DISCLAIMER: I do not own any rights to Transformers and I do not earn any money.

AN: Thanks toTaka The Lazy Guy and Rosewind Trill.

07-XX-2007 01:30 clock - night in remote discotheque

The air was stuffy and hot. To all evil, it still smelt strongly of smoke. In addition, loud technomusic sounded from all sides. A headache was all that was missing with him. Would not have been the small way out with the beer.

Cool. The Schwarzbier refreshingly refreshed his senses. At the same time he deceived him so that he was finally able to look for a suitable goal for his purposes.

His eyes remained fixed on a candidate. This one was narrow, slim, from the first glance. A bit too feminine, when asked for his opinion.

"But what is the avarice", he thought, taking a sip of his delicious beer. Then stamped the target straight to its target object. It was a telling, which then turned to him quickly. The shoulder-length, brown-slightly curled hair follow around.

Her eyes met. Chocolate brown was deep red-brown. Hope sprouted in him. His thoughts wandered home, where also a person with ... But it was not, the eye color. The world collapsed around him. For the chosen person had hazel-brown eyes. Even the hair did not fit. While the person before him had shoulder-length, slightly curly brown hair, his person had short curly brown hair. Little frills, as he often countered it to his beloved person. Just to tease the person.

At this thought, a gentle smile crossed his face. Let his sharp features stand out. In his shape, with his long black hair, he resembled a gladiator from ancient Rome.

Unintentionally of his thought, his goal-object for the night was his eye. As he took the figure in front of him and put a slight red hue on his cheeks.

This incident occurred to him as well. Another difference to his beloved person. For this would not assume a reddish tone, but a slightly pink complexion.

But at the same time, he knew that he could not touch his beloved person. It was forbidden. A taboo not only in society, but also from the law. You were not even in the narrow degree ...

But the person before him was something different. Although not liked in public. But then his little friend disagreed, and after a few moments he took his train to his chosen target. He was, after all, a man (teenage boy) with needs ...

07-XX-2007 06:30 am - day in 2187 West 24th Street, Tranquility

"How could you?" "Have you any idea?" "You're acting like a toddler ..." He listened to the nice loud shouts at a Christian time of ... He turned to his alarm clock, which indicated a time of 6:30.

With one crown, he settled himself in the beautiful expanse of his bed. And to the X-time he wondered why he had an alarm-clock at all, as always ... But by a loud rattling this thought was abruptly interrupted.

Then he heard loud trample and a loud "Fuck you!" Before resting again. Perhaps he could still doze a few seconds. But unfortunately he was not allowed to do this: a) he worried about the person who had just left, and b) a knock on his room door, followed by a "son's feet".

With a renewed sigh, he let himself fall further into his mattress, when it was no longer possible. But without sacrifices, there are no victories. So he was tormented by his beautiful bed.

A little later in the day or better at the end of the day, he finally found himself in his last lesson. His documents were ready for the present presentation of his ancestor.

But although confident and good things were, he felt nervous and unsure. For here his dream depended. His whole plan. First the car. Then the girl, his gaze sliding inconspicuously to a young beauty with black, smooth harr.

The plan was quite simple. Very simple. But to do this, he needed a third A, which he hoped for from his presentation and could possibly earn some money on the side. To hit two birds with one stone. But his goose bumps and inner excitement did not leave him alone. One cold wave after another chased his back. Accompanying the slightly notorious goose bumps.

But a rough and deeply humbling, seductive voice brought him out of this state when she said: "Calm down! I'm here ... "The latter part was whispered so softly and softly that his breath was gone. His heart stopped for a few seconds, just to hit twice as fast. If one had now read his pheromones, these would have burst with certainly astonished. Because his pheromones struck across the roof at the moment.

This voice had only this effect on him and it also did not help that this was a well-built athlete with shoulder-length, brown-slightly curly hair, with fiery red-brown eyes.

But he grabbed himself fast and gave this athlete his best goofy grin, which is incidentally mentioned on the side his brother heart.

"The next ... Samuel James Witwaky," the teacher cried, picking him up from his thoughts before they could take a dangerous trip.

