Disclaimer : I don't own it. I only own my sparkling Odette.

Note : I can not get over the OC-enters-Transformers-universe storyline and causes mayham. Sorry if me doing these things annoys you. -.-' I just write whatever I have the muse for.

Yay! Time to write!

Summary: A girl wakes up after a car accident to find herself in the body of a baby Cybertronian. Rightfully so, she thinks she's in a coma at the hospital, so she doesn't take it too seriously. It's a nice dream to be smothered by fictional characters in her head. However, months go by and she has a serious problem. She isn't waking up.

What is she going to do, with a family of giant robots and soldiers?

Chapter 00: Before the story begins.

By: Evilpinklolli

Love can be simple. A response to an action. A chemical release. Love can be mistaken for obsession. Love can hurt. Love is addictive.

Even a god can love.

And even a god can make the mistake of loving someone, to the point of obsession. To become addicted. What a person will do for love is remarkable. What a god will do for love, can be, without a doubt, terrifying.

The smoke burned everything; her eyes, her nose, even her hair. Her skin was on fire. A painful buzzing noise was in her head, and the pounding of her heart made her face red.

It took her opening her eyes to notice she was upside down. Her body was shaking like she was cold even though her belly was hot. She looked up. The ground, or maybe the top of the car, it was so dirty she couldn't tell which one, was a couple inches from her head. It hurt, moving her neck.

love can hurt. It can cause unnecessary pain.

"I mean come on! I don't ask for a lot. Just this one time. Just once!" she knew she sounded horrible, whining like this. However, she really did want to do it. It was a thrill like nothing else. She wanted to prove it to herself, that she could if she had the chance. She put her feet on the dashboard and scowled at her mother.

"Yea, and I know you. It's never just once, and it's never just a little." She was getting the busy tone. Adam must still be in his conference call.

"Are you serious! I'm not a kid anymore, I can handle it. It's just once!"

"Just once? It's skydiving! You only have to do it once! " she started to type a text, " I said no."

It was so dark outside. Wasn't the sun just out? The orange light of the back blinkers kept illuminating the inside of the car. The area was covered in smoke and the smell of gasoline was thick.

She grabbed her seat belt and tugged, only to find it wouldn't unclasp. She was covered in glass. She tugged harder. A desperate whine left her lips as she started to yank at the belt. The adrenaline was starting to kick in as well as the panic.

Her arms shot up above her head, the glass and twisted metal of the car digging into her palms. She was breathing fast and wheezing, her chest expanding, but she found she still couldn't breath. She pushed hard, even though it hurt her chest. It didn't budge.

"Help!" Her voice croaked. "Help, ...Somebody!"

She twisted her torso in her seat, but the seatbelt still held painfully tight to her waist.

"Help! Hey, somebody!" She was going hoarse.

Her hands dragged across the ground feeling glass and metal and grass. She was pushing and searching for something. She twisted her body completely around desperately in the attempt to get out, until she noticed some hair across the car.

An addiction can destroy even the greatest potential. Driving the greatest minds to insanity. One that is constant, ever lasting, is the worst. There is no cure for eternity.

"No, no, no, no." Her mom was retyping her dad's number into her phone. Looking back and forth between the road and the object in her hand.

"But whyyyy!" She shifted in her seat to show her aggravations "Dad did it."

"I said no! And I don't care." She put the phone up to her ear, hearing it ring, "We're going Home. If you keep this up You're not going to get any-"

The sound of crunching metal and squealing breaks. Her mother turned the wheel too hard and overreacted.

Her mom was now located in the back, half in the back seats and her legs twisted at an odd angel in the crushed trunk. One of her eyes were open, the other wasn't. Her face didn't look right. It was swollen, discolored, bloody. She didn't look like her mother.

"Mom! Mommy, mommy," She yanked at the seatbelt and let out a shrill squeal. "Mom, The," She was scratching at her belt. "The phone, mom the phone, where's the phone."

Her mom didn't move, her eye didn't blink. She was getting light headed.

"Mom give me the phone." She beat the ground desperately, tunnel vision setting in. " I can. I can use the phone to call 911. I can use the phone and call for help. The phone, mom give me the phone. Mommy give me the phone." She screeched as her nails dug into the ground, her head hurt so much.

"Mom, the phone!" She beat the ground twice as hard as she could. It remained still, the only thing making sound was her hands ranking across the ground. She started to cry then, to sob loudly.

"Help!"

"Somebody, Anybody!"

Before she blacked out she swore she heard someone there, outside the window. They said it was going to be alright, that they had her.

Odette whined, letting the darkness take her.

Love will do anything to exist.

Love is like a parasite.

It twisted its' arm out, grabbing into the darkness. The cool air did nothing to soothe the burning heat radiating from it. It was like it was on fire, the only source of heat and light in the nothingness. It didn't want to be alone anymore.

It couldn't be alone anymore. It was going to steal the thing it loved back.

"Don't worry. I'll get you out of there. Everything is alright. I've got you."

It purred at its love's whine, letting her settle into its' bosom. Where she belonged, in the darkness. Where she was going to stay.

Oh, creepy. Up next, chapter one!

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Written : 11/15/11

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