The All-Spark Adult
Disclaimer: I am not Joss Whedon, and don’t own Hasbro. I’m a broke college student that has no life.
AN: This is the third story in The Human All-Spark series because I can’t figure out how Buffy will react. It takes place in the summer between season 3 and season 4 Buffy and during the end of the Transformers movie.
AN2: Also, no beta. So all mistakes are mine. Hope you enjoy, please don’t kill me.
On a hill, in the middle of nowhere, a lone tree gracing the onlookers with the beauty of the fading sunlight glinting off it’s leaves, four Autobots, alien robots from the planet Cybertron, were gathered around two teenage humans. The two humans, a male and female, lay on top of the “hood” of the yellow Camaro, kissing intimately.
One of the Autobots, the leader, in his original form as a tall blue robot with flames on his covering, was speaking, sending a general signal in both Cybertronian and English out into the universe. “With the All Spark gone, we cannot return life to our planet. And fate has yielded its reward, a new world to call home. We live among its people now, hiding in plain sight, but watching over them in secret, waiting, protecting. I have witnessed their capacity for courage. And though we are worlds apart, like us, there’s more to them than meets the eye. I am Optimus Prime and I send this message to any surviving Autobots taking refuge among the stars. We are here. We are waiting.” With that last comment, and the coordinates of Earth sent with it, the message went out to the stars.
But what the Autobot didn’t think of, or didn’t know, was that the satellites orbiting Earth caught some of the signal, and bounced it back to not exactly where the Autobots were located, but just 200 miles southwest of their position. And since it was in a general signal pattern, and it English, it was received and understood by a group of robots that the Autobots had never before encountered.
The robot that was currently handling communications, since all of them hated the job and therefore rotated, was the light blue18-wheeler that was also carrying a refrigerator and a motorcycle that were arguing fiercely in the trailer while their creator, one Alexander LaVelle Harris, tried to keep the smile from his face. Named Cradle for both her motherly nature as well as her function as transport for the rest of the Terrabots, she was currently monitoring the AM/FM radio waves since the group had been split for Xander’s dream of traveling cross country. Hellfire, a 4x4 truck and one of the twins, and Freecare, an ambulance and their medical resident, were still in Sunnydale, protecting the residents until they came back. If they needed help, they would broadcast an SOS.
So, when Optimus Prime’s speech came loud and clear from almost every frequency, Cradle had to immediately pull over before she ran into the car in front of her, or behind her in surprise. Her voice came to her passengers as well as the other vehicle in their caravan. “All-Spark? What is an Autobot?”
Xander, ever articulate despite his education and intelligence said the first thing that came to his mind, “Huh?”
“Optimus! We are getting a signal!” Bumblebee said excitedly. He was the one on communications duty for the moment, and had caught the transmission. Then he got a bad feeling as the rest of the frequency came through.
The leader of the Autobots only felt his heart lighten and he held tighter to the last shard of the Cube that remained after destroying Megatron. “Let’s hear it.”
The voice was rough and held a note of intense anger, “To all Autobots. I am Requiem, the leader of the Terrabots, sole creations of the All-Spark. If you are on Earth, then you have violated our territory and as such will meet us immediately at the included coordinates in four hours. If you truly want peace, you will have all
weapons powered down and in your second forms and wait for us to reveal ourselves. If at any point you try to harm the All-Spark or any Terrabot, you will be killed on sight and any future dealings will be null and void. You have exactly three hours and fifty six minutes.”
Ironhide had bristled at the ‘no weapons’ comment while Prime was silent and contemplating. It was Ratchet that voiced what all of them were thinking, “He said ‘if we try to harm the All-Spark’. How can we harm it, if all that's left of it is the shard?”
Prime looked up at his remaining comrades. “Sam, Mikaela, you will stay here. We must investigate this.” The coordinates put the meeting point only one hundred miles south of their current position, they would make it.
Xander glared at his second in command. Yes, he had told the Terrabot to contact the Autobots. Yes, he had given his a place so that they could meet (which they were already there). And yes, he had told him to specify that no weapons were to be armed. But dammit, he didn’t
tell him to threaten them! Of course, the leader was immune to his stare after so many years and battles together the robot was immune to the death gaze.
It was almost time for the rendezvous, only a few minutes to go. So far, none of the cars and trucks that had passed through the little po-dunk town had registered with the same signature that all other robots gave off. Cradle was starting to get a little nervous, thinking that perhaps the signal was different since they were Autobots. Then, almost precisely at four hours, four vehicles rolled into town, all of them carrying the signal that alerted them as talking robots. Cradle calmed slightly. Now that she knew their signature energy, she broadcast a transmission in her velvet motherly tones. “Autobots, you are seen and acknowledged. Please proceed in single file behind the light blue18-wheeler with the flowers.” She headed out, cruising about twenty miles outside of the town and then opened her hatch so that Angel, Iceflame, and Xander could get out. Then she transformed along with them.
