Disclaimer: Took a while to find time to write a chapter, but I hope this makes up for it. Next update might be the same.

If anyone came back to this chapter after it's been posted, I made some much needed editing at the start. Given S7's suspicions of Blake, it made no sense for her to be with Sam and Mikaela at the start. So, I fixed that, along with a few other things. Hope it feels and looks better.

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"Speaking"

Thinking

"Reading"

I winced, blinking back the stunning bright lights at flashed in my face, blasting away the darkness and shadows around me. Sam...? Is that you? There was someone there, in the corner of my line of sight, but it took forever to register who they were. Because holy cow, I can't see right now, ouch. "Heh. About time you woke up. We were wondering if you suffered any brain damage."

That... was not Sam.

The Sector Seven agent stared at me from across the bed I rested in, face showing an amused and slightly concerned look. Key word being slightly. Eugh. More of them. "Few more hours than we would've liked, but I don't blame them." He stood upright, and I caught sight of the pistol in the holster on his hip. There were no windows, wherever I was. The entire room felt... cold. Lifeless. And being stuck with this man wasn't helping me. Guess I... only imagined I heard them. Or if I did, it was before we were separated. I doubted they were in the building I was at.

"Where-?" I stopped to cough, a dry and ugly sound. The man winced, and wandered to a single table off to the side. A pitcher of water sat there, along with a plastic cup. "Wh-where am I?"

"Drink." He handed the filled glass to me, and I hurried to let the liquid trail down my throat. He didn't reply to my question right away, only watching mutely until I at last lowered the cup. "How do you feel?" Feel? Pal, is that supposed to be a j-! Another pain raced through me, this time through my head. The cup tumbled from my hand onto the blanket, thankfully empty, and I reached up to place a trembling hand against its side.

I felt... cloth. Damp cloth, bound tightly around my forehead, with the knot at the far left. Hmm? Lowering my hand, I stared at the crimson that stained my fingertips, painting them in a color that hadn't dried yet. Blood. Grimacing, I wiped it on the sheets beside me. If I was being held captive, there was no fault in soiling the bedding. If I was asleep for so long, I probably already bled over the pillow case. And I did, I thought, throwing a quick look behind me. "So, I... take it I'm being held captive because of... my unique status?"

He couldn't have been any older than me. From looks alone, maybe in his late twenties, early thirties. He nodded, giving another appraising look. "Higher ups want you kept under surveillance, make sure you're not a threat." He chuckled, finally finding something funny in the mess I was in. "Pretty sure you're not here to bring about an invasion, but given what's going down, you can understand their concern."

"I'm telling you, I am human." Couldn't they run tests to prove that? "And besides the hit, and... this, what else happened to me?" This, being the green cloth wrapped around my other arm. The one that didn't clasp the cup. The limb was fastened securely, showing no signs of easily slipping, and was held in a triangular bandage. I... when did this happen?

"Heard you fell from a bridge before tackling us. It's not broken, but the bruising isn't pretty." He moved closer, and I handed the cup back to him. He was careful not to touch my hand, and the blood that still covered it. "You woke up when we were removing you from the helicopter before passing out again." So I did hear Sam and Mikaela. Helicopter. That meant I was flown in, and upon landing, they broke us apart. No doubt, getting me there was a far more urgent matter. There was a jump from then, and when I woke up. What... did happen there? Where was I? The odd void, that their voices broke me out of. What was that? And how far behind are they? How long was I out for?

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" I sighed, head falling forward. There were no cuffs chaining me to the bed. I was free to get up whenever I wanted. I was just... sore, with a headache, and I had no idea where I was. Running out of there was a foolish plan, and could result in me getting shot on sight. "... so Sam's coming here?"

"Him, the girl, and the two programmers that managed to steal classified government secrets." I-I'm sorry, what? Programmers? The... other arrivals. I knew who he was talking about. However, I blanked on their names. It was a fact they didn't appear as much in the movie as Sam and Mikaela had. It wasn't so much as a problem with my mind, as it was I honestly couldn't recall who they were. "You five have been giving the base a run for their money."

