Why hello there! Welcome to 'Children of the AllSpark' This story, along with the one we posted on the 7th, has been bugging us NONE STOP for the past two weeks. So, sorry that we haven't updated our other stories. We will get to them within the next two weeks, as Winter Break is coming up. So, without further ado, here you go!

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Title: Children of the AllSpark

Author: The Homunculi Twins

Beta: NONE at the MOMENT

Genre: ADVENTURE/FAMILY/FRIENDSHIP/MYSTERY/MINOR ANGST/MINOR ROMANCE

Story/Anime: Transformers – Movie Arc – First Movie

Rating: T for now. May increase rating later

Summary: They had been curious about the strange Cube. Curious with the way it had reacted towards anything electrical. So they decided to play God, and experiment with the Cube's powers. They created life, and destroyed it just as quick. For decades they did this, trying to harness the Cube's powers, until one day, a scientist grew curious. What would the Cube do to a human? It was this very thing that led to the beginning of the end.

Warning: character death, alive!Jazz, mech/mech, mech/femme, mech/human, language, character bashing (Mikaela Banes and Sector Seven), Sparkling Sam, Prime Sam, Half-Human Half-Cybertronian Sam, Femme Sam, Tom-boy Sam, slightly ooc!Sam, Daddy Optimus, Momma Elita, Brother Bumblebee, Sparkling Miles, Multiple OC's

Pairings: Optimus/Elita-One, Ironhide/William, Barricade/Bumblebee, Jazz/Prowl, Sam/?, Miles/?, OC/OC

Disclaimer: The Homunculi Twins don't own the Transformers movie arc. They belong to the wonderful producers and the original Creator of the Transformers series. We do not make a profit from this story. We do, however, own this plot and any and all OC's that pop up.

Note:

"Talking"

'Thought'

"Cybertronian"

"Over the Phone/Reading"

Letter

::Com-link::

Book/Magazine Titles

Flashbacks- start and end

Astrosecond ~.273 seconds

Breem ~8.3 minutes

Cycle ~1.5 minutes

Deca-cycle ~10 minutes

Groon ~1 hour

Joor ~ Hour

Klik ~1.2 minutes

Megacycle ~2.6 hours

Nanoclick/Nano-klik ~1 second

Orbital Cycle ~1 month

Orn ~13 days

Solar cycle ~1 day

Stellar cycle~1 year

Vorn ~83 years

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Prologue: Escape

When I had first entered into the conscious world, I was wary and afraid. I didn't know anything – not who I was, where I was, what I was. All I knew was that I was there.

I remember opening my eyes, blinking rapidly at the sudden harsh light that bore down upon me. A strange murmuring from behind me escalated in pitch and volume, followed by the sounds of shuffling. I tried to turn my head, but only to find that it had been bound in place. Fear had washed over me when I realized that my movements were restricted and I quickly began to try and escape my binds, my processors and instincts telling me that I had to leave now. Something dangerous was coming closer to me. I froze when I heard a loud, harsh noise besides my audio processors, my eyes wide in fear when a large, shadowy shape stood above me, blocking the harsh light that burned into my optics.

I could see the shadow's face, though only just, and quickly committed the drawn, narrow face to memory. I watched as his lips moved, once again that weird noise reaching my audio. It was then that I realized that the shadow was talking, I just couldn't understand what he – I was pretty sure it was a he – had been saying.

When I hadn't replied, the shadow seemed to grow agitated and angry, judging from the scrunching up of his face. I saw him reach a hand up and moved as if to strike me, only to be stopped by another hand. I couldn't turn to look at my rescuer, though I was instantly grateful towards it. I never relaxed at all as their vocal processors began to reach new heights in intensity and pitch.

They were arguing, probably over me. Why, I didn't know. I didn't know anything but fear of my surroundings and the strange beings inside of the room I had onlined at. I felt a whimper in the back of my throat, though I ruthlessly crushed it. I didn't know if I would be allowed to make any noise, so it was better if I kept quiet.

The loud voices began to get quieter, and before the only noise I heard was the shuffling and the whirring of...something in the background. I trained my eyes back onto the bright lights, trying to calm myself down before the Shadowy Ones, as I called them, came back. Before I knew it, I had slipped into a peaceful recharge.

When I had next awoken, I was in pain. Agonizing, excruciating pain. I didn't stop the screams that erupted from my voice processor, knowing that I wouldn't be able to stop it if I tried. The pain stopped for just a moment, as if hesitating, before resuming. My eyes had snapped open and I screamed again at the sight before me.

