Author's Note: Phew! It's been a long while, I know. And I promise that I'll try to get some more chapters out there. I've been having difficulty trying to get some motivation once more. But let's hope that this'll help!

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or Supergirl. They are owned by Hasbro, DC and The CW. The only thing I own are my OCs.

❛ I gotta get what I can and what I don't I gotta take

If it means everything than its something I gotta shake ❜

The March — Hush

Location: Andrews Air Force Base, Outskirts Of National City

After the encounter at the 5th Precinct, and collecting any tech remaining back at the DEO that they used, Brendan moved back to the Air Force base. Needless to say, he was exhausted. He had spent literally the last two weeks nearly dying, becoming a hero and now saving Supergirl from a toxic atmosphere.

And now, he was back home. All he wanted to do was sleep. His bed was in sight and he was ready to fall into it. And so, he did. Landing in the bed with a happy sigh as he buried his face in the pillow. He shut his eyes, letting the darkness overcome him as he finally relapsed into a blissful slumber.

His eyes opened, and he didn't find himself in his bed no longer. But this time, he was laying on a metal surface. He pushed himself and found himself amongst a war torn metal landscape. He looked around him, and soon noticed that he was near corpses. But, they weren't human. . .

. . .they were Cybertronian! Their bodies gunmetal grey, lifeless and leaking with Energon. Their bodies riddled with bulletholes and slash marks as if they had literally been torn to pieces. Then a thunderous boom emitted from behind him, as suddenly the landscape shifted and morphed and he now found himself in the middle of a warzone!

Cybertronians, and more specifically Autobots and Decepticons, were battling it out. They were killing one another! Bodies literally dropping all around him. It was almost like something out of a nightmare!

He had to jump back to avoid an Autobot solider nearly falling on top of him as he fell flat on his back. A surge of pain going through him as he pushed himself up, only to find the landscape had change once more. Now, he was sitting in complete emptiness. It was a literally void of darkness.

And that's when he saw it, two crimson orbs cut through the darkness. They weren't like Shatter, Dropkick or Blitzwing's optics. No, these were filled with malice, hatred, a thirst for blood. They stared right at him, and he stared right back as he couldn't seem to pull away.

"I will find you! And when I do, there will be nobody or no thing left in this universe that can challenge my will—!"

A voice boomed, it was a bit raspy bound the tone was like that of a warrior. No, not a warrior. . .a monster, a monster warped by war. And that's when the eyes dashed towards him at high speed as Brendan shielded himself, only screaming as he felt himself succumb to the frightening being heading towards him.

Brendan's eyes snapped open, and he let out a bloodcurdling scream. His eyelids remained open, stoic and unmoving, as if he had instead of waking up was instead moving in his sleep. His arms stretched out as they transformed into some sort of weapon. They didn't have barrels on them but instead a triangle shaped tip which began to surge with emerald energy.

They fired off, shooting arcs of green electricity all over the area. Several tables, support beams and windows were destroyed. The electrical currents were in fact so strong that they blew holes through the wall of the hanger itself, going skyward and creating a bright enough light for miles. . .

. . .one that every person in National City could see.

A few miles out, Shatter, Dropkick, and Blitzwing literally slammed on their brakes as they saw the lighting coming out from the base.

"Oh no. . ." Shatter said, literally assuming her jet form as Dropkick followed, flying after her in helicopter form as they rushed towards the base.

Further back, Optimus could see the lighting himself and he felt a STRONG tug from the Matrix, along with a series of emotions that weren't his own. He could feel fear, heightened terror. He shifted into high gear to head to the source.

Back at the DEO Headquarters, J'onn Jones's head snapped in the direction of the Air Force base miles away. He could see the glow of the lighting even from where he was standing as he slowly walked over towards the balcony. He could feel such strong emotions, the biggest and strongest emotion being fear, unparalleled terror and a loss of hope.

He finally reached the balcony, where Supergirl had apparently been waiting as well as she was staring at the arcs of green lighting surging from one location into the night sky. It was like something she had never seen.

She looked at J'onn, who had reverted back to his Martian Manhunter form as they simply nodded towards one another and flew towards the source of the lighting.

