Author's note: Sorry for the long wait. Stuff happened. Muse died on me for a little. You know, the usual stuff an author has to deal with. Anyway, the story is starting to come along, almost forming a story line, though it's not quite there yet. What? You're asking. There's a storyline? Of course there is! What kind of story would this be if there weren't any Decepticons in it? Not to mention the shock poor Sam and Mikaela are about to have…. Heheh….

After the "dream," Sam and Mikaela were different. Without seeming to realize it, they were together more often, touching in subtle ways when they could- holding hands, a leg touching the other under the table, an arm casually draped over the other's shoulders- and simply being near each other when they couldn't. Will was one of the first to notice the change, and the first to ask the question.

He was sitting across from them as they ate lunch when he noticed they were sitting closer than normal- in fact, they had been together a lot lately, more than was usual for the average teenaged couple. With a furrowed brow, he looked up to the couple.

"Did something happen last night?"

The pair looked at him with equally confused expressions. "What?" Sam asked intelligently.

Will rolled his eyes. "Ever since last night you guys have been inseperable. You're always holding hands or standing together or something."

Mikaela shrugged. "Blame the Allspark," she answered casually as she lifted her fork to her mouth.

Will sighed but didn't bring it up again.

The next day, the pair wandered into the communications building to find Optimus Prime staring longingly at a blank screen. They walked up and Mikaela rested her hand against his ankle. The Autobot leader looked down at her with a tired face.

"More are coming," she promised. Sam nodded.

"What makes you so sure?" answered Optimus curiously.

Identical grins appeared on both faces as they answered in unison, "The Allspark," before walking off. Optimus just stared after them, wondering what exactly had just happened.

Three days after that, they walked in while Ratchet was tinkering with something that looked Cybertronian. He didn't look up from his work, but the pair didn't need him to. They only needed him to listen.

"You should start work on a sparkling body," Sam called over.

As they turned to leave, Ratchet now staring at them, Mikaela shot over her shoulder, "Or two. Or three." Ratchet's thoughts ran a similar course to what Prime's had three days prior.

Two days after that, they wandered into Ironhide's workshop, dangerous territory for anyone, Autobot or not. Something was wrong with his gun, and he couldn't quite figure out what. The teens walked over, touched his leg, and then darted off before Ironhide could shoot them. He stared at his cannon, trying to figure out how they had fixed it.

And so life went on, Mikaela and Sam randomly popping in, doing something equally random, and disappearing again as if they had never been. The Autobots got used to it. The humans found it bizarre, but they got used to it as well. Sam and Mikaela found nothing wrong with it, why should they? It wasn't as if they were harming themselves. In fact, not much changed in their lives other than their sudden closeness and random appearances. The base gained back its air of normalcy for a week or so.

That was, until Ratchet, on duty in the communications building, found someone was hailing them.

Everyone was running toward one building in particular, those that could grabbing a ride with one of the Autobots heading in the same direction. Sam, Mikaela, Captain Lennox, and Sergeant Epps were all crammed in Bumblebee, who was driving as fast as he could without accidentally crushing any of the running humans, which wasn't very fast. After he finally managed to shove his way through, practically tossing out his human passengers as he entered the building, a small crowd had begun to gather, as everyone who wasn't needed elsewhere right that second filled the building. Sam and Mikaela took their normal position on Bumblebee's shoulders as everyone turned to the screen, which was just lighting up with the form of a Cybertronian. The mech was black, with a frame that was a cross between Optimus and Ratchet's type- sharp and blocky- and Jazz's, though no one could tell what his height was, as their was nothing near him they could use as a comparison except meteors.

At the sight of him, Jazz (who had just been given a clean bill of health a couple days ago) brightened up considerably, despite the fact he had already been practically giddy with the news of a call. Sam was about to ask Bumblebee who it was when said mech began speaking- in Cybertronian, of course.

"Prowl, reporting. Are you receiving me, Earth Base?"

