Author's Note

Aaaaaand I'm back! :D

Since winter break unofficially started today, I decided to finish up this chapter. I don't exactly like it (I'll explain later), but I don't hate it either.

Anyway, WE MADE IT PASSED A HUNDRED! YAY! :D :D :D

I love you all~!

Chapter 9

Energy Signatures and Heartless Automatons

The one thing that Lyra truly despised was assholes. And robotics. Combine the two and you get a certain Autobot named Sunstreaker.

He was, without a doubt, her least favorite of the Cybertronians. Yes, that included Megatron and the idiot that thought it was a swell idea to abduct her brother. That in and of itself was enough to show just how much she disliked the 'bot. Noah, however, couldn't seem to stop following the guy like a lost puppy.

Well, once he got out of the med bay, that is.

Apparently, the beat up, sorry excuse for a car that had rolled onto the impromptu base had been the notorious Sunstreaker that Noah had been speaking about before...the incident. Honestly, Lyra only remembered who he was when her little brother had muttered and grumbled about him being the "sexy corvette's" brother.

To put it plainly, Lyra could see why they hadn't included him in the movies.

He was such a diva! Every little thing that touched him would nearly get vaporized by one of his many weapons just because they could possibly scratch his new paint job. When a human got too close to him, or if someone accidentally crossed his path, he would nearly screech and leap away out of fear of getting their "organic residue" stuck in the groves of his wheels.

Normally (and on more than one occasion), this would make the brunette crack up. However, Sunstreaker had done the one thing she would never, ever stand for.

He. Made. Noah. Cry.

Her brother had done nothing but follow him around (she could see how this could get annoying, but, come on, it's Noah; he's frickin' adorable), every once in while asking him a question about the 'Bot's favorite subject: himself.

Then, out of nowhere, the Autobitch had turned around, cannon whirring, and said some very heartless words.

Lyra hadn't caught every word, but she did hear "worthless human" and "waste of space" thrown around, as well as the first of many sobs erupting from her little brother's throat.

There was one thing she had to say, though; the guy was smart.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth (or whatever they called it), Sunstreaker had transformed into his Lambo form and had peeled out of the hangar, narrowly avoiding a few soldiers that hadn't moved fast enough.

Had it not been for the fact that Noah was crying his heart out in the center of a room the size of three football fields, Lyra would've seen how long it would take for that Autoscum to beg for mercy as she scratched his paint job with a very sharp dagger.

"It's alright, No'," she whispered, hugging the boy to her as she smoothed his hair back. "Don't listen to that butthead."

"I-it's my f-f-f-fault," he sobbed, wrapping his thin arms around her neck.

"Hush," she said sternly, locking gazes with him, "no it's not. He had no right to say that to you."

"Y-yes, he did," Noah moaned, hiding his face in the crook of her neck. His next words were muffled and barely heard. "I asked him about his brother."

She wanted to slap herself. "I thought we said we'd keep the movie on the DL?" She tried not to sound exasperated, she really did. But, honestly, Noah? Really?

"I know," he sniffled, not moving from his position. "I'm sorry, Ly. I didn't m-mean to..."

"Shh," Lyra cooed, tightening her hold on him. "It's alright. It's fine. I'm not mad." I'm still gonna send that piece of scrap metal to the junk yard though, she thought darkly.

It took Lyra three days to find the Lambo. In those three days, she had had not only one, but two very unsavory conversations with her father. The result was usually the same: they'd talk civilly, they'd discuss their plans for after they left the Dam, they'd fight, they'd storm off.

Her father had chosen to side with the "secrecy" part of his job and had insisted that she and Noah live with their mother for "work related reasons". This royally pissed the brunette off. He was her father, so he had to know how much she hated being out of the loop, especially when it was about something she already knew about.

Though he didn't know that.

But Sam and Mikaela were allowed in on the secret! Why couldn't she be? It wasn't fair! Lyra wanted her dad to be completely honest with her; instead, she had to confirm everything she already knew through Mikaela.

