Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, shape, or form own the brilliance that is the 2007 movie of Transformers, or the Harry Potter series that was written by J.K. Rowling. If I owned either, I would be driving a yellow Camaro with racing stripes, because Bumblebee is awesome.
Spoilers: If you haven't read the entire Harry Potter series or seen the Transformers movie, then somethings can be seen as spoilers, mainly for the last three Harry Potter books and possibly for the Transformers movie.
Warnings: Language, depending on what you find offensive. Completely AU. Jock bullying, sorta. Insanity, of sorts. Near death experiences.
A/N: My poor attempt at writing what can be a truly brilliant fanfic. I may continue writing it, but for now I'm posting this as complete and up for adoption for anyone who wants to attempt giving this a shot. Just please give me credit for coming up with the idea if you do use it. The second chapter are a few 'what if' scenarios that I thought of while writing this. Anyway, enjoy.
Word Count: 7,800
Posted: 7 July 2009
Status: Up for adoption/on hold until further notice
Chapter One:
Fidgeting, he tried his best not to let his nerves show as he shifted in his seat yet again. It had only been two weeks, but his entire life had been changed dramatically in that short period of time. And it all started when he had gone shopping for a computer, because he was determined not to stay in the magical world once he graduated, not after losing Sirius to the Veil.
****Flashback****
He had been browsing the small electronics store for a computer, or possibly a laptop, that would make his transition into muggle life easier once he learned how to operate the machine, when pain blazed through his mind, centering around the thrice cursed scar he bore upon his forehead. Voldemort had found him. He was so screwed.
He darted for the door, only for Voldemort to burst into the store with his Death Munchers through the backroom. Completely defenseless, considering Vernon had locked his wand away with the rest of his things in his former room, he tried to will his magic to take him as far away as he possible could get. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he felt the magic in the area rise dramatically, the electronics in the store flickering as the overabundance of energy began to short out circuits.
Voldemort didn't even get a chance to taunt him when the world exploded. The high concentration of magic in the area, as well as the large number of electronics, most of which were on, was an explosive combination. Harry was just dimly aware of intense heat and a searing pain that tore through his very core before he passed out completely.
When he next woke up, he was staring at the Veil that had claimed his godfather not even more than two months before. He had barely even processed where he was when a loud voice boomed from behind him. Turning, he saw Fudge glaring at him in triumph.
"You have been sentenced to death for the use of dark magic that blew up a muggle store and killed three people, including You-Know-Who. Your attempt to take the Dark Lord's place has failed. Any last words?"
Smiling bitterly, Harry had taken great pleasure in snarling at Fudge. "Sure. I leave all of my worldly possessions to be divided evenly between those that Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Remus Lupin deem worthy. Also, I invoke the Founders' Wrath as one of their heirs. All who have wronged me in the past will be at the mercy of the enchantments that they have left all over our world. You'll get what's coming to you."
Fudge paled drastically at the magic that could be felt all around the world as Harry's words activated spells and enchantments that had long laid dormant over the centuries, but had now been activated by the last living heir of the four founders of Hogwarts. His fear didn't show for long as Fudge sneered at him, taking great pleasure in snapping his wand before ordering for him to be pushed through the Veil.
Harry didn't give the Aurors a chance to carry out Fudge's orders, walking towards the Veil with his head held high. He may not have wanted to die just yet, but he took small comfort in the fact that he would be seeing Sirius again and would finally have the chance to meet his parents. He had barely stepped through the Veil when he lost all of his senses. He just existed; time no longer holding any meaning to him. Just when he began to wonder if he had even died, his senses returned to him and he was immediately overwhelmed with the sudden onslaught of sensation.
Freezing cold water, the taste of salt, the smell of the sea, and a glimpse of a clear blue sky with fluffy white clouds were all that his mind registered before the shock of having his senses back caused him to black out. He didn't even have time to wonder if he could die again after dying.
When he woke again, he wished that he hadn't. He was in a hospital room, which meant that he was very much alive, and most definitely no longer in his world. Otherwise Sirius would have found some way to contact him if he had still been in their world after falling through the Veil.
Snorting at the irony of his situation, Harry slowly opened his eyes, allowing himself to adjust to the brightness of the room. He had wanted to leave the magical world once he graduated from Hogwarts, he hadn't expected to literally leave the world he had grown up in. Of course, he shouldn't really have been too surprised. Sighing softly, he tried to think of a story he could convincingly tell the doctors when they came to question him.
Noticing the television that was on, he watched the news that was playing only to gape as he saw Sirius' face displayed on the screen. His godfather was significantly older, but he also looked far healthier and happy, even if he could see sadness hidden deeply within his sparkling eyes. Finding the remote, he turned up the volume and listened to what was being said.
