Author's Notes: Keep those reviews coming; I just love hearing how everyone loves these chapters, this might be a short chapter, but it features everybodies favorite villain Green Goblin and his almost forgotten plots. And so without further hoopla on my part...

One again the red and black Audio Cassette zips across the night sky with the Transformers logo in the background and converts mid-flight into Laserbeak, the Decepticon condor fires a burst of laser from his optics and seems to let out a screeching cry. "We now Return to the Transformers."


Norman Osborn sighed as once again the mundane days of business made him contemplate taking off as the Green Goblin to wreck a little havoc and unwind pent up frustrations; his plans to seek vengeance for that Rutherford character had been delayed due to his brief abduction by Cobra and now he had dealings with Mister Blackrock to finalize before he could attempt to come up with the perfect scheme.
And then too there was the overwhelming urge to go out and discover the identity of Spider-Girl; he was highly interested and intrigued by this person, ever since the time he'd caused the Parkers to lose their unborn child he'd carefully followed up making sure that the pretty little red head didn't get pregnant again and ruin his little scheme. But in recent years he'd had trouble with that; Mary Jane kept switching doctors randomly and it took him a while to find out which one she was currently seeing, as such he had no idea if she was pregnant again or not, but it would explain where this one had come from if she was a future or alternate child of Peter's.
Still; it would be nigh impossible to find that out without knowing which doctor Mary Jane was seeing, and in all honesty there was the very real possibility that she stopped seeing a practical doctor, Connors or Richards could suffice just as well considering their field of expertise. Ah well; no sense in driving himself crazy, or rather crazier then he already was trying to unravel the secret, in all honesty she'd probably vanish after Rutherford took care of this assignment he was here on. Turning back to the business at hand he let out another sigh and continued to bone up on his knowledge of Mister Blackrock and his enterprises.


"It does my heart good to see Rogue and Al making the most of what little time they may have together." Ororo remarked casually after Al had left to discuss with the person on the other line in private; Rogue was off packing already.

"Yes, I must admit he is good for her." Xavier agreed with a slight nod; Logan growled under his breath and shot a glare at where Al had been.

"If he hurts her though; I don't care how fond I'm growin' of him he'll get a lesson he won't soon forget." He stated with a snort as if that was the final word to be had on the subject.

"He does have a rather, peculiar way about him though." Emma noted with a slight frown. "Reminds me a little of our students." She added; Banshee laughed at that, he hadn't said much about the honorary X-Man, but then again he wasn't here to get to know him. He was simply escorting Emma for her own protection; the Hellfire club was making noise again and they'd promised vengeance.

"How is Generation X of late?" Jean wondered curiously; Banshee shrugged.

"As best as can be expected; they still need a little work when it comes to team play, I was hoping Jubilee, Kitty and Magik could come back as honors students." He returned eyeing the jovially gossiping teens; Jubilee shrugged.

"Sure; after Al leaves maybe, right now we want to see him in action more, we hardly do as it is now." She admitted; Xavier looked like he was about to say something when Al came back into the room looking around as if expecting to see someone.

"Rogue has already gone to pack if you'll recall." Hank reminded; Al nodded and turned to leave.

"What did that person want?" Piotr asked curiously. "You sounded pleased to hear from her." He noted. "And why did you call her sister?" He added; Al squirmed slightly and turned back around to face the X-Men.

"Can't tell you that Colossus, confidential and all that; kind of like who Spider-Man is or some of the secrets I still know surrounding Cobra." He returned evasively. "Apparently though she wanted to let me know that Amy's been allowed to stay here at the Starlight Mansion indefinitely until we can reunite on Earth Prime." He revealed with a happy sigh; Remy flipped a card his way and he deftly caught it, it was the King of Hearts.

"Good for you Mon Ami." He congratulated. "Does dis mean you be seein' the petit again?" He wondered; Al shrugged.

"Hopefully, I've still got so many questions for Jerrica and the others; they actually know about Roma and I don't like keeping them in the dark about the truth if that's the case." He stated; Bobby eyed him incredulously while many of the others offered a brief nod of understanding, Al suddenly sighed as he glanced down at this body.

"What's wrong Bub? Feelin' sorry for yerself again?" He quipped; though not in any mean spirited way.

"No; actually I was just thinking about that dream again, I'm still kind of a little disappointed to wake up in the flesh, so to speak." He revealed with a tiny smirk; Magik regarded him uncertainly.

"Why?" She wondered; Al chuckled slightly.

"Because ever since I was a kid I've wanted to be More than Meets the Eye." He replied. "And the dream kind of cruelly gave me a taste of that; still it's also probably portending to the fact that I will have to face ol' bullet head face to face, proverbially speaking." He added with a little shake of his head.

"If that is the case do try and be careful." Hank stated.

"Da, we would not want to see you injured fighting opponents more powerful then you." Piotr added; Al shook his head and moved to head upstairs.

"No worries man; as I told Amy, I've had more then enough experience in dealings with Megatron, Yesssss. And besides; he can't kill me even if he tried." He finished before leaving.

"I fear our companion has acquired a swelled head due to his invulnerable status." Hank noted concernedly; Jean nodded.

