Author's Notes-

Err, hi.. Yeah, This is my first 'uploaded' fanfic. I've been on here for a while now and thought it would be best if I finally uploaded something, so here you go! A Transformers Prime Fanfic! =D Hope you guys enjoy it, and obviously TFP doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Hasbro. Monica and Lacey are mine though. XD


It was a hot day in Jasper, Nevada. Monica was grateful to have brought a few extra water bottles along for the hike. Her dog, Lacey trotted alongside her happily, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she panted lightly from the heat. Monica adjusted her hat and stared up at the sun for a moment. It looked to be around six o'clock. Minutes later she noticed the trail steepen quite a bit. "Ahh, almost there." She said, smiling down at Lacey.

When they reached the top she bent forward, placing her hands on her knees and resting a bit. Her eyes were locked on the sunset. Jogging back down would probably only take her less then twenty minutes. She took another swig of her water before calling for Lacey. Usually around this time the Australian Shepherd would enjoy a drink, so it surprised Monica when the dog didn't come. She stood and pulled her hair from its bun, black wavy locks falling down her back. She whipped her hair around a bit to cool down and splashed some water on her neck before walking around, her dark brown eyes scanning the area for the blue merle.

Suddenly she heard barking off in the distance, coming from the forest. She broke into a jog as she climbed the slight hill and came upon a clearing. There Lacey stood, staring in her direction, but that wasn't at all what caught Monica's eye. A large red robot like thing laid in the clearing next to Lacey. Ideas started swimming through her mind on where the thing might have come from. One, it was a failed experiment that some idiot decided to abandon in the country side. Two, it was a secret military weapon that had been left here in hopes that people wouldn't find it. Three, it was an old movie prop that had been left behind after the filming of some movie. And four, the least possible, it was a giant robot alien who crashed on earth or something along the line of that.

Hesitantly she approached, feeling a bit stupid for being cautious. As if it were an alien. There was no such thing as aliens, let alone giant robot aliens. She now stood beside Lacey and the bot. They appeared to be at its torso. Carefully she made her way to what she thought to be its shoulders. She observed it curiously before running a hand along the smooth metal. She then noticed the headlights of a car on what appeared to be its shoulders.

"Alien robot that changes into a car?" She questioned aloud.

She had to hold back a laugh. That was even more absurd than simply a robot alien. After her urge to laugh had subsided she examined its face. Its eyes were shut, and what looked to be a pained expression on it's face. She carefully ran a hand along it's cheek. In that sudden moment, it's eyes flashed open. She screamed at the top of her lungs and stumbled back a few feet before falling on her bottom.

She scooted back frantically, hearing some sort of electric charge. Lacey had backed away from it long ago, and was now barking and growling aggressively by Monica's side. Monica quickly stood, ready to run but hesitated when she heard a groan. She glanced over her shoulder at the bot. Lacey had calmed down a bit but still kept her gaze locked on it, ready to attack if thats what it took to protect her owner.

"S-stay." Monica told the dog, as she slowly inched back to the giant robot.

She jumped back as it turned its head to look at her. A scowl came upon its face.

"Ugh, a human.." it scowled.

Its voice was masculine, so she assumed it was a male. A male robot. How interesting, she wouldn't have thought it to have a gender.

"You..Human.. Can you fix electronic things?" He questioned weakly.

She was rather surprised. She hesitated a moment, nearly choking on her words as she spoke.

"A-ah, I-I fix c-cars?" She stammered.

"Good enough.. Fix my transmitter, would you?" He asked again.

She nodded slowly.

"Okay.." She managed.

"But I'd need my tools. Which are back at my house in my garage." She stated.

A look of irritation passed over his face.

"Well then what are you waiting for?! Go get them or I'll blast you!" He shouted in frustration, before coughing a bit.

