Welcome everyone!

If any of you are waiting on some of my other fics, they are on hold indefinitely due to being re-written and writers block.

A few notes:

-This story is in fact another 'somehow i got into the transformers universe' story

-I will be making a few jokes about fanfiction and I swear they are not callouts to anyone in particular, I just figured anyone in this situation would make references and jokes about fanfics

-This will be extremely AU; by this I mean that the Autobots work on a different thing than just being mechanical organisms.

- This is an OCxOP fic

- it will start off a bit slow

Many thanks and enjoy :D

Chapter 1

The drive between Los Angeles and Fullerton was exactly eight cities long. First, you'd start in LA, then go to Commerce, then Montebello, then Pico Rivera, then Whittier, then La Habra, and then Brea, and then Fullerton. It was a forty-five-minute drive without traffic if you could alternate between forty-five and fifty miles the whole drive through, but following the regular speed limits usually made the trip an hour. Well that was if you drove on the streets, the freeway could be faster depending on the time of day.

At ten thirty-five pm at night from Cal-State Fullerton, the freeway seemed like a fabulous idea for Sarahi Cardenas. It had been a long day full of classes and reviews and spending the day cooped up in the library getting ready for finals. Sarahi wanted nothing more than to get her long drive over with. There was always the option of stopping at her grandmother's, but she wasn't sure if her grandma or grandpa were awake and she sure as hell wasn't waking them.

She walked to her car quickly, locking the doors almost instantly as she sat down. She ran a hand through her short brown hair as she undid the painful, unholy ponytail as she took off her glasses and leaned the car seat back a little.

"Ugh." She muttered feeling sleep try to come over her. "Not today bitch."

It was days like this where she absolutely regretted deciding to commute eight cities away. She should have just taken her grandmother's offer to spend the weeks at her place during school. She shook her head and took a sip of the soda she had gotten and then took out her phone and began dialing her father.

"Hello?" She could hear him.

"Hey Dad." She said tiredly.

"You just got out? I thought you got out at six on Tuesdays."

"I thought you got out at nine."

"I'm already home, I'm gonna drink a monster and knock out when you get home, Esa."

"Calmate cholo sin barrio."

"If I'm a cholo then what are you?"

"The product of a broken condom?"

"Excuse you, me and your mother never used condoms back then."

"Yeah that's why you had a courthouse wedding with your two-year-old son as the best man and my four-year-old self as the maid of honor at twenty-two."

"Shaddup and get home safely, okay Gorda?"

"Okay Mexican."

"Love you, chunky monkey."

"Love you too dad."

As she hung up she rubbed her eyes tiredly. She took a deep breath as she started the car and began her drive. She was sleepy but she figured that if she could drive to school while dizzy and nauseous from anxiety without any incident she could absolutely make it through a drive with sleep deprivation.

She plugged in her phone and blasted her music at full volume and rolled down the windows so the air could hit her. That would keep her up and alert. She let out a small disgruntled noise as she began driving off.

The drive was normal for a California night; the moon was full and shining bright through the light pollution and the freeway was filled with cars of people heading off for graveyard shifts, there were helicopters and planes which looked like flying stars and so on.

Sarahi would have thought it perfectly normal save for that one light that seemed directly headed towards her. At first, she thought nothing of it, just a trick of the eyes in her mind. It was not until it became blinding that she realized something was wrong. She let out a loud screech and made a hard right not realizing that she had drove off a bridge.

"… that was not part of our crew."

"It's another human."

"How?"

"Prime what should we do? It's bleeding?"

"We have to tend to it first."

Sarahi let out a groan. She could barely open her eyes but something felt off. "Mom… Dad…" she called out in shaky voice. "Someone… please." Her voice broke out into a pained sob as she lay strapped to the wrecked car.

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