"Same could be said for you." I wonder... "so does... you're not going to dissect me, are you?" Oh, I hated it. I hated feeling week and defenseless, but what else could I do? It was a reasonable fear I had ever since I arrived there. The idea of having tools rip me open, my organs laying out on some metal tray under bright surgical lights... I needed to get out of there. Now.

The Sector Seven agent opened his mouth again, either to dodge my question or give a less-than-helpful remark, when a burst of static came from the radio mounted on his chest. Plucking it off his vest, he held it to his ear. "Agent Williams. Is there an issue?" From the distance I was at, I couldn't hear the response on the other side. That didn't mean I couldn't judge what was happening from his expression. The newly named Agent Williams had a small look of surprise, before giving a chuckle. "I understand. I'll have her up there right away." He put the radio back, and moved to my side. "Congrats, Miss Wile. Looks like your friend there's a master at negotiation."

Friend? "Sam?" Kid, what did you do? Negotiation-what did he say to them to get her out of there? Oh, who cares? I was out of there.

"Hold still." He grabbed my arm, the one free of the sling, and threw it over his shoulder. Kicking the sheets off, revealing my filthy clothes underneath, I let him slowly pull me up onto my feet. "Alright. Let's go."

It was a rough movement, of him dragging me along rather than helping me walk. The room vanished behind me as we turned a corner, and the halls were slowly filled with pipes and other workers and agents. All in different uniforms, where only a few gave us a look before passing on. Them hearing of the odd girl that wasn't in any of their records, of course they'd be curious. I was human. I was human, and they... they were all acting like I was an alien. Something to be studied, or to be feared, or to be talked to like something lesser. Bee. Bee, where are you in here?

I allowed my mind to wander as Agent Williams led me on. My head was ringing quite badly, but it wasn't something I could deal with at the moment. All I could do, was try to keep myself from falling forward. Williams gave a grunt, readjusting his hold on me the moment my legs started failing. "Keep up. We're almost to the surface."

"Okay, just... if I drop, get a wheelchair ready." Bee's here, I know it. I couldn't recall the exact location I was at, but if I was being held hostage, then so was he. Then where were the other Autobots? How much had they seen when Bee got attacked, and they were all dragged off by Sector Seven? Wonder what they thought, if they did see it, when Sam and I rushed them? If anything, I hoped that they were safe. I hope I didn't scare Jazz too badly.

"Here." He stopped at a door, a heavy one, and opened it to let us pass through. The warmth of the Nevada sun hit my face, and I was forced to blink back the light once again. Williams looked at my scrunched up face, and for the first time, he gave a smile. "Welcome to Hoover Dam."

Hoover Dam... it makes sense. What else would be big enough to easily hide an alien? Far, far above my head, tourists lined the edges, a few spotting us at the base. In their eyes, we were no doubt mere dots. The mountain range surrounded us on all sides, reflecting off the reservoir and what water flowed near us. "That's... quite a drop." A steep one. Falling from that would definitely be fatal. "Hmmm..." I'm... missing something again. Though, it could be because of something that's... different this time around. My mere presence had altered how things went, and at the moment, one of them was slipping through what net I had tried to create. Perfect. As if this couldn't get any worse.

"Blake!" My head snapped to the right, and a massive grin made its way to my face. Surrounded by agents, Mikaela and Sam walked in the middle. The teen broke free from the others, and I broke free of Williams' hold to limp-run towards them. His eyes widened, taking in my battered state, and I looped my arm around him once I got close enough. I pulled him close, before letting go with a teary smile. No, I wasn't crying, but I was absolutely thankful. Ecstatic for him somehow pulling enough strings to get me out of there.

"You owe big time for this, Sam. Majorly." It took a moment for him to understand what I was talking about, before he gave his own laugh. I preferred this one, way over Williams'. His was genuine, and full of emotion. Mikaela met us, as did the others, and I turned my happiness over to her. "Sorry if I scared you two."

"We can talk about it later," she replied. Right behind her were two other people, and she gestured to them. "Maggie and Glen. They found out about Sam's grandfather through..." she was confused, and looked to the blonde for help.

