I know its been for ever, but I've finaly posted a new chapter. I realy don't feel like annoying you too much, so I'll cut strait to the disclaimer.
disclaimer: I don't own transformers.
When we had finally gone back to the Camaro I was wondering if this was going to expose my gift. Whatever is happening, I had already determined it would be big. Either someone was going to find out, and I can tell you now, that wouldn't end well, or I'm going to have to use it.
We once again found ourselves speeding down the street, now the air was filled with anticipation. What we had just witnessed was spectacular, and even Mikayla could tell what was yet to come would be even more so.
I was surprised to see he pulled to a stop in an alley way. A rather large one too. I lead Mikayla out and I turned to see the robot transform. But just as he started, more vehicles with near the same aurora entered the alley. The ones we watched fall to the Earth. All together, they transformed, but the one, a Pewter built blue truck with red flames, caught our attention. For Mikayla, it was because he was the largest, for me, this one was the one with the particularly kind aurora. And that interested me.
As they all came to finish with the interesting display, the large one knelt down to us, he was easily 3 or 4 stories high, the buildings on either side of us were about six or seven. He looked at us both and spoke.
"Are you Samuel James Witwicky, descendent of Archable Witwicky?" he asked, obviously the leader. I suddenly realized why they all must be after me. The glasses.
"They know your name." Mikayla whispered in awe. Yeah, I noticed.
"Yeah?" I said it as a question. But no matter how much this interested me, how much I wanted to know what was going on, I knew I would regret saying that. Saying that felt like sealing the door, I had no way out of this.
"I am Optimus Prime; we are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron." I tried to look like I didn't know the stuff he was probably about to tell us.
"But you can call us Autobots for short." I turned to the new yellow one. He was larger than the one who defended us. In fact, they all were.
"Autobots." I repeated to myself. I already knew the answer to this question, but the reality of our situation finally caught up to me. Is this for real?
"This is Ratchet, our medical officer." Optimus gestured to the Autobot that had just spoken. He said nothing, but glanced at me curiously. I guess if any of them can pick up my gift on some sort of 'scanners', it would be the medic. But just in case, I put down the shield I had wrapped around me. He could just be picking up on that, and not my actual gift.
"Jazz, first lieutenant." He continued and gestured this time to the second smallest, silver one. He make a gang symbol and jumped back to recline on an old car. "Our weapons specialist, Ironhide." This time to the last new one, a big black one who at that time transformed his arms into cannons and pointed them at us.
"You feelin lucky, punk?"
"Easy Ironhide." Optimus cautioned. Iron hide transformed his cannons back into arms; he held lots of respect toward his leader.
"Kidding. Just wanted to show them my cannons." I smiled a bit, no guess who was the trigger happy of the bunch. I knew he wouldn't attach, and with my calmness about the situation, I had no trouble admiring them. I may be abnormal, but I'm still a guy, and those were some huge cannons!
"You already know your guardian, Bumblebee." I turned to see the young one doing a little dance playing a song clip.
"Check on the rep, yep, second to none." I laughed a bit, I really seemed to not only trust this one already, but I like him. Wait, did he say Bumblebee was my guardian?
"So you're my guardian?" I asked, Mikayla looked as if she was too intimidated by them to speak. Were they really all that intimidating? I guess I would be if I didn't have my gift and couldn't tell how genuinely nice they were.
He stopped and nodded to me. Cool, I could see a friendship with us. The medic, Ratchet stepped up then.
"His vocal processors were damaged during war. I'm still working on them." He turned his hand into some sort of laser and shot it at Bumblebee's throat. He stopped and Bumblebee clutched his throat and coughed.
"Why are you here?" I turned to see Mikayla pushing aside her intimidation, probably seeing how calm I was. She really shouldn't always take after me, if these Autobots were evil like the cop car; I would be calmer than normal knowing I could stop them if they tried to stop me. She wouldn't be able to.
"We have come here in search of the All Spark. We must find it before the Decepticons." I take it they are the evil guys. "It is the key to our survival, but in the wrong hands, it can cause destruction instead of life." He touched a spot on the side of his head and the space around us gave away to reveal a different world.
"Many years ago, a mech named Megatron turned evil. He decided he wanted power, so he aimed to capture the All Spark. We were forced to launch it off Cybertron in order to protect the universe from his hail. He followed the Cube here, but crash landed in the ice. That was where your great grandfather found him." The scene changed to my great grandfather under the ice. He explored the Arctic Circle and started drawing strange symbols and ended going crazy.
