(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just Anwen)

(Authors Note: Hello readers, dreamers, writers and my fellow nerds/fan girls(and boys). I am happy to finally be moving on from the dumpster fire that was 2020 and am now presenting to you my first ever Transformers movie verse FF! Granted, it's obviously not going to follow the movie script(s) because that would be lame on my part. Where's the fun in that anyway? Also, as a warning: my OC, Anwen, has some physical disfigurements as a result of a past injury (which will be explained later on), so if you're easily triggered by such things, then don't read. That being said, she has come to embrace her scars and sees them as a part of herself now. Like her, I too have scars from past injuries, but I've accepted them. Our scars don't defy who we are and shouldn't dictate how others see us. Love yourself. With that, I will let you read at your leisure. Thank you for taking the time to read my new FF and I look forward to posting more chapters in the future.)

Chapter 1

Stepping out of the apartment lobby and onto the street, Anwen Bleu headed off towards the nearby military base with determination in her eyes and a smile on her face. She was a young woman of 19 years and stood at an average height of 5ft 6in. While most of the soldiers and civilians she worked with were slightly tanned or had darker skin tones, Anwen had a very fair complexion and was dotted from head to toe in adorable, light brown freckles. Her eyes were a warm amber gold color and she had a full head of long, curly red hair that hung down the length of her back and danced in the tropical breeze as she made her way towards the massive base.

While most of her fellow coworkers would take the shuttle bus as a means of transportation, Anwen preferred using her rollerblades. While she knew how to drive a car, she enjoyed the peace of mind skating brought her and she felt more in control of her own wheels than those of a non sentient vehicle. Oh yes, she now had to mentally question every vehicle and machine she encountered because some of the base's residents were autonomous robotic organisms.

The Autobots were an amazing group of life forms and Anwen was more than honored to be working alongside them, even if it was from the inside of an office. As a computer analyst for N.E.S.T., her job was to study, analyze and design military software programs and upgrades, as well as write and publish technical reports and requirements, and configure hardware and software. While she was mainly confined to a cubicle in an office surrounded by fellow humans, Anwen took pride in knowing that her work was helpful to the members of N.E.S.T and the Autobots. She owed them her life and what skills she could offer them was her way of showing her gratitude. With that thought in mind, she leisurely skated onward towards the base, eager to start the day.

Deciding to have a bit of fun during her near 20 minute commute to work, Anwen did a series of slaloms along the pavement before eventually approaching the base's security gate. "Ah, good morning Bleu; you're rather early today. Any particular reason you're here at this hour? It's not even 0530 and the chow hall doesn't open until 6," Sergeant Timothy Knox glanced down at his watch before facing the young redhead once more.

She shrugged and answered in a slight French accent, "I like coming in early and exercising for a little bit before I have to clock in for work."

"Really? And here I assumed you just wanted to see me," he winked.

Anwen's golden amber eyes remained hidden underneath her sunglasses, but she playfully rolled them at the security guard as she fidgeted with her Star Wars lanyard and presented her I.D. "Yea, yea, just keep telling yourself that."

"Oh, you're so mean," he chuckled before scanning her in and raising the bar for her to pass.

With a friendly wave, Anwen bid farewell to Tim and made her way over towards the gym/pool to swim and change out of her activewear. As she entered the large building and headed into the women's shower/locker room, Anwen sat on the bench to remove her rollerblades, sunglasses, watch, security I.D. and helmet before fidgeting with the combination and opening her locker. After a moment of sifting around, she pulled out her towel and flip flops, stripped out of her tank top and shorts (revealing her black bikini swimsuit), and headed into the pool to start her morning workout.

While the pool was occasionally used for combat drills, many N.E.S.T. soldiers and crew used it for daily exercise and recreation. Though the Autobots preferred to exercise outside due to their size limitations, they occasionally used their holoforms to mingle among the humans and partake in some swimming. Not every Autobot enjoyed the feeling of being submerged in water, but there were a few who found it rather refreshing. Anwen had only seen five of the Autobots use their holoforms in her presence, and at first, she thought they were regular humans, until she saw their piercing blue eyes. That seemed to be the one thing that gave their holoforms away. Of course, to an unsuspecting person, they looked completely human.

