i know, i know. how can i start another story when my first isnt done yet and another cross dimension one? well, i had to put it up and i just love writting about cross dimensions, i do believe in that sort of stuff. there is an infinate amount of parrallel dimensions, we just cant access them.

disclaimer: i own nothing but lilian and the two sparklings.

I shook my head as I listened to them argue and let out a laugh occasionally when I heard them talk about something funny. I looked at the clock at the bottom of my computer as my stomach growled, it was 7:45 pm and still no dinner. I could smell it, bangers and mash, or for those who aren't privy to that term, sausages and mash potato, the scent wafted through the ever eventful house and almost had me drooling.

I quickly regained myself as I opened a new tab, I had few things I needed to check. Fingers dancing over the keys, as I typed my way to this new website. I clicked the link and relaxed into my bed, looking out my window next to my bed, listening to my family as I waited for the page to load. I looked down at the screen, taking in the blue strip at the top and the links to all the archives. A few more clicks of the mouse pad and I was exactly where I needed to be.

What can I say? I'm just your everyday trans-fan.

"DINNER!" my head shot up as the shout sounded through the house. I shut my laptop with a snap and jumped of my bed, almost tripping over my too-long pyjama pants as I made my way out of my room and into the kitchen. I dodged past my annoying brothers to stand in front of the kitchen bench, watching my mother serve our meal.

"Mmm, sausages. My favourite." I said as I stared hungrily at the gravy covered sausages and potato.

"That's because you're a pig Lils'." The younger of my two older brothers said with a sneer.

"I am not a pig you mole." I replied to him. Dean was never a nice person, always insulting and teasing people, especially me. We used to get into fights all the time when we were younger and even though I was three years younger I would always beat him. Now that he is older he always seems to beat me, plus, it doesn't help that he is a head taller than my five foot three inch height.

I took my plate to the table and sat down with the rest of my family and started to eat another meal with then.

I was in a family with a single mother and three kids. Luke, the oldest of us, was 24 years old and just finished university and is now working as a chef in a small restaurant down the street. