Fealion: I have no defense as to why I started yet ANOTHER fanfiction. All I know is that I have fallen in LOVE with Peter Cullen's (Optimus Prime) voice!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Transformer. Micheal Bay and whoever he works for owns the movies and Hasbro owns the toys. The only things I own in this story are Silverlight and Morwenna.

Rated M for language and hints at torture and experimentation on sentient beings.

To readers of my other stories I am working on new chapters; it was just kinda hard to think when this popped into my head.

To everyone reading this; Enjoy!

*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight

As I read this I am struck by how—young I was before. Not young in the customary definition of the word; I was never granted the experience of a 'normal' sparkling-hood by any means, forced to process reality with a maturity far beyond my years by circumstances that were outside of my control.

No; by young I refer to the fact that my former race was so short lived—their bodies decaying long before they truly acquired the chance to live.

What was my former race you ask?

It should be obvious; you yourself are one.

Humans; organic beings who live with all the vitality of a shooting star—passionate, alluring, entrancing—and extinguished far too quickly. They are brash, arrogant and crude; yet they are also kind, humble and they possess the strength of will that leaves us in awe of them time and time again.

When my kind first arrived on the planet called 'Earth' they did not know what to expect—they were as wary of humans as they were fascinated by them. And when they met the boy…

But that is a story for another time.

THIS is a story of a young organic femme; a woman by human criterions who went from believing in an ideal—to living it.

My name is Silverlight and this—this is my odyssey.

*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*

"~—give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean

Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes!

Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between

Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide.

There was nothing in sight but memories left abandoned

There was nowhere to hide, the ashes fell like snow

And the ground caved in between where we were standing

And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve.

So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean

Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes across this new divide~."

Morwenna Morrigan hummed along with her i-pod as she drew a picture of the Allspark, her concentration focused completely on the paper before her. Absently she brushed a lock of chestnut hair behind her ear, brown-green eyes squinting as she considered the drawing for a moment before she sat back in her chair with a tired sigh. Pressing the power button on her cell phone to check the time she groaned at how late it was, one eyebrow raising in question as it buzzed in her hand.

"Hello?"

"Mor-Mor!"

Morwenna stiffened in her chair and closed her eyes as a host of unpleasant memories assailed her. Why did HE have to call?

"What do you want dad?"

"Can't I call my baby girl just to say 'hi'?"

'Frag no!...

Great; now I'm cursing in Cybertronian.'

"That's what they invented texts for."

'Not to mention I wouldn't have to listen to your slagging voice.'

"But that's so impersonal Mor-Mor! Besides I wanted to ask you what you were up to."

Morwenna sighed, pushing herself up from her chair and walking towards her window, eyes absently staring at the stars as she rubbed her thumb and middle finger together in a subconscious effort to keep herself calm.

"I was just about to go to bed dad; you know I get up around 5 every day."

"Oh. Well I just wanted to remind you how much I loved you and that I'm praying for you."

'Fuck you asshole.'

"Yea…Thanks. Hey listen; I'm sorry to cut this short but it's almost 1 here. I really need to get to sleep. I'll call you when I have more time?"

'Like I would ever willingly talk to you.'

"Well I have some…..Some conferences to attend for the next couple of days; how about I call YOU say on…..Friday?"

Morwenna gritted her teeth, angling the mouthpiece away for a few seconds so that he couldn't pick up on her angry snort before adopting a falsely cheerful tone. She absolutely HATED it when he tried to manipulate her like that.

"Of course—just remember that it can't be too late. Talk to you later."

"Bye. I'll pray for you!"

'Thank Primus he bought it!'

Morwenna hung up the phone quickly and leaned against the window with her eyes shut tight; battling inside herself with the emotions and memories that came up every time she heard his voice. She released a shaky sigh and took deep breaths as she tried to calm herself down, the flood of emotions threatening to burst the wall she placed in between them and herself. It had been 6 years since he was convicted; you would think that she'd be able to move past it by now….

