Transformation
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the transformers, Autobots and Decepticons, or their related movies, toys, cartoons or comics. Those are owned by the various powers that be; which do not include me…sigh
I only own the characters of my own creation, for as long as they will allow it..
First and foremost, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you and thank you some more. I hoped for a few positive reviews, but I was completely overwhelmed with the many positive responses I received. So once again, thank you, thank you and than you again!
Also, I would like to thank everyone that pointed out my unintentional error; I know Bumblebee is a Camaro, but I had a magazine sitting next to me, and it featured a Corvette; so looking at it, I made the typing mistake. Darn magazine advertisement! In future, I will refer to him correctly. I, also, caught typo errors when I reread the first chapter. Grrrrr, I'd think I'd need glasses, if I wasn't already wearing them. When I have time, ha-ha, I will make the corrections to chapter 1.
If I, at any time, get Mary Sueish, please let me know. I hope to avoid that trap, but I don't want to be so absolutely anti-mary sue, that it, in itself, becomes obvious.
Just a bit of information.
If I did run a poll, to see who would be the romantic choice, Optimus Prime would definitely win. I admit, I'm still favoring him, but we'll see, or, maybe a Decepticon could sneak in and steal her heart. I've always favored Starscream. He's always been my favorite Decepticon. Don't ask me why, he just is. I love him in the Armada series.
I originally planned to use Sam, as the human that merges with the All Spark, but I like him the way he is, and couldn't dream of changing him. I can't imagine him as anything but the goofy, desperately trying to fit in, hero at heart, boy next door type.
And last, but not least, I might reference the novel Ghosts of Yesterday. The novel is a prequel to the movie and gives the background, movie-verse wise, of the Autobots and Decepticons, and their first encounter with humanity
Now on with the story…
Chapter 2 : Waking
The air was cool, and the bed she was in, was not entirely comfortable. She shivered and pulled the thin blanket up to her chin, without opening her eyes. Eyes that felt so heavy, she didn't feel she could open them, even if she wanted too.
Kristy knew she was safe, but she was still unclear as to what had happened, or where she was at. Her memories were fuzzy and unfocused, but she assumed she was in a hospital.
The voice inside me, and the giant robots. It must have been a dream, caused by me being sick. The city crashing around me; only a fever induced nightmare. Wouldn't be the first time. Thank god I'm getting better. Jeez, but I hate being hospitalized.
She yawned and rolled to her side. She could hear the hospital machines, the whirling, buzzing and beeping. Almost as if the machines were talking to each other.
She yawned again.
I'll just sleep a little longer; then I'll get up.
Her eyes never once opened.
"What is that noise?" Ironhide complained, as he worked on his weapons diagnostics. Pressing various keys and running different scans.
Ratchet glanced over to the sleeping human, lying in the bed that Sam and Mikaela found and had Bumblebee transport, before replying. "It's called snoring." He turned back to Ironhide. "Most humans do it, in some form. She is low on the scale of the audio levels that can be achieved by humans. In fact…"
Ironhide waved his hand in Ratchet's direction, never looking up and not allowing him to finish his sentence.
"Yes, yes, yes. I'm sure the snoring capability of humans is fascinating to listen to…"
"Well, yes it is; as I was saying…" Ratchet began again, but was quickly interrupted.
"…but not to me." Ironhide finished, completing his various scans and ending the conversation about snoring.
"Ironhide, if the information doesn't involve a way to destroy Decepticons, you're not interested."
Looking up, he replied, "Destroying Decepticons is a good thing. Especially after what Megatron did to Jazz." Ratchet could hear the anger and sadness in his voice.
Silence fell between them for several minutes, before Ratchet whispered, placing his hand on Ironhide's shoulder, "He will be greatly missed."
Ironhide nodded in agreement, stating, "We seem to become fewer and fewer with each battle."
"Someday this war will end, and we will return to Cybertron, restore it, and live our lives again. Live in peace." Ratchet responded.
Ratchet saw the look on Ironhide's face; could see that he was reaching deep into his memory banks, and remembering the past.
Before the time when Megatron tried to claim the All Spark, and all of Cybertron, for himself. Before the All Spark disappeared, lost to the vast universe. Before they left with Optimus, the Prime of Cybertron, to find it and return it to their world.
Remembering the many sparks that were lost, and continued to be lost, as they traveled the galaxy in the Ark.
Most importantly, knowing the terrible outcome that would occur, should they fail.
He heard Ironhide say, so quietly, that he could barely pick it up on his audio sensors.
"…someday."
Ironhide seemed to regret his moment of weakness, and stated, "Well, I'll worry about someday, some other time. Right now I'm more concerned with today. Here and now."
