Prologue

A cool refreshing breeze carried the lingering scent of rain and dew filled grass. Fallen leaves of a light auburn color tumbled along a concrete path, dancing along with the breeze to the silent song of the wind. The young and old casually strolled down the path, each smiling at the other with a respectful smile. Conversations, heartfelt laughter, barks of excited dogs and the steady pace of heavy breathing from joggers filled the air.

A few yards away a weathered down bench sat bolted down on a concrete slab underneath a tall oak tree where a black back pack laid. Its owner could be seen sitting atop an overhanging branch just above the old bench. Dark brown boots covered their feet, maroon leggings kept them from feeling the cold breeze, a synthetic leather jacket sat unzipped revealing a dark gray and black stripped long sleeve V-neck underneath. Dark hair, styled in curls, flowed down to the middle of their back. A tan hand swept a piece of fringe away from their face revealing features that they were either of Hispanic or Spanish decent.

Light brown eyes stared out at the park, observing with a slight keen interest. They watched people walk along, all of them seeming to not have a care in the world, all of them seeming to have left all the worries, burdens and stress behind to just enjoy the tranquil atmosphere, to escape from a little thing called reality even if it was for only an hour or two.

Erica sighed through her nose, crossing her feet she swung them lazily. She was just like everyone else in the park, escaping from the throes of reality. What she was escaping from, the people in the park wouldn't know.

To any passing person they would see a calm young high school girl enjoying the calm tranquil scenery, ear buds in her ears indicating she was passing the time by listening to music. They didn't see that inside she was struggling to hold herself together, to not break down. She was hurting with all the suppressed emotions she kept bottled up, refusing to let them out because she denied it - denied the blatant truth of what had happened over seas. She refused to accept it.

Adjusting the ear bud in her ear she smiled at an older couple that passed her tree, they giving a small friendly wave in return, possibly not wanting to bother her in conversation due to their thought that she was listening to music. In actuality she wasn't listening to anything, they were just a safe keeping to stop people from engaging her into conversation. The sounds of everyday life that surrounded many was nothing but a silent world to her, everything falling on deaf ears.

Erica wasn't born deaf, she was able to hear up until she was six. One day she had woken up to all sounds ceasing to exist for her. She had cried for two weeks straight, each morning she had woken up hoping and praying that she would wake to the sounds of her home, but it never happened. It wasn't until she was nine that she came to terms with her disability, finally agreeing to learn sign language, and take homeschooling as seriously as a nine-year old could.

She was pulled from her thoughts, taking notice of the curious glances people kept shooting in her direction. Frowning she looked over her shoulder at the parking lot behind her. She raised her brow at the sight of a Pontiac Solstice slowly making its way through the parking lot.

That would definitely turn some heads. It wasn't strange to see flashy cars, they would pass through the town from time to time, but it was odd enough to find one that apparently someone in town owned one besides the two well known and well off families. Though, they both shared a taste for older classic model cars. This car obviously didn't belong to either family.

She watched curiously as the driver pulled into the parking spot behind her tree. Their windows were tinted making it hard for her to judge whether it was a man or woman, but she could see the outline of a figure sitting in the driver's seat.

The driver's door opened, and suddenly she couldn't breathe.

A man in military fatigues leaned against the open door, a piece of white gauze with dried blood taped to his left cheek, his grin widening into a full-blown out smile as he titled his head to look up at her with eyes mirroring her own.

They had said that there were no known survivors, that the base had gone under attack and was in nothing but shambles - no one could have survived the devastating impact. Yet, here was one standing before her. He was here, he had survived the attack in Qatar. He was right there. Why did it seem so to true to be real?

She knew why - she blamed the fact that he came home in a damn Pontiac Solstice.

Her eyes swelled with tears, and when he cocked his brow in a 'well' manner, all the pent-up emotions burst from behind the damn. She scrambled down the tree, stumbling to right her footing as she hopped on to the table and jumped down, unaware in her haste that she accidentally yanked the ear buds out.

She saw him swiftly move around the open door before she crashed into his arms, burying her face in his neck, gripping the fabric of his fatigue tightly. She sobbed and shook in his arms as he embraced her tightly back pressing his lips into her hair.

He was here. She closed her eyes praying this wasn't a dream.

He moved back slightly, bringing his hands to her face to wipe away her tears. She sniffed and opened her eyes, her eyes widening at the sight of tears slowly trailing down his own face. She felt his body shake in a chuckle at the sight of her wide eyes, giving her a wry grin. She gave him a watery smile in return as he pressed a kiss to her forehead before wrapping his arms around her again.

He had been terrified, scared that he wasn't going to be coming home, afraid that he was going to die. His tears and slight tremors were proof enough.

She buried her face in his neck once more. He was here. He was home, His hand rubbed up and down her back soothingly in a familiar gesture and she knew he was speaking comforting words to her, knowing she would easily understand in her own way.

He was alive.

Her brother was alive.

"I'm here. It's alright, I'm here, I'm safe...I'm home."

Behind a large factory of a car body manufacturer sat a small aged empty warehouse, a reminder of what the business had once been and how much it has grown over the years. Unbeknownst to many of the workers the abandoned warehouse held a prized item. Beneath the buildings structure an added floor had been designed under ground. A vast space that was anything but empty.

Lights flicked on revealing machinery and equipment that would have been heatedly questioned. After all what would a car body manufacturer company have anything to do with liquid nitrogen?

In the center of the room a large metal slab that had once been empty was currently occupied. A metallic body lay unmoving, its optics dark, void of any power.

One who would come across it would think it strange to see such an odd sight, for they would think it would be in the process of being built. Created from a hollow infrastructure of a project one envisioned to come true. Instead of a clean polished finish it was as if the large metal behemoth had forgone a war. Paint that had once been two clean separate colors was no longer visible, leaving nothing but dull gray metal. Black scorch marks and large unforgiving lacerations marred the incredible creation. Severed wires lay haphazardly inside of the lacerations, speckles of a dried blue substance littering the jagged edges.

Footfalls echoed as a single figure approached the large mass being, their eyes scanning the metal workings appreciatively. Sector seven may have been disbanded, but they were never exactly apart of it. They had been nothing but a mere mole getting the desired information. Their loyalties lied elsewhere.

They glanced down at their watch. It was time to get to work.

Light flicked off, a door slamming shut.

Minutes passed within the darkness, everything still and just. Yet, it wasn't exactly quiet. An inaudible hum echoed throughout the room, growing stronger and then slowly becoming faint.

A faint blue light flared to life, streams of it escaping through the seams of the metallic beings chest. Just as suddenly as it appeared it immediately faded.

So, there's the Prologue! This is my first Transformers Fanfic so bare with me if I accidently butcher something, like say some of the 'Bots accents or if they aren't exactly in character. I will try my damn hardest to make sure they are in character but can't promise anything. And yes, I chose Jazz to be alive cause Michael Bay is cruel for killing him off! Anyway, I hope you all became interested and join me for the ride of Unstable Connection.

Oh yeah, anyone can try an guess who our mystery bot is. He won't exactly be known till chapter 2...maybe, dunno yet.