Angel was already transformed into his true form, as he was the second smallest of them at six and a half feet. The smallest, Gadget, was a steel gray PSP and was Xander’s personal protector and homework helper (not that the kid needed it), as well as a spy if needed. He was currently hidden in the All-Spark’s backpack, listening intently to the goings-on. Xander was walking beside Angel, laid back and grinning goofily like he always did. Angel had been modified since his death and was currently shielding Xander’s All-Spark energy from the unknown robots as a precaution. He was very protective of the boy.
Cradle herself was one of the tallest, behind Refractory, at twenty-two feet tall, carrying the trailer on her back like a backpack, though it actually carried a molecular cannon. Her plating was the light blue, a kind of periwinkle, with multicolored flowers in decoration. She stood beside Angel and Xander, ready to whisk them both away if needed.
Requiem was with Iceflame, his pure black coating an interesting accent to her dull blue and purple plating. He was a large tank-like vehicle that Xander had invented himself, filled to brimming with weapons that could kill anything, and had. He stood at thirty seven feet standing, dwarfing the 9 foot tall motorbike.
The four Terrabots were an impressive sight, and the Autobots were just as impressive.
The front of the 18-wheeler of their group seemed to be their leader, as he was the largest at just a little shorter than Requiem. He had red flames on his brilliant blue coating. A yellow Camaro stood at fifteen feet just behind an emergency-vehicle that looked to be 20 feet. Ending with a black vehicle at about the same height. But they had not brought any humans.
The two groups just stared at each other for a long moment, when finally Refractory broke the silence. “Who is your leader?”
The biggest stepped forward just a little. It made the ground shake, but the only ones who would have been affected had been around such things for years and easily kept their balance. “I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots.”
“I am Requiem, second in command to the Terrabots. You have invaded our territory, why?” It was a demanding question, and though no weapons were pointed, promised pain was clear if Prime didn’t answer honestly.
“We were looking for the All Spark.”
All of the Terrabots were instantly on alert and Xander was hoisted onto Cradle’s left shoulder. Angel on her right so that he could be transported and keep the shield on Xander. Requiem gave all of them a look that made them relax slightly, they knew he would protect them. “You ‘were’ looking. You found it then?”
Optimus reluctantly revealed the single shard that was left of the Cube and his eyes jumped to the human when he gasped.
Xander stared at the tiny piece of metal that called to him. He was the one who had gasped, but he hadn’t realized it. Almost without thought, his right hand reached out and the last piece of his soul that had been so completely fused with the All-Spark that they had become one levitated and flew into his hand. With a brilliant flash of blue lightning, the shard vanished into his chest and his soul was complete. His eyes, when before had only turned their brilliant blue when he created another Terrabot, were now permanently that color. His brown shaggy hair had a streak of the same bright blue, and Angel’s shield crashed apart from the rip-tide effect the extra power caused. Xander held on tightly to Cradle as he panted, trying desperately to catch his breath. For the first time in his life, he felt complete and whole.
Angel’s voice is what cut through his whirling thoughts, “All-Spark! Are you all right?!” His tone was terrified. Ever since Xander had almost died years before subsequenting his own death, the refrigerator had been even more protective of the human than he had been before the incident.
Xander’s blue eyes looked up, a smile on his face, “Angel…I don’t feel so…broken…anymore. My chest doesn’t hurt…I can feel them, just like I’ve always been able to feel you guys…It’s like a weight has been lifted from my chest that I didn’t even know was there. It’s wonderful!”
The Autobots were in shock. The thing that they had been searching for, that they were so sad to have lost, was right in front of them. They could feel it, a tugging at their sparks, urging them to be near their creator. At the human’s voice, all four of them dropped to their knees, gentle enough that the ground didn’t shake, but heavy enough that it drew the Terrabots attention.
Prime spoke for all of them, “We are yours, All Spark.”
Xander looked at them and his smile was gentle and kind, “Autobots, meet your siblings, the Terrabots. That’s Requiem, this is Cradle, Angel. That over there is Iceflame, twin to Hellfire, who isn’t here. He’s with Freecare in Sunnydale. Gadget…” the tiny Terrabot made his entrance, making the yellow ‘bot smile a little, “…is right here. Requiem is my second in command, Cradle is the mother hen of us, as well as transportation for those of us with no wheels. Gadget is my little protector, Iceflame being the small protector, able to go in sewers and tunnels.”
He was interrupted by the long-standing joke, Iceflame’s grousing, “Which the smell almost never
comes out without Freecare’s help.”
Xander never missed a beat, “One of the many reasons I created him, we could only stand the smell so long.” He grinned wider at her exclamation of mock-outrage. “Freecare is our medical professional. And would you get up already? I’m your creator, not some…well, I guess I am, but that’s not the point! I’m eighteen years old for Pete’s sake, get up.” He didn’t speak again until they had. “Now, any questions?”
It was the black one who spoke next, “I am Ironhide, the weapons specialist. That is Bumblebee, and Ratchet our medical officer. How…?” He couldn’t seem to get out the words.
Ratchet was the one to clarify, “I believe he means ‘How did the All Spark become human?’”
Xander smiled, “Well, the first Terrabot I created on my own I was five…”
And the continuing story of the Human All-Spark was told.
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