With an indifferent and bored tone, he replied automatically, "Witwicky..." And he went straight forward, only to stumble over a foot placed by one of his nice classmates.

This caught sight of his brother's heart, which cast a poisonous, evil look at a well-built boy with a trained physique and honey-yellow short hair, which had placed a leg on his darling. This boy, also known as Trent, is the local football star of the school. But the boy who had just given up was again voluntarily enrolled in the list of deaths of his brother's heart, and would have looked on as bad as ever.

But, recklessly revenged by his brother's heart, he kept his balance, and staggered a few steps forward. This sparked a slight laugh among the present kids, whereupon the teacher answered with a sign, which indicated "keep calm".

But he did not let that go astray. With great steps he went forward and walked around a school table, which he used as a shelf for his family heritage, which he scattered on the table. He said, "Excuse me, I have a lot of things."

In the meantime, Trent turned to the young beauty with the long, smooth black hair that was sitting next to him and said softly, "Watch out." Trent tightened a rubber band between his thumb and the index finger on his right hand. Tucked the rubber band backwards and shot Samuel with a paper ball.

While the other kids laughed as the ball of paper hit the head of Samuel, the young beauty cast a worried look in the direction of the victim. But brave as a lazy, full-eaten lion the teacher stepped in and called for responsibility to calm the class.

With this action, Trent had reached strike number 2 at the brother of Samuel. This was what he wanted. He still had not forgiven Samuel's brother... This one special night ... Hot touch ... The soft spoken words ... The violent ... A chill ran Trent over the back. He wanted the other boy so bad. He wanted everything from him. The attention of Samuel's brother was to rest on him. And if he only got the one in which he made Samuel the maggot, then it was so. But this was a story for another time.

But while Trent was following his thoughts (oh miracles, oh Kraus), Samuel told of his great-great-grandfather. For, in 1897, he had broken into the Antarctic circle with his courageous sailors and his wife, one of the very first ever. This was a great thing at that time.

This made his brother's heart listen. A strange feeling spread in him. It was as familiar to him as Samuel was talking aboIn order not to run like this from the tarantula, he began to scratch his finger nails on the wooden table surface. Before Sam then began an auctioning deal with the inheritance of his great-great-grandfather.

He held up an old card, then a compass, and finally an old pair of glasses. Then step back the teacher, saying, "Mr. Witwicky do you want to earn her livelihood here? "Samuel apologized quickly. But it did not stop him from mentioning that the objects shown could be purchased at E-Bay and that the prospective customers could pay with the card, cash and bank transfer for the offered . Almost as if he had been there. However, this could not be. This was almost two centuries ago. But this strange feeling did not let go of him. This restlessness, which he felt, was intolerable. It was almost as if he had to get up and look for something. But he could not do this. Someone else would have gotten up and gone. But this was ... No not thinking in that direction.

This caused the teacher to hang his head from frustration. But with the young beauty, this conjured up a beautiful smile, which caught the eye of Samuel, and that he would have fallen out of joy here on the spot.

Then the bell rang and the teens escaped from the classroom. Remained the teachers and Samuel. Which could now discuss the note which the future would determine for the poor, lonely hero Samuel.

But in the meantime the brother heart of Samuel Trent in the men's WC department began. He gave Trent a sharp blow in the face, so that the football star came up hard on the concrete wall. Then he raised the other boy with ease on his collar. Only then to throw his own head backwards and let him down on the other. This blew the lights of Trent, which was now bleeding from his nose, next to a dent on the head.

He wanted to go on. Let the other boy bleed because he owned his ... So he froze. Then a voice. He knew the voice. Samuel. Samuel called for him. He then left Trent. Let him fall as if he were an old garbage bag and went to his brother.

07-XX-2007 XX: XX Clock - Desert / Qatar the Middle East

A small group of soldiers and a little boy who had survived an assassination attempt on their base camp by a giant robot fled with an iron will through the desert to get into the village of the boy. Because there waited a telephone and thus the hope to return home.

To be continued

AN: Thank you ford read and I wish you a good night.