"Through breaking down the code used to hack the system." Which system, I doubted she would explain further. Classified, probably. "Nice to meet you, Blake."

"Likewise." I looked at the rest of the group, and narrowed my eyes at Simmons. "If I wasn't so banged up right now, I'd kick you into next week."

"Is it really the time to be threatening me?" Is it really the time to be locking me up like I'm an animal? I opened my mouth to retort, when new voice cut in.

"So not only did you bring children into this, but you had some woman locked in the basement too?" Lennox and company. Oh, bless him. Berets of different colors, and different insignia worn proudly on their tunics and berets accompanied the group of agents. These men, now, I remembered. They were on the other side of the world, while I was juggling out things there. "What, was she attempting a crop circling?" Lennox's dry question snapped Simmons' hardened look to him, who only raised a brow.

"I can assure you, soldier, that they are the most experienced with what you are about to face. As for her, I'm afraid you don't have access to that information." Epps looked about ready to reply with his own comment, but part of what Simmons said was right. True, the military personal before us had already faced down a Decepticon, but Sam, Mikaela, and I had spoken to the Autobots. We had no fighting background, but with knowledge, we outranked them. As for the second part... he also still had a point. What did my status mean to Lennox and the other men? They had no influence on what would become of me when it was all over. "This way." The Nevada sun was hot on our faces, and blinding our eyes. The sunglasses the new agent and Simmons wore made much more sense. "Alright, here's the situation. You've all had direct contact with the NBEs."

"NBEs?" Epps asked, voicing our confusion.

"Non-Biological Extraterrestrials. Try and keep up with the acronyms." A tunnel stood ahead of us, and we disappeared into the cliff's side, entering a world of crackling electricity and dampened stone floors.

"What you're about to see is totally classified." The agent, who by now I had to assume was the one in charge of Sector Seven, guided us through to a massive chamber. Technicians were scattered about, holding guns, working busily at computers, and putting all of their attention on...

"Megatron." The name was a whisper, and Sam, who was the closest to me, stiffened. He never saw the Con before, never saw an image or received a description, but from the one mention of his designation, the blood drained from the teen's face. The Decepticon warlord, the leader who brought Cybertron to a state of decay and ruin, was petrified in ice before our very eyes. Metallic arms kept him in place upright, and a few agents in white hazmat suits hosed him down with liquid nitrogen. The same way they took down Bumblebee. "Sam...?"

"I know. I know," he replied, equally stressed. "This isn't good." A beat, and he shot me a raised brow. "How'd you know that's him?"

"He crashed down on Earth and was frozen in the Arctic. Who else could he be?" Yes, that was somewhat on the sarcastic side, but seriously? Sam, use your head. The Decepticon logo was front and center on his chest, and there was no way it was any lesser Con. Without a doubt, it was Megatron that towered above them... and that made the situation all the more grim.

"We think when he made his approach over the north pole, our gravitational field screwed up his telemetry. He crashed in the ice, probably a few thousand years ago. We shipped him here to this facility in 1934." Few thousand years. If I had this right, then Optimus had his team searching for the Allspark for centuries. Supposedly if Megatron took off right after it was launched, or once Cybertron was too far gone, then... h-how long was this war going on for? How old were the Bots!?

"We call him NBE-One," Simmons proclaimed.

Sam surveyed the group, and with a nudge from Mikaela, he spoke. "Well, sir, I don't mean to correct you on everything you think you know, but-I mean, that's Megatron. He's the leader of the Decepticons."

"He's been in cryostasis since 1935," the Sector Seven leader continued. "Your great-great-grandfather made one of the greatest discoveries in the history of mankind."

"Fact is, you're looking at the source of the modern age. The microchip, lasers, spaceflight, cars, all reverse-engineered by studying him." Simmons leaned towards Sam, almost speaking into his ear. "NBE-One. That's what we call it."

"Okay, cars have been around before long before you found him, so that argument is invalid," I said. Unless he was talking about modern cars, then maybe. "Second of all, had you seriously not considered your military should know that you've got a warlord on ice down here, right next to a highly populated area?"

