A/N: Hey guys :) Sorry its taken so long. Work and life hot in the way and then I had to find a beta, but I'm happy to say that this is the first chapter that has been redone!!!! Yey :) I would like to say a big big big thank you to Killerwing x Gaara who is my new Beta and has done a fantastic job :D so Thank you :) And to all you lovely readers as well for waiting so long. I hope you all enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. They belong to Hasbro. I only own my character and plotline.

It was one of those days.

You know the one that the sun is shining, the sky is blue as can be and a gentle breeze could be felt that managed to take the edge off the heat.

Yea a perfect day in South Gate California.

"WHAT?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Or so it was.

Let's start at the beginning shall we? The beginning is always the best place to start with any story, and this story certainly needs explaining from start to end.

The scream that you heard was Mrs Camilla Thompson, wife of Mr Dean Thompson. They live in a small street between Cimmaron Street and S. Grammercy Place on 24th Street. The street in question is a very normal, boring street meaning that nothing rarely happens (yea right and I'm sure that's why your reading this now). Now Mrs and Mr Thompson have two children, their eldest child is a young lady named Jemma and their youngest, a young boy just entering the troubling stages of the teenage years named Stephen. Before we go any further its best that you realise that the Thompson's are not American, they are in fact from Scotland and have only moved here 3 months ago with their son aged 14. But what about Jemma hmm? Well that's the reason for Mrs Thompson's scream; their daughter is on the phone to her from their home in Scotland.

Standing in the family's new kitchen Camilla tries to get a grasp of what her daughter was trying to say to her.

"Jemma what do you mean you can't stay in the house any more?" Camilla replied arching her eyebrow.

A muffed voice could be heard on the other side of the line, and from the sound of their voice it could be assumed that they were very, very, very nervous.

"W-well you see, me and Katie were out drinking last night and when we came home we thought it would be a good idea to make something to eat. Sooo I put on the oven and stuck the chicken in and went to sit in the living room, but we kind of fell asleep." The voice became quieter and quieter as the story went on.

Grabbing a fist full of dark brown hair Camilla tried to calm down, but as you could gather is failing miserably. "You are telling me that you left the oven on and fell ASLEEP!? Not only did you fall asleep while COOKING, you did it while you where DRUNK!?"

"E-emm yea when you say it like that it does sound a wee bit stupid…"

"A WEE BIT STUPID! MORE THAN A WEE BIT! Once I get my hands on you, your, your so, so ARGH! I can't think about what I'm going to do to you because I'm so angry!" Camilla now stood facing a bowl of fruit, glaring at it like it was Hitler himself.

"S-o I'll just phone you back in a wee while and tell you what the fire brigade say about the smoke damage then? Right okay no problem speak to you soon, love you!" It was apparent that Jemma couldn't wait to get off the phone from her mother and no wonder, I wouldn't like to be on the receiving end of that glare either, poor fruit never stood a chance.

"She hung up on me?" She asked, her face blank of emotion. "I'M GOOING TO KILL HER!!!!" And now rage made its first appearance.

Across the street…

"Hey Mrs Witwicky, how's it going?"

A fair headed teenager ran up the Witwicky's driveway to eventually stop on their grass. Now Stephen wasn't the most athletic boy in his class but he's not a slouch either. Standing just under 5 feet 9, he towered over most teenagers his age due to his Father. His hair colour came from when his father had blond hair when he was a tot which did not seem to out grow on the son. His blue eyes gave away his boyish ways of playing pranks on his elders which Sam had the unfortunate pleasure of experiencing.

"What are you doing here squirt?" Sam knew that look, he was trying to hide from his Mum again.

"Nuffing much just paying a visit that's all." Tipping his head to the side to add to his innocent voice, only complete the act.

"Oh leave him alone Sam, he doesn't need a reason to come see us. Anyway I do want to know what your Mom was shouting at Stephen." Judy really didn't mind him coming over it helped with the fact that her only son was spending less time with her and more with his girlfriend.

"Oh, you heard her then?"

"The whole neighbour hood heard her!" Ron explained between weeding the grass. "And get off my grass how many times do I have to say it?!"

Both boys jumped off the grass like they had been electrocuted.

