I wanted to do this for a while now, this is AU, very AU, sure it will have the first movie in it but things are gonna be different, I also decided my OC was gonna replace Sam, because, well, just for fun.

The surname is gonna be different, to prove it's AU, but Bumblebee will be guardian to my OC to stick to some parts of the 07 movie .

This is gonna be twins/OC, I may do Bumblebee/OC in the future also, let me know if I should add Bee/OC to this fic.

I won't be doing the third movie, only the first and second movie, it will be like that with any other Transformer fics I do, after the second movie it goes AU.

So sit back and enjoy.

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Car.

Molly sighed as she packed up all her equipment from working on the cars that arrived in for much needed repairs.

"Still here kid?" Joe asked her amused.

"Yeah." The brunette nodded. "Gotta pack all the wrenches and other stuff, then I'll head off home."

"Need a lift kid?"

"Please." She agreed, her father was an asshole and refused to pick her up.

"So." The man began, handing her pay check. "You've worked for hours on end, what ya getting?"

Molly couldn't help but grin. "A car Joe, I'm getting myself a new car, so I no longer need that moron to drive me everywhere!"

He laughed as she continued to pack her tools, Sally and Oliver Hart were a perfect, married couple, they had four children also, their perfect little darlings, wearing clothes they buy for them and other things, they lived in a normal home, before she became Hart she was formally known as Sally Witwicky.

But sometimes they forget about one thing, their fifth child Molly Elizabeth Hart.

They weren't expecting Sally to fall pregnant, but they hoped their fifth child to be a boy, a perfect little boy, so imaging their surprise when the 'boy' was born a girl, the father got mad and angrily told the Doctors the gender was wrong, despite the gender was 100% right, even the siblings were disgusted at the tiny, premature baby girl.

Despite that, the nurses took good care of the little baby much to the disgust of the parents, making sure the little girl would leave big and strong, but one nurse became concerned when the mother refused to feed the child, so she took it upon herself to care for the baby, feeling pity for the poor child, to live with that family.

The baby eventually was strong enough to leave the hospital and the family begrudgingly raised her.

As a child Molly listened to her parents, as they controlled her life, to try and make her life as miserable as they could.

That was until Molly reached age thirteen and that was when the rebellious streak began, the disdain for pink kicked in, the control over her slipped as she became independent despite her age, despite her rebellious streak, the punishment were harsh, even when she didn't do anything, even when her snobby siblings did it she was blamed, because the parents didn't believe their little darlings did do anything wrong.

So Molly became the black sheep of the family, by all family members, nobody wouldn't interact with her at all, talk to her, nothing, but she could care less about that, in school she only had one friend due to the fact her sisters spread rumours about here which weren't true, so other students avoided her like a disease.

Francine Evans was her good friend, a feisty red head who wasn't afraid to fight her sisters, hell, anyone in the school, her favourite target was Trent DeMarco. Molly didn't know why though but the redhead liked to intimidate him, a lot.

The brunette eventually put all her tools away, thanks to Joe she got the job as a mechanic despite her age, he had taught her things she needed to know and he managed to persuade his boss to give her a job.

And she now had saved up enough money to get her car, not a fancy car but a car that could drive her anywhere without relying on her father.

"Alright kiddo, ready to go?" The raven haired man asked her.

She nodded. "I'll pick up my tools after school."

He nodded himself as she climbed into his Pickup truck to take her home to take her home.

The truck pulled out by the curb as she got out, the door opened revealing her parents.

"Oh Joe." Sally said, giving a fake smile, both he and Molly could see it. "Thank you for bringing her home."

The brunette didn't miss the glare from her mother so she returned the glare. Joe gave his own fake smile.

"Oh, no trouble Mrs Hart, she's a good kid."

"I...I'm sure she is." She answered sweetly.

Molly felt her eyebrow twitch in irritation. The man gave the girl a nod and he left the curb. Sally spun to give her daughter a glare.

"I find that hard to believe." She hissed.

The brunette snorted. "Whatever floats your boat sweetie."

"Get. In!"

She sneered and walked into the house where her father glared at her as he heard the conversation. She waved her hand and wiped her feet on the mat, thankful Joe took her out for a big lunch so she wasn't hungry.

"I don't like that man!" He snarled.

"Whatever makes you happy dear." She mocked her mother.

"Go to your room!"

She heard her siblings snicker and flipped them off, the snickering stopped as she walked to the stairs, she couldn't wait to turn eighteen to get away from this god forsaken family, she hated it.

She walked to her room which was a cupboard, the only bed she had was a worn out mattress and a pillow, the blanket was thin. She snorted and dressed out of her clothes and changed for the night.

Molly walked up to the school and growled as she spotted her father's car stop to let out his two daughters. She said nothing and headed to the school and towards her first lesson of the day.

"Where you going sweetheart?"

She felt her eyebrow twitch when Trent approached her with a flirty smile on his face, a smile she wanted to punch off badly.

"What do you want?" She asked coolly.

"What? Am I not allowed to see my favorite girl, considered that date yet?"

"No and no." She answered bluntly.

"Ouch, that hurt Hart, that really hurt."

"Back the fuck off DeMarco!"

He paled as she felt relief when her friend Francine Evans showed up on the scene, her brown eyes glared at him, boring holes into him if looks could kill that is.

As fast as he could. Trent ran towards his jock friends. The redhead snorted as Molly shifted her bag into a more comfortable position.

"Thanks Cine." She said in a thankful manner.

Her friend winked. "No problem."

