Darkness, that's all you can see. Until a voice, a noble and powerful voice, was heard.

"Before time began. There was… the cube." The voice said.

"We know not where it comes from, only that it holds the power to create worlds, and fill them… with life."

A massive cube, the Allspark, could be seen as it glided in space.

"That is how our race was born. For a time we lived in harmony. But, like all great power. Some wanted it for good… Other's for evil."

"And so began the war. A war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death. And the cube? Was lost to the far reaches of space. We scattered across the galaxy, hoping to find it, and rebuild our home. Searching every star, every world. And just when all hope seemed lost, the message of a new discovery drew us to an unknown planet called… Earth."

The cube was drawn into the earth, crash landing.

"But we were already too late." The voice finished.


"Brandon Henry Witwicky! If you don't wake up right now you're grounded." A voice barged into his room. "I'm up… I'm up." Brandon groaned. "Honey, get ready, Sammy's about to leave with your father." Judy sighed.

Brandon grabbed his watch. "Crap, I'm late!" Brandon jumped out of bed, grabbing fresh clothes. "You need to start waking up on your own, you're a freshman in high school for pete sakes." Brandon's mother scolded.

"I'm sorry, ma. I love you." Brandon ran out and kissed his mom on the cheek. "He left his room a mess." She groaned. "Honestly, Sam needs to look out for him." Judy smiled as she shook her head.

When Brandon ran downstairs, he saw Ron Witwicky, his father and Samual Witwicky, his brother. "Chop chop. Waiting on you." Ron clapped his hands. "Hold on dad." Brandon put on his backpack and slipped on his Jordans.

"Come on." Brandon fist bumped his brother. "You finished the report for History?" Brandon asked. "Yeah, got some cool stuff to show off." Sam jumped in the front seat of Ron's convertible, Brandon tossed his backpack in the back and jumped in.

"So, ready for your new car today?" Brandon asked. "More than ready, you think I'll look good?" Brandon nodded. "Yeah yeah hotshot, you'll look good." Brandon smirked.

Ron started the car and took off. "So, are you going to the lake party?" Sam asked. "Yeah, I don't like parties but Caitlin said she would be there." Sam turned back. "Is this Biology Caitlin? The one you've had a crush on since first grade?" Same asked with a smirk.

"Well, yeah." Brandon blushed. "We've been bestfriends since forever but Ronny is with her." Brandon sighed. "Son, in my experience, true love always has a way of coming together." Ron piped in.

"Is that so?" Brandon murmured as he looked out of the car.

Brandon couldn't help but frown when he remembered that dream last night. What was that?

"Alright, get out and get inside." Ron parked the car in front of school. "Thanks dad." Sam and Brandon got out and walked to the entrance. Before Brandon walked in he stopped and turned around to see a beaten up 1977 Camaro.

"That feels… weird." Brandon thought.


Bumblebee POV

Bumblebee kept an optic on Samuel and Brandon Witwicky, per ordered by Optimus Prime, his leader. He was about to drive away when he saw the boys drive into the school when all of a sudden the other boy stopped.

Bumblebee didn't do anything but Brandon turned to him and stared RIGHT AT HIM!

Bumblebee sighed internally when Brandon shrugged and ran inside.

*Bumblebee to Optimus.* The mech said. *Optimus reporting, what is it?* The same voice from Brandon's dream spoke out.

*I found the boys, I will get myself in his grasps so we don't lose him.* Bumblebee said over comms.

*It is vital that he is with you, the Decepticons will not take long to hunt him down* Bumblebee drove off without saying anything else.


Brandon fell asleep when his class got boring, he was already smart and didn't care. He knew the lesson anyway.

He found himself sitting in a military helicopter, this felt so real though. He was wearing gear and everything. "Oh god, five months of this." A soldier groaned. "Can't wait to get a little taste of home." Brandon looked over to see a bald hispanic man talking. "A plate of mama's gators etouffee." Brandon licked his lips. "Sounds good to me." Brandon mumbled. "You've been talking about barbecued gators and crickets for the last few weeks, I'm never going to your mama's house Fig, I promise." Epps commented. "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby."

"Gators are known to have the most succulent meat" Fig started to speak spanish

"English. English, please." Epps said.

"English, I mean how many times… We don't speak, spanish." Brandon heard himself speak. "WYF?!"

"I told you that." Will Lennox said. "Why you gotta ruin it for me, man? That's my heritage." Fig started speaking Spanish again. "Go with the Spanish, whatever." Lennox said.

"Hey, do you guys remember weekends? Huh, Sox at fenway. Cold hotdog and a flat beer?" Another soldier chewed some gum. "Perfect day." Fig sighed.

