So I have decided to rewrite this chapter, well more like edit it and change it up a bit, because I am rewriting the rest of the fic from here! So from here on out the chapters are going to be vastly different than before, and the story is going almost completely AU, with only some situations that were from the movies that will be tweaked to fit this new plotline. I wanted to do something different with the TF fandom, something that gives more depth to where everything came from, that ties into legends that we have on Earth today! It's sort of a collaboration with a friend of mine, and a lot of it is based off of her fic Extinction isn't always forever! I got a lot of the ideas from it, and I've helped her a great deal with her own storyline, and many factors in it! But the plot is different for this fic, somewhat at least! I really hope that you guys will give it a chance, and be open minded about it! Thanks!
TF Fan-for-life- Muahahahahahaha I am the cliffhanger master! There will be many more that will drive you even more crazy!
HeartsGuardianSol- Uh oh is right! It only gets worse from here! Or better...depends on which way you look at it!
himelove22- She's a stupid bee-otch! Oh SNAP is right! How did you like this one?
ThePegasusDevice- Ha ha it was all a misunderstanding, but yes some of the males in this story are very stupid. We might as well toss ShimmerNova into that category too!
Coolgal02- *Evil laughter* That's how I roll!
SweetSpark22- Well we talked your issues with this chapter out anyways. :D
CastielLunaWinchester- Blowing holes in my ship? Ha ha! Yeah she is a bitch! And no Sunny doesn't really do chill when it comes to Clare.
- I think a better thing to say would be Megatron is the end of all life! Well he wishes!
Autobot 7- Sides is in trouble! Give it a few chapters and you'll see what's going on!
DarkshadowXsunny-sides- All I can say is that situations can be misleading! Buckle in it's going to be a bumpy ride!
SarahBloomSakura- You'll have to wait and see what that was all about! :D
MidnightRaineStorm- Ha ha sorry you got mad! Here's another chapter for you!
Moonlightdeer- Poor Clare... :(
(Clare's POV)
We were so dead! That was all I could think as Sam and I approached the railing where Megatron's ugly face was peering at us, comm chatter raging in my helm, Ironhide, Chromia, the twins, Optimus, all of them shouting questions at me.
:What do you mean Megatron is alive?!: Ironhide shouted over the comm link.
:I thought he was offlined during the battle of Mission City! Clare what is going on?!: That was Chromia.
:I don't know! All I know is that he's here right now! He's right in front of us and he wants Sam and I for some reason! We can't get out! There's no way we can get past all of them!:
:Stay away from him baby! Run! Leave the humans behind! I don't care what happens to them but I don't want you to be offlined!:
:Sunny she's not going to leave Sam or Mikeala behind and you know it! Sweetspark is there any way that you can distract them for long enough to create an opening to get away?:
My spark clenched when I heard Sides' voice...heard him calling me sweetspark again. It caused so much agony in me… So much… :No there's nothing that I can do. If it was just one maybe I could do something, but it's Megatron, Starscream, and Blackout...:
Sam was walking beside me towards him.
:I'm going to leave my comm channel open so that you all can hear what's going on ok?:
:Ok. We are coming as fast as we can Clare. Just keep calm.: Optimus responded.
"You remember me don't you boy?" Megatron growled.
Sam held his arms up in surrender. "Look just please don't hurt my cousin or them!"
"SHUT UP!" Megatron roared as he swiped out at us knocking us off of the cat walk. We both went flying through the air, only I never hit the ground because Megatron grabbed me up out of the air.
Mikeala released a terrified scream. "SAM! CLARE!"
Sam landed hard with a grunt on some kind of metal slab.
Megatron pinned him down while I struggled to do something to help. But I couldn't move an inch because of how tightly I was being held. "It feels good to grab your flesh! I'm going to kill you slowly and painfully! Then after I'm done your organic friends will be next!" He turned his helm to sniff at me. "But before that I'm going to have some fun with your femme bot friend. I don't know why you call her a term of endearment reserved for those in a familiar unit, but that must mean that she is important to you. So, I'm going to make you watch me kill her slowly and painfully first."
A chorus of enraged growls sounded over the comm link. None were louder than the twins and their death threats towards Megatron if he touched me.
"But first...we have some delicate operations to do."
I could see him squeezing Sam's arm, making him yell in pain. There was nothing that I could do to stop it, and that thought made me curse myself for being so small and weak, unable to help my friends and family when they needed me!
Megatron gave a delighted smirk upon hearing the pained cry. "I could snap your arm so easily..." He sounded like he really wanted to, but instead he gestured to the side at a little telescope that was sitting on a table, it transformed into a small shrimp like bot that scrambled up onto Sam. "Doctor examine this alien specimen." He chuckled darkly.
"I'm zee doctor! I need zee information!" He cackled before swiping at Sam's face with his pointed leg.
"SAM!" I yelled as I started struggling harder against my captor. All of a sudden I felt myself being slammed down onto the hard concrete beneath us, a pained cry escaping me as I found myself being pinned down by Megatron.
"Starscream?"
"Yes My lord?"
"This one is a little too spirited... Break her." He ordered.
Starscream grinned maliciously as he took over holding me down. "As you wish My lord." He purred.
I turned away from him just in time to see Sam with these tentacle things sticking out of his nose... His face was red, and he was obviously choking. Just seeing him like that made me want to throw up.
I wasn't able to stay focused on him for long because Starscream suddenly slammed a single clawed digit straight into my chassis, just beneath the spark chamber. My entire body arched from the sheer agony of having my spark chamber nicked, and an anguished scream escaped me before I could stop it.