A group of Shadowy Ones wearing a green outfit and a mask were elbows deep inside my chest. There was red and blue liquid pouring out of my open chasis, my pale white flesh hanging limply off of my frame as they maneuvered their servos within me. The pain was so bad. It hurt. It hurt so much. I could feel as they poked and prodded my organs, feel as they cut me open, leaving me a sobbing mess. I cried and cried out, pleading for somebody, anybody, to make the pain go away.

It was one of the Shadowy Ones, only she was wearing a white coat, that came to my rescue. She held in her small dainty servos a needle and syringe, which she calmly stabbed into my arms. Almost instantly, the pain was gone. With a start, I realized that the White Coat had drugged me. I felt my eyelids grow heavy as the pain began to fade into a memory, and all I could think of was that the White Coat had drugged me.

And then I knew no more.

It had taken me half an orn to awaken from my drugged induced slumber. When I did, I was instantly on edge. My whole body had felt as if it was aflame, pain racketing down my spine, lighting my nerves in agonizing white hot pain. I knew my jaw had clamped down tightly, my eyes scrunched up in pain. But it was something else entirely that had made me open my eyes in shock. A gentle servo carding itself through my hair, soft cooing noises bouncing along my audios in what had sounded like a soothing noise to sooth the pained whimpers that had been escaped my damaged throat. I remember blinking once, than twice, trying to process what was going on.

It wasn't a Shadow One, I knew that much. None of the Shadow Ones had ever been so kind to me like this newcomer was. They weren't a White Coat either – this stranger had on what looked like a gray sack with a hole for its had and arms. I couldn't see the newcomers face, as it was shadowed from the poor lighting and the long, silvery hair.

"You are awake now, little one?" a soft, feminine voice had questioned, startling me. It was after the strange voice had spoken that I had saw the bright, glowing blue eyes of my Savior.

She was like me, but much older. She was not only my savior, but the others as well. Besides her, there were eleven others – six mechs and five femmes. All of them were older than me. They helped me get back into working order, while explaining what I was – a hybrid; half-human, and half-machine.

My Savior – as she had no name or designation – explained to me about the Humans who experimented on us. She had told me about how I was a new being trapped on the Humans planet, Earth, in a once deceased body of a young boy. When I had heard that my body was not my own, instead of a dead human boy's, I was horrified. It took them over two Joors to calm me down.

They all explained that they were the same – beings created from the Cube, a mysterious artifact found by the Humans, and the empty shells of the child humans. They told me about why we had been created, and what was expected of us.

How, to the Humans, we weren't really alive and sentient beings. How we were just monsters created for the Humans amusement.

Our Savior told me about how there used to be more of us, but they had all offlined over the years – the experiments taking their tolls on their bodies, and how she was the last of the Originals.

I was angry, and still am, at the Humans in the Dam, though I have learned in my short life that not all the Humans were aware of us. Only those in the Dam knew of us.

I remember that, shortly after the conversation with the Savior, we were all taken away by the White Coats, and then...pain.

For fourteen years I was experimented on along with my Brothers and Sisters – twelve others were created during those years, but they were offlined soon after onlining. No one knew why, not even us, though we all vowed to remember the Fallen Ones. We stayed with each other, silently supporting one another as we came back from each and every test, though we never gave up on our dream; our dream to leave.

She had been planning it for many years now – studying all of the escape routes of the Dam, knowing the quickest, longest, easiest and hardest ways out. At night, when everyone was back in the small bunker we called our room, and we were all in recharge she would enter our dreams and instruct us on what to do during certain situations, with the assistance of Mother.

The Cube, or Mother as we settled on calling her, was our Creator-Caretaker; Mother taught us how to harness our abilities, showed us what we were and gave us a reason to survive.

She was our hope, our savior, while Mother was our Reason.

And when it happened, we were all glad that we had never given up that hope.

It had been the ending of an unusually hard day of experiments when the alarms went off around the base. A group of White Coats had been 'escorting' me to my siblings when they went off, startling all of us. Shouting, loud and panicky, was heard not to far away from us, and, in a panic, the White Coats began to run towards where the Corrupted One, a large robot that was encased in ice, was, leaving me to myself. I only hesitated for a second, before all those lessons that she had drilled into my head forced itself forward and I ran. I ran as fast as my small little legs could carry me. Even though fourteen years had passed, I still looked the same as the day I had awoken.

