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I know there are tons (literally) of OC insert fics out there, but I wanted to make one of my own. I already typed the whole thing out, so now need to worry to this being one of those poor abandoned fics.

Titles are names for the colour blue I feel suits the chapter. Shades of blue gotten from Wikipedia page "Category:Shades of blue"

Grand word total is only around 12 000 (for the whole thing), and may or may not have a sequel.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I doubt I will remember to put this in any of the other chapters...


I'm Alex Ronald and this is your local radio station, 95.7 Star FM, the voice of PowellRiver. First thing this evening, we're here to report an apparent meteor crash just outside of PowellLake. A local fisherman said that he was "out on the water when what looked to be a falling star landed in the water at the northern end past Goat Island." Apparently there were no major waves generated, something that has come as a fortunate surprise to everyone. That's all we have on that story so far, but we're looking into it and will be keeping you updated.

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I've never been one to talk much. Never been the social butterfly, or the anti-social recluse. I was always a shadow. There, listening, observing, but never really interacting.

It was because of this that what friends I had were rather strange. Even when I moved away for college I seemed to attract strange (but kind) sort of people.

Of course, in some circumstances, strange cannot even begin to describe the kind of friends I have.

"You're car's on the mainland," Victor said casually as he strolled up to the shaded area under a tree behind my apartment where I was casually skimming my college textbooks and notes.

For example, my friend Victor had the odd habit of randomly taking my car and leaving it in various places for me to find and retrieve.

If he didn't pay for gas before leaving it and drive better than most professional racers (due to his rather illegal hobby), I think I would mind a lot more.

"Mainland, as in hour-and-a-half-ferry-ride-away mainland? Powell River mainland? Because, really, we're less isolated than they are, and we live on an island."

Victor, one of the few people I could ever actually talk to with relative ease, rolls his eyes as he sits down next to me, neither impressed nor surprised by my reluctance to take the long, dull ferry ride to the mainland. He lies down on the dry grass, preparing to endure the expected post-car-abduction rant.

"I'll give you money for the tickets, but I forget exactly where I left your car. Some place called Huckleberry?"

A dramatic sigh escapes me as I shake my head, "You Islanders will never understand," I say pathetically, "the ferries are dreaded, expensive, in almost constant need of repair, and beyond inconvenient. You," I level an accusing finger at the unruffled man beside me, "wouldn't know that! Because you are an uncultured swine that had never left Vancouver Island before meeting me! I, on the other hand," I gesture to myself, textbooks and notebooks toppling from their precarious perches on my lap, "am a world traveller and know of the true, horrific nature of the ferries! Did you know," I dramatically raise a finger, "that there are entire books? Comic books? Mocking the BC Ferries?" Victor opens his mouth to reply but I cut him off with a flourish, "Of course you don't! You've never travelled to the big cities of British Columbia (of which there are few) and seen these hilarities, so cleverly mocking the Powell Riverite's way of life!"

"Danny."

"I can't believe you would make me ride on the Queen of Rust to retrieve my beautiful car!"

"Danny."

"I know that's not what that ferry is really called, but honestly, they take it away for months on end to 'refurbish' it, and within a few weeks of it being returned, it's covered in rust again!"

"DANNY!"

I look sideways at Victor who is regarding me with undisguised irritation.

"What?"

"I liked you more when you didn't talk," he grumbles with no small amount of irony.

I can't help but snort. Victor knows as well as I do that he loves it when I go on tangents, simply because they're almost the only time I say more than a sentence; and then, it's only because we've known each other for several years and he's one of the few people I really trust.

"Right." I frown at my scattered textbooks and notes, hoping they will magically find the will to stack themselves.

Victor, upon seeing my intense stare, stacks my text books starting with the largest textbook and topping the pile with the smallest notebook. "So, do you know where Huckleberry is?" Right, back to my car.

"You mean Cranberry," I say, happy to know something he doesn't, even if it is about my hometown.