"Perhaps getting taken down a peg would be a good thing." She remarked.

"In that case I have a feelin' ol' Kilowatt is goin' ta get more then he bargained for." Logan stated confidently a feral grin spread across his features; the others shared a sense of unease with their expressions, but no one further broached the subject.


Morning at the Ark was considered typical; at least typical for giant sentient robots from an alien world, with the Decepticons now in control of the Infinity Engine Optimus Prime had ordered a series of practice drills for the worst case scenario. Currently assigned to this morning's drill were Sideswipe, a mostly red and black Autobot who became a Lamborghini Countach, Sunstreaker, his yellow and black twin although they didn't share similar body structures who converted into an alternate version of the Lamborghini Countach.
The mostly blue and white Formula-One race car known as Mirage who had a built in cloaking device and Trailbreaker a mostly black robot who had the power to generate force fields and who transformed into a Toyota four wheel drive Hilux. Optimus Prime watched them working as a team protecting mock ups of human civilians and facing down fake Decepticons built from a mishmash of parts combined from destroyed Sentinels, spare scrap lying about the Ark and other items of indescribable origins. They were doing a pretty good job of it too; except of course for Sunstreaker's usual vain arrogance and attitude when it came to the Human side of the missions, and Mirage's constant vanishing act as he used his cloaking device for sneak attacks without Trailbreakers' authorization.

"Optimus is it ok if I go out to see Buster, he should be getting out of school by now." Bumblebee spoke up startling the great leader from his observations; he sounded a little worried for their human friend and for good reason, he'd been targeted many times by Decepticons in the past.

"Ok Bumblebee, but keep in constant radio communication." Prime ordered with a smile visible slightly in his optics; Bumblebee nodded acting almost like a little kid or perhaps over eager teenager and quickly converted into his Volkswagen Beetle mode before racing out of the Ark.

"Optimus can you come down to my lab; I think we should discuss the failsafe option." Wheeljack's voice cut in via communication; Prime sighed and raised an arm up to his face, a tiny flip up panel rose revealing the imbedded communications device common to most Cybertronians.

"Understood Wheeljack, but I still don't approve." He noted; Wheeljack could be heard moving something to one side and then a light though bitter laugh was heard.

"I know, but there's something I think we should discuss." He stated inferring that more might be going on then Prime knew; Optimus sighed again and quickly left his post heading deeper into the Ark towards Wheeljack's lab.


Blitzwing was feeling edgy again; he wanted to be out there trashing Autobots, but Megatron had confined all the Decepticons to the base. Some for repairs; others just because he didn't want to chance anything messing up their latest scheme involving the Infinity Engine, still Blitzwing wasn't one to normally sit around and stay calm for long. He liked blowing things up; being cooped up in this stifling environment was starting to get on his nerves, Astrotrain wouldn't even take him off to one of Saturn's moons where there was no way the Autobots could discover his destructive rampage. The Insecticons were also starting to grate on his nerves and Starscream's constant edginess was also getting to him, of course in Starscream's case it was all because Megatron now had the key to ultimate power and he was going to be left in the lurch again.

"Blitzwing." Soundwave's sudden voice interrupted his thoughts; the triple changer glanced up to find the communications officer standing in the entranceway to this particular area, he'd forgotten where he was precisely.

"What is it?" Blitzwing countered roughly; Soundwave took a few steps into the room and glanced around briefly.

"Megatron wishes your assistance with Shockwave's repairs; the Constructicons must discover the secrets of the Engine and have no free time." He informed; Blitzwing sighed, now he had to go play grease monkey.

"All right, but they'd better figure it out soon or I'm gonna show them the meaning of torture." Blitzwing grumbled stalking from the room intent on at least some task; Soundwave didn't say anything in return and instead ejected one of his cassettes silently.

"Watch him; he is growing dangerously close to mental breakdown." He ordered; Ravage growled softly and slinked from the room rendering himself invisible in the process.


Hank dropped us off on the outskirts of Portland in the Blackbird, after a fond farewell and added note of encouragement he left and we headed into the city proper; Rogue at my side in a cute looking tee-shirt and shorts. The city was definitely different from New York; numerous money grabbers and scam artists had set up dummy operations claiming to be in tight with either the Autobots or Decepticons and they'd offer protection from collateral damages, for a fee of course.
Here G. B. Blackrock had his hands in everything; the man was like a clone of Tony Stark only without the secret identity and wore glasses if I wasn't mistaken, there were also noticeable facial differences. He had been one of a group of promising businessmen in the early Eighties alongside such other familiar names as Stane and Gabor until the Decepticons started stealing his resource facilities for their own energy and supply needs. Now he was just another fossil fuel mogul with a monopoly in Oregon alone; just about as big as Domo or something of equal mediocrity, in short a ruined power grabber, a washed up tycoon, a… Well that wasn't really important in the long run.
After checking into a nice hotel we had lunch at the Blackrock Motor Race Way catching a few charity races just to kill a bit of time; I hadn't decided yet on how best to approach the Autobots, but at least I had found out where Witwicky's garage was. Our next stop however was the park where we could take a leisurely stroll; it wasn't the same as a picnic in Central Park, but it was nice and romantic and it got me another kiss out of Rogue… Annalisse. Finally it came time to get down to business; at least in the sense that those used car parts wouldn't wait forever, and neither would good old Sparkplug Witwicky if I recalled my comics right.