I do not know how long I ran, dodging past the White Coats and the Gray Coats before I was standing outside our room, nor do I care. All I know is that I had quickly and easily ripped open the door, shocking my siblings, who were all huddled around each other in apprehension and fright as they stared at me. I remember staring at them, before blinking and shouting at them to 'hurry up, we have a chance!' beckoning them forwards.

They did not need to be told twice. As one, they stood and raced towards me, a femme with pure white hair like my own, but with dark red optics grasped my bandaged hand in her own and began to yank me down the hall. I was the youngest and the smallest of them all – even my Sparkbrother – a mech with duel colored hair (brown and white) and deep cyan blue optics who had Awoken four days before I did – was taller than me. It was, simply put, not fair.

I had been pulled out of my thoughts when a tremble shock the underground building we were in, causing many of us to fall down, myself included. I remember grimacing as I felt my stomach, which had been opened by the White Coats earlier today, tear at the stitches. My elder sister picked herself up, bending down to lift me into her arms as she sprinted forward.

I remember looking around, noticing that all the elder sisters and brothers had picked up the smaller siblings as well. Even her, our savior who had a broken leg thanks to one of the idiotic Gray Coats 'accidentally' hitting her with one of their carts, was carrying my Sparkbrother on her back. I was amazed at the strength that she held inside of her, knowing that she was most likely in pain.

I must have blacked out at some point, because the next thing I knew, we were running outside, and I caught a glimpse of the outside world for the first time. I did not have long to admire it, as we raced towards one of the military conveys. The eldest brother, a mech with duel colored hair like my Sparkbrother, only his was black and white and had bright green optics, raced ahead with his Sparktwin on his back. Our Fighter, as he was called, quickly struck out and knocked on of the Gray Coats, who had been staring at us with a mixture of disbelief and fear. He took the Gray Coat and dragged him over to a wall while his Sparktwin quickly threw open the door of the large vehicle.

We were all ushered into the back, the eldest brother and sister sitting in the front, our savior and fighter. Our Savior sat in the drivers side, while our Fighter was looking through the various bags that he had quickly stripped off of the Gray Coat. Sister had punched the gas with her broken foot, not even grimacing once in discomfort, and we all jerked roughly as the vehicle quickly took off. I remember hearing the shouts of the Humans as we fled from our prison, and letting a small smile weave itself onto my face, joy filling my entire being as the Dam began to grow smaller and smaller.

A joy that was echoed by my siblings.

I do not remember how long we traveled, but it must have been a long time, as the sky turned from its inky blackness that held millions of dots – stars – to a soft, baby blue coloring. A large, blinding white ball in the sky was halfway up in the sky, letting me know that it was at least passed midday. We drove and drove – our Fighter coming into the back to check on us every now and then.

It wasn't until the sky was once again black that we stopped to empty our systems.

Myself, our Fighters Sparktwin, and a femme with blonde hair and duel colored optics (red and blue) – had easily slipped out of the vehicle, immediately spreading out to secure our location. We secured the area for a good half-mile, keeping in constant contact with our siblings as we did so.

Our Fighter and our Healer – a femme with red hair and red optics, a scare running down the side of her face – had began treating the more seriously injured of us, injecting half their nanites into their bodies to speed the healing process.

I remember how it was our Healer who found our next ride – an abandoned yellow vehicle that was very long. It took us most of the night to get the vehicle into working order, but once we did, we were soon on our way.

We traveled for days, never once stopping unless we were sure we weren't being followed. We gathered gray and black papers called 'newspapers' to keep track of the world. It was because of the newspaper that we discovered our reason for escaping – a large, flying object that the humans called a 'plane' had flown itself into two giant buildings in a placed called 'New York City', along with other areas including the Pentagon.

We had all felt guilty in knowing that we owed our escape to the Humans who had killed innocents, and we vowed to honor the Innocents as a way of repentance.

We traveled for a very long time, picking up various supplies we needed – food, water, clothes, books, and something called a 'computer'. It was with this computer, that we discovered the internet. We were overjoyed when we found that we could access it anywhere we wanted with just a simple thought from our processors. We spent days reading up on the history of Earth and its humans.

It was with the help of the internet that we all found names and designations for ourselves. Our Savior, with her bright blue eyes, claimed the name 'Sapphire', which was a bright, blue jewel, the same color of her eyes. Our Fighter became 'Michael', meaning 'Who is Like God?' or 'Gift from God', though he preferred 'Poor, humble'. His Sparktwin was overjoyed when finding the name 'Rhys' – ardour or rashness. My fellow Scout, was overjoyed when she found a name that meant 'Keeper of the Keys' and 'Pure', and proudly wore the name 'Kaylie'.

