Authors Note: Okay I shouldn't really be doing another story… Cause I have 3 already that I need to update but hell why not one more? Also I would like to point out that this story will go through the first movie all the way to the third. So that means there will be a total of three stories :3
Summary: What happens on a July 4th night that accidentally sends a girl into the Transformer world? What will the Autobots think of this girl and her story? It is actually true or is she a Decipitcon?
Pairings: SamxMikaela, OCxBumblebee, ?x?
AU, Bayverse
Chapter 1: The Beginning Tale
The sun slowly crept down in the summer sky on that July 4th night. In a house near a country road you could hear fighting and screaming from the house. A young female who had blonde hair and blue eyes, nursed her mother who had been attacked by her so called boyfriend. The young femme stood up and noticed the basement door had been closed. She gently tore a piece off of her black shirt and wrapped it around her mother's bleeding arm. "Mom… Stay here alright? I promise I'll be back… I need to call the cops." She whispered. The femme's mother nodded her head as her body shook in fear and anger.
The young female slowly crept up the stairs and pulled out her flashlight that she had in her pocket, since the so called boyfriend had turned off the power. She felt her heart begin to race as she slowly made her way into the living room. "What the fuck are you doing out of the damn basement?" An angered male voice asked. The young female gasped as she quickly turned around to see the so called boyfriend. "Frag off and leave us alone you aft." She hissed. The older male who stood about 5'11" quickly tackled the young female to the ground. "You're in my house, Serenity…" He growled.
Serenity quickly began to thrash around and started to punch the male. "LEAVE ME ALONE! MICHAEL! GET OFF OF ME!" She yelled. Michael quickly drew back his fist and growled. "Shut the hell up or else your gonna get hit." He said. Serenity shook in anger and fear as she spit in Michael's eyes. "Go to pit, Michael." She hissed. Michael growled as he punched Serenity in the face. Serenity made a yelping sound as she noticed everything become black. "No… I don't want to die…" She thought.
(Meanwhile, In the Transformer world)
A male teacher who was sitting at a desk looked at the male brunette. "Okay, Mr. Witwicky, you're up." He said. The young Witwicky nodded his head as he turned his backpack upside down on the table in front of him. As everything came out from his bag, he seemed a little nervous. "Sorry, I got a lot of stuff." He said. The young Witwicky didn't know that a young male who had blonde hair was sitting next to a female who had black hair and blue eyes had something planned. "Watch." The young blonde said to the black haired female next to him. "Okay, for my family…" The young Witwicky started to say but was cut off by something hitting him in the neck.
The male teacher stood up and looked at the class. "Who did… Who did that? People! Responsibility!" He said scolding the class awhile holding his index finger up. The young blonde haired male looked over at the black haired female and smirked a little. The teacher sat back down in his chair and looked at the young Witwicky, then gave a nod towards him to go on. "Okay…Uhm…" The young Witwicky started to say as the whole class let out a small laugh of sorts. "So, for my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my great-great-grandfather, who was a famous man, Captain Archibald Witwicky. Very famous explorer." He said leaning over and grabbing a few pieces of rather old paper. "In fact, he was one of the first to explore the Arctic Circle, which is a big deal. " He added as he opened the old paper which was a map of the Arctic Circle.
"In 1897, he took 41 brave sailors straight into the Arctic Shelf. So that's the story right?" He said putting down the old map and picked up the quadrant. "And here we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by 19th century seamen." He said. The class laughed as the teacher leaned back for a second then put up a small quiet sign. "This here is the quadrant, which you can get for 80 bucks. It's all for sale by the way." The young Witwicky said putting the quadrant down and picking up the sextant. "Like the sexant here. $50 for this, which is a bargain." He said and the whole class laughed again which caused the teacher to put up the quiet sign again. "These are pretty cool. These are my grandfather's glasses. " He said holding them up in front of himself. "I haven't quite gotten them appraised yet, but they've seen many cool things." He said.
