AN: I don't own Transformers. But I enjoyed the movies. I'm still working on Lone Wolf Like Me and I'm sorry I haven't updated it in awhile. I will soon. Read & Review!

"I was a little girl when I had met my great grandfather Sam Witwicky. It was a family reunion and my parents insisted upon me trying to keep him occupied. So I did just that. But, in the end, he was the one occupying me. He told me about the Autobots and what they did for us. He said that they are real, and I believed him. By the time I had to leave him, I was completely interested only in the Transformers. I drew them; I wrote about them, I even dreamed about them. I was devastated when he died. But, he had left me a few things, as I had found out recently. My parents thought that Grandpa Sam was insane, but I believe different."

I paused as I wrote in my journal. I had loved Grandpa Sam so much. I eyed the large box that sat on the floor of my room. My parents had gone to sleep an hour ago, so opening the box would be fine. It's mine anyway right?

I walked over to the box, pulling it onto the carpeted section by my bed and nightstand. I opened the brown cardboard flaps. On top of the mess inside was a smaller package with a letter attached. I unfolded the letter and read it to myself.

My sweet great granddaughter Salem,

I'm glad you and I were able to meet at that reunion. I presume, since you are reading this, I have passed on. I know you are a bright girl, so I know you'll know what to do with the keys to my old home, before I was put into this dreary nursing home. Be careful and remember the old Witwicky motto:

No Sacrifice, No Victory.

"No sacrifice, no victory." I repeated quietly.

I opened the smaller box and inside was the key to his old house. A knock on my door came. It was my mother.

"Salem, you heading to bed soon?" she asked.

"Yeah, I gotta go run an errand real quick though. I'll get a room for the night at a hotel if I need to. Ok?"

"Fine. I see you opened the box. The errand have anything to do with your great grandfather?"

"No mom. It's some stuff I need to return, and I've got to bring some of this stuff to my new apartment anyway. I'm out tomorrow."

"Right. Well, I best not keep you here. You're on your own tomorrow."

She left my room and I packed up my box and took it out to my 2009 Ford Fiesta Zetec S. I got into the familiar interior of my car and started it. Its familiar hum of the engine and the radio tuning to the country music channel made me smile.

"Let's go Fyre." I said to my car.

Fyre, I nicknamed my car after the flame pattern on the doors and sides. I got Fyre as a congrats present for acing my driver's test in my junior year at high school.

I drove to my apartment and dropped off the box. I grabbed the keys to Grandpa Sam's house and then drove.

Once there, I was greeted by a weird sound. A letter sat on the couch.

There is always more than what meets the eyes, Salem. My war has become your war. It has just begun.

I was puzzled by this. What did Grandpa Sam mean by his war becoming my war? I sighed, and then began scouting the house for any clues besides the letter.

All I could find was this weird piece of jagged metal on a chain necklace. I put it on of course, since I had a taste for metal jewelry. I headed back to my car, only to find it not there. Instead, I found a robot.

"I must be asleep." I said aloud as more began showing up.

"Are you the descendant of Sam Witwicky, child?" said a robot.

I nodded in fear. What the hell was going on?

Another robot came forward, close to my face, since I was a billion times smaller than it was.

"I am Optimus Prime. Your grandfather Sam knew me, and has left you to continue his mission: defend the world from the Decepticons."

"Wait a minute! You're the Optimus Prime! The Leader of the Autobots on Earth!" I exclaimed. I looked around and began pointing at the other Autobots. "And you're Ratchet, the medic bot! Ironhide, Bumblebee, it's like all of the Autobots are here! Grandpa Sam wasn't lying! This is so great! I knew he wasn't crazy!"

The robot in the spot where my car used to be looked at me and asked with a male voice. "What about me? Do you know me?"

I shook my head no. "You're a new one."

"You know me best in this form." The robot said before transforming into my Ford Fiesta.

"Oh my god, Fyre! You're an Autobot! This is so cool!"

Optimus looked at me. "Are you aware of what Sam has left you, Salem?"

"Yeah. I just have one question. What did Grandpa Sam mean when he said his was has become my war?"