He started a new scan. "I'm more concerned with finding out where the Decepticons are hiding."
"Unfortunately, we usually don't have long to wait, before they show up." Ratchet turned to look at his human patient. "I have to run a few more tests on her, to verify how I believe the All Spark merged with her."
"And how do you think it happened?" Came a commanding voice from the room's massive entrance.
"Optimus." A startled Ratchet said, as he spun around towards his leader and friend.
"What is the status of the human girl?" Optimus said, as he came to stand next to his friend and glancing over at Ironhide as he began his searched for the hidden Decepticons.
"Well, it seems the girl has, or had, a device next to her heart; called a pacemaker." He opened one of his hands and showed him a holographic image of one. "It is usually implanted when the human heart is disabled or damaged and no longer functioning properly."
Optimus nodded. "I take it, that has changed."
"Yes; the best theory I have is the All Spark transferred into the device, which merged with her heart. Her heart is no longer human, but is now bio-mechanical." He closed his hand, ending the holograph.
Ironhide decided to ask, "So the All Spark is in her, but not her?"
"Yes, and I am confident that she could still be evolving. She will not become like us, but she will not remain human. It will be interesting."
Ironhide looked at Optimus. "Yeah, and I bet she's going to be thrilled, when she finds out."
He looked at his scan, as it finished it's global search, and said to all, "I've scanned for the Decepticons, but I can't find a single trace."
"They're the masters of hiding." Ratchet said.
"Indeed." Optimus agreed. "Ironhide, my friend, scan regularly and try to determine the Decepticons location."
He turned to Ratchet, then glanced at the girl again. "When will she wake?"
Ratchet shrugged his shoulders. "Not sure. Under normal circumstances, a human requires 6 to 8 hours of sleep, depending on their age. But in this case, she is transforming into a new being. While her body goes through the various manifestations, she will tire easily and require more than the average amount of sleep."
"Understood. Keep me posted." Optimus said.
Just as he was about to leave the room, he turned back to both of them. "Tonight, we will celebrate Jazz. We will join together as friends and family; to send his life spark into the stars. He will be one with the universe."
Both nodded, sad and silent, no words required.
Optimus, the great Prime of Cybertron, leader and friend, left the room as silently as he had entered it.
Singing. I think I hear singing…
Kristy slowly opened her eyes, looking straight up at the ceiling; the very high ceiling. She blinked several times, then rubbed her eyes with her hands. After a few minutes, she sat up in bed, stretching and feeling the cool air on her skin; causing her to shiver and rub her arms.
Glancing down, she realized she was as naked as the day she was born. She quickly glanced around her, looking for her clothes, or at the very least, one of the hospital gowns.
Not seeing anything, she did the only thing she could and wrapped the thin blanket around her. She searched around her, trying to find the remote to summon a nurse.
Maybe because she was still tired, or because her brain was still fuzzy, it took her a few seconds before she realized she was not in a hospital.
Looking around, she realized the room was incredibly large.
My God, I'm in a airport hanger.
But no hanger, she knew of, had what appeared to be very sophisticated and incredibly large computers and screens, like this one had.
Not that I'm a hanger expert. But I've watched the Discovery channel.
She stood up from the bed, and as soon as her feet touched the floor, curled her toes at how cold it was.
After allowing a few moments for her body to adjust to the temperature, she walked across the room, to stand before the computers and screens. She knew she could not reach them, even if she had tried to. She tried to decipher the writing, but was unable to read any of the foreign writing.
She noticed that the what had first appeared as a large shadowy blotch, was actually a giant chair.
I must still be dreaming. This can't be real.
Kristy began to shiver again, but not from the cold.
This is not real; it's not. I'm still dreaming; in a nightmare. THIS IS NOT REAL.
Kristy heard the singing again; coming from somewhere outside the large room. She looked back at the bed, considering if it would be wiser to return to it.
She wanted to return to it, close her eyes and wake up in the real world.
But something in her, compelled her to follow the sound.
No, no, I don't want to go. I want to stay here. I want to go home.
Walking on bare feet, and wrapped only in a blanket, she walked out the room. She seemed to be drawn to the sound and she couldn't stop herself.
No, no, no, no, no. I don't want to do this.
As she continued to walk towards the singing, and without knowing why, but somehow, deep inside her, she knew this was a song of mourning. A song of parting.
She followed the sound, ignoring the strange rooms she passed, not caring. Her brain was seemed to be processing information on some level, but she couldn't comprehend the answers, let alone understand the questions.
This is not real. This is not me.
She froze when she came to the room that the singing was coming from. She wanted to turn and run, but couldn't. Something held her in place, controlled her.