Her eyes shot open as someone rapped on her window, smiling in relief as she noticed Riddle waving at her from the other side of the glass and pointing at the door. He was tall at 6'4" with slightly wavy light brown hair and dark chocolate eyes with a thin yet wiry build. He was older than her at 26 but acted so much younger that it was a wonder to her that he managed to make it into the military in the first place, much less stay in it for as long as he had.

Shaking her head Morwenna moved to open the door, leaning against the door frame and looking at the taller man expectantly.

"Hey Wen! So I got this insane craving for ice-cream and I thought 'Hey, as long as I'm going on a midnight munchies run I should ask Wen if she wanted to come too!' So will you; please,please,please,please PLEASE! You know they won't let us off base unless we have a 'buddy' so PLEASE!"

Morwenna laughed; her brooding put on temporary hold as she listened to the hyper man in front of her. She had met Tom M. Riddle(1)—and yes; he was teased for having the same name as a fictional Dark Lord—at her first duty station; he had already been on the ship for nearly a year and she was still fresh out of boot camp. He had been assigned to her as a 'mentor' until she became more familiar with the ship and he took it graciously, showing her how to move around without getting lost and where her equipment was, inviting her to do things with him when it became painfully obvious that she was more likely to sit in her rack all day than socialize.

"I don't know Riddle; are you absolutely SURE that you need more sugar this late at night? You look like you could take on Godzilla with how hyper you are right now."

"Naw; I was thinking more Monty Python—and how many times have I told you to call me TOM? I swear that if you don't break out of that habit I'm going to dye your hair purple!"

Morwenna made a face as she closed her door and followed Tom down to his car, opening the passenger door and getting herself situated before responding.

"Yea and then you can be the one who takes the heat when I'm out of reg's in class tomorrow."

"As long as it isn't Chief Guero;*shudders* he's scary."

Morwenna smirked at that, leaning against the seat and humming softly as they drove towards the nearest supermarket.

"So….how've you been 'Wen?"

"I was fine until about 10 minutes before you came to get me."

"Why?"

Morwenna shrugged, turning her head to stare out of the window.

"HE called."

Tom pursed his lips as he focused on the road, silence reigning inside the car. It wasn't until they were waiting on a red light that Tom spoke up, his dark eyes boring into Morwenna as he stared at her intently.

"If you hate him that much, why do you still talk to him?"

"….Because it makes life on mom and my brothers easier if he doesn't nag them about why I'm not talking to him. That and if I do he WON'T bring up another pointless and costly court case against my mother for 'poisoning us against him' even though he does a fucking fantastic job of it himself."

"…..Is it really that bad?"

"Can we just not talk about it please?... The lights green by the way."

Tom rolled his eyes as he put the car into gear, pulling out into the middle of the intersection right as Morwenna noticed a swerving SUV with no headlights—headed straight towards them.

"HOLY SHI—!"

There was the squealing of tires, the crunching of broken glass and the shriek of twisting metal as something warm sprayed against her face and agonizing pain pierced her stomach and then—….. Nothing.

*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*

Morwenna moaned as she came to, opening her eyes a sliver only to slam them shut again as bright light assaulted her senses. Cursing softly she rolled onto her stomach, the pine needles of the forest floor making her squirm uncomfortably.

Wait…..Forest?

Morwenna's eyes flew open and her head jerked up as she took stock of her surroundings, surging to her feet before finding out that was NOT a good idea. Groaning she put a hand to her head, waiting until the dizziness had passed before looking around her in wary confusion and nearly giving herself a heart attack as a bird burst out of a nearby bush. Placing a hand on her chest she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, forcing herself to think calmly in the situation she found herself in.

'Let's see…Got my clothes and shoes—thank god. I've heard WAAAY too many stories about people waking up in unexpected places butt-ass naked. Umm; have my i-pod—no boredom! Until the battery runs out anyway; slag. Thankfully I have a little cash—won't immediately starve at least.

