Chapter 1: Don't Say You're Alright When You're Not

My white heels click loudly against the marble floor. I walk through the big empty metal corridor with only a file in my arms. I fix the lapel of my white business jacket. A blue tank top lies underneath. I wear dressy white pants and my hair is in a braid. The blue necklace is tucked under the tank top. It's warmth is reflected off my skin.

The corridors are usually filled with bustling people. Today's the only exception though. No one really talks about it and it isn't official, but today is the day where no one speaks as much. The halls are almost empty until the next day where everyone goes back into their normal routine of trying to get their work done.

I ignore all the doors in the corridor. Instead I go to the end of the corridor and see double glass doors and the wall is also made of glass. The lights are off. I fish a key from my pocket and put it into the hole. Turning it, it unlocks with ease. I step into my office and turn on the lights.

Theres a desk, a computer, a large TV on the left wall, a couch and coffee table on the right wall along with a bookcase and filing cabinets, and my favorite swivel chair at the desk. I go to the filing cabinet and open the second drawer. I put the file inside. I lock back up the cabinet and make sure the others are locked as well. You never know who or what's going to break into your office, especially if you're me.

I sit in my swivel chair and start to organize papers on my desk. It's hard to concentrate though. I can't push myself away from today. It's obvious I can't get anything done. I shove the papers in the top drawer. I put my elbows on my desk and my head in my open palms. Silent tears stream down my face.

Today, April 18, 2017, marks the third year anniversary...when the Autobots died.

It's been three years since that day the Xantium blew up. We tried to salvage their remains from the Atlantic Ocean, but it was too late. Pieces of the ship were scattered all over the ocean. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't find any bodies.

What makes it worse about today, is that it falls the day after my birthday; April 17. Some birthday celebration that is. Which is why I never tell anyone. I don't like celebrating it, knowing the day right after I'll be reminded of my friend's deaths. My friends and family have tried to give me a somewhat of a celebration, but it's no use. I despise the day of my birth now, for it reminds me of the next day and that just brings more tears. Sometimes I even forget when my birthday really is. To me, that's a good thing.

The phone on my desk rings. I wipe away the tears and answer it.

"Hello?" I ask. I keep my voice from quivering.

"Hey Ann, are you still coming for Weapon's Assessment?" my old friend William Lennox asks.

"Yeah," I say. "Just give me a moment."

"We can always reschedule, Ann," he suggests. He always asks to reschedule things to a later date for me on this day. This day also hurts the bravest of us all. How can it now? Lennox was just as close to the Autobots as I was.

"Lennox I've told you, it's fine now. The Autobots have been gone for three years; I'm over it. Right now all we have to do is train these new recruits so that maybe we can defeat the Decepticons."

Tomorrow also marks another anniversary. It marks the day the Decepticons brought Cybertron to Earth. Three years ago I tried to defeat the Decepticons by taking out the Space Bridge so that they can't bring Cybertron here. However, I almost died in the process. I was put in critical condition and barely made it. The original Primes healed me though; they are what's left of the Autobots. Sometimes I wish I didn't survive that fall.

It was a month later when I was fully recovered. Simmons, Lennox, Epps, and the other soldiers helped me build a society underground. They really started to make progress when I recovered. Together we built an underground society. It's passageways weave everywhere. They go all the way from Antarctica to Canada.

Rooms store the humans we've managed to save from the Decepticon's slavery. For the first two years, we just concentrated on saving humans from the wrath of the Decepticons. In the past year we've been trying to devise more plans to get the Decepticons and Cybertron out of here.

We have schools, language instructors, too. I make sure every child gets an education. We have jobs like building new structures, plumbers, electricians. Any problems and a call is sent to the head supervisor which is my cousin Justin. From there Justin handles it. If needed he then calls me for assistance.

Justin doesn't like war. He was really happy when I told him the job I gave him was only helping others deal with their problems. Sometimes he gets booked up, but he always gets it done.

The main one we try to push people to join is our military. Most people want to join, especially the younger generations. I'm not the only one that wants their planet back. I put a limit at age minimum of twelve you may start learning about the military. You can choose to keep pushing further after three weeks when we start putting you through official military training. Then when our officers see that you are ready, we give you your placement weather it's at the computers or out there fighting against the Decepticons with the rest of us. Of course you don't have to be twelve to start your journey. The maximum age limit is fifty.

We have hundreds of soldiers, but it'll take more to take down the Decepticons. People with military backgrounds are asked to teach the ones with lesser knowledge.

When you step inside this facility I call Underground N.E.S.T, all you are is a name. No one judges you on your past; we accept anyone in with open arms. We do have containment cells, but they are hardly ever needed. Medical centers are everywhere. I like to make sure the residents here are as healthy as possible. We have air filters in every room. For kids and younger generations we have nurseries and recreational centers. We have several cafeterias spread out. We grow our food above ground and get it back down. Decepticons don't pay much attention to very small areas of fertile land.