"Lord Sirius Black died this weekend in a snow-boarding accident. Witnesses say that the English Lord had been laughing when he took an unexpected plunge off a hidden cliff. By the time rescuers reached him, Lord Black was just moments from dying. He was pronounced dead two minutes before the rescue helicopter touched down. One of the rescuers commented that Lord Black had died with a smile on his face, laughingly telling them that he wished his godson had been present to see him pull of the bloody amazing trick he had pulled before plummeting to what would be his untimely death."
Eyes widening, Harry didn't notice the tears streaming down his cheeks as he continued to watch what seemed to be a program special on his godfather. "Lord Sirius Black first entered the public eye ten years ago when he was found completely naked on the beaches of Hawaii. The young Lord had been missing for nearly two months, along with his five year old godson, who he had gained custody of when Lord Potter and his wife were brutally murdered just months after their infant son's first birthday. When Lord Black was found, the search for his boat and godson was renewed, but after an additional two months of searching, young Harry Potter's body had yet to be found. Even as the years passed, Lord Black still hadn't given up on finding his godson alive, which brings us to the large controversy sparked over Lord Black's will."
Snorting, Harry choked back a sob as a video of his godfather was played. "I, Sirius Orion Black, being of sound mind, leave all of my worldly possessions and what not to my godson, one Harry James Potter. No proof of identity need be given for my godson to claim what I have left to him. All that he needs to do is answer three questions. I know that you're alive Emeralds, but since my lawyer's an even greater prick than Snivelous, Voldie, and his Death Munchers combined, you only have a month after my death to lay claim to what I have left to you. Otherwise, my vast fortune, which I made even greater by winning numerous lotteries, and a few bets on things that reminded me of you, will be going to various charities, as well as funding a nature reserve or five. Anyway Emeralds, this should be airing on numerous stations around the world, so you better claim my fortune before my dear cousins try to dispute my will and get their slimy mitts on your money. Don't be sad when you hear this, especially if I died laughing. Unless I died a really pathetic death, then you had better mock me like any true Marauder would. I deserved to be mock if I died a really lame death like tripping and falling down some stairs, or getting hit by a car cause I wasn't looking where I was going. I'll say hi to your parents Emeralds, although I do hope that Lily doesn't kill me since I wasn't there for you like I should have been. I love you Emeralds, and don't worry about someone else claiming to be you, since only you should know the answers to the questions that I have left. And I left a little surprise just in case someone is able to fake being you. You won't have to worry about it."
The video ended and the reporter came back on. "It has only been a week since Lord Black's death, his funeral having been held today. Already, thousands around the world have tried to answer the three questions that were left to claim a literal fortune, but so far none have laid claim to it. Bellatrix Lestrange, Lord Black's cousin, as well as her sister, Lady Malfoy, have tried to dispute his will, claiming that his godson was dead, and had been for ten years, long enough for him to be declared legally dead, which should void Lord Black's will. So far, neither have had much luck in this matter. If you would like a try at proving yourself to be Lord Black's long lost godson, merely go down to your local police station and ask to be given a chance to answer the questions. Your answers will be sent to Lord Black's lawyer. There are limits though on who will be given a chance to answer the three questions left. Only males, with green eyes and black hair, between the ages of fourteen and eighteen, can try and answer these questions. It has been limited to this in case Harry Potter really is alive and may not be going by his real name or age. In other news..."
Harry had quit listening at this point, tears still silently streaming down his cheeks as he wondered what he should do. Time passed differently in this world, especially if he could assume that Sirius had appeared in this world ten years ago. The evening news ended to be replaced by a sitcom, but Harry didn't care as he flinched when there was a loud clatter as a nurse dropped the tray of food she had been carrying, a hand covering her mouth when she saw him sitting up, wide awake.
Blinking, he barely was able to hastily wipe away his tears when the nurse returned with several doctors. Forcing himself not to fidget, he did his best to keep from being sarcastic as the doctors asked him various questions as they checked his vitals and what not. He was just about to snap and threaten to shove the light up the doctor's ass when a police officer entered the room. Sighing quietly, Harry prepared himself to answer some uncomfortable questions.
