Emma the lady spark

Chapter 1

The world around me was a blur of confusion and fear as I slowly came to my senses. The last thing I remembered was being in my room, curled up in bed, staring at the screen of my laptop as I tried to unwind after a long day. But now… now, everything was different.

I was lying on something hard and cold, the air thick with smoke and the metallic scent of burning debris. My body ached all over, but it was the sharp, searing pain in my chest that jolted me fully awake. I gasped, instinctively reaching up to clutch at the source of the agony, but the pain was so intense that it sent my head spinning.

What… what happened?

With a groan, I forced myself to sit up, wincing as the movement sent fresh waves of pain through my chest. My fingers brushed against something wet and warm, and when I pulled my hand away, I saw blood. My blood. I looked down, blinking through the haze of pain, and saw that my shirt was torn, a jagged wound in the center of my chest. But there was something else, too—something glowing faintly beneath the surface of my skin.

Fear gripped me as I realized the source of the strange warmth radiating through my body. It wasn’t just an injury. There was something inside me, something that pulsed with an unnatural energy, and I could feel it spreading through my veins, filling me with a strange and terrifying power.

I struggled to my feet, my legs shaky and unsteady. The city around me was in ruins, buildings crumbled and cars overturned, flames licking at the edges of the devastation. The night sky was lit with an eerie orange glow, casting long shadows across the shattered landscape. I staggered forward, each step sending fresh jolts of pain through my chest, but I couldn’t stay here. I needed to find help—someone, anyone who could tell me what was happening.

The further I walked, the more desperate I became. The city seemed deserted, the only sounds the distant crackle of flames and the occasional groan of a collapsing structure. I was alone, injured, and terrified, with no idea where I was or how I had ended up here.

As I stumbled over a piece of debris, my vision swam, and I fell to my knees, gasping for breath. The warmth in my chest flared again, stronger this time, and I doubled over, clutching at the wound. I could feel the energy building, threatening to overwhelm me, and for a moment, I thought I was going to pass out.

But then, just as I was about to lose consciousness, I heard something—a low, rhythmic rumble that seemed to vibrate through the ground itself. I forced myself to look up, blinking through the haze of pain, and saw a massive shadow fall over me.

A giant figure loomed above, its blue and red armor gleaming even through the smoke. My breath caught in my throat as I realized who it was—Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots. He was real. But this wasn’t just some movie or dream. He was really here, and so was I.

"Help… me," I managed to whisper, my voice weak and trembling.

Optimus turned, his blue optics locking onto me. I could see the surprise in his gaze as he took in my appearance, but he didn’t hesitate. He moved toward me with the precision and grace of someone who had seen too much destruction, too much pain.

"You’re injured," he said, his deep voice filled with concern. He knelt down, his massive form moving with a gentleness that seemed impossible for something so large. "We need to get you to Ratchet. He’ll know what to do."

Before I could respond, everything went dark. The last thing I felt was Optimus gently lifting me into his massive hands before the world faded away.

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When I woke, the sharp pain in my chest had dulled to a low, throbbing ache. The warmth, however, was still there, pulsing steadily beneath my skin. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking against the bright lights above me. The ceiling was metallic, lined with glowing screens and machinery that hummed softly. I was lying on a medical table, surrounded by advanced technology that looked far beyond anything I had ever seen.

My heart pounded as I turned my head, trying to take in my surroundings. That’s when I saw him.

A giant figure, taller than any human, was standing a short distance away, his back to me as he worked on a console. His green and white armor gleamed under the overhead lights, and I recognized him immediately. It was Ratchet, the Autobot medic.

I watched in stunned silence as Ratchet worked, his movements precise and focused. This was real. He was real. But I still didn’t understand how I had ended up here, in this world, with these beings.

Before I could even begin to process what I was seeing, another figure stepped into view—Optimus Prime. His massive form seemed to fill the room, his blue optics glowing softly as he looked at something on the console in front of Ratchet.

I must have made a sound, because both of them turned to look at me at the same time. Optimus’s gaze softened when he saw I was awake, and he moved closer, his towering form still somehow managing to seem gentle.

"You’re awake," Optimus said, his deep voice filled with a warmth that surprised me. "How do you feel?"

"I… I don’t know," I stammered, my voice shaky. "Where am I? What happened?"

Ratchet approached, his expression serious but not unkind. "You were found unconscious in the city," he explained, his voice calm and soothing. "You were injured, but that’s not the most concerning thing."

I frowned, trying to understand what he meant. The warmth in my chest flared again, and I winced, clutching at the wound instinctively.

Ratchet’s gaze followed my movement, and he nodded slightly. "You have a piece of the AllSpark embedded within you," he explained carefully, his tone filled with concern. "It’s what’s causing the pain—and the energy you’re feeling."

"The AllSpark?" I whispered, my mind reeling. The AllSpark was the source of life for all Cybertronians, the artifact that had been destroyed in the final battle. But how could a piece of it be inside me?

"Yes," Optimus confirmed, his voice gentle. "When the AllSpark was destroyed, fragments of it were scattered. It appears that one of those fragments struck you, embedding itself in your chest."

My breath caught in my throat as the weight of his words settled over me. The energy in my chest pulsed again, and I could feel it now, spreading through my body, filling me with a power that both terrified and overwhelmed me.

"What does that mean for me?" I asked, my voice trembling.

Ratchet hesitated, glancing at Optimus before he answered. "It means that the energy of the AllSpark is now a part of you. It’s keeping you alive, but it’s also changing you. And… removing it could be fatal."

The room fell into a heavy silence as I tried to comprehend what he was saying. I wasn’t just injured—I was now connected to something ancient and powerful, something that was never meant to be part of a human.

"I don’t have anywhere to go," I admitted quietly, staring down at the wound in my chest. It was the truth, in more ways than one. I was completely alone in a world that wasn’t my own, with no idea how to get back—or if I even could.

Optimus knelt down beside me, his optics meeting mine with a kindness that made my throat tighten with emotion. "You’re not alone, Emma," he said softly. "We’ll protect you. We’ll help you figure out what this means and how to live with it. You have a place with us."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I nodded, overwhelmed by everything that had happened, but also by the unexpected kindness of these beings. I was a stranger in a strange world, with an unimaginable power inside me. But at least I wasn’t alone.

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice trembling.

Ratchet gave me a reassuring nod, his demeanor softening. "We’ll take care of you, Emma. You’re one of us now."

As I lay back on the table, exhausted but no longer afraid, I realized that my life had changed in ways I could never have imagined. But with the Autobots by my side, I felt a glimmer of hope. I didn’t know what the future held, but I was ready to face it—one step at a time.