Chapter 1

It was a wonderful afternoon and a teenage boy was walking home from school. He couldn't see the excellent weather around him. All he could see was misery. Misery for the fact that he was walking and not driving home. He opened the front and his mother instantly called him into the kitchen. With a great sigh, he dropped his backpack and joined his parents who were sitting casually by the kitchen island. He father looked at him with his poker face.

'I think it's about time you got your own car.'

That caught Sam Witwicky's attention. He thought they had brought him into the kitchen to talk to him about his plunging grades or the fact that his room had been a mess for a good two months. The usual things parents would have to tell at their kids about. But the discussion of having his own car. That was the last thing on his list. His mind was going a mile a minute but he finally, partially calmed down and looked at his father with a serious gaze.

'Are you joking?'

'Why would I kid about these kind of things, Sam?' Ron Witwicky frowned at him.

'I don't know, Dad. Maybe you're playing a sick joke and have a hidden camera so to play it back a million times,' he sighed. 'It wouldn't be the first time.'

'Sam!' Julie raised her voice at that comment.

'Okay, sorry,' he officially calmed down and looked at his father. 'Let's make this a deal then. If I get good grades this semester, you will buy me a car.'

'They have to be all As,' he scratched his balding head. 'And two thousand dollars.'

'Two thousand dollars!'

'Sam, we're not made of money,' she placed two firm hands on her hips.

'All As and two thousand dollars,' the teenager put out his hand.

'Make me proud, son,' he shook it firmly.

He looked at his parents for the last time to make sure they weren't still messing with in and when they just starred back he left the kitchen. The teenager run up to his room and couldn't wait to tell all his friends what happened today. Well, only his one good friend would be happy for him. That didn't matter though. As of tomorrow, he was going to be the happiest person in the world.

Sam Witwicky banged his head on the desk. He was now the most miserable person in the world. The dream of having a car was now even further away than he had predicted. This one bad grade was not a good start to his all A winning streak but it would not stop him. He really wanted a car. But then there was the matter of the money. He didn't exactly have a job and his parents didn't quite believe in giving him money freely. He would think upon it later.

His eyes wondered the classroom as he tried to think of a solution to his one major problem at the moment. He knew most of the people in class and most had cars of their own. Crossing his arms in frustration, his eyes landed upon the cutest and hottest girl in school, Mikaela Banes. A smirk appeared on his face as he remembered how big of a crush he's always had on her until she became his step-cousin last summer. It took him a few months to get used to the idea and then all feelings of attractiveness went away. Their eyes met and she gave him her classic smile and a little wave. He still felt nervous around her, who wouldn't be? He blamed his mother for being so bad around girls

Their moment was interrupted when the teacher drew the class' attention to a set of new assignments that would be coming their way in the coming weeks. The first class of the day left the teenager in a swore mood that would only be shifted when he received an A minus on a term paper in the last period. A dorky smile was plastered on his face as he walked back to his locker with the paper in hand. Getting his things from his locker he turned toward the crowded hallway. He hadn't quite gotten used to the fact that his once small town was now becoming a larger city. It was a shame really, city people were such snobs when it came to small town routines. The teenager was about to head home when he was stopped by the newest addition to his extended family.

'Hey Sam,' Mikaela's voice was soft.

'Oh hey,' he slowly started into a walk.

'How's it going?' she followed him. 'I haven't spoken to you in ages.'

'Last summer actually, at my aunt's wedding. How is she, by the way?'

'She's very caring,' she pulled a face. 'It's different having a mother around. It's just a little hard to get used to.'

'That's good… I mean having a mother and all.'

'I guess,' she looked around. 'Trent lent me the truck, would you like a ride home?'

'He wouldn't mind a guy like me in his wheels?'

'He's at a football practice. I just have to pick him up when he's done.'

He wasn't going to pass up the opportunity for a lift back to his place. It wasn't often he actually didn't have to walk home. With the pre-summer heat outside, he was glad that this off chance of speaking to his late crush actually didn't end up with him getting punched. Sam would never understand why she would even think about going out with a guy like Trent. He had a bad record of treating girls terribly yet they all still fell at his feet. Shrugging off the thought. they were seen leaving the school together and some unwanted eyes were locked upon them.