It took nearly two hours, but he finally managed to convince the officer that the last thing he remembered was shopping for a computer in London, and then the brief moment in the ocean, before waking up in the hospital room. He also carefully constructed a story about how he grew up in the cupboard under the stairs, doing all of the housework, and his 'cousin's' homework. He never went to school, and no one seemed to know that he existed. It was close enough to his real childhood that he could stick with the story, and it provided a reason why he had some form of education, but no actual records. He also made it seem like he never left the house, unless he was running an errand, such as buying his 'cousin' a new computer since his 'aunt' and 'uncle' didn't have time to go shopping for one when they would be taking his 'cousin' out to get what he wanted. Because he was never let out of the house unless absolutely necessary, he couldn't give a positive address, and the descriptions that he gave were a mixture of places and people that he knew in his world. Essentially, no matter how much they searched, the authorities wouldn't find his supposed 'relatives'. Especially after he told the officer that his name used to be Harry Potter, instead of Daniel Jones.
After that, he spent the next four days going over in detail everything he could remember about his 'relatives' and where he had been living. When he had repeated himself for what felt like the hundredth time, the officers finally showed him pictures of Sirius and asked him if he recognized the man. He hadn't been able to stop the tears, and silently nodded. Then he had been asked the three questions that would allow him to claim the fortune that had been left to him.
What were the Marauders' nicknames and what animals were they based off of? What was the password to the Marauders' Map? And what was Padfoot's other nickname? Chuckling, Harry had easily answered all three, only for Sirius' lawyer to show up the next day and ask him all three questions in person, as well as hand him a hand drawn map of Hogwarts. He needed to correctly label where the Great Hall, the kitchens, Dumbledore's office, and Gryffindor tower were. He also needed to label all of the tables in the Great Hall correctly. Once he did that successfully, he found himself being provided with a new identity, one that Sirius had prepared for him, as well as new guardians until he turned of age.
That was how he had found himself with nothing more than two sets of clothes, a file containing his new identity, and a small box containing the debit card to the account that had been left to him until he could fully access the Potter and Black fortunes, on a flight from Hawaii to California with Sirius's lawyer, who really was just as bad as he described. Harry was rather amused though at how Sirius had chose just who would be his guardians. He had chosen the Witwicky family, for the simple reason that it had been the couple that had discovered his naked form and got him the help he had desperately needed.
Now, exactly two weeks since that day in London, he found himself sitting in the living room of the Witwicky house as the lawyer explained who he was and how the couple had come into guardianship of him. Which was why he was so nervous and fidgeting in his seat. His previous experience with the Dursleys made him extremely wary of what to expect.
"Well, everything is in order. Mr. Evans, I will be in touch with you later when it is time for you to fully claim what Lord Black left to you, as well as with details for what your parents left to you as well. Have a good day, Mr. Witwicky, Mrs. Witwicky."
Staring at the Witwicky couple, he wondered just how he should act. He settled on being polite at the very least. "Ron, you need to go and pick up Sam. I'll get Orion settled in. We can discuss things later tonight. Come along Orion, you must be tired after your flight. You can take a nap after you get settled in your room."
A bit overwhelmed, Orion didn't hesitate to follow the redheaded woman upstairs to what was clearly a guest room. "They didn't even let you shop for some clothes did they?"
"No ma'am. The officers didn't want to risk me being found, and Sirius's lawyer said that I could shop on my own time."
"Call me Judy. We'll be changing that, but that can wait until after you've had a chance to get a decent night's sleep. You look exhausted. I'll wake you for dinner, so go ahead and take a nap. Are you allergic to anything?"
"No, ma'am, not that I know of."
"Well, that's good for you. And call me Judy. If you need anything, I'll be downstairs or working in the backyard. Don't hesitate to ask me for anything if you need something. I'll wake you in time for dinner."
Nodding absentmindedly, Orion dropped his bag on the floor, toed off his shows, and crawled into the queen sized bed as soon as Judy left the room. He was sound asleep within moments of his head hitting the pillow. Not only had the flight been long, he had slept very little during the past week. His exhaustion had finally caught up to him, not that he minded.
Grinning, Sam practically bounced in his seat as his dad drove. He had gotten the two grand and three A's he needed, and now he was going to get a car. Pulling into the dealership, Sam thought his heart was going to stop.
"No way, Dad! A Porsche? You're getting me a Porsche?!"
"No, I'm not getting you a Porsche."
Glaring at his father, Sam sulked in his seat. That had been cruel, and a bit funny, but he would never admit that in his life. Looking at the beat up cars in the used car dealership, Sam was beginning to wonder if he should ask if they could go somewhere else. Then he saw it. The paint was faded, and there was a bit of rust on it, but the yellow Camaro with racing stripes had to be the best vehicle on the lot. Sitting behind the wheel, he grinned. It wasn't what he had been expecting for his first car, but it was definitely better than any of the other cars he had seen.
Not really caring how all the glass seemed to break in the other vehicles, Sam just grinned as 'Uncle Bobby B' lowered the price to four thousand. He had a car, which put him one step closer to getting a girl.
"Sam." Looking out his window, Sam was slightly surprised to see his dad frowning.
