Transformers Fan Fiction ❯ Fragments of Allspark ❯ Musings ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3: Musings

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Bumblebee grunted and shifted position. Much to the Witwicky's dismay, the Autobot took his promise to its fullest extent.

“You're Aria's guardian now, Bee, watch over her and protect her when I'm gone.” Sam said with a lopsided smile as he leaned on the family's car. “Don't let anything happen to her, all right?” Sam bumped knuckles with his much larger comrade.

And Bumblebee intended to do just that, gazing into Sam's old room where Aria's crib now held residence. Sam and Mikaela had a small apartment but Aria's grandparents had prepared a nursery just for her visits.

 

The dead of night provided enough cover for Bumblebee to transform and stand, one hand resting on the open window pane. Bumblebee was enamored with the child. He had never felt such a strong desire to protect anything. Perhaps, as Prime suggested, it was just because Aria was the first earth infant he had ever encountered. Even at their creation, transformers had defenses that ensured their survival. Bumblebee supposed Prime was right; he always was. But something about this baby, even though she was still frightened of him, pulled at emotions Bumblebee didn't know a transformer could possess. He was a sleuth, a top spy and master of disguise. Certainly he had been through far too many battles to not have developed his full emotional range. The stars knew that even though he was still a young Autobot, he was among the most experienced. Aria's light brown fluff of hair stirred in the gentle breeze as her perfect cherry lips made sucking motions in the midst of a dream. The Autobot pushed his thoughts aside and rested his head on his hand and watched, ever faithfully, over the precious girl sleeping in his presence. Well, at least she wasn't crying, Bumblebee's laugh rumbled softly at the thought.

 

 

Optimus Prime was also experiencing a calm, yet restless night. He had entrusted three remaining fragments of Allspark to his soldiers and the last too himself. The fifth still remained around Aria Witwicky's neck. He kicked back and folded his arms under his head, gazing at the stars. Prime was fully content with trusting the Allspark as it was divided. The boy was a loyal friend and he and his family gave the transformers every convenience this planet held. All should have been well…yet his thoughts crept to troubled musings. Where were the rest of the Autobots? They needed time to get to Earth, maybe even more than the years they already had. He flicked on a switch worn from overuse and a blazing emblem cut through the night into the deep sky. The sigma of the Autobots would bring them yet. Surely he and the other three were not the last ones remaining. Surely Megatron's revolt hadn't reached that far…Sure as the triangular fragment residing deep within his body.

 

One other transformer's thoughts kept him from a restful stasis, though he had been in stasis for longer than he cared to imagine. Starscream's wings were coated deeply with dust and threatened to encroach on his delicate inner workings. He dared not transform, however, as his cover in an abandoned hangar was too precious to blow. His disrepair after four years of constant jet form was itching on his mind. Just a small while longer, he calmed himself. Days, even. Megatron couldn't possibly think up something this brilliant.

 

Starscream almost transformed in alarm as something disturbed the long grass outside his hangar. As if on cue, a small bot that must have once been an Xbox 360 skittered up to his wheel. The small Decepticon was young, born during the last battle, when the cube was lost. But every bot had its uses.

“The message has been delivered, master, the others come. And the time is right, if you strike within the week.”

Starscream smirked. Oh yes, he would shine more brilliantly than Megatron ever had.

 

Deep below the earth, in the far recesses of a distant ocean cleft, a minor eruption wren the earth apart. The earthquake was not much, hardly noticed by the sonar equipment placed to measure underwater volcanoes. The vent created by the underground river of magma started to emit boiling water. It was small, but it was more heat than that trench had ever seen before. The magma winked through cracks here and there, shedding the smallest light upon a steel eye. The ocular constricted with great difficulty and a faint red light emitted from it grew stronger and was beginning to startle small deepwater creatures away from the vents boiling warmth.