As she neared the pool, Anwen noticed there were four soldiers and a lifeguard in the vicinity, so she wouldn't exactly have much privacy to do her workout, but no matter. She didn't mind as long as they kept their thoughts to themselves and withheld any perverse comments in regards to her body. It's not that she was repulsive to look at: far from it. She was an exceptionally attractive young woman with a lithe, hourglass figure and an angelic-looking face. Her limbs, while thin, were slightly toned and she had naturally large breasts that caught the attention of quite a few men and some of the women she encountered. Although her body was very attractive looking, there were some flaws to it, but they only served as a reminder of the struggles she endured and survived through.

Anwen's bodily flaws mainly consisted of large, jagged scars that spanned all around the entire length of her left leg and thigh, as well as both of her ankles. She also had some smaller scars along her right leg and arms but they weren't as noticeable from a distance. Those that saw her scars either pitied her or cringed in discomfort. Regardless of what other people thought, Anwen refused to hide her scars, and eventually came to accept them as a part of herself.

After setting her towel and flip flops aside, Anwen slipped into the pool and dove underwater to adjust to the temperature. When she emerged, she was met with admiring stares from the five men, which she ignored and began her workout.

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-Twenty minutes later-

Upon completing her last lap, Anwen stepped out of the pool and rinsed herself off under the nearby showerhead before adorning her flip flops and wrapping her towel around herself. She then headed back into the women's shower/locker room to dry out her hair and change into her work clothes.

Once inside, she stripped out of her swimwear and finished drying off her body before opening up her backpack and pulling out a nude colored bra and matching panties. After adorning her undergarments, she then applied some deodorant and a tiny dab of rose oil behind her ears before combing, moussing and blow drying out her hair.

As soon as her scarlet tresses were back to their normal, bouncy texture, Anwen used the hairdryer on her bikini and towel to help dry them off a bit. The last thing she wanted was for them to develop a mildew smell. Eww, no thanks.

Once her swimwear and towel were dried off to a reasonable degree, she hung them up on the wall rack to finish drying for the day. Afterwards, she reached into her backpack and retrieved her work clothes, which consisted of a Milky Way galaxy theme skater dress, a pair of black short shorts (as a precaution), white ankle socks, and a well-worn/oversized blue plaid flannel shirt. She then dressed and donned her watch and Star Wars lanyard before placing her flip flops and shower caddie away. After adorning her rollerblades, helmet and shades, she closed up her locker, slung her backpack over her shoulders and rolled out of the building.

With a smile, Anwen then leisurely made her way over to the chow hall for some breakfast. While it was only 0640 and she wasn't due at her desk for at least another hour or so, she liked using this time to relax and leisurely visit with her fellow coworkers and soldiers who were up at this hour.

As she entered the large cafeteria and rolled over to the counter to dish up her morning meal, the head cook smiled and addressed her in a thick Spanish accent, "Azul, you're too skinny. Let me put some carne on your huesos."

While Anwen was certainly not lacking in breasts or other desirable curves, she was abnormally thin compared to most of the humans living or working on base. Weighing in at only 104 pounds, she was used to people telling her that she was 'too skinny', despite the fact that she rarely skipped meals.

That being said, the young redhead cheerfully smiled at the older woman as she casually swayed from side to side on her rollerblades, "Alright Mama Rosita, what have you prepared this morning?"

Ever since she joined the N.E.S.T crew as one of the head cooks, Mama Rosita had taken it upon herself to spoil everyone with her homemade cooking and warm hospitality. Although she loved everyone equally and treated the N.E.S.T. soldiers/crew (including the Autobots) as if they were her own children, Rosita had a soft spot for the young, redheaded woman. She saw through her inner pain and hardships and took it upon herself to be the loving, motherly figure she needed. With a warm smile, the Spanish woman replied, "I've made huevos rotos con chorizo and some fresh magdalena's."