Waving back at Mikaela, he entered his house to be confronted by his mother who was curiously looking out the front door. She wanted to know who owned a truck like that and why didn't they come in for a few drinks. As soon as the blue eyed cutie's name was brought up, the annoying questions stopped but were instantly replaced by even more annoying questions. Either way, he ignored all the questions and took his stuff into his room.

There were more important matters on his mind, like where was he going to get money for his part of the deal. He could get a job but there was no job in town he would love to do. Boring jobs were meant for boring people. He though highly of himself so flipping burgers was going to pass. The idea of conning his parents into giving him money for odd jobs around the house was a possibility. What would his father make him do for money? Instantly stopping that thought, he went to his back up if everything else fell through.

Sitting at his computer, he set up an eBay account. It was a ridiculous notion but he was going to sell some of his possessions on the internet. He had heard of people doing this in the past and they did well for themselves. One guy turned a paper clip into a house that he eventually bought. Another guy dressed up in his wife's wedding dress for display and it sold for thousands. People on the internet are stupid. They would buy into anything if marketed properly.

Luckily, he wasn't just some teenager auctioning off his things to the world wide web. He happened to be a teenager with family heirlooms that people would be interested in, very interested in. going into the deepest parts of his closet, he pulled our a large box and opened it. Dust flew off when the lid was lifted but he simply ignored the multiple sneezes and placed the objects on the table. Going through the whole process of setting up the actions and the starting bid he was quite proud of himself.

'Let the bidding war begins,' he clicked the accept button and the wait began. 'Ladiesman217 is going to make some money.'

The evening passed and before going to bed the very eager teenager checked his auctions and no bods had been made yet. He was a little disappointed at the fact but he could wait a little while longer. It was a few more months before the end of the year. He could wait that long. Could he really wait that long? He closed his computer and quickly jumped into bed. That part of his situation was taken care of for the moment. All he needed to worry about now was school. He could totally pull of the grades. Well, at this point in time, he had no other choice.

Two gruelling months had passed and every item in his account was sold except one. Even then, the items that were sold didn't go for that much and he was hoping this last item would make up for the lost on the others. Waking up one morning, he routinely turned on his computer and prepared himself for yet another day of school. Passing by to pick up his backpack, he happened to glance at the screen and nearly had a heart attack when he saw the last item was sold, for a considerable amount too.

'Thank you BiketBot66,' he had a huge smile plastered on his face. 'You just made my dream come true.'

In a beautiful and quiet Californian city just off the coast, a summer home was quite busy preparing for a celebration. Four young adults were running around the house putting up last minute decorations and making sure everything was in place. They were preparing for their father's birthday. It wasn't any ordinary birthday. He was turning the grand old age of fifty. They wanted to make sure he knew he was turning half a century if he liked it or not.

'Adam?' the youngest call for her brother. 'Has the mail come yet?'

'Haven't checked, Leila,' he yelled back at her. 'It could still be in the mailbox.'

A curly haired girl walked toward the mailbox as the wind blew everything in every which way direction. She just almost forgot how long the driveway was compared to the winter home. Leila hated the move because it was so far away from the center of town where everything was. The winter house was smack dap in the middle of the town and literally in walking distance to everything. But her parents were wealthy and successful in life and they wanted all their friends to know that they could afford two houses. The young woman thought it was a ridiculous reason but they were her parents after all.

Stepping in front of the mailbox she saw the lid was not closed completely. Lifting it up, she pulled out a package and a few envelopes addressed to her parents. She couldn't wait to open the package and give it to her father. It was something that had just popped up when she was browsing the internet one evening and couldn't believe that someone would be selling such a item. She had a bidding war with another user but in the end, it was hers. Opening the door, she placed the rest of the mail on the stand and headed to the kitchen to open the box.

'So what's in the package?' the eldest brother looked up from what he was doing.

'It's Dad's present.'

Taking the kitchen scissors, she opened the box and it revealed another more old fashioned box. She slowly picked it up, afraid that it would crumbled at any sudden movement. Flipping open the box, she picked up some very old looking glasses and held it up for everyone else to look at. The picture she saw was obviously taken with a phone and didn't show much detail. But really looking at it now fascinated the young woman to no end. Who in their right mind would sell such a wonder piece of history?

'Where did you get those, Leila?'

'eBay. Some guy was selling them. I still can't believe it.'

