Author's Note: Okay, so this is my first Transformers Fanfic. It may be a bit Mary-Sue... This is just how the movie went on through my mind with my OC.

I own NOTHING. Besides my OC, Julia. If I did own Transformers...Jazz wouldn't have died.

"Speaking"

*Thinking*

[Radio/Broadcasts]

Name: Julia K. Lennox

Age: 18

Family: Will Lennox (Dad), Sarah Lennox (Mom), Annabelle Lennox (Sister)

Friends: The Witwicky family; mainly Sam.

Occupation: A ranking Military Officer; First Lieutenant Lennox.

Height: An inch or so taller than Sam.

Looks: Long brown hair, which is usually tied back. If your called to work (a.k.a. the military), it's tied back into a bun. When your off, it's tied back into a ponytail, letting your bangs hang in front of your face and swaying to the left. You have blue eyes. Your not fat, but your not skinny either. Your body is just well-built, being in the military and all. You take real good care when it comes to staying in shape, but your not a freak about it. You'll usually be seen wearing a black shirt, camouflage trousers, and some sort of combat boots. You carry around a hidden Swiss Army Knife, just in case. You have a birth mark on the back of your right shoulder-blade, it looks like a burn mark. But from what your parents said, you've had it since you were born.

Brief Summary: You are the daughter of Will and Sarah Lennox. You went to the same school as Sam when you were 9 and oddly enough, became good friends with him. You continued going to the same school until you went to a military academy when you were 14. When you were 16, you were sent to Iraq for reinforcements. While you were 17, almost 18, your dad had also been sent to Qatar. With you and your dad being away from home, you were informed that you had a new baby sister named Annabelle. A few months after you turned 18, you were finally given the word that you can return home.

Story Begins…

Julia's P.o.V.

You listened to the dial tone, waiting for a response. Finally, someone answered.

"Hello?" Said a feminine voice.

"Hey, Mom." You answered.

"Oh my- Julia? Oh sweetie! It's been forever since I've heard your voice! What are you doing calling on work hours? Especially from Iraq?" Your mom questioned.

"Missed ya too mom. But I'm not on duty anymore, and I'm not in Iraq too." You laughed silently at your mom's questions.

"Really? Does that mean-" Her voice was cut off as you heard crying in the background "Oh my, hang on for a moment, your sister just woke up."

"Sure thing." You answered as you waited.

"Okay, as I was asking, does that mean you'll be coming back home?" She finally replied.

"Yeah, that's part of the reason I'm calllin' ya up now. I kinda wanted to ask you something." You stated slowly, hoping she'll be okay with what you were going to ask.

"What is it?" You could hear her tone change straight to a worried one.

"Well, I know that your taking care of Annabelle an' all, and I kinda wanted to see an old friend of mine. So what I'm really asking is, can I stay over at Sam's for a little while?"

"Ohhh, sure thing sweetheart. You miss your little boyfriend, don't you?" She asked in a somewhat mocking voice.

"Mom, Sam is my FRIEND. FRIEND. I just miss the little weirdo and thought I should pay him and his family a visit." You sighed.

"Is that it? Plus, how do you know that they'll let you stay?"

"I called Mr. Witwicky a few weeks ago-" She cut you off.

"And you didn't call your mother?" She gasped.

"Don't you think I did?" You laughed. "I called, but no one answer!"

"…Oh, well, continue."

"Anyways, I called Mr. Witwicky to see how things were goin'. Then he told me how he was gonna make a deal with Sam on getting him a car. I gave him a better deal to make with Sam and he took it. Then I asked him if it would be okay if I stayed with them for a while."

"And what did he say?"

"He said that there will always be an extra bedroom waiting for me at their house, just like old times." You laughed, remembering your conversation with Sam's dad.

"Well, if it's okay with them. I bet Sam is dying to see you again." She giggled.

"That's another thing, I'm surprising him. I told his dad not to tell him I'll be staying." You chuckled. You could only hear your mom laugh on the other end of the line.

"Okay, well, I guess I'll be seeing you later than Julia. I'll be sure to tell your dad that you've come back home safely."

"Alright mom, I'll talk to ya later. Tell dad I love 'im."

"Will do, buh-bye."

