AN: This fic takes place right after the events of the third movie. (SPOILER ALERT) The autobots are now even more scattered around the globe, working side by side with humans where they are needed. Sam and Carly are happy and together, and Sam finally feels that he can relax, that he doesn t need to be the hero. Or can he? Carly has got her old job at the British Embassy back, and Sam goes back to delivering mail. But what about Mikaela? Where was she during the events of The Dark of the Moon? And what is she doing now? And what is Optimus so worried about? This is my take on a fourth installment!

Transformers 4: A New Beginning

The sun was finally setting, glowing bright red as it almost disappeared completely over the horizon. The warm air suddenly got a little chilly, and Carly moved a little closer to Sam, as they sat there, on the roof of Sam s car, or, as he preferred to be called; Bumblebee.

Sam slowly put his hand around Carly's shoulder, and Bumblebee started the radio on low volume. Carly sighed, "It's so beautiful here, Sam."

Sam nodded, feeling relaxed. They were quiet again. Only the radio could be heard. The rest of the world seemed so at peace. Suddenly the song that was playing ended and the voice on the radio declared that it was the tenth of July. Tomorrow would be the eleventh. Unwillingly, Sam s thoughts went to the events of July the eleventh, last year. That was the day Mikaela had broken up with him. He didn t really know why these thoughts entered his mind now of all times, when he was sitting here, looking at a perfect sunset with his new, absolutely perfect girlfriend. Why did the past have to pay him a visit now?

But Sam's train of thoughts suddenly came to an abrupt halt anyway, as Carly started to scream. They both jumped of the car. The car jumped too, wondering what had just happened.

"A BUG! There was a bug on my knee!" Carly shouted, frantically brushing of her legs with her hands, looking around her. Bee and Sam breathed out. Sam chuckled slightly.

"Relax angel, it s long gone by now," he said, wrapping his arms around her. Carly rested her head on his shoulder, feeling secure. Sam smiled. He couldn t believe how lucky he was. Here he had a girl who loved him, and who needed him. He didn t need to be a hero, because he already was. He was Carly s hero. That meant more than anything.

Mikaela had never needed him. She could always handle things on her own. She could fix her own car, protect herself from Decepticons what did she need him for?

Sam hadn t seen Mikaela since that they, one year ago, when she broke it off, and the rode off on her new motorcycle. It was an orange and black KTM. Sam had never seen it before, and he remembered that he had wondered how on earth she could ve afforded it, but he never asked.

He had no idea where she was, or what she was doing now, and he told himself that he didn t care, but deep inside he knew that wasn t true. He loved Carly, but he wished that he at least had some way of knowing that Mikaela was safe. They did discover an alien race together, after all. And their break up had been so sudden

Mikaela loved the sound of a roaring engine. She closed the hood on a Volvo that she was just finished with, and wiped her hands on an already oily cloth. She sighed and looked over at the setting sun, her eyes squinting. It was probably time to go home. She was done for the day. She gathered her stuff and left Billy & Sons Auto Repair. She yelled to Billy, the owner, that she was leaving.

"OK, g'night Carly!" he yelled back. The people at the witness protection agency had chosen the name Carly for her. Apparently it was supposed to be funny, for some reason, but Mikaela failed to see why. It was a lame ass name.

The workshop was a shabby little place with several rusty cars in the black yard, long grass that no one had done anything about, and just overall messy, but it was a good enough job. Besides, it was only her daytime job. She took her helmet and walked up to her orange motorcycle. Then she was on her way. She drove to the outskirts of the little town she now called home, and parked outside a little motel. Home sweet home. Mikaela had promised herself that as soon as she could afford it she would get a little apartment instead, but it never came to that. She probably could afford it now, but she just didn t care that much. It would just be another place to stay in. So what was the difference?

She got of her MC, and took off her helmet, shaking her long dark hair. I need a shower she said. She started approaching the stairs to her little room when she turned around, looking at her motorcycle, which looked pretty out of place on the parking lot, next to a little red scooter and a rusty old pickup.
Mikaela smiled slightly at the sight. Are you comin , or are you gonna stay out here tonight? Suddenly the MC transformed into a more human-like form, standing upright, but instead of two legs the robot drove on one motorcycle wheel, its legs conjoined into one. Other than that the robots upper body was very smooth and humanlike.

