A/N- I need to thank my beta, P.A.W.07, for helping me keep her less of a Mary Sue then she already is by just being related to Sam.

Disclaimer- I don't own it! If I owned it, I would be rich and not typing this up.

Summary- How might have things been different if Sam had a deaf little sister? After all, he couldn't just run off at a moments notice. And besides, what if she was different from normal humans as well?

Rating- PG-13, eventually. Right now it isn't.

Sign Language beginning or ending of chapter (Me giving notes) Language of the Autobots

Mute (Transformers 2007 fanfiction)

Chapter One- Sam's Camaro

It was a quiet morning, even by Emma Witwicky's standards. The wind blew lightly, gently kissing her forehead and cheeks, like a mother would. In the silence that was so comforting, yet it made it very painfully obvious that she was alone at times. Life was silent, much like how the Allspark was in the creation of her children, and yet when their deaths cut through her, she made no sound. So, the Allspark lived in silence, something that Emma might understand better than anyone. Yet she knew nothing of the Allspark even though there was a haunting, frightening, pain behind the persona in her dreams.

Above, the sun showered down on the world, warming the sidewalk, the trees, and Emma in her school's uniform: a navy blue skirt which was absorbing the sun's light. The sun gave life, like the Allspark did, with silence, warmth, and, at times, pain. Emma was oblivious to this though, she was just enjoying the way the sun made the Earth glow, or right now, lit up the bus stop.

Emma jumped when a hand gently rested itself on her shoulder. She whirled around to see her apologetic, yet laughing, older brother by two years, Sam. Her own eyes, the same color as his, looked back, annoyed, despite the fact that the wind was teasing her golden hair. Sam smiled, and signed out, slowly and clumsily, "Sorry sis. Have fun at school, and stop talking so loud in class!"

Emma beamed, and Sam pointed behind her. She turned, saw the bus, and then faced him again. With a huge smile, and a bigger hug, Emma had said 'see you later' in a language both understood. Moving her shoulder bag more onto one shoulder, she took a more balanced stance. With a wave, she went onto the bus, and took a seat. Unlike the other children, whether they be deaf or mute, no one would 'talk' with her.

As Sam watched the bus leave, the brunet let out a sharp sigh. 'Stop pitying her Witwicky! What are you, just another idiot who feels sorry for her?' he thought.

A sudden, sharp, blast of the horn from his Dad's car sent him running to the house to grab all of his things. After all, with the way it was planned, he was sure to get that 'A' grade and his car. Sam Witwicky soon found that he would have rather stayed in bed.

Emma's school day passed by with boredom, and annoyance. Ever since the entire school had gotten Smart Boards, the teachers in Emma's opinion, weren't on top of their jobs. Well, at least the teachers stood and looked like this was a waste of their time since they probably believed that these children, in their class, couldn't learn anything since they were deaf or mute. Few exceptions were made, and Emma was relieved to get out of there. She ran out the door, book bag over her shoulder, and onto the bus. She was released from what she liked to call, "the place of insane people and evil wardens".

Once the bus came to her stop, Emma skipped a little off the bus, about to head into the house, when she saw a beat up yellow car with black racing stripes in the drive way. Seeing Sam, she walked over to him with a smile on her face. "I like the car! Did you name him?" Emma 'asked', slowly, as she felt uncomfortable in the school clothes.

"Who says this car is a he?" Sam asked, glaring a little, and enunciating so she could read his lips easier.

"Most cars are! What's his name?" stated Emma in a persistent way, reminding Sam of when they were younger.

"You name him if you want too. Hey, want to come with Miles and me to the lake?" he responded, trying to keep from turning away, eyes looking away from her face.

It was hard not to look away, especially when Sam sometimes didn't want to meet her smiling face. It reminded him sometimes of how selfish he was, like today, with the car he got instead of a Porsche. He remembered how Dad once told Emma she would never drive, which made Sam promise he would drive her. It had worked and he had cheered up his crying sister; it also reminded him of how his parents didn't know how to handle their deaf daughter. In a feral rush, he was jerked out of his musings when Emma's thin arms wrapped around him in a tight hug, knocking him down onto his back by her hug.

Emma nodded happily in reply to his earlier question, eyes shining. "Go get changed then!" Sam exclaimed, giving her a bit of a shove and Emma went off towards to the house, sticking her tongue out at him.

