Hey I know I haven't updated in absolutely ages and here I am writing a new story, I know I know I need to update the ones I already have and I will, this story will just not let me go though and I'm hoping if I start posting it I'll be able to concentrate on my other stories as they desperately need updating.

Anyway, I have been on a Transformers kick for the past few years actually and its not leaving me any time soon, this idea just came to me after I watched the first film one day. I don't think its been done before although I can't vouch for that since I haven't read every Transformers story out there.

But I hope you like it, think of it as my apology present for not writing for so long. Let me know what you think!

An alarm clock shrieked shrilly for a few seconds before a hand shot out and threw it at the floor smashing it, a grey eye looked around blearily before the figure rolled over and buried deeper into the covers. Paper was strewn all over the floor and desk along with clothes and shoes and the odd soft toy, which the figure still liked to cuddle with despite their age. Then someone knocked on the door.

"Sis! Are you up yet? Come on, we've got school!"

The figure just grunted and buried their head under the pillow. Outside a green eyed boy rolled his eyes and sighed heavily is exasperation.

"I'm coming in, ok?" he asked before opening the door and looking around the room. Honestly it looked like a hurricane had been through the room, clothing was thrown everywhere along with pieces of paper. He spied the smashed alarm clock on the floor and rolled his eyes again. "Really Faelan, did you have to break another one?" he asked exasperated. Then he picked up some paper off her desk, "You were up working late again weren't you?"

There was another grunt and the covers pulled back to reveal a golden haired girl glaring blearily up at him dressed in a crumpled vest and shorts. Her eyes rolled towards the piece of paper blankly before turning back to him and yawning.

"What are you going on about Hadrian?" she asked. He sighed and put the paper down.

"Never mind Fae, just get up for school ok?" he said heading towards the door, he heard a grunt of agreement and movement towards the bathroom as he headed downstairs and smiled fondly to himself. Faelan might be the older of the two of them but in the mornings he certainly felt like the older one.

He entered the kitchen and smiled at his mum cooking bacon at the stove, he thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world with her red hair and the emerald green eyes he'd inherited off her, he certainly knew that many men admired her but she was too faithful to their father to even think of straying.

"Is your sister up yet?" she asked smiling at him. He snorted and sat down at the breakfast bar.

"She is now," he said grinning. "She was up late working again."

Evelyn White sighed heavily and plated up breakfast for them. "That girl…" she mumbled. "Your dad already left I'm afraid, he got called in early."

Jasper White was a police officer in their town of Tranquillity and sometimes got called in when he was off duty if it was a big enough issue much to their annoyance.

Hadrian nodded and started eating his breakfast turning slightly when he heard his sister coming down the stairs.

"Oh Fae! I wish you would wear something more… feminine," sighed Evelyn exasperated. Faelan and Hadrian both raised their eyebrows at her.

"I don't do feminine mum," muttered Faelan rolling her eyes, "I wear practical things." She looked down at her ripped jean shorts and plain t shirt. "Besides, what's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"Mum if she ever wore what some of the 'feminine' girls at school wear you'd throw a fit and make her get changed," snorted Hadrian. Evelyn smiled sheepishly at them and sat down to eat.

"I suppose. Oh, will you check the car before we leave sweetie?" she asked Faelan. "It was making some funny noises yesterday and I don't want it to breakdown on my way to work."

The girl nodded and stood up from the table snagging a piece of toast off her brother's plate.

"Sure mum, where are the keys?"

"They're by the door, thanks honey!" she called as her daughter headed outside. She heard Hadrian snort, "What?"

"Seriously mum? You complain about her not being feminine and then go ask her to check the car?" he asked amused. "That will so totally encourage her to become more feminine," he mumbled sarcastically dodging her swipe at him. "Besides if you're worried about her not having a boyfriend yet it's not because of how she dresses that guys don't ask her, she actually has quite a lot of admirers but they won't ask since the last guy from a couple of years ago. He kept pestering her to go out with him and she finally had enough when he tried to kiss her, so she kicked him in the balls," Hadrian explained.

"So the reason no one asks her out is because they're scared of her," stated Evelyn deadpan.

