Hey guys! My first fanfic in the making is finally actually in the making! This fanfic is a piece of my mind I am finally getting out. The story is based on what I imagined would happen if the movie didn't happen at all, and I hope somebody guesses what that means. No Decepticons! Sadly, to even it out, I had Cybertron get swallowed by a black hole(as seen in one of the movies, i somehow don't remember which). As far as my main character knows, the Autobots have actually been on earth for years, and someone's sighting of one of them was made into a movie, cuz they thought he was insane. SO! That said, get to my actual prologue, please, then enjoy the actual chapter, knowing it's about to get hot by the second one! Warning, there will be a variety of songs from Demi Lovato to Britt Nicole and Krystal Meyers. If you don't like any of these artists mentioned, please read anyways! It would be very helpful!

Prologue:

What happens when the Autobots turn out to be real? Better yet, the Decepticons aren't? Think about this: before Bumblebee has a chance to meet Sam Witwicky, the first guy that came along and decided to own him was careless enough to not watch the roads, even when that was all there was to look at. He got them into a crash, and both luxury vehicles were nearly totaled. Bee luckily loses the jerk, but then isn't sure what to do or think when Glamour buys him off the street, quite literally, with some serious cash. Well, they both have secrets, and both will find out the other's in their epic journey to why the robots are on Earth.

1

Glamour wasn't exactly what you would call a 'normal' girl. Actually, she was nothing like a normal girl. A lot of things made her that way. She was almost sixteen. She always seemed to be living in her own world. She had been calling that world 'Imagination' since she was five. And no one could really blame her. Blitz had been with her for forever and she could see why Glamour called it that. Glamour was pure imagination, inside and out. But past the world dubbed Imagination. She was homeschooled, and didn't let that lower her level of cool. When she was twelve she had begged and begged and begged to get highlights in her hair. So, for her thirteenth birthday, her mom had decided to let her. The ends of her short, black hair, along with streaks down the left side, had been dyed deep purple. She had made it clear it had to be dark, and the purple that didn't want to be red. She always liked the purple with blue in it. Now, there was something else that made her even more so not a normal girl. She had this slight obsession with battle fiction, a bigger obsession of fantasy, and the obsession of a certain series of movies about giant alien robots that came to earth. Yep, Glamour was classified as a tomboy and a fangirl. Fantasy. All over it. Epic battles. All over it. Epic battle music. All over it. About the only thing she did that made sure no one thought she was a guy was that she played the kind of violin music that was fast with an air of feminism. Quite epically, according to Blitz.

Blitz was a good friend, but sometimes she just needed to get away from Glamour before her creepy side got out and she rambled about Transformers movies like the world wasn't real as it was. Plus, Blitz wasn't sure she liked how often she compared stuff to those movies. She had to admit though, some things actually made sense. Sometimes. Anyway, enough with the introductions and stuff.

Glamour was currently at home sitting on the couch, the kingdom of boring all around her. Her mom had gone to the store for a few hours and the worst thing had happened. All the electronics except her MacBook Air had just stopped working. So, she was surfing around on it, looking for an answer to why that happened. She had been going to watch a Transformers movie, again, when the TV suddenly went blank and turned off. So far she had found absolutely nothing. She had chatted with a few of her other friends and they said their stuff was working just fine.

"Oh my gosh!" Glamour exclaimed. "This is so not happening. This is so not happening. I've already freaked out, now mom is gonna freak out when she can't get a hold of me! Even the darn it cellphone isn't working."

She closed off Chrome and was about to shut the laptop when she realized something.

"Maybe my TV isn't working, or anything else," she said to herself. "but maybe I could watch a movie on here."

Then, her MacBook crashed and went off.

"Or not."

Glamour shut the device with a sigh of disappointment. Then something else happened that made her jump up and run to the front window. There had been the sounds of screeching tires and metal against metal right outside her home.

"Oh, man," Glamour whispered. It was luxury on luxury. By the voice of one of the drivers, she could tell he wouldn't be keeping his car. "Does he not have a license?"

The police had been there amazingly fast. Glamour took her wallet off the fancy ebony dining table and ran outside. She didn't really pay attention to the cars at first.

"Hey, what's going on?" Glamour asked the officer.

"Well," he said, watching one of the drivers frantically search for something. "looks like one of these expensive cars is going to have to say 'bye' to it's driver, unless he can find that license he surely has with him."

"How expensive?"

"You'd have to be rich."

Glamour handed the officer her wallet. He looked inside and then back at her, disbelief in his eyes.

"No, I can't drive yet, but I would at least want a cool car when I can. I think it would make me more confident," she was really aiming at the deep purple Corvette, and hadn't much interest in what the other was.

"I don't think you are legible to purchase a ride, young miss. How old are you?"