The agent turned to face me. "Until these events, miss, we had no credible threat to national security."

One of the people mixed in our group, an older man in smart dress frowned, displeased with the reply. "Well, you got one now." He's... the Secretary of Defense, right? If he was the one to invite Maggie and Glen, he had to have been with us.

"So why Earth?" Lennox asked.

"That would be for the Allspark." I had their attention completely now. Everyone's eyes were on me, and though I'd rather Sam speak, it was my fault for answering the question. Dang it. "See, Optimus-the leader of the Autobots, also known as the good guys-informed us that their war sapped their planet of all ways to create life." I could have gone on to talk about energon, but the less Sector Seven knew, the better. "The Allspark helped create that. So Megatron-your NBE-One-wants to use it to transform human technology into an army and take over the universe."

"And you're positive that's correct?" Simmons asked. He didn't trust me. I understood, but while my background was a concern, he had bigger things to deal with right now.

"It is... you guys know where the Cube is, don't you?" It was delightful seeing the red drain from his face, and the partially anxious look exchanged with his boss.

"This way." Without verbally answering my question, we took off down a side hallway, away from the Decepticon-to my great relief-and to another part of their headquarters. Pale cement and brick walls were all that surrounded us, and the men opened a door to the left. Banachek. So that's his name. The agent's name was engraved on the door in a gold plaque, which led me to believe this was his office. Has to be. Why else would we go in some random agent's room?

The room was small with brick walls and a single light mounted against the material. Seven pictures of different men surrounded a plaque reading "The First Seven", right above a desk scattered with papers. Though, it wasn't the room that had our attention, no. It was the outside that had us frozen in place, staring in amazement. Outside of the large reinforced glass that stretched an entire wall, surrounded by walkways, lights, and cars, and embedded within the ground we were so deep within... the Allspark.

"It's huge," Sam mumbled, not believing what stood on the other side of the wall. Frankly... I couldn't believe it either. I had thought it'd be smaller, since the Autobots had ejected it into space. No matter how tall they were, either the Cube was smaller before it arrived, or they had a ton of people help get rid of it.

"Carbon dating puts the Cube here around ten thousand BC," Banachek explained. "The first Seven didn't find it until 1913.. They knew it was alien because of the matching hieroglyphics on the Cube as well as NBE-One. President Hoover had the dam built around it. Four football fields thick of concrete. A perfect way to hide its energy from being detected by anyone or any alien species on the outside."

We stood there for a few minutes, watching people move about the guardrails lining the Allspark, observing the runes and making notes. "Wait, back up. You-you said the dam hides the Cube's energy. And she said it created life. Have you seen that in person?" Maggie had pieced it together far more quickly than Simmons would've liked, giving a neutral look while Banachek guided us out of the room and further down the hall.

"Good question. Please step inside. They have to lock us in." There was a door at the far end of the corridor, a metal one with two workers on either side. Ushering us in, one of them closed the vaulted entrance once we were far enough inside, an echoing metallic clunk bouncing through the room.

"What's that? Freddy Krueger done been up in here or something?" Epps and Glen looked at the massive claw marks on the metal wall above their heads, digging deep into the sturdy material. Several panels had been ripped off, bent and twisted. That couldn't have been human. Far from it. How often do they have to replace that box? Or... was that before they had the idea of the container? I don't think I want to know.

"Oh, no, man. Freddy Krueger have four blades, man. That's only three. That's Wolverine! Hrr!" Glen laughed, making a growling noise while clawing the air. "Right? That's Wolverine!"

"That's very funny." The smile dropped from Glen's face, and the two men turned to face Simmons. How Epps was keeping his cool around the man was beyond me. Every minute he spoke, I had to replay the moment I slapped him silly in my head. I couldn't snap now. Can't say the same for him. "Anybody have any mechanical devices? BlackBerry? Key alarm? Cell phone?"

Glen reached into his pocket, and tossed him its contents. "I got a phone," he muttered, previous humor gone.