As Sam watched her run into the kitchen door, he kicked himself mentally. In Sam's, lucid, overprotective state, he felt that only Emma deserved to whine and pout like he had earlier. Their parents had restrained her so often that the older brother could only feel sorry for her, and that made him hate himself sometimes. Emma Witwicky didn't need any more pity in her life. Shaking his head, he followed her inside, only to laugh at her when he saw her hopping down the stairs. With ease, he caught her arm and pulled her back upstairs, earning himself a glare, followed by an eye roll. He ignored her and gently shoved her into a chair one of his chairs.

After entering the house, Emma had rushed upstairs to change. Silently and quickly, the little sister changed into a pair of jeans and a dark purple blouse. Hopping down the stairs, she pulled on a pair of purple socks, and white shoes. She had learned at the age of six how to do this without tumbling head first down the stairs.

The silent little sister was startled by her older brother who was going up the stairs, especially since he grabbed her arm dragging back upstairs. Sticking her tongue out at him, she rolled her eyes at him. Eventually, she settled on pouting, but hopped backwards with the stupid shoe. It finally slid on just as Sam gently shoved her into one of his chairs, while he went over to his computer.

Sticking her tongue out at him, to show how she felt about selling their great-grandfather's, or as they often shortened it to, grandfather's, glasses. He waved her off a little, and went through his 'attract the hottest girl in school' thing, which made Emma let out a snort that made Sam jump. As normal for Emma, she didn't hear, but she felt it rumble slightly in her nose.

Sam smirked a little, thinking again. Emma had always been deaf, something that had once caused him to suffer. Mom and Dad had often ordered him to watch out for his sister and make sure his sister stayed safe; he used to get pissed off by it.

Yet, one day, his silent little sister got pushed into the dirt because she couldn't hear or read. Sam leapt into action then, and got beaten up for his troubles. He never again got pissed off about taking care of her again, but he did get beaten up a lot more for trying to save her. "Let's go," he stated, emphasizing it with a wave of his hand.

Emma smiled warmly, in that smile of her's, and then signed, hands trembling slightly, "Race ya!"

She was gone a few seconds later, out the door. Sam let out a slight whoop, and ran after her. In Emma's silent world, she didn't notice him coming up on her until he nearly passed her. She gave him a sisterly shove, and ran out the door, across the grass. She stopped by the Camaro, noting that Dad was lecturing Sam.

With a slight shrug, she sat up on the vehicle's hood, and started to look at the new car. All cars, in Emma's vast opinion, deserved a name. It gave them life, be the car a he or she. In this case, the car reminded her of a bumblebee.

A sporty car that was fast with the particular paint job, although faded, reminded her more so of a bumblebee. She slowly signed, for emphasis, into the hood, "Bumblebee."

She blamed her overactive imagination that she felt the car let a rumble loose which reminded her of a purr. She jumped, though remained on the hood and turned toward the passenger side when a hand touched her arm. Emma leapt and fell off the hood onto the ground. Sam was hovering in a minute, trying to hide his laughter while he helped her up. A good natured, though not gentle, hit on the arm told him he was forgiven. It also started a semi-good natured fight that ended with Emma surrendering to the 'Master Tickler' as Sam liked to dub himself.

Releasing his sister from his tickle kung-fu, she shoved him off her, and stood, silently brushing herself off. Emma's older brother unlocked the car and watched her get into the backseat, shaking his head a little. Sam turned to her, making sure he had her attention, before he asked, "What's this guy's name?"

"Bumblebee!" she signed quickly, her fingers moving quickly, like the insect she named the car after.

"Bumblebee?" Sam asked in an odd way, jumping like a cat that had just fell into water head first.

The radio suddenly came on; Emma had a feeling it was really loud. After all, she could feel enough of the vibrations from the speakers to guess the radio had just sung out, "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Emma smiled, happy for a Beatles' song, and curled up in the backseat once again. She started to doze the minute the car turned over. Soon Sam drove out, wondering about Emma. He knew it wasn't her fault that she fell asleep in cars. It was a drunk driver, who nearly killed her when she was four, that made her that way. She either panicked, which usually happened around their parents, or Emma would fall asleep. The bus would just make her excited; Sam shook his head. Soon Sam was surfing the radio trying to find some music he liked, but it kept going back to a classical station.

"Why is this car doing this?" Sam whispered to himself, playing with the radio.

