A Transformers fanfic

by Maieve Avvi

Wow, I haven't made a fanfiction in an extremely long time. Well I hope this one is as much enjoyed as my others before I went on a few years hiatus. Inspiration for this fic came to me while I was contemplating the movie on a fifteen hour Greyhound bus ride back to my home. I don't know how many times I listened to the movie soundtrack, which is quite awesome by the way. Too bad the symphony music wasn't on there though, I liked them just as much as the other songs.

Oh and if I get little things wrong don't bug me about it. It's a fanfic people, it doesn't necissarily have to be on the dot accurate.

Transformers doesn't belong to me bla bla bla blaaa all the copyright stuff.

Chapter 1

Cycles 1 Earth Years

Cybertron, 90 CAL (Cycles After Launch)

In the far reaches of space the cry of a dying planet had long since faded to a whimper of despair. The once proud cities of sentient life rose as but mere tombs that echoed the past; lightless and filled with the ghosts of yesterday's follies. Scorch marks left by the Seperatists epic battles scarred the mechanical landscape, the rubble a reminder to any that passed that in the end power would intoxicate anyone it came to visit.

Cybertron did not have a sun to illuminate the mistakes made by the once united sentient beings that had inhabited the world that the Allspark had so generously sparked into existence. Nobody knew why the Lord High Protector Megatron, who had been firm but fair, suddenly wove together a massive army of separatists to obtain the Cube for himself. No not even his brother, the benificient Optimus Prime, knew the reason that had nestled itself comfortably in Megatron's thriving spark.

While battles of passion razed Cybertron to the pathetic dark and cold chunk of metallic substance it is now, there were those that watched the war in sadness. Mourning the loss of the tranquility that had been so full but mere years before.

Scorning at the battle lust that possessed the Decepticons, pitying the ignorance of the few Autobots whose sparks were snuffed out so quickly.

These passive observers considered themselves and those that did not battle, the true Cybertronians for they did not seek the power that was theirs already: the spark that burned inside. Making their circuits warm with life and fiber.

One by one as survivers left the barren planet in pursuit of hope long left stale in the wind, eventually only thirteen lights burned on Cybertron. They had no reason to leave, each individual was encased in a different colored tower connected to a vein of Energon that still flowed beneath the sensors of the average Cybertronian. They listened to the silence that they so dreaded ever since that fatefilled day when Optimus Prime had launched the Allspark into the far reaches of space. The screams of terror had filled their sparks when they sensed their life force ejected beyond their protection. Bitterness for the hunger of power ran coldly through their circuits as they waited in anxiety for the signal of the Cube to die away.

It was only a matter of time when the signal suddenly cut off approximately one hundred cycles since the planet had been vacated. The void was so solid that it smashed into the remaining thirteen's consciousness so hard their screams echoed across the dead planet.

Dust and debris suddenly flew off the towers as the pieces opened up. The bindings holding them in place since their creation thousands of years before shattered as they stood from their cribs. Beams of light from all across the spectrum shot into the darkness as the towers peeled open to reveal their precious cargo. Waves of energy flowed out as one by one the remnants shot off into space as streaks of light. They spiraled around each other in perfect synchronization as they joined in formation. A sudden tear in dimensional space opened for them as they ascended to the heavens, giving them quick passage to their destination that burned in the navigations area of their brains. Even with the location in mind it was going to take at least a few cycles to reach where the Cube's signal was lost for the universe stood still for no one.

OOO

Earth, 2009

Witwicky residence

Bumblebee ran after his friends across the wasteland that was hauntingly familiar. He tried to call out to them but all he could muster was a small whine. This wasn't right, his voice had been repaired when he'd touched the Allspark to make it easier for transportation. He touched his throat and was horrified to find that his voice capacitator was shattered just like that fateful day when he'd played decoy for Optimus' attempts to get the Allspark out of Lord Megatron's grasp.

In his moment's hesitation he noticed a wave of F22's flying straight toward his comrades who were oblivious to the hostile gesture. Bumblebee's cry of warning sputtered as a few broken echoey signals. Each of the hundreds of missiles hit their target dealing fatal damage to Optimus, Ironhide and Ratchet.

"Bumblebee!"

The Autobot turned to see Sam and Makaela standing hand in hand on a nearby hill.

"Why didn't you warn them?" Sam asked. Bumblebee tried to explain himself but again his words only came out in a jumbled mess of Cybertronian language and sound bits from the radio.

