Dear turtelly,

So I got curious one day and realized that on December 2nd 2014, three years ago, I wrote my very first comment on your fanfic Bee My Love. And to be honest, THAT fanfic got me into writting for the pure fun it brings not only to the author but to the fans as well. This fanfiction has been boiling in my head for quite some time and I'd like to dedicate it to you as a way of saying thank you for being such a role model to me. Take this as an anniversary/ super early Christmas gift hahaha :)

I do not own Transformers.

I do not own Magnia: She is a character created by turtelly.

Enjoy!


He woke up sweating. For months now, Bryan had the same dream and couldn't explain what it meant. Chaos, smoke, explosions meant only for a war zone... And those beautiful purple eyes... He got up, took his towel and headed straight to the washroom to start the day. He let the warm water glide down his body, thinking of the images that haunted him since his 18th birthday.

Bryan took good care of his body both physically and mentally, kept his kinky hair as neat as his clothes, was a honor roll student, loved and respected by all. His life had been anything but easy and he was glad that things were finally looking up for him during his senior year at OP Academy. So what did he do to have these reoccurring dreams? He grabbed his keys, his trumpet case and his backpack before locking the door of the house he shared with his mom and little sister.

"Good morning Sharpshore, ready to go?" His faithful Autobot friend beeped his horn in response. This was life some ten thousand years after the Victor's war . When the Autobot warriors made the ultimate sacrifice to save their beloved Cybertron, their home planet began the process to return to it's former glory. Some Autobots decided to return home while others stayed on Earth. With time, cybertronian cities emerged a little bit everywhere on earth and both civilizations learned to coexist not in disguise, but as they truly were. Bryan got into the driver seat, put on his seat belt and made his way to school.

He was one of the very few students at OP Academy to be partnered with an Autobot vehicle. The Auto-Human Partnership Program (AHPP) was created to match transformers with humans. Since humans outnumbered Autobots on Earth, applications had to be sent out and reviewed and even then a pairing was not completely guaranteed. Bryan had his application reviewed and rewritten four times and ready to send by the time he was of legal age to apply for the partnership program and it took him a year to finally get a response for an interview. But all it took was one: Sharpshore grew instantly fond of the African-American boy and requested to be paired immediately after he had left the AHPP headquarters.

"I've got band practice tonight, pick me up at 7?"

"No worries man," the Autobot replied.

" Ever since your boyfriend moved into town, that's all I do," he said with a smirk. Sharpshore transformed and blocked Bryan's way with his foot. The blue and white mech was easily three times taller than the human boy. "That's sooooooo not fair, I have't seen him since I got transferred here! How long are you going to use that against me?"

"Until one of us dies!" He replied with a toothy smile.

"Why did I even chose you to begin with," he said while offering his digits in a fist.

" Because you knew that your life would be a mess without me," he replied while fist bumping him. "You know I still have to actually meet him."

"I'll talk to him about it, promise," Sharpshore replied before returning to his alt form and driving off to go see his boyfriend.

First period: history. M. Raller was not only one of the best teachers in the region, he was also very demanding of his students. That's why Bryan made sure to never show up late to his class. He took his seat in the middle of the classroom and talked to his classmates before the bell rang, announcing the start of the day. "Hello students," M. Raller said, "open your textbooks please, the Victor's battle is one of the most complex parts of the cybertronian war so I need everyone to pay attention to what I say. It could end up in your final exam."

There was a knock on the door. M. Raller went to open the door and a girl was standing on the other side of the door frame. "Hello sir, are you M. Raller?" She asked while offering her right hand.

"Yes you must be the new student," he replied while shaking her hand. He walked her towards the front of the class. "Everyone, this is your new classmate. would you like to introduce yourself?"

"Sure," she said before turning towards the classroom. Bryan lifted his eyes from his history notes and his breath was caught in his throat. "Hello, my name is Mackenzie Blake, I moved into town because of my mom's new job at the museum and I'm planning to become a Cybertron historian so I guess things worked out for me," she said with a small laugh.

Bryan listened as the new girl speak, flashes of his nightmare were coming back to him. And the purple eyes...

She was the purple eyes of his nightmares.


When a oneshot quickly turns into whole story oops XD

This story will wrap up before Christmas I can guarantee that much, hope you like what you read so far! :)