Hello all :D I have recently gotten into a transformer phase and decided to write a lovely story for you all. Also please excuse any mechanical stuff I may get wrong, I'm not a mechanic…. I'm a JANITOR! *holds up the golden mop of ultimate cleanliness*

Summery: ShawnConners thought himself to be a normal human being. Nice job as a Auto body mechanic while doing a nonsensical hobby of inventing things. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happened around him unless one of his experiments happened to explode. That all changed when he got a strange call from his childhood friend Sam Witwicky.

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A small yelp rang out through the oddly silent repair shop, followed by a clang of something metal crashing into something else metal. A door burst open by the force of a small rollerblade smashing into it, seemingly propelled by tiny motors. A tall man followed closely after, the other rollerblade tightly in hand. Giving chase, the man's shaggy medium-length mud-brown hair whipped at his face, stands held there by askew black goggled on his head. His black and blue striped hoodie clung loosely on his shoulders, revealing a tight black tank top underneath. Belts and buckles held a modified tool belt loosely to his side, attached to black camouflage cargo pants rolled up to his knees. Regular white socks adorned his feet, making soft pat noises as he ran. His dark sapphire eyes sparkled with mirth as the run away rollerblade hit a wall, actually sped up it vertically for a few feet, then dropped onto its side and spun wildly in circles on the floor.

The man chuckled as he nabbed the rollerblade from the floor and hit a button on the side, turning off the motors. " It seems I'll have to make the sensitivity of the motors less or even dropping the skate will cause it to start up and shoot off again," He mumbled to himself. A sudden beep rang through the room, coming from a small mesh circle on the ceiling. " Hey Shawn? Where you at? We got a customer." A young male voice came from the mesh circle, obviously a P.A. system. The man picked up a small radio nearby. Hitting a button he said, " I'll be right there Greg, give me a few to put some shoes on." Walking swiftly back to the room, the man know known as Shawn dropped the rollerblades on a shelf. The shelves were full of small electronic devices and odd contraptions. In the corner, what looked like a small cell phone mixed with a I-pod sat. Picking it up, Shawn swiftly pulled some worn out but comfortable runners from under his desk and slipped them on.

Walking through a couple of doors, he entered a room that looked like a car garage but with more computers. One garage door was open, showing off some newly painted and decaled vehicles. Walking over to a front desk of sorts, Shawn leaned on the counter as a young man, no older then 19 looked up at him. " Your customer is over there." Turning to a corner of the garage, a bright smile lit Shawn's face. " Sam!" The teenage boy in question was leaning on a 1976 Chevrolet Camaro, a shit-eating grin on his face. Shawn ran over and leaned on the hood of the car, inspecting the paint and design. Letting out a low whistle, Shawn turned to Sam, " Your dad actually bought you a nice car? The world is going to end!" Sam laughed and punched him in the arm. " Ya well, when it's the only car in the lot with windows, he had no choice but to take it."

Shawn Conners and Sam Witwicky had been friends since they were small. The age difference of 4 years didn't really effect them until Shawn graduated and went to collage. Since Sam stayed in tranquillity and Shawn now lived in Mission City with a new shop, they rarely got to see each other. The new wheels on Sam's side would definitely remedy that.

" So how many girls do you think I can pick up with this guy?" Sam jabbed a thumb at the car as Shawn walked around it, inspecting every detail. " You want my honest opinion or my It-wont-hurt-your-feelings opinion?" Shawn grinned at Sam's face as he ran his hands along the black line on the hood. It felt oddly warm. " I'll take honest for 100 Jim." They laughed and leaned on the hood, getting comfortable. " Well I'd say, none." Shawn grinned at Sam's startled face. " What? This guy has to be a major lady magnet." Putting on a mock-sorrow face, Shawn lightly patted the teenagers shoulder. " I'm sorry to burst your bubble but most girls go for the shiny new cars then the old Junkers from 30 years ago. Only hardcore Car babes would be drawn in by him and they are in rare supply these days. " They shared a laugh and proceeded to catch up with each other.

