediately put his shifter in gear, his gas pedal sinking to the floor as his tires squealed with resistance against the ground before he took off.

The four humans/techno-organic inside all gasped in horror as they realized the Decepticons plan, their nervousness growing with every second that Breakdown approached.

Breakdown spotted Bumblebee and Arcee approaching from both sides of the museum, both gunning their engines as they drove towards him. The Decepticon immediately skidded to a stop, firing his missile at Bumblebee first.

The missile hit directly behind Bumblebee's vehicle mode, forcing him to transform into his robot mode as he bounced painfully across the ground.

Breakdown wasted no time turning his missile launcher on Arcee, firing without hesitation on the femme. Arcee managed to dodge a direct hit, but the missile landed directly on her right, the force of which sent her small vehicle form skidding to the side. She let out a grunt of pain as she slammed into the still rolling Bumblebee, forcing her into her own robot form as she faded into unconsciousness.

Breakdown's final opponent was his own arch enemy, however, as Bulkhead came running along the roof of the museum, before jumping down onto the ground, dashing towards Breakdown with a rage filled gaze.

Breakdown, who'd resumed his own charge, immediately spun into a stop, transforming as his vehicle mode began rotating, before using the momentum he'd built up as he finished the transformation, putting it all into his fist as he sent a powerful punch at his enemy, sending the Wrecker flying towards the museum.

Unfortunately for Knock Out, he happened to be in the way.

He only had time to let out a gasp of surprise before Bulkhead's large frame slammed into his considerably smaller one, sending them both careening into one of the museum pillars, completely destroying it.

Inside, Jack, Miko, Raf, and Talida had resumed moving the Energon Harvester into the scissor lift, hoping the Autobots had a handle on things, only to freeze once the alarm started blaring… right as the Energon Harvester fell into the Scissor lift.

As Knock Out recovered from the incident, his eyes widened and he let out a gasp as he spotted something that was very bad for he and Breakdown.

Optimus Prime was slowly getting to his feet.

Jumping to his own, Knock Out snagged his Energon Prod as he charged towards the Autobot Leader, jumping in the air as he pulled his arm back and charged the Energon Prod.

Optimus, however, saw the attack coming this time, and he quickly flipped onto his back, his arm snapping out and slamming into Knock Out's airborne form, sending the Decepticon Medic flying into unconsciousness, and away from Optimus himself.

---

"Come on!" Miko said, glancing towards the others. "It's time to make our getaway.

The exchange student immediately climbed off the scissor lift once Jack lowered it far enough, and scouted ahead towards the exit, keeping an eye out for the security guard as Jack guided the scissor lift to follow her.

As they ran down the hallway, Miko stopped ahead as she looked around for a way out, grinning slightly when she spotted a garage door, pressing the button to open it.

She ran towards the garage as the others moved to catch up, quickly moving over to the other side before the door was fully open.

Unfortunately, trouble waited on the other side.

Miko wasn't on the other side of the door for a second before a flashlight filled her vision, and she snapped to find herself staring up at a stern and ticked off security guard.

"Uh…" Miko wasn't really sure what to do in this scenario. "What's up?" She asked nervously.

"Better come with me, miss." The security guard said as he grabbed Miko's wrist, before dragging her to his office.

Jack, Talida, and Raf had climbed down off the scissor lift and managed to watch the entire incident.

"Not good." Jack ramarked with wide eyes as they watched the guard roughly push Miko into his office.

"Look!" Talida gasped, pointing towards the exit door where they could see what appeared to be Arcee's feet, indicating her approach.

"Arcee!" Jack gasped in relief as the trio immediately dashed towards the exit.

However, to their horror, the Cybertronian on the other side crouched down and lifted the door higher, revealing himself not to be Arcee, but Soundwave.

"It's Soundwave!" Raf gulped in horror.

---

Optimus had managed to climb to his feet as the effect of the Energon Prod wore off, only for the sound of a jet to enter his audio processors. Optimus turned to look towards the museum, only for horror to fill his being as he spotted Soundwave turning to take off.