At the mention of magdalena's, Anwen felt her mouth water: the rich flavor of lemony goodness was too tempting not to resist. Even the Autobots had heard of their delightful taste and were curious to try them while using their holoforms, despite Ratchet's nagging protests. With a broad smile, Anwen graciously accepted the tray of deliciousness, "Merci Mama Rosita; I will certainly enjoy these."

"Si, now go eat your desayuno. I'll be making fideua later today, so you better come on back and see me again."

From under her shades, Anwen gave her a serious look while keeping up her smile, "When have I ever missed a meal that you helped prepare?" The older woman just chuckled and waved her off with a smile.

After obtaining some orange juice and finding a table to sit at, Anwen plopped herself down and happily started eating her breakfast while mentally going over her work schedule.

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Around 0720 Anwen rolled out of the chow hall and over towards the main hangar which housed the office space for communications/intelligence personnel, hackers, and authoritative figures, including Optimus Prime, his SIC Prowl and TIC Jazz. As she was turning to enter the massive structure, she nearly crashed into a sleek silver Lamborghini Aventador. Turning her wheels to the side, Anwen skidded to a stop mere inches from the vehicle. "Oh mon Dieu, I am so, so sorry for nearly crashing into you!"

There was a chuckle from the car before the distinct sound of shifting gears resonated around the young woman. Within seconds, the Lamborghini transformed into an Autobot. He stood at roughly 15 feet tall and appeared to have wheels for his feet as opposed to the typical peds the other Autobots had; though Anwen mentally wondered if that was optional or not. His cerulean blue optics locked onto her while a smile graced his face, "You have nothing to be sorry about sweetspark. I was the one who should have been paying attention to my surroundings. Though, looking at you now, I can see why I was distracted," he gave her a flirtatious wink which caused her cheeks to turn a bright shade of red.

"Well, I could say the same about you. It's not every day I'm graced by a Lamborghini, let alone nearly hit by one."

The Autobot emitted a laugh before kneeling down in front of her and speaking in a smooth voice, "You flatter me sweetspark. What's your name?"

She removed her sunglasses and answered, "My name is Anwen. Anwen Bleu. I remember you from the introduction Colonel Lennox and Optimus Prime gave us noobs several weeks ago. Your name is Sideswipe, correct?"

His smile broadened, "I'm glad you remembered me. Most humans need a second introduction before they start remembering our designations."

"Well, I'm not like most humans. As a computer analysis, it's part of my job to know who my colleagues are. Of course, I was already aware of your existence and presence before the introduction, but I kept that information to myself. I figured you all would reveal yourselves in your own time, but nonetheless, I was still awestruck when I saw you all transform. I suppose everyone feels that way."

He chuckled, "You could say that. I've noticed that you humans tend to be fascinated by the simplest of things when it comes to us Autobots."

She shrugged and gave him a smile, "Humans are rather curious creatures at our core."

"So are Cybertronians. I guess that's another trait our species have in common. Though, I must say, you're a rather fascinating-looking human compared to most of your kind. I don't recall seeing anyone with such striking features as yours before," Sideswipe replied with a smile, noting the lovely shade of red that appeared across her cheeks. Intrigued by this human femme, he took a moment to further study her features: she was younger and very slender compared to most of the humans he interacted with. She had nice curves to her figure and from what he could see, she was covered in tiny brown specks all over her pale skin. Freckles are what the humans called them. Though her head was covered by a blue and black helmet, her thick, curly hair was a beautiful shade of fiery red while her eyes were a dazzling amber gold color and shone like the midday sun. Upon glancing at her attire, he immediately noticed her rollerblades and asked, "I take it that you like to skate?"

Anwen nodded and swayed slightly on her wheels, "You could say that. I only take my blades off when I'm confined to the office or inside my apartment. I find walking to be rather dull."

He chuckled, causing his frame to slightly shake with mirth, "Finally, a human who understands. I like you Ani; you're alright."

She blushed at the nickname, "You're not so bad yourself Sideswipe. It's not every day that I find myself conversing with one of you. I'm usually trapped inside the office or swimming over at the gym."

"You like to swim?"

She nodded and smiled, "Oh oui, I love swimming almost as much as I love skating. I've never really been a fan of jogging or running because it didn't involve my rollerblades, but swimming I find to be rather soothing and therapeutic."

