I'm sooo sorry about not posting for so long! I like to have chapters pre-written before I start posting, and I kind of ran out. So, Here's the next chapter!

PS. I will not be able to post as much as I would like. If you want to know why, I have the whole explanation in the latest chapter of Harte's Hope, so, it's there.

PPS. I do't own TF or any of the movies used here. All I own is my pathetic writing skillz and the crappy plot, so, there you go.

Both boys stared up at the giant.

"...Miles?"

"Yes, Sam?"

"Our giant alien robot... isn't really that giant, is it?"

"No, Sam. No, it isn't."

"Oi!"

Spell broken, they turned to look op at Jazz.

"They got ye nailed, Jazz!"

"'Hiiiiide! I'm not short!"

"For a short person, you're not bad. More tea?"

"C'mon, 'Bee, not you too!"

"Technically, for our species, you are of rather small stature, Jazz."

"Ratchet!"

Sam and Miles turned to look at the two new robots, one black and somewhere around seven or eight feet taller than Jazz with a cannon stuck to each arm, and the other a yellow green colour usually found on emergency vehicles, about five or six feet taller than Jazz. Optimus Prime, the supposed leader of whatever the hell group they'd gotten stuck with, was a good ten feet taller. At least.

"It's good t' see ye in one piece, speakerbot."

"Good to see you too, 'Hide, even if ya do make fun of m'!"

"The glasses, Jazz?"

"Oh, right! Boss-Bot and assorted others, meet... Sam and Miles, right?"

They nodded, eyes wide, trying to take in the sight of five giant alien robots standing in front of them. Sam clutched his doll to his chest, shoulders curling in a bit, Miles huddled next to his side.

The yellow 'bot bounced up to them, grinning widely.

"Hey, how you doing, Jack? Nice to meet you."

"...Uh, dude? Neither of our names are Jack..."

The little 'bot- well, not really little, but he seemed somehow... smaller than all the other bots- winced and looked away, kicking at the floor sadly.

"I can't even talk to you..."

"Bumblebee can't talk. He's been using sound clips off the Internet to communicate with us."

"Oh... That's ok, Bumblebee. That's kinda... cool how you can do that, though. Wish... I had something like that when my voice gave out!"

Bumblebee perked up almost immediately, pulling another sound clip out of nowhere.

"Gosh, you're all so nice."

Sam giggled, pushing Miles playfully.

"He... could probably give you a run... for your money, Mr Quote King!"

"But he's cheating and pulling them offa the Internet!"

"...So?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but which one of you has the glasses?"

Miles pointed to Sam.

"All him, giant robot dude, the one with the death wish!"

"They're at... the group home. I left them there when I... went over you your house, Miles."

Sam turned a suspicious eye over to the robot leader.

"Why do you want them, anyways?"

"We need them to win the war against a separate faction of cybertronians known as the 'Decepticons'."

Bumblebee growled angrily, a harsh, static filled sound that obviously caused him some pain.

"These are barbaric people. Servants of evil. The cult of evil. This is a monumental struggle of good versus evil."

"How about you start at the beginning? Like, what's a... cybertronian, what are the decept...decepticons, what are you, what you need Sam's gerat-great-something-or-others glasses for..."

Optimus sighed.

" Before time began, there was the Allspark. We knew not where it comes from, only that it holds the power to create worlds and fill them with life. That is how our race was born. For a time, we, the Cybertronians, lived in harmony on the planet called Cybertron."

Bubmlebee huddled against his leader's side, whining sadly.

"But like all great power, some wanted it for good, others for evil. And so began the war. The Cybertronians were divided. Brother against brother, Creator against creation... It was a terrible war, a war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death, and the Allspark was lost to the far reaches of space."

Optimus gently nudged 'Bee over to Ratchet and began pacing, wringing his hands.

"The different factions, the Autobots and the Decepticons," here, almost everyone in the room hissed or growled in anger,"fled the wasted remains of the Primus forsaken wasteland that used to be our home. We scattered across the galaxy, hoping to find the Allspark and rebuild Cybertron, to return it to it's former glory. Searching every star, every world. And just when all hope seemed lost, message of a new discovery drew us to an unknown planet called... Earth."

"What my great great great grandfather found... A giant metal monster... frozen in ice... strange, foreign symbols... a cube of unimaginable power..."

"You know of the Allspark?"

Sam shook his head, wincing at the disappointed expressions.

"My grandfather... he went on an expedition to the Arctic Circle... a very long time ago. When he... returned, he was different. He began to... see things, to write in a strange language no one had ever seen before... He spoke of a giant metal man, and of a glowing cube that held more ower... than an atomic bomb..."

Sam shook his head, smiling grimly.

"They thought he was insane and forced him into a mental institution."

"Sam, you said that you found a weird rock and now... you Know things, right? Can we see it?"

Sam looked at them all, eyes glazing over.

Bumblebee went to nudge him, but Miles stopped the yellow bot.

"No, don't touch him. He's... the only way to put it is that he's Knowing. That's what the rock does. It makes him Know things."

"The rock makes him know things."

Ratchet looked at Miles sceptically, though how a robot could look at someone sceptically no one was sure.

"Not know, Know. With a capital K. It's like... he just knows things without learning them. Like the only reason we actually stuck around with Jazz is because Sam Knew he wasn't a bad guy. Or like Sam just touched the rock and poof! He knows the basics of mechanics, or computers, or math. It's crazy, I know, but-"

Sam dug into his pocket and pulled out a very small, perfectly cube shaped rock.

Optimus' optics widened, and he took several steps forward.

"That's... That's a fragment of the Allspark!"

Ooohhhh, plot twist!

Movies used, in order-

Hanover Street

Titanic

American History X

Meet the Robinsons

War Made Easy: How Presidents & Pundits Keep Spinning Us to Death