Simmons caught it, checking it over. "Ooh. Nokias are real nasty. You've got to respect the Japanese." He opened the blue box in the middle of the room, placing the black flip phone down. "They know the way of the samurai."

"... Nokia's from Finland," Maggie said. Sec-Def glanced at her, and shrugged.

"Yes, but he's, you know... a little strange. He's a little strange." One of the scientists in the room with us handed out large goggles, with tinted glass to block out the light. I slid my pair on, and though the room shifted into a darker state, it was still easy to see.

Closing the door, the room began to hum with power, and the others put their goggles on too. "We're able to take the Cube radiation... and funnel it into that box." Simmons moved to the side of the room, flipping switches as we watched a mechanical arm position itself over the phone. A burst of white light shot through the arm into the device, and retracted just as quickly as it lowered. The phone hopped in place, and began to come apart. Tiny parts shifted around, and a tiny alien replaced the phone. Red eyes stared at us, and angry chattering filled the air as it ran forward and threw itself at the glass. Several of us, myself included, jumped back in alarm.

"Mean little sucker, huh?" Each jump the creature made, the glass began to fracture.

"That thing is freaky!" Maggie exclaimed, flinching as it fired of several rounds into the glass in her direction.

"Kind of like the itty-bitty Energizer Bunny from hell, huh?" Simmons was circling around the room, watching our reactions. Scared, concerned, worried... angry. I was angry. I knew the Allspark created life, but this? This wasn't life. This was some type of Frankenstein's monster. It wasn't entirely Cybertronian, far from it. It had a soul, but no proper thought. All I could see was rage.

A tiny missile was fired, and it rammed the glass in front of mine and Mikaela's face. A dent, much deeper than the previous ones was left behind as it scrambled back. "Oh... He's breaking the box." Simmons picked up a remote off to the side and pressed a button, standing next to Banachek. A burst of electricity shot through the box's lid, and the alien shrieked as it rolled off, leaving only a smoking blackened corpse behind.

"I really hate this guy," Mikaela muttered, peeling the goggles off her face. As the rest of us copied the action, the lights began to flicker, with faint echoing bangs resonating from somewhere outside the room. Oh no.

"Gentlemen," Sec-Def announced, "they know the Cube is here."

Simmons' boss rushed to an intercom, slamming a hand down on the button. "Banachek. What's going on?" We couldn't make out the other side of the conversation, but Lennox and the few soldiers close enough certainly did, all exchanging looks. "What!?"

"Do you have an arms room?" Lennox leaned in, putting his face in front of Banachek to ensure he heard him. He nodded, and the door opened with the man on the outside giving his superiors a nervous look. "Let's go."

It was a mad rush through the maze that was Sector Seven, everyone following Banachek's direction. Dashing out of the hallway into a larger room, filled with generators, Banachek gestured to the workers scattered around, confused as to what was happening. "Get everyone to the NBE-One chamber now!" Leading the charge, we took off in the direction of the rest of the S7 agents, before splitting off down another corridor. The lights kept switching on and off, the action making my pace quicken. "They're popping our generators!"

"How did they get in?" Sam asked, taking the lead in our little trio. I have no idea. There was no way they could've gotten a Con in with us. When Sam booted the police car's minion, there was no possible way it could've hitched a ride. The only possibility was that either it was hiding on Bee's person, or the Con recovered, and trailed us the entire way, dropping off the questionable intruder. Still, there was no point in wondering how they did it. They accomplished their goal, and we had to counter against it.

"Doesn't matter. We got bigger concerns, kid. Forty millimetre sabot rounds on that table, now!" The instant we entered the arms room, just as Lennox wanted, Simmons barked the order to the agents already prepping themselves. Lennox's team split up, equipping their own weapons while Sam, Mikaela, the programmer duo, and I watched. None of us had any experience in heavy artillery, so we wouldn't be of any help.

"That's good. Get all the ammo you got. Everything you can carry. Bring it." Though, if this is going where I hopefully think it is.. it doesn't hurt, right? I split from the group, and knew they were watching me move to a table. Slowly, I slid my arm out of the sling, giving a hiss in the process. Yeah, it was definitely bruised, just like Mikaela said, but being limited to one arm was not going to be helpful in the next few hours.

