*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

Darkness. .the only thing that I could see was darkness and it terrified me. I had no clue where I was or why I was even here in the first place. The only thing I knew was that I was trapped and I couldn't get out. There was no one around to help me either.

The air around me was dusty which made it hard for me to breathe. With each breath I took my throat burned in agony. It was almost as if I was choking to death which meant that I needed to find a way out of here and I needed to do it fast.

I blinked, the dust in the air burning my eyes. I tried to find some source of light but it was no use. I was completely trapped. Instead of groveling on the ground, I stood up and slowly felt around the vicinity for something that could possibly help me get out of this place. The only thing that I could feel were several slabs of rock.

With all of the strength I had left, I attempted to push away the rock and I even resorted to kicking it. After many failed attempts to break free, I gave up and soon broke down on the ground. The tears flowed quickly down my face and the air was leaving my lungs by the second. I looked up into the darkness and cried out, hoping someone would hear me.

"Someone help me," I whimpered.

After a few long moments of silence I began to cry harder. No one could hear me. There wasn't much oxygen left in my system and I honestly wasn't aware of how much longer I had left. With the last bit of air I could muster, I cried out once again hoping I'd have better luck this time.

"Please. Somebody help me," I wailed.

I began coughing. My throat burned with each small breath I took. It wouldn't be much longer until I took my final breath. My legs finally gave out on me and soon I was back on the ground. I laid down and stared up into the darkness. Each breath was becoming shorter and shorter and I could feel my body slowly beginning to shut down.

I was ready to finally close my eyes for the last time when a light shone from above. I felt a sudden breeze and was soon able to catch my faltering breath. More and more light was being revealed and I was becoming ecstatic. After regaining most of my lung strength back, I sat up and looked up to see who my savior was.

My eyes widened in fear and I retreated backwards when I saw a large metallic face staring down at me with an anxious expression on his face. His bright blue optics lit up the cavity I was currently trapped inside of and from what I could see, his armor was colored black and he was incredibly massive.

He shifted backwards for a split second and then proceeded to move closer to me again. I scooted back as far as the wall would let me. I was shaking and crying. Soon I noticed the robot's mouth moving though I couldn't hear a thing. I was almost certain he was speaking to me, but I was in shock right now. He held out his large hand to meand I looked at it for a moment before shaking my head.

The bot rolled his optics at me and I almost laughed but was too shaken up to think about doing it. After a few seconds, I could feel myself being lifted. I jumped in a panic but soon relaxed. A feeling of safety radiated throughout my body. I looked up to see the blue-eyed bot staring down at me with that same anxious expression. I saw that I was resting safely in the palm of his hand and I smiled, thankful that I was finally out of my own personal prison.

"Thank you," I whispered to him.

I didn't know if robots could smile, but if they could, this one most certainly would be. He tucked me safely into the crease of what appeared to be his chest. I breathed out in relief, grateful that I had finally been saved.

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I gasped and quickly opened my eyes. After catching my breath, I sat up and looked around. The evening sun shone brightly through windows causing me to shield my eyes away from it. I noticed that was still in the living room from where I fell asleep earlier. My dad was sitting on the couch by my feet looking at me with his eyebrows raised. I turned around to see Ron sharing his expression. I ran my hand through my hair and sighed.

I'd been having dreams every other day this past week or so. Normally I would just forget about them and go on with my daily life. I never really thought anything of them, but they were really beginning to freak me out and I couldn't take it anymore. The worst part about them was that they were so vivid, so real and I had absolutely no clue what they meant.

"What did you dream about this time?" Ron asked me.

I looked at him. "Nothing important," I whispered.

"Are you okay?" I heard my dad asked.

"Yes. Just peachy," I assured him.

He studied my face thoroughly and rolled his eyes. He could always tell when I was lying and I didn't really like it that much.

"You're lying. And you're also shaking and sweating. You're not okay," he remarked.

I just rolled my eyes. "I'm just a little bit freaked out. That's all."