"Bye." You said as you closed your cell phone and placed it back into your pocket. You had been in a taxi for about an hour, taking you from the airport to the Witwicky's residence.

*Man, I've been traveling FOREVER, can't wait to actually start using my legs again.* You sighed as you waited patiently for your destination.

After about a few more minutes of traveling, you finally ended up in front of an old childhood memory house. You paid the driver and as he drove away, you walked up to the front door.

*Home sweet home* You mentally joked as you smiled. You rang the doorbell and waited for a response.

"Just one second!" A voice called from inside the home. Soon enough the door opened to reveal Judy, or Mrs. Witwicky. She looked at your questioningly and then asked. "Um hello…Do I know you…?"

*I guess Mr. Witwicky didn't tell her either…figures, she would've accidently told Sam anyways*

"Oh c'mon Mrs. Witwicky, I haven't been gone for that long." You smiled as you folded your arms. "It's me, Julia."

"Holy-RON! Ron! You'll never guess who's at our door!" Judy yelled frantically as she ran into the house, in search of her husband.

"Is it Julia?" You heard a man ask.

"Yes! Wait, how'd you know?" Judy asked.

"Because, she told me she'd be coming back from Iraq today. She was going with me to go pick up Sam from school in a few minutes and help him pick out his new car, if he met his requirements."

"What?! And you didn't tell me until NOW? How long have you known this?" Judy complained.

"Oh, 'bout a few weeks or so. And so now that she's here…surprise!" He smiled. "Oh, and she's gonna stay with us for a while, just like good ol' times."

"Ohhh, this'll be so great! Sam is gonna be so happy!" She clapped. "You can put your stuff in your room, honey." She turned to you.

"It's alright Mrs. Witwicky, all I have is a back pack. I can just carry it until we come back with Sam." You smiled politely.

"Okay, and please call me Judy."

"Yeah, and no more Mr. Witwicky either, just call me Ron." Ron replied.

"Okay, I'll try to remember." You nodded as you laughed nervously.

"Alright, you ready to go pick up Sam?" He patted you on the shoulder.

"Sure thing, Mr. Wit- Ron." You smiled as you quickly corrected yourself.

And with that, you and Ron got into his car. You did your best on the way to Sam's school to hide in the back seat, but seeing as there was no roof to the vehicle, it wasn't working all that well. So you just decided to slouch back the best you could, hopefully not having Sam notice you too quickly.

On the way there, you and Ron chatted a bit. With him asking you how was military school and being on the front lines. You replied and then asked him how things were going along with the family. The chatting stopped when you arrived outside a local high school, obviously Sam's school. You and Ron waited for a few minutes until the bell rang. You two waited a couple more minutes, with you getting quite impatient. But your patience paid off when you saw a boy running up to the car.

"Yes!" He shouted as he opened the door to the passenger's side of the car. Either Sam was really blind or all that slouching did help because he threw his backpack right on you as he got in.

*Geez, I missed you too Sam.* You rolled your eyes.

"So?" Ron questioned his son.

"A-, it's still an A though!" Sam replied happily.

"Wait, wait, wait, let me see." The man said as he looked at a paper that Sam had handed to him.

"It's an A." Sam pushed again.

"It's all good." His father nodded. "Son, did you forget something?"

"Um…No, I just threw my backpack in the back. I think I got everything." Sam said unsure of what his dad was asking.

"You sure? You wanna check again?"

"Okay, okay, but I'm only gonna check again because I love you so much." Sam said, trying not to anger his father, seeing as he was going to get his car. Sam turned to face the back seat, but quickly went wide-eyed as he saw who was occupying it."Holy CRAP, Julia!"

"Hey Sam, haven't seen ya in a while." You smiled. "So how's-" your statement was quickly cut short as Sam jumped from the passenger's seat and tackle-hugged you in the back seat.

"Oh my god, I MISSED YOU! I haven't seen you in 4 freakin' years!" He said as he released you from his death grip but placed his hands on your shoulders.

"Good to see I was missed." You laughed at his reaction.

"Of course you were missed, are you crazy? 4 years!? I thought you died or something!" Sam said frantically as he shot his hands up in the air.

"Oh c'mon Sam, I'm not that easy to get rid of." You chuckled at his thought of you dying. By now, Ron had already started driving, probably to some sort of car dealership for Sam's car.

