It had been three weeks since Chicago. Carly turned out to be a 'con pretender and Mikaela was the one to save Samuel Witwicky's rear end from the femme. They reunited, but their relationship was never the same. That was when the first change happened.

Three inches overnight. They all took it as a normal growth spurt. It wasn't quite normal, but they assumed it was. Then, his hair turned from brown to bright red. This was only the beginning, and not my tale to tell.

*Sam's P.O.V.*

I shivered in the cold air of January. "Are you alright Sam?" My friend asked as I hopped in the car. Now, my friend wasn't exactly normal. Or human. My best friend, Bumblebee, was an Autonomous Robotic Organism from the Planet Cybertron, or an Autobot for short. I smiled. "Cold, but I'll live." Bee laughed. We talked calmly as we drove home from my job. I was laughing with him at a joke he made when a sudden, stabbing pain shot through my head. "Ahh!" I cried out softly. "Sam?" Bee asked. I shook my head. It came again, worse this time. "Ow, it hurts!" I moaned. The Autobot scout chirped worriedly. I felt the tingling of his scanners. Darkness swam in front of my vision. "Sam? Sam!" He cried, "I'm calling Ratchet, it'll be alright!" The blurry blackness consumed me.

*3rd Person*

You see, it all started with pain and darkness. Darkness and pain. Soon came the fits of Cybertronian, and then the first true change.

Woo! First chapter! Next one soon, maybe tomorrow or early next week. It depends on how much free time I have. 

                                             Keep Calm and Read On,

                                                                                                   ~Daphne