I grabbed my crutches from behind the couch and got up to go to the kitchen. I figured he wouldn't question me anymore after that but I was obviously wrong. It wasn't until I made it behind the couch that he continued his interrogation.

"What's the matter, Lea?" my dad pressed.

I rolled my eyes yet again and stopped hobbling. My crutches weren't comfortable but I had no other choice than to lean on them for support.

"I've been having dreams, dad. Incredibly vivid and weird dreams. Dreams I've never ever had in my life," I answered him.

He scrunched his eyebrows up at me. "Care to tell me what about?" he asked.

I thought for a moment and nodded. I hobbled over to the recliner and sat down, making myself comfortable before I began telling my dad about my deranged state of mind.

"They all start out pretty much the same, aside from the one I just woke up from. There are cloudy skies, burning buildings, burning automobiles, and so so many people running for dear life. That's when I see the reason why.

"A huge robot, maybe twenty feet tall at the most, is terrorizing the city. I'm almost positive it's the one that Braelynn described to me but I don't know how considering I've never seen it before in my life. After all the damage has been done, this robot always seems to want to come after me for some reason. This is one of the many reasons you may hear me crying in my sleep, but aside from that the strangest thing always happens.

"Somehow, I'm always saved. Even if I just whimper in the slightest, even if nobody can hear my cries, I'm always saved," I started.

My dad's attention was focused solely on me while Ron was looking down to the floor.

"Who saves you, Lea?" my dad asked. He seemed to be incredibly interested about what went on in my head and I didn't understand why.

"It's not really a who but I don't want to be rude and say that so. ."

My dad laughed. "Just say it, Azalea."

I smiled at him.

"It's another robot. He had incredibly bright blue eyes and a small scar over his right eye. His armor was a solid black color with silver details all over. And it's weird because he had headlights and truck reflectors where his chest would be. Other than that he had two really large cannons, both of which frightened me when he showed up.

"This is all so strange to me. In the first dream that I had, I saw him and he just looked so familiar though I had never in my life seen him before."

My dad's eyes were wide and Ron was still looking down at the floor, listening in on what I had to say. My father's expression was worrying me in the slightest though, so to get him out of his trance, I hit the back of the couch with my crutch.

"Earth to William," I exclaimed.

He jumped up quickly and gathered himself before turning back to me. "So, what was so different about the dream you just had?" he asked.

"Well, instead of the lovely scenery of the burning city, it was just dark. I was trapped underneath some sort of rock. I couldn't breathe and it took all of the strength I had just to stand up so I could find a way out. When I failed, I used every single last breath of mine to call for help. At first it didn't work but I'm sure you can guess who came to save me: the mysterious blue-eyed robot.

"For some reason I was incredibly frightened at first. He offered his hand and I refused to which I received a very pleasant eye roll from him. I remember him trying to talk to me although I couldn't quite hear what he was saying due to the fact that I was bawling my eyes out. I assume he got tired of listening to me, so after that he proceeded to remove me from my spot. That's when I stopped being stubborn and I thanked him.

"The only thing about these dreams that bother me is the fact that they're so vividly implanted into my mind. I have no clue at all what they mean and I haven't been worried about it until now. Until now I've just been brushing them off as my imagination. Now I know that they actually mean something and I need to find out what," I finished.

"Wow," was all that my dad said.

Ron was being extremely quiet and I didn't know why. It was actually starting to worry me. Ron and my dad shared a quick glance and then my dad turned back to me, filling the room with an awkward silence.

Another thought soon strayed into my jumbled mind. Earlier today the image that popped into my head had confused me, but now it sort of made sense.

"Remember when you two came home today and I was holding my head in a death grip?" I asked them. They both nodded. "Well, I saw something."

They each gave me questioning looks.

"What?" Ron asked me.

"Oh, good. You're talking now. I was getting worried," I teased.

He gave me a look. "Azalea," he warned.

I sighed. "Fine. I'm sorry. But I saw building debris falling on me. I guess it kind of makes sense considering I had a dream afterward that I was trapped underneath some sort of rock. I just don't know what it all means. It frustrates me to say the least."

