I OWN NONE OF THE TRANSFORMERS!

"Bee's radio"

.:: commlink::.

'Thoughts'

"Dialogue"

Flashbacks/the past

Primus

Elle Fusien's POV

I nodded and Optimus transformed, me ending up in a small circular chamber with a sphere of glowing blue energy in the center. I gasped at its beauty and reached out, but snatched my hand away.

'Optimus will be mad at you if you touch it.' My subconscious told me, but all I wanted to do was touch it.

'Femme, you have to help them. They need your assistance. Are you willing to help Optimus and the others?'

'Yes.' I thought automatically.

'Then you know what to do. Do what is best for Earth and the Autobots. Save the Allspark.' The voice in my head said. My body reacted and I touched the glowing blue sphere. I closed my eyes, then opened them as a pulse of blue-green energy ran through my body and fingertips into the blue glowing sphere in front of me.

.::Elle?::. I heard Optimus's voice say.

.::Optimus!::. I said back, feeling happy for the first time in a long time.

.::Sweetspark.::. He breathed. .::How are you transmitting through the commlink and speaking Cybertronian?::. He asked, bewildered. I shrugged, forgetting he couldn't see me.

.::I dunno. But pretty cool, huh?::. I asked. He chuckled and I felt the chamber shake.

"Optimus, what is in your spark chamber?" I heard a voice say. Optimus chuckled again and a hand reached in and grabbed me gently. I was being lifted, and when the fingers around me uncurled, I saw I was sitting in a relaxed lotus position on Optimus's palm, three other mechs in a semicircle around us. All of them were looking at me in curiosity.

"Elle, this is Ratchet, my medical officer; Jazz, my first lieutenant; and Ironhide, my weapons specialist. Autobots, this is Elle Fusien." Optimus introduced. I gave a small wave and Ratchet came forward, shooting a green laser at me.

"Nothing out of the ordinary for humans, Optimus. Just exhaustion and malnourishment." Ratchet told Optimus as answer to an unasked question.

"You 'kay, lil lady?" Jazz asked, cocking his brow at me. I bit my lip and rested my head on my knees and shrugged.

"I've had worse." I muttered. All of the bots' optics widened, and I sighed tiredly. "So when are we going to go see this Sam kid and Bumblebee, and what's the Allspark?" I finished.

It went very quiet.

"Elle, how do you know about that?" Optimus asked, his voice wary. I shrugged.

"When I was in your spark chamber, a voice in my head asked me if I was willing to help you guys. I said yes, so it told me I knew what I needed to do and to do what is best for Earth and the Autobots. It also said to save the Allspark and in my nightmares Megatron has talked to Starscream about it once or twice." I said.

"Primus..." Ironhide muttered. I just shrugged.

"We need to get to Sam and Bumblebee." I persisted. "Jazz, would you do me a favor?" I asked. Jazz raised an eyebrow.

"What D'ya need, lil lady?" He asked. I blushed.

"Well I am going to need clothing eventually; not every being on this planet are as immune to half-nudity as Cybertronians." I said shyly. Jazz laughed and nodded.

"Will do, lil lady. I think the nearest mall's 'bout 2 miles from here." He said, probably checking an internal GPS for directions. I sighed.

"Thanks, Jazz."

"What about money, Elle?" Optimus asked. I looked at him with a devilish smirk on my face, my eyes twinkling with obvious mischief.

"I'll handle that, poppa. You guys stay here and hide until we come back." I said, standing to kiss Optimus's cheek before jumping off his hand. I did a couple of somersaults just to show off and landed in a roll, rolling to my feet. I leaned against Jazz's leg as the Autobots stared at me, dumbfounded, and I rolled my eyes.

"Are we going or what?" I asked. Jazz laughed and transformed, letting me jump into his alt-form, which was a silver 2005 Pontiac Solstice. I smiled at the soft leather interior and put my hands on the steering wheel and we headed out.

"Hey sweetspark? Can I ask ya' a question?" Jazz asked.

"You just did, but shoot." I said. Jazz chuckled.

"Can I use my hologram-program to make it look like you aren't caked in dry mud and injured, and at least reasonably clothed?" Jazz asked timidly. I laughed, blushing, and nodded.

"Sure Jazzy. Just make it reasonable." I said. A hologram shimmered over me and I sighed.

We rode for a while before Jazz pulled into the parking lot of a mall. I walked inside after reassuring Jazz I would be fine and bought a nice Aspire S7 laptop, a case for it and a messenger bag with the money I actually had, then used that to hack into my father's bank account. I transferred all of his money to my account, and grinned. I had at least $9,000,000 now, and my account was always taking in little amounts of money from other accounts once in awhile, so that would increase my chances of staying away from being broke.

When I was done I had made three trips out to Jazz, putting shopping bags and some food in his trunk, and had spent at least $6,000, including buying a Samsung Galaxy S4. I grabbed one of the outfits I had bought and changed into it after washing myself in a shower-stall and did my hair in the women's bathrooms.

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Then I walked back out to Jazz and slid into the seat, blushing as a wolf-whistle broke out of him.

"Daaaaaayyyyy-uuummm, chica! You lookin goooooood!" Jazz sounded. I blushed more.

"Let's just get back to the others, Jazzy. Thank you." I said quietly.

"No prob, sweetspark." He said sweetly.

.::Hello, poppa.::. I said through Poppa's commlink.

.::Hello, sweetspark. How are you and Jazz?::. Poppa asked. I smiled and leaned back into Jazz's leather seats.

.::Good. We're leaving the mall now. Do you guys want anything?::.

.::Only for you to come back safely.::. Dad said quietly. I sighed.

"What's wrong, sugar?" Jazz asked.

"Nothing. Poppa's just getting anxious." I told him. Jazz hummed and I went back to the commlink.

.::I was being serious. Ratchet wanted to take a look at you; see if that jump did anything.::.

.::All I need was a shower, which I had, and some coffee, also have had. I'm fine, Poppa. Just ask Jazz. I'm not even in pain anymore. I think it has something to do with me touching your spark.::. I commed. There was silence for a few miles and I fiddled with my fingers.

.::Elle?::.

.::Yeah, Ratchet?::.

.::How are you feeling?::.

.::Fine. Nothing hurts anymore, and my headache went away. I think there's only one big cut mean man put on my back with a knife, but that's been healing for a day or two now, so it doesn't hurt anymore.::. I told him honestly. Ratchet grunted.

.::Oh, hush up, you big medi-baby. I'm fine.::. I said, annoyed. He laughed.

.::Oh, you have spunk, little femme. Thank Primus you're Optimus's little sparkling.::. He said, chuckling.

.::What does that mean?::.

.::In human terms, it means that Optimus has adopted you as his child.::.

.::That's great!::. I said, a big grin on my face.

"What's got you so happy, sugar?" Jazz asked.

"Nothing, Jazzy. Ratchet just told me that I'm Poppa's little sparkling." I said, giggling. The seat vibrated.

"Cool. Does tha' mean you're gonna keep hangin' wit' us Autobots, sugar?" Jazz asked. I petted the dashboard and the engine purred.

"Does that answer your question?" I asked, my tone sugary sweet. Jazz laughed, but it weakened to another purr as I petted the dash more. I giggled and stopped, causing Jazz to whine but I hushed him up. It was like scratching the back of a puppy's ears.

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