Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I do own Joanna, but nothing else. If I did, she'd be in the show.

*Joanna Black*

I sit in my shop, ready for seven o'clock so I can close up. I am Joanna Black, daughter of a former time/space traveler named Willian, who was the hero in a war on a planet called Cybertron. The beings that lived there, the Autobots and Decepticons, came to Earth after the war, since it went dark, and now I work alongside the Autobots, the Robots in disguise, as my father did before me. My partner is Optimus Prime, my best friend, the greatest guy I know. I use my knowledge of Autobot biology and technology (Thank you, Dad!), the weapons I built based on their blasters (using an alternate power source to conserve Energon), and my very intimate knowledge of the Decepticons (I worked for them awhile before Optimus. Hey, is it my fault they found me first?) to help the Autobot cause. I've been on the Con's side, and I didn't like it. I was feared and respected then. I'm respected and loved now. I work in a small automobile shop in Jasper, Nevada. It's boring, but it's close to my team.

I see Optimus pull up outside and grin. There are five minutes left until the official closing time, but no one comes in five minutse before closing. I grab my bag, lock up the shop, and run over to my dearest friend. He opens the door for me, ever the gentlemech, and I feel the happiness he feels when we're together. We're very atuned to each other, and even when he's a truck, I know exactly what he's feeling, and no matter how I try to hide it, he can usually tell when something's wrong or I'm in an exceptionally good mood. "Hello Joanna. How was work?"

I groan and lean back in the comfortable seats. "Most. Boring. Day. Ever. The only people who came in had the most boring old cars, and they only wanted their tires rotated. Honestly, when is someone going to come in with a racecar, or a classic? I wish I could just live at Base and not have to work."

"I am sorry you did not enjoy your day."

I smile at my friend. "Hey, it's not your fault Jasper's the most boring place on the face of the earth. At least it's close so I don't have to bridge over."

"That is true. Also, if the Decepticons find you again, we can be here faster."

"Yeah, I don't think Megatron would be as nice as the first time I met him."

"What was it like when you first met the Decepticons?" He speaks as if he's wanted to ask this for a while, but was just now getting up the courage. I usually don't like to talk about my time with the Cons, but he is my leader and best friend.

I lean back and cast my mind back to that time. "I was in the desert in my old jeep, looking for the source of a strange energy reading I'd picked up on Dad's old scanners, and I literally ran into Megatron. He was intimidating at first, but the moment he found out I was the daughter of William Black, he was very charming. I didn't know much about the difference between Autobots and Decepticons because I learned everything I know from Dad's journals, and they only had details about biology and technology, not who was good and who wasn't." I shrug. "He told me that you guys were evil, and since he was the one I met first, and such a nice-seeming guy,, I believed him. While I was there, everyone knew I was Megatron's second in command. Starscream hated me and tried to get rid of me, but everyone else respected me. If I had any friends there, Soundwave was my best friend. He helped me build my gun, before all the add-ons Ratchet helped me with." I smile almost fondly. "Soundwaves almost alright, for a Con. He was every inch a gentlemech to me." I shrug. "But then I was captured by the Autobots, realized I been tricked, andsent Megatron my 'resignation letter'." I grin as I remember the grenade I'd planted in Megatron's personal quarters before bridging to a randevouz site where Optimus brought me to my new home. I sense Optimus is slightly unhappy with my description of things, probably because I'd said so many positive things about the two most dangerous Cons in existence, so I add, "But you are definately a better friend and leader than any of them. I've never regreted switching sides. Besides, Megatron has major issues. If he wasn't freaking out because I had left for a little walk, he was yelling at me for something that was not my fault. I still maintain that Starscream was the one who put green pain on Knockout's buffer." I snigger. "That peacock was lime green for a week before he got that stuff off!"

I feel Optimus's amusement. "I am sure he was rather unhappy."

"I still say I was framed. The fact that I'd been seen with green paint after fixing the buffer means absolutely nothing!"

"I am sure you are right." I laugh, and I know Optimus is smiling inwardly. He's a Prime, so he'll never laugh, but I know he finds it funny, and who wouldn't? It was genius! And entirely Starscreams fault. Ok, not really, he's not that smart or cool. I look ahead and see we're nearing the base, and grin. I'm home.

(AN: I hope you like it so far! I've been working on this for awhile, but this is the final first chapter. Please R&R, and please make all flames constructive.)