Ok, I revised this chapter! I spaced out some of the paragraphs and changed some of the words. ^_^

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Elita One - Thanks! I'll update when I actually get the time to type the chapters up.

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Chapter 1

Once Was Lost but Now is Found

The sun was shining down peacefully on an off white house, which was located on a simple suburban street. Things were quiet around the outside of the house and in neighborhood but inside the house was a different story.

An older teenage boy named Sam Witwicky ran frantically around said house, desperately trying to locate his missing flashlight. What a time to lose such an important item! The small black and silver object was nowhere to be found and he swore that he had just seen it. His curly dark brown hair was disheveled and his eyes were darting back and forth in dismay. Sam continued looking for the object of his hysteria but tears of frustration swelled in his eyes when he couldn't find it.

Everywhere the disgruntled teenager looked was a mess - items were strewn everywhere in his haste to find the accursed object. The teenage boy barely even had time to dress himself properly. His plain white tee was crinkled in several places, not to mention torn along the seam underneath one of his arms, and he had a few stains on his old black jeans. He grabbed his house keys from his wooden dresser as he gave up searching for the flashlight in his room. Maybe it was downstairs.

His graying sneakers were also nowhere to be found...oh wait...he just tripped over them.

"MOM!" he screeched to his mother, who was downstairs, as he scanned the demolished room one last time. His once finely made up bed was literally destroyed; his mattress was upturned on the floor and the dark blue comforter was hanging from the fish tank upon his other desk. One of his collections of comic books was littered across the path to the hallway and his closet was a complete mess!

The shirts were halfheartedly hanging from their hangers and his drawers were halfway out of their cubbies. Sam was lucky that he hadn't banged anything against them yet or else he would have one painful bruise. The teenager ran a hand nervously through his hair yet again as he thought about what his girlfriend, the beautiful Mikaela, would do to him if he was late. The disheveled boy winced with the picture in his head and he started up his searching again but twice has hard. As he was finished with his room he made his way to the top of the stairs, pausing by the hallway closet on his way.

"Where is my flashlight?!" he screeched again, debating about whether he should ram his head into the wall. He might just get an idea for where he left the offending object. The stressed boy thought about it for a few minutes, however, he might loose some of his precious brain cells. He was about to call down to his mother again but he refrained, instead listening for her reply.

He finally heard a muffled reply from the kitchen so he tore down the stairs, almost tripping over his own feet in the process. He entered the kitchen to see his mother, Judy, holding out a camping pack filled with food, drink, and, of course, his missing flashlight. So his mother did have the flashlight after all! He sighed in relief, the vision of an angry girlfriend dissipating from his head as he turned to his Chihuahua, Mojo.

"Mom! Please!" Sam whined, gesturing to the dog. "You're going to make him think he's a girl! Just look at what he's wearing…please." he exclaimed, pulling at his already frizzed hair. He begged his mother to take the clothing from the dog, pointing at the small figure resting on a little doggie bed.

The dog in question was wearing a small pink sweater with fuzzy letters that read 'Mojo'. His blue collar, which clashed horribly with the sweater, had small rhinestones glued to it, sparkling in the sunlight. The frazzled boy sighed as he grabbed the bag from his mother's hands and rushed out the screen door. He was to meet the others at Tranquility Lake for a small camping amongst old friends.

The friends coming were the beautiful Mikaela, who would never miss a party, and Captain Will Lennox and his family, the gentle Sarah and the adorable Annabelle. Sam practically dove into the driver side of his yellow Camero, an Autonomous Robotic Organism who went by the name of Bumblebee. Their tires were screeching as they pulled out of the driveway, showing Bee's excitement as they drove away. Sam sighed in relief as Bumblebee's engine shuddered in amusement.

"Your creators provide much entertainment when one is bored. Your maternal parental unit is most amusing." an intelligent robotic voice commented making Sam scowl slightly. It had been a while since Bee had last spoken so his voice was still slightly hoarse.

"Yeah, but you don't have to live with them every single day." Sam replied, flattening out his hair and reached over to his pack. He fished around and pulled out a bag of munchies.

"Those are supposed to be for the campsite, Sam. You don't want to spoil your appetite." Bee reminded him as he slid the driver's seatbelt around Sam's waist. The teenager playfully glared at the steering wheel, shoving more of the chips into his mouth.