With the Energon Harvester hanging under him.

"That would be game." Knock Out remarked with a smirk as he too spotted the Decepticon Communications Officer flying off with the Harvester, before transforming and driving off amidst the Autobot gunfire in his and Breakdown's direction.

Breakdown stood stiff for a few moments to give Knock Out time to create some distance, before transforming and following after him.

Arcee transformed into her vehicle mode and immediately gave chase, worry flooding through her over the concept of the Decepticons with and Energon Harvester, and anger over the fact that they'd viciously blindsided Optimus fueling her.

Bulkhead and Bumblebee moved to follow after her, only for Talida's voice to rang out.

"Guys, we have a problem!" Talida shouted, causing everyone's gazes to snap towards her, finding her, Jack, and Raf running in their direction, sans Miko.

"The Decepticons have the Harvester!" Jack informed them.

"And security has Miko!" Raf finished.

Bulkhead's eyes widened at the words, before they narrowed. "What?! I'm going in after her!"

"Bulkhead," Optimus spoke up, raising his hand to stop the Wrecker from making a mistake. "Miko may be detained, but she is safe from harm."

---

"I suppose that could've gone worse." Clark remarked with a sigh as he and Amy left Cullen's Country House.

After Sheriff Ethan Miller, who'd known Johnathan Kent since they were kids, had shown up, the three bikers were quickly taken away. Clark had to be temporarily detained while they took statements from both Chrissy and Amy, but Ethan had known from the get go that the biker's had set Clark off somehow.

The owner of the diner, Cullen Walker, had decided not to force Clark to pay for the damages to the table. Rather, he would finally be suing the three bikers for their mischief, finally fed up with their games.

After the police had left, Amy and Clark had been allowed to finally have a meal together in peace, though the mood had obviously been spoiled after the events with the bikers.

"It could've also been better." Amy added as she walked next to Clark, before smiling and wrapping herself around his arm. "But, we got to have our dinner, and Warrior Angel is still gonna be on for two more showings." She smiled as she looked up at Clark

Clark looked down at her for a moment, a smile slowly building on his face, before he reached over and scooped her up into his arms, causing her to gasp.

"The expressway it is." Clark joked, causing Amy to giggle as Clark took off towards the movie theater at superspeed.

---

"In all likelihood, Starscream and Malita will use the Harvester to gather a much Energon as they can from the planets otherwise unmineable Energon deposits. Approach with extreme caution." Optimus instructed as he bridged all of the Autobots to different locations, with the exception of Bulkhead. "Bulkhead, it is best that you remain here."

"So that I can Miko out of the museum?" Bulkhead asked eagerly, a hopeful tone in his voice.

"So you can help Ratchet." Optimus immediately shot down the idea. "You may be Miko's guardian, but she requires human assistance." He informed the wrecker. "Agent Fowler remains her best option." He declared as he moved towards his daughter.

"You get hurt out there, Ratchet and Arcee will be the least of your worries." Talida threatened, though there was no real bite to it, worry hidden in her voice.

"I always tread carefully, Talida." Optimus assured as he kissed her forehead. "Now if I only I could say the same for you."

"I'm always careful." Talida mumbled under her breath as Optimus transformed and drove through the GroundBridge.

"Yes, totally." Jack said sarcastically, earning a murderous glare from his girlfriend. "Don't give me that look, you were the one who was always getting us in trouble as kids. Remember Mr. Kent's weed eater?"

"Shut up!" Talida immediately snapped, wide-eyed. "Don't speak of it!"

Jack raised his hands in surrender, but a playful smirk was still present on his face.

Krystal suddenly had a thought. "Hey Tally? We're you being careful when you took that lighter and Daddy's deodorant and-"

"Shh!" Talida shushed desperately, wide-eyed. "Your Dad will kill me if he finds out I did that!"

"Oh!" Krystal said, wide-eyed. "Sorry!"

Meanwhile, as Raf only got Fowler's voicemail as he tried to reach the government agent once more.

"Still no answer." He told Bulkhead dejectedly.