Oh: my phone!...That doesn't have any reception. Great.

How did I get here anyway? The last thing I remember is driving in the car with Tom…and…fuck.'

Morwenna leaned against a tree as her fear threatened to overwhelm her; how did she get here? Where was she, why was she here and how did she escape from the car wreck? And then there was the most important question of all—where the frag was Tom?

Shaking her head Morwenna pushed what she was feeling to the back of her mind; she had to find a way out of the forest first—then she could let herself freak out about what might have happened to Tom. Nodding her head at her plan Morwenna glanced up to the sky, noting the position of the sun and taking off in her chosen direction. She would have to hit civilization eventually if she kept on walking in a straight line….right?

Hours later Morwenna wasn't so sure of herself anymore; it seemed like no matter how far she walked there was nothing but trees, trees and more trees. Idly she wondered just how the hell she had gotten here—she'd already come up with about a half-dozen ideas but was sure that if she voiced them to ANYONE she would be staring at the inside of a padded room in a happy jacket faster than you could say Primus.

The faint sound of gravel crunching underneath tires had her looking around eagerly, running towards the source of the noise in an effort to flag down whoever was driving the vehicle before she lost them. Sprinting to the top of a ridge she was just in time to see a large black truck disappear over the top of the next hill, her instincts instantly on high alert at the large machine gun that was mounted on the back. Morwenna walked with her hands laced above her head, catching her breath as she made her way down to the road before entering the trees on the other side, unwilling to show herself to the people inside the truck until she knew that they wouldn't try to use the machine gun on her.

Silently she followed the road, shuddering as she spotted some of the more—ah, creative determents to keep people from whatever they were doing out here.

Then she spotted the sign.

US GOVERNMENT PROPERTY

NO TRESSPASING

TURN AROUND NOW OR ELSE YOU WILL BE SHOT

'Lovely. I doubt that they're going to believe that I just woke up out here either—they'll probably shoot me and say they thought I was some type of spy or something.'

Morwenna stood next to the sign, indecisive as to what she should do—until she heard voices headed in her direction.

'SHIT!'

Quickly she sprinted back into the bushes, nearly screaming as she literally ran into a bear that had been killed by one of the traps. Knowing it was a long shot she tried to scurry underneath the large animal, thanking god as she discovered a shallow indentation on the ground that allowed her to be covered without getting crushed. Morwenna made her breaths as shallow and quiet as possible, blood rushing through her ears as the voices came closer.

"—nderstand why we're still keeping those—things alive."

"Hey; we gotta refer to those things as NBE's if we don't want our asses kicked outta the sector. It's boring as hell, but playing guard duty for a base out in the middle of nowhere is pretty cushy you gotta admit."

"Dude; have you seen some of the freaky shit that comes outta those robots? Their blood can eat through ya like acid man!"

"*snort* I think you're on acid Diegos."

"Am fucking not! Why the hell are we out here anyway?"

"Some techie thought he detected a human heat sig somewhere around here; all I see is a fucking bear."

"Dude me too. Wanna tell 'em that their high tech 'sensory node' is on the fritz again?"

"Fuck no; did you hear the headache they caused the last time it went haywire? 'Sides I told 'em about the idiot that was trying ta sneak one of the smaller NBE's outta here and we're leaving soon. You tell 'em."

"Man, fuck you."

Morwenna remained tense as the soldiers gradually walked away from her hiding spot, a combination of fear and incredulity freezing her in position.

'Robots? NBE's—….as in more than one? Hidden bases; acid blood?

... . . . . . . . .

What. . .The. . . FRAG!

Nonononononononono: There is no WAY that I got sucked into Transformers!…Is there?'

Morwenna took a deep breath, the dirt entering her mouth making her cough and reminding her of where she was. Shimmying out from underneath the bear she noticed that it had been a couple of hours at least from the time she had first crawled under—it was a lot darker and the bugs had started to come out with the falling temperature. Cautiously she made her way towards the base, raising her eyebrows in faint amusement as she noticed that there was no fence.

