Hey there! I'm back with the first chapter, introducing good old characters and two new ones, whose names aren't old...yet.

I'd like to thank ShadowDemon-Gengar and Cman710 for their reviews and here's my reply:

ShadowDemon-Gengar: Thanks for not concidering me as a "mentally messed up dropout", lol. And yeah, I also hope that this won't turn into a "Mary-Sue"...; lol. As for the Optimus/Oc...Well, you'll have to read the chapter to figure it out. -grins-

Cman710: Thank you for your comment. I was happy to know that the shortness of the chapter didn't make my fic a "put-quickly-to-the-dump-fic".Oh, I hope that this chapter will have less spelling mistakes...(knowing that I'm half asleep right now);

Thanks you also to the other people who dared to stop and read the fic.

Enjoy the first chapter.

Guide:

Foreign words

Disclamer: I don't own Transformers, it's propriety of Hasbro, the japanese or whatever.


Chapter first: Encounter

"Three weeks passed since the tragedy which took place in Mission City. According to the Secretary of Defense, John Keller, the various explosions were the result of a terrorist operation and that the criminals were all stopped due to the fast intervention of the army. Nevertheless, several citizens who survived the attack affirm that it was not a simple terrorist attack. For confidential reasons, the witnesses refuse to-"

"Hey, Bumblebee. Turn off that damn radio. They have repeated the same information for the tenth time now!! "

The young Autobot jumped in surprise by hearing the eco of his fellow-member's voice spread out in the abandoned hangar. Bumblebee turned to another Autobot, whose black armor reflected some sunbeams which crossed the perforated roof of their new "base" of the robots.

"You could warn when you are approaching Ironhide! My spark almost stopped beating."

"You're the one who is going to be the cause of my death with your radio. Shouldn't you be with Sam right now?" The bulky Autobot answered.

"He's with Ratchet at the moment. He insisted to come and see our 'secret base'."

"As if this place could be called a base. The humans should pay attention to their military defense. But instead of that, they leave their useless bases in abandonment." Ironhide muttered.

After having helped the army to get rid of the corpse of Megatron and the other defeated Decepticons, John Keller decided to lend to the heroes an old military base located in the mountains crossing New Mexico, so that their presence is as secret as possible.

"I wonder when we will have some action. I didn't have the occasion to re-use my canons since our last combat." Continued Ironhide.

"If you want, I can be your training partner." Proposed the young Autobot.

"It would be a bad idea Bumblebee."

The two robots looked at third Autobot entering the hangar. The robot was a little bit taller than Ironhide but its armor was less imposing than his and it was of a yellow similar to Bumblebee's. He was followed by a teenager with brown hair and a not very muscular body.

"Knowing both of your programs, you would likely destroy the base and draw the attention of the humans living in this area." Ratchet continued.

"But there are no humans in the surroundings." Retorted Ironhide.

"In the contrary", Bumblebee said, "there is exactly 57 km from here a town with approximately 136 inhabitants."

"Really? I would guess there were less than that, when we passed near the town." Sam commented.

"How can we prepare ourselves from a Decepticon attack if we must do it silently?"

"We must be vigilant and prepared, Ironhide. The Optimus' orders were clear: 'To watch over and protect the humans while keeping our existence a secret.'"The medical officer retorted, annoyed of his partner's impatience.

"Speaking of which, where's Optimus?" Asked Sam "I didn't see him since Bee and I arrived."

"He went to explore the area, in case Starscream or Barricade would make their appearance."

"But, isn't that a little risky? People are still talkin' about the 'attacks' of Mission City, so…"

"Do not worry Sam. Optimus can be more than discreet." Reassured Bumblebee.

"Yeah, tell me about it…" The young human answered with a sarcastic tone, remembering of the last demonstration of the Autobots' discretion, which cost him the destruction of his garden and the most panicking moment of his life.

"Moreover," continued Ratchet, "we all are equipped with a system of cellular and molecular creation, which enables us to create a living organism that can be operated during a certain amount of time." Seeing the confused expression of Sam, the medic sighed then restarted, "We are able to incarnate ourselves in organic beings and to infiltrate your society during at most 36 hours."

"Ah… Yeah, of course. I had understood the first time. "

Sam laughed nervously before noticing that none of the three Autobots was convinced of his remark. Embarrassed, the young man cleared his throat and continued to explore the base, followed by Bumblebee.