"Hey. I'm a growing boy. I need food." he said while chewing the food at the same time. He spraying little bits while he talked and was lucky that he didn't actually choke on the little bits still in his mouth. Sam rolled his eyes as Bee tightened the seatbelt in jest and playfully smacked the armrest in retaliation. Bee laughed at his friend's antics and continued to drive along the road. Soon enough they pulled up beside Tranquility Lake; the others were already there.

Besides Bumblebee there were several other Autobots present. Included in the group was Optimus Prime, the Autobot's Commanding Officer, who posed as a giant blue semi with a red flamed decal. Sam jumped out of Bee, allowing him the luxury of transforming into his bipedal robot mode. Bee was one of the shorter Autobots, at least a good ten feet shorter than his leader, with a yellow paint job and black racing stripes. He sported a rather interesting face plate with the brightest blue optics you have ever seen. Although he recovered his voice he still has the habit of crooning when trying to bring comfort.

The gorgeous Mikaela hugged her boyfriend as he drew near, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as he slid one of his own arms around her waist. He used this time to relish the thought of such a beauty as his girlfriend, closing his eyes and praising whatever god that had helped him. He looked her up and down, drinking in the light reflecting off her tanned skin. She was wearing a light blue belly shirt with a jean mini skirt. She was also wearing some tan sandals that strapped up her legs - an almost Romanesque style. Her long and curly black hair was tied up in a bun with some strands framing her round face.

"Come on, Sam. The Autobots are clearing the campsite since the storm knocked down some trees. It was a pretty bad one." she said, pulling him to where the others were gathered.

The first one they came across was Hound. He was a skinny and lanky forest green Autobot, who also served as a scout alongside Bumblebee, and was overseeing Ironhide's project in moving trees. Hound was a gentle, nature loving mech and he scolded Ironhide whenever he dropped or harmed one of the trees.

The large mech who was with him, on the other hand, was the weapons specialist; he was tall and had a huge, almost bulking, black frame. He had two rather large cannons on either of his wrists and doubtlessly had more stored away in subspace.

Next was Wheeljack, another tall mech who was the resident scientist and inventor. He was busy pitching some tents along with Ratchet, the Commanding Medical Officer. Wheeljack's mouth was covered by a mask but you could tell when he talked because the twin fins on either side of his face flashed with each word. He also had a tendency to make any of his experiments explode rather often; it was almost like a daily thing.

Ratchet was a very tall mech, although he was still at least a head shorter than Optimus, with broad shoulders and was a green-yellow in color. He was taller than Bumblebee and around the same height as Ironhide. Don't let his demeanor intimidate you, though, he's a big softie at spark.

Mikaela then led Sam to Optimus' spot near two already set tents. One was for the Lennox family while the other was for the two teenagers. Optimus was the first one to spot the two young humans since the others were busy completing their assigned tasks. He kneeled down the their height and smiled at the two, bright blue optics twinkling happily.

"Greetings Sam and Mikaela. We are almost finished here so it will not be long before you can relax." he said in a deep voice that reverberated throughout the campsite. Will and Sarah waved to the two teenagers before setting back to cooking and taking care of little Annabelle.

"Hey, Optimus? Can we go for a hike?" Mikaela asked, sending a sly look toward Sam who immediately caught on to the idea. Ratchet turned to look at the humans, running several medical scans on them before he nodded his head in approval.

"Your core body temperatures are normal and your fatigue levels are low. It is safe for you to go into the forest." he said, turning back to his work with Wheeljack. Mikaela smiled as she grabbed her boyfriend's hand, turning to go down the nearest path they could find. Soon they found one, hidden from normal sight in the underbrush, that led deep into the forest.

Mikaela ventured into the forest first, mainly because Sam was being a chicken and she was excited, and held the brush aside for her spazztastic boyfriend. Her naturally tanned skin shone in the setting sunlight as she started too climb over a pile of rocks. She whistled since she was impressed with the height; she winced, not wanting to know what would happen if she were to fall over the edge and into the ravine far below.

