I'm going to ramble here for a moment. First up... I'm going to apologize in advance for my little sister's kiddy soap operas infecting this fic. Secondly, I don't own Transformers. All other stuff I borrowed will the credited at the end and therefore not ruining the story with any heads up. (Just encase you were wondering why I'm doing it that way.) Also the chapters seem to be getting longer. Sadly, don't get to use to it as school will be starting up again soon. I hope to get one more chapter up before I have to pack and classes start.
Special thanks goes to Hiding In My Writing and Mrs. Bumblebee for the ideas. And Epps is brought to you by... Autobot Firekat.
Warnings: Contains cuss words
Chapter 3
The spy watched as they shifted the riffle higher onto their shoulder. The 'bots were up to something. They were quickly and efficiently taking care of the remaining Decepticons. They have even been asking for less and less in return for helping the world's various governments take down criminals. Simmons was asked to have all Sector Seven information brought in to be reviewed, but they didn't seem to be in a hurry to go though it. The Lieutenant also hasn't been around as often giving orders. The Autobots have gathered the remains of the fallen on both sides of their war, not really letting their so called allies to do more than glance at them. It smelled suspicious to the spy and moving away from the training grounds the spy took out their cell phone. When someone picked up they Spoke into the mouth piece only saying one word: "Yellow" and hung up.
Optimus Prime: leader of the Autobots, last prime, killer of his brother – Megatron – his mentor – Sentinel Prime – and by some degree the Allspark and his race the Cybertronians. Optimus could feel his spark darken at the thought of being a part of the end of his race. The only hope they had for any way to continue themselves was with the two men: Will and Sam. It was unfair to ask them of anything as they were going to lose their family and friends, even their world soon. This did not stop Optimus from asking them to see Ratchet everyday and do a basic checkup; Ratchet was good at down playing how much the scans meant to them.
"Optimus, Wheelie and Brains can be revived now." Ratchet said as he cleaned up his tools.
"Thank you, Ratchet." he said to the CMO as he opened his spark chamber to release the Matrix of Leadership. The small artifact hovered over his servos before he wrapped his digits around it and thrusted it into the small chest compartments on the tiny Autobots one at a time. Optimus was thankful that Sentinel Prime didn't take the artifact from him that day, they might not have won the war if he did, but it was almost like the Matrix was reluctant to do his bidding when he used it. It was almost like it could see the shadows on his spark that the war has created since he came to this little world.
The Matrix made a whining sound and burned brightly. There was an echoing scream and a yell outside the med bay. Thinking it was an emergency Ratchet opened the door as Optimus powered up a cannon. There is no such thing as too careful, he thought. Sam ran in through the door clutching his head. The Matrix screeched again and flew at the boy at a high enough speed that Optimus couldn't catch it. He did however knock it up and off course. Sam could only stare as the alien artifact smacked into his face before he passed out.
"Ratchet, the boy is fine, right?" Optimus asked as he leaned down to retrieve the Matrix only to frown as it sank into the skin on the left side of his face.
Ratchet busy running scans glanced up at his leader. "I don't know. His heart rate has spiked and the glow on the Cybertron symbols has increased 9.7 percent since the Matrix hit him." Ratchet gently touched him with a digit, "Why did you hit him with it?"
Optimus frowned, "I didn't... It was like it had a mind of its own." As the two 'bots talked, Will walked in and knelt next to the young adult, his right hand resting on his arm.
"Samuel James Witwicky," a voice said in a low tone, but it boomed around him nonetheless as if it was said from a great distance, "congratulations are in order."
Sam cracked an eyelid and weakly glanced around. The place looked coated in a thick white fog and seven shady being stood tall among the mist. "What for?" Sam ask cautiously.
"Samuel, there is much to talk about, boy, no time for rest." A figure nudged the young hero.
"Yes, much," another agreed. The beings sounded familiar. He didn't know where from... the battle in Egypt!
"I'm not dead again am I?" Sam asked as he sat up rubbing the left side of his face.
"Not yet, but we only have a limited amount of time at this time before such an event occurs." One of the shady figures said.
"Then tell me what you need to tell me so I don't have to die again!" Sam yelled out causing some of the figures... some of the Primes... to chuckle.
One of them shifted closer making the fog swirl around the boy as his hazy figure clear somewhat. "I suppose the first thing we should discuss is the markings. I'm sure you would like to know what they mean." Sam nodded enthusiastic. "The one on your arm which you received before the battle against the Fallen, it is the Mark of the Prime. Every prime has it and you needed to earn it before the Matrix would work for you. The one on you shoulder," Sam reached up and placed a hand over the glowing mark. "Yes, that one. It's the mark of the warrior. You remember when we told you that the Matrix of Leadership had to be earned, not given."
"Yeah, what does that have to do with this... warrior mark?" Sam asked.
"The one who earned the right to hold the Matrix is called 'Warrior Prime'. The Matrix draws energy from the sun harvester and from the Warrior Prime. It's why when you found it, it was dust. There was no Warrior Prime to give it energy."
"If that's true then how come Optimus can use it?"
"You gave Optimus permission plus Optimus is a Prime and all Primes can use the Matrix with permission of the Warrior Prime."
"Oh.. okay what about this one?" Sam showed the Ancient Prime the markings on his left side.
"It is the markings of the AllSpark. It has chosen you to harness its power with the help of two others to protect you. I believe the one already picked out is the human William Lennox."
Sam nodded then frowned as it sank in that there are two of them. "Wait.. two? Who's the second one? And why are we changing to Cybertronian?"
"No we do not know who is your second guardian is," Sam opened his mouth to say something only to be talked over, "and to answer your second unanswered question to that answer, no we are not all knowing. Now on to why you are changing; humans don't live long nor are they made to contain as much power as you have running through you, which is why your transformation is faster then the others will be. Yours should be just about done. Soon you will be about to see what you can do and before you ask, no we won't tell you."
