Greetings!

This is my first Transformers fan fic which was inspired by the 2007 movie. I've always been a fan of Transformers, mainly the Beasties/Beast Wars era since that's what I grew up with. This story is a short little piece that popped into my head after watching the film and I hope to do the characters justice. The two new characters that will be introduced in this piece are both OC's but the Autobot was inspired by the greatness that is Rattrap. Just for the record I will be sticking to the idea that energon is also found on Earth (again it comes from the Beasties era) and I really hope you enjoy the story.

Also, as everyone knows I do not own any of the known characters nor the Transformers universe. If I did I'd be a millionaire. The two OC's are mine other than that, it's all Hasbro and Dreamworks.

Happy Reading.

"I am Optimus Prime, and I send this message for any surviving Autobots taking refuge amongst the stars. We are here. We are waiting."

Alberta, Canada

Ding!

"Where's my tuna melt? Carlos I need that tuna melt! The kid's been waiting for over 10 minutes and he's not getting any younger." Lucy barked as she huffed a limp strand of hair out of her eyes. In the heat of the July sunshine it was impossible to stay somewhat cool, even with all the doors and windows left open. The tiny road-side diner felt like a sweltering oven and everyone inside slowly cooked away while they all hoped for some badly needed rain to arrive.

"Carlos!" Lucy stuck her pencil behind one ear and slapped her menu notepad on the dented order bell.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

"Alright! Hold your horses girl I'm going as fast as I can!" Shouted the red-faced cook as he appeared in the narrow opening between the kitchen and the restaurant serving counter. "Here!"

The long-awaited ceramic platter was shoved into Lucy's waiting hands with a few choice words thrown in for emphasis.

"About time old man." Lucy's frown morphed into a cheeky grin as she blew him a kiss and hurried off to deliver the tuna melt.

Carlos just rolled his eyes and looked skyward, uttering a few words in Spanish to the Virgin Mary.

"Alright, one tuna melt with fries and a side salad, just like you ordered." Lucy chirped as she quickly set down the large platter in front of the waiting customer.

"Thanks." Said the kid. He had to be no older than 17 but already he was quite a looker. Goofy yet cute, like the type of high school underdog that always ends up getting the captain of the cheerleading squad at the end of every teen movie.

"No problem. Sorry about the wait kid. Hey, you sure you don't want anything?" Lucy swatted away a fly that threatened to land on her damp forehead as she nodded to the kid's companion. Talk about a real bombshell. The few patrons that were in the dingy diner had snapped to attention when she walked in and Lucy could practically feel the testosterone level around her skyrocket. Lucy guessed the two were a couple, how, well she didn't know but hey she had seen stranger things come through those diner doors over the years.

"No thank you. I'm fine." Mikaela gave the older woman a tight smile as she eyed Sam's plate with a wary eye. It hardly looked appetizing.

"Alright, suit yourself." Lucy shrugged her shoulders and winced slightly as a glare of light blinded her for a moment. "Hey kid, that's your car right?"

Sam looked up at the waitress then followed her gaze to see what she was looking at. Sitting outside in the baking sun Bumblebee looked more glamorous than ever. The highly polished surface of the Camaro's hood gleamed like a shiny penny and it was the glare off the hood that had caught Lucy's attention.

"Uh yeah." Sam inhaled a fry as he dug in ravenously. He and Mikaela had been on the road for hours and he had no qualms about shoveling down the small diner's fare. If it was edible, he was happy. End of story. Food was food right?

"Jeez. How much did your daddy pay for it?" Lucy eyed the car carefully, obviously impressed with what she saw. A car like that would run up quite a tab and would never be found in the backwaters of Alberta. These kids had to be city kids with some real rich fathers in order to be able to afford driving that machine around all over the province, especially with gas prices the way they were.

Sam swallowed a half-chewed chunk of the tuna melt and coughed before he answered her. "I paid for it."

"Uh huh." Lucy's arched an eyebrow as she gave him a sidelong glance. Yeah right. There was no way a kid like Sam could ever afford a car like that unless his father was Bill Gates and gave him one hell of an allowance. "And may I ask how much it cost you?"

"Umm…four thousand dollars." Sam said without thinking. Mikaela couldn't help but roll her eyes at Sam's obliviousness and she gave him a discreet nudge with her elbow to let him know that he had goofed. Even if it was the truth no one was ever going to believe that he paid four grand for a 2008 Camaro.

