There are not enough sorry's in the world to convey how sorry I am that this update is coming so late. I have been scrounging around in my mind inspiration on this story and I know I said that I had found it again but my ideas keep changing and so the story is affected. Anyways, college, health, life got the better of me and I cannot promise the next update will come any quicker but please stay with me.

Sorry for the long message, anyway here's the update and I hope you enjoy it!

_Will_

The woman, that seemed to have knowledge of him, led him to what appeared to be her home and he was amazed at what he saw. There was a portable satellite positioned on a makeshift back porch, a computer that looked to be military was hooked up to said satellite and there were maps and diagrams of places and geological sites pinned to every wall.

Besides the computer and satellite the home didn't seem to have any other advanced technology, besides a radio that was playing a strange static rendered Hindi song that fizzled out every now and then. There was also a worn couch with a threaded, moth infested blanket thrown over the weather beaten couch to probably make it more comfortable.

Putting her satchel down on an old wooden table she headed towards another room where he could make out muffled voices.

"You can sit down anywhere you'd like, I'll be right back" she said over her shoulder as she made to disappear into the back room but Will stopped her.

"What's your name?" he asked out of the blue, realizing that he didn't even know the name of the woman who was currently helping him.

She smiled, tucking a stray hair back behind her ear, "Halia"

Without another word she disappeared into the back of the small house, leaving Will alone.

Though Halia seemed nice and more than willing to help him find answers Will was still a little untrustworthy of the woman he had just met. He couldn't afford to let his guard down just because the young woman seemed nice, a lot of people died because they were too trusting and he wasn't going to be one of those people, he still had people who needed him. He opted to remain standing and filled his time by walking over to the diagrams, maps and geological sites pinned to the walls.

The first thing he looked at was what he saw to be maps of several areas in Egypt, Peru, Mexico and a few other places in the world he couldn't place at the moment. Walking away from the maps he inspected a few of the antiquities that were spread throughout the room.

It was while he was inspecting a handmade bowl on a small table that he heard a voice that he hadn't heard in years.

"Banafrit"

Turning around he saw the old woman, she was smiling at him and her eyes were filled with the same loving kindness that he remembered from all those years ago. Walking away from her granddaughter she approached Will and enveloped him in a hug

He was just as shocked as last time but he recovered more quickly and hugged her back, a strange, but welcoming, feeling of belonging and love surrounded him. When she pulled away Will felt a moment of panic, not wanting the feelings he was feeling to end but he forced his arms to release her and stay firmly at his sides.

Will took a moment to fully look at the elderly woman in front of him. Her skin was still just as cratered and dark as he remembered, her stringy hair was pulled back into a messy braid and her clothes hung off her poorly nutrioned body. And yet she didn't look any older than the day he had first met her.

"This is my grandmother Aasfa, she has been most anxious to see you again" Halia said from the doorway, a content smile on her face, the mirror image to the one on her grandmother.

Aasfa suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled up his left sleeve, not stopping until she reached the crook of the elbow and the marking on his forearm was revealed. She ran her fingers over it and a disturbing electrical hum ran up his body. Smiling she looked up and spoke,

"واحد جزء من المسار التي يجب اتخاذها لإيجاد القوة التي ضاعت"

Having no clue what she was saying he looked over at Halia, the look on his face clearly a cry for help. He really needed to work on his Arabic.

Taking pity on him she translated, "she said: One part of the path you must take to find the power that was lost"

Even with translation he still wasn't entirely sure what Aasfa was trying to tell him. His attention was reverted back to the grandmother when she pulled him by the arm and into the backroom. Halia trailed behind them.

The back of the house was almost completely barren and smelled of a mixture between mold and musk making his eyes water a little by the intensity. Still having a hold of his arm she didn't release him until they stopped in front of an old mosaic of sorts that was imbedded into a wall.

Aasfa took a step back as he walked up closer to the mosaic to get a better look at what it was depicting. The majority of the picture was a pyramid, that was in danger of crumbling into nothing and on the sides of the pyramid were some of the same markings, though fading and almost gone with age, that adorned his skin. On the very top of the pyramid were two people that looked to be standing on both ends of a glowing light. There was clearly more to the mosaic but due to time and conditions he wasn't able to make anymore out.

"يجب أن كنت على عجل وحفظ الجزء الذي قد ضاع قبل تنزل الآلهة الظلام وأصبح لا يمكن وقفها"

Without having to be asked Halia translated, "You must hurry and save the part that has been lost before the dark gods descend and become unstoppable"

"No pressure then" he muttered.

Looking away from the mosaic he looked down at Aasfa, her face was filled with hope and wonder when she met his gaze. He was reminded of the hero worship of a small child, their intangible belief that the person, or thing, that they looked up to go do no wrong and would always make everything better; he just hoped that he didn't let her down.

He heard footsteps come up behind him and watched as Halia took Aasfa by the hand and coaxed her into coming with her. He wasn't sure what she was saying, due to her speaking Arabic, but her grandmother followed her to an old dusty chair where Halia then picked up a still steaming cup of what may have been tea. All the while Aasfa continued to watch him, a knowing smile lighting up her entire being.

Once her grandmother was settled Halia led him to the front of the small house and invited him to take a seat. Thanking her he sat down and watched as she fussed around a makeshift kitchen before returning with two glasses of a hot beverage.

"Thank you" he said as he accepted the drink and took a sip, he was pleasantly surprised to find that it was raspberry tea.