They were to never speak about the Autobots to anyone not "in the know".

Mission City was a terrorist attack.

And, as a possible target, every human that came in direct contact with the Cybertronians were to be guarded at all times.

The last point had surprised Lyra, but it made sense. There was really no reason for Bumblebee to remain with Sam—well, besides their bromance—but he still had. Not to mention that since Mikaela and Sam were officially an item, it would be like killing two birds with one stone.

Still, though, that brought up the question of who would guard her and Noah. If her father wasn't so adamant in returning them to their mother's so called "care", then the girl would've assumed that Special Ops Kris Montez would be in charge of their safety.

However, that wasn't the case, and Lyra was being left in the dark. About everything.

Thus, she had set out to find the egotistical Lambo in hopes of not only screaming her lungs out at him for his uncalled for behavior towards her sibling, but also to vent out her current frustrations.

Lyra found Sunstreaker near the med bay sporting a shallow dent on his jaw. He was pacing (which was bizarre, seeing as his feet were wheels) and making strange whirring and clicking noises. From what Noah had said and what she had gathered from the other Autobots, she assumed he was speaking his native language.

Figures that they're language sounds like a pit crew at work.

"Hey!" Lyra called, placing her hands on her hips as she tilted her head up to glare at the large robot. Sunstreaker quieted down, turning his head to gaze at the human in irritation before continuing his previous mutterings. "Yo, Sunstreaker! I'm talking to you!"

A large rush of air blew her hair back as the 'Bot seemed to sigh. "What do want, human?" Sunstreaker growled, his optics moving skyward in what resembled an eye roll.

"I want," Lyra stressed, crossing her arms over her chest, "to know what the hell's wrong with you."

"Excuse me?" Sunstreaker scoffed. "The only 'wrong' with me is that I have a pint sized organic addressing me as if I'm beneath it."

"Well, hate to break it to ya, bud, but you are," she stated, her eyes narrowing. "Where the fuck do you get off making my little brother cry?"

The cyan glow of Sunstreaker's optics seemed to darken as he moved towards her. "That pipsqueak fleshling is your brother? Figures. Both of you don't seem to know your place."

"Oh, and where would that be?" Lyra challenged, gritting her teeth. "Perhaps transporting you to the local junk yard where piles of scrap like you can rust in peace?"

"You better watch yourself, femme," the Lambo warned, charging up his cannon. "The Boss Bot may be against frying you humans, but I'm not."

"Sounds about right," she muttered, rolling her eyes. "Someone says something you don't like and your first reaction is to hurt them." Lyra took a step forward, incredibly aware of the fact that all Sunstreaker had to do was wheel himself forward half a foot and she'd be squished, but too hyped up on adrenaline and frustration to care. "Just get one thing through that dented head of yours, got it? The Autobots are taking up residents on my planet. We humans are letting you stay here. I'm pretty sure that killing us won't exactly win you favor."

"Are you threatening me, human?"

"No," she said seriously, taking a couple of steps backwards. "I'm warning you. Apologize to my little brother and then stay the hell away from him. He doesn't need an asshole like you making him feel bad about himself."

"Or what?" Sunstreaker asked, crossing his arms across his metal chest.

Lyra was about to open her mouth and say something cryptic like "you don't wanna know" to cover up the fact that she didn't really have any concrete threat behind her words (besides probably waiting until he falls into "stasis", which, Ratchet explained, was the Cybertronian equivalent to sleep, and destroying his paint job), but was interrupted by the reason for her current frustrations.

"Ly, can I talk to you?" her father, Kris Montez, called, his gaze shifting between his daughter and future comrade.

"'Can' as in able, or 'may' as in will?" Lyra said keeping her gaze locked with the yellow 'Bot.

She heard her father sigh in exasperation. "May I talk to you?"

"Yes."

The two humans departed to a more recluse area where they could have another argument—ehem, "conversation"—away from any prying ears. Of course, Sunstreaker technically didn't have ears...