A shadow came from behind the hill, Bumblebee's bright blue opticals retracted in horror at the sight of Lord Megatron. The once revered leader uttered, "Not one word you shall utter, remember?"

Run Sam! Makaela! Bumblebee wanted to shout but they just stood their in their ignorance. Megatron snapped down his right fist into a deadly mace head on a chain ready to come down on the species that had caused his demise. Bumblebee leaped forward in an attempt to stop his enemy.

Nooooo!

All of a sudden the night's placidity was interrupted by the high pitched squeal of the 2009 Chevrolet Camaro's car alarm. A few lights illuminated the Wiwicky's windows as they awoke to the distress. Bumblebee could feel the annoyance from the parent's and heard the yells at their 19 year old son, telling him to get the car under control. Bumblebee realized what a disturbance he was being and quickly switched off the alarm system. Footsteps told him that Sam was coming to see what was wrong, they were slightly quicker than usual.

"Bumblebee?" the humans voice was quiet but audible as he climbed in, "What's wrong? Did some idiot try and hijack you?" he said half jokingly. Despite promises from the government that no action to apprehend the known Transformers were to be taken, Sam didn't quite trust them still despite all they'd done. Power changed hands quickly in politics and so did ideals.

"No." said the car. Bumblebee felt a bubble of tension pop in his chest, he still had his voice. Of course he still had his voice why would it just suddenly break again? That was just absurd.

"Well then what's with the alarm blaring me out of the house on a school night?" Sam was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, "You could just call me or call Ratchet if you have a problem to fix just so long as you're back in time to take me to school." Out of the education system level of high school and straight into the advanced level of what was called college.

"I don't know what's wrong Sam. I...just a few seconds ago I was having the illusion that I was back at our old home. However it didn't make sense because F22's were bombing Optimus and the others and I couldn't warn them, my voice capacitator was no longer functioning again. Then Lord Megatron returned and was about to extinguish you and Makaela's life spans." the tires shifted in place, "I don't understand what that was."

There was a moment of silence and Bumblebee thought Sam had fallen asleep but the young man's brain activity showed that he was just thinking.

Sam asked, "Do you Autobots have dreams like humans do?"

"Dreams... there are so many definitions for that word." that made it even more difficult for Bumblebee to grasp the concept of the word for there was nothing in his native language to compare it to, "No... no I don't believe we do."

Another moment of silence as Sam drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, "Well, you've been here on Earth the longest right? Except for Megatron but he doesn't count he was asleep. You could be catching on to what humans do at night sometimes which is dream."

"But what is a dream Sam?"Bumblebee felt frustrated at his friend's vagueness.

Sam breathed out an exasperated sigh. It was so difficult for him to explain some aspects of his own race because a lot of things he just knew without the need for word description, "Ok, a dream can be a lot of things. They can be a reflection of something in your conscious life or in your subconscious. They may not always make sense to our logical minds though... does that help any?"

"Yes, thank you. You should get back to rest, you've got a few tests tomorrow do you not?"

Sam swore then bade the Transformer goodnight before rushing back into the house. His light remained on which gave Bumblebee the impression that the little human had forgotten completely about it. His thoughts turned again to what Sam called a 'dream'. The impressions it had left were clear and vivid, perhaps something like this happened to his race as they aged. Tomarrow he'd go and ask one of his elders about it, surely they would be able to give him an even better grasp of the concept of dreaming. After all, communications at times with humans was difficult because direct translations didn't always mean the same thing to the other. Bumblebee settled himself down as best he could for the rest of the night, although going into hibernation mode wasn't that appealing at this point since there was a chance of a repeat. So the youngster busied himself with searching the Internet for bits of information that he deemed useful, especially music. Because music had been non-existent to any Autobot before they'd come to Earth. It was a very interesting thing to Bumblebee as he tried to understand why humans loved it so much.

As the Autobot sat idly matching together bits of lyrics that appealed to him, he saw a piece of falling debris, something humans would've called a shooting star. It sparked the hope in him that more of his kind would reach Earth. Despite the company of new friends he wished for his own kind, preferably closer to his age.

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Thank you in advance for your reviews. They are much appreciated, helps inspire me.

I'll update with as little time between chapters as possible, but I'm coming onto my senior year in high school so I can't make exact promises for the time part.

See you all next chapter!