Here we have another of my many stories yet to come. It isn't finished yet, like the ones I'd posted previously. It will be, though. It's just a relief to finally post some of these- I literally have over a hundred. Granted, seventy or so of those are no longer than a hundred words and another seven or eight aren't actually stories, they're just notes for reference, but still.

I haven't forgotten the stories I already have up on this site, but I won't be working on those much yet. At least, not at the same time. So please, go to my poll and tell me which one- only Transformers stories -I should focus on. I can only really handle one story that old in the making at a time. Whichever one has the most votes by the first of October will be my primary focus. If there are no votes at all by then, I'll just leave it up until one of them reaches five and not focus on any of them.

Well, here's yet another Transformers fanfiction. I don't own anyone here, so please don't sue me. I hope you like it.

Even before I opened the door, I could tell you exactly what was inside, who was where, and which direction they faced. It was utterly silent inside the moment I entered. The door shut behind me, as soon as I'd passed. I could sense all of their stares on me, and I could also tell what they were all thinking. That, unlike everything else, was because of intuition.

"What are you all staring at?" I demanded, keeping my face forward and down, so they couldn't see my face.

The ground shook slightly and a wind came from behind, a deep boom rattling my bones as a foot came down right behind me.

"Who lets it run around on it's own?" the one right behind me asked, laughing.

"It is going to where it was summoned." I hissed, not stopping as I walked. I was allowed to walk just far enough to make space for another step, scraping my back as his foot came down. I didn't flinch.

"Who told you to speak?"

"I did." I wasn't afraid of these pieces of scrap. "Leave me alone."

Someone laughed. "You're going to take that from a human, Starscream? And, a human sparkling, at that?"

"Shut up." It got cooler above me, and I knew immediately that he was threatening to step on me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I just kept walking.

"Oh?" he laughed at me, stomping just to my left. See? I knew he wouldn't do it. "And why not?"

"Because, I'm not your pet." I answered knowingly. In fact, if anything, we were both his pets, for Starscream fears him as much as I do. None of them would dare kill me, or even hurt me, for fear of my master's disapproval. "I'm going to him now."

"Then I guess I'd only be doing you a favor if I were to squish you right now." he sneered.

I turned my face upwards, directly to the source of his voice, but saw nothing different. Eternal blackness continued to raid my vision, blocking out all sight.

"Yes, you would. The knowledge that you would live only a minute longer than I would be a great favor." I smirked right to him. Laughter at dear Starscream's expense assaulted my ears. Lugnut and Thunderwing were also in the room, neither of which wanted to kill me nearly as much as Starscream. Starscream, I wouldn't doubt, dreams of killing me in his spare time.

While they goated each other behind my back, I finally reached the door opposite the one I'd come in through. This one lead to his office, where I'd been summoned. Starscream wishes me dead as much, if not more, than my master. The rest find me mildly amusing, but otherwise don't care.

My master, however, takes a certain affection in my torture. My very existence is to outlet his own anger and frustration, and to let him feel more in control than he already had been. Since I came here, he has been the only reason I remained alive, because all others feared to mess with his toy, and the only reason I wished death upon myself with greater hope than I ever gave towards escape.

I swiped my hand towards the recognizer lock, and the door popped open with a wheeze. I slipped inside and it closed, locking the laughter out behind me. This room was as dark as the last, but not nearly as filled. Only one being sat in here, and he was very, very angry.

"Come." his voice hissed, and I was forced from my trembling stiffness. I knew not what put him to such a foul mood, all I knew was, now I was afraid.

O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O

"Samuel James Witwicky disappeared eight years ago. If he is still alive, he'd be sixteen." the social worker read from a paper to me. "Here's the most recent picture, does it look familiar?"

I took it and analyzed the child's face. Short, brown hair. Lively green eyes, and freckles at the corners of his eyes. Nothing unusual about this boy, he appeared perfectly healthy.

"He wasn't blind?" I looked up. The boy in the picture's eyes were focused and laughing, as if he knew some secret others did not.