"Have you finally come to your senses and decided to let us stay with you?" she asked immediately, her shoulders sagging as she released all the tension she had felt while speaking with Sunstreaker.

"Honey," Kris said, running a hand through his shaggy hair which had already started to grow out during their time with the 'Bots, "you know I can't do that."

"And why not?" Lyra demanded, stomping her foot childishly as she crossed her arms and pouted. "You know that we're better off alone than with that woman."

"She's your mother, Ly."

"No she's not," she muttered stubbornly, turning her head away from her father to stare at the floor.

"You can deny it all you want, but it won't change the fact that it's the truth," Kris said. Muttering under his breath he said, "Jesus, you're so stubborn."

"Well, at least you know where I get it from," Lyra grumbled, casting a sidelong glance at her father. Running a hand through her brown locks in the same fashion that her dad had done not too long ago, she rolled her shoulders and faced him with large puppy eyes. "Look, all I'm saying is that Noah and I were fine without any supervision before. If we can't stay with you, can't we just stay on our own? Like last time?"

"Don't pull that look on me. You know it only works on your brother," Kris laughed. He sobered up quickly, though. "Leaving you two alone was a stupid mistake on my part. I honestly thought it'd be alright, but, you know what, it wasn't—it's not. If something had happened to you—"

"Nothing would've happened, dad," she cut in sternly. "I wouldn't have let anything happen."

"Ly, you're sixteen. I know that you think you're old enough to take care of yourself, and that you can't do anything wrong, but Noah's not a toy. He's another human being. That's a large responsibility that you're not ready to bar—"

"No, dad. I can bare it. I've been baring it since I was thirteen," Lyra ground out, feeling her head start to hurt and the area around her eyes start to pound. Her neck seemed to suddenly experience its own Ice Age, and she knew that that stupid necklace was back. "Nothing would have happened. Nothing will happen. I am perfectly capable of taking care of and protecting Noah."

"Ly, are you ok—?"

"I'm fine," she clipped, glaring at a confused looking Kris. "I'm fine, and so is Noah. Something you haven't really helped with lately."

"Hey, that's not fa—"

"Not fair? Yeah. I know," Lyra agreed sardonically. "I know exactly how unfair life can be..."

Suddenly, she wasn't talking about whether or not she'd be living with her mother anymore. No, her mind was busy puzzling over everything that happened in the last three weeks alone. It was all so...unfair. She didn't want to have to live in a world where a toaster could kill her brother. How 'unfair' would that be?

NOAH MONTEZ: SURVIVED MISSION CITY; KILLED BY TOASTER

"I'm just...whatever. We'll stay with mom. Just...yeah," she murmured, shutting her eyes as her headache began to recede. "I'm just gonna...go."

As Lyra walked off, Kris and Sunstreaker (whom, despite what the humans around him thought, had very excellent hearing) were left with many questions.

Kris was left wondering whether or not he imagined the electricity in his daughter's eyes as she basically told him that he had been practically worthless in the raising of his youngest son.

Sunstreaker, however, was questioning just who this femme was and why she suddenly seemed to give off a faint Cybertronian signature in the middle of her conversation with her father.

Whatever the reason, though, it was the Autobot's duty to let his comrades know.

Noah was sitting inside Bumblebee, asking him endless questions about Cybertron, when he spotted his sister talking with Mikaela. She was laughing and smiling like she usually did when she was with him and it made him smile.

Lyra didn't have friends. She never did. He used to tell himself that she had plenty of them, but it wasn't true. She would always listen to him when he spoke about his own friends and what they did, and she'd always have this look in her eyes. It was the look he'd get whenever they passed by a store that had Transformers merchandise in it.

A look that said, "I wish I had that."

He felt happy that she actually had friends now (thought he bet she didn't think of them as friends, silly sister), and it made him all the more glad that he was in Transformers.

This was the greatest thing to ever happen to him! Well, besides the whole "getting kidnapped" thing. That was scary. And horrible. He didn't talk about it and Lyra didn't bring it up. So, yeah. Yay for mutual understanding!

