A/N

I live again! Return of my dead story! Hee hee…I'm working on it, I'm working on it. Well here is a well delayed, return of iHumanized. Pretty long, I guess. Here were go again.

Chapter 14: Reuniting

Perceptor arrived at the apartments a little after midnight. The doorman was no help. He kept yelling at him and wasn't very nice. He remembered the way to Carly's apartment anyway. He climbed the steps rather than the elevator. The lights seemed dim and everything was too quiet.

"Carly?" Perceptor whispered. "Freddie?"

There wasn't a sound. There wasn't any response. Perceptor tried hard to remember which one of these apartments were Carly's or even Freddie's would work. Finally he reached what seemed familiar. He knocked on the door, hoping for anyone who could lead him in the right direction.

"Hello?" someone whispered.

Someone behind the door whispered quietly to him. There was a hint of fear in the voice. Perceptor tried hard to tell if it was one of his friends but it was so quiet and fearful. It was hard to see and hear things here.

"Hello?" Perceptor replied. "I'm looking for a couple of friends of mine."

"Alex?" the voice replied.

Perceptor got a slight hint on the voice. It was still quiet and fearful but it was more notable than before. It was Carly. Perceptor's felt himself grow excited but he felt his heart sink as soon as he realized what this meant. He'd been right about the Decepticons.

"Carly?" Perceptor gasped.

"Go away!" Carly replied.

"I know something's wrong!" Perceptor begged.

"Please, go away!" Carly repeated.

"The Decepticons…" whispered Perceptor, slipping his hands into his pockets.

"Please…before they hear me," Carly whispered.

Perceptor groaned, placing his head on the door. There was a thump as it hit the wooden door. He closed his fists in his pockets. He grasped something. His eyes opened as he pulled out his small blaster. The door couldn't be too strong after the Decepticons blew it open a couple days ago. He hated to use weapons. He was a scientist not a warrior but these kids were his friends.

"Carly leave the door!" Perceptor ordered, raising the blaster at the door.

Closing his eyes and hoping for the best, Perceptor fired. The blast was a shimmering blue and shattered the door to pieces. As smoke drifted up, Perceptor opened his eyes quickly. Before him was an open doorway leading into a dark abyss of a room. After a moment of hesitation, Perceptor entered.

He moved slowly and gently across the cluttered the floor. The door slammed shut. Before being able to turn around, Perceptor felt something on the back of his head. A gun. Perceptor didn't move and not word ran past his lips. His gun dropped from his hands. He looked around slowly. Carly stood to his left, Thundercracker standing behind her with a gun in hand.

"Let me guess," whispered Perceptor. "Starscream?"

"Lucky guess," Starscream snickered, pushing Perceptor forward.

"Why do you have the humans? They aren't important in this," snapped Perceptor.

"Important enough for you to come back aren't they," laughed Thundercracker.

"Shut up," groaned Perceptor.

Starscream pushed Perceptor onto the tattered couch. Perceptor sat and took in his surrounds a little more. He could only see Carly. The others must've been upstairs. He could see Starscream, who guarded in front of him, and Thundercracker who watched over Carly. Skywarp was nowhere to be found.

"No Skywarp?" chuckled Perceptor.

"Shut up!" growled Starscream. "He and Soundwave are up stairs."

"Soundwave?" questioned Perceptor.

"We found him while you Autobots were mourning the loss of these humans," laughed Thundercracker, poking at Carly.

"As much as I wanna get rid of ya Autobots," Starscream mumbled. "You're the only one who knows how to change us back."

"Or where Megatron is!" added Thundercracker.

"And I'm going to help you," Perceptor laughed. "Why?"

"If you don't, you'll be stuck just like us!" Starscream howled. "Plus we've got your little friends."

"Is that so," Perceptor nodded.

Perceptor snapped up, kicking Starscream over. Thundercracker, startled, leaped away from Carly. The human snatched Perceptor's fallen gun. She aimed at Thundercracker. He gulped but chuckled lightly. Perceptor stepped behind him. Thundercracker looked behind him in time to see the final blow from the Autobot. Thundercracker fell to the ground. Perceptor took his gun.

"The others?" Perceptor asked.

"Upstairs," Carly nodded.

"Come on," Perceptor ordered.

