Disclaimer: Well, I don't own any of the Transformers, but I did get Combiner Wars Prowl.

Sariel: I had to 'correct' Prowl's comic evaluation. *Heh heh heh* by replacing 'passion', 'courage' and 'trump' with 'recklessness', 'stupidity' and 'utterly destroy'. :)

Sarah: She's so proud of that. *rolls eyes*

Sariel: ...now, for some RL griping, Waaahhh! I didn't update for more than a month, I'm a terrible author! DAMN YOU COLLEGE!

Aura: Prowl! Prowlie, Prowler, Prowlster! Yippee~! *Waves Prowl toy in the air and skipping away*

Sariel: *staring at her oldest character* O_O ... The frack was that?

Sarah: I know we shouldn't have given her that coffee with expresso in it. She's been jumping around for hours.

Sariel: Wait a sec, it wasn't my idea, it was yours.

Sarah: I didn't know it was this bad! :O

Aura: Yay! Thank you to my peeps on the interweb for faving, reviewing, and following, "I don't want to be a Mary Sue". You know who y'all are, SunnySides, Wolfimus Prime, HeartsGuardianSol, Ratchet's Sparkling, ShinraFox, Skyress98, AyanoZonurai, Leaderofthewolves, ryannea. reed, DixieChicrules123, raxii, overdozz33, CherryDrug, LunaSilverSkye1614, shatteredstar21, Xarine, a realnative, MaximumRide300, Defender54, TerrorTwinEpicness, Devious Neko Boi, Yoake no tenshi, dglsprincess105, Almadynis Rayne, Melony Prime, Rurikuro, SunstreakerxandxLegolas, FirstStrike 1177, Assassinscreed2011, Generalhyna, GuardianGirl24, TrailWave, and shiki skylark kaien! Whoooooo~!

Sariel: Well, at least I don't have to deal with her until the next time I update...probably some time from now.

Key

"You."- real world speaking

"Are."- Cybertronian

Totally.- dream

"Doomed," - dream talking

"Sorry."- dream!Primus talking

September 27, 2007

11:39 PM

Chihuahuan Desert, New Mexico

It was a nice, dark night…until four giant metal pods touched down and dug deep ditches into the sand and dirt, skidding a couple of meters as they fell..

"Everyone okay? Wow, that landing was so cool, I mean, we touched down and BWOOSH, we kicked up so much dirt and made a huge streak on the ground!" chirped a grey protopod that transformed into an eighteen foot mech in his root form. "I'm good, Bluestreak," responded another mech that transformed into root mode. "Heya Sunny!" grinned yet another mech, moving to embrace 'Sunny'. "Sideswipe! Get off!" demanded Sunny, while Bluestreak started giggling. "Where's Prowl?" asked Sideswipe, letting go of Sunny to exaggerate a searching pose by looking from side to side, one servo lifted to nearly cover his blue optics.

"I think he's about three klicks over there," said Bluestreak, stretching cramped arms and support struts, then waving somewhere vaguely to the left. "He missed us about a few meters."

"Prowlie! You're alright, aren't you?" called out Sideswipe, running in the direction Bluestreak pointed.

"I am functioning at optimal levels, Sideswipe. Don't call me Prowlie," replied a taller bot. "Both Sunstreaker and Bluestreak made it safely?"

"Yeah, they're back there," gestured Sideswipe. "I can't seem to find the 1st Contact team on this landmass. Looks like they're shielding their life signals."

Just then, black SUVs could be spotted in the distance, their high beams incredibly bright in the darkness. "Who the frag are they?!" clicked Sunstreaker, his astonishment blatant in his tone. "I don't know, maybe indigenous life forms? My sensors are picking up thermal signals."

The SUVs were followed by a flamed Peterbilt, a H2 Hummer, a black Topkick and three motorcycles. All of the vehicles transformed into their root modes, watching the four newcomers with caution.

"Well aren't you all a sight for sore optics," said the Topkick mech in English, and Prowl frowned, his CPU accessing the 'world wide web', and found their location in a place called 'The United States of America'. Further searches found a language called 'English', in a source called a 'English dictionary'. Prowl sent instructions to find such a language pack to his team, and the other three mechs downloaded it directly to their processors.

The Peterbilt briefly unshielded his EM field, and the four grey mechs straightened with alarm.

"Prime?" asked Prowl finally, recalibrating his optics once as he recognized the EM field. "Hello, old friend," said Optimus Prime warmly, and he gave a small smile.

"We received your broadcast three quartexs ago in the Gamma region," reported Prowl, "We came as fast as we could."

