Hey, I know you all want me to update my crossover and that I haven't been. But, I've been trying to figure out how it will play out, and juggling my life. I just haven't figured out the climax yet.

But, I personally thought this plot was brilliant. I couldn't not post it. I have to hurry now before I forget anything.

I don't own Transformers and I never will. If I did, Sunstreaker and Prowl would be in the movies, and Jazz would never have died.

Enjoy.

I glared out the window as my whole life disappeared. Well, I'd still be able to see a small blue orb in the sky, but it'll no longer be part of my reality. Not for months.

My stupid father had to volunteer for this stupid mission and took his whole stupid family with him. Ok, we aren't stupid. I'm not at least. I'm probably the only sane one here.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Sam..." my Mom's sentence fell short. I turned to look at her unhappily. "Sam, forgive your father. You know how important this mission is for us all. He was the best candidate."

"The only other volunteer only had a dog." I pointed out. They needed a family to test the living possibilities on the moon. They needed to know the efficiency of everything and compare it to Earth standards.

"Yes, that's why they needed us. Just feel important that you're one of the first three people to actually live on the moon."

"I'd rather be the first to refuse to live on the moon." it's not like I had friends I left behind. I had a hard time trusting anyone to be close enough to make friends. It's just, they're hauling me out here for a whole year and I don't even have a choice!

"Judy, Sam. Come here a minute." Dad clicked the intercom off. Stupid thing... I followed her out and into the other room where Dad was piloting us on our five-hour journey to the moon. Space technology had advanced tremendously since the first mission to the moon a hundred and fifty years ago. "Alright, we're nearly there. And once we get there, we're just going to eat and go to bed, so we have an early rise tomorrow."

I sighed and leaned against the wall. This room was filled with a lot of big computer stuff. If something's big these days, you know it's got to be high-tech. I wasn't as mad as I let on, I just hate the whole no-option thing. That and I've had a very short temper lately. I'm giving Dad the stink-eye just to et the point across that if he ever does something like this again, I might kill him.

"Judy, I want you to maintain the house. Like you normally would. Give reports every so often, to tell how different it is from Earth. We want every detail, even small stuff. Like dust, ok?"

"Dust is nothing small. It always collects in those small little corners of stuff and it takes forever to find something that will get it out." she huffed.

"How about a sock?" I suggested. She rolled her eyes at me, but I honestly didn't understand why she cant just use a sock. I do.

"Yes, well, you're also in charge of food and meals. They'll send us more food every week. Sam, I want you to keep an eye on all the other stuff. The air lock, watching to make sure the radar works and warn us if there are any meteorites headed this way." Dad turned to me.

"Whatever." I sighed. I don't even have cell phone or internet device to stay up-to-date on Earth stuff. At least there'll be outlets I can charge my IPod in.

"What about you honey?" Mom asked, setting a hand on his shoulder.

"They're putting us on the edge of one of the last uncharged regions. I'm going to map it out and get a few pictures of the land." he replied.

"No!" I stood up. I dropped my personal crisis to recognize this wasn't in his physical ability. He's worked with NASA forever, and last year he had to go in for a knee surgery. He wasn't exactly fit. He was more the sit-behind-a-desk-and-do-important-stuff-there-where-he-can't-straign-himself person.

"Ron, you certainly aren't up to this. They should get a different team up here and do that." Mom objected with me.

"They don't have anyone to spare. There have been a lot of crashes on Mars and they're investigating that." he stated.

"You can't do this, you'll injure yourself. We don't know what's out there. You might get buirried alive and we'll never find you." Mom persisted.

"Judy, Someone's got to do it-" I cut him off.

"Then I will." I said quickly. They turned to me. "I mean, I'm pretty fit. I always come out on top of my gym class. Plus, I've got awesome reflexes."

"Not last year." Mom gave me a disappointed look. I'd been slipping in all my classes.

"Well, that was a fluke. I'd do fine." I insisted. Plus, exploring uncharted territory would be much more fun than sitting in front of a monitor all day. That's why I want to do this. Not because I'm worried about my dad. What teenager volunteers for work just so their parents don't have to do it?

"Are you sure..." Mom was hesitant.

"He'd do fine. He'd probably find it fun too. He'd always loved outer space. This puts him closer than sitting inside all day." Dad backed me up, trying to hide how relieved he was he didn't have to do it himself.

"But Ron... Sam..." Mom looked between us and caved. "Alright. It's not like there are wild animals out here. Just, be careful and keep your communicator on you."

"As you command." I bowed and turned to the door. "I'm back to watch my life fly away."

"Cheer up Sam, we've got a surprise waiting for you at the house." I ignored my Dad as I let the door close behind me.

When we landed, I grabbed my stuff and walked out, first through the air lock door. It closed behind me and I heard it seal. The next second, the other door open and air rushed into the small entry way. I was caught off guard and stumbled back slightly. After regaining my balance, I rushed through the familiar lay out to my room.

Stupid imitation house, stupid airlock. My patience is cut unbelievably short and I couldn't handle any more scientific discussions today. I locked my door and dropped my stuff on the floor. There was a knock on my door and I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling a childish tantrum coming on.

"We haven't videoed in yet. And you haven't had dinner." Dad objected.

"Tell ol' Lennox I'm good." I called back. I wasn't really hungry. I don't think I've really actually been hungry a day in my life. I've never put on fat weight, and I'm always perfectly healthy. The perfect patient.

But I have been sleeping allot.

I heard him walk away, realizing how strained I was. I took a deep breath and cooled down, opening my eyes and taking in my room for the first time.

There was a vibrant blue laptop sitting there on my desk. I grinned, grabbing and unplugged the computer quickly, jumping onto my bed.

Those little liars! We do get internet out here! I wasn't about to question it, but I was about to find out they'd put all my games and my music on here. On the top of the main screen were three groups of icons. The first group was all for Dad's former job, now mine. The second was for Mom, and the third was now Dads. I could check out their stuff, awesome.

I'd taken a two-year course to learn everything that we'd be doing here. I knew how to do every job. A two-year course for living up here a year. Oh yeah, I'm also going to be held back a year. I can't do online school, my work, especially my new one, is going to take up all my time. Eventually, I'm going to be gone whole days at a time, I'll have to go out so far.

I yawned, breaking myself out of my train of thought. After plugging my lap top back in, I changed out of my new suit, it was no more bulky than normal clothing, and it fit over our street clothing. The hood came up and the glass attached last. The glass went from just above my crown to below my chin. It even curved with my neck, for maximum flexibility.

The tank had unlimited air, for the air was recycled. There were two tanks, which I call the inhale tank, and the exhale tank. There was an altered plant in the tunnel between that could change the carbon dioxide to oxygen just as quickly as I could do the reverse. It didn't need any care, it didnt need so much carbon dioxide to survive.

I'll need more suits if I'm going to be going out so much. Maybe they'll get me another one next week with the food. Maybe I could sneak back to Earth when they head back.

No, I can't leave my Dad to do this job. No matter how mad I am at them, I'm not cruel.

The next chapter will be up very quickly. R&R, I'm literally starting now.