Hello, everyone! For those of you who don't know me, my name is Caramel201, but you can call me... whatever you want I guess ^.^ This is my second fan-fic and the sequel to my first one, Memories. Now, before you go "ugh I have to read the other one first?" No. You do not. Because I am going to explain it all in this chapter. I promise you will be all caught up. No worries. But if you have any questions, don't be shy and ask me anything.

I am pretty bad at making up names, so this is what I was able to come up with... it will make sense later.

This story is going to take place mostly in Age of Extinction. Or half... I don't really know yet. There will be robots though. But instead of it taking place 5 years after Chicago, it will be taking place 3 years after, just so that the age of my OC works out. In my last story she was 15, so if I were to be accurate she would be 20, but I don't want her to be 20 yet... So she is going to be 18. And there may be themes that relate to the actual movie's characters (like mechanic or inventor). I am not trying to copy the movie, I promise, but if it ends up too similar then I can change it.

Also, Ironhide is alive.

ENOUGH TALK! Let's get this show on the road!

I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS. I'M SURE YOU KNOW THAT.

Oh boy, where should I start. I haven't written in here for a while, so I figured I should start to write again.

My life has changed quite a bit recently, like, a lot. So, I need to start at the beginning.

It all started when I was only 10 years old. My class took a short trip to Mission City, and at the worst time too. Of course, I didn't understand what was going on at the moment, so I was curious when the Decepticons attacked, and I got separated and lost within the battle. I chased after a boy, whom I now know to be Sam Witwicky (if his name is spelled wrong then, oops), he was carrying a cube, the All Spark. The ground shook, he dropped it, and a chip of the All Spark broke off. When I fell it lodged itself into my hand, eventually becoming a part of me.

The energy was too strong for my little human body, putting me into a coma. When I awoke I had forgotten everything about the Mission city attack. But I knew better.

When I was 15, I decided to go back and find out the truth behind the said "terrorist attack". My best friend, Kristy tagged along with my dad and I. My father was kidnapped by Gould to get to me, the Decepticons knew of my existence, I could have been a powerful ally. We were eventually discovered by the Autobots, and I learned of abilities that the All Spark fragment gave me. The ability to teleport, magnetize, form a force field, and change into a robot. I barley use my powers now.

We searched for my father, but, with no success. And after the Autobots were forced off-planet, and supposedly destroyed, Kristy and I were sent back home. I made it home, but not for long. On the plane, a boy was hired by Dylan Gould to give me a watch which altered my personality, making me think like a Decepticon. So, I traveled back to Chicago to team up with the Decepticons. Then I found my father, held captive by Gould. And that is where I met Carly, Sam's girlfriend. He tried to save her, and succeeded. But I shot down the small ship he, Carly, and Bumblebee were in. To finish off the job, I followed.

In the middle of the battle I met with my friends, Kristy, Alex, and Tasha, who all took part in the fight using weapons that Que and I came up with on our spare time back at N.E.S.T. Filled with anger, I attacked Kristy, tried to kill her, but was stopped by Alex. By accident, when I aimed to shoot Kristy, I shot Bumblebee instead. His spark was removed. Alex managed to remove the watch from my wrist. Once I was able to think for myself, I came up with a plan to revive Bumblebee. Ratchet re-connected his spark the best he could, leaving me to transfer all the All Spark energy within me to Bumblebee. It healed him, including his voice box, but, I almost died. Which kinda sucked...

Once I recovered, I went looking for my dad once more. I found him, in a closet, with two bullet holes in his chest. I watched him die. That was my breaking point. That was the moment I realised how serious of a situation I had got myself, and my friends into.

Now, I am 18. I live with my mother, older brother, and little sister. I spend most of my time tinkering in the garage, working on the unfinished inventions that Que and I worked on. Mostly, I work on a Portal Gun that he was so fascinated with. I barley ever leave our property. One, because I am in hiding. N.E.S.T. was shut down, the Autobots, with no where else to go, went into hiding too. The government put out signs, posters, bill-boards, warning us of the "dangerous Transformers". Yeah, they are dangerous. But, I can't bare to look at the posters, because instead of bearing the face of a Decepticon, they show the Autobots. The brave mechs who fought to protect us for so long.

After all these years, this is how we say "thank you"? I can't stand it! I fought with them, I know that they are good. Everywhere I go there are posters of Bumblebee's face, with a banner of words covering his optics that reads "keep earth human", or a black and white photo of Optimus, where some fool photo shopped his optics red and words printed beneath him, "Transformers are dangerous."

The people are worse, though. They make my blood boil. In line at the grocery store I once over heard a conversation. "I think I seen one of those Autobot machines today."

"Really? What did it look like?"

"It was a big black chevy top-kick."

"You know, there is a number you are suppose to call."

"Yeah, I heard."

"Did you call it?"

"Of course."

At that point, I felt like doing one of three things; turn around and tell them wrong, break down in tears, or turn and walk away. So, I left the store. I dropped my bags, and just left.

Thankfully, my family has accepted what I am, but I haven't as much. My other form scares me, reminds me of what I can do and it's consequences. At first I thought it was cool, I felt like a super hero or something. Now I feel like a freak, or a weapon.

My friends had moved on with their lives. After losing my dad, I sheltered myself from them too. They tell me not to, but I blame myself for his death.

Overall, I am just scared to death. I worry for my Autobot friends. There is no way I can contact or find them in any way. And if I am caught myself, then who knows what will happen. All I can do is lay low for now.

Done! I have been waiting for so long to start this. I am super exited! I hope you all like it. Now, keep in mind that I am a fan of many other shows/movies.

Thank you all for reading. Don't be afraid to leave a review, tell me what you think. I don't bite. Really ^.^

At the end of every chapter I will list one of my favorite songs, because it is always nice to share songs with others and to find new songs. So, I hope you like this one.

Riptide by Vance Joy

Have a good day/night, everyone :D