"Almost sixteen this winter," she took back her wallet and took out a card. "and yes, I am legible. Just no driving yet."

Glamour handed back her wallet with the card on top. It was a sign of approval from the government. It had used to be her mom's, until she got it as a gift for her eleventh birthday. He looked at it in silence and showed it to the poor license-less driver. He sat down on the grass and put his head in his hands.

"Just give the poor guy the money so he can get a license and a new car, okay?"

"Fine with me," she held her hands up a little. "I just want the car."

Glamour was handed back her wallet and the card and the officer flashed the serious cash in front of the frustrated man's face. Glamour wasn't exactly sure just how much she had, but it must have been a bunch of thousand dollar bills. His eyes lit up immediately and he said something to the officer. Glamour had just realized what car she had actually bought. A yellow and black Chevrolet Camaro. She brought her hand to her mouth.

"This is totally happening," she gasped, stifling a whine of joy. She had to be civilized about this. She turned to the officer as the other man, the one with the license, was driven away with his Corvette towed along with him. "Could you possibly get my soon-to-be-new car into my garage somehow? I can fix it."

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather have professionals look at it? And are you sure you can even fix it yourself?"

"Don't worry, my dad taught me all about fixing pretty much any car ever made. He was a professional. I am considered to be a professional in my family now, too. You won't even recognize it next time you see it around."

"I would love to see proof of that," the officer started walking back to his own car when Glamour stopped him. "Huh?"

"Come by in three weeks."

"Yeah, I'll do that. I'll send some people over to push that piece of crap into your garage."

Glamour was left standing there with her new car beat up in the middle of the road as the police drove off. She sighed and looked at the car in poor shape.

"Who needs other 'guys' to come over for me?" she said as she slowly approached it. "I bet I could push you myself."

Glamour could have sworn she saw the car back up the slightest centimeter. She shook her head.

"Oh, come on Glamour, you know there's no such thing as a giant alien robot from a different planet," she scoffed at herself and moved to the back of the car, which was pretty much unscathed. Again, she could have sworn she saw it move, this time forward now that she was behind it.

Glamour decided to keep testing until it was officially decided by her that the 'no such thing as' idea was false. She carefully put her hands on the back of the car and pushed with all her might to turn it to her garage. Success! It wasn't really as heavy as she had thought it would have been. Again, she pushed, rolling it into the driveway. She paused. She started to go inside, but stopped herself. Glamour stopped right outside the door and studied a very heavy looking box on the porch. At once, she knew it was the thing she had ordered like two months ago and broke open the box. She took out the device and carried it back to the driveway. Thankfully, those things were adjustable, and she made it fit snuggly around one of the tires. Then she examined her work to make sure she had done it right. Glamour had worked with one of those before, but couldn't remember what it was called. She decided she would find out later.

She ran inside and passed through at least five rooms to get to the garage, and opened the large door with a single press of a circular white button on the wall. She stared at the car. Instead of straight, like she had left it, it was turned to one side, now diagonal to the driveway. The locked tire was in the same place. The beat up front looked really sad from the side. There must have been a logical explanation as to how it have been moved, but she couldn't think of any said logic. No one else was around for...she didn't know, miles? She snapped the metal piece off the tire, careful not to spike the rubber. Going to the back again, she rightened the car and pushed it into the huge garage. She figured her dad would have been proud of her for fixing it by herself. Or at least going to. She closed the garage door and shut the door to the house to keep flies out. She was alone at home, in her garage, with the one car she thought she knew she wouldn't have. Ever.

It sat there, looking miserable. Well, it was miserable, she knew that. She knew a few things about that car, and it knew absolutely nothing about her. Especially the fact that she was going to make it reveal it's greatest secret, wether it liked it or not. Then she realized something. She had no idea when her mom was going to get home or how she was going to hide that big thing until she had finished fixing it.

"Maybe I don't have to do it the long way..," she said to herself with an air of mischief in her voice. She stood in front of the car and placed one hand, very tentatively, on the hood.

She focused with all her power into her hand's secret abilities. Glamour slowly began making her hand into a fist, and she saw, and heard, the metal of the front push out back into the sleek form it had once been in. The headlights flickered and she realized she would need to fix those, too. When the form was restored, she repeated with the lights, this time using both her hands for sake of time. She finally let her focus fail and panted, her head down and eyes closed. She let out a short sigh and looked at what she had done. Yeah, that officer really wasn't going to recognize the once-a-piece-of-crap car.