"I never knew that this path was here before. The brush must have covered it up." Mikaela commented, picking her way through the foliage surrounding the worn trail. Sam followed like a little lost puppy, pushing his now damp and matted hair from his forehead. He trailed behind a bit, wheezing, until he heard the muffled gasp of his girlfriend.

Panic flared up within Sam's chest; his heart pounded furiously and was fueled by fear. The teenager ignored his fatigue as he crashed through the underbrush, finding Mikaela hanging onto the lower branch of a tree. She smiled back at him and motioned to the scene below, as they were standing at the top of a rather tall, and steep, cliff. The sun was almost set and it melded into various shades of red, violet, and orange.

"Sam...its so beautiful." she sighed happily as he wrapped his arms around her midsection. She leaned back into his toned yet not muscular chest and sighed. She played with the leaves on the tree a bit before turning and leaning in for a kiss. They continued kissing for a while before stopping, sitting on the edge of the cliff, and hanging their legs over the edge.

Sam was about to make a comment but was interrupted by a somewhat faint noise. He stopped and listened for the noise again, jumping slightly when they heard the noise again, only louder. They looked around quizzically before Mikaela looked over the edge of the cliff. Sam followed her example and looked over the edge as well, only not leaning over as far in fear of falling over the edge. They squinted through the now impending darkness before they heard a faint voice calling for help. The noise echoed but seemed to be coming from the very bottom of the ravine.

"Oh my gosh, Sam! Someone fell over the edge! They're probably injured from the fall…" Mikaela gasped in horror, tugging on his shirt urgently and pointing down into the ravine.

"Stay here. I-I mean...I'll get Ratchet. Yeah! I'll get Ratchet! He'll be able to help them." he stammered as he dashed back down the path, waving his arms around and screaming. When he finally pushed through the last of the foliage he had acquired several scratches on his face; there were also several twigs sticking out of his, once again, disheveled hair.

"Ratchet!" Sam screeched as he emerged from the forest. He almost tripped when he came to the open campsite, coming to a full stop in front of Sarah. She looked at him, concerned etched onto her face.

"Sam? Is everything alright?" she asked, pushing a couple of blonde strands of hair behind her ear. Her husband looked up from his work; he was feeding Annabelle a snack of mashed carrots.

"Maybe you should lie down. Where's Mikaela?" she asked placing a hand on Sam's forehead, checking for a sign of illness. The action gained enough attention from her husband that he tuned into their conversation, looking at Sam with an eyebrow raised. He knew that Sam and Mikaela were almost always stuck together like glue and that when they were separated was an odd sight.

"Never mind that! Where's Ratchet?! I need to talk to him." he panted, running a hand through his hair, and pulling out the twigs. He looked around, frantically searching for the Autobot Chief Medical Officer. Finally, he spotted him talking with Wheeljack, who was trying to persuade him to try out his new cloaking invention. Ratchet, who was adamantly refusing, stopped in mid sentence, turning instead to Sam. He momentarily froze at his ragged appearance but soon regained his senses as he strode over, picking the teenager up and running a medical scan on his body.

"Both your heart rate and your anxiety level have increased to dangerous levels. Where is young Mikaela? Wasn't she with you when you went traipsing off into the forest?" the yellow-green search and rescue vehicle asked, searching for the tan skinned female. Wheeljack was watching the two intently, concerned for the wellbeing of the young human female.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you people...ah...mechs! In the forest! Something needs help! Mikaela is staying with the inured person!" Sam rambled on. By this time the other humans and Autobots had gathered around the babbling teenager to see what the problem was. He rambled on, unaware of the annoyed glances of the others.

"Sam!!" Ironhide bellowed, catching the young teen off guard. Sam blinked for a few minutes, shaking his head. He cowered somewhat from the harsh look the great black mech was giving him, deciding that he should try to make more sense.

"Ratchet! Mikaela and I were watching the sun set on a cliff when we heard a weird noise." he explained, almost completely out of breath from his incessant rambling. Ratchet nodded for him to continue as the other Autobots leaned in closer to hear what had the teenager so upset.

"We looked around to see what the noise was but we couldn't spot anything. Then Mikaela looked over the edge and gasped. I wanted to see what it was, too, so of course I looked over the edge as well." Sam paused for a few moments, trying to regain his breath. Optimus had a thoughtful look on his face as Sam continued, the panicky edge back in his voice.