Yelling could be heard through the comms, and from the bond to my creators. It had suddenly been thrust wide open due to my surprise, my pain flooding through it like a tidal wave. Instant rage came racing back, a sense of comfort accompanying it. They were both trying to calm the erratic thrashing of my frame before I did more damage to myself than anything.
Starscream cackled dangerously, before leaning into my face. "So pretty...it's been so long since I've seen a femme bot. You're so...alluring. Perhaps that Master will not care if I use you? Of course you may break in the process little one, but you will satiate me so not all is lost."
:DON'T YOU FRAGGING TOUCH HER!: Both twins roared over the comm link.
I whimpered when a single digit slid down to my valve where he ripped it off, a sharp digit quickly being thrust into me and forcing me to cry out. Everything in me wanted to cry and scream as he drove that sharp pointed digit into me repeatedly. It hurt so fragging much, almost as bad as when the twins had taken me for the first time, and it took everything in me to stifle my cries.
Not that it did much good because I could hear Mikeala screaming in the background. "YOU SON OF A BITCH! GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF HER! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"
He kept one digit buried into the underside of my spark chamber, while the other slid in and out of me, easily tearing at my insides. I bit my lip to stifle any sounds I was making, the pain so intense that even trying as hard as I could I still whimpered in agony.
And he just laughed as he kept going, switching to a softer motion designed to be more pleasing. "Awwww you're such a strong willed little thing aren't you? Not even one little peep. Maybe instead of trying to make you scream in agony I should try to make you scream in pleasure? Hmm? Would you like that femme?"
I panted harshly against the sudden shift in his attentions. Turning my helm, I spit in his face. "Frag yourself!"
He threw his helm back and laughed. "Mmmm I like this. But I must prepare you first otherwise I'll kill you from joining with you right away."
Disgust and revulsion crept upon me as my body started following the natural motions in this situation. I tried not to like it, even felt disgusted with myself for each small sound I made.
My body tried to arch when I overloaded but it couldn't with the way he was pinning me down. A strained whimper broke free from my vocalizer as I clenched around that violating digit. I had never felt so disgusted or ashamed of myself before. Never.
"You see? This can feel good can't it?"
"CLARE!" Sam yelled when Starscream climbed higher up my body. He didn't even seem to care about the small bot crawling around his head, his terror filled eyes were instead completely locked on me as Starscream prepared to defile me more intimately this time.
Megatron was sitting near him, watching the events that were transpiring with sick satisfaction.
In my desperation to not see what was about to happen to me, I just stared at Sam, even when I felt a giant spike position itself against my opening. With the size of it I would literally be fragged to death I was sure of it. But if I was going to die...
'I'm sorry Sam. For everything. For being angry at you. I love you. Take care of Aunt Judy and Uncle Ron for me.'I mouthed.
Tears were welling in his eyes. He was shaking his head in denial though he understood what I was trying to say.
I felt Starscream press against my opening, my optics snapping shut as if that would stop it from happening. Then a sudden, loud commotion had them snapping back open when the warehouse ceiling exploded and several large forms fell from the sky.
It was Optimus, Bee, and the twins, and when the last two saw what was about to happen to me all pit broke loose.
They both snarled, baring their dentas which were now razor sharp due to their anger before charging at Starscream who had to scramble off of me in order to avoid being ripped apart. Both twins running right after him and firing their cannons at him, each sparing me a worried look as they moved to block the con off from me.
Sam suddenly appeared above me, eyes wide and filled with tears. "CLARE! CLARE ARE YOU OK?"
Did it look like I was ok Sam? I was just molested, my bits were torn from Starscream's damn claw, and I was shaking like a leaf. At least I wasn't so far gone that I couldn't be sarcastic at least in my own helm. "I'm ok Sam."
He helped me sit up, allowing me to get a good look at what was going on, at least for a klik. Bee was shooting at Blackout, Megatron was fighting with Optimus, and the twins were tearing the slag out of Starscream.
As soon as I had taken it all in Optimus spun around, grabbed both of us up, and took off running outside of the warehouse. When he cleared the building he shifted down to alt mode and took off, with Megatron hot on our heels.
"Are you alright Clare?" Optimus asked me as we pulled out of the city and into a wooded region.
"Yes I'm ok. Just a little shaken up." I murmured.
"As soon as I lose Megatron I will get you to Ratchet." He promised me. "He will need to have a look at the damage to your spark casing."
"Ok."
After that it went silent as we drove away from the city, further into a heavily wooded area. Or was it more like a forest? We were driving down a worn dirt path when I heard a commotion behind us.
I caught sight of a large jet of some kind closing in on us, opening firing once it was clear of the trees. The shots just barely missed us, but both Sam and I were thrown from Optimus' cab when he was forced to transform when Megatron did so and tackled him.
"Clare take Sam and hide!"
Didn't need to tell me twice! "Come on!" Grabbing a firm hold of Sam's arm, I tugged him through the trees leaving Optimus grappling with Megatron behind us. Both of them went flying helm over ped over us, landing in a heap in front of us.
We had to turn and swiftly take cover behind some trees nearby, where we continued watching the fight go down. Optimus bludgeoned Megatron over the helm with a freaking tree then used the opening to sucker punch him in the back. I was cheering for him in my helm because I wanted Megatron and Starscream to pay for what they did to Sam and I.
He was kicking old Megatron's aft too!
Megatron must have known that too because he called out for help, like a coward. "DECEPTICONS!"