" So, Greg said you were a customer. What did you come in for? Besides coming to see me." Shawn grinned at the boy as Sam swatted him again. " I wanted to get a new paint job, his is all scratched and chick's don't dig that." Nodding, Shawn took a look at the paint again, finding scratches and marks in the most unusual places where you'd have to be creative to hit. He has also noticed that the paint seemed to have a inner shine, almost like the paint has metals added in it to make it sparkle. " I don't know what I can do man, that paint it has now seems really expensive and rare. I could strip it but then you'd loose that nice sparkle he has." Shawn must have imagined it but the car seemed to raise itself up on its axels, like it was preening at the praise.

"Really? Most paint doesn't have that?" Sam leaned on the hood, trying to catch the sparkle. " 'Fraid so. Most cars sparkle from the waxing and shiner used, but this guy actually has paint that sparkles on him. Its unreal, I've never seen a paint job like that before." Sam seemed to wilt at the prospect of no new paint. " Ah man, oh well. Maybe the girls wont notice the scratches, ya?" Sam went to the drives door and opened it, taking a step in. Shawn leaned on the door, grinning at him. " You can always hope." Waving goodbye, Sam drove slowly out of the garage. Shawn called after him, " Call me more, would ya?" He laughed as Sam waved an affirmative and almost drove his Camaro into the ditch.

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Shawn leaned over a small device, his goggles over his eyes and a small magnifier attached to them. The device looked like a tazer with small pieces of a remote attached to it. He was working on a small panel with buttons. Most were unlabeled but some had stickers under them saying 'on' 'off' 'power up/down' etc. He twisted the screwdriver in his hand slightly before drawing out and closing the panel. Picking up the device, he pointed it at the small T.V. in the corner, playing episodes of Invader Zim. "Test run 23 of handheld electromagnetic pulsar. In 3...2...1.… go!" Shawn hit a button on the side of the device, holding it towards the T.V. Absolutely nothing happened. Shawn sighed and was about to let the button go before the T.V. screen had static run across the screen. It started as small strips but steadily got thicker before covering the whole screen. Excitedly, Shawn let the button go and the screen cleared back to the Show in a few seconds. " Yes!" Shawn jumped up and did a little victory dance around his makeshift inventers room. " Test run 23, success!"

Shawn jumped in surprise as the I-pod/phone vibrated on the table. Running over, he quickly checked the caller ID, finding it to be Sam's cell phone. Quickly hitting the call button, he raised it to his ear. " Hello?" there was a small pause. " Shawn?!" Shawn recoiled from the loud yell, rubbing his ear. " Sam, What was that for?" There was a moment of static and what he could only guess was the thumping of Sam dropping the phone, but he couldn't help but think they were to low and deep for that. A screech of metal was heard before he heard Sam again. " Shawn, you got to help me! These government guys are chasing us and your not going to believe what happened to my Camaro!" Shawn looked at his phone with an eyebrow raised. " Sam? What do you mean your being chased? What's going on?" there was a pause as he heard puffing of breath and gravel crunching on Sam's end. " There's no time, just try and get to tranquility as fast as you can! Please hurry!" the last words seemed to dim before the phone cut off.

Shawn looked at the phone surprised. What the heck was going on? Quickly putting his phone in his pocket, he cleaned up is inventions as fast as he could. Running out of the lab he grabbed his keys and ran to his bedroom. Grabbing a backpack, he put an emergency kit, some clothes, his rollerblades, and water in it. It never hurt to be prepared right? Running quickly to the front door, he paused only to lock the door before running across the lot to his car. A custom-painted navy blue and silver Toyota Matrix sat in the corner of the lot, Shawn's pride and joy. Quickly getting in, he tossed the backpack into the back seat and started the car. He drove quickly out of the city, heading towards tranquility, which was a few hours away, and hoped he wouldn't be too late.

As he drove he constantly redialled Sam's cell phone, hoping for an answer. He was about half way to tranquility when his latest call to Sam was fruitful. After a few rings, instead of the usual voicemail, static came through. " Sam?!" Shawn yelled as he took a turn towards tranquility. There was a small pause that seemed like eternity to Shawn as static continued through the speaker. As he was about to give up, a small voice called through the static. A few seconds later he could make out Sam's voice urgently calling his name. " Sam?! Where the hell are you?! Do you know how worried I am?!" Shawn yelled into his phone, driving around a slow car in front of him. " … Shawn… where…. You? Are…. Mission….? Stay…."