"Hmm, I've never tried it before. Cybertronians aren't exactly built for swimming."

"Well...you could use your holoform to try it sometime."

"Now there's a thought," he smiled. "Though I doubt Sunny would participate seeing as how he despises the holoforms."

Anwen remembered Sunstreaker from Prime's introduction: he was Sideswipe's twin and a skilled soldier of notable recognition. Though, from what she heard, he certainly wasn't a mech she'd like to offend, let alone piss off. She knew he was the only Autobot on base that hated humans. So basically, he was a polar opposite of his brother.

She emitted a soft laugh at the thought, "Yea...I don't think that'll ever happen." Anwen momentarily glanced down at her watch and frowned when she saw the time, "Shoot, I hate to cut our conversation short but I better roll out before I'm late for work." She then adorned her shades and glanced back up at the silver mech with a smile, "It was nice meeting you Sideswipe." She offered her hand for him to shake, which he graciously accepted and ever so gently, took her smaller hand within his. Surprisingly, she could feel some callousness on his digits and palm, most likely as a result of many years of battle and hard work. Despite the rough patches, his servo was rather soft and warm: far from the cold, mechanical texture typically associated with robotic/mechanical beings. It was almost like shaking a human's hand. Almost.

As their exchange ended, Anwen suddenly felt an electrical pulse travel through her frame and into her chest, causing her heart to beat faster and her breath to hitch momentarily. In that moment, Sideswipe felt an intense pull on his spark as he looked down at the speckled femme. Before he could ask if she was alright, Anwen emitted a surprised gasp, "Wow, c'etait choquant (_, that was shocking)."

"Primus, Ani are you okay?! You're not hurt are you?"

She shook her head, "No, no, no, I'm alright. I know that wasn't your fault. There must be a large buildup of static electricity in the air which means it'll probably rain later." Sideswipe vented a sigh of relief that she was okay, to which Anwen gave him a warm smile as she swayed on her blades, "Again, it was nice meeting you Sideswipe."

His optics had a warmer glow to them as he looked upon the small femme, "It was lovely meeting you too Anwen. Hopefully next time I won't be too distracted by my surroundings to notice where I'm going."

A small blush spread across her cheeks as she looked into his optics, "Same here. I'd hate to accidentally plow into your pristine finish and scratch your paint."

"Oh I wouldn't take too much offence if it was you scratching my paint," he shamelessly teased and gave her a wink. "Though, don't go saying stuff like that to Sunny; he'd probably hurl you into the ocean if you so much as smudged his paint job."

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind if I encounter him." She then politely bowed her head and gave a small curtsy, "Bonne journée Sideswipe (Good day _). I hope to see you again sometime."

He stood up and smiled before returning her polite gesture with a bow, "Likewise, Ani." He then watched as the small, speckled femme skated past him and headed further into the hanger.

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Upon entering the office, Anwen rolled over to her cubicle and removed her backpack, helmet and sunglasses. She then sat down in her swivel chair and retrieved an old, well-worn pair of blue converse shoes from underneath her desk, to which she then removed her rollerblades with a sigh. She hated going without them.

At one point she could walk perfectly fine, but after sustaining multiple injuries as a result of her near-fatal accident, Anwen was left with an array of rods and pins in her left leg and both of her ankles, which caused her to occasionally limp when she walked. Rollerblading gave her a wider range of mobility and freed her from the judgmental stares she would receive or the annoying questions: 'How did you injure yourself?' 'Have you ever thought about cosmetic surgery?' 'Why don't you wear leggings or jeans to cover up your scars?' 'Do your injuries still hurt?'

When she first arrived at Diego Garcia, Anwen was all but bombarded with questions regarding her injuries. Thankfully, her fellow coworkers eventually dropped the subject and paid her scars (and slight limp) no mind. That being said, she finished donning her shoes before pulling out a tube of cherry red lipstick from her backpack and applying some to her lovely lips with the help of a tiny mirror she had mounted on the wall of her cubicle. Once she deemed herself fabulous, Anwen fired up her computer and signed herself into the network to begin her shift at 0800.