"Pretty much," nodded Hadrian as Faelan came back in and headed straight to the sink to wash the oil off her hands.

"The fuel injector was just a bit clogged mum," she said drying her hands. "I've fixed it up so you shouldn't have any problems now."

"Thanks sweetie," her mum said glancing at her watch. "Come on, we'd better go now or we're all going to be late. Are you ready?"

Faelan pinched an apple off the table and scooped her bag up off the floor. "Yep."

Hadrian and Faelan both sat in the back while their mum drove them to school, she worked as a chemist in a company the next town over so usually their dad would have brought them to school but she could bring them in since she was only working a half day today.

Faelan caught sight of a green convertible pulling up to the school ahead of them. "Oh I might be home late mum, if Sam gets an A for his family genealogy report today then he's going to be getting his first car and he asked that I go with him to make sure it won't be a complete lemon."

"Ok Fae," Evelyn acknowledged. "What about you Ri?"

Hadrian shrugged. "I dunno, I might hang out with the guys afterwards," he told her.

"So you're family genealogy report is today?" asked their mother switching back to Faelan.

"Yep, I did it on one of your ancestors mum," she said cheerfully. "One of the ones that was supposed to have been a witch."

Evelyn's family were from Ireland and a couple of centuries back most of them were thought to have been witches. Evelyn just grinned, thrilled that her daughter had picked her side of the family for her report.

"You better get an A."

Faelan scoffed and held her hand to her heart as if offended. "Who do you take me for? As if I'd accept anything less than an A," she exclaimed dramatically ignoring her brother's sniggering.

The two siblings got out of the car and headed inside smiling.

"If you see Sam before I do tell him I say good luck," Hadrian told her. She nodded in acknowledgement and started making her way towards her first class.

Although she wasn't a genius she definitely wasn't stupid, she got all A's and B's but her favourite classes were hands on ones like Art, Sports and Shop. All three of these classes were the most helpful when it came to her interests and hobbies and therefore she always put the most effort into them, but that didn't mean she neglected her other classes even if she found them utterly useless like English.

She didn't see Sam until lunch because despite being good friends the two of them didn't share that many classes any more unlike when they were younger which meant they often had to meet up outside of school to spend any decent amount of time together. She waved happily to him as she ran outside to sit with him on the grass.

"Hi Sam! Ready for your report?" she asked grinning. She knew how much he was looking forward to getting a car and he'd be devastated if he didn't get the A his dad had asked for as part of the requirements.

"I think so," he answered slightly nervous. "I mean, I really need that A, so I'm going to do my best to get it."

"That's the spirit," she cheered clapping him on the back. "Who did you pick to do it on?" she asked taking out her lunch and starting to eat.

"My great-great-grandfather," Sam answered around a mouthful of food. "You know, the one that went crazy, started drawing weird symbols and talking about an iceman."

Faelan nodded slowly as she tried to remember what he'd told her years ago. "Yeah I remember, wasn't it when he went to explore the arctic?" she asked frowning.

"Yep, so who did you pick?" asked Sam curiously, he knew both sides of her family were supposed to have supernatural backgrounds so she was actually a bit spoiled for choice when it came to picking an interesting ancestor.

"A rumoured witch on my mum's side of the family," she replied grinning. "It's easier trying to explain that my mum's family were thought to be witches than explaining how my dad's family were supposed to be spirit walkers."

Sam grimaced in acknowledgement, even though she'd explained it to him many times he still didn't really understand about the whole spirit walking thing. It seemed so bizarre and totally out of this world, it wasn't something that really sunk in for him since it seemed so unreal.

"A witch is still pretty cool though," he mused.

She nodded happily and started packing up to get ready for history class, they had a double period so it was their last class of the day thankfully and they wouldn't have to do much other than do their own report and listen to the rest of the class. Unfortunately since both their surnames started with 'W' it meant they were going to amongst the last in the class, Faelan always thought that waiting was the worst part because you got to see how good everyone else's reports were before it was your turn.

Faelan knew it was really rude but she really couldn't concentrate on the other reports, she was more concerned doodling in her notebook and going over her work from last night to make sure her latest project was up to spec.

"Miss White, you're up next," called the teacher interrupting her thoughts.

