Dear god this sucks so bad. I am terribly sorry about the rushed-ness of this chapter, but I wanted to get it published by today so I could work on this other thing I'm doing, but whatever! Enough of my lame excuses!

Let's do this.

(Read AN at the end pleeeeeease!)


Alisha's father, Alexander Jay, was the owner of a small 'vacationing company'. This meant he had all sorts of cabins, small resorts, and other such things like it across the U.S. The house that Alisha now resided in was one of the few that he had in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee.

The house itself couldn't exactly be called a 'cabin' because of the size, but her father had taken quite a fondness to it and had kept it as a place for his two daughters to vacation at. At the time she had protested that neither she nor Felisha would ever use it, but he insisted until she had finally given in, despite the blatant dislike for any handout from him.

This led to her current situation; taking a break from high school in the beautiful mountains for a month before heading back to her home state of North Carolina. She wasn't looking forward to returning at all, but she had to finish her last year of high school before heading off to college.

Currently, she only had about two weeks left of her vacation before the start of school, and she planned on wasting it away by doing nothing but sleep and work on her art.

And well… Hang out with my new 'friend'.

Alisha wiped her forehead with her arm, attempting not to get any soap from her hands onto her face. She placed another dish in the dishrack and glanced up to the three windows, catching sight of her new best friend fiddling around with the many pieces of metal still scattered around her yard. He was carefully standing in the area of her land that wasn't covered in water and mud from the heavy rain.

The storm had started the day before; a sudden downfall that soaked both her and the land in minutes. Alisha didn't mind, though; she quite liked rain. Prowl however, seemed startled that she would willingly stay out in the pour. He mentioned that on his planet, the only rain they had was a sort of acid instead of water that could easily burn through a mech's armor in seconds. She was quick to respond with the statement that it rained water, not acid, on Earth. Well, at least in most places.

"Wait- seriously? Your planet had acid rainstorms?!"

"Yes, acid that could easily melt through almost all sorts of Cybertronian armor. The rain was usually blocked by the upper atmosphere, though."

"Huh. That's actually pretty hardcore. So I'm assuming Cybertron was very 'No room for weak sauce' kind of place, am I right?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

The brunette paused in her dishwashing to watch the other being wander around her yard in wonder, curiously examining the way he moved. No matter how much she had examined him in the day before; he still fascinated her. After all, what wasn't interesting about a twenty foot sentient robot that was alive?

I wonder how that works… Alisha mused, I suppose I could just ask him, but that might be rude. A chuckle burst out of her mouth before she could stop it. He's an alien from another planet. I've got an alien from another fricken' planet in my yard and I thought about asking him how he's alive. A small grin appeared on her face.

Yeah definitely rude.

As if sensing her constant staring, Prowl lifted his head and turned his gaze to her. Even with her slight deer-in-the-headlights expression, Alisha still managed an awkward smile and a little wave in greeting to which he nodded in return. Their gazes held for a moment longer before Prowl went back to collecting the scattered metal pieces.

Alisha's half-hearted smile fell slightly and her brows furrowed, Can you really keep eye contact with someone with a weird pair of sunglasses for eyes? She paused for a moment, her gaze falling to the soapy water in the sink. She stared blankly at her reflection on the surface, beginning to become lost in thought.

Maybe his actual eyes are behind the sunglasses and he keeps those on to protect them from… Space dust? No, that's stupid. Well…

Her attention was brought back to the back yard when suddenly, a wave of golden light peeked out from behind the dark clouds, illuminating the entire area. The water on the ground glimmered and the dew droplets on the grass sparkled brightly, but what caught her eyes was the sudden movement from Prowl's back. The two rectangular shapes that rested on his shoulders flicked slightly, just enough for her to notice.

Huh, I guess I was right; they do move. She blinked and watched them for a moment, pondering their purpose. They kind of look like wings now that I think of it. Maybe he can fly… No wait, they seem too small to be actual wings, but you never know- that could be what alien wings look like. …Do I sound racist? Alisha shook her head slightly and rolled her eyes. Look at me, sitting here pondering whether an alien can fly and being racist and such- I've got better things to do.