Optimus was the first to answer. "We are receiving you loud and clear, Prowl. Where are you?"

"Somewhere in a belt of meteors within Earth's solar system. One damaged my SSPS system, so I'm not sure of my exact coordinates. I shall repair it before I make planet-fall, though."

Mikaela turned her head so that she was looking at the side of Bumblebee's face. "Hey, Bee?" she asked. He turned his head and gave a chirp to show he was listening. "What's SSPS stand for?"

Suddenly every bot in the room was staring directly at Mikaela, for she had said SSPS in very clear, accurate, Cybertronian, with a tone of voice that said she knew exactly what she was saying, even if she wasn't quite sure what it stood for.

"Excuse me, Mikaeala," Ratchet spoke up, making sure to use English, "did you just say something in Cybertronian?"

Mikaela shrugged, looking down at the far-away floor. "I can understand it now. Sam can, too. The Allspark taught us."

Sam looked over at Ratchet. "It's not that hard after you listen to it for a while, and it doesn't have as many rules and exceptions as English."

Optimus held his hand against his head in a human gesture he had picked up. "We should really stop being surprised by now," he commented.

"What do the two organics mean, how can the Allspark have taught them? I thought the Allspark had been destroyed."

Ratchet was about to answer Prowl's question, but Jazz stepped forward before he could. "It's like this, Prowler," he began, enjoying the annoyed expression on the mech's face at the use of his nickname. "We thought the Allspark'd been destroyed, but turns out, these two," at which he gestured toward Sam and Mikaela, "became its pers'nal hosts. They acc'dentally brought me ba-" Jazz stopped as he realized that probably wasn't the right thing to say.

"You died?!" Prowl exclaimed in a rare show of emotion.

Jazz backed up slowly, sliding behind Ratchet as he did so. "Funny story 'bout that, actually…."

Jazz suddenly found many robotic glares sent his way before Optimus continued, trying to change to get back on subject before the whole conversation went down hill. "Yes, Prowl, Jazz died. He was protecting us when he did so, but that is not important at the moment."

"I apologize. I was just… shocked. Continue."

"We shall send you the coordinates at which you are to land, as well as a small file of information you will need to know about Earth upon your landing. After we bring you back to base, we will further update you on their cultural do's and don't's, as well as anything else you may need in the long-term." Optimus turned to Ratchet. "Are the files ready, Ratchet?"

"Ready, Prime. I shall commence upload… now."

There was a moments pause, and then Prowl answered, "Received. I shall now begin repairing my SSPS, and then attempt to make planet fall. Prowl, out."

"Optimus Prime, out."

Even after the screen went black, everyone just stood there for a moment, unwilling to do anything. Mikaela was the first to break the silence.

"No one answered my question. What does SSPS stand for?"

Optimus gave a light laugh. "SSPS, or, for those of you that are wondering, SSPS in English, stands for solar system positioning system, and acts much like a GPS, except on a much wider scale.

"Ah," Sam answered, as if he had been the one asking the question, not Mikaela.

The humans who had gathered to watch the transmission began talking amongst themselves and filing out of the room, heading back to whatever they were doing before they had raced to the communications building in a mad dash. Mikaela and Sam just sat there for a moment.

"So, now what?" asked Sam, peeking around Bumblebee's head to get a better look at Mikaela.

Mikaela yawned. "I'm tired. How about a nap?"

Will, who hadn't yet left, looked up at the pair of teens with a confused look on his face. "A nap? It's noon!"

The two shrugged in unison before Sam answered. "We had an Allspark dream last night, and when we have those, it feels as if we didn't get much sleep when we wake up again. I agree with Mikaela, a nap would be nice."

Bumblebee lowered his charges to the ground as Ratchet looked at them, for the second time that day, as if they had just sprouted horns. "They're right. It's as if they only got an hour of sleep last night. How odd." And with that, the couple headed off to their room.