Blackout was the first con we saw burst over the tree line in his copter mode. He transformed down and rushed at Optimus, knocking over trees in his wake as he rushed at Boss Bot.
Then Starscream showed up, only instead of joining in on the fight, he started chasing Sam and I, as did Megatron. The three were taking turns fighting Optimus to keep him away from us while he tried to keep them at bay.
Megatron was closing in on us the next time that I looked behind me. I wasn't sure how much damage it would do but I drew my rifle and fired at his right optic, his optic shattering, causing him to jerk back with a roar of anger.
My move provided Optimus with the opening to tackle him though. He pulled all three into a one Vs. three death match. He started throwing them all around like it was nothing, punching and kicking them when they got too close!
At least for a few kliks he held his own. Then they all turned the tables from focusing on us, and they closed in on him, apparently realizing that they wouldn't be able to catch us with him running pass interference.
"There is another energon source on this planet! The boy could lead us to it!" Megatron tried reasoning with him while all three were beating him down.
"OPTIMUS!"
Optimus was sent flying from a harsh kick from Megatron, literally flying across the field right over us. He was now heavily damaged, frame sparking from the various dents and cuts etched across its' surface.
"Is the fate of our race not worth the cost of one human life?" Megatron growled.
He struggled to his knees. "You will never stop at one. I'll take you all on!"
Sam and I were forced to take cover again when all four behemoths started going at it again, kicking up dirt and debris, and I had to pull Sam away and take cover to prevent him from breathing it in. For that reason, I couldn't see what exactly was going on for a moment, until I peeked around the patch of trees I'd tugged him behind, just as Optimus managed to kill Blackout, and badly damage both Megatron, and Starscream.
He came running over to where we were hiding right afterwards. "Sam! Clare! Where are you?"
I was about to yell back when I saw Megatron come up behind Optimus. "OPTIMUS! BEHIND YOU!"
My cry of alarm came too late, the cry too slow to prevent him from turning and blocking Megatron when he grabbed a hold of Optimus' shoulder and shoved his blade through his spark chamber.
"You're so weak." Megatron growled.
And then to make sure that it was a kill blow... he fired his cannon off through the gaping hole in Optimus' chassis. Time slowed down... because the Great Autobot leader should not be falling to the ground in defeat right? He shouldn't be falling, and his optics shouldn't be dimming with death…!
His last words weren't supposed to be... "Sam, Clare...Run." And his optics weren't supposed to go black, optic ridges shuttering as his vents gave one last hiss of exhaled air!
Because he wasn't supposed to die!
I rushed towards him, while Sam rushed towards the other Autobots who had just arrived. I fell to my knees beside him, pressing a servo against his spark chamber as I willed my power into it. Because he was supposed to live not die! Not here!
It was like... my power wouldn't respond! It flowed into him but did nothing! Nothing else mattered once I realized that I couldn't help him. Not the leader of the Decepticons towering over us triumphantly, not the other Autobots fighting near us.
My power failed me. That was all that mattered, and it made such an intense rage well up inside of me that the energy shifted.
And when Megatron leaned down as if to kick at Optimus' body I just reacted instinctively, marks suddenly bursting to life with a much stronger glow than normal as I thrusted my arm out, wanting nothing more than to direct this new energy at him. All I wanted it to do was hurt him! I just wanted him to fragging suffer!
The energy in me responded to this, shooting out from me in a wave of blinding energy formulated into a ball in my palm sent careening at him. It slammed into him sending him reeling back like a puppet, and I felt so much satisfaction when he slammed through several trees and hit the ground.
I was so enraptured with seeing him like that, laying there in a pile of dirt and broken tree stumps, that I didn't even notice the twins racing towards me until they got in between me and my target. One of them swept my up, I don't know which, all I did know was that I saw a flash of gold as I was forcefully carried away from the mech whom I wanted so badly to kill right now.
Whoever had me ran in the other direction as fast as they could, metal screeching and shifting around me once we were a fair distance away from Megatron. Then, I found myself cradled in who I now realized was Sunny's alt mode as he drove away from the scene of the battle.
He was talking to me, but I couldn't seem to hear anything that he was saying. I was hardly paying any attention to it either.
And when we pulled up behind several familiar alt modes I barely had any sort of reaction to it. I registered that it was Bee, and the Chevy twins but I really didn't care.
All of us ended up in a section of abandoned buildings with no foreseeable life forms around. It was safe enough for the bots to stay in their bi pedal modes, which they all did, Sunny transforming so that I was held safely in one of his servos.
Bee let Sam and Mikeala out before he transformed, then Sam stormed into the old building while Sunny was saying something to me.
He spun me around when I didn't give any sort of reaction. "Baby? Did you hear me?"
"What?" I answered dumbly.
He sighed. "I asked if you were ok?" His optics roamed down over the hole in my lower chassis, to the trace bits of energon coating my thighs. "I guess I didn't need to ask..."
"I'm fine. I do need to talk to Sam though."
"Ok. We'll be waiting out here." He gently caressed my helm before sitting me down on the ground.
Sam was sitting inside on a rickety old chair when I walked in, slumped over with his head in his hands. I approached him and sat down on a chair in front of him. "Sam?"
"I could've done something Clare."
"Like what Sam? What could you have done in that situation?"
"I don't know. All I know is that all of this is my fault. You getting hurt by that Starscream guy, Optimus dying. If I had just agreed to help Optimus in the first place none of you would have had to come after me. None of this would have happened."
