Disclaimer: ‘Transformers’ belongs to Hasbro, Paramount and various other companies – characters from the film or any related merchandise do not belong to me and I am making no money out of this fiction from the characters or plot. Any original characters and ideas do belong to me and require permission to use elsewhere.

Rating: T – This story has a little bit of everything so be forewarned.

Author’s Note: You will find background information in my bio on this story. As always constructive criticism is welcome. R&R. Thanks.

“Dead Can Dance”

In the beginning of the end, the great planet created the last of all that he had…his last spark.

Optimus Prime followed the orders given to him by the voice within his mind. Down through a hidden doorway, into the deepest reaches of Cybertron he went, leaving Ironhide and Jazz in charge at an entrance, to stop any who dare follow.

He went through a series of elevators and large dark halls, ascending further and further, following the directions the voice gave him as navigated the massive labyrinth. “Hurry Prime, down this hall, turn let. We have very little time!” the deep voice spoke urgently.

Finally, at the end of one hall he reached a large square silver, gleaming smooth, door. In the center was a large key hole. Prime pulled out the cyber key he had been given long ago and slipped it into the lock before letting go and standing back.

The lock spun and clicked before the great door shuttered, as it slid open slowly, revealing a small well lit room. He stepped inside looking around; blinking multi colored lights of several control panels lined the parameter. A large table was in the center with various items on it. It looked as if someone had been interrupted while doing their work, leaving items out in disarray.

The voice spoke again, “Over on the far wall there is a capsule. Please go over there and open it.”

Prime walked over to where he had been instructed to go and opened the small capsule. Inside sat a brilliant white glowing orb. He reached in and picked it up, holding it between his thumb and forefinger.

Carefully, Optimus Prime placed the fragile glowing orb into a protective box, which he had gathered from the table nearby. A glowing web of electricity reached out from the orb attaching to the sides of the box securely suspending it in the center.

The voice commanding Prime was losing his mental control and urged his loyal warrior to hurry. Optimus Prime worked quickly as explosions rattled and shook the room while alarms echoed through the halls.

He set the box, containing the orb, gently in a small space pod and typed the coordinates into it’s on-board keypad before placing it into the launch tube. He pressed a large green button on the main computer he stood next too, which launched the precious cargo off towards an awaiting warp bridge.

Prime stood for a moment watching it, as it shot off, disappearing into the distance. He then reached down to open his chest plates revealing a small round silver portal. The planet commanded the computer before Prime and out reached a straight thin metal spear that locked into the hole within Primes chest cavity. It twisted slightly with a series of clicks before sending waves of electromagnetic pulses into his body. He shook for a moment as his memory of this moment was suppressed and encrypted, not only for his protection but for that of the others.

High above the planet, Megatron observed the great Planet. The carnage of metal and debris was vast and he laughed with pleasure at its sight. Victory and power would soon be his.

As Megatron sat, suspended in space watching all the destruction below, a twinkling in the distance caught his eye. He felt a strong presence of another spark but was unable to determine whether it was an Autobot or one of his own.

The object was approaching quickly, traveling at a high rate of speed. At the moment it passed, time briefly stood still, as power washed through him, more power than he had ever felt before. As suddenly as it had come it had past.

The objected left him stunned for a moment as he began to comprehend the importance of what he had just felt, he quickly realized what it was and who it had come from.

He shot off after it, towards the warp bridge. Driven by the desire for absolute power he blindly dove into the unknown.

In the cold of the Arctic Circle, in 1897, Archibald Witwicky slipped into a crevice, breaking through and falling deep into an underground ice cavern.

He stood up after a moment and brushed himself off. Looking around trying to get oriented to where he was, he noticed something incased within the frozen wall of the cave. A giant metal object of unknown origins peered back at him. He backed away startled and bumped into a small metal post sticking up from the snow covered floor.

He yelled up to his shipmates for help and to share with them his discovery.

As Archibald waited for help, something caught his eye; a small box imbedded in one of the ice spears that rose from the cavern floor. He reached out and wrestled it free from its icy perch.

It was small, fitting neatly into the palm of his hand. Strange hieroglyphics were carved into its metal surface. He carefully lifted it’s lid revealing inside a silvery white orb suspended by sparkling white thread.

