A/N: This is a mixture of the '07 movie and G1. Jazz will be that of G1 just 'cause I like that one better, and because of that he's still alive. Enjoy!

This fic is co-written by vanillaninja2032 and Shke Behet. We write best together, but it will be posted under vanillaninja2032's profile.

Disclaimer: We do not own any part of Transformers, movie or otherwise, though god knows we wish we did.

Into the Night

Dead, Megatron was dead. He had been defeated by the most unlikely of foes, it wasn't the mighty Optimus Prime that struck him down, or the reputable Ultra Magnus, no it was a fleshling, a small insignificant organic bug destroyed the all powerful Megatron. He could laugh, all the times he tried to eliminate him and seize control of the decepticons a human did what he could not. He'd be ashamed if he wasn't so pleased with Megatron's death. He finally had what he always wanted; command of the decepticons and a dead Megatron. He should really thank that flesh creature the next time he saw him, right before he stepped on him. He laughed at the thought; imagining the look on the autobots faces when he exterminated their savior.

'And now this.' He thought. On the long journey back to Cybertron, he had received a transmission. A transmission from the communications officer Soundwave, who declared himself the new leader of the decepticons. Starscream inwardly smirked. Like that monotone idiot could rule the decepticons, that right was his and his alone. He was very eager to greet Soundwave once he reunited with his trine. He would find out what happens when people defy him.

He would crush any ill fated plans to usurp his newly acquired title, he would be recognized as the rightful ruler of the decepticons and they would all bow to him. He would be the greatest commander the decepticon forces had ever seen, he would put Megatron to shame. He would annihilate the autobots and rule Cybertron.

Now would be the perfect time to strike, the autobots would be too busy with their little human pets to suspect that he was so close to victory. He would display Optimus Prime's head on a pick as a testament to his might. He would drain the human's planet of all its resources and condemn them to death just as they had condemned his species to death by destroying the all-spark. They would know what it was like to watch each member of their race die and know nothing will come along to replace the one that was lost. He would torture them and destroy everything they treasure and when they beg him for death he will look down at them and say no.

But he needed troops before any of his plans could come to fruition, and for that he would need to deal with Soundwave.

'Now, at last, my time has come! Megatron will watch from the pit while I accomplish all that he himself failed to do! I will wipe the ground with Soundwave and I will rule!' And he screamed through the heavens.

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Charlie ran a hand through her short brown hair and poured herself a glass of water. It had been a stay at home kind of day and she did just that. It had rained all day and was too wet and depressing to do anything, so she stayed inside and hung out. She walked around her house occasionally taking sips of her water. She lived by herself in a small house while attending college. Her family had moved to a bigger city and she had chose to stay behind. She sat down on her couch and was joined by her gray and white cat Skittles.

"Hey Skittles, what's up? Let's see what's on." She turned on the T.V. and flipped through channels until her phone rang. "Hey Alex, what's up?" She rolled over on her stomach and sent Skittles flying.

"Oops, sorry, no not you Alex, I just knocked Skittles over. Yeah she's fine." She chatted with her friend for a few minutes before she happened to glance at the clock.

"Oh shoot, I forgot I have to return those movies we rented last week tonight! Sorry, got to go." She hung up on Alex, who was still talking, and scrambled to find the DVDs. "Shit it's almost midnight." She grabbed a hoodie and ran out the door, getting into her black honda civic.

"Come on Nelly, we got to make it there in five minutes!" She turned on the radio and sped out of her driveway. She began humming with the radio, zooming down the empty streets until she caught a stoplight. "Damn." She sat idly, when suddenly the music vanished and static replaced it. "What the hell?" She fiddled with the dial, but with no luck. She sighed and turned it off. She drove over a hill and gasped suddenly. A bright light had filled the dark sky, illuminating a meteor the size of a house. And it was coming closer.

"Holy shit! I----what the hell!" Her car jerked suddenly, then raced down the hill. Charlie screamed and slammed on the breaks, but to no avail, she zoomed through several stoplights before making a hard left turn, spinning on the asphalt. "Oh my God!" Her seatbelt came off, and her door suddenly opened. She flew out on the sidewalk midspin, before her car screeched and zoomed away. She moaned and rubbed her head, which broke her impact. She got shakily to her feet. The light had vanished, along with her car. She stared in shock, before looking around. It was almost midnight, and the streets were empty, only a lonely streetlight stood above her, illuminating her bruised face. She dug in the pocket of her hoodie, before pulling out her cell phone. She tried dialing a number, but her hands were shaking. She finally sat down and put her head in her hands.