"Fowler's lounging around some poolside cabana." Bulkhead growled in frustration, slamming his fist down on the nearest table, which unfortunately also meant he crushed one of Ratchet's tools.

"Bulkhead, I needed that!" Ratchet cried out in disbelief as he looked at his mangled tool.

"We can free Miko if we can just return that Harvester to the museum." Bulkhead said.

"That's kind of a bad idea, Bulkhead." Talida said, looking at her godfather sadly. "We can't let the Decepticons get it, and taking it back to the museum will only mean the Decepticons can steal it again."

Bulkhead opened his mouth to respond, only to close it as he realized Talida was right. "I'm so dumb!" Bulkhead moaned.

"So, how are we gonna help Miko?" Krystal asked curiously.

"By returning this replica to the museum." Ratchet answered the teen, before sighing in frustration. "The construction of which would be going a whole lot faster if Bulkhead hadn't just mangled my frame welder!"

"We're already trespassers and thieves." Jack remarked with a sigh.

"Why not add forgery to the list?" Talida asked sarcastically.

Bulkhead ground in frustration. "I wish I had never taken Miko to the-" Bulkhead suddenly stopped.

"What is it, Bulkhead?" Krystal asked when the wrecker went silent.

"The painting of the Harvester sn't the only thing we found at those ruins!" Bulkhead revealed.

"I'm sorry?" Ratchet asked, processing what Bulkhead had just said.

"Starscream and Malita aren't dumb!" Bulkhead replied. "No matter what kind of tool they have, they're gonna take the easy route!"

"Well, you're not going without me." Talida proclaimed.

Jack, Bulkhead, and Ratchet all looked at her with odd looks on their faces.

"Nope." Ratchet said with a shake of his head.

"Uh-uh." Bulkhead denied as well.

"Not happening." Jack interjected.

"Oh come on!" Talida said with a sigh of frustration. "Please?!"

"I will call Clark, Tally." Jack threatened with narrowed eyes, pulling out his phone.

Talida crossed her arms as she pouted. "Jerk."

---

"So, why do you want to watch Warrior Angel?" Amy asked, looking at Clark with a raised eyebrow. "He can do basically everything you can. He can just fly too."

Clark nodded. "Yeah… I didn't really want to watch it because of that." he admitted, looking at Amy. "I am curious to see how well they portray having these kinds of abilities." He explained with a smile. "I mean, it's not as easy as people might think."

Amy looked at Clark when she heard those words, her gaze softening. "I won't lie. I know what you can do, I've seen first hand what you can do, and yet, it still blows my mind how well you can pass yourself off as a regular guy."

Clark turned to look at Amy for a moment with a raised eyebrow.

Amy seemed to rethink her question with her expression. "I'm sorry, that came out wrong. It's just…"

"What?" Clark asked, a small smile on his face. "What's up?"

"Let's not beat around the bush. You are this god-like being, Clark." Amy said, looking up at Clark with a serious gaze. "You have more power than most nuclear weapons, and more speed than most fighter jets. And yet… despite seeing you use your powers in action, it's so hard for me to imagine you as anything other than an ordinary man."

"We both know I'm not though." Clark couldn't help but remark with a small smile.

"I know." Amy nodded with a sigh. "But that's not the point. What I'm saying is, it's hard to believe there's more to my fiance than just a Nevada farm boy."

Clark's smile turned to an appreciative grin at her words. "I'll take that as a compliment." He said, leaning down and kissing her temple.

Amy smiled at the gesture as she turned to look up at Clark. "So, how long is this movie, anyway?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"About an hour and a half." Clark responded as he turned back towards the movie theater, opening the door and holding it for Amy.

"Good." Amy said with a nod. "That way, we'll have some extra free time to ourselves." She said with a suggestive smirk.

Clark let out a laugh. "Woman, you just got some this morning." He said, looking at Amy with a raised eyebrow, grinning.

"What can I say?" Amy said with a shrug of her shoulders, pretending to be careless. "With the house to ourselves for the day, we need to take advantage of it." She said, her eyes turning suggestive as she looked up at Clark. "Who knows, I may not be able to focus on the movie…"

Clark's eyes widened, before he let out a sigh. "Well, there goes any chance I had of actually watching this movie."

