Spike Witwicky was a 15 year old boy who lived in the rural regions of Detroit, Michigan. He had brown hair with darker skin like his father, and bright blue eye's like his mother. He lived a simple life. Well, not exactly. Spike lived in a two story home with two bathrooms, three bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room and only one resident. Spike's mother had left when he was but a boy and he never knew her, while his father was to busy on business trips, selling new devices to foreign companies along with improving already existing technologies. The Witwicky lineage is full of enlightened men and women who leave their homes to create more for themselves. However, they all forgot their families, and eventually their families went after them, and started an endless cycle of leaving and finding. And in all honesty, Spike wanted to leave, too.

Detroit wasn't that bad. The school had nice teachers and the locals in the area he lived were kind to him and offered their help when his father was away. Yet Spike had other problems, too. His only friends were Chip Chase, a wheelchair bound hacker who enjoyed the digital realm aspect of technology than what Spike did. His other friend was Sari Sumdac, who was the daughter of the wealthy inventor Isaac Sumdac, who was a family friend and worked with Spike's father. Isaac had offered Spike's father a job at Sumdac Robotics, but his father refused, saying he wanted to follow his passion his own way.

Spike himself was a wiz at mechanics. He loved to hear cogs tern and steam escaping pipes. His passion was to do the same thing his father has done for years; become an inventor and travel the world to show off his inventions. Yet, he seemed held back. His father, for the most part, was a loon in many people's eyes. Although he was successful in innovating old technologies to the now modern age, he lacked the knack of building an original device. He became the town fool, but since he left all the time, Spike took up that roll. His antics made him an outcast at school and he wasn't too good with the ladies. He never thought he had time for a girlfriend because he was too busy inventing...and not succeeding. Yet whenever someone said his work sucked, it didn't stop Spike, but gave him motivation. To prove them wrong.

Though, today wasn't one of those days. His neighbor, Mr, Lee, had entrusted Spike to watch his home while he was off visiting his grand kids, and told him to tend the yard and feed his dog, Angle. Mr. Lee never wanted to offend Spike in saying he wanted him to use ONLY the tools in his shed, but Spike knew what he meant. I mean, he couldn't argue that he was getting a $200 bonus to the already $1400 cash envelopes he was sent by his father so he could survive in the ricked house. Spike sat on the porch of Mr Lee's home with Angle on his lap. She stuck her tongue out her Golden Retriever face and panted after playing with Spike. It was Friday and school wasn't so nice a few hours ago.

Spike was in the library studying for his next math test when he heard a commotion from one of the book shelfs. He went over to investigate and found Chip struggling to reach for a book that Vincent, the school bully, was waving above his head. Spike sighed and walked over to help. Vincent saw him approach and chuckled.

"Well, looks like dweeb number two has entered the fray." Vincent stood on his toes and place the book on top of the shelf, completely out of Chips reach and walked over towards Spike, only millimeters away from his face. "What's your next move, Spit-Fickie?" he said with venom. Spike narrowed his eyes and stood his ground.

"You should leave. I thought you said only nerds come to the library. Or are you that much of a moron that you forget your insults." That set him off. Spike felt the hem of his yellow shirt being tugged up and his back slammed into one of the columns supporting the roof. Spike winced in pain and finally felt what he was waiting to feel; a solid punch to the gut. Spike collapsed to the ground and held his stomach, trying to take in air while Vincent slapped him across the head, causing him to fall sideways. The bully was about to send a sneaker in between the inventors legs, when Sari came in with a teacher to stop the fight. Though, the real term would have been attack, as Spike stood no chance against him. After all the student told their stories, Vincent was to spend the rest of the day in detention while they called his parents to schedule a meeting with the principle. It was one of the few times Vincent got in trouble for his bullying, and he wasn't happy about it. Spike knew this very well and worried for his life when the weekend would close.

Spike rubbed his hand on his head as he nursed the smack impact point. He scratched behind Angel's ears and watched as the sun started to set. All Spike wanted was to leave. He wanted to become something more. Like an actor, or a musician. He even considered being...A hero. He grimaced at the thought as the 'fight' from the day played in his head. He could never be a hero. Not in his lifetime. He sighed and decided to head home for the night. He opened the front door of Mr. Lee's home open to let Angel inside and was about to lock up, when he saw in the now night sky, a dim light. He squinted up at it. He started to see it more clearly, but realized it was actually getting closer. And closer. And closer. He saw it falling faster...towards him. He then bolted as the flaming object landed hard in the dirt of Mr. Lee's yard. A long trench formed as it slid across the yard, through the fence and finally stopping in front of Spike's barn that he works in. Angel bolted out of the house towards the object, and soon was followed by Spike as he went to see what it was.

He started to hack at the smoke. Whatever was burning, it didn't smell natural. He looked back to examine the wreckage. He thought that if he used the Backhoe, he could fix the trench and with some more free time, fix the fence. He turned back to the object and looked it over. The smoke obscured the scene, but a gust of wind changed that, and reviled the hulking form...of a man? No, it was humanoid in shape as it was curled up in a fetal position, but it was too big to be a human. The entry it took into the atmosphere caused the coloration of the thing to dim down and darken. However, he could tell the discoloration, and saw the thing as being primarily red and blue. He was dazed. He had no idea what it was. He seemed to speak his mind.

"What are you?"

