Author's note: Yeah, not sure what to put here that won't give away any spoilers, so… The rest of this Author's note is at the End of this Chapter.
Emily's POV:
Emily watched from Jazz's shoulder in fascination as Optimus transformed on the bridge below them, effectively stopping the guys that had Sam, "Kristiana," She whispered harshly, recognizing the Agent inside.
"I see him," Kristiana growled, as Optimus tosses aside the car top.
"Taking the children was a bad move." Optimus growled.
"Hold on," Jazz warned.
"Autobots, relieve them of their weapons." Optimus commands.
The four Autobots swung down from the metal support beams, Ironhide's servos revealing cannons as he pointed them at the agents, "Freeze," He demanded.
"Gimmie those," Jazz demanded, as they surrounded the bots. Wary of the sisters, he held up a magnet, extracting the weapons.
Optimus leant down to face Simmons as he waved, "Hi there."
"You don't seem afraid. Are you not surprised to see us?" Optimus questions, curious.
"Look, there are S-Seven protocols, okay? I'm not authorized to communicate with you, except to tell you I can't communicate with you." He explained.
Emily glanced over at her sister as she taps Jazz's helm, demanding to be let down. Jazz does so with hesitance, and the two watched as she stomped up to the man with determined strides, "Communicate with this," She growled, and punched him in the face.
"What the hell?" Sam growled.
"He ruined our lives!" Kristiana growled, Optimus blocking her way with his servo.
"Get out of the car," Optimus growled, as Simmons held a finger to his nose, attempting to stop the blood flow.
"All right, okay, me?" He clarified.
"Now," Optimus barked, Emily flinching at the harsh tone. Even Kristiana's anger seemed to drain.
"All right. I'm getting out. I'm getting out, you see?" Simmons held up his hands as he excited the car, "Very nifty how you put us down without killing us."
"Ya don't wanna go down there?" Jazz questioned, with a tilt of his helm.
"Not with him down there," She breathed, staring at Simmons.
When Kristiana screeched in rage and lunged for Mikaela, effectively stopped by Optimus, Emily raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
Kristiana's POV:
When she stomped towards Simmons', all she could feel was anger. He'd begun seeing their punishments when they weren't perfect enough, and his demented little mind had managed to come up with the most painful punishments.
She drew her fist back and punched the fucker in the face, and he yelped, eyes widening in shock at who punched him. Optimus held her back from getting another swing, but it didn't help her raising anger. The sharp tone of his voice broke her out of her thoughts, startling her, as Optimus never had used that tone when with them.
Simmons complied, as they got out, and she wondered over to Sam and Mikaela, "What, you're good with cuffs now, too?" Sam demanded.
"Sam, I have a record because I wouldn't turn my dad in. When have you, or your friends, ever had to sacrifice anything in your perfect little lives?"
She saw white. She lunged for Mikaela, Sam barely intercepting her, "I've never had anything to sacrifice," Kristiana growled, "All my sister and I ever had was each other, and it was because of the guy he," She pointed at Simmons, "Worked for. You don't know anything about sacrifice," She hissed, and shoving Sam off of her, stomped over towards Ironhide, glaring at anyone who dared not get too close.
Emily's POV:
"What is sector seven? Answer me!" Sam demanded, just close enough for her to hear, as she glanced worriedly at her sister.
"I'm the one who asks the questions here, young man. Not you!" Simmons growled.
"How'd you know about the aliens?" Mikaela demanded.
"Where'd you take my parents?" Sam growled.
"I am not at liberty to discuss it," Simmons growled, taking the tissue offered from one of his buddies.
"No?" Sam searched Simmons pocket.
"Hey, you touch me, that's a federal offense."
Sam takes his hand away revealing a badge, "Do whatever you want and get away with it badge, right?"
"Kid's brave when he got us bots backing him up," Ironhide grunts.
Emily shakes her head, "No, from what I could tell, he's just an ass," She replied.