When the pair finally picked up Miles, Emma was awake, feeling the car stop. Miles grinned at her when he sat down in the front seat, ruffling her hair a little before settling down to talk to Sam about Mikaela. Even sideways, Emma could read part of their conversation, and the name of Sam's 'love interest' often came up from Miles. With that thought, Emma snuggled down into the seat and let out a little, soundless yawn. She didn't find it weird when the seatbelt came around her in order to keep her safe, yet comfortable. Soon she just fell asleep, feeling a warm and gentle purr like rumbling in the seats. It was odd, yet Emma smiled. 'Bumblebee likes the name already,' she thought.

Once Sam was sure Emma was asleep, Sam was more open about discussing Mikaela.

"Hey, dude, why do like that evil, jock concubine? She doesn't care about the likes of us," Miles stated.

"She was nice to Emma once. That's what made me notice her, way back in the first grade," Sam answered.

"Yeah, you care too much about your sister," Miles commented, earning him a hit from Sam.

When they pulled up to the lake, Miles commented, "Hey, are we allowed to be here?"

"Oh course we are allowed to be here, it's a public place. Hey, sis? We are here," Sam responded, turning half way around to wake his sister.

Yet the older brother quickly stopped his movement. Seeing her asleep made Sam inwardly groan. He hated waking Emma up. It was like poking a snake with a stick, because both usually lashed out violently and often struck. He gently shook Emma until she woke, and she blinked up at him.

"The seats are warm," Emma signed out slowly, and sat up, not noticing that the seatbelt had come off.

Sam was relieved, which showed on his face, that she hadn't hit him … but, suddenly she gently smacked him on the head, which got her a glare. Emma pointed to the door, and he got out. The younger sister followed him out quickly and her eyes glittered in amusement as Sam let her go free from the car without a comment. Miles would look after her, Sam was positive he would, so Emma looked around for Miles. She quickly found him starting to climb a tree and followed him up, ignorant of Trent's laughter. She was also ignorant of his cruel comments, but Miles heard them. He didn't stop even though he did take notice of them, knowing full well that if he stopped Emma would too and likely notice the jock's mocking.

"Well, we got the Witwickys, one mute and the other dumb," Trent teased, making Miles stopped suddenly.

Emma fell; she had been right behind Miles when he had stopped like that. She landed hard on her back, forcing all the air out of his lungs. She let out a soft whimper when her lungs gained oxygen again, causing Miles to look down at her.

Sam rushed over to her and helped her to stand. It took Emma signing, many times over that she was fine, before he turned back to Trent. He was tense, and Emma took it as a sign to walk backward in the direction of the car. Sam only got clingy when someone insulted her or he thought she was in danger. The silent sister loved her brother, she really did, but he annoyed her at times. Feeling the tension in the air, Emma went back inside Bumblebee, curling up in the back. Sam would understand, and she knew it; soon, she started to go into a light doze, not noticing the light music that was playing as she snuggled down into the fabric of the seat. Emma smiled, and signed into the seats, "This is nice. I'm glad Sam found you, or was it that you found Sam? However it worked out, I am very happy you are here."

Emma soon found that the 'purr' feeling was soothing. It was why she wanted a cat, not Mojo. Slowly, but surely, she fell into a light sleep, completely relaxed. She didn't notice the changing of people, but did notice when the seat bucked slightly. She moved a little, and sat half way up, the seatbelt secure around her waist. Emma guessed Sam had buckled her in, and then she saw Mikaela, who was now staring at her. Emma yawned silently, and Mikaela noticed it.

"Oh, hello," Mikaela stated, and Emma waved.

"Uh, Emma doesn't talk," Sam stated, and Mikaela looked over at him.

Emma shrugged a little at the comment, settling back down into the seats and curling up like a little kitten while watching Mikaela. Even from the side, her face was full of expression, and her mouth enunciated words perfectly. 'She'd make the perfect teacher at school,' she thought, tracing a symbol on Bumblebee's seats.

"She seems tired," Mikaela stated, trying and failing to keep the pity out of her eyes.

Emma shifted a little under the gaze, and yawned before uncurling. She sat up, and signed into the mirror, "I am."

Sam translated with a little laugh because of Emma's face. Her eyes were half closed, and when she curled back up, he didn't need to see her, knowing she could be covering her nose with her hand like a kitten. "She seems really nice," Mikaela stated.

Unknown to the three humans, a fourth party had been listening in while they had bumped over the road. As 'he' jolted over the many bumps in the road, Emma was sitting halfway up, and she grabbed the seats tightly, trying to keep still, eyes widened slightly in fear.