Amy only giggled as Clark moved towards the ticket stand.

---

"Why move mountains now when we have the motherload of Energon, right here for the taking?" Starscream asked rhetorically, eyeing the Energon Harvester in his hands. "Courtesty of this gift from the Ancient Autobots."

"Uh, actually, Commander Starscream, it was a gift from Breakdown and myself." Knock out corrected, raising an eyebrow.

Starscream let out a sigh, irritated at being referred to as Commander instead of Lord, and turned the Harvester in the direction of Knock Out and Breakdown, who's eyes shot wide at the site.

Starscream activated the Harvester, and both Knock Out and Breakdown barely managed to avoid the beam that blasted from the device.

The Vehicon behind them, however, did not.

The beam struck the Vehicon without mercy, sucking every last bit of Energon from his veins as he got rapidly weaker.

The site was ghoulish, even if it was just a drone, watching the Energon being completely drained with just a simple little device.

Breakdown and Knock Out watched in horror, while Starscream watched in fascination, and Malita watched, curiosity running through her.

Finally, after a few more choked out gasps, the Vehicon collapsed, offline, drained of it's Energon.

"All that Energon… in such a small little device…" Malita couldn't help but whisper as she looked at the Energon Harvester in awe.

"Those Ancient Autobots never missed a trick, Lord Starscream, Lady Malita!" Knock Out said, his tone noticeably filled with nervousness, which is understandable considering what just happened.

Starscream scowled and aimed the Harvester at them again, causing them to flinch away,

Starscream smirked at the display while Malita rolled her eyes at her lover's antics, before Starscream turned around and aimed the Harvester at the Energon, using it to mine deposits that should be unmineable.

Meanwhile, Bulkhead had arrived in time to witness the events unfolding. Quietly, he slid down the hill and began to quietly but quickly make his way towards them.

Unfortunately, fate would not be kind to Bulkhead.

The sound of glass shattering echoed through the air, causing Breakdown and Knock Out's attention to snap towards the Wrecker, who let out a moan of irritation.

"Oh scrap."

"Back for seconds?" Breakdown taunted as unfolded his hammer, while Knock Out equipped his Energon Prod.

The two moved to flank Bulkhead, taking opposite sides as they prepared to take on the Wrecker. Bulkhead looked between the two, wide-eyed, unsure of how to counter this particular conundrum.

So, he did the first thing that came to mind.

Say what you will about his size, Bulkhead could be pretty nimble when he wanted to be.

RIght as they were close enough to attack, Bulkhead ducked, causing Breakdown to nail Knock Out square with his hammer, incapacitating the Decepticon Medic and sending his Energon Prod flying.

Breakdown had just enough time to process what he'd done and realize Bulkhead had caught the prod, before Bulkhead jammed the active Energon Prod into the blue mech's neck, incapacitating him.

Bulkhead enjoyed the site of his enemy twitching on the ground in agony for a few moments, before he turned towards Starscream and Malita.

Just in time to widen his eyes.

In the next second, he felt himself growing sluggish, his strength weakening as the Energon Harvester was used on him, siphoning the Energon from his being.

The Wrecker groaned, collapsing to the ground as the strength left him, his eyes moving up to look at the seeker using the Harvester on him.

"You're a big one." Starscream smirked. "This could take a while."

Bulkhead growled at Starscream's words. The Decepticon was right, it would take a while to drain Bulkhead of his Energon.

Which gave Bulkhead the time he needed.

With a grunt of determination, Bulkhead slowly but surely dragged himself to his feet, before he was forcing himself to take step after step, slowly closing the distance between him and Starscream in spite of the Harvester.

Both Starscream and Malita could only watch in disbelief, too stunned at the site to move.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Starscream asked in a panicked tone as the Wrecked approached.

"What I do best." Bulkhead growled as he snapped his arm forward, snagging the Energon Harvester despite it still being active. "Breaking things!"

