Hey everyone, I don't have too much to talk about today except for the fact that Transformers Revenge of the Fallen comes out this Tuesday and I am like crazy excited about it.
Also I have heard that the third Transformers movie is set to come out on the 1st of July in 2011 instead of 2012. This is good simply for the fact that if the whole 2012 thing is real and the world ends or whatever then at least we get one more kick ass movie before we all go.
This does not mean that I believe that something bad will happen in 2012 but you know just in case.
Hurray for Betas. Although I feel that you might have your work cut out for you this time AC ^_^
Angelic: Oh really? ;D
Anyway now to the chapter, I hope you all like it.
Ironhide came to a stop in front of an old army plane hangar, which was about an hour's drive from Will's house. The building had been abandoned for a while; there was graffiti all over the outside, and a number of old beer cans and bottles littered the ground around it. Will looked out at the old building and couldn't help but ask the obvious question.
"'Hide, what are we doing here?"
Ironhide's voice came through the speakers.
"I told you that I need to get some wires and circuits repaired; this is where Ratchet has set himself up until the new base is ready. It shouldn't take long- we can be back on the road in a little while."
Will nodded his head as the door opened for him to get out. Once he was out and standing away from the truck, Ironhide began transforming. Luckily they were far enough away from the road that no one would see him. Ironhide began to walk to the building, but stopped when he noticed that Will was coming with him.
As much as he wanted to keep Will with him at all times (not only because he was his guardian), he needed to talk with Ratchet alone. He looked down at the captain and tried to think of a way to keep the man out of the building. An idea came to him, and he quickly sent a message over their private comm link to Ratchet asking for his help in the matter. He didn't get a response- he rarely did when Ratchet thought he was being stubborn.
The two of them entered the building and found it to be well supplied with mechanical tools as well as all the other items that Ratchet need to do his work. At the moment, the search and rescue bot was standing at the back of the building arranging several tools on a table, no doubt the ones he would need to fix Ironhide.
Ratchet looked up from his tools and grunted when he saw the two of them. He motioned for Ironhide to come over then growled at Will;
"William, as much as I enjoy your company, I would like to be alone when working on him. There is a room over there that should be suitable for you to wait in until I am finished."
Will looked at where Ratchet had pointed and found a small door leading out of the hanger. Will didn't want to be in the way of Ratchet; he had heard tales from Ironhide about the medic's temper and thought it best to not test him. He also thought that it would be a good place for him to continue his thinking about how he had royally screwed himself.
He nodded and headed out of the room. Once the man had left, Ratchet turned to Ironhide and motioned for him to lie down. Since he didn't have a normal berth for him to lie on, the floor was going to have to do for now. As Ironhide lowered himself to the floor, Ratchet began to question him as he started to work.
"So why is it that you wanted to talk to me about? And why don't you want William here for it?"
Ironhide was silent for a moment as Ratchet worked, and after a while he finally answered his question.
"I interfaced with him."
The tool that he had been holding fell from his hand and hit the floor with a bang, sending tiny tremors through the floor. It took him a moment to process what he had heard and once he had gotten over the initial shock of it, he picked the tool back up off the floor and set it on the table next to him. He then reached into his subspace compartment and brought out a very large wrench that he always kept with him. In one quick movement, he brought the wrench crashing down on top of Ironhide's head. The sound of metal hitting hard against metal sounded throughout the large room, and then it was quickly followed by another and another.
Ratchet finally stopped and put the wrench back into his subspace, huffing indignantly. Ironhide slowly raised his arm and rubbed at the spot on his head that had been assaulted, watching the other with wary optics. He hadn't tried to move or defend himself from Ratchet's attack since he knew that it was coming and that he more or less deserved it. Now that the physical abuse was over, he only had to sit through the mental one that was coming.
"What in the slagging name of Primus made you do that?" Ratchet yelled at him, reverting back to their native luggage. "Has your CPU fried?"
"No, I couldn't help it." Ironhide said in his defense, even though he knew it wasn't much of one.
Ratchet slapped him upside the head, this time with his hand.
"You couldn't help it?" He shouted. "Ironhide, he has a mate! He even has a sparkling with that mate, and he is the AllSpark for Primus's sake!"