"Let's see." I grabbed one of the rifles, already sporting a strap to carry over one's back, and took several of the magazines that were laid out. Ignoring the looks at my sudden actions, I shoving them into my pockets before slinging the weapon onto my person. Better safe than sorry.

The lights flickered again, taking several agonizingly long seconds to turn back on. Everyone froze, looking up as the fixtures swung back and forth over our heads. Sam huffed, and moved towards Simmons as he continued to load his rifle. "You got to take me to my car. You have to take me to my car. He's gonna know what to do with the Cube." Mikaela followed him, and I trailed along behind, rifle bouncing with each step.

"Your car?" Simmons barely looked up, more focused on what he was doing. "It's confiscated."

"Then unconfiscate it," Sam fired back.

"We do not know what will happen if we let it near this thing!" The back and forth was only escalating the situation. Most of the people in the room had stopped to listen, hearing Simmons' volume spike.

"You don't know-" Mikaela tried to but in, only to get shot down as quickly as Sam had.

"Maybe you know," he replied dismissively, "but I don't know."

"So what, you'd rather trust your own judgment? The same kind that has Megatron in the nearby room about to wake up?" I snapped, slamming a hand down on the table beside him. "Like that's been any helpful in the past couple of hours!"

"I have people's lives at stake here, young la-!"

"Take them to their car!" No one had time to react as Lennox grabbed the scuff of Simmons' uniform, throwing him back against a table away from us. Guns were drawn with speed that took us civilian personnel back. Still keeping his grip on Simmons, Lennox was aiming a handgun pulled from his belt at the S7 agent who had his rifle at his head. "Drop it."

One of his team members rammed his gun into two agents' faces, knocking them to the floor as Epps pulled his rifle on one of them. If I didn't have the Decepticon leader so close by, and knew how much danger we were in, I'd enjoy the moment a lot more. A lot more. I'm still very much enjoying it regardless. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Banachek held his hands up, stunned by the sudden turn of events.

"Drop your weapon, soldier," Simmons, with more calmness than he should've had, ordered. "There's an alien war going on and you're gonna shoot me?"

"You know, we didn't ask to be here," Lennox hissed.

Simmons narrowed his eyes. With whatever rank he wielded, though not known to us, he attempted to get Lennox to release him. "I'm ordering you under S7 executive jurisdict-"

"S7 don't exist," Epps butted in, not letting him finish.

"Right. And we don't take orders from people that don't exist," Lennox added, looking between the two of them.

Sam and Mikaela wisely shuffled backwards, seeing the escalation. "I'm gonna count to five."

"Well, I'm gonna count to three." Not missing a beat, Lennox swung the gun around and planted it over Simmons' chest. "Mm?" His grip on his uniform tightened, ensuring that he would not be making a break for it. Sweat poured down the soldier's forehead, the two not budging an inch. Another bang rattled the room, completely silent except for Lennox's heavy breathing. He really is ready to pull that trigger, isn't he?

"Simmons?"

The agent glanced to Sec-Def, but kept his attention on Lennox. Hard to focus on something else when the barrel of a gun was digging into your skin. "Yes, sir?"

"I'd do what he says. Losing's really not an option for these guys." The tiniest trace of a smile was in his words, but Simmons must've either missed it or ignored it. With how things are going and how he's acting, it could be either one. Lennox had not lowered the gun, and we all waited to see what his response would be.

Eyes darting from the government official to Lennox, he eventually settled on the soldier. "... alright. Okay. Hey, you want to lay the fate of the world on the kid's Camaro? That's cool." Lennox shoved him back as he retracted the gun, and slowly, everyone else did the same.

"Finally," I muttered, and dashed over to Banachek. "Where's Bee? Don't guide me, j-just tell me where to go."