" What? Sam, what are you trying to say?" Shawn's face screwed up in worry and confusion as he stopped his car in a side-road gas station parking lot. " Shawn…. Mission city…… attack…… stay…" Shawn gasped, mind thinking up a million possibilities with those words. " Sam? What are you talking about? Who attacked you? What's happening at Mission city? Stay where?"

" Can't….. Don't….. Stay… Mission…" The line cut with those dreadful words. Shawn got a determined look in his eye's as he closed his cell phone. Quickly pulling out, he drove back as fast as he could back to mission city. If Sam wanted him to stay away then something big was going down and he wasn't going to let Sam deal with it himself. Lord knows the Boy took too much on himself already.

Coming to an intersection, Shawn waited patiently for a progression of very odd vehicles to pass before turning and following after them. Why a Peterbilt truck, a GMC Topkick, a Pontiac Solstice, a Search and rescue hummer, and a 2009 concept Chevrolet Camaro were driving together was anyone's guess and one not to high on Shawn's priority list at that moment. Coming up quickly behind the Topkick Shawn twitched impatiently at the processions need to stay on the speed limit. Everyone knows going over the speed limit by 10 kilometres was the universal rule. As the other lane cleared, Shawn quickly gunned it and rode along past the line of vehicles quickly. Coming up to the Camaro, Shawn quickly looked over and was taken by surprise to see Sam riding in the back.

A spike of irrationality and anger took over Shawn as he slid in front of the vehicles. He quickly braked and turned his care sideways across the road, cause the vehicles to stop or risk crashing into him. Before they could go around him, he quickly grabbed his backpack, got out and ran at the Camaro. " SAMUEL J. WITWICKY!!! You have some explaining to do!!" The Camaro's back door opened quickly and a very surprised Sam got out slightly, a strange cube gripped in hand. " Shawn?! What are you doing here? I though I told you to stay away from Mission city!"

Shawn's anger went into rage as the last few hours of worry and frustration took its toll. Walking up the boy he pushed a finger into his chest. " What am I doing here? WHAT AM I DOING HERE?! You're the one who called me suddenly and was shouting like aliens from the dark corners of the universe was on your ass and you have the guts to tell me where I should be?! What is going ON?! And what's with the Camaro, where's your old one?"

Sam twitched, a sign he was nervous and was trying to get out of something. Shawn crossed his arms and planted a foot firmly in the doorway to prevent to Camaro from leaving until he had his explanation. " We don't have time for this Shawn, we got to move! There's something bad after us." Shawn's Anger drained a little at this but he didn't move his foot. " What's going on Sam? I want an answer and Im not letting you leave until I get it." Sam's face screwed up in frustration. There was a pause and then Sam did something very unexpected. He got out of the doorway, grabbed Shawn's shirt and pushed him into the Camaro, following himself. Shawn yelped as he landed on a very stunning young lady on the opposite seat and heard the door close. The Camaro took off, a guy looking like he belonged in the army at the wheel.

Shawn quickly climbed off the girl and turned to Sam, a very calm, stoic expression on his face. Sam quickly laughed nervously, " Shawn I can explain." Shawn just sat there, arms crossed and raised an eyebrow. Sam Swallowed and seemed to take a large breath. " Ok, You know how I said the government was after us on the phone?" Shawn nodded, face still blank. " Well there was a reason, this car is the reason." Shawn raised an eyebrow at the boy, " I fail to see how a new Camaro can cause the government to kidnap you in the middle of the night." Sam let out a breathe and clutched the odd cube in his grip harder. Shawn studied it a moment. It looked like some sort of Egyptian or Greek artifact.

" That's the thing Shawn, this isn't a new car, its my old one." Shawn frowned at the boy. " Sam, you would do well not to lie to me when I can obviously tell it's a lie. How in the world were you going to expect a Auto-Body mechanic to not tell the difference to different generation vehicles?" Sam looked like he wanted to bang his head against the cube in his hands. " It's true Shawn, this is my old car. He changed his appearance to blend better." Shawn scoffed. " So what? Your going to tell me that your car just happened to have a program to change its appearance at will and complete change its paint and design just cause it can will it?" Sam grinned slightly. " No, Im going to tell you that my Car is a Giant alien robot with programs that can complete change his design and paint to fit his needs just cause he can will it."

