*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

I was sitting in the passenger's seat of Bumblebee's alternate mode while eating a powdered doughnut. Luckily Mikaela had brought her suitcase which also carried her wallet; a wallet full of money that she had managed to forget about until this morning. Since Sam and I were on America's most wanted list, her and Leo had to do all of the "grocery" shopping. In the end they bought dozens of bags of chips, a huge pack of bottled water and a big bag of powdered donuts which I was eating from at the moment.

Another stroke of luck was that Mikaela and I were the same size. Since I had been in the same clothes since I left the campus, she was generous enough to allow me to borrow an outfit of hers and it was a very cute outfit as well.

I now had on a blue tank top, a black blazer, dark blue skinny jeans and her black ankle booties with a three inch heel. I was kind of happy that the heels weren't stick thin. They had about an inch of thickness to them so if I needed to run I could do so without worrying about tripping or hurting myself.

She also let me use her make up. I knew that there was no use in putting it on, but it would make me feel a whole lot better about this situation. It would heighten the normality of it, though I didn't think that was quite possible. A girl could only try though.

Right now we were driving over the George Washington Bridge to get to New York with Mudflap and Skids behind us. It was actually very cool and had we not been here for this particular situation, I would have been tripping over the scenery but right now I just decided it would be best to eat my donuts.

"This guy robowarrior; everything about anything alien he's supposed to know. One time we revenge hacked his site and maybe I saw some of your alien drawings or whatever and maybe even a piece about these hatchling things you speak of," Leo said from the backseat.

"Sounds pretty legit," I claimed as I stuck another doughnut into my mouth.

"One crumb on my seats and you're done," Bumblebee said. I chuckled and swallowed the last bit of the snack.

"Where are we supposed to be going though?" Sam asked as Bumblebee slowed down.

Up in front of us was what looked to be some sort of meat store. Bumblebee parked next to the curb and Mudflap and Skids each parked behind us.

"A meat store?" I asked as I stepped out of the car.

"Yes," Leo answered me as he and Mikaela stepped out of the car.

Sam got out and immediately put on his baseball cap and lifted his hood. I shook my head. I knew he was trying to keep from being recognized but even I wasn't worried much about disguising myself.

"This is it. Yep. Deli; good front," Leo said. He started towards the door and the three of us followed him until he stopped us. "Alright. Wait here and I'll give you the go or no-go," he told us before walking into the store.

I huffed and turned around. "How long are we supposed to wait out here?" I grumbled.

There was now a middle-aged man staring at me from across the small intersection and it was making me quite uncomfortable.

"I'm not sure. Who are you looking at?" Mikaela asked me.

"That sweaty man in front of you. I think he knows who we are," I stated. The man began walking over to us. Suddenly, Sam grabbed my shoulders and pushed me into the store. I tripped over my feet but before I could fall Sam caught me. I heard Mikaela snicker behind me.

"A little warning next time," I grumbled.

All of a sudden Leo's voice echoed throughout the building. I steadied myself and stood beside Mikaela. "It's him! It's him! That's the guy right there," he yelled.

He was pointing to a middle-aged man behind the counter. Sam looked rather shocked by this turn of events, as did Mikaela. I on the other hand had no clue what was going on.

"No," the man spoke.

Sam removed his hood and his hat. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Alright! Meat store's closed! Everybody get out!" the meat man exclaimed.

Everyone began filing out of the shop. All I wanted to know was what the hell was going on here.

"You know this guy?" Leo asked as he walked back up to Sam. He still had a bewildered expression on his face.

"Yeah. We're old friends."

The man circled around to where Sam and I stood.

"Old friends? You're the case that shut down Sector Seven. No more security clearance, no retirement, no nothing; all because of you and your little criminal girlfriend. Look at her now, so mature." Mikaela gave Sam a look and the man looked at me. "Ah. And little Azalea Lennox; daughter of Major William Lennox."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Who are you and how do you know me?" I inquired.

He chuckled. "Seymour Simmons. And how do I know you? They've got your face and Sam's face all over the news." He turned to Sam. "NBE One still kicking huh? How did that happen? Wait, don't answer that. I don't know what you're hiding, but I don't want anything to do with it," he exclaimed.

"Moron, where's the white fish?"

"Don't touch me with the pig!"

Our eyes shot over to another worker who was beating raw meat with a mallet. Seymour sighed.

"Diego," he called.

The mallet came down on the counter. "What?"

"You don't just get a Christmas bonus standing around. You want those new teeth you saw on Skymo?" Seymour asked. The man nodded his head. "Help her out," Seymour commanded before he turned back to us.

"You live with your momma?" Mikaela baited. I snickered.

"No. My momma lives with me. It's a big difference. Look, I don't know why you're here but I don't want any part of it. I have bagels to smear. So goodbye. You never saw me. Vanish," he exclaimed as he began to walk away.