"Before we get home, you should know that we'll be taking care of the godson of an old family friend. He's your age, so the two of you will probably get along." Shrugging, Sam decided not to comment. He would reserve judgment until he actually met the kid, right now he was more interested in driving his new car home.
Checking his eBay account, he groaned. He still didn't have any money. He had the car to take out the girl, but he didn't have any money. Leaving his room, he considered picking up Miles and going down to the lake but had to ditch that idea when he saw a green-eyed beauty helping his mother carry flowers. "Oh Sam, meet Orion. Orion, my son Sam."
"Hello. It's nice to meet you." Slightly startled by the soft voice and British accent, Sam shrugged a bit.
"Um, hi."
"Sam, I don't like footprints on my grass. That's why I built my path." Still stunned by the petite teen's beauty, Sam silently stepped onto the path his father built. Orion was tiny, standing at only about five foot four with large emerald green eyes. His shoulder length black hair only served to emphasize his pale skin and stunning eyes. He was dressed simply in black jeans and a black dress shirt over a green t-shirt. The half open black shirt, elvin features, and loose hanging hair made it rather easy to mistake the short teen for a girl, and he was sure that he would have if he didn't know that the teen was the godson of the old family friend.
"Sam, can you take Orion with you? He needs to go shopping, and it'll give the two of you a chance to get to know each other. I'll expect the both of you back by midnight."
"Sure. Come on Orion."
"Let me put these down." Depositing the flowers next to where his mom was working, Sam grinned as he watched Orion dust his hands off and walk towards him. His mom had extended his curfew by an hour which meant that she must really like the smaller teen. He could work with that.
Sliding into the passenger seat, Orion tried not to let his shock show as he felt a pulse of energy that felt like his magic come from the vehicle. He didn't have a chance to ponder it for long as Sam spoke.
"Did you want to go anywhere specific?"
"Um, do you know where we can find some girls? It's easier to act as a human doll than to shop for myself. Plus, it has the added bonus of making sure anything that I pick up looks good on me."
Grinnnig, Sam headed for the lake. "There's a party going on down by the lake. I'm pretty sure you can find someone willing to help us."
Parking, the two got out and made their way towards the group of teenagers scattered around the lake. Sam suppressed a groan when he saw Trent. This wasn't going to be pleasant.
"What are you guys doing here?" Sam didn't get the chance to answer as Orion spoke.
"Sam's giving me a tour, showing me the sights."
"Why don't you stick around and ditch this loser. I can show you the best spots around." Trent leered at him, causing Orion to give a sweet smile.
"Thanks, but I'd rather swallow a bottle of acid first. Besides, I don't think your girlfriend appreciates you hitting on another guy, unless she's interested in having a threesome, which I doubt."
The horrified look that Trent wore had Sam struggling not to laugh. His humor didn't last for long though as Trent took a threatening step towards Orion. Next to the jock, Orion looked even smaller.
"You think that's funny?" Trent loomed over Orion, trying to look intimidating. It wasn't working.
"It's bloody hilarious." Before Trent could take a swing, Mikaela stepped between the two and pushed her boyfriend back.
Orion didn't really care as he turned towards Sam. "I guess we're on our own. Man, I hate shopping."
Moving back towards the car, Orion was just about to climb in when he noticed Sam staring at the girl that had stepped between him and the arrogant jock. "Sam?"
"Yeah?" Sam still hadn't taken his eyes off of her. Rolling his eyes, Orion climbed into the backseat.
"Get in the car and drive up next to her. I'll do the talking lover boy."
Amused as Sam scrambled into the car, Orion leaned out the window as they drove up next to her.
"Hi, I'm Orion. Do you mind if we kidnapped you for the evening?" Widening his eyes, Orion looked at her innocently, trying not to laugh as she looked at him to see if he was serious.
"Actually, I need help buying a new wardrobe, and anyone with half a brain knows that a pretty girl is the best person to ask for help when they don't know what they're looking for. Plus, I've been told that I make a good human doll."
"Okay. I'm Mikaela by the way."
Leaning back, Orion grinned. "You already know Sam, I'm sure. I'm new to the area and staying with the Witwicky family. Sam was nice enough to offer to take me shopping. So Mikaela, where should we go? And money isn't a problem for me, so don't worry about a budget. I'll even get you both something that you want. It's only fair since you're helping me."
That was the start of a three hour shopping spree at the mall. Sam and Mikaela had fun dressing him up in various outfits, and they did end up buying several bags of clothes, shoes, and various accessories. Then they spent an hour looking for something that Mikaela and Sam would like. He picked up numerous giftcards for Sam, ending up at a total of three hundred dollars. Mikaela was harder to convince, but she finally caved when Orion gave her his puppy eyes and told him that she wouldn't mind getting some tools. Sam was a bit surprised when she told them that her dad was a real grease monkey and taught her everything he knew about cars.