'A little arrogant are we?'

Spotting an enclosure for one of the buildings generators Morwenna started to form a plan, noting the position of—or rather, the lack of guards as she dashed to the cover of the enclosure. She grimaced as she noticed a window that faced the generators, rolling her eyes when she saw that the window had blinds drawn and the sounds of a water cooler reached her ears.

'This is WAY too easy. I thought Sector 7—if I really AM in the Transformer universe—was supposed to be more paranoid?'

Cautiously she made her way under the window, freezing as a couple of large Army personnel carriers whipped past the enclosure and down the road, dust whipping up behind them as she looked on in confusion.

'What the hell?'

Flattening herself against the wall beneath the window as she heard steps approaching the cooler Morwenna rolled her eyes, resigned to these people practically GIVING the information away.

"Have the meat-heads left yet?"

"Those "Meat-heads" as you call them are what make it possible for you to sleep at night you know."

"So?"

"*sigh* Yea they've left; that means we'll be done soon right?"

"Soon as we finish up our final experiments; then they're going to de-com all the NBE's before re-fitting this place into an Air base."

"And when will THAT be?"

"Either tonight or early tomorrow morning."

"Thank god; the large yellow one was starting to creep me out."

The speakers' companion snorted as they moved away, his response intelligible though it was followed by a sound of indignant rage a few seconds later. Morwenna cautiously tested the window, pushing it open and slipping inside as she went over the new information.

'Big yellow one?. . . . The only two yellow autobots that I know of are 'Bee and Sunstreaker; no idea whose yellow on the 'Con side. And from the sounds of it there are more than just one 'bot—different sizes too.

Fuck fuck fraggity fuck! If they're gonna try and 'de-com' 'em tonight I don't have much time to keep that from happening. Where the hell are they keeping them?'

Opening a door marked 'Office' Morwenna stared at the inside for a bit before grinning; she could use this. Most of the electronics and paper-work had been cleared out already—probably an Army Officers office then—but there was enough equipment that had been abandoned that would make for a lovely electrical explosion once she got it all set up. Finding a screwdriver in one of the desk drawers Morwenna set to work, knowing enough about electronics to know what NOT to do if you didn't want a fireball on your hands.

Unfortunately for the remaining Sector 7 that is exactly what she wanted.

It was 9:46 pm when Morwenna finished her creation and looked at her phone for the time, leaving the final two wires that would activate the self-built timer undone as she explored the rest of the building. She didn't know what they had been doing to the NBE's or for how long, but she would be damned if she didn't find some type of proof to bring these ass-holes down.

Spotting a door with a key-pad lock Morwenna looked around, going to a window to make sure that no one was approaching from the outside before turning back to the door with a determined look on her face. Bracing herself against the door frame she lifted her foot, kicking the door repeatedly with all her strength until the door splintered and allowed her access. Looking around she felt her anger, disgust and shame rise at some of the pictures tacked to the wall—they reminded her of the pictures she had seen at the Holocaust Museum.

The only difference was that they were robotic instead of human.

She couldn't help but wonder though; how did they find so many? Shaking her head she moved to take the pictures down, placing them in a pile on one of the desks and covering the top one with a piece of paper so that she wouldn't have to look at it. It was with far less enthusiasm that she checked to see if any of the computer's had been left logged on, breathing a soft 'Thank you Primus' as the desktop popped up.

Grateful that the tower to the computer was so small she accessed the main database, noting with a faint sense of dread that the earliest file was marked 1991—which reminded her; what was today's date anyway? Going down to the time on the bottom bar she clicked on it, staring at it for a while before a wry smile curled her lips.

March 17, 2007.

'I went….4 years and 3 months into the past. *snorts* Now I can add time-travel along with dimension hopping to my resume of 'Weird Shit I've Done'.

