I love me some transformers!

Ok, time for a new story. Been swirling in my head, since I just watched the movie about a week ago. Been working non-stop since then:-)Now, this is a oc story, about my character Saffron Witwicky and Mick Solace. Sam is still in the story but not the main character anymore. He will have a bigger role n the next movie/story. I hope she isn't Mary Sue...or to Mary Sue. I suppose any OC character is Mary Sue.

I hope you all enjoy so now...READ ON!


"Ronnie, get your butt out of that bed!"

The sudden call startled the young, dark haired teen buried beneath the covers. Grunting, a slender and tanned hand wiggled free to slap the blaring alarm clock into silence. Ah, silence., snuggling back into the warmth provided and the barely crackled hazel green eyes closed.

"Saffron Jamie Witwicky, get your booty out of that bed!" the bedroom door was kicked open, again startling the one sleeping inside. With a yelp, the teen tumbled over the bed, entangling sheets with long legs. "School is in an hour. You still need breakfast."

"I'm up, I'm up." muttering, the young girl with dark brown curls poked free of the covers. The curls were tight, close to her head and when the light hit it just right, lit the space around her like a halo. Pushing a chunk of hair from her face, she glanced toward her mother and pouted. "Was that necessary?"

"You are harder to wake then your brother." she grumbled.

Saffron snorted, finding that hard to believe. "Ugh...what's the time?"

"6:05, up-up." singing, Judy left the room with a hum. "I'm making waffles!"

"...hm, waffles." mumbling to herself, Saffron finally climbed to her feet and stretched. Her arms stretched high above her head, fingers wiggling. Light streamed into the room from the two large windows, lighting everything. Her room use to be Sam's, before he moved out. Most of it was set up the same, desks pushed under the far window, queen size bed under the other window, and the metal/wooden shelves that was used to break the large room up into two. Bedroom section and the study room. Also, she used the shelves for her clothes. Pants in the middle, unmentionables in colored totes on the bottom and shirts folded on the stop.

She loved it all, so strange, so unique...just like her!

The sunlight warmed her small frame and a soft meow of pleasure left her. Scratching her sides lazily, she then stripped herself of the sleeping clothes. An old jersey and spandex shorts. Moving around the room with a hum, she gathered a pair of worn jeans and a grey t-shirt. Plopping on the edge of the bed, she pulled over a pair of sneakers, socks already stuffed inside and slid them all on.

"Ronnie-"

"I'm coming, untwist ya knickers!" rolling her eyes, she reached for a pair of black rimmed circular glasses on the desk and slipped them on. They use to belong to her great grandfather, Archibald, and when it was decided she needed glasses, she immediately thought to use those. Of course, the lense had to be replaced and she kept them locked up in her trinket box. They had history, so there was no getting rid of them.

"Don't use that sort of language with your mother." Ronald Witwicky scolded his daughter when she finally entered the room.

Saffron just looked at him before passing Judy to sit at the table. Mumbling 'Knickers' repeatedly. "Ronnie!" the look was stern but her mothers tone was amused. Saffron grinned, batting her lashes as she dropped a kiss on Ron's cheek.

"Morning pumpkin."

"Morning daddy." she sat to his right, smiling up at Judy when she set the plate of waffles before her. "Thank you mama." Judy leaned over, head turning and pointed to her cheek. Rolling her eyes, Saffron pecked it. Then the older woman was off to do whatever it was she did, humming to herself. Woman's so odd. Shaking her head, she turned to the plate, drooled slightly and dug in.

"Do you remember the deal we made?" Ron asked suddenly.

"Same as you did with Sammy-boy." Saffron looked over at him. "I front 2g's, you front 2g's."

"So long as you have five A's." she shot him a look, like asking 'Really? Did you just say that?' Saffron's grades were better then Sam's, always had been. Which is why she had to have more A's then him. She wasn't like genius smart where no one her own age could understand her. She didn't study harder...or at all really. Things just came to her, after seeing how it was performed once. But if worse came to worse, and her grades weren't as high as they needed to be, she would just hack into the school system. Change her grades manually. That was her thing, hacking. She had done it before, for her best friend. Hacking the system of the school, that required some intelligence, right? "And you get your report card today." he reminded her.