She heard the sound of another car scrunching on gravel outside. Her head whipped up, and instantaneously her hand hovered over the car, forming that fist once again. She didn't know how the car had held still for this, or even what she was doing, but it didn't budge as she shrunk it to a size small enough for her to pick up. The garage door started to open and Glamour snatched the little car from the stone floor, running inside. She hurried up the two flights of stairs and ended up slamming the door behind her as she found safety in her room. Then she noticed the tiny car in her hand was shaking. Literally. Not from being ran with, but probably from having been shrunk. Or both. It had happened so suddenly he probably still hadn't registered what had happened.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!"

Glamour walked across her room and set the car on her nightstand, sitting on her bed beside it. It rolled backwards to the far corner, seemingly observing her. There was absolutely nothing on her desk, so she could enlarge the car just enough so it looked like a model. Her mom didn't let her know when she was home, nor did she let Glamour know when she was entering her room. Well, she was more of a step-mom, which explained why Glamour was thirteen and her 'mom' was twenty-one. She studied the now model-sized car equally, in a kidding manner. It remained still, so she brought up a small smile that calmed pretty much anyone down. Even animals, she found.

"Look,"she said with a soft tone. "I'm not going to hurt you, okay? If you're who I think you are, you shouldn't really be that afraid of me. Even if I did shrink you,"she paused, but still no response. "I guess I should say sorry I did that, huh? Well, I am sorry I had to shrink you, but it was of utmost importance. I promise, it was. Can you even understand me?"

Nothing.

"Um," she thought for a moment. "Can you use your headlights?"

The two lights flickered in response, but the car still faintly shook.

"Okay, good. I've thought of a way for you to give me answers. Sadly, I can only ask yes or no questions. Alright, one flicker yes, two no. Okay?"

One flicker.

"Cool. So...can you forgive me for shrinking you if I tell you the reason?"

Nothing.

"Uh...Okay then. I'll tell you," Glamour stopped short. "You can't talk, can you?"

Two flickers.

"Oh. I thought maybe you had that fixed by now. Anyways. The reason I shrunk you was because my mom...well, she doesn't really know anything about me getting you so suddenly, or that there had been that crash earlier. And if she had seen you, beat up or not, in the garage, there would be questions I probably couldn't even answer. Which I really don't want to go through right now. But now that she's home, you might have to be stuck like that for a while until I tell her that I would like to purchase a car before I need to. Which, she would be okay with that. Unlike other people. Then, she would drop me off at like CarMax or something, then I would return you to full size and...uh, I'll cross that bridge when I get there. Now that you know my reason, will you forgive me?"

The car sat there long enough that Glamour thought she had rambled too much and he had drifted off to nap or something. One flicker yes, came the answer, and Glamour was happy to see that he had stopped shaking.

"Now,"she said. "Why exactly were you in that wreck? Was it the other driver's fault?"

No.

"Was it your fault? Tell me it wasn't your fault."

No.

Glamour thought.

"Was it...your driver's fault?"

Yes.

"Jerk," she muttered. "Did he know about you?"

No.

"Oh. That probably explains why he was most likely being careless and it probably doesn't. I mean, even if their car isn't from another planet, they should still be responsible drivers. A few more questions...um...where's Sam?! He's still with you, right?"

Nothing.

Something impossible popped into Glamour's mind.

"Do you even know Sam?"

Two flickers no.

"Oh my gosh,"Glamour found herself pacing with her hands on her head. "No, no no...no no no! This can't be happening! Oh, this is bad, very very bad."

She was startled when she heard little whirring sounds and looked back to the car on her nightstand. Instead she faced a very very small version of the yellow mech from her favorite fandom. Except this version looked confused.

"Ugh!" she turned back to pacing. "This...this is my dream come true, wrapped in a nightmare! And the nightmare part..,"she turned to the unusually small mech. "I've messed up your storyline and now you think I'm going crazy because you don't know what I'm talking about! You were supposed to be Sam's guardian, but then I just had to blow my money, and now..,"Glamour paused and considered the robot. "you have ended up being my guardian, haven't you?"

He nodded, almost vigorously. Glamour face-palmed. Another idea came up. She was getting really good at having random ideas. She slowly walked over to the mech, apparently her guardian, putting herself in a low, semi-sideways position. The mech's optics now followed her with uncertainty as he somewhat felt her observing him.

"I think...I think I might be able to fix your vocal processor, if you let me."

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"Quick! Alt mode, now!"

Bee showed a look of of confusion and disbelief when Glamour gave him that command. Glamour had obviously heard something, and only she knew it had been footsteps coming up the stairs. Did she hear better than the mech? She decided she'd figure that out later. She climbed on her bed after grabbing a random book from her desk and flipped to a random page. Actually, to her pleasure, it was her favorite part in the last Fablehaven book. How she managed that, only fate knew. The footsteps gained volume on the wood floor outside her door and Glamour's step-mom peeked in, giving a relieved smile and walked over to her adopted child, giving her a hug.

