Hey all! Sorry for such an early, quick rewrite to my transformer fanfic series! I realized I wasn't happy with it, although it was truly a lot of fun to write, it has so many grammar mistakes and I am annoyed at myself for writing a sub par story. I apologize for that. So, it is being rewritten, along with the sequels to this first story. There will be some changes to create a better flow and story.
Sam Witwicky is not part of this story. I personally do like his character, so forgive me for not including him. My original female character will be replacing him as the main human protagonist of the story. The story will be following the Bayverse movies.
This is a Optimus Prime x human female character fanfiction story, the relationship will be a slow burn build. The rating for the story is due to mild language, trigger warning scenes, sexual tension, sex scenes, violence, emotional and mental trauma, and other mature themes throughout the story. Please do enjoy this rewrite of Heart of a Prime.
She was no ordinary teenager, not by a long shot. Throughout her whole life, she has been looking to find a road that made sense to her. A long time, she has felt she had not meant to be alive. Her parents were an example of how she felt. They loved her, but they didn't do what parents really should. They didn't comfort her when she needed, they ignored her when she asked for something reasonable and they often told her to handle to bullies at school. And yet, they often told her that not having friends was weird. She did have friends. But they left her once they no longer had use for her. You see, this girl is very smart. She was often called the teacher's pet, but she was the top of her class in her subjects, she studied hard as she wanted to graduate with high honours and get a scholarship to college. That was her goal. And being smart meant she was often used to help friends with homework and assignments, but she stopped doing that sometime ago. They suddenly disappeared from her. She did not know the true reason why when she knew her friends since first grade. But true colours came out in the end and she stopped caring about having friends a long time ago.
Now, she had a secret life she kept from her parents. She had to, after all she was a teenager and she shouldn't be going out and doing things that she shouldn't when she was not even eighteen yet. She was sixteen, she had one more year before she could graduate high school and she was looking forward to it. As for her secret, it was her way of making money. She had stumbled into it by accident, but she would not have it any other way. From the age of fourteen, she had discovered a place where she could let loose, find a creative outlet and just enjoy the thrill of danger from under the hood. She was talking about races. Undercover races that were on almost every night at multiple racetracks that was no longer being used, the police often turn a blind eye because people keep their speed to the track. Or a special area just outside the city where mountain roads become the enemy. When she first arrived, she almost had no skill driving a car. But now, she could outrun police if she wanted to, and no one could catch her. She has earned over six figures now, and she was able to rent a garage to keep her cars a secret. Her parents didn't really care when she got home at night, so it was kind of perfect. She owned four cars currently in that garage, and they were all very special to her. She has painted each one of them, put vinyl sticks on them and turned them into a work of art.
And this is where she was right now. A girl with pale, nearly moon pale skin, with long, black, straight hair that reached down the middle of her back. It was a well maintained here, it was annoying at times, but she loved her hair. She took pride in it and she was sure a lot of people at school were jealous, and that was part of the reason why she was bullied at school. Her eyes glimmered gently as she laid underneath the 1969 Camaro SS she had been working on the past four months after winning the shell of the car in a pink slip. She chewed on some gum as she was screwing in a set of neon lights to the car, she was excited to show off the car when it was finished. Her green eyes often sparkled under any light, particularly the moonlight. She often felt like someone burned emeralds into her face because that is the colour they were. Emerald green. A very rare trait. Not even her parents had those colour eyes. However, her grandfather told her that his mother had the exact eye colour as her. Apparently, that is what attracted her great grandfather in the first place.
She glanced up as she heard her phone ringing and rolled herself from under the car on the garage creeper and sat up with a stretch, arching her back slightly. She wiped sweat off her forehead and stood up, walking over to the bench to open her Nokia. She groaned…it was her dad…probably calling to talk to her about her assessment for the next day.
She answered it and placed the phone to her ear. "Hello dad…how are you?" She asked in a monotone voice, trying to hide her irritation that he had called her.
"Doing just fine Saphira. I was just calling to see how your study group was going." That was her cover, a study group every afternoon and her parents seemed to believe her, or not care. "Anyway, remember to do well with your assessment tomorrow. We made an agreement on getting you your first car so I am not going back on it."
She smiled slightly, glancing at the Camaro for a moment. "I remember dad. I already know what I'll be doing regarding the report. It is just a historic figure report, no big deal."
"It never is with ya…well…your mother and I are going out tonight. So, help yourself to whatever is in the fridge or freezer, okay?" Saphira rolled her eyes, her parents went out very regularly and never had meals prepared. But she has learned to take care of herself, so it only was annoying to hear him tell her this anyway. "Sorry for short notice. But you'll be back when we get home. So, I will see you a bit later. Love you."