A roped suddenly landed with a thud next to him and the voices of his men alerted him to his impending rescue. Quickly closing it’s lid, he placed the box in the inside pocket of his thick warm coat before going over to grab the rope.

James Walker pulled into the driveway of their home. As he droved up and toward the back of the house he glanced over at his neighbor’s home, the Witwicky’s.

There was Judy waving to him from her kitchen window. He gave her a wave back.

He looked over at Harley, just waking in the passenger seat. She brushed her straight shoulder length brown hair away from her face and sat up straight. “Ah, it feels good to be home.” She sighed, exhausted from the long drive.

“Oh my god … Home Sweet Home!” Devon spoke, yawning and stretching in the back seat. Devon was Harley’s fiery twin sister with a do now think later type of attitude. Harley was just the opposite, she was quiet, composed and always trying to think ahead of anything she was about to do or experience. She didn’t like surprises.

They had been staying at a cabin on the coast of California, just north of San Francisco, for the past three weeks. James decided to take a last minute trip that neither girl had expected. They were reluctant to leave their home for many reasons. One being they hadn’t actually left their home since the disappearance of their father, Charles Witwicky. They feared they’d received news from him and not be there to receive it.

Charles disappeared a year and half ago and had not been heard from since. James knew Charles through his father, John Walker. John and Charles were very good friends and worked together longer than James had been alive. Charles practically raised James when his father mysteriously disappeared when he was very young.

This last year and half had been very hard on all of them. He and the girls would not have made it through this difficult time without Judy’s help. Judy was like a mother to the girls since their own mother had passed away during childbirth. She was a very important part in protecting and raising the girls.

James turned off the car, looking over to see Judy coming out her door towards them. She stopped just short of their fence with an arm load of mail.

“Hi Judy!” the girls yelled as they stepped out the car.

“Hi girls, I hope you had a nice trip.” She yelled back. James could tell by Judy stopping short of coming over to their car, that she had something important to talk to him about, something she didn’t want the girls to over hear.

“Girls, why don’t you start unloading the car and I’ll be there shortly to help you, I need to go talk with Judy for a moment.” He said as he started walking over towards Judy.

Harley eyed him suspiciously. ‘James is hiding something. I can feel it.’ She thought to herself. This whole trip was odd in her opinion.

James came home three weeks ago from work, and while trying to look calm; he told them they were going on a trip. There was no asking or talking about it. It was just “get your things we are living town.”

He was so frantic about it that it was obvious something was not right. She couldn’t help but wondered if all the strange things going on in the news had anything to do with his un-settled behavior. ‘Did he find out new information in regards to their Dad’s disappearance? Was there a connection with his disappearance and the terrorist attack on Mission City?’ her mind was becoming more and more obsessed with these thoughts. He wouldn’t let them watch any television or news, so getting information about what was happening around town, difficult.

Harley and Devon knew their Dad worked for the government, but that’s all they were told. Because of the limited information they were given, they weaved all sorts of crazy conspiracy theories in their heads about what their Dad did in his line of work.

While the girls unloaded the car, James walked through the gate separating their driveway from the Witwicky’s.

Judy met James at the gate, as they both turned and walked halfway towards her back porch, before stopping to talk.

“How are things going? He asked. They both spoke in hushed voices.

“It’s going ok for the most part,” Judy paused for a moment, before continuing looking up at James with a worried look, “James, I’m afraid … the time has come to tell the girls.”

James looked into Judy’s eyes with sadness and fear. He was told by Charles, and his Grandfather, this day would come, but never really actually believed it. Now that it was here, the reality of the situation frightened him.

‘No. She’s wrong’, he thought denying it, but deep down he knew she was right.

“We are going to have to tell the girls everything.” Judy reached out and grabbed onto James shoulders forcing him to focus on her. “They have to hear it from us before they find it out on their own. Either way this will be traumatizing to them, but it will be more so if they find out the truth on their own. We have to explain to them why we did what we did so they don’t loose their trust in us.”

James looked down at his feet trying to regain control of his emotions. Judy held on to him. “James they have arrived.” Judy said softly.

“What do you mean,” he mumbled not really wanting to know.

