Heartspin: First I would like to state the obvious to all whom read this-I own nothing of the Transformers franchise. Not one bit. This is merely a work of fiction. Secondly I want to state this is a complete A.U. I enjoyed the old transformers anime as a child, and my hubby just had me binge watch all four of the Micheal Bay movies in one day - talk about movie overload! =) As a result, I felt compelled to tell my own story. I would like to say that I haven't watched the anime for years, and while I liked the movies the third one left me wanting a bit more in terms of plot and the fourth one failed me (personally! No offence to those of you who enjoyed it!)

At first when I began thinking of this-because after the third one left me feeling as though I didn't get all that I wanted from it my mind was already spiraling out of control with ideas-I had thought of just continuing where the second one left off. Or doing a retelling of 1 and 2 where I kept it similar to the movies and just altered some things.

But I found myself thinking that wouldn't work for what I wanted to do,and I also wanted to pull off something a bit more original. So I have decided to make my own story completely, though it is largely influenced by the movies it is also completely A.U. One major difference being that 'Sam'-who is still Sam- is now a female. I also took some of the things I remembered from the show and implemented them, though not many. I kept the Autobots and Decepticons etc-as for that is truly what transformers is about. The rest-well you'll just have to read to find out! All in all I hope you enjoy what I have to offer. Thank you!

Prolog

The universe is vast; holding forms of all kinds of life in an array of different galaxies with many solar systems holding suns, planets, and moons. It is so mind boggling even those who sail the distant ocean of the cosmic sea find it hard to comprehend, making it easy to hide among the many stars if able.

In one particular spiral galaxy, filled with over 100 billion stars-that being a small number compared to many- sits a rather unspectacular solar system On one of the outer spiral arms of that galaxy is the common yellow star, small with nothing too unusual about it. Circling that star are eight planets; four inner rocky planets and four outer gas and ice giants along with an array of small dwarf planets and other objects.

The third farthest from the star, is a pale blue dot glittering brightly among its comrades. This is the planet Earth: the planet filled with water and water based life forms. Of these life forms are the humans; the ones who have been looking to the stars in wonder for much of their developing history. It is perhaps this species's curiosity, and the beauty of the planet Earth, that the Autobots decided to smuggle the Allspark here. It is here, on Earth, where they decided to hide the Allspark from the Decepticons.

It had been hidden here, on the arm of a small rotating spiral galaxy, in a small unremarkable solar system it stayed hidden until Megatron discovered its existence. Luckily, as for none of the Autobots were currently present, Megatron soon froze in the arctic circle only to be discovered by Archibald Witwicky.

When discovering Megatron, Archibald was struck by Megatrons power and slowly drove into madness.

Now generations later, with much silence and little to no contact from alien life, the battle between the Autobots and Decepticons is now about to fully come to life on earths soil.

Chapter 1

"Sir we were unable to find the UFO," the man dressed in a dark business suite stood tensely at attention as he awaited the general to turn and surely give a tongue lashing.

The general kept his gaze out his office window, viewing the brightly lit city polluting the nights sky making it impossible to see any stars. His grip noticeably tightened around his wrist which was resting on the small of his back and it seemed as if he was restraining himself.

He turned partially," Agent Simmons. What is the purpose of sector 7?"

"To keep tabs on alien lifeforms sir and to-"

"CORRECT!" The general roared effectively silencing Simmons," It is the only reason why you are here-agent. The only reason why sector 7 exists, which could change at any moment if I find you are not doing your job efficiently. "

Simmons bit back any snide remarks he had and nodded sharply," yes sir! We will locate the UFO sir,and make contact with any alien lifeforms when we do if they are present."

"See that you do," he grumbled waving the agent out of the room.

Simmons quickly left, jaw tight with insult. He hated working for the government. But when one wished to work around the unknown, this was the best option. It had a great retirement plan, and amazing pay-way better than running a conspiracy theory blog.

