I have spent about an hour of my life debating the name of this story. It's going to suck.

...You have been warned.

Important (Maybe?) note at the bottom~

BANG!

The brunette rolled over in her bed, muttering something incomprehensible before pulling the warm blanket back up and over her shoulders. She snuggled sleepily into the single pillow on her small bed, preparing to fall back into slumber…

CRASH!

"Ok! I'm up!"

Alisha was up like a shot at the second loud noise, already swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and into the floor barely a second after she completely awoke. She took a moment to brush the sleep out of her eyes and stretch before moving again, this time reaching for a smart phone on the table beside her. She clicked a button on the side and the screen flashed to life.

2:41 A.M.

September 21

The brunette sighed, ("Stupid loud noises…Waking me up…") her hands reaching up to brush the frizzy bush she called hair behind her ears and place a pair of square glasses on her face. She blinked a few time to adjust to the sudden clarity and then glanced over to the window when another rumbling noise echoed around outside, just barely loud enough to lightly rattle the floorboards," Another storm…?" She murmured in confusion," There wasn't supposed to be-"

A loud meow brought Alisha's attention to the doorway of her bedroom where a small black tabby cat was looking at her expectantly. She jumped, startled, at the noise, but calmed quickly and sent a glare at the feline. The cat scratched its chin on the doorframe nonchalantly before leaping up onto a desk in the corner and sitting down," I'm not going to pet you. It's three in the morning." Alisha frowned at the cat slightly, "And because you scared the living hell out of me." A purr rumbled from its throat.

Another muffled noise echoed from outside and Alisha turned her gaze over to the window once again," That's right… I was going to check the weather. I need to know whether or not I should go get those rocking chairs inside…" She clicked the power button on the phone, flinching when the bright screen blinded her for a moment.

"Four new messages… Probably from Felisha. Knowing her, she probably sent them not even an hour ago," She clicked on her inbox and let out a small laugh when she caught sight of the time, which was indeed about an hour before she awoke. She skimmed the messages, deeming them not important enough to respond to right then and swiftly opened the weather app.

Alisha rolled her eyes when the map appeared, blank as can be," I hate how long it takes for these things to load…" After a moment of staring blankly at the screen, she zoomed out on the map and caught sight of numerous splotches of green.

Nowhere near her house.

She paused for a second before standing and approaching the window to stare thoughtfully at the cloudless sky outside. Just then, a burst of sudden light flashed from somewhere out of sight accompanied by a loud 'clang'.

"Okay, thunder does not sound like someone dropped a wrench in a metal bin- What is that?" She leaned to the side of the window, trying to catch sight of the source of the light flashing around outside. The first thought that crossed her mind was that maybe someone was trying to break into the abandoned barn outside, but then she remembered that the door had been left wide open. The fact that she was miles from civilization served to confused her even more.

It could have been an animal that perhaps got a hold on the lights inside of the building, but she was positive she had those things locked to the wall with a few nails. She had to after the last time an owl decided to perch on the small lights. She could have accidently left the lights on outside as well…

Okay… I don't really know who else would be out here, seeing as I live in the middle of NOWHERE! Alisha frowned, her eyebrows drawing together in confusion. She hesitated for a moment, then walked out of her room and shutting the door and locking the feline inside, much to her cat's irritation. She trotted down the stairs and into the kitchen, peeking into the garage for a quick moment to see if there was any sign of what was making the noises. There was no one there.

Alisha shook her head; she was probably just hearing a stray raccoon rummaging around in the garbage cans outside the house. Or maybe one of those coyotes got in a scuffle with another animal. Though, that still didn't explain the lights…

Alisha let out a sigh and turned, intending to head back to her room and at least try to get some rest before she had to get up and begin working on her projects. So what if there was some strange person or animal doing things in her backyard? There was a slim chance that they would be able to get into her house in the first place.

And plus, she was too tired to deal with this crap.

They can't get into the house without setting off EVERY alarm I own. But if they do, I could just grab my airsoft gun and scar them off. The brunette paused, probably… She shrugged off the thought and continued over to the stairs, taking a second to glance out the window once more before tripping and falling in a heap onto the staircase.