She was terrified and wanted to leave, but couldn't.
But she had to admit to herself, she was fascinated by what she saw.
None of the robots, if that's what they were, noticed her. They were all focused on the giant red and blue one, who moved his hands and spoke. Spoke in a language she couldn't understand. A language that sounded like something the computer at her job would make.
But this sound had a cadence, a resonance. A flow and rhythm and definitely identified it as a language.
There were only four, but they were so big, that she felt crowed, verging on claustrophobic. She was dwarfed by the robots.
the room was quiet, solemn. The lights low, covering everyone and everything in it in deep shadows. Looking above, she could see that where the ceiling should be, was open; giving a wondrous view of the night sky.
I can't be in the city; you can't see the stars like this in the city.
In the center of the small group, there seemed to be the remains of another robot. One that, even she could tell was dead. If dead was the right word for it.
She wanted to turn and run, to escape and hide. She could feel the panic rise in her; fear of the unknown.
Be calm. Do not fear.
Kristy jumped, realizing it was the other. The thing in her, that called itself All Spark. The voice seemed to speak to her in her head.
She realized that what she had thought, had hoped, to have been a dream, was entirely too real.
Oh God, no. Please don't let this be real. It can't be real! It has to be a dream.
Dream. Humans dream while they power down, rest. It is images of fears, hopes and fantasies that you see. Possibly premonitions, although I do not think your brains have developed to that agree. However, the ability is there, to be harnessed.
Let me go.
Forgive. To forgive is Devine. Is that not how it is said.
Please.
I am sorry, but the fusion is too complete.
Why me?
Clarify.
Why did you pick me?
You were not chosen, the merging was unintentional.
Kristy found little comfort in knowing it was a mistake.
Can you help me get away.
No. This is where I belong; now where you belong. Where we belong.
No, I don't belong here. I don't want to be here. I want to go home.
This is now home. Our home. Accept?
"No." Kristy said out loud. Loud enough for everyone to hear.
All the robots turned in her direction, looking at her. She in turn, looked back, moving her eyes from one to the other.
This is a time of sadness; one has fallen and his spark returns to the stars; joining his ancestors.
Kristy understood.
This is a funeral; isn't it.
Yes. A time of mourning and celebration.
She didn't know what to do; how to act. She knew she couldn't turn and run, like she wanted to. She couldn't say "oops, sorry," and walk out. She didn't know what to do, so she just stood there, unmoving and silent.
Then she felt it, the other, the All Spark. She felt the ripple of energy lick her skin. Felt as if pure power poured through her, as it gently took control. She no longer felt like herself. She felt more.
Looking at her hands, she saw strange markings.
She could feel, see and understand, but she no longer was in control. It was the All Spark that made her walk up to the center of the group. It was the All Spark that reached out to touch the twisted metal of the deceased robot.
She felt the cold of the metal.
But, she knew that, had it still been alive, the metal would have been warm, pulsating with energy. She bowed her head to the fallen warrior, and heard her voice. She was speaking , but the sounds weren't human. The words spoken in alien tongue. Spoken in a way her vocal cords shouldn't allow.
"Speak not words of sadness, Speak not words of grief. But sing songs of glory. Remember his nobility and bravery. Know that he travels into the stars and will share stories and songs with his ancestors. His knowledge will merge with the universe and he will understand all."
She turned to look back at the robots, that had remained silent. She opened her hand, and in it's center was a glowing ball of blue light, that crackled with energy.
"As long as you remember, he shall never be gone, but shall continue to live forever in your sparks. His memory will be as eternal as the stars."
She lifted her hand to the ceiling, and released the ball of light. It flashed and flared, before it streaked into the night sky, leaving a trail of light, that slowly faded.
Kristy felt herself turn to the one she somehow knew was their leader, to speak to him directly.
"Grieve not; his ending was not your fault. He would not want you to bear any guilt, but to continue to carry on. To do what is right and good."
He stared at her, saying nothing. All of them, just standing quietly; waiting.
He finally spoke, continuing to stare at her. "The All Spark has spoken true. Let us remember Jazz as the great warrior he was. Let us fight in his memory."
And Kristy understood him.
As the other's agreed and began to speak amongst themselves, she felt the All Spark release it's hold.
She was herself again.
She was weak and tired, and could no longer understand what was being said. The leader robot spoke to her, but she could no longer understand the words he spoke..
Shaking her head and shaking uncontrollably, she said, "I don't understand."
The robot nodded, then after a moment said, in perfect English, "Thank you for your words."
"They weren't mine."
"Nonetheless, thank you." He motioned to another robot, while continuing to speak to her.