"I know he has a mate and a sparkling, but my spark aches for him. I can't help it, no one has ever had this effect on me and you know that." Ironhide began, "and what does him being part of the AllSpark have to do with anything?"
"Ironhide you cannot force him away from his family just so you can be happy. You cannot force him to continue interfacing with you either," Ratchet argued hotly.
"I am not forcing him away from his family, and I didn't force him to interface with me in the first place. I offered and he accepted. I'm not ashamed of it." Ironhide said firmly.
"You are as stubborn as a newborn sparkling!" Ratchet growled. "You offered him this in a time when he was weak and vulnerable! His whole world was turned upside down- as the humans' say- the day before. He was scared and confused and you took advantage of it."
Ironhide jumped up at his words and turned around fast to face him.
"Do you think so little of me to think that I would actually do something like that? The feelings I have had for him and the ones I know he has had for me were there long before anyone knew about what the AllSpark had done."
"How do you know that he had feelings for you?" Ratchet asked this time out of pure curiosity and not for the sake of the argument.
"Because you never had him sit inside you, you never felt what he would do as we sat together. His touches were kind and full of affection, even if neither of us knew it at the time." He told Ratchet.
Ratchet glared at Ironhide for a while; then finally he sighed, motioning for Ironhide to lie back down so he could finish.
"So what do you plan to do now?" Ratchet asked a little while later as he was finishing up his repairs.
"I don't know- he is very torn up about it. Not that it happened, but what to tell his mate. He doesn't want to lose his family." Ironhide said, sounding sad.
"He will need to tell her about it and let her decide if she wants to stay with him." Ratchet told him. "What will you do if she leaves him? Will you be there for him?"
Ironhide nodded his head.
"I will always be there for him, as something pulls me to him. I can't explain it, I only wish that I could truly spark bond with him. But since he has no spark I don't see how that is possible." Ironhide said, letting his shoulders down a little.
Ratchet laughed at him for a moment, and was greeted with an evil glare from Ironhide.
"My friend, he is part of the AllSpark! While we don't know the extent of the changes that will take place, I am sure that all three of them will develop sparks."
Ironhide thought about it for a moment before nodding his head in agreement.
"Thank you." He said.
"You're welcome, old friend." Ratchet murmured, and placed a hand on his shoulder.
Will closed the door behind him as he entered the small room. From the looks of it, it had to be a briefing room for the solders. While the hangar had been empty for a while, there were still a few folding metal chairs inside. He grabbed one and opened it up, then sat down. He put his feet up on the uneven table that was there and tilted his head back so he could look up at the ceiling.
As he sat there he began to think on everything that had happened in his life, from joining the army, to marrying Sarah. Then to the attack in Qatar that lead to the meeting with Sam and the Autobots after Mission City. He let out a sigh as the final memory came to him about what had happened earlier that morning. What he had said to Ironhide in the barn was true- he couldn't deny that. He loved the bot, and he couldn't help feeling that way. He thought that maybe it was the AllSpark that was making him feel this way- that it wanted him to be with one of the Cybertronians instead of with a human. But he quickly dismissed that idea; he remembered feeling strangely drawn to the black truck from the moment he saw it on the streets in Mission City.
He couldn't describe how excited he was when Ironhide offered to take him home and to remain as his guardian. He had felt like the luckiest guy alive. They had quickly bonded on the long drive home, and by the time they pulled into his driveway he knew more about him than anyone else he had ever met. Introducing him to Sarah had been interesting to say the least. It had taken her a while to warm up to Ironhide and his trigger happy nature, but she eventually got used to his presence in their life. In the end, she said it was like having two Will's instead of just the one she married.
Will's face feel a little at the thought of Sarah, as he still didn't know what he was going to tell her. He knew that he was going to tell her the truth. At any rate, lying to her just wasn't an option. He only feared what she would do with the information once he gave it to her. He would be spending the next few nights, if not a few weeks sleeping on the couch to say the least. Or perhaps he might be forced to stay in a motel if she kicked him out of the house. If it came to that, he would do it without complaint because he knew that he deserved it.
His thoughts were interrupted by a load bang coming from the other room, and the sudden noise made him fall out of his seat. As soon as the sound faded, it was followed by several others. Somewhat nervous, Will stayed on the floor until he was sure that there wouldn't be any more. Finlay he picked himself up and brushed off the dirt that had stuck to his pants, he went over to the door and cracked it open just a little to see what was going on.