She nodded before bolting through the woods and down the dirt path she had walked earlier. With Lacey hot on her heels she sprinted down the small mountainside path. Finally she reached the end and flung her door open, jumping in and shoving the keys into the ignition as the truck roared to life. She checked her mirror seeing Lacey had already jumped into the bed of the truck and with that she tore out of the parking space and down the main road. For a while she began questioning her actions. Was she really going to help this robot? And why, especially after he threatened to blast her with his guns. She sighed, unconsciously shifting gears, as she easily reached a speed of seventy.

It was a blue seventy-nine ford f350, she hadn't put much work into it but it ran well nonetheless. A dozen miles later she reached her house. She swung her door open and leaped out running to the garage, leaving the truck running. As she gathered her tools she wondered what she'd get in return for fixing his transmitter, that is if she'd get anything at all. Who knows maybe he'd just kill her. That thought caused her to stop a moment. Then again if she didn't help him he'd kill her later if he lived. She finished collecting her tools and sat her tool box in the passenger seat as she jumped back in.

Slamming the door shut, she pulled out of her driveway and back onto the main road, speeding down the highway and back to the hiking trail she'd been at earlier. Carrying the tools up the steep part of the trail would be a pain, but she'd be in much more later if she didn't. Grabbing her tools she scurried up and along the path. In her hurry a tool slipped from her box, falling to the ground. She turned to go and pick it up but Lacey caught it in her mouth and wagged her tail, letting her owner know she had it. Monica sighed in relief, knowing it would have been rather difficult to pick up the wrench being that she was carrying her toolbox with both arms. She continued on her way finally coming to the steep part.

She struggled up the trail before finally reaching the top. She ran through the woods and back to the clearing, that he lay in. She sat the toolbox down to take a breather, as Lacey sat the wrench carefully in the toolbox with the rest of the tools. She could feel his glare but decided to ignore it for just another minute.

"Okie dokie, where is your transmitter?" She asked finally.

"In my left arm, near my servos." He stated.

She nodded and made her way to his left, carrying her tools with her. On her way she stepped in a rather large puddle of blue liquid.

"Hm, whats this?" She asked curiously.

"Its my life source, energon, its plays a similar role to that of human's blood." He stated.

She looked a bit surprised and stepped out of it and to his wrist.

"So you might die?" She questioned.

He growled in aggravation.

"Yes, if you don't hurry and fix my transmitter!" He hissed.

She quickly plopped her toolbox beside him and examined the large blast hole in his forearm. She pulled on her gloves and began working with it, taking the guidance he gave her as she did her best. Several of the cords were ripped so she had to cut back the plastic with her pocketknife. She rearranged the wires and mended them back together with a lighter before wrapping them in tape. She made a few last adjustments and stepped back.

"Done." She stated, as she wiped her gloves together.

"Good, now remain silent.. Make the slightest peep,and I'll spill your organs." He said.

She watched as he barely managed to lift his arm near his face.

"This is Knockout, come in."

"Knockout, this is Breakdown. Where in the world are you?!"

"I'm near a mountain trail the humans call Pine Ridge. Think you could bridge me back? I'm not in the best shape, so it would be best to make it quick." He said.

Monica watched him carefully as he spoke with the other robot.

"Okay, opening a bridge now." The one called Breakdown said.

Knockout turned his head to face her.

"You should get going human, unless you want to die by my friend's plasma cannon."

Despite his current state, she could hear the smirk in his voice.

"The names Monica, not human." She said.

"Oh, okay well then, run along now Monica."

She rolled her eyes and jogged off a few feet but his voice stopped her and once more she turned to face him.

"By the way, your voice sounds funny, not like the other humans I mean."

"Thats because I'm from Spain, I moved here with my Papi. Now goodbye Knockout,"She said with a wave of her hand and rushed through the trees and down the hillside, toolbox in hand, as a green swirling portal thing appeared.

She hurried back down the trail and to her truck. She set her toolbox in the passenger seat once more before flopping into the driver's. She slid forward and sighed.

"Can't believe I saved an alien robot. Better not tell anyone, they might call the madhouse." She said aloud.

