The saver of the world, three times over, peaked out the window of his apartment he owned with Carly Spencer at the sound of a horn beeping. Spying the yellow camaro waiting on the road below, Sam Witwicky hurriedly pulled on shoes and raced outside. "Bee, what are you doing here? I thought you had to help the other 'bots with clean up."

The camaro shifted on its tires and the driver door opened. Sam frowned but got in without question and the camaro speed off. "Bee, is something wrong?" Sam asked after minutes of silence.

The radio clicked on and Frou Frou sang through the stereo:

Don't make a sound shh listen
Keep your head down - we're not safe yet
Don't make a sound and be good for me
'cause I know they're waiting somewhere out here

Sam closed his mouth and began looking around, keeping his fingers on the steering wheel just in case they passed someone on the busy streets of D.C. They pulled into the Autobot's base, passing the same guards who crushed the front end of his other car. Bumblebee drove pass soldiers to the Medical Bay. Lt. Colonel William Lennox opened the passenger door and got in and Bee continued to drive the Wreckers, Optimus Prime, and the others following the little yellow car.

"Will, whats going..." Sam started to ask the soldier, but was shushed quickly.

"Not yet Sam, just be quite for a little while yet." Sam nodded his thumb causally caressing the Autobot symbol in the middle of the wheel.

"Sam we have reason to believe that the Decepticons have not all left." The low, soothing voice of Optimus Prime informed the young adult.

"But they have no one to lead them, right? I mean you've killed the Fallen, Megatron, Shockwave and Sentinel Prime... and, and I killed Starscream. There's no one to lead them!" Sam rambled.

"This is true, but we didn't get Soundwave and there are many more Decepticons than we had knowledge of." Optimus leans down, almost putting his face to the ground as he did when they first met that fateful day four years ago, a life time ago... no make that three life times ago. "We have plans to clean out the remaining Decepticons here and then leave this planet in hopes to keep the Decepticons from trying something like last time."

Sam frowned, "I... I... understand." Sam stuttered, almost on the verge of tears remember the last time he thought the Autobots, his friends, had left him. "But, why are you telling me this?" Will agreed with this, remembering the feelings that almost choked him when he thought they had left as well as wondering why he was here.

Ratchet was the one who answered the question however. "You two have been the ones to have stayed with us through thick and thin. We wish to give you a choice to come with us when we leave. Also," Ratchet paused giving his leader a look and received a nod in return. "Also we have discovered that you both have... well, you have spark signatures."

AN I have no real clue where this is heading. It popped in my head and I wrote it down. I don't even know if it will be continued or not. I just needed another place to store this on rather than rely on my crappy computer to keep it safe. Thoughts, ideas, and critics would be a wonderful way to get the story moving. If it gets a smooth start I'll even ask for a beta to help keep it going. Let me know what you think.