Barbecued Gators - A Harry Potter/Transformers Fanfic

Chapter Three

Interrogation Room

It had been hours since the two had been placed in the interrogation room. Seeing the plate of donuts that was placed in front of them, Maggie rolled her eyes. Eating sugar wasn't going to help her stay awake. Leaning back in her seat, she watched Glen ate the entire plate, with the exception of a few bites.

"You want that piece?" Maggie didn't respond to that. She hadn't grabbed a donut when the plate was first brought in, why did Glen think she would want one now?

"Okay, Maggie, look. Let me break it down to you how it's gonna happen. They gonna come through that door and be good cop, bad cop. Don't fall for that, all right? That's why I ate their food. See, they put the plate of donuts out here to test your guilt. If you don't touch it, you're guilty. I ate the whole plate. The whole plate. Okay? It's me and you. They walk through that door; you don't say nothing."

Giving Glen a blank look, Maggie wondered how worried she should be when they were finally asked questions. It looked like she would find out soon since the door opened, two men walking in. One was an FBI agent, the other was a guy in a suit carrying several folders.

The man had barely dropped the folders onto the table when Glen began to freak out, pointing his finger at her as he spoke. "She did it! She did it! She's the one you want! All right? I was just sitting at home watching cartoons, playing video games with my cousin. And she came in there. And then..."

"Glen, you freak."

"Hey! I am not going to jail for you or anybody else! I have done nothing bad my entire life! Hey, man, I'm still a virgin." Standing up, Glen was pushed back into his seat by the tall, bald, FBI agent.

"Okay, so what? I've downloaded a couple thousand songs off the internet. Who hasn't? Who hasn't? I promise!"

"Glen, shut up!"

"No, you shut up! Don't talk to me! Don't talk to me, criminal!"

Sitting back in her chair, Maggie gave a frustrated sigh as she waited for Glen to calm down.

"Oh, sugar rush." With Glen resting his head, Maggie finally had a chance to speak.

"This is...this is not his fault."

"See? So can I go home now?" Once again, Glen was pushed back down into his seat.

"Oh, okay. I won't."

"But just listen to me. Okay, whoever hacked into your military system downloaded a file, all right? It was something about someone named Witwicky and some government group, right? Named Sector Seven. You have to let me speak to Defense Secretary Keller before you go to war with the wrong country!"

Seeing the man remain silent, his expression never changing, Maggie wondered just what she had gotten herself into in her search for proof. And even worse, she had dragged Glen into the mess right alongside with her.

Tranquility/Sam's House

Sitting in Ironhide's cab, Harry pondered everything he had just learned. He was fairly sure that his conclusion that the All Spark/Cube brought life to Cybertron was right, but he couldn't be positive unless he asked. And he needed to be sure, especially since he got the feeling that Optimus Prime would rather see the Cube destroyed than in the hands of Megatron. It would mean the extinction of his race, but it would also prevent any future generations from living in a war torn world or being used as weapons.

"Ironhide, the Cube is what gave you and your world life, isn't it?"

Startled by the perceptive question, it took Ironhide several minutes to think of a response. "Yes, it is. The All Spark is the reason that we aren't mindless drones, nothing more than machines. The All Spark gives us our Sparks, what you humans would call souls. The Cube is what creates Sparklings."