Lindsey here again! This isn't exactly redoing Dark to Light, but I'm still gonna have Nova in here. So, Summary goes, Sam has a girl living in his house. She's been there since she was thirteen, and she seems like a normal girl. But when the Autobots and Decepticons show up, everyone is going to find out that there's more to Nora than meets the eye…
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers.
Chapter 1: Psycho Car!
"Sam! Nora! Wake up! It's time for school!" Nora groaned and sat up in bed. Her adopted mother was nice, and she loved her to death, but sometimes she could be a real pain in the butt.
"Coming, Aunt Judy!" Nora called. Even though she was practically their daughter, she didn't call Ron and Judy Witwicky "Dad" and "Mom". Calling them Mr. and Mrs. Witwicky was too formal (not to mention a mouthful) so she settled on "Uncle Ron" and "Aunt Judy".
Groggily getting out of bed, Nora put on her favorite gray Harry Potter t-shirt, boyfriend jeans, blue converse, and her lucky bracelet. It was silver with three charms: a running horse, a heart, and a music note. Nora swore it was lucky because the school team never lost when she wore that bracelet.
After brushing her teeth and yanking a brush through her hair, she put in a black headband and examined herself in the mirror. Her blue eyes sparkled and her brown hair was straight with just a little flip at the ends. It ended just past her shoulders. Satisfied, Nora grabbed her khaki tote-bag with a swimming horse on it and skipped downstairs.
"Morning, Aunt Judy. Uncle Ron already at work?" Nora asked as she sat down next to her "brother" Sam.
"No, he had to leave early to pick up more pain pills for Mojo," Judy replied as she sat two plates of eggs, bacon, and toast on the table. "What would you like to drink, kids?"
Sam and Nora both rolled their eyes at the word "kids". "Milk, Mom," Sam replied.
"Ditto," Nora answered before biting into her toast. One thing was for sure, Aunt Judy was strange, but she was one heck of a cook!
After downing their breakfast, Sam and Nora said good-bye and began walking to school.
"I'm really excited about today, Nora," Sam said happily as soon as they were out of the yard.
"Why's that?" Nora replied, knowing full-well what he meant.
"Because, if I get one more A, Dad's gonna take me to get a car," he replied, smiling wistfully.
"Sam, I wouldn't get too excited," Nora warned. "You barely got the last A, and history is your worst subject. Also, you only had to give Uncle Ron two grand, meaning the car'll probably be cheap. You know him."
"Yeah, well, if it has four wheels and it runs, I'll be happy," Sam replied.
"You will not, and you know it!" Nora shot back. "With your self-esteem issues, you'll consider anything less than a Porsche a piece of crap unworthy to be seen. Look, knowing Uncle Ron, just consider yourself lucky if it has an engine in it." With that, Nora turned and went inside the large entryway.
"Nora!" someone called from down the hall. Smiling, the sixteen-year-old weaved her way through the crowd.
"Hi, Rebecca!" she called, waving to her best friend.
A girl with light brown hair and brown eyes greeted her by their shared locker. Nora was a grade above Rebecca, but they were still best friends.
"Nora, think you can come over after school?" Rebecca asked hopefully.
"I wish," Nora replied, grabbing her books. "Uncle Ron is probably gonna take Sam to get a new car, and they won't want me going home without Sam. Aunt Judy thinks I'll get mugged or something."
"That's crazy!" Rebecca exclaimed, also grabbing her things. "You can probably take care of yourself better than Sam."
"That's what I'm screaming!" Nora said, throwing her right hand up in the air. "Btw, nice shirt, Becca."
"You like it?" she asked, looking at it fondly. It was a Pirates of the Caribbean shirt sporting a close-up of Will Turner's face.
"Yeah. Two questions: One, where'd you get it, and two, do they have any of Jack Sparrow?" Nora giggled.
"The answers are yes, and the Disney store, and not in that order," Rebecca replied, turning away to head to her class.
"I'll see you at lunch, Becca!" Nora called, waving as she went off to her science class.
After school, Nora was waiting in the car with Ron for Sam to come out. Just when she was about to get out to go look for him, Sam came bolting out of the school with a look of pure bliss on his face.
"Don't look now, Uncle Ron, but I think he got an A," Nora chuckled. Her suspicions were confirmed when Sam proudly showed off his A-.
