Simmons pressed his palm against the wall, and a secret door slide open. Open stepping into the secret room filled with bookshelves, papers and a small T.V. upon a side desk. A long table in the middle of the room. Y/N, Sam, Leo and Mikaela all looked around the room, while the news reporter started an investigation.
"An entire city flat. How do you explain that? Are you saying you believe in aliens now?"
"Okay, files, files. We're talking about symbols." Simmons stepped down the steps towards the bookshelves and cabinets. You and Sam both look around the strangely warm room within the cold walking freezer, when Simmons voice called out and snapped his fingers. "Ey! still radioactive. Hands off." You and Sam turned to face Leo retract his hand away from an alien object in a box. "Okay, Cube-brain. Any of these look like the symbols you saw?" Simmons asked taking out many papers and books upon the table.
Sam glanced at the papers in shock. "Where did you get these?"
"Before I got fired, I poached S-7's crown jewel, over seventy five years of alien research, which points to one inescapable fact. The Transformers, they've been here a long, long time. How do I know? Archaeologists found these unexplained markings in ancient ruins all over the world China. Egypt. Greece. Shot in 1932. These the symbols you're seeing in your head?"
"Yeah."
"Same ones over here, right? So, tell me, how did they end up all drawing the same things? Aliens. And I think some of them stayed. 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-7 to investigate it, but they said the readings were infinitesimal, that I... was... obsessed! Me. Can you imagine that?"
"Megatron said that there was another Energon source here."
"On Earth."
"On Earth..."
"Another source?"
"Okay? And that these symbols, the maps in my head, would lead him there."
"You talked to your Autobot friends about this?" Simmons asked making you want to punch him again. The image of Optimus Prime came into mind, as well as his team. Everyone's sad faces upon seeing their leader gone...
"No, no, no, the source is before them. Whatever the Energon source is, it predates them. It's before them."
"So it comes before them."
"Correct."
"Well, then we're porked, unless we can talk to a Decepticon. I mean, I'm not on speaking terms with them." Simmons chuckled already giving up. You watched as everyone in the room went silent. You felt rage for being dragged along by force, to ask the ex-government's employee for help. Until Mikaela broke the silence with hope.
"Actually, I am."
A couple of seconds later, Mikaela returned with the same box, containing the mysterious being inside. Your spark reacts again with anger.
"Let me out!"
The voice calls out as it continues to kick and scratch the walls that imprison it.
"This is going to be a little bit sad."
"Open it." Sam encourages Mikaela to open the box, making Mikaela open the box slowly and hear a clear ragged and throaty scary roar. Before the small Deception jumps out and starts to run around, causing the papers to fly off the table. Everyone ducks their heads.
"I will have so many Decepticons on your butt!"
You felt anger.
"Hey, behave!" Mikaela pulled the chains that held the traitor by the shoulders. Pulling it back.
"Easy!" Wheelie, turns and back scratch the chains. Wanting her to let go.
"What is it, a Decepticon?"
"Yeah."
"And you're training him?"
"I'm trying to."
"I spent my whole adult life combing the planet for aliens..."
You could see that the small Deception had one broken eye, long creepy thin spider-like fingers, and two round wheels on his feet.
"Got to get me off this leash." Wheelie growls and bites the chains making you even more angry.
"and you're carrying around one in your purse like a little chihuahua." Said Simmons.
"Huh? Do you want a throwdown, you pubic from head?"
You slammed your hands against the table hard, causing everyone to flinch.
"Listen, you piece of shit!" Your eyes shinned red with anger. "I'm not in the mood!"
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry about your eye, you know, but, if you're a good boy." Mikaela began trying to ease the tension in the air.
Wheelie turned to face Mikaela. "Uh-huh? Uh-huh?"
"Then I'm not gonna torch your other eye. Okay? I'm not gonna torch it. Just tell me what these symbols are. Please." Mikaela continued softly.
I'll do more then torch his eyes! You thought to yourself.
"I'll make you into a piece of scrap metal if you don't comply!" You glared at the Decepticon spy.
"All right." Wheelie backed away from you as if in fear and scanned the papers that Simmons had collected and put them in front of him. "Uh. Oh, I know that." Wheelie points at the papers of each symbol. "That's the language of the Primes." That might be why I recognize these symbols... "I can't read it." Wheelie started again, making frown and groan in frustration. Great... just great... "but these guys... where the frick did you find photos of these guys?"
You thought this was a waste of time, until you heard Wheelie stare at a picture of many old and strong looking Cybertronians.
"Is this they?" Sam asked pointing at the picture. You frown at Sam's wording.
"Yeah. Seekers, pal. Oldest of the old. They've been here thousands of years, looking for something. I don't know what. Nobody tells me nothing, but they'll translate those symbols for you. And I know where to find them."
You stare at Wheelie in suspension.
"If this is a trap, I will be the first to kill you!"
You threatened, Wheelie shudders in response.
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Sparkmate
FanfictionY/N's life changes for the better upon buying old glasses on eBay, and upon meeting the Autobots. Especially Optimus Prime, himself. Now as her guardian, he, Ironhide and Ratchet live with her and her father. Thinking the war was over, Y/N settles b...
