Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Never ever, unfortunately speaking of course. That means I hold no rights to, nor do I accept money for any of my writing, it is simply for amusement. Any franchises I use belong to their rightful owners.

Author note: I'm going to be here in front of this computer for months just typing, seeing how I can't really get up and ignore it like normal people. So, in a good way that means I've got all the time in the world to write this and update constantly. Yay, right! I'm not going to lie to you, heart failure sucks. This is especially true when you're only twenty years old and used to walking on your own two feet. So from this point on, I've decided to go back to writing and edit the hell out of this and restart this damn thing. Why, because I have a hell of a lot of spare time.

Summary: It's fun to travel, now if only she had stayed in her own dimension. After everything, who was she to complain when she woke up in the wrong body? This is a rewrite of my story from over a year ago, Itzy Bitzy Baby.

Chapter 00: Before the story begins.

The theory that multiply realities exist, where there is every possibility that could ever be is supposed to be an interesting thought, right? How about living on another earth? Waking up one day to find you are not just in a new location, but time, in space, and even on an anatomical scale everything is completely different. Doesn't sound too exciting, or maybe very fascinating? After all, in one universe there are certain rules that control everything- up verses down, straight verses circular. What really is, and what is not possible. In another, it could be the exact opposite.

How about if you smash two together? What happens then? When you blend everything together however, maybe the simplest things can become all wibbily wobbily, breaking what has occurred, what will happen, and could happen. When everything smashing into one big equation everything that made sense; the world spinning the right direction, Earth revolves around the sun, gravity is just a theory- is no longer true.

The walls between multiverses are starting to bend and many unlucky individuals are going to find themselves on the wrong side of the cracks, in new realities. It isn't destiny, just circumstance. It could be anyone unfortunate enough to get caught and ripped from their existence, never able to return. They can go anywhere, any when.

The lucky? The lucky will end up in a world so similar to their own that they don't even notice the differences, shrugging off the slight changes in time and events as just a mistake on their part. Never knowing that they aren't where they should be, going on with their daily business without even a backwards glance. It could be so unnoticeable that no one suspect anything is different at all, that their own parent, or child, husband, wife, best friend, lover, aren't the same person.

Anyone could know someone who has fallen though a crack.

Something small, that was almost completely missed until it was noticed while doing something or another. A scar your brother had his entire life is now on his opposite arm, or maybe your best friends favorite food suddenly changes? A memory of being at a party and seeing someone who couldn't possibly have been there? At first glance all of these things are minor, nothing lost.

But those are the lucky ones.

"Pebbles! Come 'her girl!"

There was a park up the hill from her neighborhood that allowed dogs. It was small, only four blocks wide with a small duck pond in the middle, but for being right in front of the work district it was a quaint little spot. The trees were beginning to lose their color, the tops of them already bare and the ground was covered in that signature red crunchy leaf. It was the beginning of winter, so the air was dry and cold and Odette had to keep rubbing her hands on her sleeves to keep warmth in her fingers. She had left the walkway and walked briskly through the trees, her shoes crunching loudly with each step.

She held her dogs leash in one hand and the other on top of her winter hat, holding it in place as she made her way through the short but dense woods. Her dog had broken her chain after seeing a squirrel, snapping it on the first tug. Darting into the woods after the critter, Odette quickly lost sight of the Doberman after she ran behind a few trees. Thankfully, the park was surrounded by a high metal gate, the perks of being a city landmark.

"Here girl, Come here!" She brought her hand up to her mouth and whistled loudly, eyes darting across trees for the animal's signature brown coat.

A sudden gust of wind made her quickly zip up her work jacket to her chin, her thin blue jeans now seeming to be a poor choice in practicality. She brought her hand up to rub her nose, the only thing keeping it from being bright red from the chill was her darker skin tone. She squinted as she tried to look farther away, deciding whether to turn around and check the other side of the park or make it to the gate. As she tripped over another root hidden under the leaves she heard her dog suddenly begin to bark frantically. Turning around she found the source behind a bench and large thorn bushes.

"Pebbles!" She huffed, almost running towards the bench, "You spaz, get your butt over here. Pebbles!"