He hangs up before Saphira could respond and she tossed the phone onto the counter, shaking her head irritated by the conversation. She sighed, glancing around the garage silently as this was the only place she found peace for the time being. It was a very dusty place when she first started renting it, now it was clean and polished, it made the place sparkle. The garage was a few blocks from her house, so she had to walk here everyday. That included when she would go to a race meet. Thankfully, she kept the clothes and makeup she often wore to the race meets here in the garage. Her parents would freak out if they saw what kind of clothes she was wearing. Saphira wore it because she enjoyed the feeling of being sexy and free, even at her age. She has never let a guy try and throw himself on her, even though many have tried. As have women, but she didn't let them do anything to her that she did not want. After all, she was now one of the best racers in the city. Even in a place like LA.
At least I won't have to walk to and from the garage anymore.
Saphira and her father had agreed to split payment on a car of about four thousand, she was fine with that because she could find something worthy of being her car with that amount of money. Although, she would be happy to pay a little more for something that really catches her eye. Her father did know she was good with engines after she had discovered the engine to his KIA had a spark plug issue and she was able to fix it without him needing to take it to a mechanic. It surprised both her parents, and they often expect her to service their cars free of charge. She has refused because it was just a onetime thing because they would just end up using her. They do pay her now for it, but it was a stupid amount compared to what she should be paid. But, Saphira did not complain as that money simply went into either her savings, or towards a part for her cars. She looked up at the Camaro, she remembered when it was originally a very faded red, it was a horrible colour and she was able to remove the old paint of that car before she began getting parts for the engine. She needed to use a modern Camaro engine for it as a 1969 engine usually wasn't around, and if it was, it would be in bad condition. Thankfully, the engine was not huge, and she was able to have it modernized without changing the classic appearance of the car. Which is a reason why she had attached neon lights to the bottom of the car in the first place.
Now, the Camaro had a striking, deep, sea blue colour with silvery, blue flame vinyls from the front fenders to the doors of the car, a custom hood with grid vents, the front and back bumpers were custom and a long, curved spoiler to top it over. The car was also connected to a new NOS system Saphira had just insalled, along with new tyres and white, floral rims and fake smoke system to spray out from the back of the hood in front of the windscreen. It was almost ready for the track, as far as she was concerned, she wanted to given the final touches. And that was the neons, and a sound system that would play the beats for everyone to dance to.
Aside from the Camaro, the garage also housed a black 1969 Chevelle SS, a purple, iridescent 1970 Mustang Boss 429 and, the newest addition, a 1995 Nissan 240sx with its paint job removed. So it was just a grey, piece of metal right now. Saphira was more of a muscle car girl, but she did enjoy driving the other cars as well. She often used the muscles for the sprint races, that was how she has won most of her money. But she did use them for circuit races occasionally, the Nissan would end up being used for the mountain races when it was ready as a steady car was needed for the tracks out there. A muscle could be used to race it, but the power and jolt of the cars was not the best combination when drifting along those roads. Saphira has felt the tyres lift from the ground a few times when drifting, so she was not about the flip her car to win big money. Those mountain races had the biggest prizes, but she was patient.
Saphira walked over to her car to finish what she started. She had decided to not race tonight in favor of getting the Camaro finished. After all, she did win a few times already this week, she felt it was only fair to take some nights off. Plus, if she went, it would only to party anyway. She rolled underneath the car, luckily the neon light was screwed in enough that she didn't need to hold it up and she just needed to do a few touches before she would move to the otherside. She hummed a little as she had music in the background on her radio, it pretty much was the only thing that was giving her company right now. But she wasn't really listening to it right now. She smiled when she finally had the light attached properly and focused on ensuring the wires were in properly as well, and so they would not snap or break while the car was moving. Saphira was focused on that when the radio suddenly stopped playing music and she heard a broadcast coming through.
"Coming through with breaking news, a military unit has come under attack in the Arabian Peninsula while doing recon in the area." She rolled her eyes a little, she figured maybe the US military pissed someone off and rolled herself from under the car and rolled the crepper to the other side after standing up. "Communications with the soldiers at the location has been disconnected, confirmation of any survivors has yet to be determined according to the Secretary of Defence. US military bases worldwide, as of now, are at DEFCON Delta, the highest readiness level. It is unknown of what exactly attacked the soldiers of Qater, as of right now, the Secretary believes we are dealing with a very effective weapons system that we have not come across before. Our prayers are with the families of these brave men and women who were on this particular mission."
