Vaughan Witwickey is a music lover. Listens to any kind of music she can get her hands on. When she creates a brand new genre, Dubstep, her name spreads throughout the world as a music revolutionary. Although she feels her favourite hobby won't do her any good. So she decides to work along side her cousin and uncle as Oil Rig Workers in Mission City, U.S.A. But what happens when transforming alien robots invade? How can she fight back with music? Only one way to find out! Special thanks to @MoxieAfterMath for making this cover! Start reading for a better description! DESCLAIMER: Clarifying that this fic is set during the present day, not the 80's like the cartoon.

He was arrogant, he was cruel at times, his words cut through me like glass. I was weak, disgusting, and nothing more than a meat bag in his optics. Yet why do I stay? Why do I help him? Why do I stand up for him? Protect him? Why do I love him? Sunstreaker was always avoided by his fellow Autobots excluding his twin Sideswipe. He was known for his harsh and cruel words, his arrogance, and his selfishness. All that mattered to him was his twin and himself. Everything else he couldn't give two frags about, especially humans. To him they were disgusting, loathsome beings. The way they breathed, eat, lived, reproduced, and pretty much everything about humans disgusted him. How does he take it when a human femme is forced into his care? Let's just say he was not at all happy. (The awesome cover is done by TheCatchersEye)

My life started as normal as it could. The whole 50 yards. Transformers were not real. They were movies. But when I saw my first shooting star, things just HAD to go from bad to worse. Hooray me! NOT!!! I am saying this now so I don't have to repeat it in every chapter...... It sucks ............ I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS!!! ONLY OC'S!!!!