Disclaimer: I don't own any Transformers characters.

This story is only updated on Fridays. I apologize for any problems regarding that, but what can I do?

This story is co-authored by my sister, known as Vash (nickname)

This story is also dedicated to Vash

A Spark's Desire

Prologue

My name is Sidney Poole…or at least, it was. I was an American citizen with waist length black hair, with orange highlights, and you could say that I was pretty average. I wasn't pretty or ugly and the only thing that stood out was my ivy green eyes. My eyes were my favorite features.

I didn't expect to die so suddenly. I mean, I was an artist! What kind of trouble can an artist get into? I went to the NC School of Arts. I painted. I drew. I sketched with charcoal. It's quite possibly the messiest medium anyone can ever use aside from clay, but if we include clay we're straying from the topic of sketching. I even created my own short comic, but then something very weird happened.

It all started when I got this invitation to an art show. Apparently some hot shot saw my art and wanted to showcase it in their gallery somewhere in New York. Since I was a North Carolina girl, and had never been out of the state much in my life, the only major cities I had been to were Wilmington and Raleigh. I was nervous about going to New York.

"You have to go!" my good friend Nichole Pentimone exclaimed as soon as she saw the letter in my hand. She was a short girl, about a head shorter than me, with a wild head of blonde hair and slate grey eyes. She was the extrovert to my introvert. She was the peanut to my butter, but she was the smooth kind. Not the chunky kind. You wouldn't find her getting lodged in any awkward situations.

"Why? I'm perfectly comfortable just sending my paintings." I murmured to her as we sat in my living room. Actually, I lived in a cramped two room apartment…but it was a good enough home for me. Nichole clucked at me and shook her head, obviously disappointed.

"You're going even if I have to pack your bags myself." She said as she got up and ran to my room. I got up, running after her. The last thing I needed was for her to pack all of my 'slutty' clothing which included short shorts, miniskirts, and the like. I preferred long clothing that was relatively modest, but I still kept all the things people bought me. It was rude to throw away gifts, was it not?

I sighed, knowing that Nichole wouldn't take no for an answer, and started to help her pack. The ticket I had received was for a flight the next day and I was getting anxious since I had never flown on a plane before. Perhaps it had to do with my fear of heights, perhaps not. All I knew was that I wanted to get to New York and back as quickly as possible. I didn't know anyone up there and it made me uncomfortable to be in an unfamiliar place by myself.

Apparently, I didn't have any say in the matter. Nichole made me go to sleep at an 'appropriate' time and she even drove me to the airport the next morning. We looked at each other for a moment and for some reason…I felt as if that was the last time I would ever see her.

My eyes filled with tears and I bit my lip, but silly Nichole only gave me a weird look. A grin spread across her face and she patted me on the shoulder before gathering me in a hug. I clung to her and buried my face in her shoulder as the tears streamed down my cheeks. Nichole was confused, of course, considering she had no idea of my… obvious premonition a few seconds ago.

"Cheer up, Sunny!" she said, saying my nickname. Mine was Sunny and hers was Moony. Sun and Moon, do you get it? I laughed weakly as we let each other go. I gave my best friend one more smile before I turned and boarded the plane.

But, little did I know…that it really was the last time I would see her.