She flipped the radio station on and drove back home. She turned the engine off, opening the door and sliding out of her seat and to the ground. Tiredly she made her way into her house. Well more like studio. A small kitchen was on the other side of the house. It was simple, only having a sink, fridge, microwave, and oven with a few counters and cabinets for non-refrigerated meals. To the right of the kitchen was the bathroom, a tub with a shower, a sink, a toilet, and a cabinet with a mirror on it that sat over the sink.

Her bed was in the right corner of the house, a queen sized bed with a handmade quilt on it and two pillows. Her mother had made the quilt when she was young, and Monica had sworn to keep it in the best condition possible. It still looked rather nice, maybe a bit sun-bleached since her bed was near the window, but other than that it looked the same it had when her mother had made it. She ran a hand through her hair as she glanced around sleepily. She watched as Lacey walked over to her dog bed and plopped down, a yawn escaping the dog's mouth as she laid her head down on her paws. Monica remained standing by the door, clueless of what to do. She wanted to take a shower and she was also rather hungry, not to mention she was dead tired from the day's crazy events.

she decided to take a shower first, then she'd heat up some canned soup, and then go to bed. She dragged herself to the bathroom, and stripped off her sweat soaked clothes, tossing them to the floor and stepping into the shower. The water was warm, it felt so nice she had to fight from dozing off in the shower.

"Now wouldn't that be stupid?" She thought to herself as she smirked slightly, scrubbing her scalp.

Her thoughts then returned to the day's events. She'd worked a bit on her project car, a sixty-nine ford mustang fastback that she'd had gotten from a salvage yard. She had been seventeen then. Her and her dad had just moved to Nevada from Spain, and he'd decided to get her her first project car. This was one she would work on all by herself; without the assistance of her father. It had been a total wreck, and needed quite a few new parts, the frame, hood, and driver's door being the really only good parts left on it. Luckily it still had a good engine, brakes, and the other things needed to drive.

It was really just the exterior that needed the work. She'd had it for six years now, and in a few more weeks it would be done. Her father had died only three years ago, leaving her with no family, and she missed him dearly. She wiped a few tears that escape her eyes, and finished her shower. She pulled on a tight white tank top and a baggy pair of gray sweats she'd cut off at mid thigh. She went to one of the cabinets in the kitchen and grabbed a random can of soup, not really caring what it was, after all, she only bought stuff she liked. She dumped it into a bowl, covering it with a plate and putting it in the microwave for the set time.

She leaned on the counter as she waited, thoughts once again returning to what had happened. After working on her car, she had packed her small backpack with some water bottles and some survival stuff. Sure some people thought it was pointless, but she'd much rather be prepared then not. And then she came upon him. Knockout. The alien robot. She fixed his transmitter, saving his she left, and here she was now.

The beeping of the microwave announced that her soup was done. She got a spoon from a drawer and took the bowl from the microwave, before going over to sit on the couch. She hadn't turned the light on, being that she would go to bed soon, so she ate in the darkness. A slice of moonlight shining through the few windows in her studio illuminated the room, giving off a faint glow. When she finished her soup she put the bowl in the sink and flopped down on her bed. She pulled a small baby blue blanket over her, not needing the others. She tried to sleep, but the day's events played over and over in her head.

Was it really all real? Or maybe it was just some sort of crazy dream? After time her eyelids fluttered shut and she fell asleep.


Author's Notes-

So yeah, its kind of boring, more focused around Monica, but it should get better as I write more chapters. KO will be more involved in later chapters, and if I get my homework done throughout the week like I'm suppose to you should expect to see more. ;) Anyways, I hope you guys like it so far, and if you got any ideas for later chapters, please tell me! I'm just winging it really, I don't have it all planned out like most people. Also, I'm hoping to make it a slow progressing story, I don't want it to be all like "OMG! Instant Love!" X'D So yeah, thanks to those of you that read it, I really appreciate it x3 Also, if you spot any typos or errors, let me know so I can fix them. =)