A/N: this is hte first in my Transformers story. I have another one that I hope to put up. It will all be explained later. please review!

The girl walked down the street, her eyes full of tears. She had just gotten off the phone with the head nurse at Golden General Hospital. Her mother, the only kin she had left, was gone. She had died in the night of the cancer that had slowly taken over her body. She was now alone. She paused, listening as a siren screamed alongside her, momentarily deafening her. She clapped her hands to her ears, closing her eyes. The tears continued to run, and she started to run, her eyes still closed, towards the traffic light she knew was only a few feet ahead of her.

"Girl, look out!" said a voice, one that echoed metallically. She stopped, her eyes open, searching. There was a scream of tires on pavement, and she took a step back, for the siren was now in front of her.

"No, no, you can't take me away!" She said, her eyes on the floor. The siren stopped, and a door slammed. She backed up a step, tears flowing freely. She hit a way, and she slid down it, sitting curled into a ball. Another voice came, also metallic.

"What should we do with her, Sunstreaker? We can't just leave her." Said the first voice, and she started to rock, sensing something wasn't right with the cars in the street.

"What are you? You're not normal cars." She said aloud, starting to stand. There was no heat on her face as she stood, so she guessed it was night. And why did it feel so late? The nurse said that it was barely after nine. Had she really walked for that long? How was she going to go home?

"Prowl. We need to take her with us. I think she doesn't have anyone left." Said the second voice, who she was guessing was Sunstreaker.

"How..how did you know that?" she asked, pressing herself to the concrete behind her. There was a thrum of an engine revving, and she winced, shaking her head.

"Can you come with us?" said the first voice, Prowl. She shook her head again, backing away.

"I was told to never go with strangers. Especially strangers who are not normal." She said, and she took a step, and almost smacked into a pole, had she of not had her hand out. There was a gasp, and suddenly, she was in a giant metal hand.

"What are you?!" She screamed, dizzy from the sudden motion. She let her hand wander, trying to figure out what was holding her. There were four jointed fingers, like her own. And they were battle scarred. Her eyes were unfocused on the horizon, their smoky gray color hiding the truth.

"A friend." Said Prowl, and she was gently set on the concrete again, and she stumbled a bit. The hand was there again, supporting her. She leaned on it for a bit, and then she felt the tears coming back.

"Im so tired…" she said, and she felt her eyes closing. The hand wavered, and she backed up a step. There was a sound that she noticed before, but it didn't catch her attention before. It was the sound of metal rearranging itself.

"Will you come with us now?" Prowl asked, and she sleepily nodded, moving slowly towards the car. She felt the door was open, and she crawled in, resting her head against the door frame. The door shut behind her, and she fell into a deep sleep.

"What is Optimus going to say?" Asked Sunstreaker, but she didn't hear this. There was a sigh from the car she was in, and Prowl responded.

"That we saved a valuable human life. She knew what we were, Sunstreaker. And I'm not so sure her optical sensors are functional." Said Prowl, and he sped off into the night, his fellow comrade Sunstreaker close at his taillights.