Her attention was taken when something flew out of Bee, hitting Simmons' in the back of his head. As he reached up, Bee undid a cap, and stood proudly as fluid flew form his tanks, "Hey, hey, hey! Get this thing to stop, ey?"
"Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man," Optimus scolded. Bumblebee does so though throw his hands up as if frustrated he got yelled at for doing the right thing.
She gives Bee a sneaky thumbs up as Jazz chuckles. Her sister seems to spot something, however, as she stomps over to the agent next to Simmons', and rips something from his hands. From the looks of it, it seemed to be a cell phone, which she tossed over to Ironhide to crush, "They should have checked em'," Ironhide growled.
"They are humans, Ironhide. Younglings. Still learning," Optimus reminded gently.
"Optimus, Incoming!" Ironhide growls.
Jazz backs up, holding up a protective servo around Emily, Ironhide turns his cannon to face the ground, blasting it there.
"Roll out," Optimus commands.
The others transform, and Jazz carefully transforms around her, keeping her tucked inside safely as they follow the rest of the bots.
A few minutes later, they hear Ratchet, "Where's Bumblebee?"
Kristiana's POV:
"Up ya get," Optimus commands, and the three leftover teens quickly scuttle into his servo, Optimus lifting them up onto his shoulder.
Grasping anything they could, they held on tight as Optimus ran down the car-filled streets, attempting to avoid any casualties. Optimus took a sharp turn between the buildings, then swung himself up under the bridge, "Easy you three," he murmurs.
Optimus slipped a bit, causing Mikaela to slip, and Sam grasped onto her hand tightly, Kristiana holding onto the other teen while grasping Optimus, "Hold on!" Optimus cried out, and then they were falling. Optimus attempted to catch them with his feet, only for them to slam into them, and be forced away.
Kristiana closed her eyes, accepting her fate, only to be snatched out of thin air by a servo, Bumblebee holding them above the ground as he skids away from under the bridge. "Stop!" She cried out as they grappled onto him, Bee holding out an arm in front of them protectively.
They watch helplessly as Bee was brought down to the ground, and Kristiana laid eyes on her first target, a man trying to freeze Bumblebee. With a scream of rage, she threw herself at the agent, kicking him in the balls, as she turns to the next, who warily backs away, just as other agents arrive, "Get down!" They commanded.
Kristiana fought with all her might, taking down two other agents before they could even get a grip on her, as she struggled in the bonds, staring into Bee's Optics. He stared back at her, his Optics helpless as he watched them be brought down, "You're going to let this happen?" Sam hissed at her.
"I'm surrounded, Sam," Kristiana growled back.
"Aren't you like, Government trained?" Mikaela snapped.
"Doesn't mean I can take on twenty guys with the same training and who're bigger than me," She growled, eyes narrowing dangerously, "And sooner or later, when I find a way out of this, I'm getting Bee out and leaving you assholes behind." With that, she was thrown into another vehicle, Simmons' backing away quickly.
Emily's POV:
When they found Optimus, he was alone. "Bee?" Emily whispered.
"Let me check it out," Jazz reassured, swinging down to chat with Optimus.
A few moments later, his Optics met with her eyes, and she struck Ironhide in frustration, "We can't leave him! Leave them!" She struggled to contain her tears.
Ironhide snorts, "Boss man wouldn't just dump Bee and run, we'll be back. Who knows, Bee may already have the All Spark."
Kristiana's POV:
She'd undone her cuffs a while ago, refusing to look any agent in the eyes. When they were transferred to a helicopter, she deliberately ignored the three new recruits, Maggie, Glen, and Lennox.
"What's up with her?" Glen asked, pointing over at her.
Sam glared, "Couldn't rescue Bee."
"I was one against twenty, Sam!" Kristiana snarled, "And you didn't even try," She poked at his chest, eyes narrowing.
The Helicopters landed by a dam, and she takes that time to get out, throwing Sam another icy look, she dusts herself off, looking down. She hoped Emily was alright.