Entering an elevator he sighed, finally allowing himself to relax. The excitement of seeing an alien with his own two eyes had been pulling at him for the past 35 hours, even though it seemed to be a hostile lifeforms .35 hours ago, he had been notified of alien activity in Qatar which had attacked their military. It was mind boggling why the aliens had chosen to attack their men, and worrisome as the alien seemed to be practically indestructible.

Arriving in the basement of the compound he straightened up and exited the elevator going down a series of white washed halls lit by buzzing artificial light until reaching a door with security. Grabbing his badge he swiped it before entering the cramped computer room.

The men and women under his command looked up in acknowledgement of his presence. One scurried over to him.

"Sir. We have just received word from activity here in America."

"Another attack?"he questioned afraid he would have to speak with the easily disappointed general all too soon.

The man shook his head," No. Just a sighting. We received a flood or reports in of a 'strange asteroid' that passed by over several states the last one being outside Portland Oregon where the trail was lost. There has been no reported point of impact either. In every sighting, the 'asteroid' was at a controlled level of 30,000 feet until seeming to lower to around 20,000 ft just outside of Portland. There are also these,"

Simmons frowned as the man showed him pictures of what clearly was not an asteroid, and his heart jumped with excitement that alien life had landed-and in America no less!

"Get a team of men together. It looks like we are going hunting in Oregon," he said grinning. Gripping the picture of a black object with bright yellow streaks blurred on the enlarged photograph. He didn't look up when the man responded, or when everyone began to prepare to leave. He spun on his heel exiting the room doing a small jump of excitement.

They were here.

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Sam hurried downstairs rubbing her eyes of their sleep. She quickly hopped over the couch and snatched the remote from the table turning the t.v-it already preset to the right channel.

"Damn Alarm clock," she grumbled rubbing her face in aggravation. Her brown eyes snapped to her watch which read just past 1 and she squinted out the dark windows of the living room before returning her attention to the bright tv. The news reporters lips were moving but it was muted, which Sam fixed.

"And on the discussion board of scientists today is doctor Omishi, head of energy research at Portland Organs Renewable Energy Research Center in America," Her accent was heavily Japanese and she had an olive complexion, dark brown eyes, with black hair,"He is visiting today to give a speech here at the Hamaoka power plant, along with several other well respective scientists."

Sam ignored the reporter as she went over the names of several other scientists, one from Sweden, one Germany and two from Japan, and focused on her fathers face whom was walking to a podium, bowing to a Japanese man before taking his spot in front of the mic.

Twirling her long brunet hair in her fingers she found herself frowning not for the first time. Over the years she had become accustomed to her father leaving for long periods of time for business and she had come to accept that. When she had been alive, her mother had been there for Sam. But for the past few years Sam found herself alone, even when her distant father was not on business trips.

"It is just the way your father has always been," a memory of her mother played in her mind. A willowy woman, with brunet hair and blue eyes and a smile that just made you want to smile too," it is vary like a Japanese businessman."

"So does that mean he doesn't love you?" She had asked while helping cut cookies.

Her mother had smiled at her, pearly white teeth showing and crows feet appearing," No dear. We love each other vary much. He just doesn't know how to express it."

Sam mentally snorted at that. He had been distant before her mothers death, and now he was even more so. All she ever heard from him were questions on grades grades grades and college.

Pulling her thoughts away from the past she focused on the discussion that had started while she had been thinking.

"As you know," her father spoke gesturing to the screen behind him that they had turned on which showed various graphs and charts," Now that we have lost the Fukushima power plant the goals of 40% nuclear energy are not going to be happening. Also as you know prime minister Kan has ordered the Hamaoka power plant to be shut down next month. With Fukushima's loss, and as not only a nation but as a world, we have decided we need to distance ourselves from nuclear technology, it is no mystery that Japan is expected to be hurting for energy."

The screen behind him shifted to that of a video and he gestured to it- two men in white lab coats standing stone faced to the camera,"I would like to introduce to you-a new concept entirely. For energy, for material, for the way we live today."

