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All right people. I had help with this one. This story was actually a role-play between L.M. Dodger and me. That means go to her stories and review! I will keep an eye on those reviews! The more the reviews, the faster the chapters come up.

As you can tell, this is a Transformers story. Have fun and enjoy.

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Chapter 1

"No—tires are completely flat, and there is a GARDEN growing in the engine."

Leah stood to her full five foot eight height, and walked from the car to another random vehicle her mid-length brown hair fluttered in the breeze as she walked. She opened up the hood . . . and screamed, her steel-blue eyes going as wide as dinner plates as she leaped from the raccoon that had set up house in the engine. She backed away from the demon's home, cursing it and all its descendants.

She sighed as she leaned on yet another car. Putting her hand over her eyes, she tried to focus.

"Find anything?"

Leah peeked through her fingers to stare down into the sea-blue eyes of her best friend, Tasha, in all her flaming strawberry blonde hair five foot five glory. Leah forced a smile. "No, but I made a friend."

She pointed a thumb at the still very-pissed-off raccoon, and then turned to another junk pile. This one had its engine pulled out . . . And this one—wait, was it even a car? Leah sighed in exasperation.

Just then, a bright flash of red caught her eye.

"What the . . . ?" She looked in the direction of the flash.

Leah could just make out a car's hood with red on it poking around the corner of a junk pile. She ignored Tasha—she was screaming in terror and scampering away from the angered raccoon. Leah made her way over to the hidden car. As she turned the corner, her jaw dropped. The flash had come from the hood of a 1972 Baracuda. Better yet—it was in by far the best condition of any car she had yet seen.

Walking slowly towards it, she saw that it wasn't in perfect shape—but easily repaired. As she trailed her hand along the car's side, she felt many small scratches and dents. The fire-truck-red that had caught her eye was the car's racing stripe; the rest of the car was a deep midnight blue. She stopped at the back tire when her hand touched something warm. Kneeling to inspect the area, she saw what looked like a burn mark. When she gently touched the still-warm area, the car seemed to vibrate. She stood and walked around the car, conducting further inspections. The tires had only minor wear, but some of the windows were cracked.

She finished her circle and, as a last inspection, opened the hood. What she saw practically made her fall over. "TASHA! GET OVER HERE!"

Tasha poked her head up from a junk pile, a computer mouse dangling from her mouth. "Whah??" Leah just motioned her hands in a hurry-up sort of way—apparently something interesting had made her speechless. Tasha hurried over, anxious to see what had put a head-splitting grin on her friend's face. When she arrived, she looked over the car and noted its condition.

"Whoa . . . nice engine! This one looks like it's in great shape . . . but are you sure you don't want the little garden-mobile? You could work on your green thumb!"

When Leah gave a threatening glare, Tasha laughed out loud. "Yeesh, woman, I'm kidding! I'll get the tow truck." She promptly ran off.

Leah glared at her friend's back until she was out of sight, then returned her attention to the beautiful engine before her. She couldn't help but admire the gleam of the double headers. She reached out and slid her hand over the metal—the car vibrated. It was almost as if it were repulsed by her touch. That can't be. Cars can't feel . . . Unbeknownst to Leah . . . it wasn't a car.

Damn that Autobot. I'll kill him. I'll KILL HIM!! AND this human wretch, the 'car' thought. Shadowhawk could not stand being touched. He would have transformed and crushed her, but the battle with Bumblebee had left him pretty damaged. He could still feel the tingle on the burns that the tiny bot had caused. Primus help that bot if they met again! He felt the fleshling's hands glide over the burn marks again, and he could hardly suppress his twitches. By Primus . . . can't this human keep her hands to herself??

"Leah!! Let's hook this baby up!" Tasha said.

The Decepticon twitched at being called 'baby' and made a mental note to kill the red-headed one veeeery slowly. Tasha leapt out of the truck and grabbed the hook. Leah waited for Tasha's signal . . . but soon it seemed that there was a struggle occurring.

Leah leaned on the side of the tow truck. "Something wrong?"

"Yeah. I don't know what the problem is, but the hook isn't fitting."

Shadowhawk was the problem. He had clenched his entire frame so nothing could slip in somewhere it wasn't wanted. He mentally chuckled as the touchy-feely girl began to help the redhead. You're not getting me to move. The two girls pushed as hard as they could on the hook, but soon stopped, panting for breath.

"This isn't going to work," Tasha gasped out. Leah sighed an agreement, and pulled out her pocketknife.

"LEAH! How is that going to help?!?!?!"

Leah glanced at her panicking friend. "Trust me."

She stalked to the driver's door, ripped it open, and sat down. The car seemed to flinch again, but more so than ever before. "Get used to it, you stupid piece of junk," Leah mumbled under her breath.

Shadowhawk held in a gasp as Leah leaned under the steering wheel, cut some plastic coating, and pulled it off. No . . . No! That wretch! She had better not—His worse fears came to fruition as Leah took hold of some exposed wires. Another chill ripped through the Decepticon's frame when she cut two of them. He cursed to Primus and did his best to shut down all systems before the meatbag could spark him—but too late. The engine revved to life with the energy of a pissy attitude. Tasha gaped at Leah through the windshield.

"When did you learn to hotwire?!?!?" She was obviously in shock.

Leah grinned at her astounded friend.

"It just came to me? Oh, wait, I've watch—" The seat suddenly slammed her face into the steering wheel.

"OH SHIT BY DOSE!" She pushed herself up, holding her nose. It began to drip blood anyway.

"Leah, are you okay?!"

"This car hab bore problebs than I expected!"

Tasha stared at her friend, not understanding a word out of her friend's mouth. Shadowhawk, on the other hand was laughing his aft off—the engine seemed to be chuckling. Out of rage, Leah kicked the inside of the car.

Tasha looked at her friend in concern. "Uh. . . I'll rip out the seats if there's any more trouble. Want me to drive this one?" Shadowhawk stopped laughing.

"DO!"

Tasha looked worriedly at Leah, "You sure Lee-Lee?" Leah shot a death glare meant for the car at Tasha on accident. Tasha jumped. "Okay, okay! I'll meet you at the shop!"

Leah heard the tow truck drive away. She was now left with the doomsday car of death. Glaring daggers at her new car, she growled under her breath. "This . . . Means . . . WAR. You will be MINE!!"

The Decepticon would have considered her 'menacing' tone cute if she weren't a filthy fleshling. Nonetheless, he took it as a challenge. A smirk passed invisibly over his features. This is going to be fun.

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And this be L.M Dodger figured I would read through this one last time make some of my edits. So yeah Read & Review we have got a lot more chapters to come.

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That would have been the old note, but now that chapter 1 has gone through editing I figured I would put it in so again read & review. L.M signing off.