"Jemma." That one word from the boys' mouth seemed to explain everything for the moment, as recognition spread across their faces.

"Again? Just what did she do this time?" All occupants of the large garden seemed to face him after Judy's question even the dog.

"Sigh. She burnt down half the kitchen last night or tomorrow? The time difference confuses me. Anyway the fire would have spread to the rest of the house if Sparky hadn't waked her and Katie up. The fire brigade managed to save most of the house but because of smoke damage no one can live in it."

"Finally some one more accident prone than me!"

"Yes Sam it's amazing but how do you think Camilla feels? This wont do. Stephen tell your Mom to come over tonight for a small drink, I'm sure that she'll need one after the last 3 months, I'm surprised she hasn't reached for one yet."

"Hehehehe." You could tell from Stephen's awkward laugh that there were a few bottles lying empty around the house. But it seemed that everyone just wanted to side step that subject.

"Sure will do Mrs Witwicky. What time-"

"STEPHEN!!!!!!! GET OVER HERE AND HELP ME!!!!" It seems that Camilla hasn't quite calmed down after her daughter's phone call.

All six occupants of the back garden (including Mojo) turned towards where the voice was coming from. In front of The Thompson residence Camilla could be seen to be stuffing various objects into her unlocked car, various objects included a few dishes, a mirror, a set of her favourite curtains, a quilt and a suitcase full of DVDs.

"W-what is she doing?" Stephen glanced towards Sam for some reassurance that he wasn't seeing what he thought he was.

"Looks like your Mom has gone insane Stevie." Sam then clapped, what was meant to be a reassuring hand, on Stephen's back and started petting him like some frightened animal.

WHACK!

Sam started to hop around like some one legged kangaroo, while holding on to his now sore shin. Judy then turned her attention to Stephen.

"Go get your Father and tell him that she's going to be at ours for the rest of the day. Ron go take out the 1956 red wine that you keep hidden. Sam come help me get Camilla into the house before she tries to drive away." And just like that Judy started walking across the street leaving 3 men gaping at her.

"Come on! We don't have all day!" She was half way across the street at this point, when the men decided to speak up.

"Why the good wine Judy?! Judy! God damn it women don't ignore me when I'm talking to you!" And without receiving an answer Ron was resigned to the fact that his rare wine was now going to be drunk, not by him but by his wife and her friend. He then turned without another word to dig out said wine.

The two boys then took that as their cue to start moving and both sprinted across the street to catch up with Judy.

"Okay looks like I've got everything I need time to get going. STEPHEN!!!!! DEAN!!!!!!!!!! LETS GO WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!!!!" Camilla started to close the boot when aforementioned son came up the driveway.

"So Mum, where are we going exactly?" Stephen tentatively asked while taking short, slow steps towards the front door.

"Home! We are going to get your sister and knock some sense into her!" It was here that Judy decided to speak up, before she tried to start the car up.

"Now Camilla, I don't think that's a good idea do you? There's no flights to the UK today and it's too late to get tickets anyway. Why don't you come over to mine and have a nice drink? Then we can talk about what to do about your daughter." Judy was now standing in front of Camilla trying to nudge her towards her front door across the street and after a few short minutes of silence, it seemed to be taking affect.

"Yes, that sounds nice, I mean you are right I'm just being a bit hasty aren't I? But I am right about not leaving Jemma alone anymore?" Relief seemed to wash over Judy and Sam's face and before either could say anything a new voice interrupted the conversation.

"Yes dear you have been stupid in other words." At this the new comer received a cold, hard glare but nether the less kept going. "When she phones back we will give her one choice and that's to move here with us. You can't keep worrying over her, it's not good for your blood pressure or my ears." The new voice or otherwise known as Dean Thompson went over to his wife to give her a kiss, which he had to bend down slightly to do so. At 6 foot 2 he gave off some kind of professional presence with his good posture and well kept brown peppered hair. At 48 years old he knew that some things had to run its course to be proved impossible, just like his daughter living by herself is impossible. His wife visibly relaxed in his embrace and nodded her head in agreement. When you look at the pair they seem to be an odd match, standing beside each other you could notice the full foot of height difference between. Camilla stands at 5 foot and has a short bob of brown hair, which is longer at the front than at the back. Both husband and wife had blue eyes much like their son, deep blue like the sea kind of colour. At 40 years of age Camilla was aging very well compared to her husband.

