Very important notes: This story is AU but it does very much retain to the Generation one and war for cybertron/ fall of cybertron (it NOT connected to prime community in anyway, I honestly didn't agree with WfC/FoC being in the prime community... I never really found it right that way just felt like Wfc/Foc SHOULD take its own direction because it wasn't just a video game but also a nicely put together story in itself~

There is swearing in this, not because I want to make it raunchy and distasteful story, but because its simply is apart of everyday real life and very much reality; Even I use these words in my daily life without thinking twice.

Most characters do NOT belong to me.

Newport, Oregon

15:27

Newport Oregon was a small beautiful town by the ocean. Its seaside charm often drew tourists who were passing through the state of Oregon or just taking a simple trip through the west coast. Unlike Portland or Eugene, It wasn't a huge city. It did have a fair population though, which was estimated to be nearly 10,000 people in the last census and the town grew more every year with people looking to settle down in a quiet town by the ocean. The community itself was incredibly tight knit. It was the type where people knew each other well and many of them had lived in the town their lives. People were fairly friendly and down to earth in the community. They would often times smile and say 'hello' to one another.

Another thing that made the city attractive was the lack of crime and bedlam. It was that type of place where no one locked their doors and people would let strangers in their home without a second thought.

One young Resident that had lived here his whole life was Samuel James Witwicky, better known as 'Spike' to everyone who knows him.

He was 17-years-old, and was just your average all American teen boy. He enjoyed the outdoors, sports, mountain biking and automobiles. He was known to be somewhat of an introvert, fairly quiet and shy for the most part. He had his small group of friends that he preferred so he wasn't interested in parties or social gatherings of any sort. Never the less, he was still polite and curt to people he met. The boy had no known enemies, maybe some people he didn't see eye to eye with, but he was on good terms with just about everyone he met.

As a junior in high school, he was still trying to find his place in the world. So far he had found an interest in auto mechanics, particulary cars. This worked very well for Spike because his father was the proud owner of an auto repair and body shop.

Today had been a typical Friday for the boy. He went to school at 7:00 in the morning that day and now it was 4:00 in the afternoon.

As of now, Spike was preparing for cross country practice, even though he didn't quite feel like doing it today.

Just before he went to meet with the cross country team, he had to make an important phone call to his parents. Spike wasn't planning on coming home right after Cross country so had to let his parents know. It was just something any responsible teen would do. Any responsible adult for that matter too.

"Hello, this is the witwicky residence, sorry we cannot pick up your call at this time, feel free to leave us a message and we'll get back to you as soon as we can, have a wonderful day!"

There was a little beeping sound indicating a message machine was now recording.

"Hi Mom, I'm calling to let you and dad know I'll be home late today, Carlos and I are going to Taco Bell after cross country practice is finished, I love you, bye"

Spike hung up his smartphone and diligently placed it in a bright green fluorescent armband that hugged his right bicep.

It didn't worry him that nobody at home picked up the phone since his parents did say they were probably heading out to the grocery store after his father got back from the doctors office. Spikes' younger brother Daniel was more than likely at home, but chances were he was probably dozing off in a forbidden midday nap. It didn't bother the teenager though. as long as he didn't get home at midnight with his mother and father wailing on him about how he didn't call and how worried sick they were and well... just how typical parents act. Nothing wrong with it.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard footsteps running behind him. Turning around to see who it was, thats when he realized it was his friend, Carlos; Carlos was hispanic part african american. He had stark brown eyes, was about about a good six feet tall, fairly thin and lean body type. His dark brown hair in an almost buzz cut like hair style, but not quite.

Carlos was smiling as usual. He was always smiling.

Carlos was known to be very outgoing and friendly to anyone who had met him. He had a great reputation and was one of the well most liked and amicable kids in the school by his peers and teachers alike. Carlos was one of those very rare people that could mesh in with any crowd. He was was one of the very few people that Spike felt at ease with.

"So Spike, did your folks say its ok?"

Carlos was doing his best to catch his breathe from the sudden stop he made. He often ran a quite a few laps before joining the whole cross country team on their daily city run. Not that it was a bad idea, but sometimes he over did it.

"They're not home, but thats alright, I'm pretty sure they don't mind, its only Taco Bell," Spike chuckled

"Ah sweet!, yeah... we haven't hung out much together since school started I mean I can barley get Rad on his phone... well not since he hooked up with Jenna, I think he needs to find a better girlfriend, I mean sure she is ver pretty but damn, she is craaazyyy," Spike And Carlos laughed, but Spike instantly lost his smile; He wasn't very happy when he thought about it because he had a rather bitter sweet history with Jenna... and the fact she seemed to be taking one of his good friends out the equation, made him fairly unhappy.