He saw Ratchet sticking something back into that strange subspace that all the Autobots seem to have, and he saw Ironhide rubbing his head. Will closed the door and let out a small laugh, as he had been told that when Ratchet got angry that he tended to hit people or throw things. Will assumed that Ironhide had done something stupid to earn himself several smacks to the head.
Will moved back over to where his chair was and sat back down in it, his mind back on how to tell his wife about the affair. He thought that it would be easy to say it, but the more he tried, the worse it sounded.
"Sarah, I cheated on you with Ironhide." He said quietly to himself.
He shook his head, while it was straight and to the point, it was not how he wanted to break it to her. He took a deep breath and tried again.
"Sarah, I... had sex with someone else."
It had potential but then he would get asked who and he would have to say it. He began to get frustrated. 'It shouldn't be this hard to tell her,' he thought to himself.
He took another deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Sarah, you know I love you, and I would never do anything to hurt you or Annabelle." He began.
"Will what are you trying to say?" He said in a higher voice taking on the role of his wife for his pretend conversation.
"I lied to you earlier, when I said that I had fired my gun in the back yard. That wasn't what I actually did." He went on.
"What did you do?" He said in his high voice again.
"I... had sex with someone else." He said casting his eyes down, shame present on his features.
He brought his head up and put on a look of shock that he knew she would get in the actual conversation.
"What do you mean? With who? You were all alone here."
He cast his eyes down again.
"I wasn't completely alone when you left." He went on.
He opened his eyes wide with a look of shock.
"Will the only other person who was here with you was.... Ironhide?"
He paused knowing that that's how it would go.
"Will, are you trying to tell me that you... Slept with Ironhide?"
Will nodded his head, fully encased in his fantasy conversation.
"But how? It's not possible! He is a giant alien robot."
"It's complicated." That was all he added.
She nodded her head, and mouthed the word 'complicated.'
Someone outside of the room yelled his name and Will's fantasy image disappeared in a puff of smoke. The shout came again, and Will realized it was Ironhide's booming voice. Will figured that he was probably finished and wanted to leave, so he opened the door and walked out. He was greeted by the scowling face of Ironhide as he stood in front of the door.
"What took you so long? I called for you five times." Ironhide growled at him.
"I was distracted." Will said sheepishly.
Ironhide snorted before heading off to the opining that they had come in through. Once out side he transformed back into his alt form and opened the drivers' side door for Will. He climbed in and hooked the seat belt in before Ironhide could speed off, kicking up a large cloud of dust behind him. Will sat back in the driver's seat and went over his pretend conversation in his head; for the most part it would probably turn out that way. He decided that it was the best way to break it to her.
"Hey 'Hide." Will said.
"Yes Will?" The voice filled the cab.
"Let's go home, I have to do something." Will told him.
Ironhide was quiet for a few minutes.
"Are you going to speak with Sarah about what happened?" Ironhide asked, sounding worried.
Will nodded his head, and patted the steering wheel to try and calm the bot down.
"Yeah, she needs to know." He said.
"What if she leaves?" Ironhide asked him.
Will was quiet trying not to think about it but soon gave up. He sighed.
"If she does, I'll have to deal with it. I'll try and move on. I won't blame her if she does." He murmured sadly.
Ironhide made the decision before making his next comment.
"If she does leave... I will be there for you." He said in a rare moment of emotion.
Will smiled and rubbed his hand over the dash board.
"Thanks big guy."
After the meeting with Secretary Keller; Sam, Mikaela, Bumblebee and Jazz had decided to hang out for a while. They pulled into the drive way a little after six o'clock. Earlier the two teens took the Autobots to the mall. They all had a great time looking in all the different shops at the variety of merchandise. A good portion of the time had been devoted to Mikaela and her every present need to shop for clothes. For another good thirty to forty-five minutes, she paraded around in her outfits for the human and two Autobots. Jazz was the only one of the three that seemed generally interested in the numerous out fits that she tried on.
After they had left one of the clothing stores, they headed to the food court so that Sam and Mikaela could get something to eat. While they ate, Jazz and Bumblebee told them about some of the trouble that the twins had gotten themselves into over the long years. Needless to say, the stories made both Sam and Mikaela choke on their food and drinks more than just once.
