Update: I'm redoing a few of my beginning chapters. Ch.1 I changed a lot, and I already have that completed. I'll be updating that after I update this.

AN: So I bring in Alice! Poor Sam, he'll never French again!

Concerning Revenge of the Fallen plot line: Obviously I am going to be following that a bit, but not by much. All four teens still haven't graduated yet, so it's only been about a year since Mission City. Not two. I'm debating whether there will be a Leo in this or not. I kind of liked him and kind of didn't, but I didn't because he got more screen time than Miles. The aft. I also wanted Alice in because I wanted the tongue scene. Hehe. Then Wheelie, and probably Jetfire. Anything else might be a mix up, though Egypt will probably definitely happen.

SIDENOTE: Jacqueline Walker drew a picture of Epps and Graham-Cracker! I think it's adorable and funny. :D The link is at the top of her profile, and on my profile, so if you want to check it out you can. (And she's the first person to do fanart for this story, that I know of, so double thanks and squee!)

SIDENOTE2: If this story, or any of my stories, ever inspires you guys to write or draw something go ahead and do it! I'd love to see it though

Reviews: Thanks to Fk306 animelover, Noella50881, shadow-dog18, TransformerJunkie, and Jacqueline Walker for reviewing!
Iwanita: Welcome to the story! I'm happy you like it so far! A lot of people did like ch. 33, including myself, haha. That one was particularly fun to write, and it fed some of my BxM hunger until I decide whether to pair 'em up yet or not!

Chapter 37
Alice chased the Rabbit

Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobot faction and bearer of the Matrix, looked to William Lennox, the Captain and head of the NEST organic section. Prowl, his SIC and tactician specialist, and Jazz, his TIC and head of Special Ops sat on either side of the young Prime. Filling up the other seats in the meeting room was Ratchet, CMO, Ironhide, Weapons Specialist, Wheeljack, Bumblebee, and Barricade. The young army captain sat on the table near his fellow organics, Sam and Miles, two teens, and Epps, his best friend and technical SIC.

The only funny part of the entire situation was that Jazz, having been given Prowler the II by Miles, had brought the bear, and Prowl seemed to be having a stare down with it, doorwings raised in an agitated 'V' formation. To top it all off the SIC appeared to be losing, much to the amusement of everyone in the room.

They had called the meeting to discuss what the boys had gone through, and the first thing either had brought up was the Allspark shard, and the Allspark energy they contained. Why hadn't been discussed just yet, mainly because they were waiting for the answer to their question.

Where was the Allspark shard?

The captain cleared his throat, twitching at all the eyes on him.

"Er, well, it's like this..." Smooth, Will, very smooth. But that part would be better than the rest of what he was going to say. "Seeing as the Autobots have, well, us, and that Allspark shard was nearly out of juice anyway... Optimus allowed our government to take it and put it under lock and key else where. And me and the boss bots were the only ones to know, minus Keller and the higher ups."

Dead silence in the room. Miles and Sam looked at each other, and Will tried to tell himself that it wasn't resigned horror he saw on their faces. Epps looked pissed. Ratchet looked pissed. Prowl looked even more agitated. Ironhide looked... well, he was making a show of cleaning his cannons, with a pleasant grin on his face. Which meant it wasn't good. Bumblebee looked distinctly worried, and slightly betrayed. Barricade looked as impassive as ever.

Surprisingly enough Ratchet was the first to explode, in his own special way. This being taking out a wrench, and tossing it at Prime's helm. The resounding clang! of metal connecting on metal had the humans jumping, and Optimus groaning loudly as he reached up to rub at the spot with a servo. Prowl twitched, but said nothing. He was apparently angry at Optimus, too.

"We didn't think it would be that big of a deal... It only holds a small amount of energy. No information can be gotten from it by the humans, or anyone else for that matter." Will defended the both of them, backing down a bit when all eyes and optics turned back to him.

"How much energy?" Sam whispered.

Will looked at Optimus, and Optimus looked at Wheeljack. The inventor would be able to put it in better terms, even if he hadn't known about what was happening.

"Lesse... Only enough to bring someone like Prime back, with a bit of help from a medic to keep 'em going, or two of Bumblebee, or three of Ravage."

Sam groaned audibly, slumping against his Guardian's arm and putting a hand over his face. "Megatron?"

"Well..." Wheeljack paused uncomfortably, "That'd be someone like Prime, yes."

Miles made a face, looking up at the ceiling for a moment.