There was silence in the car as the procession approached Mission City. " Sam? Do you feel ok?" It was Sam's turn to look at Shawn like he lost his head. " Yes, fine." Shawn kept an eyebrow raised at him. " Are you sure, cause I swear I just heard you tell me your car was a Giant robot Alien." The radio, silent since he had entered the car, suddenly burst to life. " It's true! Why.. Why don't cha… Believe in me! … and in the truth we trust. " Shawn stared at the radio like it was haunted. Slowly turning to Sam, who had a shit-eating grin on his face, he said, " That doesn't prove anything."

The Vehicles entered the city, weaving slowly between traffic. Shawn noticed Vaguely that they were heading in the direction of his shop. Suddenly the procession was added to by army vehicles. " What's going on?" Shawn looked at the other passengers in the car. " Well," Sam started, fiddling with the odd cube, " The enemies of my Alien car here-" Sam paused here at Shawn's snort," Are trying to get this here cube." Shawn looked over the cube, seeing nothing but an odd cube that could have, maybe but not likely, been made in early times. He raised an eyebrow as Sam continued. " We are heading to a drop point and we're giving the cube to the Army to keep it safe as my Auto-bot- Alien- friends fight the bad guys."

The cars stopped in a road and a African Army guy started speaking into a radio. A F-22 raptor flew over head as they got out of the cars. Shawn glowered at Sam, " This isn't funny Sam, what's really going on?" The girl stepped over to him and lightly touched his arm. " Sam's telling the truth, just wait." Shawn snorted and looked up as the plane gave another pass. There was a pause as the Radio guy tried to contact the pilot. Suddenly, the Topkick parked in front of him just seemed to explode, pieces shifting in and out until a face was looking at him. Shawn racked his brain for an appropriate response and found only one thing to do. " Holy Ben Kenobi!" With that yell, Shawn scrambled back, tripped on a rock, crashed into Sam, and cause both of them to fall to the ground.

The Topkick took no mind and only turned to the other vehicles and said one sentence that cause all of them to suddenly explode and shift. " It's Starscream!"

Sam and Shawn scrambled to there feet as two of the -ALEIN- robot's grabbed a truck and started turning it upright. " Back up, Back up!" there were shouts to fall back and hide around him but all Shawn could make his body to was stand there and watch the -ALIEN- F-22 circle around and launch missiles at the upturned truck. The world seemed to suddenly lack sound as the earth exploded around him, a -ALIEN- robot flying over him. Landing harshly on the ground, Shawn saw Sam and the girl slowly stand up as they were showered with flying glass and debris.

People yelled out for confirmation of being alright as Shawn stood, he breathed hard and fast as a Small yellow -ALIEN- robot crawled off a wall, its legs torn to pieces, right beside him. That robot has landed not 4 feet from him. People crouched behind chunks of buildings and cars. Shawn slowly walked around the crawling yellow Bot, Sam was near his head calling for a Ratchet for some odd reason. Walking close, Shawn lightly touched the metal, finding it oddly warm, like Sam's Car the other day. This was Sam's car. The Bot turned his head to him and all he could do to explain himself was give the Bot a look filled with Awe, wonder, and fear.

Suddenly an explosion was heard. Shawn's body took control and he stuck himself under the only cover nearby, the Robot's arm. Clutching the weapon adorned arm for life, Shawn peaked out and saw a most intriguing sight. A tank was sitting in the middle of the road, shooting pot shot's at them…… A TANK. Fear shot up Shawn's spine as he hid in the robot's arm. It's real, Oh my god, IT`S REAL.

People scrambled around him, trying to get away form the destruction. The Tank shifted as the solstice attacked him, the Topkick and Hummer joining in. the Bot currently being used at a shield by him lifted and reached out in front of itself, leaving Shawn exposed. Peaking up, he saw Sam take the strange cube from the Bot. Slowly crawling towards him, Shawn tapped Sam. "Sam?" Sam looked down at him, covered in dirt and grime. " Oh god Shawn, what..?" They both didn't know what to say, Shawn sat next to Sam for comfort at knowing a Friendly was nearby and Sam sat next to Shawn for support, for himself or Bumblebee he didn't know.