Finally; they decided to head off, agreeing that they would come back as soon as they could and try and get the rest of their Autobot friends to come with them. Sam sat back in the seat and let out a content sigh. He had felt so bad earlier on in the day, but now he was glad that things had worked out. At least he was glad things had worked out between him and Mikaela… He was still worried how Will was handling the news. Hopefully Ironhide would be able to help him through it like Jazz helped Mikaela.
After a time Sam stepped out of Bee's interior and made his way to the house, and he said a quick hello to his parents before he disappeared up the stairs. He came back out wearing only a pair of swimming trunks and he headed back outside. Bee was still sitting in the driveway and he started to bounce up and down on his shocks when he saw Sam walking out in his trunks. He knew what was coming, and he was excited that there was enough light left for Sam to wash him.
Sam smiled at Bee's actions as he began to fill a row of buckets with soap and water.
"That's right buddy, you know what is coming." He said cheerily.
One of Bee's windows rolled down and he turned his radio up.
"Car wash, workin' at the car wash yeah!"
The song began to play and Sam couldn't help but laugh again. He finished filling up the buckets and brought them over to where Bee sat. He then brought the hose over and shot a jet of water straight on to the windshield. When the water hit Bumblebee, the bot's radio made a scratching noise and then shut off as he rolled up the window so that the water wouldn't get inside. He rolled forward into the spray and Sam knew what he wanted. He adjusted the nozzle so that the water came out a little harder while Bumblebee sank low on his shocks, engine idling as he enjoyed the spray.
Once Sam had covered Bee's alt form in water, he threw the hose on the ground and picked up one of the buckets. The soapy water sloshed around the inside while he moved them, nearly escaping the sides. Then he threw the liquid on top of Bee's roof and left it fall down the sides. He repeated this action with the other buckets going on his hood and then on his trunk. Once he was covered from bumper to bumper in soap suds, Bumblebee shook himself like a dog would, sending water flying everywhere.
Apparently he thought that Sam hadn't gotten wet enough, because he then angled his sprayers for the windshield so that they faced Sam and shot a long stream of water at him. By the time he was finished, Sam had been soaked from head to toe. Sam laughed and wiped some of the water out of his eyes. He proceeded to run a big sponge gently over Bee's body; cleaning all the dirt and dust off. He never put too much pressure behind the sponge because he knew that Bee liked the soft touch. The movement like always became a slow caress that soon had Sam using both hands, one with the sponge and one without.
Sam loved the feel of the warm metal sliding underneath his hand, and before long he found himself at the back of the car and gently running his hands along the bumper. Bee was shaking like crazy at the soft touch and wanted nothing more than to take Sam now, but he knew better than that. He knew that Sam wouldn't respond well to such an advance, and he knew that if he wanted to make Sam his then he needed to take it slow. He couldn't rush it.
All too soon Sam had finished washing Bee, and both of them were disappointed that it couldn't last longer. Sam began to clean up by putting the buckets away and wrapping up the hose. By the time he had finished, night had already begun to settle in and he could see a few stars starting to appear in the sky. There was a noise from behind him and when Sam turned around he was greeted by the sight of Bee's holoform standing behind him.
They looked at each other for a moment before Bee began to speak.
"Sam, I wanted to thank you for all you have done for me since I came here."
"What do you mean Bee?" Sam asked confused. "I haven't really done anything."
Bumblebee moved closer to Sam.
"But you have; even before you knew who I was, you have taken care of me like you did just now. It means the world to me." He said softly.
"Don't worry about it Bee, you are my friend- the best friend I have ever had. I would do anything for you." Sam told him, smiling.
"Still, I want to show you my appreciation. I hope that you don't take offense to this but..."
Bee stopped talking and wrapped his arms around Sam's body and hugged him tightly. Sam was shocked at first by the sudden action, but then was quick to return the hug. They stayed like that for a while; neither one wanting to leave the other's embrace. Finally, they broke apart and Sam smiled at his friend.
"Thanks Bee."
Bumblebee returned the smile.