"Is it true? The Allspark is gone? How? Is the war still going on? Is it also true that you've befriended the natives on this planet?" fired off Bluestreak, the relentless barrage of questions flying over everyone's helm.

"We have many things to catch up on," said Optimus. "This is hardly the place for such a discussion."

"The native lifeforms on this planet are called 'humans'," said Ironhide helpfully. "We have managed to ally with the United States of America in search of any Decepticon presence on Earth." Prowl nodded, and Optimus added, "Once we get all four of you new altmodes, we will discuss what has happened in depth." "Understood, Prime," saluted the four new mechs, and they transformed into their Cybertronian altmodes, following the rest of the Autobots and their human companions.

Outer Space, a million miles away from the Solar System

"This is Thundercracker and Skywarp reporting for duty," was a broadcast from a pair of mech seekers flying in space. "Requesting new mission objectives."

September 28, 2007 11:39 PM

Sarah lied in her bed, deep in thought. It was nearing the seventh day of her time away from any Primus forsaken (pun definitely intended) dealings of any sort. It was still weighing in her mind, how a yes or no could change time itself.

Well, it was obvious to say that, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few…in this case, two people. Saving thousands were definitely more important than just two humans. They would also need to protect themselves from larger foes, and even though they both took karate and Aura learned knife throwing after seeing it in a circus, it wouldn't be enough against a species made of metal. Something had to be done. Neither girl would take death lying down.

"Primus…I'm ready," she whispered, and laid back, hair splayed out on her pillow, closing her eyes.

Dream

Sarah found herself in the same grassy field she had last seen Primus, and wasn't surprised to find the golden mech in front of her. "Have you made your decision, Miss Moran?" rumbled the baritone voice of the god.

"I have," said Sarah, and she looked up to the mech, and firmly nodded. "If it means that the world will continue and Cybertron has a chance to be reborn, I'm going to take it. But you need to promise me something."

Primus inclined his helm, a pointy audio receptor poking up. "What is your request?"

Sarah clenched her hands into fists, and said, "Aura will need a means to protect herself. She is able to fend off a bunch of people when she's gone berserk, but against a Cybertronian of Optimus' stature, or a Decepticon scout like Barricade? She won't stand a chance, and I don't want-!"

The god cut her off before the girl could continue any further. "I understand." Sarah stopped, her mouth open agape, and blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. "You do?" She didn't seem very sure of herself, and it showed when she shifted from side to side.

"Of course I do. I do have a brother, after all." It took a few seconds for the human girl to realize it was Unicron that Primus was talking about. "Oh. Right. I forgot about him. Whoops," she said sheepishly, and her dream-face felt warmer with embarrassment.

"But truthfully…if Aura does become a Decepticon, she will need to defend herself." Sarah turned her head, face and eyes hard. "I mean, I know she's way more athletic then I'll ever be, but I promised mom and dad to protect her. Doesn't matter if she's older…and I don't want her to be alone. She's dangerous if there isn't someone to ground her to reality."

"I see your point, Sarah. Very well then. In the real world, I will grant Aurora Senna Moran the power to protect herself. In return, you will steer her towards the Decepticons, and Cybertron towards peace."

Sarah nodded stiffly, and she looked away into the distance. "I haven't seen a field like this in a long time," she said wistfully. "I've nearly forgotten. This is peaceful, to me." In her eyes, she saw her old home with her parents, and the field changed.

Now, the two were in her old bedroom, and Primus was sitting on the floor. "This is your old home," said the god, looking around to take in the room. "Cozy."

"Er, yeah," said Sarah reaching to touch the wall. "It's been a while. I didn't even think I'd remember this place like this." Her hand rose to pat over a poster of Optimus, Prowl and Jazz in all their G1 glory, and her eyes moved to stare at their blocky forms. "This is really old. I think I was seven or something." "Yet your mind remembers. This memory may be nineteen years old, but you remember it like it was the solar cycle before." Sarah looked at the golden mech, and she nodded. "Yeah. Um…do you remember…I dunno, the beginning of Time? Merging with Cybertron? Wait…how can you be here if your true form is Cybertron anyway? Seems stupid I haven't asked that sooner."

"I have been projecting my conscious into your own dreams, and watching your dreams since I notice the bold statement you made in the past."

Sarah immediately started blushing, her whole face turning pink with realization. "Oh my GOD," she said to herself, a hand moving up to cover her face.

A second past, and the environment changed again, now depicting a sleepover with Sarah, Aura and two other children. They all appeared to be around seven years old, and the older version of Sarah realized what she was looking at. "That's…that's me and Aura…and Brad and Clara Nathans! Transformers: Generation 2 just came out and we were binge watching them on VCR."

