Okay, just decided to get the prologue out of the way before I decided to start the actual story. Just so you know, the prologue takes place more than a year after the story starts. And yes, Lindsay knows Sideswipe and this is a story detailing before, how and after they meet. And if the prologue doesn't make sense, it will later. Much later.

Believe it or not, Lindsay is just an ordinary teenager who goes through life changing experience in this fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. Only Lindsay and the other characters you don't recognize in either the books or movies.

Chapter One

(September 2007)

Lindsay Phoenix crammed in as many binders as her locker would allow her to in irritation. She had been in a bad mood the day before when she came home from school, ignoring her mother's calls of not to slam the door but she did so anyways slamming not only the front door but her bedroom door as well. It didn't deteriorate by the time her mother called her down for dinner and when her younger sister in junior high decided to make some smart comment, Lindsay had snapped and told her to shut the hell up. This earned her a 'finish your dinner and we'll talk about it later' from her mother and as soon as all of the food on her plate was gone, she had stomped up to her room and slammed her door as hard as she could knowing that this would further serve to annoy her mom.

Her mood carried over to the next day and Lindsay was taking out her pent up anger on her books.

Unfortunately, it was getting harder on projecting her anger on the inanimated objects that were used for her education. There seemed to be some sort of commotion going on in the hallway if the group of students crowding around someone or something was anything to go by. Lindsay spotted several people wearing similar jackets and recognized it as the uniform jackets that the Tranquility High football jocks wore.

She wasn't intentionally prejudiced or anything but whenever the jocks were involved with what looked like a fight, it wasn't usually a good sign for the unfortunate person who they set their sights on.

Slamming her locker (she seemed to be doing a lot of slamming lately) and snapping on the lock, Lindsay walked toward the circle of onlookers and shoved her way through. Ignoring the grunts of 'hey!' and dirty looks she got, she finally made it to the middle.

Her suspicions were correct. The jocks were picking a fight.

Standing in the middle and surrounded by the students who had come to see someone getting their face pounded in was a gawky looking boy she recognized as Sam Witwicky.

Lindsay didn't engage in gossip but it was hard not to know about him.

A majority of the student body had been shocked when popular girl Mikaela Banes had dumped equally popular football player Trent Demarco for geeky and awkward Sam Witwicky, who apparently had ran away from a cop on his mother's bicycle. His mother's pink and girly bicycle.

The story had greatly amused Lindsay and her opinion of Mikaela sky rocketed. She knew that working against the popular crowd pretty much made your high school life miserable but Mikaela chose to foresake what made her the envy of a lot of the girls and left Trent for Sam. What resulted was Mikaela's drop from the top of the social hiearchy and Sam the target of Trent and his jock friends.

And now Trent had cornered Sam and the expression on his face seemed to say that he was going to savour each beating he gave the other boy.

Not if she had anything to say about it.

Sam gulped, his eyes moving side to side as he tried to find an opening in the circle of people. Unfortunately, he knew that he would only be pushed back into the middle to face Trent.

Gulping again, Sam watched Trent pounding his fist and grinning as he did so. The first day back at school, the football player had come up to him and threatened him. Mikaela had been there at the time and it was because of her that he backed off while shooting venemous glares in Sam's direction that said it wasn't over.

When Trent came back to verify his threat, he brought his friends along.

Great.

"Any last words, Witwinkle?" Trent snarled.

Numerous words rolled into Sam's head as he did have a lot of things to say to the jock. But while his mind was working on over drive, his mouth just opened and clamped shut on him.

Last summer he had faced off against a transforming robot alien hell intent on getting the Allspark, an alien artifact shaped like a cube that could create new life in anything electronic. With Megatron out for his blood, Sam did everything in his power to keep the cube away from him. He knew that if the Decepticon leader got his hands on the Allspark, Earth and the rest of the universe would have been doomed. And even though he had saved the world, doing what practically every hero worshipping fan would have killed to do, he was still scared of the star football player of Tranquility high.

"Um... uh... not really." Sam stammered as he started backing away.

Trent's fist flew towards his face and Sam ducked, falling onto his knees before quickly scrambling away from his attacker.

He stood up, some what breathless as he watched Trent turn towards him again, growling.

Sam's mind had blanked when he saw the other boy attacking him, but he still managed to avoid the oncoming fist. He vaguely wondered if his increased instincts had anything to do with the 'running for his life from Megatron' regime he had been forced to take in Mission city. It definitely involved a lot of ducking since he had to avoid having his head smashed in my flying debris. And he knew that before Mission city, Trent would have smashed his face in then when he first threw that punch.

Trent threw another punch and Sam ducked again; this time not falling on his knees as he got as far away from the jock as he could.

Sam could hear the whispers of the other students but he ignored them as he concentrated on Trent. He knew he wasn't getting any where by just ducking and avoiding the blows thrown at him but facing off against a murderous robot that was close to thirty feet tall was a lot different than going up against a jock closer to his height. With the robot, you tried to avoid his blows instead of fighting back with everything you had. And the only way he could think of to get Trent to back off was if he beat him up to the point he couldn't fight any more.

He snorted. Yeah right, like that was going to happen.

"Stay still!" Trent ground out when Sam avoided his fist for the fourth time.