Odette made her way around the bench, the thorn bush too tall to look over. Her dog kept barking hysterically around it, the short high pitch sound extremely urgent and agitated. She wrapped the leash tightly around her forearm and couldn't help but stomp through the leaves under her. She had to push her way through the last bit, another pair of smaller thorny shrubbery unavoidable. The small picker's caught on her pants and sleeves and she could only hope it wouldn't rip the thin fabric. She grabbed her hat again as she maneuvered around the last of it and got ready to grab a very excited hyperactive dog. By the sounds the pure breed was making she could only guess the dog had chased the poor creature up a tree and was holding it hostage. She rounded the last bush and could hear the barking right around it, the dog was close enough to tackle if it came to that, said animal never ceasing it constant high pitch barks.

"Pebbles sit!" She lunged forward, grabbing at where the dog should be on auto-pilot, having to do this many time.

Only to freeze, because there was nothing behind the bush.

The clearing had nothing but the trees and undisturbed leaves, and other than her there seemed to have been no one else who came back here in a while. Odette didn't move from her crouched position, her arms were still stretched out; the leash in one hand. She didn't move, other than to hold her breath. Because she could still hear the constant barking coming from right where she was standing, the sound never wavering even as she stood frozen.

There wasn't a dog behind the bush, but there was the sound of her dog barking. Her dog was barking without her dog. She was standing and looking at the ground where she most definitely heard her pet, but there was no- absolutely not present in any context- dog. And it wasn't stopping. If anything, the sound was getting louder and more desperate. She let out short breath of air as the hair on the back of her neck stood up and her entire body tingled. Something was imitating her dog. Something was sounding like her dog. Pertending to be a dog, and she couldn't see it.

Then just like it started, the barking was cut off, with a quick and harsh crack, a high pitch yelp cutting through the clearing like a knife.

And Odette was up and running before she even started thinking. She threw herself through the thorn bushes, almost flying rather than running, not even noticing as she lost her hat as it got snagged on the thorns. She made her way over the bench, not even stopping as she tripped over sidewalk, her hairs on her neck still up and the feeling of something right behind her was almost overpowering. As she made it to the trees, she tripped over her own feet, her hysteria making her fall without bracing her head.

Her chin hit the ground hard and her body jerked up in pain, the leash flying across the ground to settle next to the base of a tree. Working still on instincts Odette got her legs under her quickly through the pain as a scream started in her throat. Her head snap to look behind her, her eyes huge. There couldn't be anything there. There wasn't anything there, there couldn't be! She finally got her feet under her and tried to stand, slipping on the leaves.

There was something there, coming from behind the bush. A large black mass shot out from under the hedges far too fast, and she didn't take any more time to identify it. With a powerful heave she was up and running even faster, finally letting a scream out like one she had never done before.

"Help! Somebody, Anybody!"

She sprinted down the side walk, going back and forth between looking behind her and towards the gate. Whatever had imitated her dog was getting closer; she took one last look behind her to see it only a few feet away. She screamed as loud as she could, pushing the muscles in her legs harder with each leap, praying to get to the gate and onto the main street. She just had to make it to the street, there were other people there. She could get away if she could get to a store with people in it, she could get to a door and close it and lock it she just had to make it just had to make it shedidn'twanttodiegetaway! The sound of crunching leaves was too loud!

"NO NO NO NO!" She was running as fast as she could. "Help! Anybody!" She was almost to the gate, just a few more-! Oh god! Oh god! Please, please, please! She was almost at the gate; she extended her arms to grab it, to open it.

"SOMEBODY!"

There was a loud crack, what sounded like metal hitting metal, and there was a sharp sting on the back of her neck, and the feeling of ice sliding down her back. The last thing she felt before everything sudden stopped was a pulling sensation. The hallow sound of body impacting the ground hard echoed through the darkness.

And then the world started spinning in the wrong direction. Up became down, time restarted, a toaster that would always work broke, and everything that couldn't happen started happening all at once.

On the same day, at the same time, on the exact same opposite location Defense Secretary John Keller pitched the temples at the bridge of his nose in agitation. He sat in his desk, a case file already sitting open and investigated in front of him, and his newest secretary, Williams, clicking away at his blackberry nervously. It was clear in his posture as he leaned forward, threading his fingers in front of his mouth and resting his elbows on the desk that he was in no way a happy man.

