Author's Note – I know I should probably continue to write my other stories, but I couldn't help but write this one instead. Hopefully it will be much longer and on going. This is about Barricade, after all, he is my favorite character in the Transformers movie. I just can't help but love him (giggles). It's going to be fun writing from the Decepticon's lines, I think.

Summary: Takes place a year after Mission City. Barricade has never loved anyone in his entire life. Only carries out Megatron's orders. What happens if he 'accidentally' saves a young teenager? As they spend more time together, Barricade starts to have weird feelings towards the teenager…will their love be granted or forbidden?

Disclaimer – Transformers belongs to Michael Bay and Hasbro. I only own Cecelia and my Barricade jacket that I bought at hot topic. And Nick too.

A Love Forbidden Chapter One

The Weekend For Cecelia

'Thank god it's Friday' Thought Cecelia as she made her way down the steps of Tranquility High School. School had become hectic the past few weeks with English papers and other subjects were due at the same time. It was driving her insane. She was just glad it was her last year. She couldn't deal with the boys at school; they were too much for her. All they cared about were girls and how they looked. Even though Cecelia wasn't the prettiest of the bunch, she wasn't ugly either. She was average height, with waist length black hair with caramel highlights and hazel eyes. She was slender and yet, no male on earth bothered to look her way. She wasn't like most girls at her school either. She doesn't gossip like any of the girls in her class, share lip-gloss and talk about the hottest guy in the school. Obviously, Trent was on every girl's hot list. Cecelia didn't understand why so many girls's liked Trent in the first place. He didn't treat his girlfriends right and often took his anger out at them. Mikeala Beans – the most popular girl in Tranquility High School, and Cecelia's idol (of course Cecelia hasn't told her that), had left Trent in the nick of time. Mikeala was now dating Sam Witwicky. Of course everyone thought it was odd and talked about them for a while, but backed off. Mikeala was happy and that's all that mattered to her.

Making her way towards the car parking lot, she grabbed her car keys from her purse, which dangled from her shoulders. Making her way to the sleek red 2007 Lexus GS 350. Her brother had gotten her the car for her birthday and she loved it. However, it put on a strain on both of them since both mother and father had died and since her brother, Nick, was older than she was and working two jobs he cared for her and made sure she was happy. The sad thing was, she never saw him that much. He came home too late and Cecelia was already in bed. Of course he would come into her room and give her a kiss on her forehead or cheek and whispered how much he loved her and how much he meant to him. It made her feel special.

Closing the drivers seat closed she looked into the mirror to make sure that no one was behind her. She spotted Sam and Mikeala making their way to the sport-ish yellow Camero. She felt something odd about the yellow Camero and always avoided it. She knew there was something strange about it, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Pulling out of the parking lot, she headed home.

There was nothing but darkness around him. He forgot who he was and what he was. Everything seemed so still and frozen to his view. Life had become very shot lived of the Decepticon, but he was still surprised that he was alive. Every inch of his body hurt. Even activating his optics hurt. He wondered why he was left alive, or the fact that the Autobots just left him to die a slow and painful death. . . Since he was a Decepticon after all. If he closed his optics again, hoping that they wont open again.
Parking her car in the garage, Cecelia sighed heavily. Obviously her brother wasn't home. 'Like he ever is,'Cecelia thought to herself. Getting out of her car, she closed the driver's door and hurried inside, thankful to be home. She was glad that it was the weekend and that she didn't have any homework to complete. Opening the door to the utility room, she took her shoes off and was greeted by her best friend in the world, Skeeter. He was a rat terrier and she loved him to death. Bending down, Skeeter began to lick her face with warm welcome. She stoked his soft fur, causing him to wag his tail in pure happiness.

"How have you been Skeeter?" Cecelia asked. Skeeter cocked his head to the side; his white tail still wagging and Cecelia couldn't help but giggle at the cute site before her. Skeeter meant the world to her, besides Nick that is. Cecelia wasn't sure what she would do without Skeeter.

"Let me put my backpack up and I'll take you for a walk," Cecelia replied softly. Skeeter followed his master to her room, as Cecelia placed her backpack on her bed she took out a leash and placed it on Skeeter's collar. Grabbing the keys, Cecelia wrote a note to her brother explaining that she was going to walk Skeeter and would be back before dusk approached.

Heading out the door with Skeeter she didn't know what encounter would bring her that day.

The woods . . . it always brought her such comfort as she walked Skeeter to her favorite spot in the clearing of the woods. Whenever Cecelia felt lonely or wanted to get away from the world, she would come to the clearing, it was her sanctuary and her place of verture. Since her parent's death last year, Cecelia had closed herself up and wouldn't talk unless she had to. Even though she started to come out of her shell, Cecelia still kept her guard up and always smiled, which she called her practice smile or a façade smile. Nick was also worried about her, but he respected her space. When she would cry at night Nick would comfort her and sooth her until her crying would subside until they became sobs.

She missed those nights where she would be in Nick's arms and told him everything. School, stress, and how everyone at school treated her. Since Nick was working two jobs, Cecelia had to deal with being alone; of course, she wasn't totally alone since she had Skeeter. She knew that Skeeter would keep her secrets, her hopes, and her dreams. She noticed that Skeeter was walking at a fast pace and it was hard for her to keep up. Suddenly, he barked, tail rose up in the air. Now running with Skeeter in the lead, she gasped at the site before her.

Her favorite place . . .her place of sanctuary and verture was destroyed. Skeeter continued to bark, hair rose up on his back. Trees were bend and broken. In front of her lay what looked like an injured robot. His hand over his chest, which looked like a huge hole. She caught a flash of bright white light in the center of his chest and sighed in content. He was alive. Even though he was huge, he was somewhat slender with black and white paint. And on the side of his right arm she could clearly read the letters 'POLICE.'

Walking closer to the huge robot, she continued to examine him. Scrapes and dents endured his body and she winced. What had happened to him? Who was he? And what the hell brought him here? Before she placed her hand to touch him, blood red optics shot open. Cecelia shrieked, and drew back from the mechanoid form in front of her.

Drawing up his canons, from whatever energy Barricade had left, he pointed them at her. Cecelia could feel the heat coming from the cannon as she took another frightening step back.

"Oh shit," was all Cecelia could muster as she fainted from fear.

Author's Notes: So what do you guys think? Think I should continue?

I'm sorry that this chapter was a bit boring, but I promise the next chapters will be more interesting. I already have the idea of this story planned out. I'm not sure how many chapters this story will have, other than it will be on-going unlike my other stories (giggles). As you can tell, I'm a big fan of Barricade so this story will contain nothing of Barricade. Anyways, please read and review! And no flames! I will not tolerate flamers!

-DietyofDeath17-