"What the hell was that?!" She cried, scrambling to pull herself back over to the window. Alisha stared with wide eyes at the odd, glowing liquid spattered in tiny droplets on the top right corner of the window. It was a dark cyan color and shimmered almost in a way that reminded her of oil. It gave off a luminescent glow, bright enough to light up the wall beside it, "Jesus Christ…"

The woman turned her startled gaze to the outside, noting in shock that her yard was covered in miniscule puddles of the strange liquid as well as pieces of faintly glimmering metal," What in the hell-"She hurried over to her back door, hands fumbling with the lock a moment before she finally managed to turn it. The door was pushed open cautiously,"…I don't think coyotes did this."

Obviously.

Alisha stepped out into the darkness of the yard, her eyes running over the small patches 'glowy-blue-stuff' littering the ground. She took a deep breath to calm herself as she began making her way over to the biggest patch. She crouched down, staring in something akin to admiration at the beautiful substance," Good god, it's so pretty…" Alisha murmered, hands reaching out to touch the glow.

She could just barely feel a faint heat radiating from the glowing substance against her fingertips when another sound echoed around the yard, emanating from the barn a few yards away. Her hands jerked back and she fell on her rump, head snapping over to the sound's origin. Alisha felt her breath catch in her throat at the sight of a dim glow flickering from within the unused barn.

Through the cracks in the old wood Alisha could see a faint light- not blue like the liquid, but instead a pure white," That must have been the light I saw earlier…" She realized, standing from her crouched position and wandering over. As she approached the barn, she wondered why she hadn't noticed the origin before- it wasn't extraordinarily bright, but a few of the beams were shining out through the window and onto the side of the house.

Suddenly, just as she reached the door, it flickered off and then back on again. It blinded her for just a moment and the brunet took a second to rub her eyes before continuing into the barn.

It was as empty as ever.

Alisha glanced up and caught sight of a startled looking owl staring at her from atop a small hanging light she kept in the structure just in case of emergencies. A scowl marred her face as she prowled over to the small tool-ridden table, picking up a screwdriver and tossing it at the bird. It took off with an annoyed squawk, swooping down towards the door and vanishing out into the night," And stay out you stupid bird!" She hissed.

The young woman let out a yawn that faded into a sigh, turning off the light and exiting the barn, wincing at the loud slam that echoed from the door. She frowned, glancing over the blue liquid and metal that covered her yard," Y'know what? I bet you I'm being pranked. That's totally it, someone wanted to pull a fast one on the crazy-lady-in-the-mountains, eh?" Her frown turned into a full on scowl," Whatever, I can deal with this stupid crap in the morning. I really want to know where they got that glow stuff though… Probably from the inside of a glow stick or something. God knows these kids are stupid enough to do it."

She marched back over to the back door and nearly yanked her arm right out of its socket when it didn't open. Alisha stared in disbelief at the white chipped paint," How the hell did I lock myself out of my own house?!" She asked the air incredulously. Well, it's not really my house, its dad's, but…

"Whatever," she huffed, irritation rising," I'll just go through the garage!"

Alisha made her way to the front of the house, spitefully kicking one of the stray metal pieces on her way. It clattered noisily onto the broken cement sidewalk pieces but she took no notice, intent on breaking back into her own house and sleeping the last few precious hours before she had to wake up again.

She absentmindedly pushed her glasses closer to her eyes and let her head fall back as she turned the corner, pausing for a moment to gaze up at the bright stars shining above her. The tiny dots glowed in the darkness alongside the half-moon, which was almost bright enough to light the area around her. A sigh left her mouth and she turned away from the sky to face the garage door.

Her brows furrowed and she leaned down, catching sight of the light peeking through the space between the metal door and the ground. Alisha frowned once again in confusion, had she not closed the door completely? Almost exactly as she finished the thought, a loud crash of metal hitting the ground rang through the night air, emanating from within the garage.

Alisha jumped, startled, and clumsily flailed for a brief moment before she was able to regain her footing. She stared blankly at the wide metal door for a few moments before finally grasping what had just happened. Someone's in my garage…

And the noises weren't just from the stupid bird.

She took a few breaths to calm herself, ignoring the fact that she was failing to do anything other than panic more. Okay, so we got some crazy guy messing around in my garage. That leaves two questions- what do I do and how the hell did they get in?! That door is locked tight! Alright, maybe the latter question wasn't important, but she was slightly curious. Okay, never mind that doesn't matter now.