Emma had been completely relaxed, but now she was eyeing Sam with a look. He wouldn't dare try something like that, especially not with Emma in the car with him. Maybe on his own, but otherwise, no. "Sam? What are you doing?" Emma asked, her hands shaking slightly.

Unfortunately, Sam was a little preoccupied with Mikaela, and Bumblebee's misbehaving. They were quickly parked at the lookout, and Emma sighed as the two got out. "Bumblebee, usually, the little sister isn't present at times like these," Emma signed into the seats trying to laugh it off.

With no other reason to stay awake, she snuggled back down into the seats, and fell asleep. It didn't matter that she hadn't been tired, she always slept in cars, especially since the accident. Plus, she really didn't want to be awake if Sam 'did' decided to do something that shouldn't be done when little sisters were around.

After dropping Mikaela off at home, he stopped on the street for a moment. At the age of six, he could have anything he wanted for his birthday. The day was his, yet he went to Emma because he hated planning, so he went to her. She gave him the idea of having an all day party with his friends and "just" his friends. It had taken awhile for him to understand that it didn't include her. It was her first and last attempt to get them to not be so close.

This resulted in the car accident of the mother of her friend. The car was totaled in the accident because of a drunk driver. Emma barely made it out alive; luckily, she had been in the backseat of a car, where the passenger side of the backseat was bending over her. The silent child had awoken to pain in her legs, and darkness which resulted in her fear. Her fear was quickly accompanied with high pitched screams. Nowadays, instead of screaming like she usually did until Sam calmed her down, she slept. Sometimes, Sam worried over the fact she obviously felt safer with him then their parents, but always shrugged it off. After all, it might just be the whole 'peer' thing.

Emma had luckily stayed asleep until they were home. If she had woken up in the dark of the backseat, Emma would have started screaming in pure panic, which might have made them late for the curfew. Sam turned around, and looked at his little sister. His sister, quiet even in sleep, was curled up like a cat, knees up to her chin, one arm over her knees, and another arm cradling her head. One of her hands was pinned under her head, but the other covered her nose like a cat would, and Sam wished he didn't have to wake her up.

Stretching, Emma noticed they were parked, and home. Grinning, she got out of the car quickly and was soon wide awake. The wind, something Sam never noticed, tugged at her already messy hair. Sam smiled back at her, and then they went in, greeting their parents before sitting down to eat dinner. They gave their parents 'good night' hugs, and Emma raced Sam up the stairs.

Sam won, but barely, and she, on purpose, over-acted her distress at losing. It caused Sam to chuckle since it was very odd to see Emma 'talk', with no sound while 'dying' in the hallway. "Good night sis," Sam interrupted.

She instantly stood up perfectly straight and signed, "Good night Sam. I love you."

Sam signed back, "I love you too."

That night, as Emma drifted off into the land of sleep, Allie appeared once more. In fact, her drifting off, was like walking into a fog. The only difference was the fact she had a feeling she knew where she was going.

In her dreams, Emma always looked the same, it was Allie that changed over the two years. Emma had put her up to her desperate need to talk, to hear, to not be so lonely, and so what if Allie had appeared two years ago, right after that huge cube thing she had found after getting lost in Hoover Dam? "Hello Emma," Allie greeted.

Allie's right eye was red, the left one blue. She had pale skin that seemed to have a slight tinge of silver, and her hair was black with a tinge of gray. Her voice was young, yet old. Naive, yet full of wisdom. The voice was that of a mother, yet a daughter. She was very contradictory, and it often gave Emma a headache. "Why do you talk to me?" Emma asked, her voice light and airy, like wind chimes in her dream.

"Because I like you Emma, and because you know me. You've had a hard life, yet you have such a love for life. Unlike some of my children, yet so much like others. Unfortunately, two brothers have decided to make a war over it. Sadly, children must learn from their own mistakes,"Allie stated.

"You're cruel," Emma muttered, turning away from Allie.

Allie's cold fingers forced Emma's face up to her's, having Emma look straight into her mismatched eyes. "But you know I'm also kind. You also know that I love all my children, and my heart breaks when they die. You also know that my words mean death to them. You can feel it, even if you hide it in the back of your mind," Allie stated, and Emma let out a little whimper.

Allie smiled, and gave Emma a kiss on the forehead, causing Emma to relax. "Don't worry dear Emma. You are one of my children too," Allie whispered, and the dream faded.

End Chapter

A/N- End of Chapter One! Okay, I promise to update Harmony, once I finish that chapter! Okay? Don't send me anything about it, including it. Same goes for Day and Night!