I have no excuse as to why I'm starting yet another fragging story. I would have to say that my muse went and flipped a switch in my freaking brain with a rabid Igor Cackle and the damned plot bunnies won't freaking stop coming to life! ARGH!

-Ehem- Anyways yep another story... inspired by a name I came up for a suggestion for another author who was needing names and this character just broke down the doors to my mind palace and said 'Write me Damn it!" So who was I to argue? I had a story fragment (one that spurred a whole freaking set of stories in my damned head... Oi...) and This one is kind of a precursor to what the couple of plot bunnies that are still biting me... This won't be a long one beccaue hey, Vector Prime may have all the time in the whole Fragging universe (much like a certain time traveling mad man in a blue box,) but I don't so... This fic will be snippets... and moments... gone in the blink of well... an optic.

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This is a Vector Prime x OC Pairing.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. However this Carnelian is mine.

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Enojoy and let me know what you think? I'll use the flames to keep warm and roast marshmallows if I do get any... n.n YUM!

Chapter 1: 1, 2, 3.

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The first time he had seen her was at the Hall of Record in Iacon.

He was walking through the Hall of Records towards his brothers office. The data clerks paid the tall mech no mind as he passed by them shaking his head at their near mindless state most of them unaware of the unrest stirring beneath all of those messages and the data they filed every orn.

Like every time he had come here to see Alpha Trion he caught a brief glance at Trion's Inheritor, a young mech named Orion Pax... One that in almost every reality played a major role in the fate, and sometimes demise of his father's legacy...

He reached the door to his brother's office just as the door burst open and a femme darted out to run helm first into his chassis, bouncing off to land in a heap of datapads and doorwings. She blinked her optics at him as her pale orange face plates darkened as she blushed.

"I-I am so sorry sir!" she bowed her head and lowered her doorwings in submission before beginning to gather her datapads. Vector shook his head and knelt down to help her pick up the files.

"I am partially to blame. I should have commed or at least knocked to warn that I was there." Vector said as the femme's doorwings went rigid in shock at hearing him apologize.

Her orange red helm shook violently. "Alpha Trion warned me that I was carrying too many datapads..." She said blinking down sadly at several of them, their screens cracked and broken. "Oh no..."

"It is alright Carnelian. I will repair them." Alpha Trion said as he held his servos out for her to hand over her load. she passed them over before finding Vector's servo in her view. Pale blue optics blinked up at him before she shook her helm and climbed to her pedes. "Thank you sir." she reclaimed her work load and bowed her helm once more before darting out the door. Silver optics followed the dainty sunset hued Praxian as she quickly made her way out of sight.

Vector turned to see his brother staring with a raised optic ridge.

"What?"

"Nothing." Alpha Trion said to his fellow prime before making his way over to his desk where the Covenant lay open, the Quill lying beside the book, innocent and unseeming. "Though I am surprised to see you here so soon. Disturbance in the force?"

"... I need to stop loaning you video feeds from that planet."

"I see no harm in it seeing as I already foresee the future thanks to the Covenant." Alpha Trion said as he lifted a couple of the pages. "What ails you brother?"

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Vector Prime stared out among the many dimensions of time and space, watching as suns burst into flames and planets died... watching as the Unmaker himself wreaked havoc and chaos in the realities where he had risen... Watched at their last hopes were dashed and new ones sown...

He stared out silently keeping track of the realities and that was where he saw her again...

Carnelian was dancing in a club, her moves intricate, complicated. The other patrons had given the little femme space to move, a steady beat of clapping servos and cheers echoed over the beat as she grooved to the pulse of the music. Her red-orange plating blazing golden in the flickering lights.

Vector stared with wide optics, completely enticed and enraptured by her gracefully moving frame. She finished her dance as the music ended with a loud roar of cheers...

His HUD went off alerting him to the universe where Unicron had supernova'd the sun and was trying to take the whole of Cybertron with him...

Vector sighed ...The things he did for his Home...

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"The Covenant cannot remain here. If Megatron were to get is servos on it the worst will happen Alpha Trion." Vector growled. "I will not allow the destiny that Prima, Quintus, Alchemist, Nexus, Micronus, and Zeta has set into motion be diverted. As it is... You know full well there must be several primes to keep Megatronus in check, and if this war plays out as it appears to me, there will only be one of us Primes online by the time the worst comes to play."

"You."

Vector shook his helm. "I cannot remain in this universe for much longer. My existence is a singularity throughout the entire multiverse. I will not be able to return here unless I wish to become one with the Allspark. I am sorry but I must store the Covenant with it's counterparts for the safety of this universe."

"Return to me one more time Brother. I will relinquish the Covenant then."

"..." Vector glared at his fellow Prime before turning and staling out of the office and out into the Hall, through the cubicles. His trek never making a stirr among the quiet Mechs.. As he made his way to the door his came across two individuals that were talking quietly at the doors to the hall, the shorter of the two noticed in no time, the sensors of her doorwings giving away his precesnce, flicking slightly as they alerted their owner.

Blue optics met his briefly before the orange helm bowed in submission and she stepped aside, the motion quickly copied by the tall blue and red mech that she had been talking to.

"Sir." the twosome said quietly.

Vector's silver optics flickered over the future prime as he nodded an acknowledgement. "Carnelian isn't it?"

The femme let loose a squeak before quickly snapping her helm up. "Y-yes sir... Again I apologize for what happened the last time.. I-"

Vector smiled. "As I have already told you I am as much at fault as you were young Carnelian. Now please stop apologizing."

"But sir-"

Vector vented a sigh. He checked his chronometer, gauging his remaining time in this reality... "If you really insist on apologizing, let's do it over a cube of energon."

And that was the third time he met Carnelian.