"Mister Witwicky?" I called glancing around interestedly at the inside of the mechanics garage; the place was bigger then I would have thought, and looked as though someone had rebuilt it as recently as three years ago. "Mister Witwicky it's Mister Rutherford; we spoke on the phone about a Fifty-Five Ford." I elaborated just in case he hadn't recognized my voice; after all the call had been made a long time ago.

"Be wit' ya in a sec." An elderly mans' voice called from deeper inside the garage.

"When exactly did yah call him Sugah?" Rogue wondered being careful to keep her voice low; there was a tendency for voices to echo in places like this and what I might say could possibly disturb Witwicky.

"I forget which day, but I think it was shortly after Amy's arrival." I replied equally low; Witwicky arrived then, he was a slightly heavy set man in his early fifties with slightly graying hair at the temples. He was wearing grease stained coveralls and rubbing his hands with an equally dirty rag; all in all the typical mechanic stereotype, yet this was a man who was more then just a mechanic, he'd been one of the first humans to interact with the Transformers almost twenty years ago in nineteen eighty-four. If the comics were completely accurate he even tricked the Decepticons by spiking their fuel reserves at the time; this man also suffered from a weak heart or at least had suffered a stroke at the time and could most likely suffer one again if not careful.

"Mister Rutherford, Sparkplug Witwicky." He greeted reaching out to shake hands, I politely returned the gesture with a slight smile. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't be showing up." He added with a light chuckle.

"Yes well you know how busy one can get unexpectedly." I returned by way of apology to that fact; the man brushed it aside. "This is my girlfriend, who also conveniently doubles as my assistant when needed." I continued introducing Rogue. "Rebecca." I finished easily slipping back into the comfortable lie; although part of me wished she didn't keep her true name such a carefully guarded secret, it was so beautiful.

"I see, you ain't one of those rich eccentrics who tinkers with cars and ruins them are ya?" He asked with a suspicious look as he shook hands with Rogue; I smirked slightly at that.

"No I'm a mechanic for one of those wealthy eccentrics." I supplied with a sigh, there was an unwritten rule when it came to infiltration; even in the basest sense of the practice, always find some common ground with the person you're trying to befriend.

"Oh, I guess he did a number on that car then; my condolences I hate to see a good vehicle desecrated like that." He offered with a sigh of his own before returning to the matter at hand. "You say you need parts for a fifty-five Ford, what exactly are ya lookin' for?" He wondered.

"Just about everything, brake lines, fluid intake valve, radiator, windshield, door frames… Come to think of it doors would be better. The list goes on; they really did a number on the ol' girl." I elaborated exasperatedly; he nodded in sympathetic understanding and turned to head back into the recesses of the building.

"Well let's see what we can't dig up." He remarked with a chuckle; and so we spent the better part of the remainder of the day rustling up the parts I required, we actually managed to find almost every part needed, which was a little of a surprise and totally appreciated. While I was paying him for all the excess scrap soon to be turned back into a classic vehicle a young blonde haired boy; I guessed to be around seventeen showed up, Sparkplug introduced him as his youngest son Buster.

"Well Mister Witwicky you've been a real help." I stated extending my gratitude with another handshake.

"Think nothin' of it Rutherford, always pleased to help a fellow mechanic. You need anythin' else just give me a call." He offered with a friendly smile. "Here Buster'n' me'll help ya with these to your car." He added.

"Car?" I remarked suddenly remembering how we'd gotten here on foot. "Ah hell I knew there was something else we were supposed to do before coming here." I sighed eliciting a chuckle from Rogue who hadn't said much during the scavenger hunt.

"Ah thought spendin' time with me was good enough." She teased; I glared at her with mock annoyance before I grabbed her arm and gave her a kiss.

"That won't solve the transport problem, but it was nice." I remarked before turning to Buster. "Didn't I see you pull up in a car young man?" I inquired.

"Uh, yeah I guess, but you'd never fit all this in that little Volkswagen." He countered indicating the substantially large pile of parts.

"Well we can certainly try son." Sparkplug stated eager to accommodate such a well paying customer; although he did look a little nervous about it. "Let's start loadin'." He exclaimed slapping his hands together.

To Be Continued; Uh oh; looks like Bumblebee might be in for a bit of trouble. Will Rutherford find out his secret... Oh wait; he already knows his secret LOL. Still; can Bumblebee and Buster keep from discovering Rutherford's secrets? Find out next time in the Amazing Adventures of the Transformers... Wait that's not the title and haven't I forgotten something?

Optimus Prime "You certainly have."

Once again the F-15 Military Jet streaks across a night sky with the Transformers logo behind it; transforming into the familiar form of the dreaded Air Commander Starscream he takes a shot at an unseen enemy and lands. "The Transformers Will Return after these Messages."