"Oh really?" Lucy gave Sam a long look as she quickly calculated what type of tip he was going to leave her. Hey if the kid could drive a Camaro, he could certainly leave a decent "Thank You" percentage instead of the measly quarters and loonies she always got from the other customers. "Is that so?"

"Yeah." Sam grinned proudly before Mikaela nudged him once more, harder this time. "What?"

"Never mind." She muttered under her breath. "Just ask already."

"Okay, whatever you say kid." Lucy just shook her head. So much for the middle class. It looked like the rich were getting richer and the people like herself who were on the bottom rung of the social ladder were getting poorer.

"Um excuse me Miss…can I ask you a question?" Sam cleared his throat as the waitress turned to go serve another customer.

"The name's Lucy and sure you can. Ask away." Lucy paused as she dug through her apron pocket and pulled out a stick of Spearmint gum.

"Um, I was wondering if you could tell me if Elina Valzano is working today?" There, it was finally said. Mikaela and Sam kept their eyes on the waitress' face as they waited for some sort of reaction. It had taken them a good two days to reach the American/Canadian border and another half-day to get to where they were now all because of something Optimus Prime had downloaded off the web. He had given them a name and location before sending them on their way. Sam didn't have a clue as to why he was supposed to find this person but if Optimus wanted it done then it had to be important.

Lucy paused for a moment as she thoughtfully chewed her stick of gum before answering Sam question. "She ain't here today."

"Wow. Could you be any more helpful?" Mikaela thought to herself as grabbed Sam's untouched knife and began to inspect her reflection in its spotted surface.

"Uh okay." Sam said as he looked down at his plate and thought for a moment. He had figured that it wasn't going to be easy. Right, time for plan B. "Could you tell me where she lives then?"

"Smooth Sam. Smooth." Mikaela murmured quietly to herself as she continued to gaze at her reflection, making it a point not to be part of the conversation. She'd let Sam deal with the details. Instead she busied herself by inconspicuously watching the rest of the diner patrons as she lifted the knife slightly and used it as a mirror. If the waitress didn't end up telling then anything then maybe someone else would.

"And may I ask who asking and why?" Lucy said as she crossed her arms over her chest and stood there with a faint frown on her face.

"Well my name is Sam Witwicky, that's pronounced Wit-whicky, and my dad's an old friend of her dad and I'm here to give her something. Something important. That she needs. Yeah." Sam trailed off as he scratched the back of his neck, picking at a soggy French fry in order to avoid Lucy's hard stare.

Lucy looked him over once more before she sniffed and took her notepad out of her apron pocket. "Come back tomorrow kid and talk to her yourself."

With that she turned and moved towards a pair of truckers that were waiting for a refill on their coffees.

"Well that was a good waste of time." Mikaela said dryly as she plunked down the knife and grabbed Sam's napkin, making sure to wipe her hands fully.

"Oh boy." Sam sighed as he picked up a few fries and ate them. So much for their solid lead. He was so sure that he would get some answers but now it didn't look like it was ever going to happen. Not at the diner anyways.

"Why couldn't Optimus just give us this woman's address? Why did he have to send us on a wild goose chase into the middle of nowhere?" Mikaela dug into her purse and pulled out a small compact mirror. Despite the heat she still made it a point to look her best, even if there was no one around to impress.

Sam shook his head and poked at the now unappetizing tuna melt with a fork. "I don't know."

"Well, we're not going to get anything more from here. No one's going to talk. C'mon." Mikaela dabbed her nose with an applicator and shut the mirror with a sharp snap. She couldn't wait to get out of the diner and the sooner they left the better.

"Can't I just finish this first?" Sam complained as he motioned at the plate that he had barely had a chance to touch. It was going to cost him a whole ten dollars and the last thing he wanted was to have his hard-earned money go to waste.

Mikaela just gave him a reproachful look. "Sam."

"Alright." There was no winning against that look. Reluctantly Sam dug out his wallet and leafed out a couple of bills. He placed a ten dollar bill on the table and after a moments thought, he added an additional twenty.

"Little much for a tuna melt don't you think?" Mikaela pointed out. It wasn't that Sam was cheap, well he was, but that was only because his father pointedly refused to raise his allowance from fifteen dollars a week. Sam was extra-careful on how he spent his pitiful savings and the fact that he practically threw away a hard-earned twenty aroused Mikaela's curiosity.