"I suggest you retrieve it. Like five minutes ago." Sam said, copying a phrase Miles had used not too long ago. At least to the two teens.

"Well, look on the bright side, Sam. Maybe Screamer won't bother with us after all."

"Doubt it. That was a rather spectacular aft plant you had him do, and if it's not Screamer it will be Megsy with me."

Everyone around and on the table looked at the two teens.

Sam sighed, "So, this feeling, right? I feel it."

Epps half-heartedly glared at him.

"Well, obviously, Samual. And because of your fragging bromance Miles follows you when you get distracted by the shiny."

"It was not shiny!" Sam protested, though Miles sniggered.

"Those hatchling pods were kind of shiny, dude."

Sam huffed, even as all the Cybertronians looked at each other.

"What do you mean, hatchling pods?" Wheeljack asked.

"Meant what I said, Jack." Miles grinned. "Hatchling pods. Containing, y'know, hatchlings. From the way Starscream acted I don't think we need to worry about him around Orion. Possibly. Maybe it's just hatchlings?" He peered at Sam, before shrugging, and continuing. "So, Sam drags us to some rock floating near Saturn. I figure one of the moons, not sure. And there's what looks to be a ship."

"Decepticon, we're assuming. Since Starscream was on it. And the mystery mech." Sam added in helpfully.

Optimus Prime frowned behind his battle mask, "Mystery mech?"

Sam and Miles looked at each other, before both shrugged.

"Weird looking guy, from what we could see in the shadows. Bad lighting for us fleshlings." Sam replied. "Starscream seemed to respond to him, though. Even called him 'my liege'."

Ratchet snorted, "So he finally turned his back on Megatron? That isn't surprising."

"Actually," Miles intoned, "The big bad mystery mech wanted Megatron brought back. Screamer was in agreement. He originally told Starscream to capture the source of the Allspark energy, which he recognized Sam, and that I was a fellow organic. It wouldn't take him much to figure out that he should return to Earth. The last thing we want is him getting his hands on the Allspark shard."

"Them getting the shard would be preferred." Barricade said softly, and optics and eyes turned on him in shock. He growled, "Starscream knows that Sam and Miles contain Allspark energy. Not why, but he knows. He already knows Sam. If the two are together even Ironhide could figure out who Miles was. If they get the shard and use it on Megatron, that's it. If they get Sam or Miles, or even find out about Will and Epps and get one of them, well, we don't know how much power they have."

Silence for a moment, before Prowl nodded. "The Allspark shard is just that. A shard. A fragment of what it once was. We know for a fact that Sam, Miles, Epps, and Will now contain more energy in only one of them than that shard would combined with another. We can only assume the knowledge has passed on to them, or another source all together."

All four humans gaped in disbelief.

"You can't be serious!" Will stood up from his seat, turning one-hundred and eighty degrees so he could look at all of them. "You'd just give up the shard?"

"It would lure them away from you, William. All of you." Optimus said, using the tone only a Prime could that meant no arguements. The Captain sputtered angrily, but sat back down when Epps tugged on his sleeve.

"And our families?" Miles asked, looking up at the Prime.

Optimus almost hesitated. Almost. Femme creators from the organics could be extremely strong willed, and good at using parental guilt against a mech to get them to recharge. He vented softly. He could already see Elizabeth Lancaster, Judy Witwicky, and Sarah Lennox teaming up.

"They will be moved here." He said simply.

The two teens were at least satisfied by that. Epps and Will, however, took a little more convincing.

Somehow it had turned from a possible life threatening situation to a fun little game. WPP, the Witness Protection Program, it was all made into some big joke by their parents. This annoyed Sam and Miles greatly, even if they could see why everyone was trying to make light of the situation.

They were still children, even by their own culture's standards. Neither were eighteen yet, though both had experiences with Decepticons. Miles' was noticeably different than Sam's, but it was an experience non the less. And despite this fact their parents were coddling them, treating it as if it was some wonderful adventure. A minor annoyance, compared to the security brought by knowing their family was near by, and that they didn't have to worry about what may or may not be happening to them.

Miles had brought Sasha, and he and Sam were in a mattress store, looking at beds for their parents. It was a small freedom, one that the two were going to take their longest at. A rare time to be alone, out of sight of even their Guardians.