"We saw the outline of a body! Or…well she saw the outline of a body… which means that someone must have fallen over the cliff's edge during the storm!" the brown haired teen shouted. Ratchet's facial plates completely changed at once from annoyed to concerned as he turned to his leader.

"What are your orders, Sir?" the Chief Medical Officer asked, itching to save the life Sam mentioned. He couldn't help it for it was in his nature as a medic. Optimus' bright blue optics hardened into a determined gleam, the sharp color contrasting with the darkness of the night. He looked around at all the Autobots present: Wheeljack, Bumblebee, Hound, Ratchet, Ironhide, and himself.

"Wheeljack, stay behind and prepare an emergency first aid center with Sarah and Will. Hound will help us navigate through the forest with his superior tracking systems and Sam will lead us to the cliff where Mikaela is waiting." he stated with authority, standing to his full height.

"Our robot forms are too bulky to make it through the thick foliage so we will travel in our holoforms. Ironhide, Bumblebee, and I will clear away any rocks down and at the cliff's bottom. Ratchet will use his medical knowledge to rescue the human when we get to the cliff. Understood?" Optimus asked his friends. A chorus of nods and shouts of 'yes sir!' were heard around the circle as he nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright then. Autobots, MOVE OUT!" he commanded, transforming and activating his holoform: a man who looked to be in his mid thirties with short brown hair, somewhat graying at the roots, and the shocking blue eyes of an Autobot soldier. His holoform was wearing a plain white polo shirt and comfortable jeans, complete with black shoes and a red flamed leather jacket. His face sported multiple worry lines as he turned to his companions.

Bumblebee, being the youngling that he was, had straw colored hair, pushed slightly to the side and spiked with gel. A gentle smile adorned his face which contrasted with his Metallica tee and Kakhi shorts. Sam had introduced him to the human band Metallica and he became quite interested in some of their songs. He wore ninja sandals and black sweatbands with red heartagrams on them. He was quite the little skater boy if you looked deep enough.

Next was Ironhide who had military cropped black hair and his electric blue eyes seemed to glow as he looked around, getting used to the feel of his holoform once again. It had been some time since he used it last. He wore a dark green muscle shirt, just to show off his bulging muscles, and green camouflage cargo pants tucked into black military combat boots. He had several nasty scars along his broad shoulders and muscled arms, traveling up his back and ending on his neck.

Ratchet's holoform appeared and stepped past Optimus with an impatient look on his weary face. He left his tanned medical coat behind but still had on his gray polo and Kakhi dress pants. His black loafers matched the small framed glasses that sat upon his nose while pale yellow hair hung into his eyes. It was slightly spiked, like Bee's, but hung past his chin. His bangs, however, had small tints of green, matching the paint of his vehicle form.

Hound's holoform rushed after him, his green jacked discarded with Ratchet's coat. He also wore a green muscle shirt but wore brown cargo pants with multiple pockets. They were tucked into a pair of cowboy boots with steel toes, matching his short cut, gelled brown hair.

"Hurry!" Ratchet all but demanded from the other Autobots. He grabbed Sam's arm gently but hastily as they made their way back to Mikaela, who was almost in tears.

"I found out that the voice belonged to a girl...but she might be delusional." Mikaela told Ratchet, nervously fiddling with the bottom of her midriff top. Ratchet immediately rushed over the cliff face, his eyes searching for any type of outline that Sam described. He grunted in annoyance, peering through the inky blackness of the night but couldn't make out any figures.

He activated his primary sensors, the only sensors that would work this far away from his original body, and scanned the surrounding area. What his sensors showed startled the old medic as he ran a hand through his hair, an act he picked up from Sam and Mikaela and often used it when he was bewildered.

"Optimus... This is something I have never encountered before." he started, gaining the attention of the other Autobots plus Sam and Mikaela. Once he was sure that he had the others' attention he continued.

"I scanned the surrounding area to tell me where exactly the human female was but I don't think that she's completely human. Something on her body is in a shape that humans do not have on theirs." he concluded. The others stared at him for a second before Mikaela got an interesting look on her face. She looked back and forth between the Autobots and the cliff before promptly bursting into tears. This wasn't normal so the group knew that something beyond the ordinary was about to happen.

