(A/N: In this story, I only own Amelia and Techhound. Everyone else is owned by Hasbro, though I've massively fleshed out the personalities of some minor characters from the series. This story takes place in Animated continuity, though there are a few G1, Beast Wars, and Movie references. It takes place after the events of the series, so there are a few spoilers. It's also told in Amelia's point of view. This story was made for fun, and no profit is intended to be made off it. Enjoy!)

Dad was in jail. Again.

I just got the call from Mr. Fanzone, and he told me. For the fifth time. This year. It never fails when your last name's Archer.

For me, this is my life. The normal life of a 22 century girl. I've been through many babysitters. First Mr. Black. Then Mr. Sexton. Then it was Ms. Lomow. All. Ended. Up. In. Jail. With. Dad.

Now don't get me wrong, Blackwater Prison's a pretty well-guarded place. It just…seems to be like revolving door to my dad and the other supervillains. A few weeks after they get put in the jail, they seem to be right back out, doing crime yet again!

Because of the fact my former babysitters keep ending up in jail, Mr. Fanzone was able to help by getting a teenager that I knew to baby-sit me. She's my favorite babysitter, and, get this, she's half-robot!

She has some other robot friends called the Autobots, but they left a few months ago to Cybertron after they defeated the Decepticons. Now, besides her, there are only seven other known Transformers living in Detroit: The Dinobots, the Constructicons, and Wreck-Gar.

I've never had any true contact with the Dinobots. I've only ever seen them on the TV, and even then, I hardly see them. Apparently, they're pretty camera shy. The few clips I see of them always end up in static, due to them almost always attacking the Camera-bots.

Even though they're Decepticons, I'm not afraid of the Constructicons. They're good at a lot of things, and being bad isn't one of them. Except for Dirt Boss. He sort of scares me. Scrapper and his brother Mixmaster, on the other hand, are really fun. There's always a different adventure each day at their abandoned construction site.

Finally, there's Wreck-Gar. He's my best friend in the world! He likes me because my dad helped him get his name, which is easier to remember than "worthless-wreck-walking-pile-of-garbage". I think the other reason he likes me is because I live in house 27. Being a garbage truck, he likes to collect the garbage that everyone throws out, but he makes an exception with me…

If the garbage isn't too broken and dirty, and he didn't want it, Wreck-Gar sometimes leaves different pieces of garbage that he has found. Some of the items include different empty boxes of Garbage O's cereal (I'm never allowed to eat it. I guess it would do bad things to me.), and old books and magazines. But, there's one present that he gave me that is my favorite, and soon became one of my best friends.

It was a small pink robotic puppy. It was a little broken, but I used a book that my dad had on machinery (that's how he made his robotic arm, and my robotic leg) to fix it up. I used one of the personality chips that Sari had from when her own robot dog was created (his new one makes him act like an adult dog). After all this work, Techhound was complete, and I had a friend that would stay with me forever.

I'm not allowed to go to a real school, because Mr. Fanzone says that it's for my own safety. Since my dad's a criminal, he doesn't want the other kids to get wrong ideas about me. That makes my only organic friend Sari, and she's not even fully organic!

When I was little, before my dad turned to crime, my dad use to read me a story about a magical wishing star that would make any dream come true. He told me to look for the brightest shooting star in the sky, and follow its path. When I couldn't see it anymore, my wish would come true. I've been holding onto the thought for years, and I could never find a shooting star. At least, until tonight…

It was almost my bedtime. Techhound was lying next to me in her bed, and I was looking out of my bedroom's window. I was already in my pajamas, and I was eating my favorite bedtime snack: a Twinkie-wiener sandwich (Wreck-Gar taught me how to make them). I was doing what I did pretty much every night: look for the wishing star. It was getting late, and there was no star at all. I was about to give up, when I suddenly saw it: the brightest shooting star in the sky! I hastily said my wish to myself, and waited for it to disappear. Only…it didn't. It fell down into the forest! I heard the crash, and saw the smoke billowing out onto the trees. I thought I could hear people! They must have been hurt by the impact! I hastily grabbed a jacket and my cell phone, and tied Techhound's collar on her. I raced out the door, trying to get to the site of the accident. Techhound rushed as fast as she could to keep up, until we made it there!

"You have been flying Cybertron Escape pods." I heard a male New York accent suddenly say, but I couldn't see anyone, as I headed towards the site of the accident. "Hope ya enjoyed the flight, 'cuz we can't do it again!"

"Aw, can it, Rattletrap!" A female Southern accent retorted back. I started to circle the strange object. There were no people, and the object was revealed as a strange escape pod!

"Stop fighting! I don't like fighting!" A male and wimpy sounding voice yelled out, with the sound of metal clanking inside the pod.

"Calm down, Grandus!" A male voice with an upper class-sounding British accent said, seemingly trying to calm down the previous male down. "It's nothing to worry about! We'll just get help from whoever we can find on wherever we landed."

Suddenly, smoke started to billow out, as the hatch of the escape pod opened. A bright light from the pod silhouetted four figures, each of them colossal. When they finally stepped out a strange sigil on each of them: a red and robotic face. I hastily and shakily grabbed my cell phone, and started to type in a number. I had just witnessed something important:

A new team of Autobots have come to Detroit.