Grinning, Orion had dragged the two into the tools section of Sears and proceeded to buy a tool cabinet and tools to put in it. He had spent nearly two thousand dollars before he was satisfied, and smirked as he asked for the entire purchase to be delivered to Mikaela's house tomorrow. It was dark by the time they piled into Sam's Camaro, the trunk and half the backseat filled with bags.
"Orion, I-"
"Don't even think about refusing to accept my gift. Besides, you can always teach me and Sam how to fix up cars. It really isn't a big deal. My parents left me a fortune, and I also have a trust fund. Money really doesn't matter to me, and I like you guys. Getting you the tools just gives me and Sam an excuse to hang out with you more."
"I don't think you'll win this one Mikaela. We're here." Putting the car in park, Sam turned to smile at Mikaela.
"I had fun. Thanks for the tools Orion. And thanks for listening Sam. Do you think I'm shallow?"
"No, no. I think that, there's more to you than meets the eye."
Smiling, Mikaela got out. "Okay. I'll see you in school Sam. It was nice meeting you Orion."
"Sam's right Mikaela, you aren't shallow. Although, I do think that we'll need to have an intervention if you hook up with Trent again. I'm sure that Sam agrees when I say that you're far too smart and pretty for a brain-damaged jock like him."
"Yeah." Nodding, Sam watched with a goofy smile as Mikaela waved good-bye to them from her front door. Still grinning widely, he started the car and headed home. "Thanks Orion."
"You're welcome."
Smiling as he put the last of his clothes away, Orion crawled into bed, only to groan as he heard the Camaro's engine purr to life. Getting out of his bed, he followed Sam out of the house and grabbed him before he could take off completely on his bike. "Got another bike?"
Grabbing what had to be his old bike, Orion quickly followed Sam. The taller teen may not have noticed, but he could see that the car was driving itself, which had him wondering if it was similar to the old Ford Angelina that was currently living in the Forbidden Forest of his old world. But, it felt different. The Ford had felt rather like an echo, a ghost of a living being. It was sentient, but not truly alive, just an echo. The Camaro was sentient, and alive.
He could feel its life pulsing, rather like a heartbeat, but the energy that he felt from it was vastly different to anything he had ever felt before, except for his own magic. Orion wasn't sure if he should laugh or cry when he glimpsed the giant yellow robot, that clearly was Sam's Camaro.
Backing away with Sam, Orion cursed when he glimpsed the dogs. Grabbing Sam's hand, he dragged the other boy as he began to sprint. He was starting to wish that he had just stayed in the house when they scrambled up onto a pair of barrels to escape the snapping jaws of the two guard dogs. Then Sam's car showed up and chased the dogs away. As Sam threw the keys and made to run, Orion darted after the car, managing to bang his head against the door frame as he tripped.
"You aren't going anywhere. Shut yourself off now." The words were whispered harshly, but Orion wasn't in the mood to be nice. Thankfully, the car listened to him and he snagged Sam's keys form the ground and moved towards where Sam had banged his head against the hood of the police cruiser.
Ignoring the blood trickling down the side of his face, he glared at the officers. "He got away while you two were busy ignoring your surroundings. I didn't even get a glimpse of his face, but he had some kind of skeleton key that he used to steal the car."
"Get your hands on your head!"
Glaring darkly, Orion wondered if he would get in trouble if he decked the officer in front of him.
"What was that Fifty-Cent? Were you eyeballing my piece?"
"Are you on drugs?"
"I want your badge number, as well as the name of your superior. You are making false accusations and won't even allow me to file an assault report. Sam's right, you're the one acting like you're on drugs."
It took another hour, but they finally were released and Orion took grim satisfaction in knowing that the idiot officer would be taking a drug test. It seemed that they were the last straw that broke the camel's back. Collapsing into bed, Orion decided that he would deal with the Camaro later. He needed to sleep before he would even begin to ponder the giant robot turned Camaro, especially considering it looked like a more complex version of his Animigus form, which he still hadn't even managed to shift into just yet. One of the other reasons he had been studying electronics and how magic affected them.
Groaning, Orion slowly opened his eyes, only to wish that he hadn't as he felt four other signatures similar to the Camaro's. This was not going to be a pleasant evening. Looking outside his window, he sighed as he saw Sam and Mikaela in the backyard, both looking rather frazzled. Having long ago accepted that his life would never be normal, he dug around his new clothes for a suitable outfit for what looked to be a very long night. Finally settling on a pair of black cargo pants, he slid them on, a studded belt making sure they stayed on his slim hips. Pulling out a black long-sleeved underarmour shirt, he squirmed into the skin clinging material, a black vest was zipped over it.