I laid my head back and closed my eyes. The sound of the phone echoed throughout the house. I paid no attention though. All I could hear was my dad chatting away with someone on the other line.

The only thing I was really focused on right now were these dreams and the brief image I had received earlier this afternoon. My mind was far too jumbled to try to figure everything out at this very moment, but hopefully over the course of my concussion healing, something would come to me. Right now I just needed a long, hot shower. Maybe I could come up with something to start me off. It was worth a try.

A soft piece of cloth hit me in the neck and I opened my eyes to see Ron and my dad staring at me with an amused expression. I glared at them before closing my eyes again.

"It's not nice to throw things at people," I said.

"I was trying to get your attention," my dad remarked.

I rolled my eyes although he couldn't see me with my eyes closed. "Just saying Azalea would've been an excellent way to accomplish that."

"He said your name three times, kid. You just need to learn to listen," Ron retorted.

I snickered. "Bite me, Ron. Anyways, what do you want dad?"

"Ratchet informed me that he was dropping by tomorrow. Get ready for an hour of rehab, sweetheart," he told me.

I opened my eyes to look at him. "Seriously? But he didn't do it last time I got hurt."

He just nodded.

"He didn't want to take his chances. You seem to have a habit of getting yourself into trouble nowadays," he baited.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my crutches.

"Whatever. I'll be ready. I'm off to take a shower though," I informed the two of them.

I got up from the recliner and hobbled over to the stairs, but not before giving Ron a very friendly smack to his forehead for taunting me. All I received in response to it was his all too famous grunt. After that I happily and slowly made my way up the stairs and to my room.

It took me about three minutes to finally get up to my bedroom. I laid my crutches beside my desk and went on to grab some clothes from the closet. I picked out a pink v-neck shirt, black sweatpants and a pair of pink fuzzy socks. When I was finished I hopped to the bathroom to take my shower.

The water was warm and very relaxing. To me showers were the perfect place to think about important things. You had no distractions and could stay in here as long as you wanted. Until the water got cold, of course.

Soon, I finished washing myself off and got to the thinking part.

These dreams occurred almost every night or almost every time I fell asleep. Most of them I remembered, others I could only recall certain images. I ignored them for the most part but today when I suffered an excruciating headache followed by the strange image I knew that I was wrong on that part. They clearly meant something or they wouldn't be so perfectly implanted into my mind. It would take a lot of time for me to figure out the entirety of it all, but for now I was fine with working the minor details.

About ninety seven percent of my dreams all had several things in common: the scenery, the two robots and the plot. It was inevitable to find myself in some sort of dangerous situation. Whether I thought I was safely strolling down the street with my best friend, or even laughing with a stranger, something bad always ensued.

My dreams always started and ended the same way. .sort of. From what I could remember I always seemed to be doing something with Braelynn and then she would just suddenly disappear. That's when bad things started happening. The silver bot always came after me. No matter where I was or how injured I was he was always there just waiting to end my life once and for all.

It never did happen though. Like I had told my father and Ron, another robot was always there to save me. Bright blue eyes and dark armor, ready to help me the second I needed it. I still didn't understand where he came from though. He was familiar to me in so many ways. I just couldn't quite put my finger on why that was. Never in my life had I seen this robot before, but from the way I pictured him in my mind and from the way he acted towards me inside my mind, he seemed real. .almost too real to believe. All I was trying to figure out at the moment was why this robot was such a significant part of my subconscious state.

The shower water soon began to get cooler. I wasn't aware of how long I had been in here but I believed that I was beginning to make excellent progress. I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Two minutes later I was dried off and dressed. I brushed my hair and left it down to dry before I hopped out of the bathroom.

So many different thoughts about this incredibly strange situation were running through my mind at the moment and I couldn't exactly figure out where to place them. All I knew is that sooner or later I'd figure all of this out and I wasn't at all certain how well the outcome would turn out to be.

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