She looked up startled, had the time really gone by that quickly, only Sam was left after her. She hurried up to the front of the room and started pulling out things from her bag for her report.

"I chose to do my report on an ancestor from my mum's side of the family, her family come from Ireland, in fact my brother and I are the first generation not to have been born in Ireland," Faelan started pulling out a print of a painting showing a red haired woman with bright green eyes.

"My ancestor Megan O'Malley lived some four hundred years ago and was amongst many in the family that was believed to be a witch. The family had a reputation of witchcraft from when the witch trials were going on and many of them were actually killed in the trials, the reputation was strong enough that even centuries later when the supernatural wasn't believed in as much the family was still looked upon suspiciously.

It is more likely that Megan was a folk healer and that the locals just mistook it for witchcraft because they couldn't explain how she'd managed to heal people," she paused for a moment. "I've also read accounts that the vivid green colour of their eyes was another reason people thought that the O'Malleys were witches, they thought it was an unnatural colour. Unfortunately I don't share that eye colour but my mum and brother both have the O'Malley green eyes and I think you can agree they're a pretty unusual green," she said holding up a picture of her mother and brother showing off the aforementioned green eyes. Having finished she glanced at the teacher to see him nodding at her in satisfaction.

"Well done Miss White, A-," he told her gesturing for her to sit down. She smiled happily to herself and sat down at her seat, patting Sam good luck on the shoulder as she passed him.

Even though she'd heard about his great-great-grandfather before Faelan still found listening to Sam fascinating, probably because she'd never seen any of the heirlooms he'd brought with him before. It was just a shame that the rest of the class were such asses and kept making fun of him while he was trying to give his report… it probably didn't help that he kept trying to sell the things he'd brought with him.

She waited anxiously outside the classroom door to see if he'd got an A or not and grinned when he came running out of the door with a smile splitting his face. Faelan laughed and ran after him jumping in to the back of his dad's convertible while he excitedly showed his dad his A-.

"Yep, it's an A," Ron finally said. Faelan cheered raising a fist in the air.

"So we're good?" asked Sam grinning.

"We're good," affirmed his dad pulling out on to the road. "So how did you do Faelan? You get a good grade too?"

"Same, an A-," she replied smiling. "You know, seeing how excited Sam is I almost wish I'd taken my parents up on their offer of a car for my sixteenth."

Sam snorted. "I don't think you really mean that, you love your 'babies' too much."

"True," she admitted with a sheepish grin.

"Hey I got a surprise for you two," called Ron pulling in to a Porsche dealership.

Faelan was struggling not to laugh as Sam spazed out over possibly getting a Porsche, she exchanged glances with Ron and smirked, she could tell that this was a joke. Not that she blamed him, she loved Sam but he was an utter spaz and she wouldn't trust him with a brand new car, never mind an expensive new car as his first one.

Still, she had to protest when she saw the junkyard they did eventually drive up to, they'd be lucky to find a car not destined for the scrapheap here. Faelan ignored Sam's complaints in favour of looking around, if this was what she had to work with then she was going to make sure to find the best car possible... even if it was looking like an impossible task.

The rev of an engine and a flash of yellow out of the corner of her eye caught her attention, there sat a 1977 Chevrolet Camaro done up in yellow with black racing stripes.

She immediately made a beeline for it, circling it like a vulture for a few minutes before popping the hood to check the engine. Her jaw dropped open when she saw the pristine piece of machinery that was the engine and hesitantly ran a hand over it.

"Holy fuck," she whispered. "What insane person got rid of a piece of mech like this? You are one hot piece of machinery my friend," she said closing the hood, she was sure the car shivered at her words.

She ignored the strange reaction and opened the driver's door to check the interior, the leather seats were a bit scuffed but there wasn't any major damage to them and the few switches she flicked seemed to be in working order. All in all in was a pretty decent car and definitely better than any other car in the lot, she actually shuddered to think of Sam driving around in one of those death traps, as a first car or any car they were definitely a big no. Faelan sat back for a moment and grinned before sticking her head out of the window.