I was quiet for a few moments. There was some truth to what he said, because if he had come with Optimus and Bee in the first place then we would not have had to come. But I also knew that if he knew any of this would happen he would have come without hesitation. Sam was just a teenage boy, selfish, and a little self-centered, but he had a good heart. He would never hurt somebot else on purpose.
"You agree don't you?" He looked up at me tearfully. "This is all my fault."
"Sam none of us can ever know what the future has in store for us. If you had known about any of this, you would have come. You're not heartless...maybe a little selfish but you're also a teenager."
"So that makes it all ok?" He asked sarcastically.
"No it doesn't make it all ok. But blaming yourself is not going to get any of us anywhere Sam." My spark clenched with my own guilt. "I'm just as much to blame as you are Sam."
"How? What did you do wrong Clare?"
"I couldn't save him." I clenched my servos into fists as my own optics welled up with tears. "I stayed to try and heal him, but it wouldn't work. I tried to keep him alive until Ratchet got there but my power wasn't doing anything."
"Clare that's different."
"Yes it is different!" I snapped, before shooting to my peds. "It's different because I tried to do something and still failed! I had the power to change things and I couldn't do it! And here you are blaming yourself for not knowing this would happen! Sam that's not fair! What are you a masochist? You can't take all the pain onto yourself!"
He didn't say anything back.
"He didn't blame you. Not even when you turned him away Sam. He understood that what he was asking you was something that would change your life forever. Maybe even endanger you. How could he blame you for saying that you wanted to live your life normally? That's something that I bet even he wanted sometimes... to live a normal life without the fighting or death. It was something that he was striving to make possible for all of us. So we have to keep trying to achieve that. We have to try helping as much as we can in his honor. Nothing else matters right now. Crying, blaming ourselves, none of it is helping us. So stop blaming yourself Sam and do something about it."
With that said I left him there to walk back outside, only Leo came in panicking before I could. The last thing I wanted was to deal with any of his baby fits.
"Hey you guys need to hear this!" He pointed at his cellphone screen. "They have a picture of me! We are dead! FBI, CIA, we are all wanted fugitives!"
Sure enough when I looked at the phone screen our pictures were on there, only mine was of me in my human form. Fragging pit! "What is this all about?"
"One of those red eyed freaks came on TV making all kinds of threats! He said that he would spare humanity or some shit if we were all handed over!"
Sam stormed past us to get outside, I turned and followed after him as Leo followed both of us while he continued panicking.
"Sam could you just pay attention for a second!" Leo said as he chased after us. "This is trouble on a whole new level!"
Sam's body lit up on my thermal vision, red hot with his temper. Oh slag. "You know what?" He suddenly spun around, grabbed Leo's phone before chucking it at the ground where he crushed it under his foot.
"Dude!" Leo yelled.
"They can track us!" Sam snapped angrily. Leo didn't seem to have any idea that any of that was possible. What an idiot. "Come on Clare." He led us back over to where everyone else was sitting.
Leo hurried after us. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! You mean like satellite track us?"
"Yes Leo! What part of super advanced sentient alien robots did you not understand? Of course they can track us!" I drawled irritably. If he said one more stupid thing I was going to freak out!
"That's it! I'm not even with you guys! I'm like a hostage! This is kidnapping what you're doing right now!"
And there went my temper. "LEO ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!" I spun on him as everybot else stiffened due to my outburst. "YOU WANTED THIS SHIT! YOU LITTLE FREAKY CONSPIRACY WEIRDO! WASN'T IT YOU WHO SAID THAT YOU WANTED PROOF OF ALL OF THIS CRAP?!"
He didn't say anything.
But I was on a roll and my temper was raging from stress, combined with the day's events. I thrust an arm out at Bee, and both sets of twins as if to say there it is! "YOU GOT WHAT YOU WANTED! LOOK RIGHT THERE! ALIENS! WHOOPDEE FUCKIN DOO YOU LITTLE ASS-STAIN! JESUS CHRIST I SWEAR TO GOD IF I HEAR ONE MORE MOTHERFUCKING PEEP OUT OF YOU I AM GOING TO THROW YOU OFF OF A GODDAMN BRIDGE! SO SIT THERE, SHUT THE FUCK UP, OR I'M GONNA STUFF YOU INTO BEE'S TRUNK!"
Mikeala came over and got between us. "Alright Clare let's just calm down ok?" She soothed me. "Leo's just scared. He's not used to any of this ok?"
"Yea cuz he's a pussy!" Mudflap smirked. "He's a downrigh' lil pussy!"
"Yo Mudflap wat are we gonna do wit' dis shrimp?" Skid asked.
"How 'bout we bust a cap in his ass an' trow him in da trunk so dat nobot eva knows?"
"Not in my trunk." Skids shook his helm at the idea. "How 'bout we ask Bee?"
"How about we don't bust a cap in anyone's ass?" Mikeala muttered in annoyance.
"How about we do..." I muttered under my breath.
"I am right here you know? I can hear everything you're saying! Ain't nobody poppin a cap in my ass!" Leo raged. "I've had a hell of a day!"
"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? I JUST GOT FORCEFULLY FINGER FUCKED BY A GIANT ALIEN AND YOU THINK THAT YOU'VE HAD A BAD DAY?" Oh that was it! That was soooo it! I was so done with this whiny little son of a bitch!
"Clare what did we just talk about?" Mikeala reminded me.
"I DON'T GIVE HALF A FUCK! IS HE FUCKING SERIOUS?! HE'S HAD A BAD DAY?! TRY GETTING SEXUALLY ASSAULTED IT'S REALLY FREAKING FUN! OH AND AFTERWARDS TRY GETTING CHASED DOWN BY A GIANT FUCKING ASSHOLE WHO WANTS TO MURDER YOU!"