The fourth eldest sister chose the Greek name of Zenaide, which meant 'zenia', while the only femme Sparktwins took on the names 'Elizabeth' and 'Danielle'. There were many meanings for Elizabeth's name, though she enjoyed the Arthurian legend meaning the best – Sister of the Mark. It was appropriate, she had said, grinning all the while. 'God has judged' was the liking Danielle took, going along with the other meanings of Elizabeth's name. The second eldest mech chose the name 'Nicolas', after reading a story about 'Saint Nicolas'. It was only an added bonus that it also meant 'People's victory'.

The only mech Sparktwins had searched long and hard for their names; 'strong as a boar' or 'Guardian' and 'pleasure, perfect, delight', Edward and Eden loved them.

'Pierces the valley' was the meaning of mine and my Sparkbrother's trinemate's name – Percy. It was Percy who found my Sparkbrother's name – Miles, which meant 'Merciful, destroyer, soldier, and servant'. Miles preferred 'merciful' out of all of them. And it was Miles, who thought of mine; Samantha. 'Listener'. It was perfect.

It had taken us two and a half solar cycles to figure out what we would call ourselves, but when we finally did, we had never felt more complete.

It was three months after our escape when Sapphire finally voiced her concerns. She feared that we had been traveling for to long, and that the Gray Coats would soon find us. And so, with pain clearly in her voice, she told us her plan.

We would enter into one of the human families around the world, using our abilities granted to us by Mother to make the humans believe that they had either given birth to us, or adopted us.

But we had to separate. We had, of course, protested this venomously. We were all we had left! We were siblings! But our Sister made good points; they would have a harder time locating us if we separated into groups of two to three. We would stay away from the Dam save for a couple of us – to keep an eye on them, Sapphire had said.

It took her three Joors to convince us, and another seven Joors to figure out where we would all be going, and who would be scouting the Dam before it was decided.

Sapphire and Kaylie would be going to the forestry state of Washington – there, they would be able to get a fix on where most of the worlds technology was produced.

Michael, Rhys, and Nicolas would be going to travel across Europe, Russia, and Asia in a hope to see if there were any more of us in the various countries and to get a better 'feel' of the other Humans on Earth.

Kaylie and Zenaide were going to head out to Florida, wanting to investigate the Bermuda Triangle mystery, before heading over to South Africa. Elizabeth and Danielle were going to South America. They said something about some hard to find minerals were located there. Edward and Eden debated with each other for a while, before deciding on going to the little state of Maine, planning on keeping an eye the border between the United States and Canada.

It was myself, Miles and Percy who chose to stay close to the Dam to keep an eye on them. Our siblings protested at first, even Sapphire, concerned for our well beings as we were still so young, but we managed to convince them. With the nanites in our bodies, we could easily hide amongst the Humans, and still keep watch on the Dam.

They were all reluctant, but they had eventually agreed to it. After all, they had no other choice. With that settled, we began to create everything we needed to begin our lives as humans – including hiding our obviously robotic features, such as our Eye HUD's and our wings and/or wheels. It took a while for everything to be properly hidden, and by the time it was done, the holiday of 'Valentine's was upon us.

Birth certificates, backgrounds, images, and families were created or found, and by the time the month of February was over, everything was complete; all that we needed was to pick out our families and to separate.

I remember the sparkache of the day we all parted ways as if it was yesterday, when I know it was over six years ago. We had stood at an airport in Hays, Kansas, all staring at one another. We didn't speak aloud – rather, we spoke with our bonds. And when our flights were called to take us away from each other, we all hugged, blinking away the tears of pain at knowing we were, for the first time in our lives, going to be separated for an indefinite time, finally releasing after several minutes of embracing, both physically and mentally. Then, as one, we turned and left.

None of us looked back.

Percy, Miles and I got onto a plane heading for San Francisco, where we then boarded a small jet for Fresno, which was about a thirty minute drive from our new home and families. No one paid us any mind, as Percy, who is older than both Miles and I, had been disguised as a thirty year old man with dark brown hair and light blue eyes, while my Sparkbrother and I looked like him, only we were still in our original forms, sans hair.

It had taken a long time to begin to weave the memories of us into the Humans subconscious, and even now we still had to make sure that the nanites were functioning properly in all of Tranquility's heads. But when we were done with everything, we were proud of our selves – to everyone in Tranquility, California, Miles Lancaster, Percy Johnson, and Samantha Witwicky had always lived there.

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