Full summary: Shockwave's not having a very good day. He crashed landed on Earth all alone, a technical glitch made him human-sized, and now he's stuck living with a young, fifteen year old girl and her thirteen year old brother. There's no way to contact Cybertron, the ship is in so much dmage it's beyond repair, and now this girl suddenly thinks that he's supposd to her friend of all things! Yeah, it's not his day...

For the people's, I honestly think Shockwave looks sweet in the Animated continuity, so that's what he looks like. Cherrio!

Chapter I

Last thing he recalled was the ship blaring about a malfunction in the engine. Just before Shockwave had time to check it, the entire ship fell into Earth's atmosphere and was coming down hot. The intelligence 'bot tried to get to the engine before the crash, but ended up being electrocuted and was knocked out by the surge. He was only lucky that happened fast enough so he wouldn't feel the push of gravity when the craft smashed against the ground. Now he was laying on the broken floor of the ship. Nothing worked anymore; the controls were busted, communication signal was too far out of range, and so many trees were coming through the bottom of the ship that he wouldn't be able to tell where the energon storage was. Was he to die here? Alone on some Primus forsaken planet, filled with those vile organics who believed they were fit to live at all? Desperate but terrified to know the answer, Shockwave slept in the dark for the next twenty five years.

Moving day was always the worst part in every kid's life. Well, that wasn't completely true, but usually it still sucked. For Emilina it was somewhat of a good thing. She would be away from her enemies at her old school, but she would lose her only friend that was back there. As for her little brother, Garrett, he didn't like it at all. He had o enemies to get away from, but he had a whole backyard party of friends he left back at Creek Middle.

Emilina, fifteen years of age, was a shy kind of girl, only talked when she was talked to and sometimes stared at people and listened to their conversations when she was just sitting there, a few feet behind them. Seeing all these people with their friends made her see how alone she actually was. Heck, she didn't even have a boyfriend! Not even a single crush! Whoever was cute was gay and whoever was straight was perverted. That's the major thing she hated about this century.

Garrett, a boy of thirteen, was more talkative than his older sister. He liked video games as much as liked teasing his older sister. One of these days he swore to pull a prank on her, but nothing that came into mind seemed good. One of these days…Another thing about Garrett was pretty strange (but everything that was true was strange) was that he had his own not-so-secret admirers back at school. He seemed like the kind of guy that would agree to break some rules and become cool, but he followed rules like a gentleman, never been tardy, ever had a referral, never been in detention (because the kids that dressed in all black scared the crap out of him) and promised his parents he never would.

The ride from West Bend, Wisconsin to Marion, Indiana took longer than the teenagers thought. Only about, well, you could say five hours. Maybe six since they had to stop so many times for their dad to use the bathroom. The mom saying "I swear, he has the bladder the size of a marble" and both teens would chuckle. But they would take advantage of the moment and go get some candy and soda rather than wait and get a Wendy's or Burger King. Depending on how long it took for their father to actually use the bathroom. Garrett kept making jokes that he's probably looking for some newspapers to read and finally found out they didn't have any.

Finally, thank you Jesus, they made it to their house in the suburbs. Honestly, they never lived in suburbs and made jokes that they would have to paint the house a different color to be able to find it. Every time you go into a suburbia, it was always clean, it was always white (like there was no other color), the cars looked the same, sometimes people even dressed the same, and the biggest downside, for the teens, was that most kids that lived in this side of the area were sometimes snotty and believed they had everything. They probably didn't trust anybody with anything, then magically they expect them to do something for them. For example, the player in your volleyball team that keeps going around the whole field saying "My ball" because they like being a showoff? Well, once they finally miss the ball and it comes toward you, he or she says "How come none of you are giving me back up"? Remember that person? That was some of the kids in this little hellhole Emilina and Garrett had to call home.

"Alright, kiddies, get your stuff out of the backseat and walk inside. Whatever room you find upstairs, that'll be your room," their dad announced. Emilina raced out of the car and beat her brother to the door. She was even inside the house before he even set foot on the driveway. The girl jumped the steps two at a time and found the perfect room. It looked pretty large, yes, but once all of her crap was stuffed in, Lord, would there be any space to breathe?

"Mine, all mine!" she sighed, just thankful that she was out of the car and into a larger-than-her-life room. Garrett et up with her with his rolling suitcase behind him and looked around that empty space that was soon to be his sister's.

"Crap it!" he groaned, stomping down the hall to the next room. It wasn't as big as Emilina's, but it was enough to stuff his video games, television, PS2, a closet and a bed, right? That was all he needed. But Emilina, she wanted everything that could possibly make her more popular than she was for her new school. She had the eye shadow, the creepy black eye liner, powder, blush, the clothes, the temporary colored highlights, and she even practiced how to walk. Somebody help this child.

Garrett just put his suitcase in the middle of the room and walked back downstairs. He saw that, outside the tiny backyard, there was a forest. He always wondered what it was like to be inside a forest that didn't include a campfire and wandering off just to meet an angry bear (believe me, that happened to him in Cub Scouts a few years back). How cool would it be to just go off into the trees and imagine you're on some kind of survival show? He would ask his sister to join, but she changed since she realized they were moving. Emilina used to be such a tomboy, but now she wanted to act all high and mighty for her school. What planet did girls come from again? He was certain his sister wasn't from Venus, known from Romans as the goddess of beauty, because he thought his sister was straight-up ugly now with all that make-up. Freakin' creeped him out!

"Garrett! Emilina!" Why does he always call my name first? "Come on and help us! We don't' have to move a lot; the U-Haul isn't here, yet. It's just some food for the cabinets!"

Emilina groaned out so loud that it could be heard across the entire house and the stomps down the stairs sounded like slow gunfire. She hated the logic her parents gave her. It sounded something like "You load it, now unload it" whenever they were going out of town. Ow they were staying out of town. The reason was because their grandfather had just died and they had to stay close to Grandma in case anything might happen. She was known to catch a common cold very easily, but since she was disabled in her arm, she needed extra help to open up those dang, child-proof caps they put on the medicine bottles. Getting old ain't fun, kids. No matter what people tell you. Knowledge, sure! You get some of that! The knowledge that, with every birthday you get, Grim Reaper might as well be in the back seat of your car, waiting for you to have a stroke in the middle of the highway.

Garrett finished whatever needed to be unloaded and stacked up, then asked his mom if he could go out into the woods. His mother said yes, but then his dad gave him an open bucket of paint and a large paintbrush used for houses.

"Wait, we're actually going to paint the house?" he asked. His dad laughed, but said no.

"I want you to mark some of the trees, and make them as arrows so you can find your way back. Promise?"

"I promise!"

"Good. Now get outta here!" he joked. Garrett ran off into the woods and blazed the second tree he saw. Then he bolted off to the upper left and blazed the fifth from the second. He kept the pattern going and kept going, not knowing how far off he actually went.

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Author's Note: I've never put so little dialogue into one chapter before. Well, I hope you guys like how this is going so far! Well, excpet for the forest bit, I think that's been done a lot. So send a comment! I'm not a mind reader, so you have to send it!