Rad, Carlos and Spike had always been inseparable.

It really wasn't that long ago that Spike could recall when he, Rad and Carlos were just tiny little 3rd graders who always had a Friday night just for playing video games till 5 in the morning and eating soo much junk food that they were throwing up all morning and silly sick, but that never stopped them from doing it again. They almost lived at each others homes all the time too. They shared their families, rooms, belongings... it was almost like being unofficial brothers.

Spike would never forget those days. He yearned for them so badly. But there wasn't anything he could do about it. Spike had slowly (and painfully) learned to accept that things in life happen and people changed. The best thing he could do was... simply move on.

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence until Spike finally spoke up, "I think we better go join the team, they're leaving in about five minutes. Here, I need to refill my water bottle real quick,"

Carlos stood there, feeling a little guilty about bringing up a sensitive subject, but nothing more was said.

The two eventually did joined the team shortly afterwards. The run was going fairly well so far. Spike didn't know what it was but he felt a sudden abundant of energy. Maybe it was just the fact he wanted to go eat out so bad and was looking forward to it.

The boys ran side by side as they made their way through the seaside town. The scenery was very beautiful, The streets and buildings lit up with the approaching sunset. The bright vivid orange and pink clouds lined up on the horizon as the sun slowly disappeared beneath the horizon line, casting a reflection in the calm ocean waters.

Spike felt pretty lucky to live in this city. He didn't care if it wasn't glitzy, glamours, or popular like Malibu, Miami or Padre. it was gorgeous in its own way, and on top of that, it was a very safe place to live. It truly was a blessing to live here even if most people didn't think twice about it.

"man... I'm... so... starved... are... we...there...yet?," Carlos was not one of those people who could talk well while he was jogging, but Spike knew a lot of people that could talk as fast as they ran. They didn't even have to pause or catch their breath. It was so funny how some people like that. Just like the group of girls in front of them; The girls were unbelievably vocal as they ran together, they made it look so easy as they kept talking about some kid from another school. Not that Spike really cared... it was just easy to notice because they were talking so loud.

"ah yeah... we're just... about... there," Spike managed to chuckle a bit. He was feeling tired from the last stretch of the two miles, and Come to think of it... he felt fairly hungry too.

Before the boys knew it, they had come to a stop and Cross country practice was over. Then they soon found themselves at their next destination. The restaurant had a few people inside but it wasn't too crowded. It was pretty mundane for a Friday night. There was only one other person in line at that moment. It was an elderly man who looked like he was at least in his seventies. The man couldn't decide what he wanted so he turned around and asked the boys if they wanted to go, they declined though since they were also deciding too. On top of that, Spike didn't really want to make the elder man wait either, it just didn't feel right to him.

"have you decided what you want yet?" Carlos asked as he fumbled through his wallet.

"I think I'll have the number four," Spike replied. Carlos frowned for a moment at his responses and spoke up, "anything els Spike? surely you're more hungry than that! I mean c'mon! its not that often we get to splurge here! besides I'm taking the tab here get whatever you want!" Carlos crowed gleefully.

"oooooh no! you don't have to, I got money on me Car-"

"Nonono! I got it Spike!"

Before Spike could Protest any further, the lady at the register spoke up, "Hey Boys, what can I get you?"

"Hi Miss, I'll have two party packs," Carlos Smiled over at Spike, "and two orders of number four for the big guy behind me."

An uncomfortable formed on Spikes' face, but he didn't say anything more. No use in arguing with Carlos. When that man wanted to do something, he did it... no matter what.

"ok, your order will be 311," the girl handed Carlos the receipt as he put the money on the counter, "have an awesome day and thank you!"

Spike and Carlos looked for a spot to sit, they eventually agreed on a booth by the entrance, it had been only booth left too. They quietly sat down for a bit till Carlos broke the silence.

"So Spike... you going to the homecoming game next weekend? you know to give Rad a little a cheer, his first time playing for the varsity team... I know we don't hang out with him much anymore but... well... it just doesn't feel right not to support him"

"yeah I'll go this year... might as well since I won't have anything to do on Friday, won't even be able to head to Ashland for the car show till a couple of more weeks," Spike groaned, he didn't want to come off as rude to Carlos because he felt indifferent about a lot of the things relating to the high school. He enjoyed sports and science but certain subjects and people… he would rather not talk about.