Hearing Sam arguing with his parents, he made his way out of his room and into Sam's, just as Mikaela introduced herself. Tying his hair back into a tight braid, he tucked it down the back of his vest so it would stay out of the way. Following Sam and Mikaela into the kitchen, he quickly tied on his black boots.
"You guys distract my parents while I slip out the back and give them the glasses." Orion shrugged, knowing that he could get an explanation later. Sam never got the chance to slip out the back though as they glimpsed men swarming around outside. Frowning, Orion followed Sam and Mikaela to the front door and grinned as he heard Judy threatening to kick ass if the man didn't get his men out of her flowers.
"Bingo, bag them and tag them." Handcuffed, Orion started to snicker as he was shoved into an SUV between Sam and Mikaela. His life was just too surreal at times. His snickers quieted down as they began to drive away. Sitting silently, he idly listened to Sam and Mikaela talk with Simmons. His attention was focused on the five beings he could sense. Hearing the meter go off, he braced himself for impact.
When the car landed, the roof completely torn off, he grinned as Sam spoke.
"Taking the children was a bad mistake." Ignoring the drama going on, he quickly picked his handcuffs and climbed out of the car. Moving towards Optimus Prime, he carefully studied the giant robot. Alien robots, he could deal.
"Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man." Snorting with laughter, Orion let Sam and Mikaela deal with the secret agents, instead turning his attention back to Optimus Prime.
"Hi, I'm Orion. We can do full introductions later though."
"Agreed. Up you get."
Clinging to Optimus Prime's shoulder with Sam and Mikaela, Orion grinned as they ditched the helicopters and hid under a bridge. His grin quickly disappeared when Mikaela fell, the only thing keeping her from a messy death was Sam's grip on her. Moving to help, he was a moment too late as Sam lost his grip entirely and fell, Optimus swinging forward, trying to catch the two teens on his foot. He managed to slow their fall, which gave Bumblebee enough time to snag them. Unfortunately, it also caused Orion to loose his balance and plummet down to the hard concrete.
The harsh impact he expected never happened as he found himself floating momentarily before landing with a soft thud. It seemed that his magic still worked. Rushing over towards Sam and Mikaela, he managed to latch himself onto one of Bumblebee's entangled limbs. Feeling the large robots fear, he desperately tried to tear him free, only to be yanked off by two soldiers. Snarling, Orion yanked himself free and tackled one of the men that were freezing the large yellow robot. But like Sam, he found himself being dragged towards the vehicles and ordered to be placed in with Mikaela.
Finding himself in a helicopter, Orion did his best to keep from loosing his temper. Arriving at Hoover Dam, he could feel Bumblebee's pain and tried his best not to let it overwhelm him. Listening to Simmons talk, he found himself going rigid with fear as he felt Megatron. The vicious looking robot felt dark, but that wasn't what had him trembling. He could feel a taint that whispered of madness and cruelty. It was even worse than Voldemort's presence.
Listening to Sam describe the All-Spark, and how Megatron wanted to use it, Orion felt a growing sense of dread fill his stomach. Even more so once he saw and felt the Cube. It was raw energy, and just being near it had him buzzing. Watching the phone transform, Orion felt sick when Simmons fried it, killing it. The tiny robot may have been insane, touched with the same taint as Megatron, but it still was alive. The All-Spark created life.
Desperately trying not to be sick, Orion didn't pay attention to his surroundings until he saw Bumblebee. He was latched onto the robot's left leg before anyone could blink, and didn't let go until Bumblebee held the now mini Cube. Taking it from the robot, he quickly got into the Camaro with Sam and Mikaela, sitting in the back seat as he held onto the Cube. The energy of the Cube seeped into him, making him able to sense the alien robots even more clearly. Which was why he could feel what had to be the Decepticons catching up behind them.
Entering the city, chaos ensued when they were attacked. Struggling to his feet, he snagged the Cube and made his way to Sam and Bumblebee, eyes welling with tears as he saw the injured robot struggling to get up. Wiping his tears away, he quickly moved to help Sam and Mikaela hook Bumblebee up to the tow truck.