"He accidentally activated his navigational system and had been imprinted with the coordinates to the Cube. You still posses his glasses, which still hold the map." He dropped his hand and we were brought back to here and now.
"We need those glasses. Sam, you hold the key to Earths survival." It wasn't hard to realize the first to go was earth if this Megatron got a hold of this Cube.
"Please tell me you have those glasses." Mikayla whispered to me. Oh, I did. The 'A' I had gotten was from a report on my great grandfather. I did a presentation, and had brought the glasses to school for the presentation. They were still in my backpack.
We were once again on the road to m house. The air was urgent this time. When we got there, Mikayla and I got out. I turned to her briefly.
"Keep them here, I'll be right back." I think she nodded, but I was already on my way in. I passed my parents in a rush and they followed me to my misfortune.
"Sam, where have you been?" mom asked. I tried to search for my back pack while they were there. It wasn't easy.
"A friend's house." I said shortly, checking under my desk.
"Who? Was it that hippie friend of yours? I knew he was a bad influence."
"No, mom. It was a new friend." I tried under my bed.
"Who? Was it a girl?" dad asked.
"Uh, yeah. Mikayla from school. I was helping her with her family project. She wants to see Archable's glasses, I made them part of mine. Where is my backpack?" I asked them, going with the excuse.
"Oh, it's in the kitchen." I rushed them out in front of me. Before I left, I turned to do one more sweep of my room to see Optimus lowering Mikayla into my room. I rushed over to help her in.
"They really need those glasses." She said, accepting my help.
"hurry." The large Autobot leader urged.
"Hide, it won't help it my mom see's you, it'll just make things harder." He nodded and walked back to the road, transformed, and drove off. The driving off was last minute, I realized as I seen three black vans pulled up in front of the house.
I rushed down to get the glasses out of my back pack as I analyzed the aurora around their hearts. Not quite evil, but they had bad intentions and they weren't as ignorant as my parents were. They were after the Autobots, and knowing human nature, they intended to do to them what humans would do to me if they found out. Experiments, turning them into weapons.
I wouldn't let that happen to them, nobody should have to go through that. But sensing this, I was suddenly reminded of the day I was born. It was only what I've been told, but the aurora was somehow associated with it.
Flash back
It was two months before I was due, and my mom was on vacation at the Hoover dam. She went into labor for unknown reasons and it was too early. Mom recovered, but I was dying. There was no medical equipment near enough and the paramedics wouldn't arrive on time.
Suddenly, everything stopped and my heart leveled out. It was a medical miracle, and nobody knew how it happened. I had excellent memory or at that point I did. I could remember everything from the point I became of perfect health to this moment.
And I remember sensing the auroras. The same auroras I sense outside my house now. And I remember the power. The pure energy, something that was a lot like the Autobots and Decepticons' life force, only a hundred times stronger, and it felt so old, it overwhelmed me. That was why I cried as a baby, the calmness of my parents had stopped the fear of seeing the world for the first time, and with it being too early. But I was so overwhelmed by the power in the same large property as we were in, the Hoover dam, I cried like a normal newly born.
The energy was so similar to the Autobots' and Decepticons', yet it was so unique. And years later, researching for my family genealogy report, I found the glasses. The glasses with a map to the All Spark, and they held a trace of that power. Only the faintest reminisce remained, as if they were only touched by the power and I could sense it.
End flash back
The great power had to have been the All Spark, and the energy on the glasses were from the map to the All Spark. And if this meant what I thought it did, I knew where the Cube was.
The Hoover Dam.
I walked into the living room to get Mikayla so we could get to the Hoover Dam, I was already taking this quest on with the Autobots, instead of minorly helping them. I found her trying to explain why she had come out of my room when they had just been in there to my parents.
We were just about to leave, I opened the door to try and escape, but out path was blocked. A man in a black suit (I humorously thought of Men in Black) blocking the door, his hand raised, about to knock.
"Are you Samuel Witwicky?" he asked. I felt doom settle in my stomach.
hope you liked the chap, would have had it up earlier, but I went on a bike ride with my uncle, and the internet was down. srry, but I don't expect problems like that in the future. thanks for the reiews, and I may be able to get a twenty some story up soon; I already have it writen down. R&R