Alisha tried to concentrate on cleaning the dirty plates in the sink, but her eyes kept making their way back over to Prowl and the wings on his back. They fanned out as if to soak in the sunlight when it shone, then returned to their neutral position once the clouds moved to block out the warmth.

Move in, fan out, move in, and fan out.

She watched them for a few moments until a thought occurred to her, causing her to snort quietly.

He looks like a giant butterfly!

With that she focused back on her task, trying desperately to ignore the images her mind began conjuring up.

Unknown to the giggling woman, outside, Prowl was just as lost in thought as she had been. He, however, had another matter to ponder on.

The ship Prowl had arrived to Earth on had been extensively damaged when he entered the atmosphere, leaving him stranded on the backwater planet with little to no energon left in his stores.

At least for now.

Even with his very little knowledge of engineering, the tactician would still be more than capable of fixing the small craft on his own. The main issue, though, would come with acquiring the resources needed to fix said vessel. Energon would be one of those many resources needed, but that could be thought of later- after he had learned more of Earth.

Walking among the humans was obviously not an option. From the assumptions made from examining their internet, making contact with any authority of the species would not lead to a pleasant outcome.

Fortunately for the Autobot, his talents revolved entirely around secrecy.

However, a question still remained unanswered in his mind.

Where would he go?

The obvious answer would be to continue his search through the many galaxies and solar systems in search of others that shared the symbol bared on his chest; but then what? Continue the age-old war between Autobot and Decepticon?

Of course he could continue to think it was simply a never ending battle between the forces of good and evil- saving the universe from the cruel Decepticons and their destructive ways. To think that, naturally, saving innocent lives (and occasionally the universe) was the Autobot way. However, that would make him rather narrow-minded.

The factions had long since lost their purpose, fighting over nothing more than the rights over a dead planet and scrabbling for fuel. He'd like to think that his loyalty remained with the cause, like many others of his race, but it seemed more and more like it remained with his hatred of the other side

Prowl shook his head and vented heavily, pausing for a moment to glace up at the clouded sky. His options were not very pleasant at the moment, but then again- were they ever?

"Achoo! Ow, that friggen' hurt!"

His gaze was drawn over to the female human who had discovered him. She was gently rubbing at her nose with a slightly embarrassed look on her face as she wandered over to him, "Hey, um… Prowl? I uh…." He tilted his head slightly at her, "Could… could you tell me more about uh… C..Cybertron was it? Or even you, I guess?"

Ah, he had been wondering when her curiosity would get the best of her. He dipped his head slightly in an encouraging nod, "What would you like to know?"

The woman blinked, gaze falling to the ground, "Well, anything I guess. Why did you leave? Are there more of your kind there? Are you the last one left? Did a meteor crash into your planet and kill everyone? Like the dinosaurs?" Her eyes widened behind her glasses and she looked up at him, "Oh, wow, sorry. That was a bit insensitive…"

Prowl couldn't help tiny twitch of his lips at her rambling; she almost reminded him of someone, "Ah, no. Not quite. The Cybertronian race has been engaged in a civil war for many millennia, simply put."

If possible, her eyes grew bigger, "Millennia? Jesus, talk about bearing grudges. So, what's the story behind that?"

"Well…"

Alisha lost track of how long they had sat outside, practically hypnotized by the Cybertronian's words. He spoke of his world, destroyed by a conflict that raged for almost as long as he could remember. All the while, the sun began to set, falling slowly to the west.

At some point, Alisha's cat, a female tabby by the name of Zee, came out to join them. The cat trotted out from the slightly open door and over to the two conversing beings, barely giving Prowl a glance. She crawled up on the woman's lap and laid there, Alisha raising a hand to absentmindedly pet her.