Grabbing the Cube from Sam, Orion held it tightly. "I'll hold onto this. I have experience running for my life. Keep up." With no time to argue, Sam simply nodded and the two sprinted towards the building that Lennox had pointed them to. Seeing Starscream, Orion tackled Sam out of the way until the cost was clear. Narrowly avoiding colliding with a SUV, Orion darted to the side and sprinted as fast as he could, Sam right on his heels. Feeling Megatron getting even closer, Orion pushed himself to move even faster. Refusing to look back, he put his experience of sprinting to class when he was late in a castle full of staircases to good use as he headed for the roof. Making it to the roof, he heard Sam light the flare. Seeing the helicopter, he ran to hand the Cube over, only to fling himself back as a missile was fired. Sam dragged him to his feet and over to the edge of the building.
Fear stealing away his voice, he was vaguely aware of Sam telling Megatron that he would never hand over the Cube. Clinging to Sam, Orion felt himself falling as Megatron destroyed the building beneath them. Optimus Prime caught them before they could fall to their death, cradling them against his chest to protect them as he made his way down to the street.
"Sam, Orion, you risked your lives to protect the Cube."
"No sacrifice, no victory."
"If I cannot defeat Megatron, you must push the Cube into my chest. I will sacrifice myself to destroy it. Get behind me."
Doing as they were told, Orion handed the Cube to Sam. "Sam, throw me the Cube when I tell you to. If Optimus is determined to destroy it, then we'll take Megatrn out as well."
He had barely finished speaking when they were forced to dart apart by an explosion. Seeing Optimus down, and Megatron crawling towards them, he locked eyes with Sam, reflexes allowing him to snag the Cube in mid air, roll beneath Megatron, and shove the Cube up. Power surged through him as it combined with Megatron's spark. In moments, the cube was gone.
"Sam, Orion, I owe you my life. We are in your debt."
"Prime, we couldn't save him." Looking at the torn body, Orion darted forward.
"He's still alive. I can barely feel him, but he's still clinging to life." Scrambling, he climbed up Optimus Prime's leg and onto Jazz's chest, slipping into his exposed spark chamber. He had barely touched Jazz's spark when he found himself being drained. He didn't try to fight it, instead pushing as much energy as he could spare into the nearly lifeless robot. He was vaguely aware of a few surprised shouts before he slipped unconscious.
Optics wide, Ratchet immediately went to work, stabilizing Jazz as quickly as he could. He was still in critical condition, not to mention in stasis lock, but the small boy seemed to be keeping Jazz's spark from fading, energy flowing between the two in a continuous cycle. Connecting various circuits and fuel lines together as quickly as he could, Ratchet was relieved when the energy being pulled from the boy dropped to a thin trickle, just enough to keep Jazz stable.
"Optimus, I need to repair Jazz in the next few hours before the boy loses anymore energy."
"Load them onto Ironhide. Will you be able to use parts we can scrounge up here?"
"For a temporary fix only. But it will buy me enough time to properly repair him."
"Alright. Take Ironhide and find a building you can use. I'll find the parts that you'll need as well as grab Bumblebee's legs."
"No, you had better all find a place to hide. We'll get the parts and tools that you'll need. Give us a list and we'll see that you get what you need." Shouldering his gun, Lennox stared up at Optimus, daring the Autobot leader to argue.
"Very well. Ratchet, what do you need?"
Rattling off a long list of items and tools, Ratchet carefully placed Jazz's body into Ironhide's bed. Running even more scans, he added another dozen items. It was a race against time. How the boy had even picked up on the faint pulse of Jazz's spark had him baffled, but he wouldn't wonder on it until after he had Jazz out of stasis lock.
"Ratchet, I'm going with you. I can help." Needing all the help he could get, especially with the more delicate areas, he simply ordered Mikaela to climb into Ironhide's cab.
Groaning, Orion curled himself into an even smaller ball. His entire being was exhausted, so much so that he wasn't even able to open his eyes before he slipped back into sleep. When he next woke, he found himself being carefully deposited onto a soft bed of cushions. Forcing himself to stay awake, he opened his eyes and looked up into a vaguely familiar face.
"Yo Ratchet, he's awake." Groaning, he half-heartedly glared at the mech.
"I should have left you for scrap." His voice was hoarse and barely legible, but his displeasure was clearly heard. A deep chuckle from beneath him rumbled through him, startling him slightly. It seemed that he was lying in the bed of Ironhide's truck.
"Don't try to move." Ignoring the medic's orders, Orion slowly eased himself into a sitting position, using the ample amount of cushions to prop himself up.
"I'm just drained, nothing else. If I was out for longer than a week, than you can worry." Feeling both stiff and limp as a noodle was not a pleasant experience, but Orion ignored his discomfort so he could study Jazz.
The mech was sitting next to his bed, looking rather battered but whole, which was a vast improvement from when he last saw him. He could still feel himself being drained, but was hesitant to cut the connection.
"How long was I out?"
"Three days. Jazz, you're still draining him. Can you stop it?"