"I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots."
"I'm Kristy. Kristy Ellis. Leader of no one."
"Don't be afraid, we intend you no harm."
He began to speak in the computer-like alien language, to the robot he summoned.
As they spoke back and forth, she began to feel afraid again. Her nerves on end and a sick feeling in her stomach. She took several deep breaths, to try to calm herself, but it didn't seem to be working.
I want to go home.
She expected to hear the All Spark answer back, but there was nothing but silence.
I WANT TO GO HOME NOW.
Still, there was no reply.
Feeling tiny, standing next to Optimus Prime, she slowly took several steps back, and glanced at the door, judging the distance.
Panic was beginning to rise in her. Panic because she knew something was different about herself. She wasn't normal, and all she wanted was normal in her life. She needed normal.
What she feared the most was not being herself. It terrified her, like nothing else. The fear of disappearing.
None of the robots had done anything threatening, none had made any attempt to intimidate her.
She knew the fear and panic was irrational. But she couldn't stop the rising of it, as she stood in the middle of giants.
She was so very small.
I'M GOING HOME NOW!
Without thought, without reason and understanding, she turned and ran as fast as she could.
Ran from the room, expecting to hear them behind her. Ran with no idea where she was going. Ran, though she knew that she had no hope of escape.
She didn't get very far, before she had to stop and lean against the wall of the hallway. Out of breath and so very, very tired. Before she knew it, she felt herself slide to the floor and begin to cry.
I just want to go home.
"You are leaking fluid from your opticals." Optimus Prime said.
He's so quiet for something so big.
"I'm not leaking; I'm crying." Kristy answered.
"Ah," he replied, keeping his distance from her; "humans cry for many reasons."
"Yeah, we do. " Kristy snapped. "We do it for a bunch of reasons. I'm doing it, 'cause I'm scared."
"You have nothing to fear, Kristy." He said gently. "We want to help you."
She lifted a corner of the sheet and wiped her eyes and nose, "Those are just words; anyone can say anything they want, and not mean it." She looked at the floor. "People do it all the time."
"I can assure you, that my people and I do not." He took a step closer and saw her stiffen.
He did not take another.
"Please, stay away." She said, putting up a hand, as if to keep him away.
Yeah, like I could stop him, if he wanted to grab me.
""Of course." Optimus said, taking several steps back. "I don't want to frighten you."
She gave a sad laugh. "Too late."
"If you robots…" She began.
"Autobots." He interrupted.
"…Autobots are real, then was the building falling down on me and all that other stuff real?"
"Yes." Optimus confirmed. "I regret it was all too real."
Kristy nodded. She knew that he was telling the truth. It was his voice. She felt he could trust him, at least about this, if nothing else.
Cocking her head to the side, she asked, "Can I go home?"
"I wish I could say yes, but unfortunately…"
Still afraid, but now angry, she quickly got up and began to run blindly.
I just want to find a way out!
Turning corners, and running down hall after hall, lost and confused, she finally saw a room that was opened, and ran into it.
Optimus Prime walked in a steady pace, behind the young human female. Keeping pace with her, without the need to run.
He would keep her in sight, and make sure that no harm would come to her, as she ran. He knew that she was frightened and wanted to allow her some space.
But I won't allow her to bring harm to herself.
He didn't know how long she ran and he walked, but he was amazed at the speed she was able to attain.
Better than human speed; most likely a result of the All Spark.
He saw Kristy turn a corner and realized she had run into the training room, where he knew Ironhide was practicing his combat techniques and weapons.
And to work out a lot of anger , aggression and grief.
Knowing that, so focused he would be, that he would not notice her on his sensors, until it was too late.
Running into the room, Optimus saw her run under the raised foot of Ironhide, as he began to do a spin and kick move.
He saw the look on her face, as she realized the danger she was in.
He yelled; "Ironhide, watch out!"
Startled, Ironhide's arms began to flail as he lost his balance and began to fall.
Optimus saw Kristy try to run, to get out of the falling Autobot's way, but knew that no matter how fast she was, she would be crushed.
He jumped and tried to grab her; intending to cover her much smaller body and roll out of the way of Ironhide, but before he could, Kristy screamed, and a blast of blue, white light shot out of her body.
The same light that had shot Megatron earlier that day.
It was coming directly towards him.
End Chapter Two.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know it's not as action packed, but they can't all be like that; right?! And it is a little long. I have a feeling that Optimus will get the girl, but we'll see, who knows how the story will ultimately unfold. Anywho, I feel like writing something for Starscream now, hmmmm…
Again, thanks to all that have read and left the wonderful reviews.