At least—if I plan this right—I'll be able to save Jazz.'

Smiling faintly at the thought of saving the silver autobot she started copying all of their research and dumping it onto the computers personal hard-drive before erasing every file she could find. There was no way in hell she was going to leave this shit if she could destroy it instead. She didn't know the passcode to get back onto the tower once she shut it off but figured that it didn't matter—if Frenzy of all 'Cons could hack into POTUS with barely a thought then this should be no problem for the Autobots.

Double-checking that everything was on the drive she wanted to take with her she shut it down and unplugged it from everything, grabbing the cord as she tucked it under one arm, grabbing the pictures on her way back out the door and made her way back to the room that held her 'bomb'. After sticking the screwdriver in her pocket she went through the rest of the drawers in the room and gave a small cry of triumph as she located a small canvas bag—it wouldn't be able to hold much but the handles fit around her shoulder pretty well and she stuck the compact tower and pictures in it before twisting the two wires together.

Slipping out the way she came in Morwenna edged her way to the back of another building and waited until someone shouting told her that they had spotted the fire. She looked around the corner of the building to see where they came from, ducking back behind it as the bomb went off. She smiled at the panicked yells of the gathered Sector 7—serves them right for experimenting on sentientbeings; no matter if they were organic or not. Swiftly she moved towards the entrance that a large group of scientists had left, staying low to the ground as she ran to the cover of some large vehicles.

Cautiously she scanned the lay-out of the room, cursing as she spotted 3 camera's and a card/ thumb-print activated lock on a wide set of double doors that she just knew she needed to go through.

Then she noticed the vents.

'I hope to Primus that they don't have laser trip-wires or any nasty shit in those.'

With a resigned sigh Morwenna hiked the straps further up her shoulder and took out the screwdriver, working as silently as possible as she loosened the grate enough to be able to slip inside, pulling it back into its original position when she was done.

Hopefully no one would take notice of the pile of screws on the floor.

Armed with nothing more than a vague sense of the direction Morwenna set off, scratching an arrow at every turn and fork in the vent-work. Several times she had to back-track and take a different route, her temper growing shorter—and worry larger—with every passing minute.

What if she didn't make it in time?

Gritting her teeth she pushed on faster than before, letting out a startled yelp as she felt herself falling; a painful 'omph' signaling that she had reached bottom. Groaning she turned onto her back as she regained her breath, propping herself up with one elbow to look out the grate she had unwillingly landed next to.

'What is it with creepy places and long, barely-lit hallways?'

A high pitched mechanical keen had Morwenna nearly jumping out of her skin, eyes narrowing into slits as she identified the noise.

'They'd better NOT be doing what I think they're doing.'

Huffing in agitation Morwenna pulled the screwdriver out of her pocket, undoing the screws and slipping out from the grate as she made her way towards the source of the keening, flinching as more sounded out from a static-y voice processor. She kept the screwdriver held tightly in one hand, ready to stab the first thing that tried to grab her.

Reaching the end of the hallway she turned left, her steps growing more cautious as she saw light spilling out of an open doorway. Leaning against the wall right outside the door she took a couple of fortifying breaths to try and keep herself quiet before she cautiously peered into the room.

Nothing she had ever seen before could have prepared her for this.

Protoform exposed; energon being bled from countless tubes connected to the lines; white spark thrumming wildly inside its exposed casing from where the plating had been removed. Morwenna took this in with increasing horror; the lack of coloring and large, expressive blue optics that were dilated in crippling panic telling her one thing.

This….this was a Sparkling.

*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight

1. The name "Tom M. Riddle" belongs to JKR. I'm just playing with it for my own amusement.

"New Divide" is owned by Linkin Park.

Next Time: Morwenna gets pissed, the origin of the Sparkling(s) is revealed, and we get to meet a certain yellow Cybertron mech…..

Review and await eagerly for the update my mechlings!

'Till all are one!