I tried to stay by the story line and make it new. Also the talking I changed around a bit in the beginning so it wasn't all the same from the movie.

Chapter One

(U.S. Soccent Base, Qatar Desert, Present Day)

A CV-22 Air Force model plane flew over the Qatar Desert, holding Sergeant William Lennox's team. They were the army's 5th class special force security team; at the moment they were heading home for a break from straining missions.

John Figuerosa aka Fig (Army Chief Warrant Officer) sighed dramatically leaning against the hard Army issue plane bench.

"Oh God, it's been five months of this crap. I can't wait to get a little taste of home," Fig smacked his lips longingly, closing his eyes dreamily, "A big plate of Mama's alligator etouffee".

Bobby's voice sliced through Fig's pleasant trance.

"You've been talking about barbecued 'gator's and crickets for the last few weeks Bubba junior. I'm never going to your Mama's house Fig; I promise".

Fig instantly straightened, offended by his teammate.

"Bobby, Bobby," He layered his Hispanic accent on thick, "Gator's are known to have the most succulent meat".

"Yes, yes I understand". Fig ignored him, rambling off again in Spanish; his team just rolled their eyes.

"English, English please this is beginning to get annoying ". Will reprimanded, Fig still muttered on in his native tongue.

"How many times have we told you, we don't speak Spanish?" Will stressed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "I've told you that ".

"Why do you got to ruin it for me, man? That's my heritage ". Will threw his hands up in defeat.

"Go with Spanish, whatever ".

"You know what's scary; he didn't even defend the crickets ". Epp's shook his head, earning Fig's heated glare.

"Hey, you guys remember weekends? The Sox at Fenway," Another guy threw in, "Cold hotdog and a flat beer, perfect day.

"What about you, Captain? You got a perfect day"? Epp's questioned, leaning forward on his AK-47.

Will smiled softly, thinking back to the heartwarming picture his wife had sent him weeks previous.

"I just can't wait to hold my baby girl for the first time".

This spurred several comments and playful jabs.

"He's adorable."

"Shut up"! Will input, giving a half ass grin.

Will sat down on a spare bench messing with his gear.

"Lennox"! An excited childless voice called. Will glanced up to seeing a familiar Arab boy.

"Hey buddy, how are you doing"?

"Water," He asked, holding out a canteen, causing Will to smile in thanks and acceptance.

"Thanks are you going to help me with this gear". The boy grinned helping him with his load.

(Control Room)

"Colonel Sharp, we have an inbound unidentified infiltrator, 10 miles out". An Army security control worker informed.

The Colonel grabbed a mic, walking up to look at the screen with a hard expression.

"Unidentified aircraft, you are in restricted US military airspace," He began with a warning, "Squawk indent and proceed east out of the area.

A frown spread across Sharp's face as the Bogie continued on as if he'd never spoken.

"Raptors one and two snap to heading two-five-zero to intercept". Workers moved around the room with haste sending out the right signals and monitoring the plane.

"Bogie is in the weeds ten miles out, not squawking," Colonel Sharp instructed the air strikes," Unidentified aircraft, we will escort you to US SOCCENT airbase". He continued on to the offending craft.

"If you do not comply, we will use deadly force".

"Copy the bogie. Tail 4500 X-ray". The Colonel instructed the crowd of workers.

"Sir says here 4500 X was shot down three months ago in Afghanistan". One called over looking through a stack of papers.

"That's got to be a mistake, check again, and then recheck". The man looked at his Colonel with sad eyes.

"I did sir, a friend of mine was on that chopper". Sharp bit his lip in contemplation before complying.

"Unidentified aircraft, we will escort you to US SOCCENT airbase".

"Radar, where's the inbound"?

"Bogie's five miles out, sir".

(Computer Conference)

"Is Sarah on yet"? Will asked, ducking into the technology tent.

"Yes, Captain waiting for you". The other soldier ducked out to give him privacy.

"My lovely ladies"! Will grinned, seeing his wife for the first time in months, and daughter other than on a picture.

"Oh, my goodness; look at her, she's getting so big". He grinned proudly, eyes glowing with love.

"Look at those cute chubby cheeks I just want to pinch them," Will made goofy expressions at his baby girl, "Baby, we made a good-looking kid, I know that people say that all the time, but damn we made one good-looking kid".

"She has your laugh, she loves laughing at people". She gave will a pointed, but humorous look.

"She laughed? You sure she didn't just fart," Will put on a skeptical expression, "I'd laugh if I farted".

Sarah laughed lightly rocking little Annabelle.

"No, she's a lady, she doesn't know you yet, but she will". Sarah reassured him with soft eyes.