"Mom, what's going on?" Glamour put her book down.

"I came home as soon as you didn't pick up the phone and looked all over the mansion grounds..,"she paused, the air of her young voice hovering a bit. "Only to find you up here, reading a book."

"Yeah, um, about that. Something really weird happened and nothing electricity based would work. Except the lights. Probably just some weird internet, electricity glitch or outage or something like that."

"Well, I'm just glad you're alright," she paused, noticing that for once Glamour's nightstand wasn't empty. "Where'd you get that?" she pointed at what she thought was just a model car.

"Oh, you know how I was outside finishing pulling weeds when you left? I found it on the street before I went inside, thought it was cool, and decided to keep it."

The half truth, but the best she could do without being kicked out of the house due to signs of dementia. Not that she actually had dementia, but her step-mom never liked hearing her talk about Transformers. She believed that fiction would mess with people's brains. She was partly correct, according to Glamour's obsession, though she didn't know anything about that one world, Imagination. Nope, nothing at all.

"Hmm. Well, I'll leave you to it then, you know where I'll be."

"Yes," Glamour sighed. "You'll be off enjoying whatever obsession you have!" she had tried to make the last sentence a little quieter.

Her mom stopped in the doorway and looked at her.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Uh-huh," she left the door behind her open and Glamour heard her descend stairs.

Glamour let out a heavy sigh of relief, much like her step-mom had done earlier. She turned her attention to the transforming car.

"So, do you feel any better now that I completely fixed you?"

"Yes, human, thank you for that."

"It's Glamour," she answered the voice of a bright young male. It was shockingly higher than she had expected, but she guessed that was due to her shrinking him. "And you're welcome. A few more questions I would like to ask before I challenge my mom about that CarMax plan thing. Why did you decide to be my guardian?"

"I...I don't know! Why did I do that?" Bee asked mostly himself. He found himself pacing on the nightstand.

"Well, you're a thinker."

"I am?" he paused, then continued pacing. "I am. Why am I a thinker?"

"Oh, wait, no. You're not a thinker. You're trying to be a chatterbox."

"Sorry, I am the chatterbox of the group," he stopped pacing and faced Glamour. "Do you know why some end up being chatterboxes?"

"Well, most of the time they're the happy-go-lucky people, that drive me nuts with their never ending happiness. And then sometimes, someone is at a very tough spot in life and has no one to talk to, so, naturally, they start talking to whoever they find to make themselves feel better. Either of those sound like you?"

"Uh...first one. My never ending happiness gets to everyone. Even when it's not so never ending."

"What, Ironhide insults you or something every now and then? Wait...he does that to everyone doesn't he?"

"Yeah. And I can tell you are also a chatterbox."

"Kinda hard to miss that attribute of me! Just beware my creepy side. I don't know when or how it will come out, never had or will, but it will eventually."

"Yeah..," drawing it out said there was something else to be said. "Any more questions? You said you had a few."

"Oh, I did, didn't I. Well, um...have you, along with the other Autobots, ever worried about the Decepticons coming after you?"

"Decepticons?"

Glamour couldn't believe she had dumbfounded the mech, but what dumbfounded her even more was that he didn't sound like he had ever heard that term in his life.

"You know? Barricade? Starscream? Megatron?! Remember? They're trying to kill you! No? This is so messed up!"

Question after question, it became clear to her that Bee didn't know what Decepticons were because they simply didn't exist!

"But what about Cybertron? Is that still around?"

"Nope, black hole got it, just the five of us escaped and found ourselves on earth."

Again, that thing in his voice and tone that named him a happy-go-lucky robot, known as happiness, made Glamour's stomach churn. Their planet was just gone, and he didn't seem the least upset about it.

"Aren't you sad about losing your planet?"

"If it were still there, I wouldn't have met you."

Glamour quickly got up and turned her back on the mech. Had he just said what she thought he did? She was just happy he couldn't see her blush at his remark. How could a robot make her feel like that, anyway?

"Wait," she turned back to Bee. "You said there were five of you? Not four?"

"Yeah. Optimus, Ratchet, Ironhide, Jazz, and me."

It was decided:

This wasn't a dream wrapped in a nightmare come true. There was just the dream part, the happy, epic part. And that was the Autobots were real, and the Decepticons weren't. Sadly, Cybertron wasn't around, but still, Glamour had to smile.

Okay, yeah I am such a humorous writer.

Yes, yes you are.

Aww really? You think so?

I know so.

How come?

Because I'm YOU!

Lol sorry just me and my conscience over here. Nothin' to see!

Just get to chapter two!

Alright, quiet you.

What? I helped with that one!

Yeah, okay. Everybody, go read chapter two!

Thank you if you do!

Shut up!