Alisha glanced around the area in search of some sort of weapon but came up short. The only object that could be used as any sort of defense was a broken metal bat that she had forgotten to throw out. …That could work? She paused only for a moment before quietly taking the broken bat from its place under a dark green bush.

She turned once she had acquired her weapon and clutched it to her chest, taking a few steps towards the door. Oh my god, I'm actually doing this right now. Oh my god-

She stopped about half a meter away from the door, oh god, what if they have a gun or something? I mean, I could just stay out here for the night. That would be totally fine- From somewhere within the woods, the sound of a branch snapping echoed out. She shuddered, I just can't win, can I?

Alisha kneeled on the ground, getting an idea. She laid her head on the ground and peeked through the gap, trying to catch sight of the mystery person in her garage, but was unable to see completely due to her glasses not allowing her to lean down completely. When she took them off, the only sight that met her eyes was a collage of fuzzy blurs.

Standing, the woman bit her lip and fingered the handle of the broken bat. The best option was the one she didn't favor, as always.

Alisha gulped, reaching down to grab hold of the bottom of the door and prepared to yank it up. She hesitated, once again considering the other option- just sleeping outside and letting this stranger do whatever they were doing, but she strengthened her resolved and opened the door before she could think more on it.

The door rocketed up with a loud rumble and she raised her bat threateningly, preparing to swing before she stopped.

And stared.

Alisha had no idea what she was looking at in that moment, too caught up with the thought of bashing some nonexistent thief's head in. The moment when she realized the other being's presence, though, she swore her heart stopped.

The first detail she noticed was how tall it was, crouching as low as physically possible in the medium-sized garage. It had a body almost similar to a human's, covered in what looked like armor, but for all she knew it could have been the being's skin. There were two pairs of structures located near its back. One pair, she fearfully observed, looked almost like a pair of crimson tipped rockets perched on the top of its shoulders. The other was two symmetrical rectangular shapes placed on the being's shoulder blades. If she peered at them close enough, she could have sworn they had moved.

It was holding one of her welders in its hand with great difficulty, seemingly intent on sealing what looked to be a wound on its arm. Leaking from said wound was the same liquid she saw scattered around her yard. So that's where it came from…

The being's colors were a simple black and white, Alisha noticed, only excluding the odd red shapes on its head. Her eyes fell a bit and she noticed the yellow-orange glass over the area where its eyes might have been, and for some reason she had the feeling it was staring at her. Alisha held her gaze level with the colored glass as she gaped.

This would have gone on longer if Alisha would have remembered to breath. She coughed slightly, tearing her eyes away from the magnificent being to suck in a breath.

"…?"

She froze, did that thing just speak? She pushed her glasses up onto her face with a shaking hand, "W-What?"

The being tilted its head," My apologies, I just now acquired your species' language off of the 'World Wide Web'. I asked if your Ventilation Systems were malfunctioning."

Alisha stared for a moment. "…Huh?"

"Soooo... You're an alien robot. From the planet Cybertron."

"That is correct. Although, a less offensive term would be 'mech'."

"-And you crash landed on Earth because you ran out of fuel for your ship, which is now a few miles from somewhere that is not here."

"Yes."

"Oh. ...So are you going to kill me for discovering you?"

"That has yet to be seen."

"...Oh good. I was worried I might actually live to twenty. Uh... I guess I should at least tell you my name before you start contemplating my death. Hiya, name's Alisha Jay. I'm guessing you've got a name, too?"

"Of course."

"... Are you going to tell me?"

"Perhaps."

"Uh... Please?"

"... My name is Prowl."

"Like a cat?"

There was a sigh.

Okaaaaay! First thing's first, this takes place in the Transformers Prime universe.

Yes, you read that correctly. The only reason I am writing this is for one- my own personal gain(*cough*headcanons*cough*), and two- I really just want to finally post one of these damn things on this site that has killed my entire social life. And so that I may further destroy yours.

If I decide to actually continue this, do not expect weekly updates. WEEEELL, maaaybe. It all depends on whether or not I can get my lazy ass up and actually work on this.

So expect spontaneous updates!

Review please! (I guess?)

Tell me how I messed up! Leave tips! SHOW ME THE TRUTH!

~Bane-sama out!