Title: Shades of Time I ~ When Eyes and Optics Meet [Autobots] ~: Prologue
Genre: Romance, Humor, and (some) Action.
Pairings: Optimus x Adelia(OC), Dino(Mirage) x Maya(OC), and Dale(OC) x Taya(OC)
Summary:
- When a giant alien robot saves Adelia from her lunatic stalker, and she (accidently) saves him from his psychotic foes, a currently-having-writer's-block alien romance author realizes she may have finally found the perfect solution...to her lonely heart.
- When an innocent but highly-trained young personnel, Maya Bernsen, is partnered with an Autobot who feels indifferent about humans, she strangely finds herself wanting to change his mind...and her very human heart.
- When a tough, deadly-trained personnel, Taya Bernsen, is appointed to a bodyguard duty for Dale Lawton, the richest man in D.C.—and NEST's secret sponsor—she's more than pissed off. But a job is a job. She has a responsibility to protect him from danger...and to keep her heart far away from the man.

Warnings:
1) Hi, Nice to meet you all (again). I'm LugiaTsuyu. I was from Thailand. So English is not my first language. That's why you will probably find a lot of grammar mistakes and not so smooth writing (such as repeated words and so on). And any comments, criticisms, corrections, and suggestions are greatly appreciated.
2) I am writing this as I go, so yeah. LOL
3) Also, you will probably find a lot of OOCness because I've never watched the Transformers cartoons before, just the three films, so I will apologize about that in advance. Please bear with me and I hope you will like my story. (Even though I am turning an action-packed franchise into romantic drama/comedy one.)

Disclaimers: I do not own Transformers, just my original characters, as it belongs to Hasbro, Marvel, IDW and Paramount.

Credit to: I have to give these authors credits. As they were the ones who motivated me to write this story. First to Nora Roberts/J.D. Robb, I am such a big fan of hers, and Dale and Taya are totally inspired by Roarke and Eve from her In Death series. Second, to orphan mia, for her incredible 'Strange Creature'. Then to Elexies, for her awesome 'Gateway of the Mind' story. And last but not least, to Ray of Starlight, for her amazing 'The Ties that Bind' series. I really thank you all for giving me the courage to finally written down my imaginations for others to see.
Oh! I almost forgot! I really want to thank TFWiki staffs and members for their hard work. The info they've gathered on that site has been VERY useful and convenient for me to do a lot of research for this story. So thank you very much!

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When Eyes and Optics Meet [Autobots]
Prologue

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Hoover Dam, secret base of Sector Seven—a classified government agency.
April 26th, 1989
12:02 am

Standing proudly with hands on his hips, the newly-promoted Chief Agent Seymour Simmons observed every detail and goings-on in the hangar with eyes of an eagle. Most of the daytime and field agents had already gone home, which left him and the night-shift agents, along with many of the engineering technicians, alone with a gigantic alien cube...and an alien itself, also known as N.B.E.-1.

Everything was intriguing here, Simmons mused. It was in his blood—he'd concluded long ago. Since his great-grandfather, every single one of the Simmons had devoted themselves to Sector Seven and the studies of aliens.

But his mother hadn't wanted him to be a part of it. After he'd found out about this enthralling organization, she had told him about how dangerous this place could be, and how his father had died while on duty.

She didn't know, as Simmons still hadn't told her, that he'd learned of Sector Seven's existence from none other than Bill Simmons, his very own said-to-be-dead father.

On that faithful summer night in 1965, he'd sneaked out of the house and met his father for the first...and last time. Eventually, when he had been old enough, and with enormous amount of research, he at last had discovered a way to contact S-Seven and his great-grandfather, Walter Simmons.

He'd spent all of his teenage years and after trying to prove to the old man and his colleagues that he had what it takes to be one of them.

And when he'd finally been offered an agent position, he'd snatched it up like a starving dog diving for a mouth-watering bone, even though his mother had shown more than disapproval to his decision—she had stopped talking to him for months, for God's sake!

Now, after years of working his butt to the ground, obsessing over every possibility—getting dirty glares from his mother—it was all starting to pay off.

A week earlier, his superior, Tom Banachek, who had taken over after his great-grandfather's death, had called him into his office. He had freaked out and thought he'd get fired over the fight he'd had with that young, annoying douche Alexander Powers.

But that hadn't been the case. Far from it. Simmons couldn't stop the grin on his face as he thought of the reason for the summon; his well-deserved promotion. And at age thirty-five, it marked him as the youngest Chief of Agent in the long history of Sector Seven.

Simmons was feeling pretty damn smug about his success when the ear-deafening security alarm went off from every direction.

"What the HELLis going on?" He shouted randomly at his subordinates. They were all running around, panicking. Some knew what they were doing, others...not so much.

One of them—Ted McGell, if he remembered correctly—was brave enough to stop in front of him and report, "The source of the alarm comes from the C.E.T. chamber, sir!"

C.E.T. chamber, aka Cube Energy Testing chamber.

Some time in the late 1927, when Sector Seven had first been officially established, the then-techs had discovered and proved the alien cube was radiating some kind of energy. So President Hoover had this dam built to hide it from other humans...and possibly other extraterrestrial beings. The construction of the Hoover Dam had been completed since 1935, however, it wasn't until a year ago that they had found a proper way—but not the safest—to 'study'its power.

A very fascinating and freaky power.

"Who's guarding that room?" Simmons asked just as he started for that particular chamber.

Ted didn't have any trouble keeping up with Simmons's quick steps. "Last I checked, it's Agent Powers and two techs, sir."

"Powers," Simmons murmured to himself. Something told him he wasn't going to like where this was leading one bit. "Then we'd better hurry." He said to Ted.

...But they were already too late...

By the time he, Ted, and the others got there, hell had already broken loose. Powers was nowhere to be seen. Two technicians in blood-splattered lab coats lay unconscious on the floor, but still breathing—likely because the blood did not belong to them, but to an unfamiliar woman.

She, too, was breathing, but barely...and not for long. Her battered body, sprawling weakly against the far end of the wall, had no bone left unbroken. Her small, dark brown eyes never wavered from the core of the chamber, even though the lights in them started to fade away as her time in this world was coming to an end.

No one said anything, couldn't say anything, when the woman let out her last breath...and the sound of a baby crying erupted from the heart of the room.

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Author's Note: Sooooooooooooo (I really need to find something new to start the Author's Note). How's the prologue, interesting or boring? Is Simmons too OOC? Don't hesitate to comment, criticize, and suggest anything you have in mind! I would love to hear(read) them! And how's the grammer? I know I already mentioned it above, but I'm not a native English speaker, so my grammar totally sucks! Which reminds me...

Announcement!: I'm looking for an editor or proofreader for this series/trilogy. Any of you have the time? If you do, please PM me your e-mail address and I will give you mine. I know this is a lot to ask, but I will really appreciate it if you can help me out. Thanks in advance!