Not taking credit for this chapter

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"How did a joke give you this incredible idea?" Fleur asked as she helped Canopy gather junk metal and concrete pieces.

Canopy shrugged, "A canopy is a type of cover in your language, at least according to your internet," He said from his own pile of junk.

"Wait, hold the phone," Fleur said, holding her hands up as she stared at him with wide eyes, "You can access the internet from your head?"

"Helm," Canopy corrected, "But yes. It was how I, and many other Cybertronians, learnt your languages so quickly."

"Wow," Fleur blinked as she resumed her work, "That is awesome. My Mom would love you."

"She is currently in this other dimension, correct?" Canopy asked curiously as he paused in his work.

Fleur nodded, a sad look taking over her expression, "She's gonna be upset when I don't make it home."

"And what of your other parental unit?" Canopy queried.

"My other Mom would be devastated," Fleur's heart stopped for a second, "Oh, no. My Moms are going to be so upset when I somehow manage to get home."

"Wait," Canopy was confused, "How would you have two Carriers?"

Fleur peered up at the golden brown Autobot in confusion before she realized what he meant, "Oh. Not like that," She said, "My biological Mom is my Mom who is a Lawyer but my other Mom is like a substitute Dad, well at least to me she is. But I have a biological father who donated his "magic baby making" stuff to a company that my Moms went to to help "make" me," Fleur explained, shuddering slightly at the sex-ed stuff, never having liked it in the first place even if she had to learn it.

Canopy nodded in understanding, "That makes sense. So you have a Carrier and a Sire but you don't have a familial relationship with your sire."

Fleur paused thinking over the mech's words before nodding, "Yeah, pretty much."

"Interesting," Canopy mused to himself. Fleur glanced up at his faceplates to see that his expression was extremely thoughtful before going back to work.

"I believe I am done " Canopy smiled when Fleur glanced up.

"So am I," Fleur looked between their vastly different sized piles, "I think...?"

Canopy laughed at her uncertainty, "It's perfect, Fleur."

Fleur shrugged, "Hopefully it'll work out anyway," She smiled awkwardly with her brushing her dusted injured hands down her already dirty jeans.

Canopy nodded, "It'll work."

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"Incoming!" Fleur shouted as she raced back to her Cybertronian friend.

Canopy waited until she had darted underneath him then he crouched over her, the rocks and concrete on his back blending him in with their surroundings.

The pair waited anxiously as they listened for the helicopter blade like beats to pass them. The mini flying drone above them, scanning the surroundings.

A small ding sounded from the drone before it flew off. The hidden two waited for a while. Waiting to see if it would come back to reveal their hiding spot.

"We're in the clear," Canopy grinned at Fleur.

Fleur's nervous face smiled up at him, "Who knew that a joke would save us," she chuckled breathlessly.

Canopy merely chuckled back in response.

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Armies fighting, horses and humans alike dying.

A metallic three headed dragon, and wizard with a staff.

Cybertronian and human.

King Arthur and his Knights.

Suits and swords together. Talismans.

The Witwicky's shall save us all. For if there is no sacrifice, there will be no victory.

Fleur blinked her eyes as a yawn escaped her lips.

She stretched her arms as the metal around her groaned as Canopy moved, "Mornin'," Fleur smiled up to Canopy.

"Actually, it's noon," Canopy corrected, a smile on his derma, "But good morning, Fleur."

Fleur pouted at the mech, "Thanks, metal-head."

"Flower-witch," Canopy shot back.

Fleur's eyebrows furrowed at that, "Did you literally google my name?"

"The Harry Potter series is rather well known on the internet," Canopy shrugged slightly.

"Wow," Fleur deadpanned and Canopy's chuckles vibrated around her.

Fleur's thoughts then focused on the odd words of her dream, "Hey, Canopy?"

"Yeah?" He asked, puzzlement in his voice.

"What do you know about the Witwicky's?" She asked.

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"So the last born to the surname was Samuel James Witwicky, huh?" Fleur pondered.

"Yeah? The name sound familiar?" Canopy asked curiously.

Fleur shook her head, "Only the surname."

If there is no sacrifice there is no victory.