Okay.... so this is a story that was co-written with xhikarangel777. We worked hard on it and are very proud. There are lots of OCs so please forgive that. They play the most important role in this one but the mechs are just as big so if you don't like OC run stories... then don't bother reading.

Simply Fiction

It's no long just their war...

Prologue

I'm a Witwicky girl... Or at least used to be. Now my name is spelled upon paper as Gabriella Dellon. It sort of reminds me of an expensive cheese, though, I suppose that's the type of name all upper class bloodlines are. But, before I was adopted by this family, I was Witwicky - just El Witwicky...

My parents were killed when I was just ten. I don't quite understand their death, just that it was a horrible accident. An accident that nearly killed me too. I don't remember anything before the surgery that saved the life my parents had fought so hard to give to me. Only the white blaring lights that stared back into my chestnut eyes and the feel of needles poked into my skin and the piercing pain that singed even in the aftermath of my operation. Though, besides my surgery, everything before the age of ten is a blur. The only remembrance is the yellow Camaro I received from inheritance... Not money for school, or even a family portrait...But a car. I still don't understand the meaning behind it, but it still has the scent of my parents along the leather seats, and that is all that satisfies me. And yet, I feel that I'm missing something drastic.

The truth of my parents death, the nearly golden Camaro that gleams in our driveway, and most importantly the deep unknown feeling in the pit of my abdomen that always comes to notice at the end of the night.

~Gabriella Dellon

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I've watched the girl since Sam and Mikeala's death. I'm certain its what Sam would desperately wish, after his...sudden murder. I regret to say I've failed horribly in being a guardian to him, though, perhaps, I can make things correct with his daughter. My hope is to succeed as her guardian, where I have so obviously failed with Sam Witwicky. I cannot this time cause the death of another on account of my own ignorance.

Gabriella's surgery - El's surgery, as she seems to be preferred to be called - is not of the norm. Yet the metal inserted to allow her blood vessels to flow properly, is strangely familiar. I have found there are others similar to her...condition. Only handfuls with the same rate of heart beat and oddly low body temperature, have been detected by my sensors, though, Prime informs me there are a large number more beyond are detections.

At the time being, this is not my concern.

This time I will be more diligent in one's time, in secret. Hidden from any sight of organic eyes. Until that specified date, she will not know who or what I am, only that I am her vehicle to use as she pleases.

- B u m b l e b e e

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I should be dead.

Someone should be leaning over my lifeless corpse within this fragment of time...Yet, I stand here, breathing coolly from my cold lips. Or rather...should my lips be warm, from the burns that cross upon it? I do not know.

I do not know, because of the flames that took my body from me and replaced it with this...thing. This wretched body that I've been cursed to live along, forever eternal. Maybe, in a sense, I am like those in tales. A vampire, perhaps? And yet I hold no fangs...No pale, beautiful skin...Only metal.

It does not help that I live in this rich bloodline that is not mine.

It does not help that I am a freak of nature; before and even more now.

And it certainly does not help...that I should be dead.

- J.A.Y.

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I have come in contact with, what is possibly, the most advanced race upon this world, aside from our own. Though linked to the humans, it is oddly worlds apart from their race.

Worlds apart from theirs, but not nearly as far from ours.

I've detected them - several of them roaming this city. I've found one, in particular...A female, who is a 'distinct' autonomous, mechanical and organic organism. She is not new to this world, not by several years. I have come to the conclusion she was introduced to our technology at a very young age, enough to traumatize her mind for eternity. It has been a full month that I have watched her. From what I have witnessed, she believes I am an Earth vehicle for her employment use. During this time with her, I'll observe and analyze her behaviors to come to a significant conclusion of her race.

Friend or foe, I am slowly comprehending. Though, their dangers and strengths...are much more advanced then I have ever hoped...

- O p t i m u s P r i m e