Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers because if I did, damn, do you think I would be sitting here writing fanfiction? Nope

2 YEARS PRIOR

His rough, calloused hands gently stroked up her thigh, making their way up toward her lower back. She urged him closer and inhaled him completely; he smelt of ink and sweat. Her long, artistic fingers were playing along his back like it were the black and white keys of a grand piano. He nudged forward, his lips pressing harshly at her neck. Her lips however were directly at his ear, and as she spoke, he tightened his grip on her and exclaimed-

"MISS SAUVETERRE"

Gwen's head snapped up. Confused, half-asleep and sticky, she looked down to find a pool of drool and ink had stained her book.

Oh, well that explains the ink smell.

"Miss Sauveterre," a raspy voice that reminded Gwen of the sound fingernails being dragged across a blackboard makes sliced its way into her ear, "I don't care if that explains the ink smell"

Taken aback, she followed the voice and did a 180 degree turn. Gwen struggled to contain herself from shrieking.

In delight of course.

The voice had belonged to a tall, pale dinosaur. There was talking dinosaur right in front of her. The curiosity filled as she stuck forth her finger and moved it towards the beak, etching to see how dinosaur beaks felt.

"GUINEVERE SAUVETERRE MOVE YOUR FINGER FROM MY FACE THIS INSTANT!"

The shrill scream that had exploded from the dinosaur smacked Gwen's senses back into her and she blinked away her sleep-sown insanity. She looked up and found her Maths teacher steaming with rage. Scanning her surroundings, Gwen sighed, "How long was I out McScott?"

"The entire detention period, Sauveterre" the old bat inhaled sharply, her tiny eyes narrowing on Gwen like she was a rotten banana peel, "and let's not even begin on the harassment you caused me whilst you hibernated"

Aha. There it was. The subtle slander, the faint offense. Every teacher viewed Gwen as a different type of savage animal and McScott for instance believed she was a bear apparently. She snickered at the saggy sack of straw hair.

McScott furrowed her ratty eyebrows and stalked off to unlock the detention door, her awful buckled shoes clicking against the floorboards on her way. Collecting her things but keeping her eyes pinned to the floor, Gwen rose and lazily made her way towards the where McScott should've been standing. She was surprised (but not upset) to see that the human-sized hairless cat had already left before giving her daily farewell insult.

Slamming the door behind her and stuffing her hands in her pockets, she marched on towards the school exit. Her footsteps echoed loudly through out the empty halls and as she reached out to turn the door open; her body slammed straight onto the door.

Something was holding her, forcing her against the face of the door. Gwen could feel her ribs slowly bruising from the impact. The hiss of moving metal roared in her ears and the pressure dangerously increased, to the point where she was unable to breath properly. The deep, malicious voice of the character crushing her, spat in her ear. It spoke in a language unfamiliar to her but she understood it clear enough.

"We have finally found you, little one "

Gwen screamed.