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Sam quickly got between us. "Let's just cool it down a bit ok? At this rate you're going to murder him and that's not cool even if he is being a little bitch."
"Alright fine! I'm gonna go to the authorities and tell them the truth! Alright? I didn't have anything to do with this!" Leo started up again like an idiot.
Sam glared at Leo. "Clare was right! You wanted this right? You wanted the real deal? Wake up! You're in the middle of it! You want to run? Nobody is stopping you! Just stop fucking complaining!"
With that he dragged Mikeala away to talk to her.
"No one is going to make you stay Leo." I told him more calmly. "But if you do end up going back, and the cons get their hands on you, you're as good as dead. At least we're not trying to kill you… yet. Even if you are making the idea very appealing right now with your whining. All of them saw you with us, you're associated! That's not a good thing. The Government would hand you over in a second if they asked for it. Just thought that I should let you know that."
I left him there to plop down beside Mikeala, rubbing at my sore chassis and legs. The damage was slowly healing but it would be tender for some time. She gave me a worried look which I shrugged off. "Question what happened to that talking box from earlier?"
She blinked. "Oh Bee picked him up from the school."
"Him?"
"It's a long story." Best save for later was what she didn't say with words. So I let it drop.
Easy enough to do when Sides plopped down in front of me, both of us sharing a long look, but his was more assessing than mine. Then again he wasn't fragged up like I was.
"Diesel licker two!" Mikeala hissed at him.
He looked at her in surprise. "Diesel licker? What's that?"
Sam heard it and threw his arms into the air. "I WAS THE VICTIM! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY THIS?!"
All the mechs looked at him in confusion, while Mikeala and I just scowled at him. I was still not letting that go.
"Are you ok sweetspark?"
I turned back towards Sides with a huff. "Yes I'm ok. Today hasn't exactly been good has it? First I catch you cheating, then we catch Sam cheating, then we get attacked by his little Roboslut..." I slanted another look Sam's way which he rolled his eyes at. "And you know the rest."
"Yeah. Sunny and I aren't happy about any of it."
I looked down at the ground in front of me. What was I supposed to say to that? We weren't together now, at least to me we weren't. I didn't know what they were thinking about the situation.
"I know that... it's not a good time but can I at least try to explain everything? Even after everything that's happened the last thing either of us wants is to lose you."
His tone was begging me to give him a chance to explain. I wanted to continue being angry at him but when he sounded so sparkbroken I had a hard time doing that. I guess more than anything I had to decide if I loved them enough to forgive whatever had happened?
Our optics met and I didn't know what to do. Now just... seemed like it was too soon especially after what had happened earlier. "I'll let you explain, just give me some time first."
"Ok. Just promise me that you'll listen to everything when we talk. Please?"
"I will."
He shifted slightly. "Can I sit here next to you? I mean can we sit here?"
"Sure."
His optics brightened as he scrambled to sit right beside me on the side closest to Mikeala and Sam, leaving Sunny to take my right so that he wasn't near them. Both of them scooting close enough that our plating was pressing together.
Exhaustion caught up with me causing me to slump down against Sunny's side, said mech curling an arm around me to keep me warm. My recharge protocols quickly popped up, pulling me towards unconsciousness.
A sudden movement from my peripheral vision had me jerking up ramrod straight. "Sam what the fuck are you doing now?"
He was scratching something onto the ground with a stick and muttering to himself. Everyone else was staring at him with obvious confusion, so with a sigh I stood to make my way over to him. "Sam what are you doing?"
"The symbols! Gotta get em down on something! If I don't it feels like my head is gonna explode!" He muttered.
"Symbols?" The ones he was carving onto the ground looked... Cybertronian? "Why are you writing those? How do you even know Cybertronian symbols?"
The mechs inched closer upon hearing my question. "Yeah how do you know them?" Sides questioned.
"It started that day in my room! It started that day in my room! That day when I picked up the shard that fell out of my jacket! Well not that exact day but right after that! They just come into my head sometimes and I've gotta write them down on something! Gotta get them down on something or my head feels like it's gonna explode!"
"Sam calm down a little bit ok?"
"If I get them onto the ground they're out of my head! Do you see? So I gotta get them down on something!" He repeated like he hadn't heard me.
I looked to Sunny for help. "Umm...?"
"I don't know baby. Some sort of effect from the Allspark shard. Can you read that Bee?"
Bee shook his helm.
There was no way that Skids or Mudflap would be of any-!
"Hey I recognize dat language!" Skids declared suddenly.
We all blinked owlishly. Umm what? "You recognize these symbols?"
"Yeah dat's old school stuff! Old Cybertonian! Serious stuff!" Mudflap explained.
"Well can you read it?" I asked.
Both of them shared a weird look. "Read?" Skids shook his helm.
"Naw, we don't do much readin." Mudflap agreed.
"And since Bee, and the only intelligent twins around don't know how to read it either well that means we're screwed." I deadpanned, as I knelt down to get a closer look at the symbols, a few of which didn't fit the mold of the rest. "Well if none of us can tell what it means..." I trailed off as I took a closer look at the other symbols, ones that looked more like etchings that looked quite a bit more jagged than the rest. "Hey Sam these symbols look different than the rest!"
He looked up and glared at me. "Well excuse me for not knowing what any of them are, or what they mean! They're just bouncing around inside my head and I can't get them to stop any other way!"
