AN: I know what you all are thinking: "Why is she posting another multi-chapter fic when she already has so many in progress?" Three reasons: 1 - I had the idea for this story long before I ever came up with Rules to Keep You Alive or started working with bravekid on Prime: the Beast Saga. 2 - It's Summer Vacation, so I have the time to work on a lot of one-shots and stories. 3 - I'm going to say this up front: don't expect new chapters more than once every three weeks on this. I want to give as many people as possible a chance to submit questions and comments, so I won't be hasty in updating.

See now, I am the man who yelled out from the crowd

For your blood to be spilled on this earth shaking ground

Yes then I turned away with a smile on my face

With this sin in my heart, tried to bury Your grace

And then alone in the night I still call out for You

So ashamed of my life, my life, my life

- Sidewalk Prophets, 'You Love Me Anyway'

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers.

"Put down the camera and help me!" A teenager with chin-length brown hair set down what she was working on and faced her companion, putting her hands on her hips. "It wouldn't kill you to go two seconds without filming."

Unfazed by the girl's outburst, her blonde companion merely adjusted the focus on his videocamera. "A-"

"I told you, never use my real name while the camera's recording. Call me Dusk instead," the girl snapped. "Now help me, Nikolai!"

Nikolai moved the camera away from his eye and stuck his tongue out at her. "Then why do you get to use my real name?" he demanded.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Darkfeather, but I was under the impression that everyone who watches your blog already knows your real name." Dusk turned back to the item she had set down. It was a messenger bag filled to the brim with letters. "These need sorted before you leave. They should be categorized by faction, who they're addressed to, and the order in which we received them."

"Y'know, Darkfeather looses all respect when you say it like that," Nikolai whined, mounting his camera on its tripod nearby so he could continue filming while he helped sort the letters. "And yeah, they know my name, but do you have to go around announcing it?"

"You're eleven. I'm fifteen."

"Your argument is invalid."

They worked in silence for several minutes, occasionally checking each other's progress. Suddenly Nikolai turned to the camera with a sly grin. "Remember when I said that Dusk couldn't come with to do the interviews because she was too busy with stuff here?"

Dusk looked up, shooting him a stern glare. "You better not go there, Niko," she warned in a soft voice.

"That's not the real reason."

"Don't make me tell your mother about your blog!"

"She's actually grounded," Nikolai finished smugly. He crossed his arms and looked from the camera to his friend and back again. "Too much time on FanFiction and not enough on schoolwork, I believe her parents said."

"That's it; I'm calling your mother!" Dusk started to leave the room, but soon realized that if he got in trouble, she would have no one to conduct the interviews. She returned to sorting the letters.

"Ignore her," Nikolai said to the camera. "She's just mad she doesn't get to meet Knock Out and Ratchet."

"I can still hear you," Dusk said. She continued sorting while the eleven year-old next to her talked to his camera.

She tried to ignore his ramblings, but couldn't help but look at him when he remarked with a smug set to his face, "The best part about interviewing the Transformers: Prime cast? Dusk has to admit that Hetalia is better than Transformers in exchange for my help."

"In your dreams, Darkfeather," she growled, her gaze dropping back to the letters.

"Please stop calling me Darkfeather if you're going to say it like that." Nikolai rolled his eyes as he spoke. He turned to his friend. "Admit is: Hetalia is better. And you like Lithuania more than Knock Out."

"Lithuania is cute," Dusk relented, and placed the last letter in its appropriate stack. "But Knock Out is fragging hot."

Nikolai rolled his eyes again, putting the now-organized letter stacks back into the messenger bag. "He's a robot."

"Lithuania is a nation."

"Knock Out acts like a prima donna."

"And Poland crossdresses." Dusk passed off the letter stacks as they were needed. "Your point?"

Nikolai took a breath to object, and then paused. "Touché." He looked over at the camera, whispering, "She'll say it when I get back." The name labeling the next stack of letters caused him to cast his friend a questioning glance. "These are addressed to me," he said, confusion drawing his brows together.

Dusk let out a soft, "No duh, Sherlock," sighing. She snatched the letters from him. "These were written by me for you. Since I can't go with you, this is the only way I can keep you safe." She looked directly at the camera, drew an arm around Nikolai's slim shoulders, and pulled him close, ruffling his short mohawk. "After all, we wouldn't want little Niko getting hurt when he's doing all these interviews for us, right?"

"Watch the hair," Nikolai complained.

Dusk hugged him tightly. "Be glad I actually care, you little brat. You know more than a few people who would throw you under the bus at their first chance."