Seeing the look of quick surprise cross she smiled, "I brought two full boxes of ice tea and hot tea bags when I came back here to work on my project. I love this place, it's my home but I don't think I could get by without my favorite teas" she explained.

He nodded in understanding and set the cup down, the mood visibly changing with the sense of the topic change that was coming.

"How does your grandmother know so much about all this?" he swiped hand up his body, illustrating the markings on his body.

Setting her own cup down she leaned forward, her hands now resting in her lap.

"The way she explained it to me, was that when she was a little girl and she was playing in the ruins that are about 5 minutes from here, the sky turned to night and the whole world seemed to stop in place. That was when she heard this loud sound, like the roar of a lion and she looked up and the sky was opening up into another galaxy and this large being was descending down; but she wasn't afraid, in fact she felt...safe, as safe she felt in her mother's arms..." her voice trailed off at the end, a misty faraway look in her eyes.

Will was silent, not wanting to intrude on a private moment. It was when tears started to fall from her eyes that he made to bring her out of her memories but she brought herself out of them.

"*sad laugh* Sorry about that, went somewhere else for a few um, anyway where was I?...oh yes, um my grandmother" she used the collar of her shirt to wipe away her tears but she wasn't having much luck.

Looking around he didn't see anything that he could give to her until he remembered the scarf that was still around his neck. Taking the scarf off he handed it to her and she gave a quiet thanks, wiping her eyes she continued to speak.

"So this great being landed right down in front of her and instead of running away she looked up at this huge being and when it looked down at her, its eyes were glowing like the stars and she smiled and to this day she swears that it smiled back. It reached down and set its open palm on the desert floor, still with no fear she walked onto the palm and ever so gently, like plucking a delicate flower from the ground, she was lifted up into the sky until she was looking this great being right in the face and suddenly her head was filled with images, thousands upon thousands of images until finally they stopped and this being gave her one message: wait for the man with the soul of light and he shall save your planet" she finished her story and picked her cup of tea back up, taking a long sip of it she sighed and leaned back into her seat.

After hearing the tale Will was silent, absorbing what she had just told him. There was no doubt in his mind that the message that the "great being" had given Aasfa was about him, and thinking back on what Aasfa had said earlier he was sure that the "missing part" that had been lost was Sam and now one of the major problems he was already facing was how he was going to do that?

Sam had somehow been manipulated by the decepticons and was now hell bent on obtaining the power of the matrix. The worst part was that if he couldn't find any alternative he would have no other choice but to kill Sam.

_Sam_

Without waiting to be invited him he pushed Henry Lennox aside, the man grunted in pain as his side connected with the wall and he slid down to the floor, clutching his aching side.

"Henry!" Helen shouted as she made to run to his aid but was abruptly stopped when Sam caught her and restrained her, wrapping his arm around her throat and affectively keeping her in place.

"This is quite the place you've got! So homey and quaint, but personally I think it could use a bit more color, don't you think?" tightening his grip on Helen he walked over to Henry and with one savage kick he ruthlessly hit the injured man in the stomach, a cry of agonizing pain slipping out and his body instinctually curled in on himself to protect his stomach.

The woman in his arms began to cry, begging him to leave her husband alone and to take whatever he wanted and leave them alone. Sam shook his head and laughed, the sound so disturbing it could peel paint off the walls.

"Oh Helen, you know exactly who I am and that I'm not here to steal shit from you, all I want to know is where your precious son is, give me that and I'll let you live out what little time you both have left on this godforsaken planet" he hissed, jerking her body at the end.

She whimpered, tears running down her face as she continued to beg him not to hurt them. Quickly growing annoyed with the whimpering and sobbing he tossed the woman aside, her head connecting with the floor and silencing her cries.

"Obviously she's not going to be of any help, so I guess that just leaves you" walking over to the man that was now trying to lift himself up from the ground, his eyes never leaving that of the prone figure of his wife. Henry could just make out the thin line of blood that was trailing out from her head.

Walking over the man who was still trying to get up, likely to try and attack him if the look of absolute fury was anything to go by, but Sam was quick to put any thoughts of pathetic attempts at retaliation aside and placed his hand on Henry's shoulder, pushing him back down.

He was prepared when Henry attempted to punch him and easily grabbed the hand and bent it so far back that the bone actually snapped and a bearish cry of agony escaped his throat, Sam shook his head in mock disapproval.

"Henry, Henry, Henry the longer you resist the more pain I'm going to have to cause you until I get the information I want, and that pain doesn't just have to be inflicted on your body. Now tell me where Will is and I'll leave here right now" growing impatient with the lapse of silent he used his increased strength and dug his fingers into Henry's shoulder until he heard and felt the satisfying crunch of bones grinding together.

Releasing him Sam got up from the floor and began to walk around the room, occasionally stopping to study a photo or knick knack and sometimes dropping them on the floor where they would either smash or fall apart.

"Believe it or not, I'm actually getting bored of violence, and since it's obvious that your loyalty to Will is so strong that you're willing to endure physical pain, along with the suffering of your wife or you don't know and I'm betting the later so I guess I'm going to have to move on to plan B"

Looking around his eyes fell on the laptop that was opened up on the desk. Smiling he picked up the computer and walked back over to the man on the floor who was now too weak to continue his attempt in getting off the floor.

Turning the laptop's camera on he maneuvered the angle until the camera caught both Sam and Henry.

"We're going to send Will a little message"

I hope you liked the update and you still want to know what happens next. Please review, I know it's a long shot hope due to the time this took me but please, they really encourage me not to just throw in the towel on this story.