Spike was beyond loss of words. As he thought of a plan of action, he walked back and locked Angel up in her master's home. Was he going to tell anyone? How could he? He was the town idiot already and with this they think he was just making an excuse for another failed machine. Plus, Mr. Lee would flip, even for a calm person like himself, at seeing his yard destroyed by him. Spike decided to wrap chains around the hulking humanoid and used the Backhoe to tow it into the barn. He was still trying to find out what it was. A satellite? A drone? Or something else? He thought it was a satellite because of the way it impacted and crashed into the ground. It must have came from orbit. How else could it move that fast? But it looked nothing like any satellite he ever seen. It could have been a drone flying over back to a military base. Yet, it showed no form of flight capabilities whatsoever. What was it. Spike used the humanoid shape to his advantage and sat the thing upright in a 'sitting' position. A robot. That must be it! It was some kind of android unit. Maybe from Sumdac? He looked over the body and saw no logos of any kind, except for the left shoulder. What looked like a worn out mask, wait, a face was branded into the shoulder. Or embedded? It looked nothing like any logo he had ever seen. He looked at the chest and saw panel separation down the middle of the upper torso. A cold thought went into his head as he thought about the robot actually being a suit, and a mangled corpse of some poor person was inside. He ran over to his tools and picked up a crowbar from his table. He climbed up onto the hips of the machine and wedged the tool into the chest divide and pressed against it. Yet, the more he pushed the more tired he got. He flt himself move forward suddenly, and thought he made it open, only to find his crowbar bent out of it's normal configuration. He sighed and then remembered a devise his dad made. The Power Wedge.

The purpose was for highway rescue workers to have a smaller, more mobile alternative to The Jaws of Life. A semi gauntlet attached to the forearm and a long steel piston extended from the top. A piston retracts the rod far enough for the first and wedge to be level. Once positioned in front of the lock, simply squeeze the trigger and the wedge shoots to split the lock and open the door. Spike once again positioned himself in front of the chest and this time, lined up the wedge in the split. He breathed in and activating the device. Spike found himself on the ground now, as it seemed that he did not anchor his fist like instructed. He also saw that it was one of the earlier prototypes as the second handle for better stability was not found. Spike simply stuck a screwdriver into a hole and once again lined it up. Retracted the piston and this time planting his weight onto the chest. Breathed in and finally pulled the trigger. The piston went into the chest, and the sound of escaping air came as the two panels swung open and knocked Spike once again on the ground.

Spike watched as the chest was now open to reveal… a hatch. Like a tank hatch, but instead of being round, it was a rectangle. What kind of suit is this? Spike thought of the orientation. If the pilot went down that hatch, then they be flying upside down. Maybe it wasn't a suit, but what was it? His thoughts were interrupted when a faint light was seen above. Spike saw that the robot's eyes were open. Nothing happened at first, but suddenly the titan shot forward and raised it's right arm. The hand both disassembled and retracted as it was replaced with a glowing orange axe. The Goliath swung down and planted the blade in the spread legs of Spike. Spike, being the luckiest boy alive, started to scream in terror, witched caused the robot to stutter back.

"What the HELL ARE YOU!" Spike wailed

"I would say the same thing." The robot said in a commanding voice. Spike was thrown back by the voice. "What are you exactly, and where am I" The robot started to re position itself, but slipped up a bit and fell back again.

"Uh...You're in Detroit. And i'm Spike. You are?"

"I..I've never heard of a planet called 'Detroit' before. This must be a very primitive world." Spike stood agape. He knew about the idea of aliens. He even considered it as a solution to the problem he was having. Yet, he was skeptical about it all. Then, here lye this giant steel robot who's from space from the sound of it."

"Wha-NO! This is the CITY of Detroit. The planet is called Earth." Spike quickly explains. He looked over his shoulder to see if any hidden cameras were filming him for a prank show. The robot placed a hand on his head.

"Earth...The name seems familiar, but it's been ages since I have been on planet."

"Ok ok ok. So, you say that, you are not from Earth, Yes?"

"Yes."

"So that means-"

"You may consider me as an extraterrestrial, yes." Spike went into full on panic mode.

"This can't be happening. This really can't. An alien robot crashed into my neighbor's yard and I decided the best course of action was to bring it into my barn. And then it tried to kill me. And to think this day could get any worse."

"I apologize for my actions. I was startled." Spike looked up and hesitantly said:

"Apology accepted?" The two sat in silence now. The robot looked about the barn in curiosity while Spike simply tried to make heads or tails of it. "So who are you?" The robot looked down at Spike.

"I am Optimus Prime; Leader of The Autobots and bearer of The Matrix of Leadership. I can safely say that since you do not know who I am, You don't know who my fellow Autobots are?" The latter half of his statement became more sad in tone.

"Sorry Mr. Prime, but I don't know anything about 'Autobots' and stuff." Optimus sighed and started to move again, but winced in pain as he fell hard onto the ground. "HEY! You keep pushing yourself like that and you'll break. You can't go anywhere like that." Spike placed a hand on Prime's shoulder and pushed against him. Prime sighed and sat up.

"If I don't leave soon to destroy the rest of The Decepticons, then your world shall perish under their rule."

"Whoa. What are Decepticons?"

"It will take to long to explain, now please-" Prime was cut off after once again feeling a surge of pain as he moved. Spike didn't know what to do. So, he simply improvised.

"How about this-" Spike stood on Optimus' knee. "-You tell me all the parts that need to be replaced within your body and I will fix you off. However, you will explain to me everything."

"About what?"

"All of It! Where you're from, your family, friends, history, EVERYTHING!" Optimus was skeptical, not knowing if these creatures possessed the technology to fix him. Then again, His self repair systems were still disconnected along with his HUD extensions. He sighed and replied:

"I accept your deal, Spike." Spike extended his hand forward, while Optimus gave him a curious look.

"On Earth, humans shake there hands to initiate a deal." Optimus looked down and finally extended his servo out, using his pointer to be held in Spike's hand. "Pleasure working with you, Optimus Prime."