I just turned away with a huff and looked closer at the markings, which seemed oddly familiar… Wait… I could read them… "They say, 'Essence, Revival, and Transcendence'. Huh… I wonder why Sam's scratching this shit down?"
It got extremely quiet, and when I looked up everyone was staring at me, the bots included. "What?"
"How they pit can you read that?" Sunny asked incredulously.
"I don't know. I just can I guess."
They all looked back and forth at one another awkwardly.
I just sighed, "Look it's not important… We should focus on trying to figure out how to find someone who can read the rest. I can't understand any of that for some reason, only the chicken scratches."
We all looked over at Leo, who had been silent for a while decided to pipe in. "Ummm I think I know someone who can read the rest."
"Yeah? Who?" Sam looked doubtful, but apparently everyone was switching gears to what was really important right now.
"RoboWarrior."
"You mean the guy that competes against your website and kitty calendars or whatever?" I snorted.
Leo scowled at me for the comment. "He's supposed to know everything and anything alien. He competes with my website, and one time we revenge hacked his website and I may have seen some of Sam's alien drawings."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Well at least we have something to go off of." Mikeala shrugged.
Sam stood up impatiently. "So let's go then!"
We all got into our respective rides, so all of them in Bee, and me in Sunny. He didn't really give me any choice in the matter either.
Several hours later we pulled up in front of a small meat deli. Ok so what part about a meat deli equates to another weirdo alien conspiracy freak guy? If this was a bust I was going to bust a cap in Leo's ass.
At one point during the drive Sunny suggested that I change back to my human form and disguise myself so nobot would recognize me, so now I wearing a black hoody, jeans, riding boots, and a pair of sunglasses. My marks were completely covered since I had a pair of black gloves on so that no one would see them and be able to recognize them.
All of us made our way into the deli, minus Skids and Mudflap who stayed outside on lookout duty. Even Bee came in with us though he stayed close to Sam, while the twins acted as my shadows, but that was because my spark had been hurting during the drive. I chalked it up to the whole nicked spark casing, but they weren't taking any chances with me right now.
Leo walked in slightly ahead of us just to make sure that this guy was here. When we walked in a moment later, we saw him talking to someone at the counter, and oh my freaking Primus! It was Simmons of all people!
"You have got to be kidding me." Sam and I muttered together.
"You!" Simmons pointed at me out of nowhere.
"Me." I responded sarcastically. "How's it going nutcase?"
He came around the counter. "Alright that's it! Everybody out! Meat store is closed!"
"Whoa hold on a second! You guys know him!?" Leo asked incredulously.
"Yup."
"We're old friends." Sam shrugged.
"Friends!" Simmons practically hissed. "You two got sector seven shut down!" Simmons glared at us icily. "No more security clearance! No retirement! No nothing! All because of this little know it all mouth!" He pointed at me, then be gestured towards Sam and Mikeala. "And you and your criminal girlfriend!"
The twins growled at him when he got too close to me. "Down boys. Down." I placated them gently.
The little pissing match was interrupted when some old lady behind the counter started yelling something about white fish to some guy with crooked teeth.
"How am I supposed to know?!" The guy snapped back.
Simmons spun to glare at him. "Hey!"
"What?!"
"You don't get Christmas bonuses by just standing around! You want those new teeth?"
"It's my dream!" Crooked teeth declared honestly. Ok this was getting a little weird even for me.
"Then help her out!" Simmons demanded.
"Wow you live with your mama?" Mikeala asked with a grin.
"No my mama lives with me. There's a difference."
I snorted out a laugh despite the situation. "Umm I don't think that there is a difference."
"You! You and I are gonna have it out one of these days." Simmons pointed at me angrily. "But hey at least my face isn't painted all over the news!" He smirked at us. "So NBE 1 is still kicking, huh? How did that happen?" He hastily backtracked for some reason. "You know what? Don't tell me anything. I don't know what's going on but I want nothing to do with it. Good riddance, I got bagels to smear."
Sam latched onto his arm to prevent him from walking away from us. "Just give us five seconds ok? We really need your help."
"Really? You need my help after you ruined everything that I worked for?" He asked incredulously.
Sam looked desperate. "Look! I am slowly losing my mind! I had a crab looking bot plunge a device into the soft tissues of my brain and start projecting freaky symbols like it's a stinkin' movie! My cousin got assaulted by one of them! And to top all of that off we're wanted fugitives! You think you got it rough?"
Simmons looked wary. "How do I know you're not lying?"
"What would it take to convince you?" I asked in a strained tone. My spark was started to build up in a brand new wave of pain, and the last thing that I wanted was to stand here arguing with him.
"Proof that you're not all bullshitting me."
"Fine!" I grabbed his arm before tugging him into one of the bathrooms. "I'll prove to you that we're not bullshitting you!"
Shifting to my bot form, I stood there for a klik or so to let him look at me, turning to show him every angle so he could get a good, long look. When I turned back around his jaw had actually dropped all the way to the floor.
"Yeah. Not bullshitting." I quickly changed back. "If you still need convincing then think about it like this! The whole fate of humanity rests on whether we succeed or not! You can either help us save the world or you can go back in there and cut some more meat up mama's boy."
With that I shoved past him out the door, almost running into everyone outside of it. Why they were standing there I had no clue, nor did I really care.
Nor did I look back when Simmons came out right behind me. "Ok I believe you. What do you need my help with?"
I walked over to lean against Sunny while Sam explained the symbols running through his head. This pain was odd, it was almost like my spark was expanding against my spark casing or something, instead of it just being caused by a small nick. It hurt like all the pits too.