Sarah watched herself wave her hands in the air, imitating explosions and making sound effects like 'kaboom!', 'Pwoosshhh!' and 'Kablam!' all the while. Aura was rocking back and forth on the bed, laughing. "Hey! Do you wanna get all our figures together and play 'Bots vs. Cons'? You just got the newer Ramjet figure, didn't you?" Clara leaned forward, the brown haired green eyed eight year old inching forward to hold said figure.

"Yeah, daddy got it last week. Now we got all the coneheads, and Starscream is still ta commander of the seekers!" chirped Aura. "Now we got two trines to play with! Yay!" cheered kid-Sarah.

The older version of the same girl gave a sad smile at her past self's enthusiasm, her own expression melancholy.

"So, I had a weird dream last night, and I wanna ask…what if you were sucked into the tv?" asked Brad, playing around with a figure of Soundwave in his hands. "Huh? Whaddya mean?" asked Aura curiously. "You know…what if the Autobots and Decepticons were real? And they found you? What would you do?" repeated Brad.

"Uh…I dunno," shrugged Aura, then her head swiveled to look at Clara. "What bout you?" "I'd go to the Autobots and help them duh!" said Clara, rolling her eyes. "I'd be awesome! Like rock'm sock'm robots! Except in real life and waaayyyy cooler!" "I dunno about that," said Sarah, her eyebrows scrunching together and deep in thought. "I mean…wouldn't that be a bad thing?"

"Huh? Why?" asked Clara, frowning. "Well…the Decepticons attack people for that energon stuff. And they make problems for people. The war is really bad, Clara. I dun want it to happen." "Come on, Sarah! Where's your sense of adventure!?" protested the older girl. "But I don't get why the Decepticons have to steal instead of asking!" said Sarah.

"Because they're evil, duh. Seriously, Sarah, the Decepticons are evil! Asking people isn't evil!" said Brad, rolling his eyes. The younger girl pouted, then turned her head away. "I dunno why they have to fight! Ain't a lot of Cybertr'nians anymore, ain't there? Nothin' left." "So whatcha gunna do then?" asked Aura, turning to her sister. "I'd save all of them! 'Cause that's what the good guys do!" declared the younger Sarah.

The memory froze, dissipating in a mist like fashion. "Humans are fascinating creatures, Sarah. Filled with compassion and free will, much like my own children. I found human imagination to be charming and riveting. The Science fiction movies? Incredibly more creative than my descendants. Your methods of reproduction are also very curious." Primus' tone suggested that he was very impressed. "Wait a sec...you watch sci-fi?" blurted out Sarah, her eyebrows going up with astonishment. "I didn't know gods watched human movies!...Wait...You didn't...you didn't watch porn, did you?"

Primus didn't answer, but the faint traces of pink in his cheekplates gave him away. "...Perhaps," he said after a moment. Sarah facepalmed, groaning, "...You've got to be kidding me." "I do not joke on such matters. My children are created by the process of spark merging and building of a frame, or through building a frame and bringing it to the Allspark. They do not have any other processes of creating new generations."

"That sucks big time," noted Sarah, and Primus nodded. "So...when will me or Aura going to see you next? Neither of us heard a peep about the Autobots or Decepticons, and no meteor sightings have been reported."

"A team of four Autobots have newly arrived on Earth," said Primus. "One of the member's designation is 'Prowl'." Sarah sighed, nodding. "That's good then. Other than the First Team and the Arcee triplets, there are no other Autobots here. Are there?" "That would be telling," said Primus, and Sarah rolled her eyes at the attempt at being mysterious. "Right. I might as well wake up now," she said, and closed her eyes.

A pair of brown eyes opened to the raising dawn. "I must be dreaming," said Sarah to herself, and smiled, moving to get out of bed and stretch. She walked to the bathroom in the hallway to brush her teeth and relieve herself, washing her hands and returning to her bedroom to change into a pair of tan jean shorts and a t-shirt that had a Death Star with a title stating 'Owners Workshop Manual'. "AURA! Wake up! I'm going to make pancakes, and if you don't wake up and come down in a half an hour, I'll eat them all!" "I'm coming!" was the returned yell.

Sarah just walked down the stairs, a plan forming in her mind.

Oh my Primus, I should be studying for midterms. Glad this chapter's over. Whew.

Aura: Aww! I hate English essays! THEY'RE BORING!

Well, I did write a compare and contrast essay between humans and Cybertronians...

Gah, I don't know if this chapter is better or worse than the older chapters...Oh well, if you like it, that's great, if you don't, go somewhere else. I wouldn't know, literally I have no one's opinions.

Bye, see ya, don't wanna be ya!