"I don't know how to." The frustration and worry soothed Orion far more than it probably should have, but it was a relief to know that Jazz was at least stable enough to no longer need his energy. Carefully pulling his energy back to him, the link he had created faded away until it no longer existed. Relieved that Jazz seemed to be fine without his energy, he sunk further into his nest of cushions.
"Primus. How did you do that? How did you transfer energy into Jazz's spark?"
"No idea. I can feel your sparks, which was how I knew that Jazz was still alive, if just barely. I forced my energy into him to keep him alive, so he can heal. My energy would have been leeched into him until I was down to just what I needed to keep alive or I woke up and stopped it. I'm nearly tapped out as it is, so I really hope that you won't need to use me as a battery again."
Content to just lounge, he hoped that he wouldn't be questioned more. He was exhausted, which made him cranky, even if he was happy that he had been able to save Jazz. Flinching when a light was shined in his eyes suddenly, he gave a soft groan before turning and squirming his way into his cushions until he was completely hidden from sight.
"I'm fine. Go 'way." Cuddling into his cushions, Orion hid his face as he felt the cushions carefully being lifted off of him. He couldn't even escape from alien doctors, and the thought only made him groan again when he realized that his Animigus form clearly had to be a younger version of the mechs. His life really was too surreal.
"Ratchet, what are you doing?"
"Searching for a buried patient. Optimus, come and help me dig him out." Crawling even further into the cushions, Orion hoped that Ratchet would be stopped before he was found. He really didn't feel like being examined at the moment.
"Ratchet, have you even introduced yourself?" Optimus sounded amused, causing Orion to grin as he used the chance to crawl into Ironhide's cab through the back window. Ducking down with his pilfered cushion, he hoped that he wouldn't be ratted out. A soft chuckle echoed quietly in the cab before warm air began to blow gently through the vents. Smiling, he curled around his cushion in the backseat and quickly fell asleep. A nap sounded lovely, especially since it would allow him to regain his leeched energy as well as allow him to avoid an examination for a little longer.
"Ratchet, let the youngling be. Is Jazz stable enough to transport?" Giving an annoyed huff, Ratchet dropped the cushion he had been holding.
"As long as he isn't jostled too badly, he will be fine. He still can't shift into his alt mode, not until I can properly repair him, but he isn't in danger of going into stasis lock again. It will be a while before he's cleared to do more than sit around."
Any argument that Jazz may have made was cut off by Ironhide. "Don't even think about arguing Jazz. The kid won't be able to keep you from off-lining again, not without killing himself. From the way Ratchet's fussing over him, he nearly did himself in the first time. It also doesn't help that he couldn't receive proper medical attention because he couldn't be moved more than three meters from you. I'll chain you up myself if you don't behave. Now make yourself useful and stuff those cushions into my cab so he's less likely to hurt himself if he rolls over."
Opening his doors, he slowly eased himself closer to Jazz, revealing the sleeping form in his backseat. Subdued, Jazz did as he was asked. His brush with death really sinking in with how willing Ironhide was to not only assist Ratchet with keeping him grounded, but his gentle care of the petite human that had saved him, Jazz decided to do exactly as Ratchet told him for once. Stacking the cushions on the floor, he made sure that even if Ironhide were to suddenly slam on the brakes, the boy would fly forward into a thick stack of cushions. He would be safe, not to mention comfortable, as he slept. Tossing the extra cushions into the front passenger seat, Jazz watched as Ironhide closed his doors with the softest of clicks.
"Ironhide, will you be able to haul Jazz?"
"Yes Optimus. Ratchet, how fast can I go?" He did not want to haul the smaller mech around any longer than he had to. Jazz would tease him mercilessly if he hauled him around at anything less than thirty miles.
"The speed limit. A hard jolt will tear something loose, which is why he can't shift into his alt mode until I fit him with stronger parts. Keller said that we'll have the parts he can get made without drawing unwanted attention in a week. Supplies to make the rest of what is needed ourselves should either be waiting for us, or arriving in the next few days. If we're lucky, Jazz should be fully repaired in a month. Bumblebee was lucky that I was able to fix his legs without too much difficulty. Optimus, I want a fully working medbay before anything else is done."
"And you'll have it Ratchet, as soon as possible. We should not have to rely on Orion unless absolutely necessary. He's risked his life for us more than enough already."
A/N: Thanks for reading. If you review, please don't make any mentions of Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, for I still have yet to see it. If you do want to adopt this story let me know since I would love to read it. Everything that is posted is everything that I have written/typed that concerns this idea. I hope that someone will choose to use this idea because I can see this being a truly good story, even if I can't write it myself. Thanks for reading, and reviews are always appreciated.