"Aw man, it's good to have you back Julie." He smiled at you in a goofy way as he called you by your nickname. "So how long are you staying until they call you back?" He asked, referring 'they' as in the 'military'.

"Don't worry Sam, I'll be sticking around for a while, I'm off duty until I get a call saying otherwise." You smiled, reassuring him.

"Phew, that's good. Oh and…" Sam paused.

"…and what?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"…You said 'duty'." He laughed at the word which only made you laugh at his immaturity.

"Yup, I sure did miss you Sam." You continued laughing.

The ride continued on as Ron drove into a fancy looking car place.

"I've got a little surprise for ya son." Ron said.

"What kind of surprised?" Sam asked.

"Eh, a little surprise." His father answered back.

"No! No, no, no, no, NO! Dad! Oh, you've gotta be kidding me!" Sam yelled in shock.

"Yeah, I am. You're not getting a Porsche." Ron only laughed and you laughed too.

"…You think that's funny?" Sam asked, clearly irritated at his mockery.

"I did." You snickered, only to have Sam glare back at you.

"You think a lot of things are funny, Julie." Sam frowned and then turned back to his dad, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah I thought that was funny." The man chuckled.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Did you really think I would get you a Porsche?" And so the mini father and son brawl argument continued. "For your first car?" Ron continued.

"I don't wanna talk to you." The irritated son replied.

"It was just a practical joke." His father laughed.

"It's not a funny joke." The teen said flatly as you pulled into some car place that looked almost like a junkyard.

*What a dump…* You thought inwardly.

"Hey Julie, since I'm not talking to my dad at the moment, and you're a car-junkie, you're helping me find a decent car out of this rat hole, 'kay?" By the tone of Sam's voice, he was still irritated by his dad's joke.

"Car-junkie?" You asked crossing your arms. "So you want help from the car-junkie? Well maybe I won't help, if you put it that way."

"Oh c'mon Julie, you know I love ya. Plus I also know you have that thing for cars." Sam pleaded. You only laughed at his begging when he clasped his hands together and did a begging motion.

"I know, I know. I was just messing with you Sam." You just smirked as his face expression changed.

"What is it? 'Mess with Sam's Head Day'?" He cried out.

"I wish, but c'mon, let's go follow your dad and see if we can find one of those crazy persistent car salesman." You joked as you started to walk over to Ron. Sam quickly ran up to his dad as he saw the couple of scrap-heaps he was looking at.

"Dad, what is this? You said 'half a car' not 'half a piece of crap'." Sam explained quickly as you looked at the cars.

The two continued to argue as Ron used the 'back when I was a kid' talk, and Sam explained the situation between two of the cars. One of the better looking scrap-heaps being the '40 year old virgin' and one that looked worse being the '50 year old virgin'. This place was a joke to you, some of the cars looked like they've been through hell and back, and better yet, there was the mechanic chasing around some dude in a clown suit.

It seemed that the manager, started talking with Sam and his dad. You decided to ignored them as you went and searched for a decent looking car for your friend. Your attention quickly averted from faded yellow Bug when you heard 'Uncle Bobby B.'.

"And she's with you?" Bobby pointed to you.

"Yeah, she's with us." Ron answered.

"Will there be 2 cars leaving this parking lot today?" Bobby nudged Ron's side.

"Oh no, no, no. She's just a good friend of my son. She'll be helping him pick out his new car." Just then, Bobby walked up to you.

"Hello my dear, you can call me Uncle Bobby B." He said with that ear bleeding laugh of his. He offered for you to shake his hand, being the polite person you were, you did.

"Hi, I'm Julia." You tried putting on the best smile you could. After the little introduction, Bobby quickly turned his attention back to Sam. Telling him stuff about how the car chooses the driver. You turned your attention back to the Bug that you were looking at earlier. But you questioned yourself about something as you slightly tilted your head to the side.

*Where'd that Camaro come from…? It wasn't there just a moment ago…or was it? Eh, maybe being stuck in Iraq for so long, it's screwing with my senses.* You decided to shrug it off as you strolled over to the yellow 1976 Chevy Camaro. Bobby was still talking to Sam and Ron. You wanted to get a closer look at the car before you were drowned in the possible chance of Uncle Bobby's car talk. Once you got in front of the car, you ran your hand over the hood. You could feel a layer of dirt as you did so.