"Let me see if I have got this right, Mr. Matthews?" The man's voice was deep, "You come to me twenty minutes before I have a conference with my associates in Beijing over hushed mentioning of sabotage, three meetings over case files I in no way care about other than getting my job done, and my wife is making me stay in the guest room for-" He leaned back, staring hard at the man who suddenly found the room too hot. The Defense secretary snapped open the man's file and raised an eyebrow.

"For a group of civilian teenage delinquents in the middle of downtown Baltimore who went to the police and claimed they saw a tiny alien robot by the harbor. Am I catching that correctly?" He snapped his eyes up to look at the man who was pulling at his collar as his face went pale. "A group of teenagers who know nothing about what happen in Manhattan two months ago, and when drug testing came back positive? Am I catching on Mr. Matthews?"

The man, to his credit, only shook slightly as he lifted up his second folder.

"Sir!" Matthew's squeaked before coughing clearing his voice, "I- I mean Sir!" He held up the file to give to Keller before the man lost what little patience he had left.

"Well out with it I don't have the time!" Matthews and the secretary's assistant jumped, and he dropped the file before catching it.

"Sir! According to mandatory follow ups caused by the chance there could be Decepticons hiding out there was a scan of the surrounding area around the reported area!" This time Matthew all but threw the file on the man's desk. "It came back with a positive Cybertronian reading, sir! The signal was picked up inside east Downtown Baltimore sir; it was tracked to an abandoned warehouse on platform nine on the second docking area! It was picked up and confirmed as a legitimate reading by telecommunication earlier today at 4:21:23 a.m. sir!"

John Keller grabbed the file, opening it quickly and reading the context. He scanned it, his eyes widening the more he read. Close vicinity to civilian casualties, near gas line, high possibilities-! He cursed, standing up and grabbing his coat off the back of his chair. Williams stumbled slightly, grabbing his second and third phone. He shrugged his coat on and quickly made his way around his office towards the door.

"Get me the Autobot's leaders on line eight immediately. Tell him we've got bigger problems to worry about than kissing up to the one percenters." His secretary was already dialing before he could finish speaking and he cursed under his breath. "Get a team ready to move out in an hour."

He made it to the door when he realized something was wrong. The defense secretary turned around to stare at Matthews who didn't move. He was still looking at the desk, a glazed look about him.

"Get yourself together man!" He was going to give the poor boy a heart attack as he watched him jump into the air a second time, turning quickly to stare at him like a deer in the headlights. "Hurry up and grab that file. We've got a ton of space to travel and no time to do it!" Matthews sputtered.

"M-Me!?" He pointed at his face. "But, I'm just a first year desk lackey that gets the coffee and runs the files!" John Keller gave him a look of expectation.

"Well then, welcome to the real world. From this point on I've hired you as my second secretary. Congratulation, you got a promotion!" The poor boy looked like he really was going to pass out. He threw him the other man's spare Blackberry, Matthews almost missing it.

"But-But!" The Defense Secretary opened the door and turned on last time to spare him some of his sanity.

"I like you kid, able to handle me yelling at you while most men just buckle. You'll do fine." He turned around missing the look on the new secretary's face. "I already dialed the President on that phone so just explain to him the details." Matthews sputtered staring down at the phone in horror before bringing the phone up to his ear.

"He-hello?!"

As John Keller quickly walked down the halls, Williams quickly giving his orders over the phone, he opened the file again. "I hope this is incorrect." As he made it to the van that would transfer him to the jet he stopped to look up at the white house, grabbing tightly onto the side of the door.

Or at least be a friendly face. Could this day become any more unlucky? He got in the car, the men closing it behind him. It really was a very unlucky day for the Defense Secretary. After all, this is the story of a very unlucky girl. This is the unfortunate circumstances of Odette Button.

So, Word count is pretty good, and for a rewrite, I'm pretty Ok with this one. Anyway, just tell me how it is by either reading it, and when I write the next chapter reading that to. And it worse comes to worse; you can always tell me how bad it is with a review. I'm always open to criticism as long as it is construction, and not just hurtful.

So, here is version 2.0 Yay! Let's roll out you guys!

Chapter 00: Pre-chapter

Next on Itzy Bitzy Timey Turning! Let's meet the new arrivals shall we? Oh, and before I forget, please don't kill the baby!

1/5/2013

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