Transformers 2007 (Ray's return)

Chapter 3: Ray

I took the driver's seat and Noah took the passenger. The doors slammed shut and Bee shot away, zooming down the street.

"He seemed nice," I commented after a few moments of silence.

"Who?" Noah frowned.

"That boy," Looking beside me at my boyfriend, I sighed. "Shoot, I forgot to ask his name."

"Eh," Noah shrugged as he gazed out the window. "You'll probably never see him again anyways."

I shrugged and looked out the driver's side window. The sun had almost  finished setting and I watched the city neighborhoods fly by. I wondered where Bee was taking us-what he had  been doing earlier as well as what Noah and I were once again doing in the transformer world.

Bee drove on for a while and I felt myself starting to doze off. My head kept nodding and my eyelids grew heavy....

"Ray!"

My eyes shot wide open as somebody gently tugged my shoulder. "Huh?" Turning I saw Noah was staring at me, his hand on my shoulder.

"Hey," He smiled kindly. "We've arrived."

Groggily I lifted my glasses up so I could rub my eyes. "Arrived where?"

Bumblebee opened his doors in reply. I stumbled out, Noah grabbing my arm to help steady me. "Thanks," I nodded at him.

Bee whirled up into his yellow robot form and beeped twice.

I glanced around, more than a little confused. We were standing inside an old, empty warehouse. At once I had a flashback to the time, I had first met Optimus-the first adventure I had in the transformer world, with Noah Diaz by my side.

There was a revving sound and bright lights. I turned to see a blue and red semi roll into the warehouse.

I recognized him immediately by the silver warrior's faceplate adorning the grill.

There was a clunking sound and he stood up to his four story height in front of us. Blue optics flickering, he nodded at Bumblebee. "You have arrived, I see."

"Optimus!" Before I could top myself, I ran joyfully up to the autobot leader and hugged his leg-or at least tried to; my arms barely went around a quarter of his large foot.

"Ray Lark," I felt one of Optimus Prime's large fingers gently pat my back.  "It is good to see you again."

Stepping back, I grinned up at him in agreement. "It is! It's been so long!!!"

"That it has," His blue optics blinking once, the mighty Prime nodded his head.

Then he straightened, nodding at my boyfriend. "Noah Diaz."

"Prime," He inclined his head, grabbing my hand.

A thought lingered on my mind as I gazed up at the Autobot Leader. "Did you bring us here, Optimus?"

The Prime tilted his head slightly. "I did not-the Primes did. They told me of your presence, and I sent Bee to find you."

"The Primes?" Noah repeated, a bewildered expression on his face. I was equally confused. Who were the Primes? Were they like Optimus? Was there more than just Optimus?

"I had Bumblebee bring you here the moment I detected your presence," Optimus Prime explained. The said autobot threw his hands up and did a little happy jig.

"The others?" I asked him, eyes wide. "The Maximals, Wheelljack, Arcee..."

Prime was silent for a moment, and I caught a blue glimmer in his eyes...a tear?  "They have spread out-in hopes of locating any of our fellow comrades who landed on this planet before us."

Noting the Prime had now turned grave, I put my hand on his metal leg in an attempt to comfort him. "Why do you think the Primes brought us here?"

Optimus Prime shook his head, breaking out of his morose chance. "I do not know. But with Decepticons on the loose, I am taking no chances. You two will be staying with Bumblebee and I."

Noah's jaw tensed. "Decepticons?"

"Here?" I added, my heart skipping a beat.

"They are hunting us down," Making a fist, Optimus punched the ground. "Trying to  exterminate every one of us until we are all wiped from this world."

Bee made a sad whirring sound as he played a radio clip, "Out here, it's cold as hell."

    "But there is hope," Prime's voice lifted slightly. "The Primes-they spoke of an ancient relic. One that would reveal the location of the Allspark."

    His words seemed full of hope, and I mulled over their meaning. The Allspark-why did it sound so familiar to me?

    "We must find it before the Decepticons do," Prime added, his voice turning grave yet again. "If they manage to locate it first, the effects could be catastrophic."

    My mind was made up immediately. "We'll help you!"

    "We?" eyebrows raised; Noah looked at me.

    Rolling my eyes, I put my hands on my hips and scowled at him. "Well, do you want to help the Autobots or not? Maybe that's why the Primes sent us here in the first place."

    A dubious expression was on Noah's face but he nodded, the cloud dissipated. "I DO want to help," he looked gratefully at Optimus. "Especially after all you have done for me." a

    Done for Noah?  At my boyfriend's words I became puzzled. What exactly was he talking about? Before I had a chance to ask for a clarification there was a chirp of sirens.

    Startled, I jumped. "Wh...what was that?"

    "I'm not sure," Noah crept up to the edge of the warehouse and peered out through a dirt-streaked window. "It's a police car," he straightened. "Nothing to worry ab-"

    We all saw it coming before Noah did.

    "Watch out!" the words were jumbled coming out of my mouth.

It all happened so fast.

A missile flew straight through the window-shattering the glass. Noah ducked just in time, throwing his hands up as he was pelted with glass.

"Noah!" With a shriek, I tried to run over to him as another missile shot through the window.

Crying out, I threw myself against the floor as the blast narrowly missed me. What the heck was happening?

"Bumblebee!" Optimus whirled one of his servos up into a gun and began shooting back.  "Take the humans and get to shelter-I'll take care of Barricade."

"Bari-what?" I repeated aloud in confusion as I clambered back up to my feet.

"A Decepticon!" Noah ran up to me and grabbed my arm. Bee transformed into his car mode and my boyfriend dragged me over to him. "Come on, we have to get out of here!"

Noah and I hastily climbed inside Bumblebee. The autobot then revved his engine and broke straight through one of the warehouse doors, zooming down the dark alleyway.

"What about Optimus?" I asked worriedly. The car lurched as a sudden burst of energy hit it.

"We've got bigger issues," Noah groaned, leaning forward in the passenger seat to look out the front window. He pointed. "There's another one and he's a jet!"

Following Noah's gaze, I spotted a silver jet circling in the darkening sky above us. Guns were attached to either wing and he continued to fire down on us.

My heart sank as Bee did his best to dodge the energy blasts.  But on the ground below  we were a sitting target for the jet above.  There was no way out of this.