Carlos arched an eye brow "whats wrong Spike? you don't sound very happy,"

"No no... I'm happy for him its just that..." Spike kinda of choked up little, he didn't want to be blunt or sound off to negatively or anything of the sort. Though thats usually what it took to be truly honest about personal things. Spike just wasn't good at talking about personal things. At all.

Spike let out a sigh, " It just that I guess I just don't feel you know... to close to Rad anymore... I mean he still is a terrific guy but... he has changed into somebody that I don't know anymore..." It was a little hard to choke that out, but somehow, It felt good. Just like like a huge weight being lifted lifted off his shoulders.

Carlos expression looked a little torn, He knew how Spike felt but unlike Spike… Carlos had a difficult time accepting changes. The days when all three of them were a tight nit bunch, the days when they did everything together, the days when they told each other everything. It made Spike feel guilty, but sooner or later, Carlos would have to learn that life had to go on, some things are just beyond mending...

"I'll still go though, I mean it'll be us and whoever we bring along, maybe Baylee as well?"

"yeah... that sounds good," Carlos shrugged a little as he forced a smile. Spike knew Carlos still wasn't accepting what he had said, but the only thing he could do was give carlos some time to take in what he said and just hope Carlos would get it.

He could only hope

about an hour later

Spike had just finished his evening out and was now going home.

First he had to go fetch his car from his fathers' auto shop.

As the teen walked in he was greeted by a women at the front desk,

"hi! Witwicky Auto- Oh Hey Spike! was wondering where you were! How was school ?" The women was about somewhere in her mid forties to late fifties, she had short black hair that was tied back in a pony tail and a wore a nice yellow blouse with dark brown slacks. she was a little overweight as well, but still fairly healthy for someone her age.

"Hey Alma, yeah, not bad, just the usual, more school work and then went to Taco Bell with a friend after Cross country practice. I'm ready to go home and hit the sack, I'm beat... how about you?"

"Not bad, quite a few people came in today so it was a little tiring and busy but it wasn't bad," the woman smiled.

Spike smiled back as he made his way to his car in the very back of the garage area.

His car wasn't really any different from anything most 17-years-olds would have, It was a beat up old clunker that was a few decades old... however the car was a flashy and sleek (well... probably was at one time in life) 1976 yellow camero with black stripes.

The car wasn't too bad for a teenage boys first car. Sure it wasn't a sporty corvette or luxurious Mercedes but it drove nicely and got Spike wherever he needed.

The ironic thing was that the car actually was his fathers car back in high school.

It had been a 16th birthday present for the old man when was 16-years of age (which was easily back in the later seventies). His dad had since then gotten quite a collection of nice cars... a lot of them he didn't even actually drive. One really nice car he did drive though was a bright red 1973 Ferrari. Talk about a well made car... too bad there was no way in hell his dad was ever gonna let him drive it let alone. Ever.

Ah well... maybe in 60 years I'll have something nice...

Spike pulled out his keys and unlocked the front door. He then reached over and tossed his backpack in the passenger seat and climbed in the driver side, pulled his seatbelt on and started the ignition. He then waved goodbye to Alma as he pulled out of the shop.

As Spike drove through town he took a peek at his clock.

11:08 P.M

The street lights were fairly bright so Spike had no trouble seeing as he drove through the streets, but the lights started disappearing as he made toward the outer skirts of the city so he had to actually turn his high beams on so he could see.

Unfortunately it was a necessity to drove out in the dark open dirt road since Spikes house didn't live in town.

The teen and his family lived further out toward the forest rather than the buzzing seaside town. The closest neighbor was about 2 miles away as opposed to well… right next door.

The home home basically sat out towards the countryside. However, the family could see the ocean though their house. They could easily walk over to the beach too, just had to be careful crossing the road.

The drive so far was still normal, that was until Spike saw something right out of the corner of his eye.

Spike, without a moment of hesitation, slammed his breaks as a small creature darted in front of his car.

"whoa! watch out there little guy…"

It had been a small domestic house cat. Luckily it wasn't hit or appeared hurt in anyway because it bounded off toward the ocean like business as usual, not even looking back at the vehicle that nearly hit it.

Spike let out a agitated sigh as he slumped down in his seat. This wasn't the first time that same cat did that too him. As a matter of fact, he knew the cat.