There was a shout from inside the house, and Sam knew that it was his mom calling for him to come in for dinner. With a sigh, he said good bye to Bee and went inside the house. The rest of the night was uneventful and before Sam knew it, it was ten and his mother was telling him that he needed to go to bed so that he could get up for school the next day. With another sigh he left for his room and changed into some pajamas. He got into bed, lay down, and began to drift off. Before he knew it, he was sleeping soundly; his dreams filled with the image of a certain yellow robot.
After they had said good bye at the mall, Mikaela and Jazz left in the direction of her home. When they were half way there, Mikaela decided that she wanted to head to the park. Jazz was all too eager to do as she asked, wanting to make her happy. They pulled into a small parking lot that sat at the entrance to the park and Mikaela got out. She was soon followed by Jazz's holoform. So far that day, they hadn't been attacked by crazy fans who thought he was the real person so he had kept the look like it was.
As the two of them walked along the path in comfortable silence, they couldn't help but watch some of the other park residence going about their business. There were families playing together, people walking their dogs, and every now and then they saw a couple enjoying a late picnic as they watched the sun go down.
The two of them walked on for a while and slowly everyone began to leave. Before long, they stopped seeing other people and they thought that they were the only ones in the park presently. They came upon a bench sitting near a group of trees and decided to sit down for a while, Mikaela sitting down first and quickly followed by Jazz. When he sat down, he slid his arm along the back of the bench so that it was resting behind her neck. Mikaela blushed at the action and the contact that it brought. She could feel the heat coming from the false body next to her and had to constantly try and calm herself down.
It wasn't long before she realized that Jazz had moved closer to her then when they had first sat down, his thigh was now touching hers and she was beginning to get light headed. She kept trying to keep herself from looking at him, but her eyes would always wander back to him. After a few moments, Jazz looked at her with his eyes half closed. He leaned forward a little and Mikaela found herself moving forward to meet him. Just when they were less than an inch apart, someone's voice cut through the moment and made her jump.
From the cluster of trees came Trent followed by his normal gang of idiot friends that she had always hated. He was carrying several cans of what looked like beer in one hand and an open one in the other. They all acted like they were very drunk; they were shoving and tripping over each other. After a moment, Trent spotted Mikaela sitting on the bench and began to stumble over to her. At their leader's movement, the rest of the gang followed. When he was close enough to her he began to try and talk to her.
"Well well well... Look who we got here. It's my little bun...ny." He said, and took another drink.
The guys behind him began to laugh like it was the funniest thing they had ever heard, slapping each other on the shoulder and making nuisances of themselves. Trent came closer to her but stopped when he caught sight of Jazz. He squinted, trying to focus on him, and his face fell a little when he realized that she was with another guy.
"Who the 'ell is this jerk off?" He asked, slurring his words.
Mikaela glared at him before answering.
"It is none of your business Trent! And I am not your little bunny."
She stood up, grabbed Jazz's arm and pulled him up so that he was standing with her.
"Let's go Jazz, I think I am ready to go home now." She said to him.
"Alright Mikaela." Jazz replied as he let himself be pulled off by the girl.
"Jazz??? What kind of gay ass name is that?" Trent said to his gang.
They all howled with laughter. Mikaela didn't say anything; she just continued to walk past Trent with Jazz behind her. Before she could get too far away, Trent grabbed her upper arm and pulled her back. The sudden motion pulled Mikaela's hand away from Jazz's and she slammed into Trent's body. She brought up her other hand to hit him but he caught it before she could finish.
"So what, you just going t' screw any guy ya' see now?! First that wimp Witkitty, and now this pussy." He began to yell at her.
She tried to pull away, but Trent kept pulling her back against him. Then he moved to try and force her to kiss him. He didn't know what happened next because all of a sudden it felt like his left arm was in a vice grip. He yelled in pain and let go of Mikaela, who stumbled back before falling on the ground. Trent looked over and found Jazz gripping his arm tightly, he tried to force the man to let go of him, but nothing he did would get the guy to let go.
Finally, Jazz decided that he had had enough of the boy and threw him back so that he crashed into the gang. They all fell to the ground like rag dolls with nothing to hold them up. Jazz moved to help Mikaela up from the ground; he began to lightly dust her off once she was on her feet.
"Are you alright Mikaela?" He asked, his voice calm.