'Dad's going to love it. You know he's really into all that old stuff.'

'Thomas, wait to he hear who they belonged to.'

The eldest brother looked at her with a smile on his face. They were some years apart but they had the strongest bond between the siblings. It didn't help that they shared the same auburn hair and freckles that covered every inch of their skin. The middle twins were just annoying and pretty much kept to themselves unless they were picking on their younger sister. But Thomas owned a very successful auto repair shop in town and always schooled her in the art of the automobile, even when she had no idea what he was saying half the time.

The front door opened and in walked their mother, alone. She was dressed in a very agreeable pinstriped dress and carrying a small briefcase. Putting away her smart phone in her pocket, she turned towards four pairs of eyes that were awaiting an answer to why she had come home alone. Her shoulders sunk as she took off her shoes and entered the kitchen to join her children. She didn't know quite what to tell them after she had seen the wonderful preparations they had done.

'Where's Dad?' Leila putting down the box.

'He's not coming,' she put a hand on her hip and scratched her head. 'He was called away on business late this afternoon.'

'Why? I actually got him a gift this year.'

'You could always send it to him. I have the address of where he's staying.'

There was a sweet smile on the young woman's face when her mother wrote down the address. She couldn't wait to send her gift and hear from him. what would his reaction be? Would be love it? She wasn't sure but her mother reassured her that anything given with love he was going to like. The twins made a crude remark and quickly ran off to plan some mischief or most likely play video games. With the disappointing news finally delivered, their mother could actually relax and enjoy a nice dinner with her children.

Everything was cleaned up after supper. It was a shame they had to take everything down because they put so much work into making look amazing. Finishing up, Leila headed up into her room to retire for the evening. Walking into the room, she turned on her television and started to change into her pyjamas. She was in her personal bathroom brushing her teeth when she stopped and slowly stepped back into the room. She wasn't sure if she had heard wrong or if the news caster was playing a joke for the audience.

Looking closely at the screen, there was rough video of the recent meteor shower but there was a falter in the background. The young woman slowly sat down on her bed and put all her attention towards the television. The witnesses were speculating that is wasn't a meteor shower but some alien invasion that was disguised as such. They played back the video again but this time nothing out of the ordinary could be seen. Rolling her eyes she got back up and continued brushing her teeth. People would say anything to get their faces plastered every where in the media.

Sam Witwicky's heart was racing beyond belief. He thought at any moment his heart was going to burst in his chest or just stop entirely. Every beat thundered in his eardrum and every breath wasn't really giving him enough oxygen to move. His brain hadn't even registered what exactly was chasing him. his instincts kicked in and they told him to run. Next thing he knew, he was flying through the air and landed harshly onto a metal surface. Looming right over him was a colossal robot that was clearly not friendly in any sense of the word. It had been chasing him. Did he believe this was still a dream? Hell no because he would have woken up a long time ago. Finally pinning him down against a destroyed car, the robot was now yelling his eBay username and a number of a certain item.

'Where are the glasses!' it was a robotic voice.

'I don't have them anymore.'

'Where are they?'

The teenager stumbled off what used to be a beat up car and was now a pile of rubble thanks to the mechanical monster. He ran and didn't even dare to look behind him. This was not his day at all. First he found his car following him around when he wasn't in it and now an evil alien robot was now threatening to crush him to bits. He tried to convince himself that this was a terrible dream that he was going to wake up from any minute. But that would never happen. This was real.

He turned around a corner and ran right into his car. He panicked. How exactly it got there he didn't know. Well he knew how it got there it was more why it was there. The yellow car door opened and he hesitated. His car wanted him to get in. Since when do old cars have minds of their own? His head snapped around to see the demonic robot heading right towards him. it raised his cannons and Sam didn't think twice about jumping into the yellow car.

The car accelerated instantly drove into the street. His green eyes looked in the rear view mirror and saw a police car chasing them. He knew better at this point. That police car was none other than the devil in robotic form that was trying to kill him. he strapped himself in and tried his very best to enjoy the ride. That wasn't going to happen. The car chase headed to the city outskirts and he could see the power plant. The next moment, he was thrown out of his car and onto the hard grown. It wasn't the first time today. Turning around he was officially blown out of his mind.

