A/N:- Hey guys! Here's another story that I made up and just couldn't get out of my head. It is the transformers animated universe. I do not own any transformers characters, only my OC's. Enjoy!

Chapter 1:Fangirl

Glancing at the TV from across the room, I couldn't help the childish squeal that escaped as I dived onto the sofa. Being a 16 year old fan of the infamous Transformers Animated is something that I probably should be slightly ashamed of, but I generally find myself not really caring.

It is something that makes my life slightly better, it doesn't matter what people say.

My smile twitched into a grin as it became apparent that my favourite episode was on, 'Home is where the Spark is'. Watching giant robots attempt to play twister is definitely something that will always make me giggle to myself.

Prowl was by far the best character in the show. Sure, he may be a bit too serious at times, but with that comes a hilarity that none of the other characters could ever hope to achieve.

As the episode neared its end, I felt my eyes begin to droop as I slumped to my side. I didn't get much sleep last night, only a couple of hours, so a sofa nap seemed ideal right about now.

I snapped fully awake when my phone started blaring my ringtone, screen flashing. Blinking hard, I managed to figure out that the caller was my friend, Ruby. Sighing to myself, I answered the call.

"What do you want?" I grumbled, dragging my hand across my face tiredly.

"Wow Aurora, I've had warmer welcomes from your cranky next door neighbor." Ruby teased. I felt my eye twitch.

"I hope you realize that you've just interrupted my nap" I replied, immediately hearing her giggles echo back.

"I was just going to see if you would like to come shopping with me tomorrow?" She questioned hopefully. The urge to hang up on her was making my hand twitch. I was quick to relent, however, reminding myself that I hadn't seen her in a couple of weeks.

"Sure, why not."

"Great! I thought that I was going to have to force you, considering you've been holed up in your apartment for, like, ever!" She paused for a moment. "Please don't tell me you've just been marathoning that Transformers show you love."

"It's not my fault it's a great show!" I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"Anyway, I'll come to yours at about 9:30 tomorrow morning."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye." Ruby said before ending the call. I placed the phone down onto the coffee table and forced myself up, shuffling to the bathroom.

Catching my eye in the mirror, I couldn't help but stare at myself for a few seconds. Long and straight golden brown hair, green eyes and a flat stomach. I was nothing special. I was just…me.

Sometimes I think that's just not enough.

A lone tear rolled down my cheek.

I shouldn't be living on my own.

(Flashback)

"Happy birthday sweetie!" Mum exclaimed, giving me a massive embrace. I chuckled, allowing her arms to linger around me for a little longer before pulling away.

"Here's your first present." Dad smiled as he handed me a box covered in golden wrapping paper. I slowly unwrapped it, careful not to damage any of it, my curiosity peaked. As I opened it and peered inside I immediately began to sob, the smile on my face hurting my cheeks from being so wide.

It was a stunning necklace with a gold chain and a mesmerizing cobalt crystal hanging from it. The charm that hid behind the gem was a silver Autobot insignia.

"Oh my god, it's beautiful! Thank you so much!" I wept, clinging onto my parents as I tried to calm my shaking limbs.

"I knew you'd love it." My dad smiled warmly, gesturing to the charm. He gently took hold of the necklace and placed it around my neck.

"Now," My mum started, handing me a twenty dollar note, "I know it's your special day, but I can't make you a cake without any milk. You can use the rest of the money on whatever you want."

I smiled, feeling like a little kid all over again. Grabbing my trainers, I left the house with a spring in my step as I made my way towards the shop.

It wasn't too hard to find the milk, but I admittedly spent quite a while carefully choosing what sweets I wanted, trying to make the most out of the note.

Eventually I paid and exited the shop with two reasonably sized bags in tow.

Looking up, I noticed a cloud of smoke passing overhead. A fire, perhaps? Not thinking much of it, I turned the corner onto my street. My heart-rate picked up slightly at the sight of multiple fire trucks, police cars and ambulances.

I continued walking, each step making my head swim with anxiety. Surely it couldn't be my house, could it?

My stomach dropped as I recognized the vehicle on the driveway.

I dropped the bags, desperately sprinting towards the flames. I couldn't think straight, I was beyond petrified. Ignoring all of the neighbors screaming for me, I rushed around to the back and forced the door open. A rush of smoke engulfed me as I staggered in, blinking hard to clear my vision as I began to search for my parents.

It was becoming increasingly harder to breathe. My chest heaved, my legs slowed, my eyes burned, I knew that I wasn't going to be able to last much longer. Grabbing the door-frame, I hauled myself into the kitchen.

A scream was ripped from my throat at the sight I ended up facing. Dad's charred corpse was in the middle of the flames, facing in my directions. His eyes were wide and his jaw slack as the inferno clawed at his face. I continued to scream out in agony until the world around me began to spin and I passed out.

For I moment I hoped that I was dead, that I had died with my father, and that I would have to never remember his lifeless charred body. I then thought of my mother. My poor, beautiful mother. I prayed that she didn't suffer the same fate, and it was with this hope that I began to fight for a chance at life.

I opened my eyes, only to wince sharply at the overwhelmingly white walls staring me in the face. After adjusting, I scanned the room and slowly began to realize that I was in a hospital. A few minutes later, a police officer walked to my bedside, his face neutral but his eyes betraying emotions of sympathy. My throat tightened.

"Are you Aurora Hansen?" He asked me. I slowly nodded, unable to speak.

"I am sorry to say that your parents, Sarah and Ross Hansen, both perished in the fire. I'm sorry." He bowed his head in pity.

I felt numb. A coldness washed over my body. My heart constricted in my chest and I felt like I was back in my burning home. That was preferable to this, at least then I would have been killed by now. I continued to stare at the man, unable to think straight. It wasn't long after that I blacked out, grief hitting me like a tidal wave.

(Present Day)

I gripped the edge of the sink tightly, my knuckles turning white. Grinding my teeth together, I forced back any tears that were ready to resurface. I would not lose myself to mourning. Not now, not ever. I had spent the past 3 months since their death drowning in it, and I was sick of how pathetic I felt.

What if I had been there? What if they had managed to escape in time? There were too many questions that were useless in answering. Thinking about the possibilities wasn't going to bring them back.

I stood there for a while, willing the tenseness in my arms to go away before I wandered over to my bed. Settling under the covers, I curled up on my side. Forcing my eyes shut, I slowly fell into what would surely be a nightmare filled sleep.

I was convinced that life was just a sick joke from which I could never escape.

So yeah, I've also decided to rewrite this one as well! As far as I'm concerned right now, not much will change plot-wise, but some elements may be changed if it is necessary. Either way, I hop that you will continue to enjoy this story!