Perceptor led Carly up the stairs but left her in the hall. He peered in through the glass door. It was shifted slightly but he could make out the three humans. He could also see Skywarp and a faded out Soundwave. Soundwave looked like he wore large headphones that covered his ears around his neck. He had a blue hoodie, long sleeved, with red around the wrists. When he turned, Perceptor noticed a large yellow box around his chest with a Decepticon mark in the center. His eyes were blurred behind a red visor. His pants were a lighter blue and had small key chains hanging from the belt.

"Soundwave and Skywarp," Perceptor whispered. "Only one Autobots to two Decepticons. Wonderful."

"I could help."

Perceptor spun around to see Carly. This was the first time Perceptor took Carly into perspective. Her usually neat and clear hair was ragged and dirty. There were small dirt spots on her face. Her clothes were slightly torn with caked on sot. The most notable feature on her was her bright, defiant eyes. She was practically glaring at him to let her save the others. With a look like that, how could you say no?

He would've said no to her, however, tightly held in her hand was his Autobot blaster. He groaned, looking away. Quickly, he snatched pistol from her. Her mouth fell open as he held it away. He gave her a glare of his own. She frowned at him.

"I can help!" she mumbled.

"I don't need your help. You're only a human," Perceptor whispered. "I can't let you get hurt."

Suddenly, her expression changed. She pouted lightly and looked up at him lightly. Perceptor knew this look from not only the Twins but also Bumblebee. It was known as the puppy dog look. Perceptor groaned. He was never good at resisting the look. He handed the gun back to Carly.

"You stay down and don't bite off more than you can chew!" Perceptor ordered.

"Yes, sir," she smiled, giving a nod.

"You stay behind me!" he ordered.

"Yes, sir!" she cheered again.

Perceptor stood up and kicked the door fully open. Skywarp and Soundwave perked and turned. They lifted their weapons, ready to fire. Perceptor quickly shot. A fire sparked behind Skywarp, startling him. He completely turned around to watch the fires. Soundwave, however, opened fired. Before Perceptor could do anything, laser fire came from behind him. He jumped quickly out of the way as the stray gun fires blasted around Soundwave.

"What the-" shouted Soundwave as the floor below him collapsed.

"Carly!" hissed Perceptor, looking back at the human friend.

"Sorry," whimpered Carly, lowering the Autobots gun.

"Why did you give her a gun?"

Perceptor turned. Freddie was staring down the hole Soundwave had fallen through. Sam was kicking at Skywarp, his Decepticon pistol in hand. Spencer stood, with eyes wide, staring at Perceptor and Carly. Carly dropped the gun and ran to give her brother a hug. Spencer, still rather shocked, gave a slight hug back but his eyes were still on Perceptor. Perceptor groaned, falling to his knees.

"Humans," he groaned.

"That was amazing, Carls!" cheered Sam, looked back at her.

"I know right!" cheered Carly, running over to her friend.

"Everyone alright?" asked Perceptor, snatching Carly's fallen weapon.

"Better now," sighed Freddie, stepping over.

"Seriously!" Sam smirked, rushing over to Perceptor.

"Fine?" mumbled Spencer, still rather shocked.

"I don't think I introduced myself, Spencer," Perceptor sighed, standing up. "I am Autobot Scientist Perceptor."

"Spencer Shay," Spencer whispered.

"Thank you, Percy," Carly smiled.

"Don't call me that," Perceptor panted.

"Can I hold the gun again?" Carly asked.

"No!" gasped Perceptor, unknowingly alongside the others.

"I understand," huffed Carly.

"Sam, no offense, but I don't trust you with that," Perceptor mumbled, pulling the Decepticon pistol from Sam.

"Do you trust me more than Carly?" Sam asked.

"Must less. No offense," Perceptor sighed. "I trust you with this as much as I trust a Decepticon with it."

"You're probably right," shrugged Sam.

"We need to leave, quickly," Perceptor sighed, looking over at the moaning Skywarp.

"Where to?" Freddie asked.

"That place you took us to before," Perceptor grumbled. "You called it school?"

"You lot are at our school?" gasped Carly.

"Come on Carly Girl," cheered Sam. "Let's get going!"

"What is going on around here!" gasped Spencer.

"Later," Perceptor nodded, offering the door.

"As long as I get an explanation," sighed Spencer, reaching his hand out. "But I want a gun."

"Alright," Perceptor shrugged, handing Spencer a gun. "You only fire when I say so though."

"Right," Spencer nodded.

"Why does Spencer get a gun!" gasped the kids.

"He's older," Perceptor offered. "And hopefully as better aim."

"It is Spencer, though," whispered Sam.

"Let's go, quickly," Perceptor nodded, running through the door. The others rushed after.