Sam frowned and rubbed at the mark on his arm. "Okay, can I go now?"
Another figure stepped forward, "Two more things, boy. The Matrix now rest on your skin as well. We tried to guide it to like your leg or something hideable, but Optimus Prime knocked it off course. It sorta landed on your face. So now your face read 'Matrix' and your throat reads 'Leadership'. You will be able to call forth the Matrix to you, but it is safe where it is."
Sam's hand cupped his face, "You marred my looks? Now how am I going to keep Carly!"
The figures frowned and the smallest stepped forward, "Why do you want to keep her? You can make sparklings with any mech now."
"What if I don't want sparklings? What then?"
"Samuel, think before you speak. We meant no disrespect," said the one Sam deemed the ring leader. "Do not worry about it now as its time for you to go."
The one to the left him started to speak, "Boy, please watch over Optimus Prime for us. His spark now contains shadows and if left too long they will engulf him and then the war will start again."
Sam frowned and started to ask how he was suppose to stop this when the fog lifted and his eyes opened to stare at Will's concerned gaze. Optimus and Ratchet was arguing about something or another. "Wha..." Sam started to say before Will cut him off. He helpped him onto his feet and lead their escape from the bossy 'bots.
Robert Epps was really starting to hate being shot at. He ducked under a mini cannon blast from a rookie soldier who was trying to figure out the gun and winced as he landed on his butt, crushing the candy bar he stuffed into his left back pocket. As he got up he spied Will and Sam slowly sneaking out of "Hatchet's Dungeon" also called the medbay.
"Hey guys!" he waved at them as he ran over to see them. For the pass week they have been scarce. Come to think of it they have been scarce since that day all the 'bots disappeared for about two and a half hours and no one could get a hold of them. "Where you guys been? What's up with the tattoos Sam?"
"Decided I needed to be more noticeable in case my face goes public again." Sam muttered darkly as he stiffly rubbed his face.
"Oh. Well I guess that's cool." Epps laughed at the kid. "I dropped by your place Will, thought we'd hang out, but if you're busy..." Epps pouted some as the unsure look Will and Sam had on their faces. "I brought snacks and games."
"Alright, guess it won't hurt anything." Will relented.
"Yes!" Epps held up both hands for a high five from each male and they gave the man high fives at the same time. Epps jumped back as if burned. "Damn guys! Owww! That hurts!" Epps held his left hand that had smacked Will's left up to see it. "What the hell is this!" He says holding up the hand for inspection showing Cybertronain writing.
Will glanced at his right hand, "it's the same as this." He holds his up to compare them. "It is!"
Sam cussed, "Fuck! I'm sorry Epps." Sam glanced around at all the other people starting at them, human and 'bot alike. "Ratchet needs to know of this."
A sleek blackish red Yamaha FJR1300 sped pass some pedestrians in busy streets, the smooth red Ferrari Italia 458 and the sliver Chevrolet Corvette Stingray followed closely behind the motorcycle. It was a high speed chase, as the automobiles were pushing closer to 200 miles per hour. Suddenly two purple drag cars pulled up along side of the Autobots pushing against their sides trying to make them serve into one another. The Ferrari transformed and flipped over one of the purple twins who also transformed and started to attack. The Yamaha flashed its neon green headlights in thanks and raced off to complete his mission.
The sliver stingray completed his transformation and sliced the drag car in half with his arm blades. "Show off" came in Italian accent as the red transformer punched the remaining Decepticon in the face before blasting him in the chest.
"I sorry that I'm just that good" The sliver 'bot grinned and transformed back into his alt mode to track down the motorcycle while the red 'bot shifted and waited for the clean up crew.
The spy watched the Witwicky kid with narrowed eyes as he started cussing and huffing, leading the Lieutenant and the retired Technical Sergeant to the medbay. The tattoos weren't there the last time the boy was seen. The spy waved to some of his fellow soldiers and walked off a bit opening the cell phone. "Blue" was the only word spoken before he hung up.
When Sam walked out of the medbay the second time today, he was shaken. So Epps is the other guardian, he thought to himself. He had to endure just as many test as Epps did as well as a lecture from Optimus about running off.
He was so into his thoughts he walked into the yellow camaro waiting on him. "'Bee! I'm sorry! I wasn't looking where I going."
The car made clicks and whiling noises before the driver's door opened. When Sam didn't immediately start to move or even open his mouth to talk the stereo turned on and a song started to chant:
Ride with me
Ride with me
Ride with me, Oh
Ride with me
Ride with me
Ride with me, Yeah
Sam shook his head, "Not a good time 'Bee" The car pressed against the boy's legs and he fondly patted the striped hood. "Sorry buddy, maybe next time?"
The stereo turned on again as Sam started to walk away and played a Disney song of all things:
Here I am
There you are
Why does it seem so far
Next to you is where I should be
(Where I wanna be)
Sam glanced back at the car, "'Bee? Is something wrong?"
Bee continued the song:
Something I, want so bad
Know what's inside your head
Maybe I could see what you see
(Tell me what you see)
Sam tilted his head in confusion, "What do you want to know?"
Bumblebee's own voice drifted from the interior, "Everything. Absolutely everything... but I'll settle on how you fixed my voice processing unit for now."
Borrowed songs in this fic in order:
The Vines – Ride
Any Kind of Guy – Big Time Rush
Borrowed OC's/Cons:
Toxic – Hiding In My Writing Thank you very much for the use of you character dear. I hope I you liked it, he will appear again soon. If you have suggestions please feel free to tell me, and if they are complains I'll gladly hear those too.
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