That wasn't to say there wasn't someone close at hand. Bumblebee, Ironhide, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Jazz, and Trailbreaker were all driving through the area, the store just barely being in Tranquility enough to still be called in Tranquility. Barricade was most likely there as well, though he hadn't been signed on to that particular mission.

They had barely entered the store when Sam saw her. Long, dirty blonde hair with sun kissed skin, and an innocent white dress that only barely came down long enough to remain innocent. It wasn't love at first sight, but it was definitely lust at first sight.

Miles turned around to ask Sam a question when he noticed, and the teen had to resist the urge to groan. What was with Sam and ditching him for a hot girl? Honestly. Mikaela he could see, since Sam had been crushing on her for forever, but he didn't know this new girl, and he really doubted Sam did either.

Sam made a gesture, and it took Miles a moment to realize what he was seeing. Sam was waving him away. He blinked, and then smirked. Sam was so lucky he didn't feel like completely embarrassing him. Instead, he went and did what he was supposed to. Look for beds.

Miles had spent an entire twenty minutes scouring the store for decent looking beds while Sam went and played with his new little girlfriend. Which was all well and fine until Miles made it to the back of the store, and found a stuttering Sam pinned to the bed by the blonde girl. He tried extremely hard not to laugh. It figured Sam would get the kinky girl.

Neither noticed them, or at least he assumed so on the girl's part, since she leaned in with her tongue already partly out and started to kiss Sam. Miles made a face, that was so something he did not want to see. One of the last things any normal human would want to see was their sibling, which Sam basically was to him, getting it on with someone.

He was about to turn away, but he never got the chance to before he realized how very odd the girl was. The whole thing had happened in less than five seconds, which was maybe a Primus sent blessing for Sam, as it turned out. Because while he didn't know what was going on inside his best friend's mouth, he did see the metal looking tail come out from under the girl's dress, the sharp point aiming towards Sam.

Sam really didn't feel guilty about technically ditching Miles. Again. The thought that he might regret it never even crossed his mind.

The only thing on his mind right now was the beautiful blonde on top of him, and leaning closer.

Okay, and maybe he had caught a fleeting glance of Miles, but by the look on his friend's face he knew he wasn't mad. More like trying not to laugh his ass off, the jerk. So what if he got a little nervous around girls?

Especially one as straight forward as Alice. And apparently kinky, because she was diving in tongue first.

Almost instantly Sam realized something was wrong. Her tongue just kept going. Towards the back of his mouth, even past the area with his gag reflex, and then farther, going down his throat and choking him as he could do nothing to stop it, except raise his hands and try to push her away.

Just as he was about to, Alice was jerked away from him, her tongue coming with her after a few seconds, and oh Primus, he felt like he was going to be sick.

He looked up into his friend's astonished face just as Alice hit the floor, and gave an enraged shriek. Both turned to look at her when she jumped back up, hissing, her face realigning itself so that metal shone through.

Sam laid there frozen as he watched the beautiful girl he had lusted after turn into a horrifying metal creature. He watched as her tongue darted out, and he was disturbed to note that the tip still looked surprisingly human, as it wrapped around his neck, and then picked the him up as if he was as light as a feather and tossed him.

Sam was lucky enough that after hitting the wall he landed on a bed. Hitting the wall? Hurt like shit. But hitting the floor afterwards would have just made it worse. Sam groaned, and mentally made a note to himself that having Ratchet scan him later wouldn't be a bad idea. He sure hurt enough for it.

Of course, Miles didn't know this just yet. He just saw Sam go flying to somewhere near the front of the store. Then Alice turned towards him.

Miles was running, screaming his head off. He had almost gone right by Sam before his friend managed to pull him down, just before he was hit by whatever the pissed off female robot had shot at him.

Feathers exploded everywhere, and the alarms went off. People were already running around like they were chickens with their heads cut off, screaming at the sight of the hideous metal creature.

"GIVE ME THE ALLSPARK ENERGY! GIVE IT TO ME, OR DIE, FLESHLINGS!"

Well that answered the question of what Alice wanted.

Sam scrambled up off the bed he was on just as it was shot, and exploded into feathers and metal springs, and whatever else a bed happened to be made of.

Miles grabbed the closest thing he could, which happened to be a lamp, and tossed it. Amazingly enough it connected with Alice's face, snapping it back into what would have been a painful position for a real human.

The two teens ran, then ducked behind a dresser.

"Sam, I hate you." Miles hissed.

