"My life is rarely without … happenings. Being run down in the street in front of my home was a new one for me though. It was an event that would change my life forever, introducing me to new friends and some old ones too. Also, giant alien robots that want to take over the universe suddenly seem to have a predominant presence in my life."

This story is rated for violence and coarse language. If you don't like it that's fine, but considering the language used in the films I think we should be good. This is just, you know, a warning. There will be swears and there will be violence. Obviously. It's Transformers, isn't it?

Disclaimer: Fanfiction is just that; works of fiction based on a pre-existing fandom. If I made money doing this I would probably put a lot more time and effort in. It's just for fun people!

If you see an error feel free to point it out. I won't be insulted, I swear. Even if you spot twenty errors... well, in that case I'd really like to know about them.

This takes place in the first Transformers movie. And it could quite literally go anywhere.

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Chapter 1

It's Saturday night. I'd just finished my ten hour shift at the local café and to be honest it would've been a relief to get off of my feet. But I'd already done two trips up to my apartment on the third-floor with armloads of shopping and I was about to head back down for the third. The tight black shoes I had to wear for work were beginning to rub on my heels and cause an ache in my right knee.

I stepped off the last step and brushed through the doors, gasping as a chill wind hit me from outside. The air was damp, filled with moisture. I lingered on the threshold, admitting to myself that I was absolutely pathetic when it came to the cold before debating on the merits of leaving the rest of the bags in the car. But then I figured that my milk and ice cream weren't going to last the night out there and begrudgingly I stepped away from the doors and onto the sidewalk. The moment I did a large water droplet fell from the sky and collided with the side of my nose. I grumbled, knowing the sky had waited for this exact moment to start throwing rain drops again. It must have taken a short break while I was walking upstairs last time.

There was a puddle on the road, the water gathered against the kerb and I grimaced as I stepped down into it, not seeing it in the dark. The water soaked through the side of my shoes and I hoped it would dry out by tomorrow otherwise they'd be damp and smell musty for my Sunday afternoon shift. I checked both ways even though it was a quiet street that time of night, though most people used it as a shortcut during peak hour. There wasn't really much point in checking as my apartment block was right on the corner and you couldn't see anything coming from that way. I suppose it was just a force of habit.

I cut across that road at an angle as my car was parked a little further along. I opened the back door and grabbed the bags. While I was at it my phone flashed and I realised that I left it up front. I reached through and grabbed it, shoving it in the waistband of my skirt, not bothering to check who was sending me messages. I slammed the car door and pressed the button on the keys. The lights flashed once and my beautiful car was about as safe as a car parked on the side of the street can be. It was a pretty cute little SUV and I hoped that its nondescript appearance would make it less of a target to thieves or vandals.

I walked around the bumper, did a fleeting check both ways and made a beeline straight for the apartment block doors. All would have been well and good but the cheap plastic bag my milk bottle was in tore through the bottom. I whirled and attempted to stop the bottle rolling away with my foot. All that really achieved was having my glasses fall off the top of my head. I panicked then; they were wickedly expensive prescription glasses and the only pair I possessed.

I hurriedly dumped the other bags in a pile and grabbed my glasses and jammed them on my nose, blinking rapidly as a large smudge obscured my vision. I still wasn't used to wearing the silly things. My first problem solved I chased after my escaping bottle of milk which was rapidly rolling towards the other parked cars. I snatched it up as it rolled to a stop against Mister Matherson's lovely old Cadillac's tyre. I jammed the freezing bottle of milk under my arm and stooped to grab the rest of my bags once again.

It never once occurred to me that I was still standing smack-bang in the centre of the street.

I heard a squeal of tyres first. I recall thinking that the resonance among the buildings was playing a trick on my because the car sounded like it was almost right on top of me yet the engine wasn't roaring in my ears like one would have expected. Every thought went right out of my head when the lights flashed directly over me and I glanced up to see a sleek silver car taking the sharp corner sideways and at a fair rate of knots. The driver couldn't have been expecting it to be so wet but the street itself was downhill from the main suburb and this was where all the water went.

There was no way I was going to be able to get out of the way, no way I could run forwards or backwards or anywhere really. My mind whirled at a million miles a minute as I stared blankly at the car skidding towards me. It turned out I didn't need to think; my body made the decision for me. Before I could even register what I was actually doing my knees bent a smidgeon before releasing and sending me into the air.

Now, I used to be quite good at sports. I could no doubt have once jumped over the car's low bonnet with a flourish. Heck, I could probably have jumped the length of the whole car once, little thing as it was. But I had let myself slip since I had finished school and was no longer forced to participate in PE. Admittedly though, things could have gone much worse than they did.

As it was my foot clipped the wheel arch and I pitched forward from what would otherwise have been a perfect leap from a standing start. My shoulder hit the other side of the bonnet as the vehicle skidded past underneath me and a moment later I was laying on my back in the middle of the road with nothing but some lovely road rash on my left forearm and a few aches. Chiefly among them my ankle, shoulder and, most importantly, my butt.

Adrenalin was pounding through my veins like some kind of crazy drug and I rolled onto my stomach in time to see the silver car whip around, overcorrecting in what was apparently a vain attempt to avoid mowing me down. The vehicles shiny silver bumper ploughed straight into the front door of my little SUV and rammed it right up the kerb and into the light post which stood resolute, despite the hammering it just received.

I had no time left for thought and I scrambled to my feet gracelessly, surging forward. Only to come to a screeching halt when the silver sports car extricated itself from the remains of my car and stood up.

The giant car-robot-thing groaned, clapping a large hand to its silver head and sitting down in the middle of the street with a grating clank that made me wince and the ground shake a little under my feet.

"What the actual hell…" Shoot me now, I thought as the words slipped out of my mouth unbidden and totally unwanted. Especially when the silver robot whipped its apparently aching head around and stared at me with glowing blue eyes. It seemed to freeze for a moment before its hand dropped from its head.

"Slag," it said in a decidedly masculine and ridiculously deep voice. I may not have known the word but it was a fairly easy guess to surmise that it was a curse or expletive of some sort.

"Uh-" my mind struggled for anything rational to think or say but nothing came to mind. Instead, I took two very small but very fast steps backwards. The robot had yet to move and I debated whether or not I could make it back to the doors before it reached me. Maybe, but it would probably shoot me or something before I got there.

There was a sudden commotion from above, a myriad of lights flicking on from all directions and bathing the street in light as people awoke. It seemed ridiculous to me that it had taken people this long to react, but perhaps everything was moving a little faster than I perceived it to be. The robot's head shot up at the lights and sound coming from above and all around and it looked startled. Then its gaze refocused on me and before I could so much as squeak it had lunged forward growling 'slag it all' and wrapped its fingers around my waist.

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Author's Note

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