A/N: I would like to thank those who have reviewed so far. This is just a "backbone" chapter, which sets up the premise for future chapters. I haven't started writing chapter 2 yet, but I hope to soon. So here's the first chapter and I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.

Chapter 1: Lancasters, Meet Blaster

Miles Lancaster entered his room none the wiser to the events that have just happened in his room. If he had, he might have been more prepared for what was to happen next. As soon as Miles closed the distance between himself and his new stereo, he opened the top of the bright red and yellow CD player and placed a CD in entitled with the band name Linkin Park. Before long, loud music was drifting from the speakers.

The music played for a while before Miles turned it off and turned on the radio instead. He started flipping through the different stations, listening to what was on the airwaves and unknowingly feeding the hidden sparkling what was soon to be her passion into her subconscious processor while she still slept.

It was in the dead of night when the sparkling finally woke, still in alt form. Having knowledge that she didn't have before, the newborn sparkling decided to play around with that knowledge, since she naturally curious about it and unaware of the other member that occupied the same room with her. Gaining what control she could while in this other form, the femme sparkling turned the dial that just happened to be the volume up, unknowingly making it louder. When nothing happened, though, she activated what she would soon learn as the play button.

Music played loudly over the speakers, picking up at the beginning of a chorus. Miles awoke with a jerk of surprise as soon as the music started so abruptly, and he vaguely thought with some trepidation that he might have pissed his boxers.

So let mercy come

And wash away

Stumbling out of bed with growing anxiety, Miles heard his father shout for him to turn off that infernal racket at this time of night.

What I've done.

I'll face myself

To cross out what I've become.

Erase myself

And let go of what I've done.

By this time, Miles had made his way over to the CD player and pushed the stop button, but it kept on playing. It was then that he noticed: the CD player's power button wasn't on! So how on Earth could it be playing?! More than a little freaked out, Miles cautiously opened the top to test a theory, and sure enough the CD that he listened to earlier wasn't in there since he took it out when he was through with it. Looking over at the closest outlet, he noticed that the cord that went with his CD player was plugged into the wall, but not connected to the CD player itself! This was just freaking him out more and more.

Put to rest

What you thought of me.

"I thought I told you to turn that infernal racket off for tonight!"

Miles looked over his shoulder and sure enough, his mother and father were standing at his bedroom's doorway, his father being the one who spoke up.

"I'm trying, but something is seriously not right here, Dad!"

Well I clean this slate

With the hands of uncertainty.

So let mercy come

And wash away

What I've done.

"What do you mean, sweet-"

Miles' mother cut off as the family of three stopped what they were doing and watched instead what was happening. Mr. Lancaster was now the closest to the red and yellow CD player since he went to see what was wrong with it, but out of pure fright, the femme sparkling transformed for the first time.

I'll face myself

To cross out what I've become.

What seemed to be tears were dripping down from what looked like to be the eyes of the strange thing. The Lancaster family noticed that it had a feminine look, so the logical conclusion was that it must be a female. Sputters were also coming from it, sounding oh so like hiccups and sobs, much like crying.

Erase myself

Miles couldn't stand it any longer. He didn't want the poor thing to be so scared. Stepping forward slowly and carefully, so that…whatever it was…would know that he meant her no harm. When he reached her, he carefully and tenderly picked the cybernetic being that is his CD player up and cradled her.

And let go of what I've done.

"You don't seriously think of keeping that thing do you?"

Miles looked up at his parents and in a serious voice said, "Yes, I do. I have this feeling that she's here in my care until another time."

His mother smiled and said, "Well she's got to have a name. So, what's it going to be?"

Miles looked down at the stereo in his arms, the red and yellow paint job complimenting each other well and the music still blasting its way through the speakers.

"Blaster. Her name will be Blaster."

For what I've done.

A/N: First chapter done. Lyrics come from Linkin Park "What I've Done". Please review and be nice. If any problems, please refer to a/n in prologue. I also have 2 bunnies up for adoption in my profile and a poll up.