"That's a perfect day?" Brandon asked, only to get ignored. It was like they couldn't hear him or see him. "What about you captain? Got a perfect day?" Fig looked at Brandon/Lennox.

"I just wanna hold my baby girl for the first time." Lennox sighed.

"Aww." A few soldiers said. "He's adorable."

"Shut up." Lennox ordered with a smile.

"Can you guys even hear me?" Brandon asked. "Hello?" Brandon tried to move but he couldn't. "Guess I'm gonna have to pull out the big guns." Brandon sucked some air in.

"CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?!" This got Lennox to jump. "Woah, captain, you alright?" Fig asked. "Yeah. Sorry, I thought I heard someone yell." Lennox laid back in his seat, this heat is really getting to him.

"I AM SCREAMING!" The voice yelled again. "What the hell?" Lennox mumbled under his breath. "Who's talking right now? I'm I going crazy?" Lennox asked. "Finally! Been trying to get someone's attention for 5 minutes." Lennox closed his eyes.

"Who are you?" Lennox asked. "Brandon, you?" Brandon said. "Will." Brandon sighed.

"Where am I? I thought I was dreaming." Brandon asked. "Dream?- How old are you, kid?" Lennox asked. "15. I'm a freshman in highschool." lennox sighed. "Are YOU real? Or are you some figment of my imagination?" Lennox asked.

"I was wondering the same thing…" Brandon said. "I'm too tired to deal with this, where are you from, kid?" Lennox asked.

He got no response for a few moments. "I'm waking up Will, hope we talk again, soon." Brandon's voice was gone for the rest of the ride back.


Brandon's head shot up to find his teacher, Mr. Bennet, looking at him. "It seems like you've finally joined us. Go to the office." Brandon groaned as he grabbed his bag. Brandon looked at Caitlin, who gave a disappointed look.

Brandon droned to the office, where he sat there for a few minutes. "Brandon, Mr. Able will see you now." The secretary said, looking at brandon.

"Thanks." Brandon mumbled as he walked to the principal's office. "Mr. Able?" Brandon knocked. "Brandon, sit down." Mr. Able rubbed his temple. "Brandon, this was your last chance, you're a bright kid, alright. I don't like the potential you're wasting by sleeping in class. You could be-" "Great. Yeah I hear it all the time." Brandon sighed.

When will people give him a break?

"Sigh Well, I got a hold of your parents, they're on their way." Brandon groaned. A few moments later, a knock was heard. "That was quick." Brandon sat up straight. "Come in." Mr. Able said, looking to the door.

Ron and Judy Witwicky walked into the office, glaring at their youngest. "Why?" Was all Judy asked.

"I'm sorry, mom." The 15 year old looked down. He may have hated school but he hated disappointing his mom even more.

"You're in big trouble young man." Ron grabbed Brandon's shoulder. "Mr. and Mrs. Witwicky, your son poached his agreement, he fell asleep again and this was the last time he will be suspended till the end of term."

To say Brandon was shocked was an understatement. "WHAT THE HECK?!" Brandon roared. "You said for a week! NOT A WHO TERM!" Brandon was sat back down by his dad.

"Calm down, Brandon." Ron sighed. "Will he be able to register for next year?" Ron asked. "Yes, we value his work here but his lack of motivation ruins it. We would be more than happy to accept him back if he was willing to change his attitude… the next term." Mr. Able looked like he didn't want to be there.

Ron and Judy took their son back home, where he got the biggest scolding of his life.

"…so because of that you will be paying for the other half of Sam's car." Ron growled. "What?! That's not fair! I worked all year for that!" Brandon yelled.

"Well you should have thought of that when you disrespected your teacher and slept every time." Ron rubbed his head.

"Look, Brandon. I'm sorry you don't have any motivation but I can't help you if you don't help me." Ron sighed. "Dad, I don't know why I don't have any motivation, it's like I'm not supposed to be spending my time in school." Brandon said.

"Well we need to pick Sam up and take him to get his car, that's if he has 3 A's." Ron said as they went back to the school a few hours later. \

They parked in front of a bus and waited for a few minutes. Brandon's body tensed up again like it did before school. He looked across the street and found the same yellow Camaro with nobody in it. It felt like it was some different entity all together.

He saw a flash, a bumble bee?

"Yes! Yes, yes." Sam threw his bag at Brandon and sat down. "So?" Ron asked. "A minus, it's still an A." Sam smiled. "Wait, wait, wait. I can't see." Ron moved back to get a better look. "It's an A." Ron stated.

"So I'm good?" Sam asked. "Yeah, you're good." Ron started the car and drove off. Brandon looked in shock when he saw the car start to drive after them.