“Look…Sam has to know. You see he is now a part of all this. And it turns out that one of them is now his guardian.” She spoke slowly, giving James time to absorb what she was telling him.

“What?” he said looking up at her, “You mean here at your house?”

“Yes, James,” she could see James hadn’t expected her to say that, but she continued, “His name is Bumblebee. It’s has taken the form of Sam’s car so don’t be startled.”

‘A car… Sam’s car? It’s like a bad science fiction movie or something’, he thought to himself.

“No.” James said again, in one last attempt to fend of reality. He was silent for a moment, as Judy stood in front of him patiently waiting.

He eventually found the ability to speak again, “I want to tell the girls first before we tell Sam. I want them to hear it from us alone.”

Judy agreed, “I’ll let you settle in and unpack. Why don’t I come over tomorrow afternoon?”

“Yes,” was all he could say, as he turned from Judy and headed towards his car to help the girls. He composed himself quickly before seeing them, once again putting on a brave face.

The twins had come out for the last of the bags just as Sam pulled up into his driveway heading towards the back of his house.

Devon let out an excited yelp, “Wow …sweet car, Sam! Looks like you’ve been upgraded to coolness!”

She conveniently became distracted from unpacking the rest of their things and ran over to where Sam was just getting out of a bright yellow sports car.

“Hey Devon, How’s it going?” he said nervously, as he watched her walked around his car, admiring it from all angles.

Sam just hoped she wouldn’t touch anything or worse, ask to go for a ride.

Harley, who had made her way over to see what all the commotion was about, rolled her eyes at Devon’s behavior. “Watch out Sam, you’re going to become Devon’s best friend. She’ll be driving you all over town to meet all the hot boys in your new car. Either that or she will be hitting you up to borrow your car outright … without you.” she said sarcastically.

“Oh Harley ... please”, but then turned to Sam, “but you never know … right Sam?” Sam shifted uneasily.

‘No way was she borrowing Bee’, he thought. He wasn’t brave enough to actually say that to Devon. She could run a little hot sometimes.

Devon responded to Harley, after seeing Sam’s reluctance in agreeing with her, “You are so uptight, girl. This is one sexy car. Of course, I don’t think you’d know sexy even if it came up and bit you in the backside.” She wasn’t about to let Harley get one up on her. She should know better than that.

James could hear the girls bickering, and came over at that sound of that last comment. He knew all too well that a full on argument was brewing. Not that they fought often, but when they did it wasn’t pretty.

Sam moved over to stand next to James, as they met a fair distance out in front of Bumblebee, escaping the girls’ increasingly growing irritation of one another.

They their escape was short lived. Devon came over to stand with them admiring the sporty looking Camaro from a distance.

“I’ve never seen a car like that, Sam. Where did you find it?” She asked curiously.

“Probably a car dealership”, Harley snapped, fully annoyed. Devon shot an irritated glare back at her sister.

“Oh Harley your in denial”, Devon said smoothly, fueling the fire, she knew was growing inside Harley, at this very moment, “Come on admit it. This car is getting you all hot and bothered. The wild woman in you wants to come out. Oh, but wait, you don’t know what any of that means, do you?”

Harley was pissed now. How dare her sister say things like that in front of James and Sam.

She was embarrassed by Devon’s comment but didn’t want to show it. ‘She doesn’t have to announce my inexperience to the world! She promised. What a bitch!’ she thought angrily to herself.

“Is that so?” Harley spoke with growing rage. “Maybe Devon, it is you who really wants … no … desperately needs this car right now.” Harley turned to face all three as she spoke.

“Maybe you are having withdrawals from a particularly long dry spell, if you know what I mean”, she said raising her eyebrow slightly at Devon, as she slowly and seductively waltzed backwards till the backs of her bare legs met the warm metal bumper of Sam’s car.

James raised his hand in an attempt to get Harley’s attention, but was cut off.

“Imagine,” she said, in as sexy voice as she could muster, “the pleasure you could get from this car. It’s large engine rocking and rolling could mean easy satisfaction, without having to milk the lunch money from some poor boy, stupid enough to fall into your web.”

Harley placed the back of her left heal on the bumper before using it to lift herself up and onto the hood of Bumblebee. She landed firmly on the metal service, as her short flowery skirt floated up and out behind her, like a billowing blanket being laid out over a bed. She reached down between her legs to grab the edge of the car hood for support.