'damn it Ernie... do you want to get hit by a car?'

Yep, Ernie the neighbors cat.

Spike wasn't too happy about it. Sometimes he wish animals would not simply run in front of a a two ton vehicle that could easily kill them; Spike would always stop his car regardless of what animal was in front of however, that didn't guaranteed there would be no accident and he sure prayed there wouldn't be.

The teen was about to gently push the gas peddle until something in the sky caught his attention.

Spike had seen meteors in the night skies before but whatever he was looking at almost seemed so, foreign; Spike had never seen anything like it before. He watched in what almost seemed like slow motion for him as it plummeted down toward the pacific ocean in a fiery blaze.

Spike had heard stories about meteorites falling down to earth including one story involving a man that got struck by a very tiny one (no bigger than a gold ball) and died on the spot from the impact.

As Spike continued to stare in awe at the sky, he completely forgot about getting home even though his house was literally less than a mile away. That was the last thing on his mind. Right now he was focused on the foreign object as it fell from the sky, so he decided to drive down to the beach and get a better look at it.

Spike slammed on the gas peddle and sped his car through a small dirt road that offshoot the main one. Before he know it he was on the beach stretch in mere seconds.

Spike jumped out of his car not caring if the ignition was still on.

As the boy squinted he could see the object even if it was still vague; As he studied it further, He was pretty sure it wasn't a meteorite anymore. It did not have a consistent shape to a rock. He still couldn't tell just what it was though.

Spike stood still as he continued to observe the scene carefully, then he then reached into his armband and pulled out his phone.

Thats when he did what many people would do in the same situation nowadays, He recorded it.

The falling object was now dangerously closer than ever and Spike could tell it was going to land somewhere out in the pacific ocean, not far from the city. He squinted even harder hoping for a better look. He could now tell it was some type of aircraft. It didn't look like it was exactly in one piece either. As a matter of fact it looked like it was a piece of an aircraft. The teen found it even more startling… that it wasn't really disintegrating like most air craft would be falling from the sky.

"thats gotta be a jet or something... there could be people dying..."

Spike began to feel bad about recording, but he continued never the less. It could be vital evidence if there was a crash investigation.

Before Spike knew it, the water on the horizon suddenly exploded in the far distance as the aircraft plowed right through it; The impact left a frightening huge wall of water. It was just like watching a nuclear bomb explode in the ocean.

Spike was in complete awe and shock as he stood there, completely mesmerized by the chaotic scene.

the whole spectacle literally took his breathe away from him; In all of his short 17-years in life, he had never witnessed anything like it. It was nothing not even the best of modern CGI movies could capture.

Spike stood there in the dark cold open strand of beach, (except for the lights in his car). He wasn't sure what he should do at that moment, alert the authorities or something? then again he would probably be shrugged of as some attention seeking delinquent. However, the whole drama was large. Other people had to have noticed it. Hell, even the whole town had to have seen that.

Spike decided to call for the authorities, it probably was more than likely to be a passenger jet crash and there could survivors strugging to stay alive out there in the ocean; Spike had his doubts about there being any survivors though because how massive the impact was. He also had very faint doubts in the back of his mind about it being a passenger jet.

regardless of what doubts he had, Spike dialed 911 on his phone.

"911, what is your emergency?" the female dispatcher asked.

"ummm hey, I don't know if anyone eles in town or around seen anything but, some kinda of jet just crashed into the ocean, I would say it a good few miles away from the shore? well I can't be one hundred percent sure of the distance, its really dark right now,"

"okay, yes we have gotten a couple of calls about a jet crashing into the ocean and we are requesting the coast guard out. Just carry on with what you need to do and let them take care of it, have a good night"

"thanks you too,"

Spike hung his phone and sighed, his own breathe glowing in the chilly air. Then he suddenly felt a really cold and freezing sensation on his ankles. As he peered down, he discovered a wave coming up his legs, becoming bigger with every second

'Shit! Of course! an impact like that is going to make a wave, I better get out of here till its gone,"

Spike made a mad dash to his across the beach car, and just in time because the moment he slammed on the gas the water was starting to reach above the wheels.

Luckily for Spike, the rest of the drive to his house went off without a hitch, but he just couldn't shake off an ominous feeling he suddenly had.

As Spike pulled into the family home drive through, he could hear the dogs barking, not unusual because thats what they always did when a car pulled in the drive way.

Spike then reached into the backseat and pulled out his backpack and locked the doors of the car as he got out. As he walked to the house most of the lights were off except for the front lights. They were left on for him, he knew it because the family always turned them off when everyone was in bed.

