A/N: This is my first try at an "altering the first movie" fic, and I will say that it will be changing the events of the first A LOT, with some of the characters omitted, and many things playing out differently. Mission City, Sector 7, etc will all be there and most things that are crucial to the first movie will take place. It's just not going to be a line-for-line, scene-for-scene the same with an OC thrown in there. And of course, this is only the start of the story, as we will go beyond there as well. So that's just a heads up, since I know these fics can go either way. I wanted to make all of this clear.

Yes this was a repost. Something went wrong so I just deleted and re posted. Sorry about that.

Pairings: OptimusxElita, IronhidexChromia, SamxMikaela (eventually), OCxCarly (eventually)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Transformers, nor any canon characters in any, way, shape, or form. Nor is the plot of the first Transformers film my own. Trevor Ridley and any other OCs, however, belong to me.

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PROLOGUE

He had failed.

In all thirty-four vorns of life, Bumblebee had never felt so ashamed of himself as he had now. He had thought for sure if he got rid of the other candidates, and spooked "Bobby Bolivia" that the man would relent. But he hadn't, rather, he kicked Sam Witwicky, and his father, Ron off the lot, and well, the rest wasn't pretty. Given that the scout now found himself in the scrapyard. He had few options allotted to him, with his withstanding orders being not to reveal himself to the humans. He could not drive out of the scrap yard, the spaces were too narrow. And if he walked out of there, every human in the city would be rushing out to see the giant robot.

He sunk on his tires and purred his engine lightly. Did he contact the rest of the Autobots now? Tell them that he had failed and would need assistance? No doubt Ironhide would never let him hear the end of it, having been against him going from the start. The thought made him balk, he loved the weapons specialist, but it was an absolutely annoying idea to think that he'd prove Ironhide right. "It's over there." Bumblebee stalled everything at the sound of the voice that echoed through the scrapyard. "You sure, Chet? It doesn't look like much, you'd be ripping Trevor off something-."

"Is that it?"

Bumblebee adjusted his side view mirrors to watch silently as a trio of figures approached. One was the greased up, ugly, and overweight man that owned the scrapyard. The second was lean, and tall, with a messy mop of hair, and a crooked nose. Between them was a boy, around fifteen, if not closer to sixteen. He had light blond hair and green eyes, and between the three, was the most thin in stature. "Yep, that's it," The ugly one commented as he wiped his mouth off on his shirt sleeve. "Don't say I never give ye the bang fer yer buck either. It's a sports car."

As the boy approached, Bumblebee did his best to remain still. What was the man talking about? Had this boy bought him? No, no, no this couldn't be happening. He needed to find Sam Witwicky, and this boy, "Trevor" was not Sam Witwicky. He was a liability. "It's beautiful," Trevor muttered, his voice low. "I know I can't even drive yet, but can't you guys just imagine me, driving it? The wind in my face, the hair-."

"The money in my hand," Trevor frowned as the owner held out his hand. "Twenty-five bucks, that's about all it's worth to me anyway. It's old as dirt, and quite honestly, I don't need any more crap in my lot," He spat to the side a bit as Trevor began to go into his pockets. "For a small up-front fee, I'll even hand deliver 'er to your daddy's garage."

Bumblebee's mirror turned upward to take in the man's expression. By the look on his face, Bubmlebee didn't want to know what exactly the up-front fee was. Trevor scoured his pockets carefully, pulling out each of his dollars carefully. A lot of his money was in small change, signs that perhaps his family wasn't as well-off as others, but he still came up with the money. "I only have twenty-five," Trevor announced, giving it over to the man. "Can you maybe help me anyway, though? Dad had to take the truck into town, and-."

"I gave you a classic car for twenty-five bucks kid," The man replied with a little snort. "Do I look like a charity service? Start pushing, I have more money to make, and a lot richer customers than you," Trevor frowned, staring down at the car that he had just purchased, nervously. "What? Don't give me that look, it ain't my fault you're dirt poor."

Bumblebee inwardly bristled at how cruel the man had been. The boy had clearly worked hard to earn the money, even if it wasn't much. And here he was, downplaying it because of social and economic status. It reminded him, rather bitterly, of the Caste system on Cybertron. "Yeah, well screw you too!" Trevor shouted, anger rising in him. "This is why no one likes you, you jerk."

Trevor sighed quietly, looking down at the car, he began to inspect it further. It seemed to be in fine working order, at least in his opinion, though he knew that his father may have had a different opinion. But it was still his, his first car, and he'd paid for it himself. "The least I can do is listen to some tunes while I shove you through this place," Trevor muttered, turning the key in the ignition, as soft rock music began to play. "Please don't be heavy," He muttered under his breath. "Dad'll kill me if I break my back."

It amazed Bumblebee that the boy was willing to even begin to lug him anywhere. But even so, he moved behind him, and began, with some struggle, to push. Bumblebee watched through the rearview mirror this time as the boy didn't even seem to flinch, sweat already dripping down his face. After several minutes, however, he leaned against his trunk, stopping and heaving. "Wonderful, just wonderful," Trevor muttered under his breath. "How am I going to lug you out of here when I can barely get you five feet?"

Trevor looked about ready to give up when he heard the old radio inside slowly start to change. Eventually settling on a station playing "Eye Of The Tiger", a fact which Trevor seemed to chuckle at. Was the car somehow trying to egg him into keeping up? The answer was yes, it was Bumblebee's intention. Perhaps he wouldn't stay with the boy long, but he was his ticket out of her and to the humans, to Sam. "Alright," Trevor muttered, laughing to himself. "You got it, eye of the tiger..."

Bumblebee subtly shifted his weight, allowing Trevor to more easily move him. The boy seemed to give a sigh of utter relief, it was moving faster now, and with much more ease. He didn't need his dad, or his tow truck to bring it in, he didn't even need his permission. This car was going to be his. "That's more like it, yeah, much more like it," He stated, wiping the sweat from his brow. "By the time my sixteenth birthday comes around... You'll be fixed up so nicely, my dad'll have to let me race."

Inwardly, Bumblebee felt a certain guilt at the fact he knew it would never happen. Unknowing that while he sat there in uncertainty, fate was writing a new destiny for them both.

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A/N: And there's the start! I know, a little short, but the chapters will be much longer. What do you guys think? Any good? Should I continue?