She nodded her head and hugged him tightly around the chest. Jazz wrapped his arms around her and returned the hug. They turned and started to walk away, but Trent hadn't seemed to learn his lesson yet. He rushed up behind them and took a swing at the back of Jazz's head. Jazz's head barely moved at the impact, Trent however, began holding his hand and screaming his head off.
"You fucking bastard!" He yelled at Jazz, cradling his injured hand.
"What is wrong with him?" Mikaela asked.
Jazz took one look at the pathetic boy before answering.
"I think he might have broken his hand, or at the very least damaged it greatly."
"Serves you right asshole." She called back to him as the two of them continued their walk out of the park.
The yelling from Trent could still be heard as they made their way out of the park and to Jazz's alt form. Once they were both inside, Jazz pulled out of the small parking lot and headed in the direction of Mikaela's home. When they got there, it was late and the sky was filled with as many stars that could be seen in a city.
"You should get some recharge Mikaela; you have to go to school in the morning." Jazz said quietly.
Mikaela nodded her head but didn't get out of the car. She turned to look at Jazz and he turned to look at her.
"Hey umm... Thanks for what you did back there, with Trent." She told him shyly.
Jazz shrugged one of his shoulders.
"It's no problem, that punk ass will think twice before he messes with you again."
She laughed and rested her hand on top of his. There was silence in the cab for a few minutes before she broke it.
"Listen there was something I was going to do, before we got interrupted." She began softly.
"Yeah, there was somethin' I was going to do too." He replied.
Mikaela lifted her head up and looked him in the eyes, getting drawn in by their amazing blue coloring.
"What was it you were going to do?" She asked, hoping that it was what she thought it was.
"This..." He said and quickly closed the gap between them.
Their lips met, and a shock ran through both of them like lightning. The kiss only lasted for a second, but to both of them it felt like forever. Mikaela was breathing heavily when they pulled away and she had to put her hand on the door to keep herself sitting up straight.
'Wow, so much for talking about it with Sam.' She thought to herself.
She was about to lean in for another kiss but stopped when Jazz's holoform began to flicker like a television set that was having trouble keeping a picture. After a moment the holoform disappeared, leaving her alone in the cab.
From the cars speaker came Jazz's voice, and from the sound of it, he seemed tired.
"Sorry I wasn't able to keep it going much longer."
"Will you be alright?" She asked, worried about his well being.
"Yeah, I just need to recharge for a while. I will be fine by morning." He told her.
Her door popped open and she stepped out, she ran her hand over the roof of the car sending a shiver through Jazz's body. She giggled at the reaction before heading up the steps to her house. She stopped at the door, took one last look at the bot before entering her house and heading up to bed.
Optimus sighed and ran his hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. A habit he had fallen into ever since he came to Earth. He was a little worried about the information that he had received. Not long after their meeting, Ratchet had radioed him to inform him about what Ironhide and Will had done. In a way he was happy that his friends where forming such close relationships with the humans, but at the same time he worried about what effect it would have on things later.
He was surprised to say the least when he had heard about what Ironhide and the captain had done. He had been sure that it would be Sam and Bumblebee that he would be hearing this news about. The way the two of them carried on, it was amazing that he hadn't heard about them doing this by now. Though the boy was still young, a relationship like this would be very strange to the child.
He would have to talk to Ironhide about this and he should probably talk with Bumblebee and Jazz as well. Everyone had noticed how the two of them acted when they where around Sam and Mikaela. It was made all the more difficult with the fact that Sam, Mikaela and Will were also pieces of the AllSpark.
Optimus stopped himself right there, he chastised himself for thinking like that. It was important to remember who they were before the three of them became the AllSpark. He would need to make sure that everyone knew and understood this, specifically the other Autobots when they arrived. They hadn't known them when they were normal and they would probably see them only as the new AllSpark. Optimus was sure that it would make the three of them angry if everyone kept calling them AllSpark instead of by their true names.
He also had to add on top of that how Sam would react once everyone started calling him Prime instead of Sam. All in all, Optimus was not looking forward to how difficult everything would become once things started to move faster.
His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed a buzzing sensation in the back of his mind. It took him a moment to remember it as the same feeling he had gotten when the Primes had been trying to contact him. Optimus sighed again wondering what they wanted to tell him now, whatever it was; he figured that it wouldn't help matters. More than likely it would just add another problem to his ever growing list.