"I'm comin'" , the autobot said, looking around. It had gotten dark, and no one was around. By now people had gotten pretty used to the sight of autobots, so that wasn t the concern. Buzz just wanted Mikaela safe. That was his mission, after all. Why he had been assigned to her. Besides, seeing an autobot entering a humans sleep quarters in the middle of the night was somewhat taboo.

Due to humans and autobots new coexistence on Earth there had been some new situations occurring. Humans with sexual desires towards autobots were in daily speech called metal lovers and autobots who liked humans back in that manners were referred to by other humans as Steelers , because they were stealing away humans from other humans. And, obviously, they were made of steel. This new social construct was mostly not accepted.
Buzz tried as discretely as he could to climb the stairs up to Mikaelas room. Mikaela followed. They entered the small room and Mikaela locked the door behind them. She sighed.

"Is something wrong?" Buzz asked.

"Nothing, it's just I dunno. So, any autobot-related work tonight, or do we have some free time?"

"Actually, I ve been told that there was a special assignment for you tonight,"

Mikaela groaned,"Really? And it can't wait?"

"No, it sounded like they wanted it done as soon as you were free,"

"Great, fine, let s go,"

They entered the workshop an hour later. It was a big secret workshop where autobots could come and get repaired. Here worked only extremely skilled mechanics. Mikaela had been educated here to help repair autobots, and she was damn good at it. She had studied there ins and outs, but there was still much to learn.

Mikaela ended up here, miles from her old home, under the witness protection program, guarded by Buzz. The government had noticed her skills, and didn't want to let her go. She knew too much. But Mikaela was fine with her new life. She loved doing what she did. She didn t miss her old life at all. At least that s what she kept telling herself.

"Mikaela! Great! I just got in an autobot, who has been asking for you!" Mr. K, head of engineering, told her. Mikaela followed him, and put her hair up in a sloppy ponytail. She immediately recognized the giant yellow autobot.

"Bumblebee? What are you doing here?"

The cybertronian started waving around with his giant arms, trying to explain, when Mr. K filled in for him.

"He's here about his vocal processor again, we need you to take a look at him, Oh. Ok, sure, of course I'll take a look at him,"

Upon hearing this, Bumblebee played sounds of cheering on his radio, clapping his massive hands. This made Mikaela laugh, but it also brought back old memories. Bumblebee is Sam s car. She knew he would never leave his side. Mikaela started gathering some tools. Buzz hung back, but always kept an eye on her. Mikaela told Bumblebee to open his mouth Say aaaaah,

She located the chip, and started working on it. So how s Sam? I heard he got a medal from the President, Bumblebee nodded slightly and tried to speak.

"Sam fi-fine,"

"Good, that's good,"

Bumblebee tried to continue, but Mikaela stopped him. Wait, let me just finish here, then we can talk properly, About twenty minutes later Mikaela announced that she was done.

"OK big guy, sing me a song!"

Bumblebee coughed, "Hrm . Hi Mikaela,"

"Good! Now, say; She sells sea shells down by the sea shore!"

Bee concentrated. "She sells...sea shells.. down by the... uh sea shore"!

"Good Bee! You have your voice back! It s still a little slow. I can take a look at it again if you'd like?"

"No, thanks. Maybe another time," Bumblebee smiled. Mikaela smiled too. She had missed him greatly.
The suddenly Bee got excited again, "Right ! Meeting ! Autobots !"

"Slow down Bee, what meeting?"

"All au-autobots. Gathering. Meeting. Tomorrow!"

"Oh," Buzz, who had overheard their conversation, drove up next to Mikaela.

"Yeah, I got a call from Optimus earlier about it. Apparently we re all meeting up tomorrow noon at NEST headquarters,"

"And when where you gonna tell me this?"

"When there was time. And now there is," Buzz said. "And I really want you to come with me," he continued.

"With you? Why?"

"OK, let me put it this way; you're coming with me."

"Oh, so now you re the boss of me?" Mikaela crossed her arms, frowning. She couldn't believe it! She had to go back!

"Give me one good reason,"

"Look, I'm your guardian, my job is to look out for you!"

Mikaela was just about to respond when she stopped herself. Why bother? She might as well go. When Buzz realized he had won the argument he retreated to stand where he stood earlier. Mikaela turned to Bumblebee again.
I want you to come, he said. Mikaela couldn t help but smile again.

"Then I'll come,"

AN: I don't know what you guys thought, but this is my beginning, anyways! Please R&R! /Space