This is just a prolouge to the story. In my story, Sara has a kid, so I kinda thought that it might be important for understadin. If you review I might be able to update by Friday. Please be nice.

Disclaimer: I only own my OC's. I don't own Transformers, I will now crawl into my little hole and mope.

(Sara's POV)

"Sarah, Transformers is on now!"

Ugh, my twin doesn't get, that people sleep past 7:00 on Saturdays.

"Coming."

Grunt. Oh, well may as well go down there. My name is Sara Smith and my twin Sierra Smith is a pain in the aft. We're both 14 and are hardcore Transfans, which gets us teased a lot by the so called "Popular" kids at my school. You name it I own it; comics, shows, posters,books, movies…. anything.

I cheered when Bumblebee kicked Barricade's aft, laughed when The Hatchet embarrased Sam in front of Mikaela, and cried when Jazz was torn in half. Maybe I'm too emotional. Meh.

My watch alarm went off, and I checked the time. Oh slag, forgot I had work today. My car was broken and it was a 20 minute walk to my 11:00 shift, and right now it was 10:45. Luckily, I knew a short cut. I cut across a dark alleyway, only to discover that it was a dead end. I turned around only to find that a man was behind me.

"Hey, what's a pretty little girl like you doin' out here?" he said. I just stared and he laughed creeping closer to me every second.

"Stay away from me you slagging creep". He just laughed and came closer to me. He drew back his fist and socked me in my temple. As conciousness faded from me, I though 'Oh slag, I shouldn't have came this way.'

-1 week later-

Pain seared through my limbs as I struggled to keep running from the man behind me. I saw a hospital and I burst through the doors. As I sank to the ground, I heard someone yell " Hey, isn't that the girl that the girl who was missing last week?"

-3 days later-

Ughhhhh. I feel like I got hit by a semi.

"Honey, are you awake this time?" somebody asked.

"Mom?" It sounded somewhat like her.

"No, I'm just your nurse. I have some news for you though. We took a pregnancy test on you." Oh no, please let me not be pregnant. Please, please, ple- "And iit turned out positive, so we don't know what you want to do. You can have the baby abortioned if you wanted to." I cut her off.

" That's ok, I think I'll just deal with it." Even though I might not want to be pregnant, I can't just let a life be killed. I was going to have to be really responsible now I guess, what with my being FOURTEEN and getting pregnant. Primus frag it.