"Geez, how'd a work of art like you end up in a place like this?" You asked the car, surely not expecting an answer. "Man…a 1976 Chevy Camaro…with racing stripes… What a nice car." You stated as you continued to run your hand over the exterior of the car.

*Wait…did the car just…shudder?* You looked at it questioningly. *Nah, my hands must still be shaky from using my gun.* You shook your head as you reached over and opened the door to the car. You slid straight into the driver's seat. You laughed at the little air freshener hanging from the rear-view mirror that said 'Bee-otch'.

"Wow…" You continued to examine the interior. Until everyone else started to walk over.

"Woah, Julie, this is a nice car. It's got racing stripes." Sam commented as he looked into the window on the driver's side. Then Bobby started ramblin' on about never seeing this car before but you just ignored him. "Hey, scoot over, le' me check it out." Sam said as he opened the driver's door.

"You could at least say 'please'." You rolled your eyes as you quickly jumped into the passenger's seat and Sam got in. He took a look at the interior and gripped the steering wheel.

"Feels good…" He mumbled as you saw his thumb quickly wipe off the dirt covering the horn button. "Woah…Hey Julie, what does this look like to you?"

"Beats me." You shrugged.

"Are you kiddin' me? You don't know? Doesn't it kinda look like that funky birth mark of yours?" When Sam mentioned your birth mark, you slowly leaned over to get a better look at the odd symbol. "Well?"

"I…guess your right. It kinda does." You said with some fascination in your voice.

"This isn't some sort of car symbol, is it?" He asked.

"Not any car symbol I've ever seen before. This is a Chevy Camaro, there isn't any symbol like that."

"Chevy Camaro? Like, what year? Do you know?" Sam looked at you.

"Of course I know, it's a 1976 model."

"Sorry, for a moment I forgot I was talking to you." He laughed.

"So how 'bout this guy, huh?" You asked, crossing your legs and sitting back in the leather seat.

"Yeah, I like it. And it seems like you're taking a liking to it too." Your friend chuckled as he saw you relax back into the seat.

"How much?" You could hear Sam's dad ask Bobby.

"Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle…With the slick wheels and the custom paint job…" Bobby rambled on until Sam butt in.

"Yeah, but the paint's faded."

"Yeah, but it's custom." Bobby said as he looked in through the passenger's window, which annoyed you greatly.

"It's custom faded?"

"Well, this is your first car, I wouldn't expect you to understand." Bobby quickly replied before moving his face from the window. "5 grand."

"No, sorry, I'm not going over 4." Sam's dad said as he shook his head.

"C'mon kids, get out of the car." Bobby said as he lowered his head through the window again. You were about to make a wise-crack remark to Bobby before Sam said something.

"No no no, you said cars pick their drivers." The teen argued with Bobby.

"Well sometimes they pick drivers with a cheap ass father, now out of the car." Bobby said as he quickly turned his attention to the car next to the Camaro. Sam finally decided to slowly make his way out of the vehicle.

"C'mon Julie." Sam said as he kept the driver's door open, seeing as Bobby was blocking the door to the passenger's side.

"Hey, he said kids, I'm an adult already." You said plainly as you scooted back over to the driver's seat.

"Julie, c'mon... You have to help me pick out another car, my dad obviously won't get me this one." Sam said in a depressed tone.

"Sorry dude, I promised you that I'll help you pick out a nice car. This one is the nicest one in the lot." You shrugged. It seems you've really grown to like this car. You had a thing for old cars.

"Julie, just help me pick another nice car, please?"

You made a low growling tone before you sighed. "Just hold on for a bit, I haven't been in something this nice since I flew my first fighter helicopter and a rode in a tank." Sam chuckled before nodding. He then shut the door on the driver's side and almost immediately, the passenger's door swung open and hit the vehicle Bobby was in.

"Julie!" Sam whispered loudly, thinking you did it.

"Woah, don't look at me! I didn't do it!" You said as you raised your hands up in defense. Bobby didn't seem to mind, much. After yelling at his mechanic bang out the dent of the car, he quickly tried showing Sam to a new car. As he walked away, you sighed and decided to get out. As you were making an exit out of the car, the radio started to do some weird things. Just then, a weird high pitch noise was made and then all of the windows of the cars in the parking exploded, shattering into multiple pieces. The sudden noise made you fall out of the car, on your side. You made sure to shield your head from any flying glass pieces. You did managed to slightly cut your arm on some glass you had fallen on.

