--Arcee--

A motorcycle rolled at a slow pace down a street lined with houses. The rider appeared to be a slim woman in a tight fitting leather outfit,  face covered by a helmet.

"well, I see where our little UFO landed. No homes were hit but it but free agent is nowhere to be seen," the voice that emitted heard was emitted not from the driver, but from the bike itself.

Over her coms Arcee heard the voice of her comander, "understood, continue to search the area. If the ocupent of the pod was an adversary to our team we need to discover and minimize the threat to the humans of the area."

"Got it, don't worry, me and Bee will make sure that our potential con will be in the bag by supper, tell Jack to put the kettle on," She knew Optimus probably wouldn't get the joke but it was fun anyway.

"I will inform him, safe travels."

Arcee would've rolled her eyes if her current form would've allowed it.

"Alrighty bee, you know the drill, standard search and stay in vehicle mode," She received bee's beeps of acknowledgment.

The two bots began the long process of canvassing the neighborhood in search of their missing bot, only to find government truck doing the same thing.

"Scrap, we have humans trying to beat us to the punch, looks like fowlers people, " arcee whispered into the comline to Optimus.

"Remain covert, we must ensure that no attention is drawn to ourselves," although arcee already knew this she also knew that the prime was more comfortable when they reported in regularly, "copy, we'll keep a low profile."

"Strange..... Fowler says his agency is holding back from investigating,  keep vigilant,"

--Marci hasashi--

Marci woke up and instantly felt panic fill her body, the loud banging at her door spurring her out of bed and raced towards the garage where her mechanical refugee hid.

She stuck her head through the door to see y/n huddled up into the corner, eyes closed. Marci sighed and closed the door again, seeing the otherworldly child huddled there filled her with an odd sensation,  she wanted to help her, to make sure she was happy and comfortable.

"Damnit what is with me?" She quietly muttered to herself as she moved to the front door where the knocking hadn't ceased. With a deep breath, she slowly opened the door and came face to face with a man and a woman in black suits and sunglasses.

"Hello, can I help you?"

The woman stepped forward with a fake smile and a badge that read FBI, "Hello, my name is agent Amanda Price and we're here to investigate the strange objects that seems to have landed in your back yard," despite the friendly tone in her voice, Marci could tell something was up.

"Yeah.... it's like a satellite or something...right?" Marci feigned ignorance, best not to let on that she had an alien in her garage.

"Yes, it is, if it's alright we'd like to search the premises, in accordance with the proximity to military technology,  just to make sure you're not hiding anything," With an unceremonious shove, Marci was moved to the side by the large man.

Marci's minde raced a million miles a second as the implications of this entered her head, the majority of them centered around y/n, "HEY! You can't do that," She yelled frantically as she moved to block thr garage door.

-Y/n-

The protoform dreamed of cybertron,  of its beautifully silver city's of a time before the war, a time she'd only ever heard about in stories. In her dream she sped along a glimmering road in a alternate form, wheels screeching as she sped up, she only had two wheels she noticed, how odd.

The dream changed suddenly,  the fires and lasers she was so familiar with surrounded her now, she was in her robotic form, light blue armor covering her body.

"Y/n! Watch out!" She heard the cry too late as a blade seemed to appear through her chest, causing her to awake.

She wasn't on Cybertron, there was no war, but there was a commotion.

She could hear the small creatures voice raised in either anger or fear, that couldn't be good.

The child began to search for somewhere to hide, but she found nothing,  the small space was mostly baren except..... except for a small vehicle with two wheels.

Perhaps..... she could finally take an alt form, but what if she messed it up? What if she wasn't even able to change? What if she were broken?

These thoughts haulted her movements for a moment,  bur the sounds of the smaller creatures yells spurred her into action.

She stared at the small vehicle, willing herself to change. A dim blue glow illuminated the room as from her eyes, scanning the vehicle-- and she changed.

The exhilaration mixed with the pain of her limbs being rearranged, her entire body shifting and compacting until she was a perfect replica of the two wheeled machine, finishing her transformation just as two of the unfamiliar small creatures entered.

(OK, so I have a request,  if anyone is artistically talented I'd like to have a picture of y/n (or yin as I call her) with her new appearance and vehicle mode, let me know if you'd like to assist, all credit will be given for art)