"Down the hall, two lef-hey!" I didn't let him finish, sprinting out of the armory. Sam's frantic shout was lost to my ears as sneakers pounded against cold cement floor. I was going a little out of bounds, but though I knew we were heading there immediately, I needed to see him. I needed to see Bee, and what those agents had done to him. And they better hope I found him in one piece.

"She's fast," I heard Lennox observe, not that far behind me. Following the leader's directions, I found a large door, standing out against the other smaller rooms. Placing both hands on it, I pushed it open, surprised at its weight.

Painful electronic noises met my hears once I got through a crack big enough to inch through. Though no longer tied down, the Autobot was halfway frozen on the metal slab, sprays of nitrogen coating every inch of his frame under bright spotlights. "Bumblebee!"

"No, no! Stop!" The others caught up to me, and Sam joined me in a frenzy, pushing the agents away. "You got to stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!"

"No, no, stop, stop, stop!" Thankful that Banachek was on our side, the Sector Seven men obeyed, hesitantly backing away and lowering their machinery.

"You got to let him go! Let him go!" Lennox's men stationed themselves at the back, guns raised. Mikaela and I were right behind Sam, seeing Bee struggle to turn around to look down at us. His entire body's locked up.

"Bee, hey. Hey." My voice was quiet, and I struggled to keep myself calm. For his sake, and my own, we didn't need any more panicking. "It's fine, okay? Nobody's going to hurt you anymore." That was better than asking if he was okay, because obviously, he wasn't. Come on, Bee. Respond. Blue optics widened, and before I knew it, a hand reached out and scooped me off the ground. "Whoa! Bee!" Cradled against his chest, my heart pounded at the sight of Bee's battle mask shifting into position, and the arm not holding onto me into a blaster. The end glowed with an orange light that was very much ready to fire. "Bee!"

Why is he acting like-oh... my bandages. He witnessed my tackle, and with the addition of Simmons in the room and a bunch of agents who were responsible for mine and his treatment... should've thought this out more carefully. "Oh, crap," Sam exclaimed. "B-Bee, listen to me. She's fine, okay, we're all fine. The Cube is here and the Decepticons are coming."

Only giving a low electronic growl in reply, Bee got off the table, positioning himself at the far end of the room, all while not letting me go. "Sam, get them to lower their guns," I hissed. "Now!" Bee saw almost everyone in there with us as a threat, and until that was dealt with, I would not be settled until then.

He nodded frantically, and motioned to our audience. "Just back up a little bit. He's friendly. He's fine. Okay, come on. Put the guns down. They're not gonna hurt you." Suspenseful seconds ticked by, and the mask finally retracted. The gun shifted away, earning a relieved sigh. "Here, come with me. I'm gonna take you to the Allspark."

The doors were opened the full way, and slowly, we all trickled out of the room before starting to jog in the direction of the Cube's location. "Blake? Are you coming down?" I peered down at Mikaela and shrugged, as much as I could with how I was settled.

"Doubt it. I don't think I'll be coming down until we have to leave." Bee's steps were quick, but he wasn't as rushing as much as the others, keeping his pace in time with the humans around his feet. "Bumblebee, I don't suppose you'd be willing to let me sit on your shoulder? This is sort of awkward." Bee nodded with a smile, bring his arm upwards and letting me scramble onto his shoulder. There weren't as many parts sticking up like Optimus', and the doors of his Camaro form, sticking out like wings, were just low enough that I didn't accidentally hit them. "Thanks."

The giant room we had initially seen from the tiny room was in chaos, with S7 agents running everywhere, preparing for the meltdown and trying to boot the generators back up. "Are you alright?" I smiled at the familiar sound of his radio working, thankful that it wasn't broken or damaged.

"I'm fine. Sorry I scared you." Patting the side of head, I looked up at the looming giant that was the Allspark. Bee gave a low whistle, taken back by it just as we were. Sort of funny, actually. Finding something that makes even him look small in comparison. Stepping around the agents and soldiers as Mikaela and Sam scrambled onto a platform underneath the Cube itself, Bumblebee brought his hands up to the lone corner jutting out from the rock, barely able to reach its engraved edges.