I'm not too keen on letting humans above ground. It's already a big risk to be growing the food. Retrieving it is pushing the boundaries way too far. What else can we do though?

I try to make everyone stay calm and keep order. As the leader of this colony, as some like to put it, I try to always stay neutral. If you look calm, everyone else knows it's safe. This is the only day where I allow myself to shed my outer skin. Few people have seen me with true emotions and I'd like to keep it that way.

Simmons is the one who gave me this position. He said I was ready, more ready than anyone else to take the job. Even though I trust Seymour Simmons with my life, almost everyday I doubt his decision on making me leader.

The Decepticons like to call us the N.E.S.T Rebels. N.E.S.T used to stand for National Extraterrestrial Services and Transformers. Now it stands for National Extraterrestrial Species Team. We rebel against the Decepticons and want to take them down. The number one rule is to never let an extraterrestrial being in this facility. We have cameras everywhere, and we're ready for any attacks. Energon Detectors especially are everywhere.

After my conversation with Lennox, I'm on my way to Hangar 14: Weapons Assessment. It's where we teach a group about the weapons we have in use and how to use them. The scientists we have here are geniuses. New technology has been developed. It's almost as strong as an Energon blaster. We're working on an official Energon blaster right now.

From my office to Hangar 14, is a pretty long distance. These hallways sometimes seem to just go on forever and ever. You'd think walking around to get anywhere would be a big hassle, but not so much after a few years. Or if your a runner like me.

I make it to big double doors marked "Hangar 14: Weapons Assessment". It automatically slides open. Inside is pretty large. One wall is made up of different assortment of weapons. The other wall has practice dummies. The dummies are life size replicas of Decepticons; some big, some small. In the middle is a ring of circle of desks, about thirty. Every chair is filled with a person of different race, age, and size. In the middle, Lennox stands in his old military uniform.

"Miss. Catalano," Lennox acknowledges. I put on a smile.

"Hello Colonel Lennox, class," I say. I'm introduced to a ring of "hello"'s. "How is everyone's day today?" I'm given an array of nervous answers. Everyone knows that I'm a little wary on this day.

As I assist Lennox is this lesson, I start to feel nostalgia. I know a certain weapon's specialist that would've been perfect at this. After a in-detail lecture about our most used weapons, we let them test some out. Lennox pulls me to the side for a moment.

I take down a long-range hunting rifle from the wall. I like using it a lot. I set it down on a metal table and aim for a dummy that is a replica of Alice on the other side of the room. No one really uses it, saying it "freaks them out", so it's like a stay cleared zone. Except for me of course. I have so much hate for Alice, I'm dying to kill her off.

"Ann, are you sure you're okay?" Lennox asks.

"Fine," I say, positioning the rifle a little higher to aim at the forehead and shoot. Direct hit. The dummy falls down. The others in the room look startled and then at me. I smile and wink. "Don't piss me off and that won't be you." It's a joke, obviously. However, a few thought I'm serious and move a bit away from me. I start to put the long range back, hanging on the wall. I stroke the rear grip affectionately.

"Annie I know what today is, don't think I don't," Lennox says. "You can't just go around saying you're alright when you're not."

"I'm fine Lennox. I think after three years I can get over the death of the Autobots," I say casually. I try my best not to choke at the mention of their name.

"Not everyone else is. Even you know how everyone gets quiet on today. Why are you trying to deny it?" he asks. I don't look at him, keeping my head down.

"Because I can move on," I whisper. After I leave.

It's time to move on for me. No matter how much I don't want to.

First chapter baby! Hi everyone how are you! Oh my gosh it's been so long! I've missed you all so much you don't know how much I miss you!

So here's what I've been doing the past few months:

I joined another writing site called Wattpad. let me just say, i did not like it at all. I could barely ever find a good story to read, ugh, i legit was going to rip my hair out. i can't find any originality on that site. hey if you do, tell me cause i'd love to see it. I have written a one direction story on there, i'm pretty sure most of you know about my obsession with them by now haha. I am a 100% directioner! if you want to read it ask me and i'll post the link :P

It also showed me how much I missed FF so much and miss all your lovely comments. I've missed hearing from you guys so much! Yesterday i was practically dying like "oh my gosh i can't wait to hear from my readers again i miss them so so much!" let me tell you this: you are all my favorite readers in the whole world.

So this is what I wanted to do. every chapter i want to ask you guys 5 questions so i can get to know you all better. since i love you all so much!

1. So far what do you think of this story?

2. How are you? Reading anything good lately on FF or any website at all?

3. Do you think Annie has changed in any way after three years? If so why? If not why?

4. Where are you all from? Like state wise or country wise.

5. (This one's the most important) Did I ever mention any other holoforms except Optimus' and Mirage's?

The fifth one is the most important cause that will help me a lot.

Thanks you guys! Sorry this AU was so so long, i just missed you all so much. I'll update this story every sunday, so see you on the 29!

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