Starscream could only gasp in Bulkhead's fist slammed into his helm, crushing it between the fist and the rock wall behind him, causing his grip on the Harvester to slacken.

Bulkhead pulled the device from the now unconscious seeker's grasp, glaring at it in his own for a moment, before he crushed the device with a grunt.

Still woozy from the effects of the Harvester, the Wrecker dizzily turned away, before throwing the Harvester into the sky, allowing all the energy within to break free in a vibrant explosion.

And then Bulkhead collapsed.

Breakdown and Knock Out, who had recovered from Bulkhead's earlier attack, looked on with sadistic joy at the site.

"He's a glutton for punishment." Knock Out said, sparking his Energon Prod, while Breakdown gave an evil chuckle in response.

Any fun they might've had though was interrupted before it began by the sound of a GroundBridge swirling to life behind them.

They turned just in time to see Optimus Prime, Arcee, and Bumblebee come barreling out of the vortex, transforming in mid-air and raining gunfire down upon the two in defense of their comrade.

"Fight?" Breakdown asked eagerly.

Knock Out only took a second to study the odds. "Mm, drive." He corrected, turning away and transforming into vehicle mode, Breakdown following his lead as the two drove away.

Starscream looked at the approaching Autobots, before growling in anger, scooping up Malita as he jumped into the air and transformed, flying off.

The three approached their downed comrad, looking at him in concern as he blinked his optics, looking at them weakly.

"Hey…" He greeted weakly.

---

"I hated that movie." Clark grumbled as he let Amy down on her feet as they arrived home.

Amy couldn't help but to let out a giggle. "Clark, it's a movie, what did you expect?"

"Common sense?" Clark retorted with a raised eyebrow.

Amy responded with a raised brow of her own.

"Okay." Clark relented with a sigh. "I get your point." He said as he moved towards the door, unlocking the door and opening it.

Amy laughed as she followed him inside. "It's just a movie, Clark. It doesn't mean anything about you."

"I know." Clark said as Amy shut the door behind them. "I guess it's just… I was expecting them to show what it'd be like to have those powers… not glamourize it."

Amy smiled. "I don't know… I think I'd like to have those powers of yours." She remarked, causing Clark's to look at her in surprise.

"Really?" He asked with a raised eyebrow as Amy walked into the kitchen.

"Sure." Amy said with a smile. "You wouldn't have to worry about hurting me every time you touch me." She remarked as she opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water as she turned towards Clark. "You could be a little more relaxed." She said as she took a drink, before her gaze turned playful. "Or a little more forceful." She added, her eyes suddenly drooping suggestively.

Clark's eyes widened at her words, before they narrowed at the hidden meaning behind them. "What's that supposed to mean?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, you know…" Amy said off hand as walked over to the kitchen table, setting the water bottle down on the table as she glanced towards Clark. "You can cut loose…" She said once more, before turning to look at Clark with a lustful gaze. "Really show me who's boss…"

Clark's eyes widened once more when Amy wiggled her hips suggestively, before they narrowed, and a smirk made its way onto his face. "Woman, I will show you who's boss right now." He said as he moved closer to Amy.

Amy gave Clark a challenging look. "Then do it."

That was all Clark needed.

Amy gasped when she felt Clark's hands on her stomach, pulling her into a standing position so that her back was snug against Clark's chest.

Turning her gaze up at home, she gladly let him catch her in a kiss as he grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up past her breasts.

Clark paused for a moment when he realized something.

"No bra?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow, glancing down at her bare breasts, now exposed to the world.

Amy smirked. "Would've just gotten in the way." She replied, glancing up at Clark with a knowing smirk.

Clark's eyes widened at her words. "You were planning something like this the entire time, weren't you?" He asked in surprise, to which Amy nodded.

"I meant it when I said we were taking advantage of having the house to ourselves." She grinned, before her hand lashed up and caught the back of his head, pulling him down into a heated kiss for a moment. "Now come on." She said when they separated, smirking. "Show me who's boss."

Clark didn't need to be told twice.