She smiled as the bell went, the two headed off to their first class of the day.

"So." Francine began as she took a bite of her pasta. "Still figured out what the symbol is on the glasses?"

Molly shook her head, for as long as she remembered, her grandfather brought home a pair of glasses when he brought them on a trip one day, what got her attention was the symbol on one of the glass, she tried to read it but couldn't understand what it said so she dropped it and hoped to find someone who will and can understand it. The redhead frowned.

"Huh." She mumbled. "You think someone would write it in a language someone understands, maybe it's Chinese."

Molly snorted. "I asked our Chinese neighbor, not even they can understand it."

Francine scratched the back of her head. "Weird."

"Another mystery to solve." The brunette sighed as she played with her food. "So, what's the next lesson?"

"Maths."

"Oh joy." Molly moaned.

"Exactly." The redhead answered dryly.

"Oh well, new car after this." Molly said gleefully.

"You saved up the money!? Damn girl, what car?"

"A classic beauty, that's all I can afford."

The two girls continued to eat their meal. Molly stabbed her meatloaf and stared at her meal.

Exiting the classroom. Molly headed to the entrance with the money she saved up in her bag, ready to pay for her car, and there was no way in hell she was sharing with her siblings, she worked hard for her car and won't let her stupid siblings use her car at all.

If they want a car, they should ask daddy for a new car.

She exited the building and spotted her father's scowling face. She said nothing and got into the back of the car and looked out the window as her siblings also reached the car and got in. molly didn't acknowledge them at all and simply looked out the window, not that she wanted to talk to them anyway.

The car left the curb and headed off to a new destination, as they drove along they came across a Porsche dealership. A gasp escaped Megan's lips.

"Daddy, can I get a Porsche?"

"Sure you can princess, one for your twin Helen too."

The two squealed as they drove past the dealership. Molly rolled her eyes at her sisters but didn't utter a word at all and continued to look out the window, a year, she had one year to go before she was eighteen and she was looking forward to it.

They came to another dealership and the car came to a stop. Molly got out of the car and spotted her sister's disgusted looks. Rolling her eyes she closed the door with her foot and the car drove off, tyres screeching on the concrete.

Molly waved the dust away and went to walk around, the owner Bobby greeted her and she went off to look for a car she can drive.

She frowned and looked around for a car she would like and drive away, there was no way in hell she was going to ask her father to pick her up.

She sighed and looked around for a car, she kept on scanning until a gasp escaped her lips when her gaze locked onto a car, and not just an ordinary car at all.

But a yellow 1976 Camaro with black stripes. She made a beeline over to the car and eagerly opened the door to sit inside.

"Oh man, you're a real beauty." She breathed and looked around.

Her hand went to touch the steering wheel and wiped the dust that was in the middle and frowned to see a strange symbol. She blinked and tilted her head but didn't understand, but she shrugged it off. Bobby approached her.

"Got racing stripes." She muttered.

Bobby nodded. "Yeah, it's got racing…what the heck is this? I don't know nothing about this car." He looked toward the garage's in the distance. "Hey, Manny, what about this car? Check it out!"

The man in question shrugged. "I never seen, boss. That's loco!"

"Don't go Ricky Ricardo on me, Manny. Find out!"

She got out of the car, taking her bag with her and feeling very satisfied with the classic beauty, and, well, that's what it was, a classic beauty. She ran a hand on the hood as she could of sworn the car shuddered under her touch.

"So, how much?" She asked.

"Considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle. With the slick wheels and the custom paint job-" Bobby began as he inspected the vehicle.

"But, the paint's faded!" She argued.

"Yeah, but it's custom." Bobby shot back.

"Custom faded?!"

"It's your first car so you wouldn't understand. Five Grand."

She winched. "I...can't go over that, I can go only at four."

He shook his head as she sighed. She closed the door and looked at the car lovingly before turning away to walk off. She paused when a sound got her attention and watched as the radio was turned on and all the glass shattered, except for the Camaro. Bobby looked around in utter silence before turning to face her.

"Four thousand!" He cried, holding up four fingers.

She silently cheered and went off to get the paperwork done.

The drive home was perfect. Molly hummed happily as she drove home, it was late, very late at night. She pulled up to the curb and got out of her new car she brought. She locked the door and hummed happily as she patted the hood.

She had gotten her tools and Joe was impressed with her choice of vehicle and patter her on the head.

The door to the home opened to reveal her mother.

"Where have you been!" Sally demanded.

"Out for a drive!" She answered coldly.

"Get in this house! NOW!"

The brunette scowled and shoved her keys into her pocket and walked to the house. She entered the home and her mother followed. Closing the door behind her with a slam.

Bumblebee watched his charge enter the home and he winched as there was screaming and arguing inside the home, most of the screaming was from the parental unit. She appeared by the window as she was yelling with tears rolling down her cheeks, he wanted to do nothing more than to break the house down and hug his charge better.

He watched as her sire raised his hand and made contact with her cheek as her head turned form the force of the hit. The yellow scout twittered angrily at seeing that.

How many more times has the poor girl been hit, better yet, what has she endured in that home? There was more screaming and shouting before it fell silent.

He concentrated until he heard his charge sob upstairs, he wanted to just, hold her, to hug her to let her know things will be alright, but he can't do that, not just yet.

And done, how was it? Was it alright?

I decided to add a scene from the movie because I liked that part.

Now how did Molly get a job as a mechanic?

Like I asked at top, should I do Bumblebee/OC, like pairing Bumblebee with Francine for example. Review please to let me know and to tell me what you think.