Static began to interfere with their connection, breaking up the image and mic.

"Will"? Sarah's worried voice broke through the static.

"Sarah hey, Sarah if you can hear me, I love you and I'll be home soon". Will sighed tiredly as the screen turned black.

(Out on Landing Strip)

"MH-53 pilot, power down now has your crew step out or we will have the right to kill you". A man spoke over the speakers.

"Hold your fire! Stand by to engage"! A Sergeant yelled, to the troops circling the aircraft.

"My God, we're under attack they bombed the antenna farm"!

"Go! Move! Move! It's going after the files"! There was panic everywhere, as the plane transformed. It became a deadly entity killing everything in its sight.

"Cut the hard lines"! Epp's and Will yelled back and forth as they rushed away from the bullets

"I need a key! It's locked! Move! Move"!

"Here, come here! Come here," Will pulled the Arab boy from earlier towards the tank they were lifting, "Here, hide in here"!

"Oh, my God okay".

"No"!

"Oh"!

"What the..."

"Epps, let's go"! With that the rolled away before they too would be blown up, unaware of what lurked under the sand.

Sam slowly cracked open her eyes, taking in the ceiling of her old bedroom. Wait what? She could've sworn she had been lying dead somewhere in Egypt.

"The freaking Primes". Sam suddenly remembered in awestruck understanding. This must be what they meant by begin again. But just how far back had they sent her? Slipping out of bed Sam grabbed a calendar from beneath her night stand. June 5th, 2007.

"Holy shit," Sam gasped quietly. They'd had brought her back to the very day it all began. It was the day she had bought Bumblebee. Glancing at her alarm clock Sam realized she only had 30 minutes until school started. This was so weird, to be at High School again if only for one day before summer break. Pushing aside the shock she steeled herself for the day ahead.

Digging through pile after pile of clothes Sam grimaced in regret. She'd almost forgotten how her Mom used to dress her up like a freaking Barbie doll. Erg... She hated pink and frills with a passion.

"Oh thank Primus above"! Sam finally breathed in relief discovering something hidden at the very bottom of the stack. Judy Witwicky would never had thought her brother Jack would go behind her back and take her daughter on a surprise visit to Hot topic (the bane of her existence). Something Sam and her Uncle keep closely to themselves fearing the famous Judy Witwicky fury.

The outfit included snug black and silver camo tights, black combat boots with white picking socks, and a long sleeved blue fit "Some People Just Need a High-Five... in the face... with a chair" shirt.

Before she could pull on the shirt, something caught Sam's eyes. Moving towards the floor length mirror she swore rather color fully. Those God Damned Prime's!

Twisting her body slightly Sam could see a Cybertronian tattoo. It started at the bottom of her left hip climbing halfway up Sam's side, before arching across the center of her stomach. From there it twisted around her other hip, running up her back and splaying the width of her right shoulder.

There was something else to; Sam's eyes shown a brighter more complex electric blue and her hair shown a golden almost white blonde, compared to the usual sunny look.

"This is what they meant by Primus's Champion," Sam muttered, running fingers lightly against the permanent markings, "Mom will murder me". Dear Lord, if her Mom saw this tattoo she'd shit a brick.

"SAMANTHA ANDROMEDA WITWICKY YOUR GOING TO BE LATE TO YOUR LAST DAY OF JUNIOR YEAR; AND YOU'VE BETTER HAVE DRESSED ACCEPTABLE ". Speak of the Devil and she shall appear. Crap Sam did not feel like dealing with this, this early.

Looking out her bedroom window she saw her Dad already waiting in the car. Suddenly an idea came to her, it may not have been the best; but it was still an idea.

Swinging her messenger bag over shoulder, Sam hefted her window open. Hiking her leg over the window seal she steadied her right foot on the white terrace which thankfully was free from her Mom's precious flowers.

"Sam what are you doing "! Her Dad whispered yelled, finally noticing her hanging from the terrace. Sam put a finger on her mouth in a quiet gesture. She motioned down stairs were her Mom resided.

Ron Witwicky, understanding what his daughter was doing gave Sam the thumbs up. She shimmied down carefully, before landing carefully on her feet.

"SAMANTHA WHAT ARE YOU WEARING". Sam sprinted to the car like her ass was on fire, her Dad laughing all the way.

"Just drive". She gasped, jumping over the door into her seat.

"I was beginning to wonder when you were going to do this to her; my baby girls grown up". Ron chortled, wiping away a tear. Sam just shook her head, looking back to see her Mom to shake her head humorously letting out a defeated sigh.