Oh. My. Gosh. I am so sorry!! My brain seriously has not been functioning over the past few weeks/months. Go ahead and yell at me. I deserve it.
For the first part, I used the song "The Dance" by Garth Brooks to get into the sad feeling to type it. Thank you Katanagirl16 for recommending it!
Still don't own Transformers. Or Garth Brooks. XD
Enjoy =)

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Chapter One

September 29, 2008

Why did this happen?

Valerie clutched the four bouquets of Forget-Me-Nots closer to her chest as she made her way down the gravelly path.

How did this happen?

Slowly and delicately, the twelve year old placed the bunches of baby blue flowers in front of each of the four gravestones. She stepped back and just stared at the graves, feeling completely numb.

How could this happen?

Val quietly murmured the engraved words and dates on the headstones to herself. "Ronald Witwicky; February 26, 1960 - September 24, 2008. Judy Witwicky; June 4, 1960 - September 24, 2008. Samuel Witwicky; June 11, 1990 - September 24, 2008. Mikaela Banes; May 16, 1990 - September 24, 2008." The teen bit her quivering lip and drew in a deep breath of the cemetery's stale air. It smelled like musty dirt. The four people she loved the most, all suffering horrible fates, all dead. Tears began to well up in her cinnamon colored eyes as she knelt next to the first two markers. Val lightly stroked the tops of each slab of marble, her heart wrenching in agony. "Hey Uncle Ron; Aunt Judy. I brought you both some flowers. I thought you might like them, since you loved your yard and garden so much." Both deceased due to the house fire. The teen wiped a tear from her cheek and moved to the second set of graves. "Hi Sam. Hi Mikaela," she murmured, her bottom lip trembling even more. "I miss you guys so much. It... It hurts..." Both murdered. Val covered her face with her hands and tried to bite back the sobs. Their deaths had hit her the hardest. Sam and Mikaela were her best friends, her siblings, her advisers. They helped Val overcome all obstacles, including her mother' and father's deaths when she moved to Tranquility in the fall of 2007. Brokenhearted and confused, Sam and Mikaela quickly took Val under their wings, giving her all the comfort they could. They were her backbone, her only support, and now they were gone.

She had the horrifying burden of witnessing their demise. The teen gazed at the gravestones, a deep pain coming from within her chest, and closed her eyes. The memory of the couple getting hit by the lethal silver car suddenly sparked in her mind, replaying over and over again. Sam and Mikaela's bloody corpses rolling off the car's hood, leaving deep red splatters on the silver paint. Their faces were frozen with expressions of horror...

Val quickly opened her brown oculars and realized she was crying. She sniffled and wiped her face with her shirt's sleeve. 'No crying,' she thought, scolding herself. 'You've got to be strong.' The teen glanced over her shoulder at the sunny Camaro parked just a few yards away. She couldn't help but crack a half-hearted grin; it looked so out of place in the gloomy cemetery. With a tight smile, Val turned to face Sam's grave and said, "Thanks for passing your car down to me, Sam. I promise to take extra good care of it."

"Are you ready to go, Val?"

With one last pat on the grave, Val stood up and solemnly made her way back to the golden yellow sports car and her new foster father.

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June 3, 2012

"Why don't you drive your Lamborghini? Or your Tesla Roadster?"

Val raised a single finely waxed eye brow before sliding on her aviator sunglasses. "Because neither are golden yellow with black stripes or Camaros," she stated, grabbing the keys from the dusty workbench in the garage. Tony Stark sighed and shook his head as he watched his adopted daughter get into the Camaro."I swear you're attached to that thing," he mumbled to himself. "Don't you want to give it a break?" Val giggled and patted the dashboard. "Are you concerned that my car is tired? I'm pretty sure my baby can handle a few laps around the track," she said with a smirk. Tony stepped back from the car, still shaking his head. "Fine; go. Just don't crash. Oh, and if you need anything, I'll probably be in my lab. Just remember to knock before you just come in," he grumbled, leaving out the 'or else' at the end. Val flashed him with a thumbs up before rolling up the car window and taking off down the Stark mansion's driveway.

The seventeen year old sunk deeper into her seat and switched on the radio. Seventeen Forever by Metro Station started flowing out of the speakers. She started bobbing her head to the beat, smiling when she saw the speedometer hit 100 mph.

Racing was definitely one of Val's favorite hobbies. The adrenaline rush and thunderous rumbling of car engines was exhilarating. That, and the fact that she got to drive cars that were worth more than most people could earn in ten years. Yeah, it was definitely a favorite.

Tony Stark's personal racing circuit slowly came into view. Some kind of car was circling the track at incredible speeds. Val squinted her eyes, trying to figure out who was on the track. She turned down the stereo and rolled her window down, straining to hear mystery car's engine. A soft purring sound filled the interior of the Camaro. "Audi R8," she murmured to herself, rolling up the window once more. The teen grinned. "Let's see if this guy wants to race." Val accelerated towards the track, pulling onto it right behind the Audi. The silver car slowed down until it was right next to Val. The teen tried to peer into the car's windows, but they were darkly tinted. 'Who is this dude?' she thought, then shrugged. "Ready to put this guy to shame?" she muttered to the dashboard.

Without hesitation, Val pressed the pedal until it hit the floor. The engine roared furiously as her Camaro flew past the Audi. The teen smirked as she watched the mystery car disappear from her rear view mirror. 'What a suc-- What the frick?!' Val watched with wide eyes as the Audi passed her up, a silver streak on the black racing circuit. She checked her speedometer and gaped. If she was going 250 mph, how fast was this guy going?

The Audi pulled up behind her, almost ramming into her bumper. A bluish light emitted from the car's headlights and seemed to scan the back of the Camaro. "What the hell?!" screeched Val. The Audi suddenly turned and sped away, driving off-road. Val jammed on the brakes and stared at the receding figure of the silver car. Frustrated and confused, the teen punched the steering wheel and let out a stream of colorful curses.

After a few minutes of steaming and swearing, Val took a deep breath and stared at the dashboard. "Sorry about that," she grumbled. The teen rested her forehead on the wheel and sighed. 'Who the heck was that?' It couldn't have been her foster father because the license plate was wrong... Val growled. Mysteries always bugged the crap out of her.

"Maybe Tony will know who he was," she mused. Val shrugged and started heading back to the mansion. 'It won't hurt to ask...'


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How was it? I know, it's a short chapter. I'm sorry!

So Val was adopted by the Witwickys because her parents died (explanation coming later), Ron, Judy, Sam, and Mikaela are dead, Tony Stark (aka Iron Man) adopted Val, and a mysterious Audi R8 raced Val before disappearing.

And DON'T WORRY. The Transformers are coming in the next chapter, I promise. Please review! =)