Shawn watched a Giant flying -Alien- land nearby, the bots that had arrived with them seemed to greatly fear him. Megatron. That was the name floating around. Shawn watched passively at the winged Giant shot and downed the solstice. Sam flinched beside him as a Tow truck stopped nearby them. The girl got out of the driver seat and recruited Sam into hooking the injured Bot onto the truck. Shawn got unsteadily to his feet and slowly walked to the bot. lightly touching its face, making bot looked at him. Shawn didn't know what to do, he was in a battle zone, confronted with a situation so preposterous it was called fiction, and when he looked into the optics of that being he could only think of one thing to say.

" Do not worry. Everything happens for a reason. One day we will look back on these days and believe that there could have been no other way because all that happens now and forever, happened with reason." the bot looked at his in what he could only name as surprise. Heck, he was surprised himself. He just spouted off the most philosophical thing in his life, and all it took was Giant robots to fight in his city.

Shawn watched the slow hook up of the Bot onto the tow truck passively. It seemed like a dream that had spilled into the waking world. Soldiers ran past them, asking for the cube and screaming on radios. Shawn turned back to where they came and saw the two pieces of the Solstice fall to the ground coldly and a Helicopter shift and land on a skyscraper behind that. They were so dead.

Shawn turned back to the tow truck as Sam grabbed the cube and a flare. the Topkick and Hummer were behind, firing on the tank. Sam started down the road only to be stopped by the girl. Suddenly, Shawn spotted a pair of innocently laying rollerblades. A small backpack lay nearby, a very familiar back pack. Shawn ran over and quickly picked up the rollerblades. Small, familiar motors sat in the wheels. Quickly he put them on, careful to not put pressure on the wheels. Looking out, He spotted Sam running down the road ahead of him. Taking a breathe, Shawn built up the nerve and pushed down on his Blades. The wheels started off, pushing him forward automatically.

Skirting around debris, Shawn quickly caught up with Sam and the bots. Slowing slightly Shawn came up beside him. " Sam!" The teenager looked at him, and his eyes widening in surprise. " Sam, this way!" Shawn pointed at a turn off with debris. " What?!" the two humans dodged around some cars, as the helicopter landed in front of them. The rotor blades cut into the cars around them missing by feet. " Just trust me! I live here!" the two ducked as the F-22 landed as well, kicking up asphalt and cars. They got trapped in a corner at the two friendly bots engaged the flyers. Sam looked at him, fear written on his face, and nodded quickly. " OK, lead the way!" Shawn nodded and looked over the hood of the car. The jet jumped, shifted , and shot off. " This way!"

Shawn engaged the motors and shot across the street, Sam not far behind. The Topkick half laid on the ground behind him. " Get to the building Sam!" The two shot down a street, running past cars and people. Shawn looked up and saw the lot for his shop, beyond that was the entrance to the building. The two swiftly crossed the street and entered the car lot to Shawn's shop. Shawn looked behind and Sam trip, stumble and drop the cube. On impact a bright ring of blue erupted from the cube, encased his shop and the nearby street then disappeared. Suddenly, electronics that was in the blast exploded and shifted into little red eyed beings reminiscent of the big winged one, Megatron.

Shawn and Sam paused as a Mountain dew machine fired soda grenades around it. Shawn blinked at the high powered explosive sugary goodness, " That would be so cool if it wasn't going to hurt us." Sam and Shawn jumped as the Alien jet sped towards them in the sky. " Oh shit, Go Go Go!" Shawn shoved Sam and pushed him along to wards the building. Reaching the entrance they both ran along the wide floor, trying to find the stairs. Shawn screamed as a wall blew, the jet leader crashing into the building. "I can smell you humans!" Shawn found the stairwell, waving Sam over. Sam ran up the stairs as Shawn rode the railing up on his motorized blades. Megatron followed by smashing through the floor behind them.