Not to mention that Sunstreaker had come up to him earlier that day and muttered "sorry" before wheeling away.

It was a good day.

Well, it was, until Noah spotted Epps walking over to his sister with said Autobot in tow. He spoke to her for a bit, and she responded courteously (he loved that about her; she was always so polite, even when she was annoyed—well, unless you were the reason she was annoyed; then you better run...), until he said something that she didn't like.

He could tell she didn't like it because she screeched out a loud, angry "WHAT!?" and then stormed away from the others and towards him.

Angrily, his sister pulled open 'Bee's passenger door, seeing as Noah was currently situated in the driver's seat, and sat down in a huff as she slammed the door shut after her. "Buckle up," she ordered, and he did as he was told. Once the two were securely strapped in, she tapped 'Bee's dash and ground out a strained "drive".

The Camaro did so without protest, perhaps worried about what would happen to him if he refused, and peeled out of the hangar—heck, he peeled out of the Dam and just drove around until Lyra said he could stop.

Meanwhile, Noah was holding on to the steering wheel, pretending to drive, as he waited for his sister to calm down enough for him to ask her what was on his mind.

"What happened?" he asked innocently, peering at her with the same large, puppy eyes that she always tried to pull on their dad. Honestly, the look should be illegal, it was so cute. How their father remained completely unaffected by it was beyond them. Maybe he was a heartless automaton?

"Sunstreaker happened," Lyra spat glaring holes through the tinted windows (how would the cops react if they saw an eight year old driving?).

"What d'ya mean?" he asked, trying not to sound too fan-crazed while she was angry. Not even his cuteness could save him from her if he went all fan boy while she was already moody to begin with.

"Sunstreaker," she said the name as if it was a struggle to get the words out, "is our...guardian."

Normally, Noah would've been jumping for joy by that, but the news was admitted with so much malice and unveiled hatred that it worried him. Also, there was the fact that, when he looked over uncertainly at his sister, there seemed to be a strange, blue pulse of electricity resonating in her eyes.

Though he started to wonder whether he had actually seen it or if all of those late nights spent reading comic books had finally caught up to him when she had blinked and the spark seemed to be gone.

Spark, Noah thought curiously. No, it's not possible. This isn't some cliché fanfiction. I'm just imagining it.

Bumblebee, however, was busy sending Ratchet an analysis of the sudden energy signature she was emitting. It seemed that Sunstreaker wasn't just suffering separation anxiety, and hadn't imagined a human girl with a signature.

Well, it looked like he owed someone an apology.

Damn it.

Author's Note

So the reason I don't like this is that it implies something that isn't true. Lyra isn't the Allspark (honestly, if anyone was the Allspark, I think it'd be Noah), she isn't turning into a Cybertronian (I try to be as scientifically accurate when writing about going to an alternate dimension; go figure :P), nor is she some super human.

For those of you who actually want to know what's going on now instead of waiting...

*SOMEWHAT SPOILER ALERT*

The Oath of Guardianship to Noah has tapped into her more...primal instincts, and anything perceived as a threat isn't exactly "sitting well" with her.

As to how that happened, well, there's a common factor in everything that's happened lately, *cough*jewelry*cough*, and it's a sort of "link" between herself and Noah on a Guardian-Charge level that she's able to use since, well, she doesn't exactly have any cannons to blast any threats away with.

*SOMEWHAT SPOILER ALERT END*

I also kinda feel like Lyra's acting a bit Mary-Sue-ish, but I'm trying to write her actions and words with what she should be feeling in mind. Like, no matter how long she's there, I don't actually think she'd ever accept that she's in a movie. Or that a toaster could kill her brother... So she's sort of in a state of disbelief and denial, but since Noah's there and seems to be accepting it, she's just acknowledging that it might be real.

So, yeah. Looooong Author's Note... I'd like to hear your opinion on whether or not Ly's Mary-Sue, and, if she is, why she is. I want to fix it before it gets too impossible. :)