Spike didn't go to bed right away. Instead, the very first thing he did was plop on the couch and log on the internet with his phone.

The teen was hoping that maybe this would be on the news, but so far it wasn't. It had only happened mere minutes ago so there probably wouldn't be full article about it until the morning. He still wasn't satisfied with this and just couldn't bring himself to go to his bedroom and go to sleep. He knew very well though that this more than likely not be in the local news but in the international news.

Spike sat there completely frozen for what almost seemed to be an eternity to him, he just didn't know what to do. maybe he could go back?

That actually didn't sound like a bad idea to him. More than likely the water would have washed away from the beach at this time so he could actually get around without getting swept into the ocean.

Without really giving the idea another though, Spike quietly made his way out the house.

However, what Spike did not count on, was his younger brother being in the kitchen.

As Spike had opened up the door to go outside he was startled by a young familiar voice.

"Spike, where are you going? Its dark outside," The young child was about 9-years old. He looked a lot like his older brother, had the same curly light brown hair with dense bangs in his face and almost brushy eye brows to go with it. As a matter of fact, he was a spitting image of Spike when he was the exact same age. Spike had just been perhaps an inch taller at that age.

"Nothing, I Just forget something in my car, I'll be right back,"

sure Spike was lying, but what was he supposed to say? He didn't want Daniel to go venture with him. Hell, If anything happened to Daniel, his parents would skewer him. So he really didn't want to take that risk.

Spike didn't wait for a reply though. He ran as fast as he could (thank goodness for cross country training, because he was a fast runner) once he had shut the door behind him. Spike couldn't see very well at all. So he stopped for a quick moment and messed with his phone till he brought up a 'flashlight app'. Not an actual flashlight, but sure was better than tripping in the darkness.

Spike easily ran almost a mile down the embankment from his house to the beach. Sure enough he was there in matter of minutes, though nearly tripping several times on his way down.

He took a good look at the beach and much to his relief, the wave was gone.

Spike then walked around for a little bit; Nothing seemed to be amiss as far as he could see. Strangely enough, it was even more peaceful than it was when he was there several minutes go. That only made the hair on his neck stand up.

It was barley a couple of minutes of walking around when something gleaming caught Spikes' eye.

He turned to get a better look at it and very cautiously stalked over toward it, not knowing what to expect.

As he got within a good six feet of it, he got a good look at it; Whatever it was measured about a foot long in diameter and looked like it was a piece of something because it had tears on it, consistent with being ripped off by someone or something. It also metallic glow to it though there was hardly any light reflecting off it. But what really caught Spikes' attention was that it had faint blue glowing hieroglyphs.

Spike wasn't sure whether or not he should touch the object, for all he knew it could be poisonous him and what not.

Unfortunately, after a minute of starring, the teens curiosity got the better of his thinking.

He looked around for something to at least touch it with first and sure enough there was a fallen tree limbs on the ground nearby; Reaching for the most promising one he could see, which was a three foot branch, He walked over to the object and gently poked it.

nothing happened.

He poked it again.

Still, nothing happened.

Against his better judgement, Spike dropped the branch and reached his left hand toward the object.

He touched it.

Without warning, the hieroglyphs on the object begin glowing a very distinctive fluorescent blue.

He most certainly didn't have to squint to see them anymore. It was like... the object was responding to his very touch.

Spike, kneeling down with his hand still on the object, stared even more inquisitively. It was actually very beautiful.

Spike frowned.

What should he do with it? He couldn't just leave this sitting on the beach, something would probably happen to it... Some tourists stopping at the beach might decide to take it as a souvenir, a scavenging animal might think its something to eat and choke on it or worse... It might even wash back into the ocean when the tide got even further.

Spike wasn't sure if lugging it home with him was a much better idea either. He didn't know if the object was contaminated in anyway or could simply... explode. Who knows, maybe it would even give him cancer. He just didn't know what risks were involved.

Spike felt torn, he didn't know what he wanted to do. This was too much of a discovery to simply ignore and walk away...

Sure he could call the authorities but…. somehow, it didn't feel like the right thing to do.

'how the hell can it not be?'

Spike felt a sudden gnawing cold icy chill as a ocean wave caressed against his ankles.

'Uh oh, high tide is coming...'

At that moment the young man made his decision.

With both of his hands, He carefully picked up the object and frisked back home with it tucked between his right arm.