That sounds interesting…I guess it must be pretty bad if they needed to put this on breaking news…
Saphira didn't want to listen to anymore of it, after all, it didn't seem like it was something to do with her at the end of the day. She finished installing the last neon light and she started the car to turn the lights on to test them. And they worked very well, she smiled as the bright, blue lights lit up underneath car and reflected on the floor underneath it. She turned off the car and decided to call it for the night and head back home. She put on a jacket as it was a chilly night, even though she had worked up a good sweat. She turned off the lights and locked up the garage before walking the three blocks back to her house. It was a little scary, there were a lot of houses around her, but there were people she didn't know here so if she got into trouble, it would be bad. She was always aware of her surroundings and she kept her hood on to hide her face. She often felt like it was her eyes that brought her trouble in the first place.
And when she finally returned to the two-story house, she felt a sense of relief. While this stopped feeling like home a long time ago, it was still a place of sanctuary and safety. She let herself in with her key and went upstairs to shower to warm up as her fingers and toes were cold and she felt much better afterwards. She checks the fridge and freezer before she decided to make something easy and went with a grilled cheese. She did not feel like cooking something complicated tonight. She often did that on the days she decided not to go to the garage. Those days were rare, and were getting rarer. She went back upstairs to overlook her report, she had chosen to make a report on Captain Witwicky, a man who was foolish enough to try get to the Arctic circle and returned home mad and reciting words that made zero sense. He was an interesting person to report on, she was certain people would not have heard of him.
But, there was another reason why she had material about him. Her grandfather somehow had possession of some of his items. This included equipment used on the ship, files about his adventures, his diary and even his glasses. She did not really know how he got his hands on them, she had asked him many times before. He never gave her straight answer. However, before he died three years ago, her grandfather told her something that had stuck with her. She remembers that day so clearly…
Sitting beside him in his armchair in the moth ball scented house, holding his hand feeling how cold it was to touch. A thirteen-year-old Saphira wept, her grandfather had chosen to remain in his home in his final hours of life. And she refused to leave him alone for this final moment of his life. But, his wise, brown eyes gaze down at her through those bushy eyebrows with a gentle smile.
"Saphira, I am sorry I am parting while you are so young in this world…leaving you to fend against your foolish parents. I am sorry I was not able to help you as much as I could. But now I am off to a better place. But listen to me carefully, my dearest granddaughter, there is a secret that I have kept for many years. So many years that I think it is even more grey than my hairs on my head and beard."
She listened to his, sniffling softly and looking at him with great curiosity. "What is the secret grandpa? You can tell me."
His smile widens slightly. "My dear Saphira, I wish I could tell you. But this secret will come out when you turn eighteen. It is a huge responsibilty, you are much too young for it right now. But you will learn to look at the world so differently, and defend a people from praying eyes. Your father was not able to be that person to follow in my footsteps. So, my dear Saphira, I leave this mantle to you."
"But grandpa, how can I do it without you telling me?"
"I apologize for sounding so confusing my dear Saphira…however, it will all make sense. You will never be lonely again. I can promise you that my dear, sweet, granddaughter. Promise me that you will never betray that cause. It will be part of you for the rest of your life, just as it was for me, and even Captain Witwicky."
"What does that crazy Captain have anything to do with this?" Saphira looked at her granddad with a frown, not understanding why this Witwicky had anything to do with this.
"Everything Saphira. Everything. You will know the truth. I know you will not let me down…"
Saphira was not yet eighteen, and yet she still wondered what her grandfather had meant. She did learn, well, overheard that her grandfather's wealth and estate would be past down to her once she turned eighteen. Her parents are not happy about that, but they pretend they are not so they don't betray their thoughts to her. But, Saphira has overheard enough from them to know exactly what they thought. She sighed deeply, looking at the files, ship equipment and glasses…the one thing that was strange about those glasses was it seemed like there were tiny markings on them. She had tried to clean them off once before, but they never came off. Whatever happened to them, embedded these markings into the glass. Nonetheless, once she completed looking over her report, she turned to her computer to post a blog. She had become a blogger a year ago, posting things about cars as she enjoyed sharing her knowledge about them. She also blogged about how not all parents were great, and occasionally about her school projects. She decided to blog about this, and write about the historic Captain Archibald Witwicky, it might not necessarily be interesting, but getting it out there about him might interest people. Especially since he was not all that well known and took photos of the different stuff she had, including the glasses to put them on the internet. While also writing a small joke about the glasses themselves and how they must have simply slipped off and fell into her grandfather's hands. After all, having glasses from someone who died years ago was pretty strange. Even if they were well preserved and could still be worn without breaking.