Hello. This is my first attempt at an Ironhide oc story, as well as a Transfan to a different dimension fic. This is a gift fic for someone who has lost someone important to her. Her friend contacted me about it in October and I finally got enough information together about the oc to do it. Any hate or negativity you have about this story (Though I have yet to receive 1 malicious comment) Should be directed at me. Pm me if you have a problem, or don't say anything at all. Jess, if you read this, I hope you like it. Let me know if I get anything wrong, I would never want to portray you as something you're not.

Storygirl747🌠

Thanks goes to TakoSuKiti for asking me to write this fic. I hope its enjoyed.

I do not own Transformers. No money will come of this fic. Please don't sue.

I do not own Jessica...her oc was described by TakoSuKiti so I guess we sort of share her...at least in the form of fictional writing.

"Text": Means internal thoughts.

"Text": Dialog spoken out loud.

::Primus pov::

Routine. Routine is what many adopt to get through rough times in life. That is just what Jessica does. She has a daily routine. Wake up, work out, eat a healthy breakfast and go to work. Though a working woman she doesn't really seem like one. She works in retail. At a store called Supré. Jessica is what some would call strange…by some standards. For starters, she's a huge Transformers fan. She has the Autobot insignia on the back of her neck, and the Decepticon insignia on her phone case after all. That compared with her outward appearance of a pierced septum, nostrils, and belly probably had people staring at her wondering why she was so shy. Despite her eye catching appearance Jessica is extremely shy. Though those she speaks with often say that she is the kindest person they have ever met, often trying to take in their problems until she can no longer handle the strain.

She's a good person, and it's a shame that she had to lose a friend to such a tragic end. Perhaps a trip to somewhere new and some new friends would be best for her. Of course that doesn't mean that she should leave her own world behind. No I will allow her to keep what she knows of her new friends so long as it's in her home and in her personal phone. Though she will enter a new dimension, she will still have some contact with the old. After all, if she disappeared surely her friends and family would notice. Her family, maybe it would be best to keep them out of it until later. She will be the one to keep further damage done. Only someone who loves all of my creations could have any form of a chance.

A femme, something that is plentiful in humans but sparse in Cybertronians will do everything in her power to heal the fresh scars from Egypt. This femme though young will do great things.

Third person's pov

It was a clear crisp October morning. Jessica had just finished her drive to work, locking her white Jeep Grand Cherokee as she walked into Supré for her shift. She was truly upset about her recent loss. Everyone her friends, co-workers, and parents agreed that she shouldn't push herself so hard. But that was Jessica for you. All she wanted to do was to help make people happy, and that is what she did that Saturday morning. She greeted new customers as they entered the store, and she helped those within to find just the right looks for fall. She has great taste, mixing different styles together to create full outfits that the customers immediately bought. It helped keep her mind off of things, and helping people seemed to make her feel better. Jessica worked hard, stocking shelves and organizing up until she took a break for lunch. After a healthy salad for lunch and reading the latest up-dated fanfictions she returned to the sales floor. She couldn't help but smile. Transformers always had a way of bringing a smile to her face. "Wonder what the bots are up to now?" She thought as she adjusted some tank tops. "Excuse me, do you have this shirt in purple?" someone asked behind her. She turned to see a man. He was well dressed in a fine suit, with dark black hair done neatly with gel. The man's eyes were so brown that they bordered a dark crimson in color. Jess was a little confused, the man had to be in his thirties and he obviously had good taste. Why would he ask her for anything? "Sure, just one second."

She replied calmly as she went back to the storage room. Surely she had seen him somewhere before, he looked so familiar. And his voice was like smooth deep velvet. It almost seemed intimidating in the way he spoke, he was very punctual. Pushing the thought aside, she grabbed two purple shirts and made her way back to the sales floor only to find her customer glaring at one that had walked through the door. This one was tall, and built like a tank. He had broad shoulders and an abdomen and 6-pack to be proud of. He had a scar trailing down his face across one of his eyes, both of which were a startling ocean electric blue. He continued to glare as he moved over to a rack with black shirts on it. Thinking nothing more of it she approached her customer once more. "Thank you, Uhm Jessica." "Don't mention it, I'm happy to help." "I prefer this darker purple to the lighter one. It seems more fitting." He said, his lips curling into a dark and slightly sinister smile. Jessica nodded slowly and walked away, feeling slightly uncomfortable. That man definitely seemed familiar, but from where?

"Hey! Um, young lady. Does this shirt come in a darker shade?" She looked to the man by the black shirts and smiled. He looked terribly confused. "I'm afraid not. That's about as black as the come." She said with a smile. This man seemed familiar too, though she couldn't remember from where either. Suddenly her phone began to ring. She pulled it out to silence it only for the burly man to scoff at her. "Decepticons?" She looked up and smiled brightly. "Are you a fan?" "I am, but I prefer Autobots." The burly man stated. He almost seemed defensive of them. The well-dressed man behind her snorted in contempt. "If you ask me she has the right idea. The Decepticons are far superior to the Autobots." "Actually I like both. See?" She said lifting her cherry red hair from her neck, to show her Autobot tattoo. The burly man grunted before giving her a sly smile. He was impressed. The other man simply scoffed before he paid for his shirt and left.