I grabbed him by the arm and he turned to face me. "Can you please just give us like five seconds? We need your help."

He raised a brow. "Really? You need my help?"

Sam walked up to him.

"Look. I am slowly losing my mind, okay? I had a little crab bot plunge a device deep into the soft tissues of my brain and started projecting little alien symbols like a freaking home movie. Not to mention Lea here is about to be violated in the worst way a girl can be violated. The Decepticons are trying to use her as a freaking hatchling day care center and on top of that we're wanted fugitives. So you think you got it rough? Just look at us!"

I placed a comforting hand onto his shoulder. Seymour's glance was alternating between the two of us.

"Hatchling day care center and projecting symbols?" I nodded. "Meat locker now!"

He instructed us to follow him so we did. We came to a freezer where dead pigs hung. I grimaced and carefully stepped through them.

"Dead pigs," I heard Sam laugh.

Mikaela gagged. "Yuck."

Seymour knelt down onto the floor and pulled on a latch. "What you're about to see is top secret. Do not tell my mother," he told us as he pulled open a compartment.

"Swine flu. Not good," Leo said. I snickered and we all began the journey down the small ladder.

"Now you know. Next time you eat a goat or a pig, there's a story behind it," Seymour said as we all entered his secret room.

I hopped down from the last step and looked around. The room was fairly large. File folders and books were stacked against the walls. There was a small sitting area in the center of the room and a door way that lead to a separate room. Other than that medals in frames hung on the walls and even a small Decepticon head was being displayed on top of a podium. Leo took it upon himself to make a move to touch it, but Seymour quickly reprimanded him before turning to me.

"First we'll start off with you. What exactly were you told?" Seymour asked me.

I shrugged. "When Sam and I were in that warehouse yesterday, all that bug bot said was that I was ready to be probed for incubation. I didn't know what it meant until Mudflap told me that he thought they wanted to use me as some sort of hatchling survival kit. He said it wasn't possible but that they would find a way to make it possible," I explained to him.

He sat down in one of the chairs and I sat across from him. He pushed a file folder over to me and I opened it up to see a page labeled 'NBE/HUMAN INTERFACING'. I scrunched my eyebrows up.

"NBE?" I asked Seymour.

He chuckled. "You know him as Megatron."

My eyes widened and I nearly gagged. I closed the folder and looked at Seymour.

"Okay. I'm not going to read that only because I have a very vague idea about the topic. So, care to elaborate on what exactly is in that and what it has to do with why I'm a wanted fugitive?"

He sighed and sat back in his seat.

"About ten years ago, long before this whole alien apocalyptic dilemma, we had one woman who worked closely with NBE One. She knew everything there was to know about him; she had much more knowledge than most of the other workers. She knew every circuit, every glitch, and every compartment.

"One day she discovered a certain compartment. This compartment held an unknown fluid. We still don't know as much as we'd like to about their species as a whole, and neither did she, but she loved to take a risk, no matter what that risk costed. She studied the strange liquid for months and soon enough she found that it was somehow compatible with the human egg," he started.

My eyes widened. "What are you getting at?"

He held a hand up to me. "Allow me to finish my tale please. Now, she decided to experiment with this so she inseminated herself. No one knew this until the 'child' was born. We knew it was different from the moment we saw it. It looked just like a human baby, but had a strange hue to it and it's bright blue eyes were nothing short of transcendent."

"The child grew just like any other child though it grew faster in regards to mentality. It could walk and talk at a much earlier age then most human babies. The crazy thing was though it had the physical appearance of a human, it could transform. We ended up having to exterminate it though. It was dangerous and we couldn't risk it hurting anybody. The mother was exceptionally upset about it, but after a while she understood what we had to do," he finished.

I just stared at him not able to even process what I was just told. "What does this mean?"

"It means that your alien friends are wrong. It's very possible. If they're to fail at retrieving what they need from Sam, you're going to be a back up plan. Even if they do get what they want from Sam, I can almost assure you you'll find yourself locked up in a cage with him. My guess is that they want to use you to start the creation of their own techno-organic army of some sort. Once it works with you, millions of other women in the world will just up and disappear. The Decepticons know what they're doing. Don't underestimate them, Lea."

I took a deep breath. If any damn alien robot was going to be watering my flower, it was going to be Ironhide. He was a huge pervert but that topic had never really come up between us for obvious reasons: he was twenty feet tall and his lesser self had every human accommodation except what was needed for that specific activity. Although Ratchet was working on making their human forms as anatomically correct as possible, it would be a while.

"But why me?" I growled.

"It all comes back to Ironhide," Sam said.

I just sighed and shook my head. Of fucking course. How could I forget Starscream's killer revenge plan?