"So you're telling me that while we've got these tiny, wimpy, birds that do nothing but eat and attack each other, you guys have got giant mechanical owls that fly around your planet and try to kill you?"

"Something of the sort, yes. However, even before the war they were rather rare. It would be impossible to find one unless it truly wanted to be found."

"That is so cool!" Alisha by then had long since forgotten any nervousness she had previously felt, excitedly grinning up at him.

"Your planet has some rather interesting creatures as well." He stated, motioning at the sleeping cat in her lap.

Alisha blinked and looked down, shrugging slightly as she stroked the feline, "I guess you could say that. Trust me, this thing does nothing more than sleep and eat. It gets kind of boring after a while." She poked the cat in the forehead, waking her from her nap. The tabby blinked her eyes open and glared up at the grinning woman, swatting lightly at her hand.

Prowl hummed, observing the feline with a curious expression," What breed is she?"

"Oh, you know about different breeds? Oh wait, you just looked it up on the internet, didn't you?" He didn't answer, but the wings on his back flicked slightly, "Ah. Uh, I think she's a Tabby. I found her out on the street one day and she stuck around soooo- I blackmailed my parents into letting me keep her! That was a few months ago, actually."

"Lovely method, I must say." Alisha stopped for a moment, was that sarcasm? She shook her head slightly before letting out a sigh and flopping back into the grass, and unfortunately for her; mud.

"Oooh, I regret that. I regret doing that so much." Prowl blinked behind his visor and turned his head to look at her," I'm sorry, what?"

She shook her head and sat back up, glancing over to the west and catching sight of the setting sun, "It's nothing, but wow; very nice sunset." The tactician followed her gaze to the explosion of color across the sky.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments until Alisha spoke up again, "So, you gonna be hanging around for a while?"

He tilted his head slightly, thinking for a moment, "…We shall see."

"I hope you do."

Prowl paused, giving the human a glance. She had just stood up, brushing off the cat furs and grass from her jeans, "I mean, you seem like a pretty cool dude and you're like… An Autobot, right? One of the good guys?" He nodded hesitantly, "Yeah, see? It'd be pretty exciting hanging out with a giant alien robot from another freakin' planet. But yeah, anyways- I'm gonna go in now because I'm tired and in desperate need of a shower."

With that, she turned around, showing a massive mud stain from her shoulders to ankles. Ah, that had been what she had complained about before.

He turned his gaze back to the sunset, admiring the colors for a moment. A permanent vacation on the planet Earth? What about the war, though? The cause he'd pledged his allegiance to so long ago?

He glanced back at Alisha, who was cursing at the cat playfully nipping at her ankles, and paused.

Perhaps.


Alright, I've gotten a couple of questions from the last chapter I'm gonna answer for you guys!

First thing's first, like it says in the Summary- I'm taking some elements from IDW/MTMTE comics. This will range from terminology, rituals (Conjux Endura, etc...), but most importantly- Character traits. Now, before you click that little 'X' on the top of your screen, know that I will not be changing the personalities so much that the characters are OOC, but I will add a few emotional quirks here and there.

History! Everybody loves history! This is why I am creating my own timeline/backstory for this fic. (Its good((Well, its okay)), I swear.)

Also, Prowl. I have no freaking idea how to write him. He's probably going to end up being sort of like Animated Prowl. But anyways, tell me how I did, and how I can make it better. If I mess up, I WILL fix it.

I swear on me mum!

One last thing! At the current moment, this fanfiction takes place quite a few years before TFP starts. As in like... A few years at the most. Would it be a bother to have the next chapter be sort of like this:

"Small snippet of story"

*Linebreak*

"Another snippet.."

*Linebreak*

etc...

Because honestly, that's kinda how I planned it. Just to kinda get through some small points that take place over time. But I do want your opinions on it!(The snippets are probably gonna be pretty long btw,)

Also! Many thanks to the people who reviewed/followed/favorited! I'm very much honored.

Now, I must go onward to fix dinner! My lazy family needs me!