"Okay, I can do this." She flipped her phone back open, finally getting the number right. She bit her lip as she waited for it to ring. "Alex? Umm, I've got a problem."

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"It was like she was alive! I couldn't control anything, the brakes didn't work, and the steering wheel was jammed. I couldn't do anything! Then I was thrown from the car." Alex stared at her friend, half of her face was bruised so badly she could barely see her blue eyes, and her short brown hair was matted to her face with blood. She was brushing at her Happy Bunny pajamas, trying to get rid of the dirt and mud.

"How hard did you hit your head?"

"Huh? Um, fairly hard I guess."

"Hm. Where's Nelly, did a tow truck come and get her?"

"No that's what I was trying to tell you she drove off!"

"…By herself?"

"Yes!" Alex just stared at her friend. She had a concussion for sure.

"How hard did you say you hit your head?"

"I'm serious she drove away! By herself! Not by me! No driver just Nelly!" So her friend had a concussion for sure, and she was probably a bit drunk. Oh well. She reached over and patted Charlie on the head.

"Of course she did, now let's go get you some coffee and maybe you'll remember where you parked." Charlie wrinkled her nose.

"I didn't park anywhere, I—hey! It's true!"

"Okay whatever, let's not talk about this until you get cleaned up." She drove to Charlie's house and parked where Nelly usually was. "Your cut doesn't look very deep, I think you should take a shower and I'll try to find some bandages. Charlie nodded and went into the bathroom while Alex fiddled with the first aid kit. Her long dark blonde hair fell into her face, covering her green eyes, and she blew it away in annoyance. Maybe she should have taken her to the hospital? It was likely she stopped at a stoplight and someone threw her out of her car and drove off, but she said she didn't see anyone. She sighed and started the coffee. Her pirate pajamas were getting a bit chilly, Charlie's house was always like a freezer. She went downstairs and borrowed one of her hoodies before heading back into the kitchen. Charlie was there, sipping coffee in her blue robe, her hair standing up everywhere.

"Okay come here, I'll clean it for you." She walked over to Alex and she looked down on her head. At least being five inches taller than her would come in handy this time. She was right, the cut was shallow, she dabbed some hydrogen peroxide on it.

"Ouch!"

"Sorry, but I have to antiseptisize your head."

"Don't you mean you're disinfecting it?"

"Maybe, but at least now I know you don't have a concussion. You could never say a big word like that. Actually you can't anyway, maybe you do have a concussion." Charlie sighed.

"No I do not have a concussion. Now hurry up." Alex wrapped a thin bandage around her head like a headband and tied it in a bow.

"Well at least you'll look pretty." Charlie looked in the mirror.

"I don't have to wear this very long do I?" Alex shrugged.

"Probably not, check on it tomorrow and if it's healing ditch it. Just don't brush your hair right there."

"Right." They went into Charlie's living room and sat on the couch.

"So that's really all you remember. You don't remember anyone getting into your car and throwing you out or anything?" Charlie shook her head.

"No! I told you, Nelly just dumped me off." Alex sighed.

"Okay, well why did she do that? Did you piss her off or something?"

"No! I think she stole herself! Oh my gosh, we have to report this." She grabbed the phone and began dialing. Alex grabbed it from her and shut it off.

"You can't tell them your car stole itself. Now if you could remember who did steal your car then we'd be onto something." Charlie sighed.

"Fine, but there wasn't anybody else there!"

"Well you could just say your car is missing."

"No, what if they find her?" Charlie looked horrified.

"Umm, isn't that the point?"

"No! She'd kill them all! I'll have to go after her myself. If they see her driving herself they'll take her away from me!"

"Okay Charlie you're not making any sense you need to get some rest."
Charlie stared at her.

"Now."

"Fine." They walked over to the door.

"I'm sure you'll be fine tomorrow. Just take some advil and go to sleep, and I'll come over tomorrow morning.

"Yeah okay. Night." Alex walked over to her jeep.

"See ya."

Alex got into her car and drove back to her house. Tomorrow Charlie would probably just call her back saying she remembered where she parked and she had simply walked into a pole and had gotten lost. Alex parked her car and walked into her house, never noticing the stealth jet flying above her.