"Okay, I see your point." Nikolai tried to push the older girl away, but she held firm. "You're crushing me; let go." Dusk lifted him off the ground and tightened her grip around his chest. "Please, Dusk, you're embarrassing me on camera," he begged.

"Then I'm doin' my job."

"But... shouldn't I leave for the interviews right away?"

Dusk frowned; Nikolai actually did have a point. Her grin faded angrily and she set him down. "Get going, then," she ordered.

Nikolai waved sharply. He removed his camera from the tripod and collapsed said tripod, tucking it under his arm. "See you in a few days."

Dusk waved back as he walked away. "Stay safe, Darkfeather."

Miles above the Earth, the warship known as the Nemesis was full of Decepticons, each armed figuratively to the teeth. They were prepared for any eventuality. At least... they thought they were.

Of its own accord, the GroundBridge portal activated, causing the Decepticons in the immediate area to activate their weapons systems. A small figure - tiny by Cybertronian standards - strolled confidently into the warship.

The Vehicons exchanged looks. A human?

Said human was holding a thick stack of letters, one of which he was reading. Slung over his shoulder was a bag that held many more letters mixed in with a few notes and pictures. The human was of slight stature, with short blonde hair gelled up into a mohawk and blue eyes. He didn't bother to examine the titanic beings surrounding him. Suddenly he got to a certain part of the letter and dropped to the deck just as a plasma bolt exploded where his head had been moments before. "Okay, you called that one, Dusk," he said to nobody in particular. He got back to his feet.

One of the Vehicons was about to speak when the human held up one hand, not looking up from the letter.

"Yadda, yadda, yadda... Try to shoot you... Extremely hostile... Exercise caution... Ah, here we are." He tore his gaze from the paper and examined the Vehicon. "I have something important to discuss with," - he glanced down at the letter, an expression of disgust twisting his face - "Aw, do I really have to say that?!" He read the next line. "Fine, I'll say it. I have something important to discuss with Lord Megatron."

"Uh-"

The human cocked an eyebrow. You guys are dumber than you look, his expression seemed to say. "It regards the Autobots and the Decepticon supporters on Earth."

The Vehicon made a gesture indicating the human should follow him and headed for the bridge. Once there, he made his presence known, hastily leaving.

"Name's Nikolai Androv," said the human as Megatron stared/glowered down at him. "Dusk sent me here to interview you and your crew."

Megatron straightened. "Why should I agree to this interview? And who is Dusk?" he demanded.

Nikolai remained uncowed. "Dusk isn't her real name; its just what she goes by online. She's a friend of mine who's kind of obsessed with you guys. Me? Couldn't care less. In fact, I don't even like you guys or your show. The only reason I'm here is because Dusk made me an offer I can't refuse." He examined his stack of letters, selecting one near the top. He opened it and skimmed the text. A chuckle escaped him. "Dusk says, 'Do the interview because you have hundreds upon hundreds of fans who are willing to obey your commands.'"

"Yes, but why?" Megatron contemplated blasting the human.

"Ooh, what have we here?" Nikolai removed several photographs from the envelope. He examined them, his earlier smug grin deepening into a smirk. "Take a look, bucket-head." He turned them so Megatron had a good view. The Decepticon leader shifted uncomfortably, leaning down. Nikolai analyzed his reaction to the photos. "Do the interview or these go all over the internet."

Megatron growled and aimed his fusion cannon at the human.

Nikolai shrugged. "Dusk's words, not mine," he said. Stuffing the photos in his jeans pocket, he reread the letter in his hand. "She also says she has extra copies at her house, so even if you destroy these ones, they'll still go all over the internet if you don't agree to letting me interview you and your crew."

"Soundwave," Megatron ordered. The one word was enough. Soundwave set to work on the main console searching for the location of the human Nikolai referred to as 'Dusk.'

"See, this is why she uses a pseudonym online. You won't even find her FanFiction account if you're just looking up the name I told you." Nikolai shrugged the bag off his shoulder and took out some of the notes and letters. "So, Megzy - can I call you Megzy? Everyone does - you gonna do the interview? If not, I'll just leave and go to the Autobots and your reputation will go kaput."

Megatron vented heavily as Soundwave finally gave up searching for Dusk and turned expectantly towards him. "What questions do you have for me?"

A grin formed on Nikolai's lips. He patted his messenger bag. "Too many to list at this exact moment. Let me set up my camera and we'll get started."

AN: So, here's the introduction to the interviews. Megzy's up first, so I need material for him - comments, questions, that sort of thing.

One thing I have to ask, though: these interviews are rated T, no higher, and while I respect you all have your own pairings that you love and support, I personally support none and would greatly appreciate it if you refrain from asking questions relating to pairings, not only for my own comfort but to avoid putting off other readers.