*Damn…I knew I should've worn my army jacket…* You mentally cursed yourself as you slowly sat up.

"Julia!" Sam called out your real name this time, instead of your nickname. He ran over to you. "Hey, you oka- Oh my GOD! You're bleeding!" He panicked.

"Sam, it's alright. It's no bigger than a paper cut." You waved your hand at him, gesturing that it wasn't a big deal.

"What kind of paper cuts do you get?! It's way bigger than a paper cut!"

"Calm yourself Sam, really, I'm fine. It's nothing I haven't dealt with before. Besides, it looks like the bleeding stopped."

"Well duh! Half of your blood is on the ground!" Sam whined.

"Alright, I've got a medic kit in my backpack." You reassured him as you sighed.

"Oh man, that's good." Sam sighed in relief. In all the commotion between you and Sam, you two failed to noticed that Bobby decided on 4 grand for the Camaro, the only one that seemed to make it through the random window shattering chaos. "Alright! I got the car!" Sam cheered. He quickly hugged his dad, ran over to his dad's car and got both yours and his backpack. "C'mon! You're ridin' home with him!" Sam gave you a goofy grin as he handed your stuff.

"Awesome." You smiled as you got into the passenger's side, and quickly started bandaging up your arm. The last thing you wanted was your blood on Sam's car. Soon after the paperwork needed for the car was done, Sam came back to the car and got into the driver's seat.

"Yes! I got the car!" Sam excitedly said again. He tried starting up the car so you two can leave, but it didn't start. "What the…" He repeatedly turned the keys in the slot, trying to start the car.

"What's the matter Sam? Car out smarting you? Car 1, Sam 0." You mocked.

"I know how to turn on a car, oh-smart-one. But it won't start!" Sam said getting a little frustrated. "Julie! Help!" Sam whined.

"Ugh, fine. Get out." You said as you got out and went over to Sam's side. He stood outside the car as you slid in. You quickly reached for the keys and turned them. The car started up without a problem. "Which way were you turning the keys Sam? Really now, where would you be without me?" You laughed at Sam who only stared at your with wide eyes.

"Possibly, in a mental institution, but hey, that's just me." Sam sighed. Just then Ron walked over.

"Oh good Sam, you're gonna let Julia drive." Ron smiled.

"Yeah, wait, what?" Sam looked at his dad.

"I was just about to tell ya to let Julia drive home, that way, you can see how you're suppose to drive."

"What? Dad, I'm not 5. I know how to drive." Sam complained.

"Just do as I ask, Son." Ron shook his head. Sam sighed in defeat.

"Alright, fine. But this isn't gonna be a normal thing." Sam pointed to his dad before walking over to the other side and getting in.

"…Well…This is a surprise…" You said slowly.

"You're telling me. C'mon, let's go home." Sam said.

"I've never driven something this…small…before."

"But, you know how to drive, right?"

"Yeah, but I only drove a Jeep, a Hummer, and a helicopter." You sighed.

"Well, just think about this as driving a Jeep. Except, it's just…smaller, and closer to the ground." Sam smiled.

"Yeah, yeah."

[Shut up and drive…] All of a sudden the radio turned on, playing the song Shut Up and Drive by Rihana. You looked at Sam and he held his hand up.

"It wasn't me." He claimed as he quickly turned the radio off.

"Right, and radios just turn on, on their own?"

"Look, I swear, it wasn't me!" Sam claimed again and you just sighed.

"Right. Let's get the heck out of here. That Bobby dude irritates me to no end." You said as you quickly pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards Sam's house. On the way there, you told Sam that you were going to be staying with him for a while. He nearly lost his mind after you told him, good thing you were driving. You parked the car into Sam's backyard, where he told you to park. Both of you gathered up your things from the car and started to head inside.

Okay, that's it for chapter one. I hope it wasn't too long. Oh, and when I thought up the nickname Julie for Julia, I didn't realize that there was a movie coming out named 'Julia & Julie' or vice versa. Again, I hope this story will come out alright.