A/N - I would like to say that this is my first story on here… But it isn't. I'm pretty sure I've got a pretty trashy posted. Not gonna take it down - if you wanna compare my growth go ahead.

I don't own Transformers - thank God - nor will I ever want to. Bay has screwed with the series so much I don't even wanna touch the Bayverse. No thanks. All rights to the Transformers Series belongs to Hasbro.

Dunno where I'm going with this… Whatever, Enjoy!

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By Jorkier

Chapter 1

Normally, he would enjoy the rain.

The small droplets of condensation had been comforting amidst everything - a muttering friend that whispered against his ear with quiet comfort. It was a constant in Seattle, which never failed to calm his soul.

Until now.

He tried to scrunch up the best he could against the park information center, shivering. Not from the cold - no, he could barely feel the chill - but from the creeping panic lingering in the back of his mind.

The familiar sights around him, once his home, were now his cage. The park that had always seemed so crowded that the sudden absence of people jarred his already teetering worldview. He felt naked against the building; exposed. As if, at any second, a jogger would spot him and scream in horror.

The… logical side of his mind - the repressed side - seemed to sense his discomfort. After a few seconds, the suggestion of an 'alternate mode' appeared in his view.

He suddenly jerked backwards into the building, unable to react when he completely fell through the wall, taking the entire side out. His panic reached its peak when the alarm went off, spurring him up and away from the center.

'Hide!' His thoughts repeated this like a mantra, their owner's ey-optics- darting across the open baseball field. He could hear the police getting closer and closer- he had to do something!

[Scanning for Alternate Mode… Complete.]

There, across the street, sitting solemnly in the car parking lot, was a 2002 Dodge Intrepid.

That would work.

[Assimilation Process... Complete.]

Instantly, his view started to change - as if there was a transparent screen over his optics. Despite his worldview being practically tipped on its head, this felt oddly natural and calmed him down somewhat.

Once the clicking noises stopped, he moved. He wasn't sure how fast, but pretty fast, almost veering off the first turn. He didn't know where he was going, but anywhere was better than there.

Anywhere.

It was still raining when he pulled over to the small lodge.

"Snoqualmie Falls," greeted him cheerfully from a sign above the building, which probably made it the fall's information booth. No one was inside, something that both comforted and unnerved him. Then again, it did make sense; it was absolutely frigid from what his sensors told-

He cut that thought off and stomped it down.

His tires met gravel as he cautiously went off-road. He could hear the waterfall just beyond the tall rocks. They stood tall like guardians, as if warding him off from the waterfall's beauty. "You shall not pass." He quietly whispered to himself, imitating the great wizard. If it were possible for him, he would have smiled at that.

That 'smile' faded as soon as it arrived, and a rush of emotions rushed him. Longing, hopelessness, and most of all, confusion. '...What in the world am I?'

He wanted his normal life back - the bullying, the hatred, the crime, all of it. He wasn't human anymore and he was so, so confused.

As if sensing his questioning, the light clicking noise returned, his optic level getting higher and higher. He had to blin-cycle his optics- because of a rain droplet. He didn't quite realize it was still raining.

He didn't want to look down again- he didn't want to know, except he did because he knew what he was, deep inside-

Confusion and curiosity won over and he peered down.

Sleek black metal was the first thing he saw, and after some more observation, a silver underbody became apparent. He raised a han-servo- to his face, the silvery metal creating a dull sheen that reflected onto the nearby tree branch. Fascinated, he rotated it slowly, optics locked onto the effect like a moth to light. He flexed them, one finger at a time, bewildered and amazed when the metal bent to his exact commands, never faltering or stuttering once. It was so similar to a human hand, yet so, so very different.

His fee-pedes were the opposite to his servos. They held almost no similarity to human feet except for the general shape of them, being just as black as the rest of his bod-frame.

He… he wanted to see his face, to know how it was different to the square-jawed teenager he had once been.

Now several feet taller, it was easy to peer over into the rippling water feeding into the Snoqualmie Falls. It was difficult to see at first, but his brai-processor- was quick to put the image together in an accurate picture of what he looked like. He shuttered his optics in surprise.

His face was… actually quite handsome - or was it beautiful? - at least in comparison to his below average human mug. Soft features looked back up at him, sculpted perfectly to accentuate his sharp yellow optics while at the same time showing off his lips in just the right way. A light blue blush slipped over his copycat's faceplates. Was- was that really him?! It couldn't be!

He slipped a servo into the rippling streams, a sort of childish excitement filling him as the river parted around it. It effectively destroyed his image, but, in all honesty, he couldn't imagine actually having that face. A bit of overactive imagination, he figured, easily ignoring the retort from his logical side that, [Optical Sensors: Undamaged. Host: Incorrect.]

He splashed a bit longer, even trying to catch a fish by making his silver fing- digit- hooked like a fishing line. It didn't work, but it helped to calm his hear- spark- down greatly and let him think for a minute.

All of this confirmed one thing.

He was, indeed, a transformer.

The one series his sister never shut up about.

A frown slipped on his reflection's, distorted terribly in the rushing waters of the river. He didn't know how to feel about that. He guess he should be grateful for that, but after all the annoyances she caused because of it-

'[Unknown Entity Approaching.]'

That couldn't be good.