Victor just rolls his eyes, "Yeah, whatever, Cranberry. So, you know where it is?"

I grab my stack of school-related books and head into my condo, Victor following closely behind me. "Of course I know where it is. It's the place that has the stupidest playground zone ever."

"You're just saying that because you almost failed your driving test when the instructor made you go through there."

I carefully sort and stack my school books on my desk, "It wasn't my fault someone had planted a tree in front of the sign, stupid birch was blocking my line of sight." One of the chairs creaks as Victor sits in it, "I'll be able to find my car no problem. Cranberry's not that big. There're only, like, 3 main roads, and one of them goes from the end of Westview all the way into Townsite to the 101 Highway, which in turn goes all the way to Lund." I finally turn to face Victor, having stacked all my book in order of size, purpose, and subject. "You didn't take my car to Lund, did you?"

"No... You do know I have no idea where any of the places you're talking about are, right?" He looks bored with the topic of my car, which, considering his relatively short attention span, is understandable.

"Yes, you infidel." That's such a fun word. Infidel.

"I believe that term refers to non-believers, or people of no faith."

"You don't believe in the Powell River way, and that makes you an infidel."

"Oh really?"

"No, I just like the word infidel."

"I figured as much."

"So... do you have money for ferry tickets?" You'd better, since it's your fault I have to buy them in the first place.

"Yeah."

"And the fuel surcharge?"

"Yeah."

"You know it's around $90 round trip, right?"

He grimaces. "Yeah."

I grab the cash. "Okay, you, out of my house! I have to go retrieve my car while there's still time left."

"Danny, it's 5 pm."

"Damn. Guess I can't go over till tomorrow. If someone's trashed or stolen my car, I'm gonna tie you to a rope and attach it to the back of the ferry, then laugh as you drown."

"That was graphic. And needlessly violent."

"That was the truth. I love my car, Vik."

"Don't call me that."

"Why not, Vik?"

"It sounds girly."

"It's better than Vicky."

"Partially."

"Shoo. I gotta plan for tomorrow."

"Right."

"I do! Bye!"

I close and lock my door, hurrying to peer out the window to make sure Victor actually leaves and doesn't stand around looking lost like he normally does. Sure enough, he's standing in my parking space, staring at the ground. He shakes his head and starts off towards Downtown Courtenay where his cousin lives.

I retreat to my desk and contemplate tomorrow. Just getting my car is going to take at least an hour, likely more. I'll have to take the first ferry. Great. It leaves at 6:20 am? Means I'll have to get up by at least 5am to have time to walk to the terminal...

Damn it Victor.

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Sensors? Limited by damage.

Comms? Totally scrapped.

Chances of finding the other Autobots? Very, very low.

I manage to pull myself out of the clear dihydrogen monoxide and look around, grateful for the planet's natural nocturnal cycles. The darkness makes it harder for the local lifeforms to see me.

I hope I can find a suitable alt-mode.

Something silver? Oh, it looks shiny. It's sleek, too.

Schematics fill my vision and I feel myself shifting to match my new altmode.

I wonder if the local lifeforms will find two identical silver transports in the same area suspicious? It shouldn't be too difficult to transfer everything from that transport to myself, and then destroy the original.

I wince at the energy drain as my holoform solidifies next to the silver transport. My bi-pedal mode folds down into a silver transport identical to the one beside me, and I focus on transferring all the strange things inside of it to identical spots in my alt-mode.

Once that is finished, my holoform reaches into my subspace and pulls out a case of nano-bots. I carefully alter their programming and set them on the original silver transport. It slowly dissolves as the nano-bots do their job and, once all traces are gone, the nano-bots scale my holoform and file neatly into their case before I put it back into my subspace.

I initiate recharge. Hopefully I'll be able to find the others after a decent recharge and some self-repair.

Besides, who could possibly notice me?


My goal is to keep these pre and post chapter things short.

What do you think so far? By the way, these places are real. They're gorgeous :)