Sam gaped at his friend. "What? I don't need this!" He threw his hands up in the air angrily, "I just had that thing shove it's tongue down my throat! I didn't ask for that! Then she-he, it, whatever-tossed me and I went flying across half the store!"

"You were perfectly fine with it before you realized how long it was." Miles pointed out dryly, causing Sam to glare at his friend.

"Ten second silent treatment!" Sam realized he was being completely childish, but at that moment he didn't really care.

It was Miles turn to gap.

"You can't be serious!" A pause as he watched Sam turn his head to the side in a huffy manner. "Sam!" No response. "I-yo-" Whatever he was about to say was cut off by another blast, directly over their heads. "Sasha on three."

Sam nodded, and Miles counted down. 1, 2, ...3! And they were off, racing for the front door as Alice stalked towards them.

They had pushed the door open. Alice didn't seem to like that option, and instead blasted the door, then stepped through that hole.

Which wasn't fine with the teens at all. It gave them just that few seconds less to get to the car, but they did it. Miles shoving the key in the keyhole with an almost violent force, unlocking Sasha, and then diving in. Sam was beside him in just a few seconds, and he was already starting the car and backing up.

"DUCK!" Sam screamed, Miles still paying attention to the backing up part of getting the hell out of dodge. Miles did as his friend said, both crouching low in their seats just as the front windshield exploded, sending glass everywhere. A follow up shot had the front tire blown out.

Sam cursed loudly at this, but Miles waited. Just a few more steps. Just a few more seconds.

"Miles, what are we going to do? Miles..." Sam seemed to catch on when he noticed what Alice was now in front of. "Oh, hell yeah."

Miles reversed just a few more feet, then changed it to drive, and pressed his foot as far down as it could go on the gas pedal. The car, Sasha, protested this rough treatment with a bad wheel, but had to go through with it anyway. She was non-sentient, and it wasn't like she could feel it as fender met Cybertronian metal, and then brick wall.

The two teens jerked forward by the impact, and then back again when the air bags deployed.

Sam groaned, and rubbed his neck, before giving a nervous, slightly shaky laugh. So the whiplash had strained his neck a little. But who need giant alien robots for everything? Not them. They had, or did have, a perfectly capable non-sentient car to help them out.

Miles, on the other hand, cursed vehemently, causing Sam to look over at him.

"Dude, your nose is bleeding!" Sam winced at what had just came out of his mouth, then grinned at the glare he was shot, and the words that followed.

"I really hate you, Sam."

The two teens climbed out of the car, one holding his face, while the other peered at the front of the now banged up vehicle cautiously. They could hear sirens off in the distance.

"Hate to say it, but I think Sasha's a goner."

Miles stuck out his tongue, and Sam grimaced, causing Miles to grin triumphantly.

The sirens were getting louder, and it wasn't long before a saleen police cruiser, bright yellow camaro, and a black GMC topkick were pulling up.

Sam waved, "We took care of it. Now you guys get the clean up, the cover up, and the paying the damages off. Now, what the fuck was with terminator bitch there?"

Bumblebee's and Barricade's holoforms were climbing out of their cars, keeping up the appearance of not being giant alien robots from outer space. Bumblebee went and grabbed Sam, bringing him closer to his car form so he could scan him easier.

Barricade was attempting to talk Miles into letting him see his nose, which wasn't working out extremely well for the ex-con. The young teen informed him it wasn't broken, but the Neutral still wanted to check. Miles could be extremely stubborn, and all he wanted to do was hold his nose and pretend nothing was wrong with it. On top of that he was wearing one of his favorite shirts that would stain easily, and all he had was his hands to block that. And he was so not going to bleed on someone else.

"That, was a Pretender." Ironhide said, examining the Cybertronian that Sasha had so bravely defeated.

"A Pretender? Gotcha." Sam allowed Bumblebee to examine him, dutifully informing his Guardian of anything he thought hurt, and how much. "She wanted the Allspark energy."

"The only thing she succeeded in getting was Sam to swear off French kissing for life." Miles said cheerfully.

"How?" Bumblebee asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh God, all of you shut up. I'm gonna gag if I keep thinking about it." Sam whined.

Bumblebee was slightly worried, and considering how possibly traumatic whatever could have happened could be, when he heard Miles snicker. He figured it couldn't be too bad if Miles could make fun of his friend for it.

"Are you ever going to ditch me for a girl again?"

"No, never."

Barricade snorted, "Someone's learning." A pause. "It's not broken."

"Told you." Miles huffed.