"Your right as always. Thank you." All the worry and pain seemed to wash off her face in that instant and was replaced with happiness.

"Now enough of this standing about go have a drink and relax while me and Stephen clean up your mess." He gave a light push to his wife and turned round to the mess know as their car.

"Wait why do I have to clean up her mess?!" Stephen's hands were now up in the air as he took two steps backwards away from the car.

"Her is your Mother now get cleaning." In a tone which invited no arguing.

With a look of horror Stephen began moving towards the car.

"Ready for that drink Camilla?" Judy then linked arms with Camilla and made their way towards the house.

"Absolutely." A note of happiness within the simple reply was heard.

Just when Sam thought that they had forgotten about him, he began to make his way to his bright yellow car, when his mother spoke up.

"Now Sam I want you and Bumblebee in no later than 12 o'clock do you understand me?"

A moment of confusion swept onto Camilla's face at the second name. "Who's Bumblebee?"

A tense silence fell down upon the 2 adults and 1 semi adult, to which no one wanted to break. Finally as if Sam was choosing his words carefully he replied with:

"Bumblebee? He's just my car. We named him that because he's yellow and has black racing strips, which makes him look like a Bumblebee you know?"

Both mother and son stood with held breaths waiting for her answer. Soon her confusion lifted and a look of understanding replaced it.

"Oh, I see Jemma is the same, she named her car Nessie." At that statement the mood that had taken hold only a few moments ago seemed to have lifted and disappeared in to the afternoon sun.

"Well Sam you better not keep Mikaela waiting. Off you go." Whatever trance Sam had been in that snapped him out of it.

"Who? Oh! Yea Mikaela, right I've got to go see you later." With that Sam jumped into his bright yellow car and drove off, without putting the keys into the ignition or starting the car. But the two mothers were too busy talking about the latest pair of curtains that Judy had put up, to notice the minor details.

A few boring miles later and endless retuning of the radio, Sam had reached his favourite place, the lookout point. He got out of his car to go great his girlfriend Mikaela who was already there.

"Where have you been? You said you would be here 40 minutes ago." Even if she was complaining about him it wasn't going to stop her hugging him.

"Sorry, trouble with the neighbours. I would have been here sooner if I didn't have to help." He sighed.

"What did Jemma do this time?" She was trying not to laugh at his expression it was just too cute to look at.

"She nearly burnt down the house and now they're going to get her to move out here." He pulled her closer trying to breath in her scent.

"Ouch. Oh well, I'm looking forward to meeting her, she sounds like fun." She giggled at Sam's face, it looked like he was eating a lemon.

"Yea, well if she's anything like her brother then I'll get no peace at all!" The way Sam was looked it was like he was on death row.

"Come on he's not that bad, you just don't like him for that feather incident. Anyway let's just forget about it for just now okay?" She leaned in to kiss him with that smile he loved.

Before they could get down to business a sound brought them out of their thoughts. A sort of coughing sound, or someone clearing their throat could be heard but it was a more metallic, grinding noise.

They both turned round and looked upwards. There stood the biggest robot alien car shape changing being out the lot of them. His form looked to be some kind of semi-truck with a blue and red design with flames covering some areas of his body. His head came down to as far as it could, it's made from a sort of soft metal which is strong at the same time and forms features which look like eyes, a nose and a mouth. Being 28 feet tall sure seems to be a hazard as it looks like it takes everything for him not to fall over on top of them.

"Are you quite finished Samuel?" Both young adults began to glow a violent red colour and not just because they were warm.

"Em no but I don't suppose you'll wait?"

"No."

Sam could have had a temper tantrum it was like everyone was against him today.

"Sorry Optimus."

His apology seemed to satisfy the big robot as he turned to the other 3 that were waiting for him to continue.

"Now back to the matter at hand…"

A/N If you could please let me know what you think of this new chapter one? Pretty please? And for reading every one gets a cupcake :) I want to say thank you for reading and another thank you to Killerwing x Gaara and to all those who have fav and reviewed so far. Hopefully I'll get another one up before Christmas.