"You ok baby?"
"Yeah I'm fine."
Both of them gave me a worried look. "You don't look fine to me sweetspark." Sides commented.
I shook it off and followed after Simmons, who led us all into the meat locker, through it then down into a secret door in the floor. "What you are about to see is a secret. Do not tell my mother." He warned us. "That means you missy!" He suddenly pointed at me sharply.
The twins snickered.
He led us down into a room that branched off into a series of rooms, all with pictures of alien spacecrafts, symbols that were not even Cybertronian, books, filing cabinets.
Wow he even had Frenzy's helm in a small case. Which Leo tried to touch until Simmons smacked his hand away. "Hey! Still radioactive so keep your hands off!"
Wow what an asshole.
Simmons held up a file with some more symbols that looked like what Sam was writing down everywhere. "Okay cube brain do these look like the symbols you saw?"
Sam looked them over. "Where did you get these?"
"Before I got fired I poached S7's crown jewel. 75 years-worth of alien research which all points to one inescapable fact. These transformers? They've been here for a really long time. How do I know?" He sat down a package in front of us. "Archaeologists have been finding these markings all over the world for years."
Simmons took the package from Leo and opened it spreading the pictures all across the table. "China, Egypt, Greece... Are these the symbols that you've been seeing in your head?"
"Yeah they are." Sam said in amazement.
"So tell me, how did they all end up drawing the same thing, huh? Aliens, I believe that some of them stayed. For example," Simmons opened another file before sitting it down in front of us. "Project Black-knife. Robots hiding in disguise all along."
In front of us were pictures of old cars, and airplanes.
"Radioactive signals all across the country. I pleaded on my knees for S7 to investigate it but they said no, that the readings were infinitesimal, that I was obsessed!" As if to make a point he slammed his fist onto the table. "Me! Can you imagine it?"
"Yes." I drawled sarcastically.
He pointed at me. "Not now missy. Not now."
Sam turned to Simmons. "Megatron said that there was another energon source here."
"Here as in Earth?"
"No on Mars. Yes of course he meant on Earth!" Jeez was Simmons stupid?!
Both of them ignored me. "He said that the maps in my head would lead him there."
"Did you talk to your Autobot friends about this?"
"Yeah. None of them knew anything about it." Sam explained. "It all went down before they were around."
"Before them? Well then we're porked." Simmons sighed. "Unless we can talk to a Decepticon. And well I'm not exactly on speaking terms with them, and neither are any of you."
"Actually...I am."
We all looked at Mikeala oddly. "Umm what?"
"Just hold on a second!" She left the room to grab something. When she returned she had the metal box from Bee's trunk.
"Let me out!" Something called from inside the box.
"Alright be careful, I don't know how he's going to react." Mikeala warned us as she grabbed the chain dangling from the box before opening it. A small minicon leapt out of the box causing Simmons and Leo to freak a bit. Luckily Mikeala had the chain wrapped around his neck so he couldn't get free.
"I'm gonna sic so many Decepticons on your butts!" Littlebot hissed.
Mikeala shoved a blowtorch in his face. "Behave!"
"You had a Decepticon in Bee's trunk this whole time?" Sam asked in shock.
"Yeah."
"What are you training him?"
"It's a work in progress." Mikeala shrugged.
Simmons was in a state of awe... "I've spent my whole life searching the Earth for aliens and you're carrying one around in your purse like a freaking Chihuahua."
"You wanna throw down you pubic fro head?"
"I'm sorry!" Mikeala cooed sweetly. "I'm so sorry about your eye! But if you're a good boy then I won't torch your other eye."
"So umm who is this guy?" I asked.
"My designation's Wheelie! And ain't nobot gonna torch my other optic!"
"We won't if you help us." Mikeala reasoned with him. "If you tell us what these symbols are. Please?"
Wheelie looked down at the pictures, apparently having been won over by Mikeala's flirting. "Oh I know that! That's the language of the Primes! I can't read it but these guys..." He pointed to some pictures of two old vehicles, one car, one jet. "Where the frag did you get pictures of these guys anyways?"
"Who? You mean these guys?" Sam asked, holding the pictures up for us to see.
"Yeah they're called seekers. They're the oldest of the old. They've all been here for thousands of years for something. I don't know what. Nobot tells me nothin. They'll translate these symbols for ya, and I… wait! That's not Cybertronian!" He pointed at some more of the chicken scratches that were present in the pictures.
"Why the frag all those things popping up everywhere? That's not even Cybertronian! Why would the thirteen Primes leave stuff like that behind?" Sunny mumbled in confusion.
Wheelie scratched his helm. "I got no idea! This planet is way younger then Cybertron, but that stuff seems to pre-date the language of the Primes. Well ain't nobot gonna be able ta read that scrap!"
I leaned over the table and peered down at the chicken scratches again, and once again I was able to read them. I wasn't really sure why, but the meaning was clear to me from a single glance. "It says, 'Data Log 221678930: We are still waiting for our Creator to awaken from his many millennia long rest, but with every cycle that passes our situation becomes more dire. Our Fallen bretheren has become relentless in his search for the Matrix and the promise of the power it will return to him. Power that was never rightfully his, but was only bequeathed in our most dire of conflicts against our Creator's unsavory relative. The Matrix is the key which gifts such power, and serves as the vessel which takes it back. If he were to gain control of it once more, and grasp the power it can give, I fear that he may unveil our most closely guarded secret, and give rise to an ancient power that will cause the devastation of all races due to their perceived unworthiness. We must do something… or else all that we have strived to prevent will come to fruition once more…' Well that sounds bad… Does anyone else feel like the stakes just got raised like fifty times here?" I muttered to myself.