Sam would have laughed at his opponent's frustration if he wasn't being hustled closer by the anxious crowd. Several students were rooting for him while others urged Trent to continue. A majority of them just kept silent and watched.

"Yeah... I would... but then you'd punch me so... no." Sam felt his throat go dry at those words. Crap. Why couldn't his lips just keep shut?

"You're dead Wetwicky!"

"It's Witwicky, actually." Sam automatically corrected him before wincing.

Before he could move out of the way again, he felt someone grab the back of his shirt and jerk him backwards. Sam tried to pull away but whoever grabbed him was keeping a firm grip. There were several guffaws and Sam assumed that whoever had a hold on him had to be one of Trent's friends.

Trent was now advancing on him, smirk on his face.

Closing his eyes Sam prayed to God, Buddha, Mohammed, Primus and whatever other deity existed in the universe that his beating would be over with that he wouldn't be in too much pain.

But whatever he expected didn't come. He heard a swoosh which was followed by a grunt and then something falling onto the ground with a thud.

Sam opened one eye to see if Trent was going to punch him to find the athlete's back turned towards his head. He was rubbing the back of his head and facing someone else.

"Mind your own freaking business, Phoenix!" Trent growled at the person.

"What, so you can send people into traction?" the person replied.

Sam blinked. The person who was standing up to Trent and saving his hide was a girl?

"What goes on between Wetwinky and me has nothing to do with you!"

"Like hell. You're attempting to beat him up in the hallway you stupid idiot." she paused. "And it's Witwicky dumbass."

Feeling the grip on his shirt loosen a bit, Sam tugged away hard to try and get a better look at his saviour. The person was a girl with light brown hair and blue eyes, her gaze currently burning a hole into Trent.

"So what?" Trent's expression was openly ugly and his mouth was twisted into a snarl.

"Mikaela probably dumped you because she realized how much of a testosterone fueled jerk you were. Have you realized that or is it too much to get through to that thick head of yours?" Lindsay said, standing her ground and glaring back at Trent. Through the grape vine, she heard the jock call his former girl friend a 'bunny'.

Sam Witwicky seemed to be doing fine on his own until one of his goons had grabbed him and forced him to stay in place. She hadn't planned on interfering but when Carter Lukes snatched Sam by his shirt, she threw the textbook she had accidentally brought to the fight at the back of Trent's head to distract him.

Trent Demarco was used to getting his way through intimidation. Sure, he was taller and more muscular than her but Lindsay knew that one well aimed punch in the gut would do him in.

But before a fight could break out, the school bell rang shrilly.

Everyone who was watching the fight seemed to snap out of a daze as they started heading towards their classes. Trent remained a bit longer, throwing nasty glances at Lindsay and then Sam before stomping off with his entourage.

Lindsay's glare remained even when Trent turned away from her in disgust with his friends throwing dirty looks at either her or Sam, but mostly her.

Sighing, she turned towards Trent's to be victim.

"You okay?" she asked.

He seemed shaky, but other wise fine. "Y-yeah. Thanks for that back there. Not a lot of people can stand up to Trent."

"I know."

Sam stared at her, squinting his eyes as if he'd seen her before. Not surprising since they went to the same school and were in the same grade; in fact, they had been in the same history class the year before.

"Wait, Phoenix?" He said, stating her last name.

Lindsay knew what was coming and sighed, folding her arms across her chest as she waited. "Yes?"

"Phoenix... as in you're related to Chief of Police Phoenix?"

"Yes." Lindsay smiled. "I'm related to him. He's my dad."

Sam looked horrified which confused her. As far as she knew, Sam was one of the good kids who didn't drink, race down the roads at three digit miles per kilometer and he didn't do drugs-

-oh.

"You're the one who did Mojo, right?"

"They were pain killers!" Sam threw his hands up into the air. "They were my dog's pain killers and the only reason it said Mojo on the bottle is because that's my dog's name! I'm not a crack head!"

The brunette covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to laugh out loud. "Is that why you rode your mother's bicycle trying to get away from a cop?"

Sam spluttered, wanting to say something but having no idea what to say.

"C'mon! I mean-" he stopped when he saw Lindsay waving away his words.

"It's fine. Like you said before, you obviously don't get high. And anyways, my dad doesn't know who the rogue cop who chased you was. It was definitely not any of the Tranquility cops. And definitely not Officer Jackson."

"Officer Jackson?"

"He was the officer who interrogated and accused you of doing 'Mojo'."

"Oh."

This has actually got to be the longest chapter I've ever written. And it took me a day and a half, yay!

Okay, I hope that I didn't make Sam seem too wimpy or anything. I added the dodging and running away from Trent as a last addition since he did a lot of that in the first movie. But while Trent is less intimidating than Megatron, I still can't picture Sam going up to him and trying to beat him into submission, hence the dodge and get away thing.

And how was my portrayal of Trent? I didn't want him to seem like the stereotypical jock but I also wanted to dabble in it a little too. As for his getting Sam's name wrong, he does it on purpose.

Just so you know, this isn't going to be my only new story. I'm going to be working on a 'Transformer fan suddenly find themselves in Transformer universe' because it seems like fun. I'm going to add in a few twists though, so hopefully you'll be surprised.