"Not bad, but maybe if you had given off more facts instead of trying to sell everything in your project," Nora teased from the back seat.
"Oh, shut up, at least I'm getting a car," Sam shot back.
"Hey, I just insisted on your parents not spending any money on me," Nora replied sharply.
"Which is why I like her," Ron interjected.
"Oh, hey, cheapo, just 'cause I say that, you don't have to agree with me!" Nora laughed.
They all started laughing at that. As they laughed, Nora trailed off when she began thinking about her own father. Oh, Dad, she thought wistfully, I hope you get here soon.
"Oh, my gosh!" Sam yelled. "No, no, no, no, no, NO!" Nora looked up to see that they were in front of the Porsche building. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me!"
"Yeah, I am," Ron replied. "You're not getting a Porsche."
"That's not funny, Dad," Sam deadpanned.
"Come on, a Porsche? For your first car?" Nora laughed, bumping fists with Ron.
"This was your idea?" Sam asked, incredulous.
"Duh! Why do you think I mentioned a Porsche this morning?" Nora replied.
"Dad, I paid for half a car, not half a piece of crap," Sam said as the threesome drove into a used car lot.
"Sam, come on, these things are classics!" Nora gasped. "All they need is a little work. I'm in Heaven!" she blurted suddenly, looking around in wonder at the cars and trucks around her. Most of these were from the '60s, the Golden Age of cars.
"Man, what I wouldn't give for one of these!" she purred as she walked over in a dreamlike fashion to a '67 Shelby Cobra. It was solid black with white racing stripes. The interior was the exact opposite: white with black trim.
"Uncle Ron, I think I'm in love!" Nora cried.
"That's exactly what I like to hear." Nora jumped at the unexpected voice behind her. Turning around, she saw an African-American man in an orange Hawaiian shirt looking over her shoulder.
"You looking to buy? Only six grand," he continued.
"I would if I had any money," Nora sighed. "I don't suppose you could at least start up the engine for me?"
"Not a problem, little lady," Bobby Bolivia (she assumed) replied, opening the driver's door. "If you want, you could do it."
Grinning madly, Nora climbed in and turned the key. The engine roared to life and settled into a low purr.
"Ohh," Nora sighed, closing her eyes and running her hands over the steering wheel. "If only I could buy you," she murmured, stroking the leather seat.
"Maybe if he still has it when you have a job, we can work something out," Ron said next to the car.
Sighing, Nora cut the ignition and stepped out of the car. "I intend on buying that car when I get a job," she said to Bobby.
"I'll see if I can hold it for you," he replied.
"Hey, Sam, look at this one!" Nora cried, running over to a vintage yellow Camaro with black racing stripes. "What do you think? Paint's scuffed, but it can be fixed easy. Interior is in near-perfect condition. In other words, used, but not abused," Nora declared, straightening up.
"I like the racing stripes," he consented. Nora sighed. He was just doing this because he was still upset about the Porsche. She could see that he really liked this car.
"Oh, get over it! When you get a very successful job, then you can buy a Porsche, okay?" Nora said in exasperation. Sam opened the driver's door and slid inside. He brushed some grime off of the horn to reveal a symbol.
Instead of the Chevy logo, there was a mask that looked like a wizened face. Eyes bugging out of her head, Nora looked over the Camaro.
Well, hello there, she thought, smiling at the Camaro.
"Five grand," Bobby declared.
"Nope, sorry, not paying over four," Ron said, shaking his head. Bobby then proceeded to try and show off another car. Sam wasn't paying attention because the Camaro's horn started going off, getting louder and higher until all the windows and windshields on the surrounding cars shattered.
"Four thousand!" Bobby cried, looking around in despair. Nora noticed with a heavy heart that the glass on the Cobra had not been spared.
While Sam and Ron went to fill out the papers, Nora patted the Camaro on the hood. "Smooth move, Bumblebee," Nora commented. "You've officially been labeled 'the psycho car'. Also, you owe me five hundred dollars to pay for the windows on that Cobra!" With that, she smacked the hood and went inside.
"Oh, and Bee, tell them to hurry it up, would ya?" she called over her shoulder.
Ooh, a cliffy! So, three very important questions: Who is Nora? How did she end up in the Witwicky's lives? And, most importantly, how does she know about Bumblebee? If you read Dark to Light before I deleted it, you can probably guess. If not, though, I ain't telling! You will have to wait and see!