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Despertada was again bathed by the choking heat of summer. Yet, the town was different compared to the last few days. The streets of the small commune were occupied, or shall we say crammed. The children played in the street, enjoying the first days of their holidays, the older inhabitants rested in the terraces of their dwellings or of the local bar while foreigners visited the city considered as "one of the Spanish-Americans cities in the area". Among the strangers, there were in particular simple truck drivers who crossed the country bringing goods. Occupying too much place in the streets of the town, the drivers were obliged to leave their vehicles within the limits of Despertada, in a car park builted on purpose for them ten years ago.

In the middle of these trucks was a Peterbilt semi-truck with 18 wheels, blue with red flames crossing its sides. Its "owner" was exploring the city, looking at the people pass and watching the children having fun with their innocent games. Taking a glance on the clock fixed on a bar, the young man decided that it was time to head back to his new home. But whereas he approached its "transport", he saw a little boy with the brown hair sitting in front of his semi truck, holding a drawing block and a thick color pencil in his hands. When he was nearer the child, he saw that the little one was concentrated drawing his truck, that he didn't notice his presence next to him.

"Are you attempting a graphic reproduction of my vehicle?"The boy jumped in surprise by hearing the driver's sudden question. The child turned his dark-brown eyes towards the elder one, showing a little of embarrassment.

"Oh, sorry. You want me to leave? »

"No, no, please proceed. Make as if I were not there. »

"Bah, I was going to leave anyway," the young child stood up, clumsily shaking dust out of his shorts." If I don't hurry up back home, the other one's going to be pissed. »

"Your siblings don't know that you are here, little one? »

"Well, no. I sneaked out while she wasn't watching. "The child grabbed his box of pencils and put it in his backpack before continuing, looking at the elder one frowning, "And then I am not little, I'm eight and half years old!!" Amused, the older boy smiled internally to the infantile argument used by the child.

Before none of the two boys could carry out the conversation, the young male adult was violently pulled back. At first, he believed that it was one of his enemies who would have recognized him. But in the end, he was face-to-face to a young red-headed adult who hardly was a few centimetres smaller than him and her dark-brown eyes, similar to the child's, glared at him.

"Give me one good reason that I shouldn't kick your ass right now. »

Surprised of such a remark, the driver remained a few seconds silent before answering.

"Err… I have done nothing that might be considered as 'incorrect'. »

"Oh really? And kidnapping a child doesn't look like 'incorrect' to you??" The young woman seemed obviously quite irritated.

"You are mistaken, I--"

"Don't try to be a 'wise guy', wise guy! I have lived in this lost town for more than 10 years and I know all the idiots who live here and believe me, I would remember a black haired guy, with blue eyes and wearing an outfit that matches ridiculously with his large monster truck. "The girl ranted while pointing the driver and truck.

The driver looked at the girl with his mouth slightly opened, not knowing what to answer to such accusations. He had never been shouted at before, and even less treated as being "ridiculous".

"Aunty, I came here on my own." The young female adult turned her head towards the smaller one. "The mister was only asking me how to get to somewhere. »

"You sure? You're not trying to save his butt, are you? "The woman answered while looking at the stranger with suspecting eyes.

"Don't worry. He's cool. "The child retorts while giving her sibling an innocent smile.

After a short silence, the girl sighed and mumbled some words in a foreign language before addressing herself again to the driver.

"Sorry for the scene. But this little--" the young woman made a tap on the child's forehead as he replied with an Ouch!' "--rascal sneaked under my nose as soon as I turned the back. »

"It's alright. It's natural that you showed concern on your son's disappear--"

"WHAT MAKES YOU SAY THAT HE'S MY KID??THIS CHILD IS MY NEPHEW, YOU STUPID CRETINO ATOMICO!! "The read-headed one shouted, surprising the young male adult again. "IS IT BECAUSE I LOOK OLD??WELL KNOW THE FACT THAT I'M 24 YEARS OLD, YOU SACANA CONSTIPADO!! »

The girl shouts were so loud and her 'talking' was so quick that at the end of her rant, she was out of breath. The young boy used that opportunity to address himself again to elder by holding out a sheet of paper to him.

"Here ya' go and pay attention not to pick the wrong road."He said with an innocent smile on his face. Hesitating at the beginning, the young driver took the paper.

After the young lady excused herself for the second time and that she and her nephew exchange with him their goodbyes, the driver saw both of them talk and heard the boy's cries of joy. When the two humans were already entering the town, the young adult glanced again at the paper and noticed that the little one had made a drawing in it. But when he looked at the sheet of paper closely, he remained shocked. On the document was an infantile representation of his true appearance. Accompanied by this drawing, there was a message:

"I know your secret."