A burst of light came from his fingertips, washing over its surface and leaving thin blue lines over it, sectioning it into smaller pieces. Narrowing his grip to the single square that made up the point, ripple after ripple of white light sprung forth. The runes glowed blue, and from the very back of the Allspark, we could make out the sound of movement. "Oh, my god." Mikaela's hands were over her mouth, words whispered as the object collapsed in on itself, shifting parts altering their size and moving inside a still-formed square. The movement repeated over, and over again, until Bee could easily hold it in his hands. The final sections, tiny squares of what was originally there, snapped into place at the top, with the Autobot moving his fingers to not get them stuck.

"Message from Starfleet, Captain," Bee finally announced, looking at my slack-jawed face. "Let's get to it."

"I... I'm so confused, and... wow." That wasn't my most brilliant sentence, but the entire movement was stunning. "Just... wow."

"He's right. We stay here, we're screwed with Megatron in the other hangar." Lennox had attracted everyone's attention, and the mention of Megatron returned the air of how serious this was. "Mission City is twenty two miles away. We're gonna sneak that Cube out of here and we're gonna hide it somewhere in the city."

"Is that a good idea?" I called down. "Sir, what happens if they find us out? Civilian casualties?" There was every right to be concerned with the idea of bringing such an important and dangerous artifact into a city. We didn't need to risk any more lives than we already were. Because no matter what... the people trying to contain Megatron won't make it out alive.

"That is true, but it is the closest location to the dam, and will serve as a rendezvous point until we achieve contact for a proper evacuation," Sec-Def said. "There should be a working radio there you'll be able to use."

"Exactly. But we cannot make a stand without the Air Force," Lennox continued.

The older man turned to Simmons. "This place must have some kind of radio link!" Simmons nodded, still staring where the Cube had previously stood. "Shortwave, CB!"

"Right! Yes!" Little shell-shocked there, aren't you, Simmons?

"Sir, you got to figure out some way to get word out to them. Let's move!" Leaving Simmons and Sec-Def alone, Bee followed after the others, bringing a hand up to lower me to the ground as we went. Moving to where the other vehicles were lined up, having been driven by some of the soldiers that did not give chase to rescue Bee, I felt a rough nudge against my back.

"Huh? Bee, what is-?" He held the Allspark out, and pushed it against my chest. "O-oh. You want me to... be the one to carry it?" He nodded, optics shining a little brighter. "I... sure." The hoodie's sleeves didn't let me make physical contact, but I was still wary in holding, well... the Cybertronian race's most treasured item. The artifact that helped create their race. Curling my fingers around the base, I hugged it to my chest, and blinked. "It's... warm."

"Alright, Blake, get it in the car!" Drawn back to the moment, I hurried out of the way as Bee transformed, rolling towards Sam and Mikaela in the familiar Camaro form. Several of Lennox's team shuffled out of the way, and I threw myself into the open driver's side. "Mister Secretary! Get our birds in the air. When we get to the city, we're gonna find a radio, and I'll have Epps vector them in, okay?" The teens jumped into the back, pulling on the seat belts as Bee revved his engine.

One by one, we pulled out, situated in the middle of the line of cars. Another echoing bang bounced through the room, and I hugged the Cube closer to me instinctively. As I did, the radio dials spun, and the seat belt tightened. "Everything, everything will be just fine. Everything, everything will be alright. Alright."

"Heh... I really hope so, Bee. I-I really do." My thoughts, my memory... what good did they serve now? Especially now that we're about to be thrown into the heat of things? I-I wanted to remember, I did. I honestly should have brought that paper along with me instead of heaving it into a drawer for later use. I-I should know things, even before putting them down for the future. Basic things. Details about the alien race still lurked in my head, fading in and out from shows watched in passing. Now though, despite the fact I knew there were multiple films, I just... I...

I don't remember what comes next.

My memory had run out.

I do wonder if the story is progressing rather quickly, but then I remember that the moment Sam gets the car, everything happens over two-three days. It's a short time-span with not many breaks in between. Though I could have expanded the time skip before he gives the presentation at school, not much happens.

Until next time!

Angel