"No. Was the child you seen blind?" the social worker looked back to the computer.

"Yes, I'm sure of it." Looking back at the picture, however, I wouldn't have doubted it if this was the boy. The one I'd seen last week could have been about sixteen, and he had the same hair color. I'd only gotten half a glimpse, but none the less I thought this could be him.

"Well, there are none with that description and are blind in the records. I'm sorry, sir." he droned. "I'll send you over to the police station, if you're still sure the kid was kidnapped."

"Thank you, but that isn't necessary." I handed the photo back. Local police would be of no help; those who had this boy were no common criminal. "If I find anything else, I might be back."

"Have a nice day, sir." the social worker nodded. After leaving the human building and returning to the parking lot, I began to recount the memory again.

On our way to Earth, we'd had a run in with the Decepticons. Ironhide and I managed to infiltrate the Nemesis with the intent to disable their navigations systems, for we knew they were headed directly to the Allspark. But just before we escaped, Megatron himself confronted us. He'd gripped a human child, eyes staring blankly, before tossing the boy somewhere we couldn't see, in order to blast at us.

But Ironhide and I had already been launching back towards the Ark. It was too late to do anything for the child.

I'd hoped to find out where that boy belonged, and how he came to be in the Decepticons' hands. Maybe there was something special about him, like, if his family were somehow involved with the Allspark. Or, perhaps they knew something about the Decepticons. Anything to help us get that poor boy to safety.

"Ironhide, I want you to do a search on the name 'Samuel James Witwicky'." I instructed as we set out on the road again. "The others should arrive tonight, and I want to have a plan by then."

Several minutes later, my questions were answered.

"Samuel Witwicky went missing eight years ago when police investigated a car wreck on I82. It was under suspicious conditions, and the only bodies found are that of the boy's parents. Those at his school had vouged that they witnessed Samuel leave with them, but none of them arrived home."

"No notable significance to the Allspark?"

"None." he cut off this lead. "At least, not that I've noticed. I've only just started to look into their background, though."

I sighed, doubtful anything would turn up. Nevertheless, I wanted to save this boy. Eight years at their hands, I wouldn't doubt if they'd caused his blindness. This was all a distraction, I knew it, but I couldn't bring myself to turn my back on this boy. We need to focus on locating the Allspark, and persuing this boy was only going to take us away from this mission.

Nevertheless, we will accomplish both.

When the black truck behind me slammed on it's breaks, I slowed to a stop to accompany him, backing up as he pulled over to the side.

"What have you found?" I demanded.

"This is where the car wreck happened." he stated. I scanned the area, and sure enough, this was the road labeled I82, and there were distant traces of Cybertronian activity. In an organic reliant planet like this, any notable scruffle involving our kind would leave a lasting impression.

"But what have you found?" I pursued the topic, knowing full and well that Ironhide would never stop so abruptly if he hadn't found anything.

"Now we know that the human youngling you say was Samuel, but I just hit something else. There's a government-blocked file relating to the family name. I can't access it without a direct link, or a crack in the system, but there are other, public files around it. This boy's great-grandfather came across the Cube and went insane. But, it left a lasting impression. Something to do with the subject may contain coordinates to the Cube."

"Very well then." I scanned the area again. "Where can we find this man's things?" I knew well enough the humans had shorter life spans, and the grandfather was no longer.

"Archibald left all of his things to his only son, which in turn, handed them down to his son, Samuel's father. If this is right, then they should still be in the Witwicky household, so long as it has remained untouched since the accident."

"Unlikely, but, the only lead we've got." we started again and changed directions, towards the coordinates Ironhide sent to me.

First chapter, so what do you think? I encourage speculation, and if you would care to, please review. I don't have the entire story written out yet, but I have about three more chapters done. It will be fairly short, with maybe four or five chapters after that. So don't expect anything like Twenty Years Later or Lies or Just not the Whole Truth. It won't be a series either.