"That explains everything! I thought she was just delusional but she's not! She's afraid of humans. When I called out to her she begged me to go away and let her suffer alone in peace! She must have been treated horribly by humans at some point in her life." she exclaimed, wiping furiously at her now bloodshot eyes. Optimus stared at her hard before switching his gaze to Ratchet.

"I will not let any kind of living being, whether they be human, Autobot, or other suffer. Ironhide, Hound, clear a way down. Bumblebee, stay here and let us know if anything changes back at camp. Ratchet…prepare for any retaliation. We may look like humans, the one thing that the girl fears, but we are not going to let her die!" Optimus said, eyes set with determination only a born leader could possess.

Everyone nodded their consent as Ironhide started moving various boulders out of the way with ease. Even in his holoform he still retained the strength of his bipedal robot mode. Soon they made it half way down the steep slope before Ratchet heard a fit of violent coughing. He paused, searching for the direction the coughing was coming from. He winced, it was a wet kind of cough, the kind of cough that meant some sort of internal bleeding.

"Hurry up!" Ratchet hissed, impatience clearly evident on the medic's face. Hound joined Ironhide in clearing away the rubble and Optimus joined soon after. Ratchet had pulled out his flashlight from the his portable med-kit and was looking around for the source of the violent coughing; he was now too far to use any of his scanners.

"Hello? We've come to help you!! Can you tell us where you are?" Ratchet yelled, scanning the area again. He blanched, the vitals of the girl was getting dangerously low and if he didn't get her back to the camp she wouldn't make it through the night. The medic had to resort to using his internal scanners, using his energy to send sonar-like waves in a concentrated area.

He was about to press on but he heard a faint moan, not too far from where he was. He whipped around, shouting to the others, and started climbing along the rocks. Soon he finally came to the source of the whimpering, buried beneath more of the rubble and a fallen tree.

Optimus approached the tree cautiously, taking the flashlight from Ratchet's slightly quivering hands. The Autobot Commander shone the light on the tree, exposing the massive amount of blood on the ground that stained it a deep red color.

"No...go away..." a melodiously sweet voice pleaded. The sound of such a sweet voice in so much pain nearly broke the two mechs' sparks. Ratchet stepped forward, motioning to Ironhide and Hound to move the fallen tree to the side. They did so, revealing a sight that none of them were expecting. The body of a young girl was lying, half crushed by the debris around her.

"No more torture...go away...wretched humans..." she managed to gasp as Ratchet and the others slowly inched toward her. It would have been assumed that she was delirious but the heated gaze in her eyes told he seasoned medic otherwise. Her left arm was clutching a gash on her stomach, much of the blood gushing out of the wound. Her right one was caught under a quite large branch.

Both legs were bruised badly while more blood dripped from a gash on her forehead. When she saw Ratchet she shied away, managing to free her arm but something seemed to have caught on the back of her shirt. She stopped struggling and, much to the Autobots' distress, collapsed on her injured side. Hound was facing the girl's back as he noticed something peculiar about her shirt. He inched forward to gain a better view and what he saw was clearly outstanding.

"Optimus...there's something you should see." Hound stated in a kind of shocked stupor, gaining the attention of the Autobots and the girl.

"I think I know why she's not human." he state quite plainly, pointing to the two fairly large, and obviously injured, crimson wings upon her back. The girl scooted back as much as she could in her pained state as the others processed the information.

"Please don't hurt me." she whimpered, bringing up her uninjured arm to protect her face. Ratchet was stunned, eyes widening in shock as his face softened. He leaned forward, hugging the girl softly.

"Never. I would never dream of harming you or another innocent living soul." he whispered as the girl opened her eyes, letting them see her silver irises. She smiled slightly but the smile was gone as quickly as it came as another coughing fit shook her frail frame. Blood stained her lips as she brought a hand to her mouth, trying to choke back a quiet sob. Her silver eyes met Ratchet's blue ones again as she tried to smile, closing her eyes for a moment.

"You're Autobots aren't you?" she stated plainly, startling them even more. Her eyes started to close again as yet another violent coughing fit racked through the silence of the night.

"I can see it in your eyes...and…you have a certain presence around you. It makes me feel…safe." she whispered as she slumped into Ratchet's arms.