Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers and I am not making money off of this.

Chapter One: Arrival

Everything hurt. That was the first thing Laura thought as she started coming to. Her whole body throbbed with a pain she had never felt before. At least, she didn't think she had felt pain like this before.

With a groan, she sat up, barely able to hold her weight on shaking arms. She managed to get into a sitting position before she opened her eyes. Pupils dilated to pinpricks as they were assaulted with sudden light. With another groan, Laura closed them.

"Oh, my head," she moaned wearily raising her hand to brush chocolate colored hair from her face. She frowned. Something was missing. Laura groaned once more, this time with annoyance. "Where the heck are my glasses?"

She forced her eyes back open and looked around. She was in an alleyway of some sort, at least from what she could tell. Other than that she had no clue, considering she was pretty sure the closest alleyway from where she had been before she blacked out was about thirty miles.

Wait. Where had she been?

Laura began to panic. Hands pressed to her head in a frustrated manner, she tried to think. Nothing! She remembered almost absolutely nothing. All she could remember was her first name, her age which was nineteen, her birthday, and the fact that she wore glasses. Why couldn't she remember anything?!

"Okay Laura, get a grip," she muttered to herself, looking around. "Just stay calm and that should help. Yeah, that'll help."

Laura returned to looking around the alley when her eyes landed on something laying innocently near her. It was a simple necklace; a long diamond-shaped shard of metal with what looked like old tribal writing on it. Despite how innocent looking it was, Laura glared at it, something telling her that it was somehow the necklace's fault that she was in the situation she was in. Still, she picked it up and put it on.

Laura struggled to stand, hand on her head, leaning against the alley wall. She stumbled towards the street and flinched when the light got brighter. A few people glanced at her as she walked past, but other than that she was ignored. She was okay with that, she wanted to focus on where she was and how she got there.

Laura tried to walk down the sidewalk without stumbling, but that didn't work out too well. In fact, it worked out so badly, a cop car pulled over.

"Miss," one of the officers said as he climbed out of the car. He was slightly over weight and the reeking scent of sweat wafted off of him. His partner stepped out as well. He too was over weight, but he reeked of stale doughnuts and bad breath.

"Yes officer," Laura said politely, having a good idea as to why they had pulled over.

"Have you been drinking," the sweat smelling one asked.

"No sir, I'm under aged," the teen answered truthfully. The two officers traded looks before approaching her.

"Would you be willing to do a breath test then," the bad breath cop asked, almost sneering as he looked over Laura's ragged appearance.

"Of course sir."

The breath test was done, and sure enough, Laura was clean. The two looked her over once more before the sweat smelling cop, who Laura could now see his name tag said 'Roads', noticed that Laura kept clutching her head, as if in pain.

"Miss, are you alright?" he asked.

"My head hurts," Laura said. She leaned against the wall and slid to the ground, now tightly clutching her head. "And I can't really remember how I got here."

"Hang over," the second cop, Laura now seeing his name tag as well, Pots, snorted with disgust.

"I don't think so," Roads said, kneeling in front of the distressed girl. "Miss, look at me."

Laura looked up at him, her eyes hazy.

"Shit," Roads spat launching to his feet and helping Laura up. "I think she has a concussion."

Now that got Pots' attention. The two officers helped Laura into the car and raced to get in, wanting to get to the hospital quickly. Laura let her head loll as the car raced trough the streets and Roads called the hospital to let them know they were coming. The city rushed past in a blur of colors, but even with her limited vision, Laura recognized a few things.

She frowned. She couldn't really remember anything, but this place seemed familiar. The car raced past a tall white building. Time seemed to halt for few precious seconds. Atop it were statues, and a corner of the roof was missing. Laura could only truly remember four things, but suddenly knew where she was.

Laura was in Mission City, Nevada.

Hiakri: Okay, this is my first go at a Transformers fic, and I've had this idea in my head a while…So read and review peoples. And constructive criticism is allowed, but flames aren't and they will be used to fry Mudflap and Skids' CPUs.