It was obviously a live feed as for her father nodded and gave the men the okay to go. They each grabbed a vile of a course black sand and unscrewed the tops, pouring the sand out while her father spoke.

"This substance is something we have came to know as Transformium. After years of testing we have finally deemed it ready for the public,"he said," now I would like you to witness its power."

One man held out his hand with the dust, and Sam leaned forward squinting. She recognized the stuff from pictures she had spied in her fathers work, but she had never been allowed to know what her father was working on.

Suddenly it begun to shift and her eyes widened as both men were now holding teddy bears. The crowed gasped and aahed when the bears shifted to lamps that turned on, then one turned into a blender and the other a microwave. This demonstration went on for a few minutes until her father turned back to the crowed and the men turned their objects- a mallet and a radio- back into the sand gesturing for it to enter the tubes.

"As you can see this rare metal is able to transform into an array of objects. But not only that this metal," he said to the now completely still crowed," is able to create an extraordinary amount of energy-which is what allows it to take shapes. My team has been working on ways to harness the power of Transformium to apply to the grid and are nearing a break though. This, my good people, is the power of the future."

The screen behind him showed a simulation of a world, green and clean, powered by transformium plants.

"No more coal burning creating greenhouse gasses, no more oil drilling creating spills that ruin ecosystems, and no more nuclear power with potential of radiation exposure," he held out his hand and suddenly his watch transformed into the transformium. The crowed was on their feet, the press snapping pictures while her father smiled one of his rare smiles," Transformium is the power of the future."

After that the press conference was abuzz with questions, flashes of light, and shouting. They attempted to calm everyone but eventually signaled a commercial break, the reporter enthusiastically saying they would be back with more updates.

Sitting back with a whoosh of air Sam raked a hand through her hair, pushing it back before lightly balling her hand into a fist. She looked out the window to still see the almost completely dark skies. It wasn't yet 2, the press conformance cutting off short, and she wasn't tired. Her heart was pounding as she thought of the major breakthrough her fathers company had just announced, and realized that this would probably keep him away more than ever.

"Not that I care," she grumbled as if trying to convince herself. It was a bad habit she had tried to kick off in the past unsuccessfully. Talking to herself had became an everyday thing since she more often than not found herself alone. With few friends to speak of, and little contact with her father she had few people to speak to face to face.

Standing she stretched, her anime pajama top riding up exposing her stomach which she rubbed before padding over to the kitchen. She flipped open her laptop that she had left on the table the night before, wrinkling her nose at the dirty bowl she had neglected next to it and threw it in the sink. While her laptop powered up- it was nearing 10 years old and she had refused to use the one her father bought her last summer in a desperate attempt to get her to quit working with the clunky dinosaur she constantly upgraded and fixed- she grabbed an apple and bit into it while looking in the refrigerator sighing when she realized she had put off the shopping much too long and she didn't feel like cooking eggs.

Shaking her head she decided the apple would do and grabbed the laptop before going up the stairs to her room.

While for the most part the rest of the house vibrated with a clean upper middle class look, her room exploded with the look of a workshop. Computer parts, gears, oil, and various other odds and ends were strewn about the desks and floor. The walls were littered with posters of anime, cartoons, and movies all focused on technology and of the Enterprise, Borge cubes, and Millennium Falcon hung from her ceiling and terminator stood partially constructed in the corner of her room . It was no secret that she loved to tinker with things, and it was probably the biggest reason her father spoke to her so little.

Flopping down on the bed she opened the internet browser and pulled up her blog. There were various comments to her post from a few hours ago and she grinned quickly writing her replies. The last thing she had posted had been a picture of her great grandfathers glasses. Her blog went over historic discoveries and other things focused on robotics and technology in history, and when she had stumbled across Archibald Witwickys broken glasses in a chest with her mothers things, she had been unable to resist posting about it. Archibalds story had been earth shattering for the world, though most of it was shroud in mystery. Being a descendant of his, she had followers who hoped she had as much promise as he had.