Back at the base, Brendan's screams only seemed to get louder before the weapons his arms had transformed into began to sputter out, the power seeming to have been completely sapped as they finally shut down.

Shatter burst through the now total hanger doors, rushing through the destruction to catch Brendan who had begun to fall forward. She caught him, cradling him in his arms. She could hear him, whimpering. Back when she was a Decepticon, she relished in listening to pathetic life forms whimper, but that was long ago.

Now, she could only feel her spark breaking as she listen to Brendan's soft cries. His forehead literally coated in sweat as he had finally awakened.

"Jesus Christ...there was so many of them...so many of them dead..." Brendan muttered, but it was loud enough for Shatter to register as her head hung. She knew exactly what had happened.

Blitzwing and Dropkick caught up, running up behind Shatter as they saw her cradling their charge in her arms.

"He had them again. The visions returned, and it seems that the matrix pulled him into one of HIS memories." Shatter said, gently stroking Brendan's back to try and soothe him, the latter nuzzling up to the warmth of the scarlet femme's frame.

Dropkick heard the sound of a sonic boom, as he transformed and turned around. Seeing Supergirl and Martian Manhunter arrive as they hovered in front of them. Instinctually, Dropkick and Blitzwing activated their weapons and aimed them at the two, the blonde Kryptonian holding her hands up to try and show she was not going to attack.

"You! If I find out that you or your DEO had anything to do with this I'll—" Shatter then placed a hand on her mate's shoulder, telling him to stand down.

"They had nothing to do with this, and you know it. Don't misdirect your anger. . ." Shatter reminded him, as Dropkick deactivated his weapons with Blitzwing following suit.

Supergirl, now feeling less threatened with weapons no longer being pointed at her hovered upwards towards Shatter as she saw her cradling the now sleeping Brendan in her arms.

"What happened?. . ." Was all she asked, looking down at him before looking back up into the crimson hues of the femme.

"He had a waking nightmare. Due to his lineage, he was pulled into the Matrix and must've witnessed memories of Cybertron's war. This isn't the first time this has happened, but it's the first time he's displayed such a feat of power. . . " Shatter explained, stroking Brendan's back still but gently.

Supergirl was about to answer, but the sound of an engine caught them off guard as everyone turned around to see a red, white and blue Freightliner Cabover Semi approach the entrance. The blinding white headlights ceased as to the shock of both Supergirl and Martian Manhunter, the truck began to transform, taking the shape of a large Cybertronian. Half his face obscured by a mask but still showed off electric blue orbs instead of the red ones they had all seen. The emblem on the shoulder of the Cybertronian was clear as day however:

It was the symbol of an Autobot.

Dropkick and Blitzwing didn't even say anything, instead stepping aside to let the larger mech through as he approached Shatter.

Shatter's own optics locked onto the mech's own, only to divert back to Brendan sleeping form.

The blue hues of the red and white mech met with Shatter's once more as she gently handed over Brendan to him, allowing the mech to cradle him. Almost immediately, Brendan's chest began to glow with a light blue energy, and at the same time the same glow began to emit from the mech's chest.

Brendan's body soon began to relax, as the mech holding him. Looked back up towards Shatter.

"I've resonated with his spark, and have purged him from the nightmares he had to witness. For now, all we can do is wait for him to awaken. . ." The mech spoke, his voice deep with a baritone hue to it. It was a voice of wisdom and leadership.

"I thought the nightmares had finally stopped, that he'd never have to witness such terrible things again. But I guess we were simply just on borrowed time." Shatter replied, as the large mech nodded.

This time, Supergirl chimed in as she floated upwards to come face to faceplate with the large mech.

"Can someone please tell me what is going on? Who are you? What just happened and why did his chest glow like yours?" Supergirl asked, feeling a bit out of the loop.

The mech stared into the eyes of the Kryptonian, and after a few moments finally spoke.

"My name is Optimus Prime, and I am the leader of the Autobots. And Brendan here. . .

Optimus looked down at Brendan once more.

. . .is my sparkling."

Supergirl's head tilted, unaware of the term.

"In a much simpler term, Brendan is his child. His son." Shatter corrected, which caused Kara's eyes to widen as she looked between both him and Brendan.

". . .okay, can you say that again—?"