My god, all my other stories are screeching at me, but then act all coy as soon as I sit to write. this little thing, however, is perfectly happy to be written. The other stories should be hammered out soon. I hope. And I have some stories to beta, but I forgot for a while, but now I remember! Yay! Enjoy.

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Harry wondered what Simmons could possibly want with him. Seriously. It was ridiculous. All he wanted was to watch his large, frozen alien, maybe soon to be his boyfriend? That would be good, even if he didn't know how well he'd go at actually dating the alien. Regardless of what happened with Barbara, he didn't want to go see Simmons. The man was actually a great big bag of dicks. But, the man was his boss, so he'd do the mans bidding. He was to meet the man just outside one of their smaller labs. Smaller being relative, of course, given the fact that they kept a frozen (semi-frozen) alien and a giant fucking cube in two of their 'larger' labs.

The well dressed man was waiting outside a door, and he tapped his watch imperiously. He turned to go in, and Harry barely managed to restrain his face from shifting into what he thought of Agent Simmons. Harry followed him and ended up looking at a large clear box. Probably made of plexiglass. Or plexi-plastic. Hopefully not actual glass, because this was science, and shit tends to go haywire when science tried to intervene in real life with its grubby paws.

Not that Harry was complaining, he loved the grubby paws of science. Just not near breakable glass.

Well, not near lots of breakable glass that could possibly explode in his direction, at any rate.

There were other scientists mulling around, looking infinitely superior. Harry had found, in his months at Sector 7 that everyone tended to act superior, bar the security guards, the janitors and a few special exceptions on the science staff. Especially towards him, seeing how he tended to be significantly younger than most of the workers. Everyone else just needed a good, hard vacation from life. Not that Harry would tell Barbara this, because the man would totally take him seriously.

Especially now Harry knew the man totally liked him too.

No, he wasn't preening, whatever gave you that idea.

"Alright people, we have our brightest all gathered here for this experiment. We shall proceed momentarily." Simmons said loudly, and people moved closer to the case, ceasing their chatter. Anderson frowned at Simmons comment, though, looking at Harry. He opened his mouth, but a combination of Harry glaring viciously at him and the experiment starting quelled whatever he had to say about Harry.

Dick.

One of the scientists put a phone into the see through box, and Harry waited patiently through the explanation. Powered by the cube, okay. Barbara once told him it was called the All-Spark. Which was kind of presumptuous but, you know, giant alien robots, so they can probably get away with it.

Harry jerked back to attention when Simmons channeled the power of the All-Spark through the wires, into the box and into the phone. For a second, nothing happened. And then the phone jumped to life, spinning around and looking at everyone. Its cute little blue eyes and absolute brilliance astounded Harry. They'd just created life. Harry had never thought it possible, outside of works of fiction. It may not be a conventional human life form, but it was life. And it was adorable and…and…Harry could feel it.

The little thing had, somehow, attached itself to Harry's magic. He could feel the little bot, it's own life force pulsing alongside Harry's own. The wizard had no idea how that had happened but it had. Harry smiled, clapping and laughing like the rest of the scientific staff. For once, he couldn't find it in himself to hate them. This miracle was too much.

And then Simmons flipped a switch, and Harry felt as the bots life was ripped away from him. He felt tears welling in his eyes and so much hatred in his heart. How dare they kill him? He had been alive, happy, Harry had felt him. And now he was gone. They started to shuffle out of the room, a few to go write up the experiment, others to ruminate on the implications of the experiment. Simmons, too, left. Only Anderson and Harry remained. One to study the remains, and the other mourning.

As soon as the door sealed shut, Harry turned to Anderson, who was unaware that he was still there, intent as he was on the poor little bots body, and palmed his wand. A flash of red later, and Anderson was unconscious. Harry lifted the little bot to him, cradling the small form to his chest, and left the room. If that bloody cube had given him life, then it could give it back. Harry found that, contrary to his upbringing, he had no moral qualms obliviating everyone he walked past. They would never know he was in the cube room.

Harry clambered over the barriers to the cube. He was on a mission. He needed to feel the life returning to the little bot, or Barbara might never get the chance to level this place because the way he was feeling right now, he was one failed jump start away from a bad case of the genocides. Harry pressed the little bot flat against the cube. A ripple ran through the alien object, and Harry could feel the faintest flicker of life. But the little Cybertronian himself was battered. He didn't seem capable of sustaining the new life he had been given, blue eyes barely slitting open. The pathetic noise it emitted wrenched at Harry's heart.

He looked at his wand and wondered. He was, after all, made of metal and circuitry. It wasn't like a healing spell would do to much, but, unintentionally, another spell might. Harry gripped his wand.

"Reparo."

The metal started to shift, and inside the bot circuits mended.

With a chirp and a whir, the little bot righted himself in Harrys hand, sitting down and completely content. One of the stunned scientists stirred slightly, and the bot panicked. Shifting quickly into a Nokia phone once more, Harry was amazed.

And so ridiculously ecstatic.

He'd bring the little guy in again tomorrow and show Barbara his new … pet? No, not quite. That wasn't right, because he clearly had the capacity to be intelligent. Child would actually be more appropriate. Which was odd. Harry hadn't ever really thought about children. As he walked out of the facility, however, he found that he didn't mind the thought, or the new weight in his pocket.

He would think about revising that opinion when, upon becoming comfortable in his apartment, the little bot would start to eat things that were metal and electronic.

The brat.