"I know." a grin crossed the teens face, head bobbing as she popped the last bit of her breakfast in her mouth. Ron just looked at her a moment before shaking his head. He had no idea what she could do, or that she had been doing stuff like it since she was twelve. Done with eating, she swiped the plate and rinsed it off before placing it in the dishwasher. Leaving the room, she went back to her room and grabbed a messenger back and skateboard with many tangs on the underside.

One last stop, brushing her teeth, and she was downstairs, ready for the day. "Have a good day at school!"

"See ya after school, daddy!" and out the door she went. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out an IPod touch, she bought herself!, and slid on a pair of oversized headphones. Black with a bright, neon green Gir from Invader Zim. Skateboard was dropped to the ground and she hopped on, pushing off down the sidewalk.

She swayed side to side in time to the beat of her music. Hero by Skillet. Knees bent slight, as she moved the board. "I'm just a step away. I'm a just a breath away. Losin' my faith today. Falling off the edge today! I am just a man. Not superhuman. I'm not superhuman! Someone save me from the hate." singing along, her foot pushed against the concrete again as she turned right at the street corner. Sitting caddy corner, on the opposite side of the street was a police cruiser. Mustang. It was the new verison. She let lose a low whistle at the sight but didn't stop to admire as others did.

"It's just another war. Just another family torn. I'm falling from my faith today! Just a step from the edge. Just another day in the world we live." there were a couple people out this early. Walking dogs or going for their morning runs. Saffron nodding in the usual greeting, since she usually saw them on her way to school. "I need a Hero. To save me now! I need a Hero! Save me now! I need a Hero. To save my life! A Hero'll save me! Just in time!" she swivelled around an older lady, looking over a shoulder to smile. Putting a foot out, she jutted a hip out to turn the board and stop. "Morning Mrs. Hanson!" and pushed her headphones back.

"Morning Ronnie!" she waved back.

"Gettin my car today!" she pointed out cheekily.

"So long as you have five A's!" she called back.

Ugh, does daddy not tell anyone about that?, she mused with an eye roll. "Bet your sweet ass I am!"

"Show'em how us girls do it, Brooklyn style!"

"Sure thang, momma!" she joked back, waving then continued onward. The headphones were replaced and she pushed off the sidewalk. "I gotta fight today. To live another day. Speakin' my mind today. My voice will be heard today! I've gotta make a stand. But I am just a man. I'm not superhuman! My voice will be heard today..."

Tranquility High was fairly close to the Saffron's house. So in no time, she was outside of it. The parking lot was full of kids, laughing, discussing and joking about their weekends. None really paid attention to the singing, skating teen, as it was a normal sight. "Yo, Ronnie!" a startling blonde male teen jumped right into her path. Tall, at least six feet and muscular. With no time to stop, she slammed into him and both were sent crumbling to the ground.

"God dammit Mick!" a groan left the curly haired girl. "How many times I tell you to stop jumping in front of me?"

"Erm...everyday?" he gave a sheepish smile, scratching his head.

"Dork." snorting, she pushed herself up to be straddling the boys lap. She wasn't bothered by the position, nor was he, since both knew he was gay for the school jock, Trent Demarco. Why? Saffron never accused Mick of having good taste. "You coming with me after school to help pick the car?"

"Damn straight. I'd be one pissed homo if you left me behind." he pointed out then reached around to smack her rear. "Now get off me before you give people the wrong idea."

"That what, you like v-jayjays?" both snickered but she did as he asked, even helped him stand.

"Hey Saff." greeted another of her friends.

Both turned to see the tanned, dark haired beauty that was Mikela Banes. She lived about ten minutes out, from the Witwicky house. And her big brother, Sam, had the biggest crush on her. Or, at least use to. She was only three years under him, a senior with Saffron. "Hey Kela(KAY-LA)!" grinning, she leaned forward so they could exchange hugs. Even hugged Mick. She to knew of his sexual preference...not his crush though.

"What's shaking?"