Bee, caught off guard by this action, suddenly took notice. He wasn’t sure whether to allow her to continue or not. Clearly, she would be embarrassed, if she knew who she had just rested her backside on. But before he could figure out a way to stop her it got worse.

Sam’s mouth was wide open in awe as Bee received his own personal lap dance.

“Ooooh Devon”, Harley moaned while slowly and seductively moving her hips back and forth. “Imagine the unlimited amounts of pleasure you could have. Imagine the se…..”, she was suddenly cut off.

Bumblebee decided to take matters into his own hands and spare this girl, Harley, from any further embarrassment. He fired up his engine, giving a fierce rev before adding another for good measure. The vibrations rattled through his body and that of Harley’s.

Jolted from where she sat, the startled Harley flew off the hood of Bumblebee, hitting the ground hard. The force of her landing sent her flying forward onto her hands and knees.

Bumblebees watched her fall, not realizing she’d startled that easily or jump that far. He watched to see if she had been injured. Having to transform around strangers, to apologize, might make this a more difficult situation.

James and Sam snapped out of their drooling glazed over trance, and ran to help her. Devon followed close behind laughing at Harley’s stunt.

Sam thought fast, as Harley looked up staring daggers at him. “Uh, I … this darn remote start thing”, Sam spoke as he pretended to push such a button on his keychain. “I’m still getting use to it. I’m really sorry Harley, Are you ok?” he stuttered, shooting an angry glance behind her, at his Bumblebee.

Harley stood up with a slight limp and brushed herself off. She was thoroughly embarrassed, realizing how stupid her behavior had just been. She was still pissed at Sam for doing that to her and let her look express that to him, as she turned and stormed off towards her house.

“Sorry James”, Sam said apologetically.

“That’s ok Sam. She’ll get over it.” James gave Sam a pat on the back, before turning to follow Harley.

“Nice one Sam.” Devon gave Sam a wink, as she too turned to follow James and Harley.

Sam let out a sigh of relief, as James and the girls disappeared into their house. “That was some crazy shit, Bee. Are you ok?”

“I’m perfectly fine Sam. I just hope that Harley will be ok”, he said with concern.

“Harley will be fine. Her sister has always been hard on her, but it’s only because she cares so much. I’ve seen Devon knock a boy out to protect her sister.” He shivered at the memory.

“Sam, we should be leaving soon Mikalea will be waiting. Hurry, and do whatever it is you need to do,” Bee urged.

“Easy boy, I’ll hurry.” Sam took off inside to grab a few things for their evening out.

That evening around the dinner table, James sat lost in thoughts, while Devon and Harley observed him with concern and worry. They had called a truce, but emotions still remained tense, as they looked over at James.

After dinner Harley tried to keep busy and offered to do the dishes and clean up for James.

“Go relax. I’ll take care of the dishes,” she said, herding him into the living room.

Although, Devon put on a brave front she still suffered, like the others, on the inside. She didn’t like to admit it, but she needed her sister more than ever. Her fear of loosing another person close to her prevented her from venturing out like she had done in the past. Harley had been right; she was going through a dry spell. She no longer went out late at night with friends.

Harley cleaned and dried the last of the dishes before reaching under the sink to grab the trash bag. After gathering up the garbage, she headed out the back door letting it slam shut behind her. Devon, who had gone upstairs to listen to music and texted some friends, jumped as the door shut with a loud bang. ‘Why does she always do that’, she thought annoyed.

Out the back door across the yard was a large two story, three car RV garage that backed up to the narrow alley way behind their house.

She made her way down the back steps of the porch, and along a dimly lit stone walkway, towards the large garbage can next to the far right garage door.

It was quiet except for the occasional dog parking in the distance or a car driving by on the street in front of their home.

Harley always loved the night air in the summer. It was warm and breezy with a half moon. She looked up noticing the stars where hidden by a few high clouds that glowed slightly from behind, as they crossed paths with the moon.

The moon provided little light for her to see as she lifted the lid on the large plastic garbage can.

Just as she flung the trash bag into the can, everything went black.

Additional Note: Next Chapter coming shortly.