"Bend over." Clark ordered, firmly pushing Amy back over the table, eliciting a gasp from the woman as she placed her hands against the table to support herself. "Get your boots off."

Amy immediately did as she was told, kicking her boots off to the side as best as she could, leaving her standing in her socks.

She could feel Clark's body pressed against her back as he reached around her and fiddled with her belt, easily undoing it before tugging at her pants, inadvertently tearing the button off in his excitement.

Not that Amy minded. She had plenty of other jeans to wear.

Clark gripped both her panties and her pants in one go, and easily pulled them down her waist and down her legs. Almost on instinct, she stepped out of them as well, kicking them off to the side and leaving them strewn about on the floor.

"Clark?" Amy couldn't help but say his name questioningly as she turned to look back at him when he suddenly let go of her.

Her gaze landed on him just in time to witness him literally rip his pants open, his belt already undone, allowing his member to spring free and stand on edge. At the site of it, Amy couldn't help but to gaze at it in excitement.

"You wanna know who's boss?" Clark asked in a husky tone, his eyes lidded with lust as he gripped himself with one hand, while his other one planted itself on the small of her back, keeping her bent over as he lined himself up.

Amy knew what she was getting into when she goaded Clark, but still, his sudden thrust into her ripped a large gasp out of her as her walls were quickly stretched and forced to accommodate him.

"Oh god- Ngh!" She was interrupted as Clark almost immediately went to work, one hand running up and gripping her shoulder as another gripped her hips as he thrust into her womanhood with vigor, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the air.

"Who's the boss?" Clark growled out, enjoying the sense of control he had over her as he pretty much slammed home with every thrust, his rod pulsing with need as he took his prize.

This wasn't lovemaking in any sense of the word. This was a hard and pure fucking between two willing participants.

"Y-You-Aah! You a-are!" Amy managed to stutter out between a cacophony of moans, gasps, and screams as Clark's large member stretched her walls with every single thrust into her core.

"That's right." Clark grunted as he rammed himself into her love canal hard and fast, completely taking control. "Now what's the proper word?"

"C-Clar-AHH!"

The sound of skin hitting skin echoed through as a quick, stinging pain that was a little more welcome than it should've been echoed through Amy's ass, as Clark gave it a rough slap.

"Not that one." He growled, leaning down over her and gripping her ass as he put his mouth next to her ear. "The other one."

"Sir?" Amy questioned, though she had a feeling that one wasn't correct either, though, through the rapid pounding Clark was giving her at the moment, it was a little hard to focus on anything else at the moment."

"No." Clark said, causing Amy to give a yelp as he slapped her ass once more. "It starts with a D…"

Amy was panting, trying to keep up with Clark's rapid rhythm as he rammed her core with force. She'd pretty much stopped supporting herself at this point, Clark's grip on her shoulder holding her up.

Every single time he slammed his hips into hers, the table under them would jolt from the force of his thrusts.

"D-Daddy!" Amy cried out, finally figuring out through the haze of lust which word Clark was looking for. "H-Harder, D-Ngh! Harder D-Daddy!" She cried out, spurring Clark on as best as she could.

"That's it!" Clark said, giving a pervers smirk as he wrapped his arms around Amy, one hooking under her armpit and wrapping around her neck, while the other one wrapped around her stomach.

Amy had to admit, despite the reduced airflow, Clark's grip on her neck somehow made the experience all the more exciting, and it made her wonder if she was more than a little twisted in the head.

But she enjoyed it nonetheless, as Clark took what belonged only to him, and she was happy to give it.

"Harder, Daddy!" Amy encouraged once more, especially once she felt the familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm. Clark's grunts of pleasure were her only response, which wasn't much of a shock. Lovemaking was one thing, but after a certain point, Clark almost never spoke with anything other than grunts and groans when it was just pure, adulterated sex.

Clark's grip and her tightened slightly, and Amy knew she'd have bruises on her when they were done.

That wasn't even mentioning how hard it would be to walk.

But she wouldn't complain.