"Oh, just waiting for-"

"Hey babe." Trent, 'man of the hour', walked over and threw an arm over Mikela's shoulders. He leaned forward, planting a kiss on her lips. Saffron fought the urge to roll her eyes. She really disliked the douche bag. Mick tensed up beside her, watching the 'lovely dovey' couple.

"Hey Mike...Saffron."

"It's M-M-Mick." the blonde stuttered out, trying not to blush.

Saffron actually rolled her eyes this time, elbowing him. "Trent." was all the greeting he would be getting. Every time the jock was around, she felt the incredible urge to just hose herself down and scrub away at her body. His stare made her feel so...dirty. How Mikela was fine with him all over her, she would never understand. Shaking the thoughts free, she glanced to the girl in question. "When ya ready to ditch the meathead, Sammy-boy be waiting for your call." winking at her very light blush, the teen turned on her heel and started for the school. "Mick, let's go!" she was sure Mikela had a bit of a crush on her brother. It was only a matter of time.


"Hey Saffron." said teen tensed, trying really hard to ignore the speaker. Easier said then done. "Babe, what's with this Sammy guy and Mikela?" she turned to give Trent, who moved himself to seat beside her, a blank look. Why was he bugging her?

"Sam is my brother." she answered in the most bored tone possible.

"Your brother? That loser?" he laughed at the thought. "She wouldn't leave me for someone like that."

Saffron's eyes narrowed. Was he really...dishing her brother...right in front of her? He's an idiot., letting out breath, she scratched her cheek. "I have no idea what Kela sees in you."

"You just want me for yourself, hm?" grinning a seductive smile, or at least he thought he was, he leaned toward her.

"Please refrain from getting that close to me." finger to his forehead, she pushed him back and scooted the whole chair from him. Wish he'd just fuck off. This guy is the most idiotic person I have every meet. And that's saying something!, before he could say anything else, the bell rang for the end of the school. Saffron was up and out of her desk within a blink of an eye. Gonna get a car today!, and singing to herself.

"Yo, Ronnie!" Mick jogged toward her, free of any books and a bag.

"Ronnie! Mickie!"

The blonde sighed heavily, shooting a look to his laughing best friend. "Really wish your pops would stop calling me that."

"Awww, it's cute, babe." winking, she laced her arms with one of his and they headed toward the way to small car the man of the family drove. Saffron already decided she didn't want a small car. Maybe a truck? She always loved trucks. A good 1970 ford, orange with a lift. She'd call it Pumpkinhead. Yes, she had thought this all over before.

"Report card?" a sheet of paper was held out and he took it, skimming the grades over. Six A's, one B. "Not bad, not bad."

"Hey, I got five A's as well. That mean you're gonna put 2g's to me getting a car?" Mick asked.

"Nice try, Mickey, but you are not my kid."

"It's Mick, Ron." he whined, making father and daughter grin.

"Let's go then." Ron announced, pulling away from the school.

"And don't try anything like you did with Sam." Saffron warned, shooting her father with a look. Taking a hormonal teenage boy to a Porsche dealership as a joke. Who does that? Ronald Witwicky, that's who!

"Ah, I wouldn't do that to you, pumpkin." he pouted.

"Only because I wouldn't fall for it AND I wouldn't make you that Molten Chocolate Volcano Cake you like so much." he let lose a dramatic gasp. He loved his daughters cooking.

"She drives a hard bargain, hm?" Mick grunted from the back.

"Shut up you or no more meatloaf."

"Nooooooo, why would you do that to me! Your best friend!" Mick cried.

"You are such a drama queen." Saffron scoffed, as they pulled into a used car dealership. None of the three seen the yellow, beat up mustang that followed. The trio climbed out, looking around at all the cars and the small but cozy looking building that housed the office. "Daddy-"

"Yah, I'll go talk to the dealer, you two go look." he waved them off.

"Thanks daddy!" wrapping him up in a hug, she kissed his cheek then darted off into the lot, dragging a laughing Mick with her. Ron just shook his head and started for the office.

"So, what are we looking for?" Mick wondered, eyeing row after row of cars.

"Not a friggin' clue. When I see it, I'll know." she muttered and started the search.

"Do you want a car?" he then asked.

"Eh, not really. At least, not small like daddy's. it's a bit to cramped. Want more space. I was thinking a truck."