"Are you going to sell me his liver?" The teacher asked, seeming annoyed by the young Witwicky's presentation. The young Witwicky moved the glasses down and looked to the side. "Mr. Witwicky, this isn't show and sell it's the 11th grade. I don't think your grandfather would be particularly proud of what you're doing." The teacher said, leaning his head on his hand and looking at the young Witwicky. "I know. I'm Sorry. I just, you know, this all going towards my car fund. " He said then looked out at the class. "You can tell your folks. It's on eBay. I take . Cold hard cash works, too." The young Witwicky said. The teacher put his index finger on the edge of his glasses then leaned back as he let out an annoyed sigh. "And the compass makes a great gift for Columbus Day." The young Witwicky added. The teacher quickly put his head in his hands then looked at the young Witwicky.
"Sam!" He said. The young Witwicky knew he had to go on with his presentation. "Sorry." He quickly said to his teacher. "Unfortunately, my great-great-grandfather, the genius that he was, wound up going blind and crazy in a psycho ward." The young Witwicky said quickly holding up two different pieces of rather older looking paper, one that had weird markings and another that was from The New York Times. "Drawing these strange symbols and babbling on about some giant ice man that he discovered." He said. Then before the young Witwicky could say another word the final bell rang, letting the students know they could go home. Everyone in the classroom quickly stood up and headed towards the door. "Okay, might be a pop quiz tomorrow! Might not. Sleep in fear tonight." The teacher said standing up and walking towards the young Witwicky. "Here, you want? Here, 50? 40? 30?" He pleaded with the students as they walked by.
"Sam." The teacher said annoyed still as the boy tried to sell things in his class. "Yeah? Sorry, Sorry." He said. The teacher sat back down in his chair as Sam walked over to his desk and stood in front of it with a smile. "Okay, pretty good right?" He asked. The teacher leaned over to one side in his chair. "Uh… I'd say a soild B-." He said. The smile that had been on Sam's face had soon faded as he dropped his arms to his sides. "A B-?" He asked. The teacher quickly threw up his left hand as he looked at Sam. "You were hawking, your great-great-grandfather's crap in my classroom!" He said. Sam frowned as he moved his arms towards the now empty classroom. "No, kids enjoy…" He quickly stated then put both of his arms on the teacher's desk. "Look, can you do me a favor?" He asked.
The teacher looked down at his desk. "What?" He asked. Sam pointed at the window as he spoke. "You see that guy? He's the guy in the green car." He said. The teacher didn't like where this was going. "Yeah." He replied. Sam looked at his teacher as he spoke. "Okay, I wanna tell you about a dream. A boy's dream and a man's promise to that boy. " He started to say. The teacher put his left hand on his chin as he listened to Sam's story. "He looked at me in the eye. He said 'Son, I'm gonna buy you a car. But I want you to bring me $2,000 and three As. Okay? I got the 2,000 and I got 2 As. Okay, Here's the dream." He said putting both of his hands together and then quickly moved them apart. "You're B-. Dream gone. Kaput." He said. The teacher looked at Sam almost like he was tired of hearing what he was saying. "Sir, Just ask yourself? What would Jesus do?" Sam asked looking at his teacher.
(In The Real World)
"Sir you are under arrest for domestic abuse and endangering another adult." The Shieff said putting handcuffs on Michael. Serenity's mother was crying as she watched the medics quickly put Serenity into the back of the ambulance. "Will she be okay?" Her voice was shaky sounding. The medic looked over at the mother and sighed. "We're not sure… He did more damage than we thought. We have to get her to the hospital now." He said closing the doors behind him. The medics looked at her vitals and kept oxygen on her. "Hold on, we're almost there." One of the medics said.
(Inside Serenity's mind)
Everything around her seemed like it was a desert of some sort. "Hello?" She called out. The young female started walk and looked around. "Is anyone here?" She yelled. Some very tall looking figures came into view as Serenity came to a stop and squeaked. "W-What are you…Better yet… Who are you?" She called out. The figure in the middle walked a little closer. "You know about us, child… It seems fate has brought us together for a reason… Fate wants you to enter our world." One of the figures said. Serenity gasped slightly as she knew what the figure was talking about. "Wait…You must be the Primes of the past! I-I don't know that much really…" She said, almost sounding embarrassed. One of the figures let out a small laugh. "You are going to be put into our world… When you awake up… You'll no longer be in your world but ours. You must help us out." Another figure said.
Serenity frowned as she nodded her head. "When will I be able to come back to my world?" She asked. The figures slowly began to disappear away from Serenity's view. "WAIT! YOU DIDN'T ANSWER ME!" She yelled. "In due time my child… In due time." A voice whispered.