"I'm g-gonna c-cum!" Amy warned Clark as her legs began shaking, trying to hold back her orgasm until Clark gave the all clear that it was okay. "I-I'm gonn-n-na-!"

"Do it…" Clark whispered lustfully, huskily into her ear. "Let it all out…"

Amy couldn't hold it anymore, and if it weren't for Clark's arms wrapped around her, she would've collapsed. Her orgasm washed over her like a wave from an ocean, chills of pleasure running down her entire body as she let out a scream of pure bliss, her walls gripping Clark's member like a vice as she came.

As usual, Clark came undone almost immediately after she did, the tightening of her pussy becoming too much of a sensation and sending him into his own climax as his cock twitched within her, sending his sperm deep into her womb.

Amy let out a moan of pleasure as the sticky substance sent a warm, comforting sensation through her body, as she panted, coming down from her orgasm as best as she could on shaky legs.

Only to gasp when Clark suddenly thrust into her again.

"You wanted me to show you who's boss? Well… I'll tell you now…" He leaned closer, and his voice became a hushed, lust filled whisper, almost inaudible. "I won't be done with you for a few hours…"

And then Clark was thrusting into her over sensitive womanhood once more, and Amy had the feeling that provoking Clark may not have been such a good idea.

Oh well… as she was thrown into another fit of screaming and moaning, she knew…

She wouldn't regret it.

---

At the museum, daylight was beginning to flood through the city as the sun began to rise, and inside, Miko was explaining chipperly to the security guard about her history report, which she managed to remember under stress.

"...of course, there's the whole principle of Deus Ex Machina, the God of the Machine. That's the part in Greek storytelling where some character shows up out of the blue to make everything right." She finished her explanation to the security guard, who actually yawned in the middle of it, admittedly bored to tears.

"That so, young lady?" He asked sarcastically once he realized she was done. "Well, I'm sure the police would love to hear all about your history report." He said, to Miko's chagrin.

However, a loud banging from the other side of the door caught their attention, before the door opened, and someone entered without permission, someone who Miko recognized.

"Special Agent William Fowler." The man introduced himself as he flashed his badge to the security guard. "The Stolen property has been located and restored to museum premises."

At Fowler's words, the security guard turned towards the camera's specifically, the one pointed towards the Poseidon statue. To his disbelief, Fowler was right, as the statue was now complete once more with the golden orb.

"The girl comes with me." Fowler said, leaving no room for debate as he pulled Miko to her feet, before reaching into his jacket and pulling out a very familiar device. "You dropped your cell phone. Found it on the floor." He said as he guided Miko towards the door, before giving one last look at the guard. "Right next to your history report!"

With those words, he slammed the door shut, leaving the guard to look at the cameras in disbelief once more.

Outside, Fowler led Miko out towards the entrance of the museum, before she gasped in excitement as she spotted Bulkhead approaching.

"Off you go." Fowler said with a smile as he gestured towards Bulkhead. Miko gave him an excited thumbs up before she bolted towards Bulkhead, climbing into his passenger seat.

"Great timing Bulk!" Miko said with a smile. "I was running out of history factoids! Stuff I didn't even know I knew!"

"Looks like your smarter than you let on." Bulkhead remarked, mirroring the same words Miko had said to him the day before.

"Under pressure." Miko retorted with a raised eyebrow.

"Me too." Bulkhead admitted in an amused tone. "Anyway, let's get back to base. I need to drop off Krystal at home." He explained. "She spent the night at the base."

"Really?" Miko asked in surprise. "Is she even awake?"

"Probably not." Bulkhead admitted. "Do you think you can help get her in here?" He asked Miko, who nodded with a smile.

"Are you kidding? Of course I'll help! Kryssie's like the little sister I never had!" Miko said in excitement.

Bulkhead let out a chuckle. "I feel the same way." He said as they rode away from the museum.

Back at the museum steps, Fowler continued to smile at the site of the two leaving.

"I'll make sure to let Fowler know I covered for him." Fowler muttered… before his entire form seemed to seamlessly warp and shift, turning green for only a moment…

And then, in Fowler's place stood someone else.

General Calvin Swanwick.