The first ten minutes, it was just the two, Saffron turning down every vehicle car Mick pointed out. She thought she seen promise in one truck, a 1973 ford but it suddenly went 'ka-blooah' and died right in front of her. Then Ron found them and she was turning down twice as many cars. Ten minutes after that, one of the dealer guys came. And you can guess what happened. She was turning down thrice as many cars. "Ronnie, there's got to be something that catches your eye." Ron sighed.

"Nope, not really-" she cut herself off as something caught her eye. There was a flash of yellow. Head cocking, she headed toward it, ignoring the others. She came to the end of the car lot, to see a mustang. Faded and chipped yellow paint with black racing stripes on the hood. Saffron was such an old car freak. "Found it!" leaning forward, to poke her head in the window, she checked out the inside. Definitely needed some new seats. These were torn. The dashboard cracked and faded but all together, it wasn't to bad off. "Hm...slap a new coat of paint of orange on you and call you Pumpkinhead." she muttered.

Suddenly, the radio cut on. "Oh-o-o-oa, oh-o-o-o . Oh-o-o-oa, oh-o-o-o. Sweet little bumble bee, I know what you want from me. Dup-I-dup-I-do la da. Dup-I-dup-I-do la da. Sweet little bumble bee, more than just a fantasy. Dup-I-dup-I-do la da. Dup-I-dup-I-do la da. My heart skips a beat when you walk in the room."

She jumped back, startled then blinked. The Bumblebee song? Well, she supposed it fit. Yellow with black stripes. "So, Bumblebee, huh?" no answer came, though she wasn't really expecting one. Opening the door, she sat in the driver seat, motioning for Mick to come around. Which he did, plopping himself in the passenger.

A low whistle left him. "A 1967 Mustang, Shelby, GTO500." another whistle left him.

"Don't care, awesome car." she waved him off.

"Needs some new seats." he commented, looking inside.

"Thought the same thing. Your pops has an old mustang in the lot right?" she glanced over at him.

"Oh yah. Forgot about it." Mick's dad owned a shop, it was where Ron usually took his car when he was having problems. Henry, the father, never tried ripping them off. Or anyone really. Sometimes, Saffron answered phones for him or ran little errands if he couldn't leave. "So, how does it feel? Dad always said there was a bond, between "man" and machine."

She gripped the steering wheel, gently and ran her hands up and down it. The radio suddenly turned on, channels changing rapidly. Both stared at the dash then exchanged a look and shrugged. "Got some bugs to knock out...but it feels good." a thumb swiped the dirt from the middle of the steering wheel, exposing a strange, metallic like face. "Huh, look at that."

"What is it?" he leaned forward to get a better look.

"Character, that's what it is."

"What did you find?" Ron over to them.

"I don't...remember this car." the dealership guy frowned. "I'll have to go look this up."

"I'll go with." Ron nodded to the two teens. "Staying here?" they nodded. "I'll be back." the two men walked toward the office.

"I want this car." Saffron announced.

Mick watched Ron disappear into the building then to his best friend. "Well...you can hotwire it, right?"

"Him and I could, if I wanted to illegally take him." she corrected.

"...him?"

"Hmmm mmmm mmmm. Does it look like a she?" brow cocked as she gestured to the car.

"...yah?"

"Sigh...Mick, you were suppose to say no." he shrugged. "'sides, he's to handsome to be a she." she pet the steering wheel. For a moment, she swore it rocked back on it's axis. Odd., but shook it off.

"You are the strangest girl I know." Mick shook his head.

"I'm the nerdest cool person you know." she corrected.

"Right, of course. How silly of me." he deadpanned.

"Forgiven, lover." a hand patted his cheek.

Couple minutes passed, the duo staying inside the car and joking back and forth. About anything that crossed their mind. There was more then one occasion they felt the car rumble, as if laughing. But at the same time, they had been shaking themselves in amusement. It was easy to brush aside. Eventually, Ron came back with a bill of sale and an agreement to come back to the dealership with a title when it came in the mail. The car was hers! After a giggling fit that lasted a minute or two, Saffron and Mick rode off into the sunset. Of course, with a promise to be home for dinner.