Emily's POV:
They arrived at some observatory, and the bots transformed, Optimus holding the glasses, "Please, let this work," He whispers.
"Fire it up, Optimus," Jazz grins, Emily on his shoulder.
A globe appears in front of them, a red dot locating the All Spark, "The code on these glasses indicate that the All Spark is two hundred and thirty miles from here."
"I sense the Decepticons are getting ready to mobilize," Ratchet announces, surprised when Jazz drops Emily off into his servos.
"They must know its here as well." Ironhide grumbles.
"What bout' Bee?" Jazz demands. "We can't just leave em' ta die, and become some… human experiment!" He waves over at Emily as if she were an example.
The girl shudders, her eyes closing a brief moment, Ratchet's servos curl around her protectively, "He'll die in vain if we don't accomplish our mission," Optimus explains, "Bumblebee is a brave soilder. This is what he would want."
"Why are we fighting to save the humans?" Ironhide grumbles, surprised at Emily's understanding look, "They're a primitive and violnte race."
"Were we so different?" Optimus exvents, "They're a young species. They have much to learn. But I've seen goodness in them," Again, he motions to Emily. Startled at being in the center of attention, she moves closer to the protective border Ratchet's fingers give her, "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings. You all know there is only one way to end this war. We must destroy the Cube. If all else fails," Optimus removes his Chassis plating, "I will unite it with the Spark in my chassis."
"That's suicide," Ratchet growls, "The cube is raw power. It could destroy you both."
"What if we put in in Megatron's… chassis?" Emily suggests quietly.
Optimus tilts his helm in thought, "Perhaps that could work," He pauses, and begins to speak, "But it will be a necessary sacrifice to save this planet. We cannot let the humans pay for our mistake."
"I vote we go for shorties plan," Jazz announces.
The other Autobots give their separate agreements, and Optimus exvents, "Alright. Autobots," He turns to face the group, scanning their faces, as if it would be the last time he saw them, "Its been an honor serving with you all. Roll out."
"We rollin'!" Jazz quips.
Kristiana's POV:
"Subject 16657?" Secretary Keller stares at her in surprise, "Where's 77654?"
"Not here," Kristiana growls in warning, fists tightening, "My name is Kristiana."
"Attention! Present arms!" A solider yells.
"At ease, Sargent. Got your intel. Excellent work." Keller greets.
"Thank you, sir. What about the gunships?"
"They're being retrofitted with sabot rounds now. If they hit us again, we'll be ready for them. But, won't do us much good if we can't get global communications back up."
Sidestepping the soldiers, she's stopped by Simmons, who places a hand on her shoulder, Sam and Mikaela behind her, "Hey, kid. I think we got off to a bad start, huh? You must be hungry. You want a latté? HoHo? Double Venti Macchiato?" Kristiana holds eye contact for a few moments, before her hand whips out, striking his nose once more.
"What the hell is it with you and the nose punching?" Simmons's curses, holding his nose as red liquid streams from it.
"Nice," A solider compliments from behind her.
"Where's my car?" Sam demands.
"Son, I need you to listen to me very carefully." Another agent steps up, wordlessly handing a napkin to Simmons, "People can die here. We need to know everything you know. We need to know it now."
"Okay. But first I need my car, my parents… Maybe you should write that down? Oh! And her juvie record. That's got to be gone. Like, forever." Sam demands.
"And Kristiana and her sister are free," Mikaela interjects, shooting Sam a dirty look, knowing he left that out on purpose.
Kristiana stares at her surprised, "Come with me, we'll talk about your car." Newly dubbed Philips by yours truly agrees, leading them inside the building.
I know Kristina seems a bit… Violent in this chapter, but I mean, she's been tortured almost her whole life by Simmons, and Sam just stupidly says the wrong this to put him in the crossfire. And she doesn't like him.
I choose Emily to go with the others for… specific reasons. Anyhow, hope you all enjoyed! Make good choices!