Reaching the roof first, Shawn pushed open the path for Sam, shoving boxes and clothing away. Sam lighted the flare as they ran into the open. Shawn looked to the right and spotted the F-22 alien. His eyes widened as Sam reached out the cube to the human helicopter. " Wait! Missile!" Sam backed up as the missile hit the helicopter. The two screamed and ducked as the helicopter lost control and crashed into the building.

" Hang on Sam!" Shawn spotted a flame decorated robot on the roof below them as their roof exploded as Megatron surfaced like some king of lake monster from the rubble. Shawn screamed and ran behind a few concrete stacks in the middle of the building as he spotted Sam cornered on the edge. " Oh you stupid, stupid boy!" Shawn whispered as Megatron leaned towards the captive teenager. " Give me the Allspark and you may live to be my pet." Allspark? Oh the cube, right. Shawn snorted and slowly edged around the blocks, trying to spot an opening to help Sam.

" I'm never giving you this Allspark!" Shawn saw Megatron flick his hand, unleashing what could only be called a flail from his hand. " Oh, so unwise." Megatron swung, aiming at Sam's corner. The statue's exploded, debris and shrapnel exploded from the corner. " SAM!!!" Shawn sped over to the side of the building, completely ignoring Megatron.

He saw Sam fall, rock and concrete around him until suddenly a blue hand reached out and caught him. Megatron leapt off the side of the building after them as the red flamed bot did a controlled fall to the ground. Shawn sped back over the roof and launched himself back down the staircase. Explosions and thuds rang outside and Shawn could only prayed that Sam would be alive when he got outside. Blasting full speed on his rollerblades out the door, Shawn came to a screeching halt at the site that opened up to him.

There was a dead helicopter bot to his left, army guys swarmed passed him. F-22's were shooting missiles at the flail carrying jet while the flame bot was laying off to the side. The missile's were forcing the leader jet towards the blue one. Suddenly, Shawn spotted Sam under the blue one's arm. " Sam!" Shawn sped towards the boy dodging under the leader jet as the flame bot tripped him. Stopping beside the teenager he helped him up, clutching the Allspark in the boys hands so he wouldn't drop it. Sam yelled and the two tripped up, Megatron hovering over them. " My…. Allspark!"

Sam tripped up, slowly crawling backwards as Shawn stood over him, in front of the Allspark. " Sam, shove the Allspark into my chest, now!" Shawn looked behind him and into Sam's face. The determined shine in the boy's eyes plus his glance at Megatron had Shawn understanding perfectly. Nodding, Shawn helped Sam up and, together against the blue Bots wishes, shoved the spark up and into the flyers chest.

Shawn yelled as the Allspark discharged energy around them, giving a sense of being electrocuted. Megatron's body spasms above them, yelling as his chest melted and contorted painfully. Shawn and Sam backed up quickly as Megatron's body fell to the ground smouldering and lifeless.

The Blue bot walked slowly over as the forces from the beginning slowly converged on there location. Looking down on the jet leader the bot said something surprising, " You left me no choice brother." Brother? We just killed this guys brother! Shawn backed away from the corpse slowly, a tingle running along his body. Doing a slow circle, Shawn realised his shop was only a couple buildings away and he missed most of the missile damage. The Topkick walked over to the flame bot and handed him the two pieces of the solstice. " I'm sorry Prime, we couldn't save him."

The bot named Prime looked down at the two pieces. " Oh, Jazz." He shook his head and looked at the gathered forces. Shawn scanned the area, the army forces and girl with the tow truck had arrived. The yellow bot was still attached to it and missing its legs. The Topkick and hummer stood behind prime and the bodies of enemy aliens was littered everywhere. " To day we lost a great comrade and gained new ones." Prime announced to the gathering. " thank-you, you honour us with your-" Shawn yelp cut off the rest of Prime's speech and the gathering turned towards him to see a strange sight. The rollerblades that had adorned Shawn's feet for the battle had suddenly shifted around his feet, dumped him to the ground and were now standing on top of him, one on his stomach and the other on his head.

There was a pause as no one moved in fear of triggering the bots on the human. A series of blips and screeches had the Bots in the area recoil in shock.

"Creator!"

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Phase one COMPLETE! Tells me what you think yes? :D R&R