"Yeah well in the movies guys leave big tips so that they'll be remembered and maybe tomorrow she'll be willing to talk." Sam shrugged his shoulders as he stood up. He had a gut feeling that sacrificing a twenty would pay off in the long run.

"This isn't the movies." Mikaela shook her head as she slung her purse over her shoulder.

"Well you never know, it could work." Sam pointed out as he gave the twenty a wistful look but left it where it was.

"Yeah. Let's go." Mikaela nudged his shoulder and without another word the two left the diner. It was only six in the evening but the extreme heat showed no sign of cooling off as night approached. The two teens made their way over to where Bumblebee was parked and waiting and when they got within six feet of the car the engine roared to life on its own.

"Okay, now where do we go?" Sam asked as he opened the passenger door and picked up a badly folded map that was lying on the car floor. He quickly untangled the mess and spread the map out onto Bumblebee's hood as the car's headlights blinked on and off once to let Sam know that he was listening.

"This was the last stop. The guy at the hardware store said this was where she worked." Mikaela gnawed her lower lip as she glanced at the edge of the map where they had scrawled a short list of possible places that this Elina woman could be.

"You mean this is it?" The pit of Sam's stomach dropped a little as Bumblebee revved his engine in annoyance. "Great a dead end. Now what?"

Sam slapped the Camaro's hood in annoyance and Bumblebee, who didn't appreciate Sam's actions, honked to remind Sam that he wasn't there to be used as a punching bag.

The sudden blaring of Bumblebee's horn caught Sam by unaware and he jump in surprise. "Sorry man."

"Kid! Hey kid! Hang on a sec!" Lucy's voice called out after them. The Camaro's engine purred softly as Sam and Mikaela turned around to see the waitress hurry towards them, looking left and right to make sure no one was around.

"Leave something behind?" Sam asked Mikaela.

"No."

"Hey kid, Sam whatever your name is. You really want to know where Elina lives?" Lucy asked once she was close enough. It didn't go unnoticed by either of the teens that the waitress was talking softly so that they could not be overheard.

"Yeah. It's kinda important." Sam stepped forward eagerly.

"She's not in trouble again is she?" Lucy asked as she looked them both in the eye. It was plain to see that she was worried about something.

"Trouble? Uhh…." Sam looked over at Mikaela and she just shook her head, "No. No trouble. None what so ever. Should there be trouble?"

"I hope not." Lucy muttered as she quickly glanced over her shoulder. "Okay, but remember, I didn't tell you anything."

"Oh, yeah, sure, of course. My lips are sealed. See?" Sam nodded as he mimed zipping his lips shut with an imaginary zipper. Lucy gave him a strange look but continued.

"Keep going down this road until you get to the first intersection. Take a right onto Donovan road and keep doing until you hit dirt. When you do, keep going for a good four miles and you can't miss it. It's the house in the middle of nowhere and it has a big barn behind it. You got all that?"

"Uh down this road, take right, keep going until I see a barn. Got it." Sam nodded as he made a quick mental note and tried to engrave the directions into his memory.

"Alright then. You two take care of yourselves. People around here really aren't that friendly with strangers. Okay?" Lucy gave them a wistful half-smile as her eyes lingered on the car for a moment.

"Yeah. Thanks a lot Lucy. You really helped us out." Sam smiled and held out his hand in thanks.

"We'll see about that." Lucy looked at his outstretched hand but didn't shake it. Instead she turned around and headed back towards the diner. However a moment later she turned around. "Oh and kid, thanks for the tip."

She gave them a small wave before she disappeared into the diner leaving the two teens standing beside their car.

"Told you it would work." Sam smirked proudly as Mikaela resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Oh boy.

Sam quickly folded the map in no particular order and tossed it back onto the backseat as Mikaela slid into the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelt. Sam quickly shut the doors and ran around the back of the Camaro before he hopped into the driver's seat and got himself settled in.

As he buckled up the car radio came to life and instantly the interior of the sports car was filled with evangelical preaching.

"And as I wandered through the valley alone without direction…"

"Don't worry Bumblebee. We finally know the way." Sam said as he gave the steering wheel a fond pat. The radio station switched and the voice of a local talk host spoke up.

"And I said to Brad that it was about time…"

"Alright, let's go pay Elina Valzano a visit." Sam said and sat back to enjoy the ride. On its own, the clutch moved into first and the steering wheel turned as the car peeled out of the parking lot and sped off down the lone stretch of road. With Bumblebee in control the only thing Sam had to worry about were the directions and speed limit.