Luckily he was at the lookout so there was little chance that anyone would see him.
He carefully took the shard of the Cube out of his sub-space and held it tightly in his hand. He offlined his optics and focused on the sensation, which quickly grew like before. He turned his optics back on when he felt the ground around him shift. He was surrounded by white clouds and the seven big cliffs once again, staring up at the six Primes who stood on top of them. He bowed his head in respect and they returned the gesture.
"Greetings once again Optimus."
He didn't try and find out which one was talking since it looked like none of them were moving their mouths.
"You must be wondering why we have summoned you again." Another said.
"Yes, please tell me what do you wish me to do?" He asked.
"This will be a difficult task for you young one, but it must be done. Events are happening faster then what we thought."
"What events? What is to take place?" Optimus begged, desperate to know what danger they were in.
"We cannot divulge that information to you, rather all we can do is help you prepare."
"The AllSpark must be protected" They all said as one.
"I have three of us guarding them right now. I can give more once they come to Earth." Optimus told them but he felt like that wasn't what they had in mind.
"While they are good at protecting what is dear to them, they will not always be there. The reason the AllSpark choose the three is so that it could give them the means to protect themselves when the time came for it." He was told.
"But the AllSpark is not able to complete their transformation any faster than the rate it is now. Their sparks have yet to develop and it would take far too long for them to be made through the normal course of time."
"What can I do to help?" Optimus asked.
"The three humans must ingest the shard of the AllSpark that you posses. Once it is inside them, their sparks will be quick to form and it will speed the transformation."
"But that could hurt them!" Optimus sounded angry. "I will not do anything that will bring harm to them."
"Sparkling we understand your need to protect them from harm, but this needs to be done for their sake and for that of the race."
"While the development of their sparks will be painful, it will not last long. They can be sedated while they form and awakened when it has passed. Their sparks will then be able to circulate the AllSpark energy throughout their bodies; quickening the process from months to a few short weeks."
"What about them, shouldn't they be able to decide whether or not they want this? They have been through so much already." Optimus pleaded.
All of the Primes looked at each other and then back to Optimus.
"Their bonded will be able to help them through the transformation."
"But they are not bonded!" Optimus objected, sounding a little confused.
"The guardians that they have with them are meant to be their bonded. You have already been told of one of them having progressed into a relationship, the others are soon to follow."
Optimus didn't know what to say or do. Finally, his shoulders sagged, feeling defeated.
"How do I get them to ingest the shard?" He asked.
"When you return, the shard you hold shall be divided into three. How you will get them to ingest it will be for you to decide." They all said, sounding happy that he was going to do things their way.
Optimus sighed when the vision began to fade. Once it was gone, he onlined his optics once again and opened his hand. Just like they had said, the shard now was in three pieces that a human could easily swallow. He was not looking forward to what he had to do; there was little chance that Sam, Mikaela or Will would willingly swallow the shards. He would have to trick them into it which he was not looking forward to doing. It made him feel bad that he was being forced to trick them into changing. He hoped that they would be able to handle the changes once they started.
He put the shards back into his sub-space pocket and activated his comm link.
:Optimus to Ratchet.
It didn't take long for the medic to respond.
:Yes Optimus, what can I do for you?
Optimus sighed again.
:I need to speak with you if you are not busy.
There was a short pause before he answered.
:I am free at the moment, where would you like to meet?
:Come to the lookout.
:On my way, ETA 30 minutes. Ratchet out.
Optimus shifted back into his alt mode and settled down to wait. He wasn't happy about what he was planning to do, but he didn't have many options… thanks to the Primes.
Ta da! Well what do you think? I wonder how Optimus is planning on getting them to take the AllSpark shards. Oooo the suspense is killing me. I know you all must hate me for not taking the Jazz and Mikaela thing further but that's the way it is, I can promise you that their big moment will be coming soon. As will Sam and Bumblebee's.
Now then REVIEW! I want them so you give them. Now! Please (Puppy dog eyes).
The next chapter will be out soon so hold on to your pants, and if you aren't wearing pants then what's the matter with you???
Angelic's Notes: What if some of your audience are nudists? XDDD Or wear dresses? Haha, just kidding. Review for my friend here please. XD