After answering a few questions to her bloggers a new post popped up in her personal messaging box. Cocking her head to the side she opened it and frowned.

"They are coming. Samantha Witwicky Omishi. We are here to protect you."

There was no sender name, no other information, except a strange symbol. squinting at it she felt it looked familiar but couldn't place it. Letting out a breath of air she closed the window, wrote a quick update to the blog addressing all the readers saying she would post more information Saturday. Closing the laptop she pushed it aside and yawned before laying down and dozing off.

"The internet has some crazy people out there," she mumbled as she dozed off trying to push the message from her mind.

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It was the phone blaring next to her that jerked her awake and she gasped, heart hammering, as she fell to the floor in an undignified heap.

Sitting up she hit her head on her table which made her phone knock down and hit her head again. Growling she grabbed the phone from her lap and answered it nursing her bruised skull," Hello?!"

"Well that is a rather impolite way to answer the phone Samantha," it was her father-not too many other people would be calling her anyway- and he sounded disappointed. Like always.

She stood seeing the clock read 5am," well I was asleep. You startle me. Sorry."

She could almost see her father nodding before he continued," I wanted to make sure you were up to catch the bus to school. And to wish you a happy birthday."

She paused in the nursing of her head before her tired mind remembered she was turning 17 that day.

"Today is my birthday," she said excited not sure how she could have forgotten what she had been waiting for with such anticipation," You said I could get a car."

"And you can. Just please," he cleared his throat and she knew what was coming," just purchase one with the mindset that you too represent this family. Go get a nice ladies car. If you are unable to afford it with your savings I have no trouble lending you the money. I don't want you around those race cars you were eyeing, or a beat up junker."

She frowned,"No thank you father.I am almost old enough to be out of the house and I have been saving for years. I can get my own car."

Samantha knew her father didn't want her to get a 'fixer upper' car, but to purchase a brand new shiny Prius or something of the sort. Something that showed their status and kept her in her place as a woman. Not for the first time she wished she were out of the house.

"Well I hope that you keep my reputation in mind when you complete your purchase," he stated before pausing, probably to look at his watch," its getting late. Let me know how your grades are going, I expect good results. You have college to look forward to."

She gritted her teeth together before reminding herself of what she wanted to ask him earlier," wait father."

He seemed shocked on the other end that she wanted to continue talking, normally they were so tense about each other that she kept to herself as much as he distanced himself from her, and replied with a cautioned,"yes?"

"That. . .that transformium you presented at the press conference today. . .wha-," before she could asked any questions, her mind abuzz with them, her father cut her off.

"That is not something I can discuss with you," he replied curtly," or over a telephone for that matter. Things such as these are not for a woman such as yourself to concern herself with."

She clenched her fists," Father, we are in the year 2012. It is no secret women can do what men can."

"I do not care what people say Samantha," he stated bringing the all too familiar argument to a halt," you know where I stand, and you know you will not get any support from me in college if you continue to . . . dabble in these technology hobbies. Continue writing your blog, I enjoy it vary much. You are going to be a great archaeologist like your mother or perhaps a writer. Now have a good day at school, and please pick out an appropriate car. Good day."

She threw her phone down, glaring at the flat shiny black screen.

"Well," she grinned after a moment of thought," I guess I can pick a car before school. Something father would like." She hopped up to get undressed and in the shower thoughts of chips, rear spoilers, and other womanly things to buy for her soon to be car came to mind.

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Heartspin: well I know that wasn't long, but I felt like I had to write something to get the story down. I am unsure how often my updates will be, my hubby and I just bought a 'fixer upper' house so we are going to be busy with that.

I know that this is unlike the movies, and even though I have used characters from the movies I have noticeably altered their stories. As I said this is a complete A.U. I would love to hear your thoughts on this-love? Hate? Too early to tell? =) I will write more when I can around the other stories I am writing.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! And happy (early) Halloween!