No one answered me, and when I looked up they were staring at me weirdly again.
I felt my face heat up with embarrassment. "Ok can everyone please stop staring at me like I'm insane?"
"Well what the pit else are we supposed to do when you suddenly speak chicken scratch?" Sides mumbled.
"I don't know! Just deal with it I guess! I don't understand it either! And can we please just focus on the seeker guys or whatever? Wheelie where is the closest one located?"
He shook my apparent speaking of the chicken scratches off easily enough, and turned to point a laser sight at the map, right over Washington DC. "The closest one is located there."
"This is the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum." Simmons said while he scoped the place out with some binoculars. "All I ever wanted to be was an astronaut." And then he went and ripped his pants off.
"WHAT THE FUCK?! ARE YOU WEARING A THONG?!" I shrieked, while quickly covering my eyes.
Sam looked at him disgusted as did the twins. "What is that?"
He turned towards me and the front of his thong said S7 on it. "What? I wear them whenever I'm in a funk. It's like a Giambi thing, Jeter. It's a baseball thing." He explained.
"Can you just put some pants on or something!" I demanded.
Simmons rolled his eyes before getting dressed. "Are you happy now?"
"Yes I am! Freaking nasty old man."
"Good! Now watches are synced! Sharp mind and empty bladder. You get caught, demand an attorney and don't ever say my name. Here take one of these pills slip it under your tongue! It's the high concentration polymer that they put in Oreo cookies. Tricks the polygraphs ever time. Ok now let's get this show on the road."
Leo proceeded to freak out when Simmons pulled out a taser. "Whoa! Whoa! I can't do this! Guys I'm not some alien bounty hunter! I don't want to do this! Guards have guns! I don't want to die!"
Simmons got into his face with a dead stare backing him up into Skids alt. "Kid! Kid! Kid! If you compromise this mission, and you are dead to me. Now look into my eyes...and tighten up that sphincter."
"What's a sphincter?" I asked Sunny.
"I have no idea." He grumbled.
"Ok! Now who wants to be the bait?" Simmons turned to me. "Actually Missy here would be a great distraction! Ok! I have a short little skirt and a corset top sweetness! What I want you to do is slip it all on, take this taser, seduce the guards, then zap them! Think you can do that?"
When he pulled out a short black leather skirt, a slutty red corset top, small black purse, and some stilettos my jaw dropped. "I AM NOT WEARING THAT!"
"Take one for the team sweetness." He thrust the items at me. "Get in there distract the Guards, I don't care if you have to strip to do it! Just draw their attention away from the door while we sneak inside. This is the price that you must pay for my continued help."
I clenched my jaw before backing away from him with my arms wrapped around my torso defensively. What part of I just got assaulted did he not understand, and now he wanted me to wear some slutty outfit in order to distract the very male guards inside of this museum? No way!
The twins sensed my distress and growled at Simmons, Sunny moving in front of me protectively while Sides looped an arm around my shoulder, then Sunny grabbed Simmons by the throat and lifted him up as if he weighed no more than a slip of paper. "She was just attacked sexually you pathetic meatsack! No way are you going to force her to do something like this!"
I was shaking in Sides' embrace, the situation forcing me to remember what had happened yesterday. With everything going on I had been able to force myself to forget, or at least to not dwell on it. But now, with Simmons' master plan in my face, well I was scared.
"Alright! Alright! So we'll have to think of something else!" Simmons relented.
Sunny sat him down before backing up next to me where he too wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Have whiner over there help you." He pointed at Leo, then he turned his attention down to me after dismissing the rest of them. "Are you ok?"
"Yes." None of us even noticed Simmons take Leo into the museum, leaving us all to wait. We were so wrapped up in each other, both twins tugging me to sit down beside Sunny's alt with me on his lap.
One of his hands cupped my cheek turning my face towards his, warm breath ghosting over my face tingling my lips that were so close to his. All I wanted was for him to kiss me, to tell me it was all ok, even if it wasn't ok.
I must have conveyed that with the way I was looking at him, because he tilted his head down to press his lips against mine, more softly than he had ever kissed me before. My hands cupped his face allowing me to cling to him desperately. We didn't move our lips against one another, just stayed locked together.
Then another soft pair of lips pressed against my cheek, those staying completely still as well. The three of us just stayed locked together like this until Simmons called for us over the walkie talkie. We only separated then with reluctance so that we could join up with Sam and the other to make our way inside.
It was empty inside when we entered. Simmons met us near the entrance with a nearly comatose Leo trailing along behind him.
"What happened to Leo?" Sam asked.
"He tased himself like a rank amateur." Simmons stated offhandedly. "Come on!"
He led us back through the museum into a section housing various jets, and planes. Once we arrived there he pulled out a scanner of some sort and started flashing it at the planes.
Mikeala pulled Wheelie out of his box as well. "Be good!"
He gasped. "Gah! I'm claustrophobic!" It took him a moment, but he transformed down into a little toy truck and took off.
We all chased after him, and we all chased after him as he drove up and came to a stop in front of an old blackbird jet.
Simmons' scanner started going crazy as well. "You got what I got?"
"Yeah."
Wheelie shifted back to his bi pedal mode excitedly. "This is him! This guy is a legend! So how are you guys gonna wake him up?"
Well didn't that just stop us all in our tracks? How were we supposed to wake him up?
Primus fraggit!
R&R!