His yellow Camaro stood up. He saw all the various pieces of the car slide and move together to form a humanoid robot, a super advanced robot. It did not turn towards him but it was waiting in a battle stance. What was it waiting for? Well he really didn't have to wait long for that question to be answered. The police car changed back into his demonic form and they engaged in battle. They were now fighting against each other. He couldn't believe what was happening. But before he knew it, the enemy robot was down and it wasn't moving.

Sam's eyes were fixed upon the fallen enemy in fear that it would waken again. The rumble of his car walking towards him brought the teenager somewhat out of his reverie and into the harsh reality that was laid on him. His car was an alien robot and there could be more of them, good and mostly evil. The robot waited for the young man to say something to him and when he finally looked at him he transformed into his alternate disguise. The car door opened and it waited.

'Is that thing dead?' his eyes stilled fixed on the pile of rubble.

Various radio clips were heard that tried to explain the situation but it didn't explain anything. Taking in a deep breath, he stepped into car and could only wait for his fate to be shown to him. Sam put on his seat belt let the car drive itself to only the car knew where at this point. It was going to the outskirts of town towards the industrial district were no one really ventured at this time of night. The car stopped and he quickly got out.

'What are we doing here?'

He looked at his car as if it had the answers to everything and than he remembered that he couldn't really speak. Transforming into the yellow robot Sam's mouth was open like a fly trap. He didn't think he would ever get used to that. His head snapped around to see a few more vehicles come down the same alley. What business would an ambulance, sports car and two trucks have in such a low key area? That answer was quickly answered when all four vehicles shifted and changed into advanced robots. The teenager wanted to pinch himself. This had to be a dream but he could never dream up such beings if his life depended on it. The tallest of all of them slowly bent down to look right at him. it was odd to see such a human face made of metal.

'Are you Samuel James Witwicky?' the robot's voice boomed.

'Uh… eh… yes…' How did it know his middle name?

'I'm Optimus Prime. I am the leader of the Autobots.'

'Autobots?' he was now in more shock at the fact it was talking to him.

'We have come from across the galaxy looking for the All Spark which we believe is on this planet.'

'All Spark?'

The one that declared himself leader of the group looked around at his fellow comrades and then down at the human. He figured he had some explaining to do if this one human was going to understand the situation. Their experience with interacting with beings on foreign planets is that they always saw them as hostile and not friendly at all. Optimus had hoped that they weren't have to interact with humans but now that was out of the question. They introduced themselves to the young man and the reasoning for their presence on Earth. The entire time, Sam just looked at the robot that were in front of him. He couldn't believe that he could get himself tangled in such a thing or the fact that this all existed. Giant robots having a civil war and now that war had been brought across the universe. But his heart stopped when his grandfather's glasses were mentioned.

'We need thos glasses to find the All Spark before the Decepticons do.'

'There's one little problem,' the teenager finally had courage to speak.

Now they all had his attention. He could feel their gaze upon him and that made him hesitate to tell them what became of the glasses. It seemed to be such a huge piece to the puzzle that they were laying out before him. It would never be complete until they found them again. Why did his great great grandfather have to discover some alien robot in the arctic circle and then have some stupid inscriptions on his glasses. At least this cleared up that fact that he wasn't crazy after all. He blinked a few times trying to find the right words to break the bad news.

'I don't have the glasses anymore,' he said quickly and in a mumbled voice.

'What?' Optimus Prime lowered down to his level. 'Please tell me this is a joke?'

'This isn't the time to joke around.'

'Then do you know where they are?' the robot now seemed panicked.

'The only thing I know… is that a user named Bikerbot66 now has them.'

'This does change the situation,' the Autobot leader stood up. 'We are going to have to find this user and acquire the glasses at all haste.'

'Isn't there another way to find this All Spark?' Sam felt the need to make up for his mistakes.

'Not that we know of,' he was deep in thought. 'We are going to scatter and search. Report if you have any sign of the glasses.'

His guardian Bumblebee shrank back into his alternate form. Before stepping into the car, he took one last look at the other robots that were surrounding him. This was real. Sitting down in the driver's seat he took the wheel. A huge weight was now laid upon his shoulder's and he could feel it. Why couldn't he just have gotten himself a job instead of selling his heirlooms? Well he wasn't exactly intending the glasses to be some key towards not making an alien war not happen on his planet. He sighed and tried to push the fact that he made a huge mistake.