"So, Brandon got suspended." Ron said bluntly. "Dad." Brandon groaned. "Suspended? How?" Sam asked. "For sleeping in class." Brandon growled. "Ah." Sam sighed. "So as punishment, he's paying the other half instead of me." Ron smiled.

"What?" Sam muttered. "Eh, I can always earn it back." Brandon stated as he opened his notebook and wrote some formulas in it.

"I got a little surprise for you son… yeah a little surprise." Brandon looked and his eyes bulged out of his head. "No no no NO DAD!" Sam yelled happily. "Oh you gotta be kidding me?!" Sam smiled brightly.

"Yeah, I am. You're not getting a Porsche." Ron laughed.

Brandon sighed in relief. "You think that's funny?" Sam asked, upset. "Yeah I think that's funny." Ron continued to laugh.

"What's wrong with you?" Sam growled. "You really think I'd get you a Porsche, for your first car?" Ron stopped laughing.

"I don't wanna speak to you until this thing is over." Sam stated. "Oh come on, lighten up." Ron said as he parked the car.

Sam and I looked around and saw some beaten up cars. "Manny!" A man yelled. "What?!" Manny yelled.

"Get your cousin outta that damn clown suit, havin a heat stroke again! Scaring white folks." Brandon snorted. The three Witwicky's walked over to the man as Sam talked to their dad.

"Here? No no, what is this? You said half a car, not half a piece of crap, dad." Sam complained. "When I was your age, I was happy with 4 wheels and an engine." Brandon chuckled.

"Let me explain something to you, okay?" Sam stopped them. "You ever seen a 40 year old virgin?" Ron nodded. "That's what this is, and this is 50 year old virgin." Brandon just busted out laughing.

"I'm gonna look around." Brandon patted his dad's back. "Don't go too far." Brandon nodded and put his hands in his pockets. "No sacrifice-" "No victory, yeah yeah, the old Witwicky motto." Sam finished.

"Gentlemen, Bobby Bolivia, like the country except without the runs." The man joked.

"How can I help ya?" Bobby asked. "Well my son here is trying to buy his first car." Brandon nodded as he looked at the other cars. "You came to see me?" Bobby put a hand on his own chest.

"I had to." Sam groaned. "That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B." The car salesman shook Sam's hand.

"Sam." Sam introduced himself curtly. "Sam, lemme talk to you." Bobby grabbed Sam by the shoulder and brought him to the open lot.

Brandon turned around to look at the old buggy that caught his eye but he noticed the Camaro again!

"Huh?" Brandon walked over to the car. "If the owner of this car is a spy or something, he's doing an absolutely shit job at it." Brandon put a hand on its hood, where he could have swore it vibrated angrily.

He saw the group walk over to them. Bobby walked around it and Sam walked to the driver's side. "This one's nice, even has racing stripes." Sam stated. "Yeah it's got racing… Yeah, I know nothing about this car." Bobby said, really confused.

Brandon decided not to say anything, there wasn't a license plate on it anyway. Whoever left it can go to hell.

"Manny!" Bobby yelled. "What?!" Manny walked out, holding a rag. "What is this?! This car, check it out." Bobby pointed at the Camaro.

"I don't know boss. I never seen that. That's loco!" Manny yelled. "Don't go Ricky Ricardo on me Manny, find out!" Bobby yelled.

As the two yelled at each other some more, Sam got a feeling for the car, he rubbed the dust off the wheel, which showed a robotic face.

When Brandon saw that, he felt light headed. "What the." Brandon fell to the ground on his butt.


"Autobot's, roll out!" The deep voice said again.


Brandon gasped for air, he looked up to see Sam closing the door. "Hey, you okay?" Sam asked. "Yeah, yeah. I'm okay." Brandon grabbed Sam's hand and was pulled up. "There's a fiesta with racing stripes." Ron pointed at the buggy next to them.

"No, I Don't want a fiesta with racing stripes." Sam groaned as he looked at a snickering Brandon.

Suddenly the door on the other side of the Camaro slammed into the Beetle. "Hey, you alright, Bobby?" Brandon ran over to the Beetle. "Oh ho ho! I'm alright! I can get a sledgehammer and knock this right out. Hey Manny! Get your clown cousin and some hammers and come bang this stuff out baby!" Manny started laughing.

"Greater than man." Brandon turned to the car, hearing its radio turn on, on its own. "What the hell?!" Brandon muttered loudly.

As Brandon walked closer to the car, he heard it talk again. "Get down." Brandon heard a high pitched sound, when all the windows of the cars broke. "Shit!" Brandon yelled.

Glass flew everywhere, but didn't hit anyone. Bobby looked up in horror and turned.

When Bobby found his voice again, he held up four fingers. "Four thousand!" He screeched.


I do not own Transformers, I did this because I wanted to, So enjoy!