"Wait. Am I missing something here?" Seymour asked.

Sam laid a hand on my shoulder. "As strange as it sounds, Ironhide is her mate."

Seymour looked surprised. "Well, I'm not judging. Let's move onto cube brain over here," he said.

Thank goodness. I honestly didn't think I could take anymore of that. The thought of becoming a Decepticon sex slave wasn't exactly something I wanted to happen to me.

Seymour got up and placed the folder back on a shelf before grabbing a different one. He opened it up and showed it to Sam.

"Are these the symbols you're seeing in your head?" Seymour asked him.

Sam's eyes brightened and he took the folder from his hands. "Where did you get these?"

I stood up as Seymour walked over to a pile of folders and started climbing.

"Before I got fired, I got all of S-Seven's crowned jewels. Seventy five years of alien research that points to one inescapable fact. The transformers have been here a long long time," he said as he grabbed a box. "How do I know?"

He tossed the box down to Leo who caught it. Seymour continued.

"Archaeologists found these unexplained markings in ancient ruins all over the world." He jumped down from the pile and headed over to the table in the middle of the room. "China, Egypt, Greece."

He laid down three pictures of of different structures with Sam's symbols on them.

"Shot in nineteen thirty two. Are these the symbols you're seeing in your head?" Seymour asked.

I turned my attention to the wall in front of us where a video was being projected. Men in turbines stood in front of a wall in which symbols were engraved all over.

"Yeah."

"The same ones over here right?" Sam looked back to the pictures on the table.

"Tell me. How did they all end up drawing the same thing? Aliens. And I think some of them stayed," he picked up a folder and opened it up.

"Check this out. Project Black Knife. Robots, in disguise, hiding here all along. We detected radioactive signatures all across the country. I pleaded on my knees with S-Seven to investigate it but they said the readings were infinitesimal; that I was obsessed. Can you believe that? Me? Obsessed?"

Sam nodded and I snickered. "Yeah. Megatron said that there was another source of energon here."

Seymour raised his brows. "On Earth?"

"Yes. On Earth. He said that these symbols and these maps would lead him to it," Sam answered.

"Have you talked with your Autobot friends about this?" Seymour asked.

"No. The source is before them. Whatever the energon source is it predates long before them," Sam answered.

"So, it comes before them?"

"Yes."

Seymour sighed. "Well then we're porked. Unless we can talk to a Decepticon. I mean, I'm not on speaking terms with one of them," he chuckled.

Mikaela perked up. "I am," she spoke.

Everyone looked at her.

"Seriously?" I asked.

She nodded. "Come with me."

She began walking back up the stairs and I followed after her. We carefully avoided the dead pigs and headed back into the empty shop before heading outside.

"So, you and Ironhide, huh? I definitely didn't expect that at all," she smirked as we approached Bumblebee.

I chuckled and scratched the back of my head. "It's complicated. The only thing I can say is that I love him. No matter how damn annoying he is."

She just laughed. "Bee, can you open up your trunk? We have to retrieve something."

He whirred and the trunk popped open. Mikaela grabbed a metal box from the back and to my surprise it started shaking. I shut the trunk and the two of us walked back into the store and into the meat locker before heading down the steps again.

Mikaela sat the box down on the table and opened up the latch, immediately grabbing onto a chain as a small Decepticon popped out of the box. The boys and myself jumped back, startled by the creature.

"I will have so many Decepticons on your butt," the small thing claimed.

Mikaela took out a small hand torch and pointed it at the bot. I raised a brow.

"Hey! Behave," she demanded.

"What is that? A Decepticon?" Sam asked. He smacked the chain.

"Yeah."

"And you're training him?" I inquired.

"Trying to," she huffed.

"I spent my whole adult life scoping the planet for aliens and you're carrying around one in your purse like a freaking chihuahua," Seymour said calmly.

The Decepticon turned to face him, an agitated look on his face. "You want to throw down you pubic fro-head?" the bot countered. I snorted back a laugh and Mikaela bent down towards him.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry about your eye. But you know what? If you behave I'm not going to torch your other eye. I'm not going to torch it. Can you just tell us what these symbols are?" she asked, talking to him as if he were some sort of baby.

The small bot bent down to look at the pictures.

"I know that. That's the language of the Primes. I don't read it but these guys, they'll translate it for you. And I know where to find them," he told us.

Seymour smiled. "Show us."

The bot turned around to face the map and suddenly green lasers shot out, each one of them stopping on some sort of city. The one that caught my eye was Washington D.C.

"The closest one is Washington DC," I said.

"I say we get going," Seymour said.

I smiled. This should be fun.

A/N: I definitely know that is not really the description used for a techno-organic and I'm sorry, but I'm lazy. I'm lame, sorry, but don't hate me, please.

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