After the burly man left, Jessica felt strange. Something seemed off about the two men something she just couldn't put her finger on. It seemed like they knew each other but they didn't look like they were friends or anything close to it. They seemed to stare at each other as if waiting for a fight. But Jessica didn't have long to ponder this. She noticed a large storm rolling in and she mentally groaned. Driving in heavy rain was always hard, especially since the streets would wash out during really heavy storms. After straightening up the shelves and accessories, and after making sure that her replacement had made it safely, Jessica left for home. She checked her phone to see who had called and found a strange number. The caller i.d had it labeled as Primus/Unicron. That definitely struck her as odd. She didn't have anyone labeled that in her phone. Thinking it to be a funny glitch she took a screen shot of it and put her phone down and turned her jeep on. She carefully began her way home, finding that the storm was getting stronger as she went.

Once she stopped at a stoplight, something large and heavy fell behind her. Startled she turned to see what it was only to see nothing at all. She continued to drive hearing screeching tires, shouts and metal being ripped apart. Her speed increased until she was going well over the speed limit. All of a sudden a huge white portal opened right in front of her. She slammed on her brakes only to fish-tail right into the portal.

She was falling, and falling fast. Below her there was ground, desert ground and it was coming in hot. She began to scream in terror at the prospect of slamming nose first into the ground. Her life flashed before her eyes, right before something or rather someone fell underneath her jeep. In fact, it was two someones. Both were very pointy, and annoying but neither knew that they were about to be smacked down by her. With a mighty crash and thud, she landed hard on the back of the one on top. This one had wings, not that she cared. Her head hurt, she was pretty sure she was bleeding, and her jeep was totaled. The winged one screeched out in pain before throwing the jeep off of him, sending it rolling end over end until it stopped with poor Jessica reeling in nausea. She heard a faint call of retreat before she had the courage to look up. When she did, she found a very large blue eye staring at her. With a scream she ducked back down. "I think the femme's alright. She screamed at me." "Give her here and let me scan her for damage." "I can get her out fine Ratch." "Not with those swords of yours you pit spawned glitch! You'll Flay her alive!" It shouted. Daring to look up again she yelped. Her jeep was being held by A very tall Silver robot…on wheels.

"Ratchet, will she be able to return to base for medical attention?"

Jessica felt a strange tingling sensation before her nausea surged up again. She looked to her left and saw a very loud yellow being. She held her breath. It was Ratchet. The Ratchet. Which meant that she was held by…

"Give her to me Sideswipe. She needs to be monitored for problems."

"Fine." The robot snapped before he put her jeep down not so gently. She screamed in alarm when the door was ripped off and as a loud voice boomed "Please if you can, remove yourself from the vehicle. We mean you no harm." She stepped out and sucked in a breath of air. They were here. They were all here, N.E.S.T. the bots everyone! But that had to mean…

"Awe shit. I'm so fucked right now."

She whispered as she crumpled to the ground in pain.

Jess's pov

"Please let it have been a dream. Please let this be the weird after part." Well, there are some pro's to being here. "Like what?!" That little voice in the back of my head screamed. Currently I couldn't open my eyes, and I was roaming a sprawling white hillside. I hope that means I'm dreaming. If not, then that means something that I really didn't want to happen yet happened. "Well, at least I can assume I'm in a hospital. Again." "Not like you like hospitals…remember that six-month stint?" My mind retorted. At the very least I know that I'm reacting normally. My mind tends to panic in these situations. "Oh because this situation happens often?" Not that these sort of things happen often.

"Pacing will not help your situation."

I turned to see two very long legs. Looking up I saw a very kind, wise face. He looked kind of like Optimus mixed with Sentential Prime. "I brought you here to heal the wounded sparks. "Uh..um. Wh..where is here?" "You already know what you need. I will speak with you again when the time is right. Till all are one." And just like that my eyes flew open. Handcuffed to a bed. Not a good start. Handcuffed to a medical bed in a strange looking hospital, even worse. Add in the homicidal crowd and you have a perfect scenario for things to go from bad to worse. Looking into a reflective surface and seeing my piercings removed and lack of make-up made this even worse. Not that I need them, but did they have to remove them?

"Alright, Jessica. Who are you, and what were you doing in an evacuated area?"

"You're William Lennox! Bloody Oath!"

"How is it that you know his designation?"

Prime. P..Prime! I'm here. I'm really here! Where is here? "What time is it? Wh..what's the date?" "October 24, 2009. Now answer the question femme." Ironhide…he's..alive..wait. 2009. I went back in time. No I went back in time and through a dimension. What the hell is going on? I can't touch anything. I can't tell them anything! Wait if I tell them the truth, then maybe I can prevent deaths…but isn't that wrong? I can't keep what needs to happen from happening. But…that mech did say that I'm here to help heal sparks. The frag does that mean? "TODAY FEMME!" How do I explain this?

Okay. What was good, what was bad? Please let me know what you think. TakoSuKiti, Jess, let me know how I did please. Follow favorite and review!

CLYL!