"Hey Sam! Over here!" She sat back and patted the dashboard noticing the 'Bee-otch' air freshener hanging from the rear view mirror and linked it with the paint job smiling. "Don't worry Bee, I'll make sure Sam buys you, it'd be a crime to leave a fine car like you in this scrapyard."

The car shuddered but she ignored it again as Sam had reached the car and stuck his head in through the window.

"Nice," he commented glancing around the interior. "Very nice."

She grinned and shifted over to the passenger's seat as he got in. "I swear Sam if you don't buy this car I might just have to beat some sense into you," she said half seriously. "But seriously Sam, you won't find a better car here and I'm amazed you've found one this good looking at all the other cars and your mom will feel better if it doesn't look like a death trap right from the start."

Sam nodded and called his dad over excitedly.

"How much for it?" asked Ron looking over at the sales man.

"Well considering the semi classic nature of the vehicle and the custom paint job-"

"But the paint's faded," protested Sam while Faelan rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, its custom faded," Bobby told him. Faelan snorted, good grief. "Five thousand."

What the-? There was no way he'd seen the engine if that was the price he wanted, that alone was worth over five thousand, never mind paying for the rest of the car.

"Nope, sorry I'm not paying over four," Ron stated somewhat sadly seeing how much the two of them liked the car.

Sam protested as he got out trying to change his dad's mind, not that she could blame him because they really weren't going to find a better car in this place. She mused over offering him the extra money when she realised the door was stuck and she couldn't get out, she pushed at the door again and even though the handle moved the door wouldn't open.

"I'm stuck," she called catching their attention, typical that the one thing that was really wrong was the door she was trying to get out of. "Come on Bee, I'll try and persuade him ok? I don't want to have to leave you here anymore than you do."

Ok so talking to a car might seem very strange but Faelan had a habit of talking to all sorts of objects, like the time her brother collapsing laughing when he found her having an 'argument' with her phone because it decided to go haywire and the time she scolded her laptop for getting a virus and... yeah let's just say that for her talking to a car wasn't that strange.

Bobby was ignoring her in favour of showing off the car next to the Camaro but Sam and Ron were just about to reach her when the door suddenly came loose and whammed into the yellow beetle that Bobby was in.

"Oh god!" she squeaked. "Bad Bee!" she hissed under her breath, she swore the damn car laughed at her. "I'm so sorry, the door was stuck!" She hurriedly got out of the car and ran over to see if he was ok.

"It's fine I'll just get it hammered out," he waved her off before making his way over to yet another car to try and sell to them.

Suddenly the radio on the Camaro started running through channels making her look back at in confusion but it quickly settled on a high pitched shriek that made them all drop to the ground as the windows of all the cars in the lot exploded.

Bobby looked around the lot in shocked horror before turning on Ron and squeaking out "Four thousand!" in an attempt to get rid of the Camaro before it trashed any more cars.

Faelan raised an eyebrow at the yellow car, she swore that if a car could look smug the Camaro looked like the cat that got the canary. She snickered a bit as Sam looked torn between being ecstatic at getting a good car and being freaked out about what it had just done, she rolled her eyes and dragged him back towards the yellow Camaro while his dad sorted out the paperwork.

"Come on Sam, he won't bite," she mocked.

"He?" Sam asked incredulously giving her weird looks.

"What, you think your car is a girl?" she asked raising an eyebrow and glancing at the car when it whined. "Dude I think he's insulted."

"Wha- it's a car Faelan!" exclaimed Sam. "Cars don't have genders!"

"How do you know?"

"Because it's a car! It isn't alive!"

The car whined again.

"Aww! Don't worry Bee, I love you," she cooed hugging the hood.

"What the-! You named it?!"

"Doesn't he suite it?" she asked absently patted the hood. "With his colours and the air freshener I thought it was perfect." She opened the car door and grinned. "Well? Do you want to drive or shall I?"

Apparently Sam wasn't freaked out enough to pass up being the first to drive his new car, because he certainly dived into the seat fast enough. She shook her head amused and walked around to the passenger side and telling Bee he better not mess with the door this time before getting in.

"Alright! Let's see what Bee can do!" she cheered punching the air.

So what did you think? I know it doesn't really explain much about Faelan yet but the next few chapters will.

Please review so I can get some feedback!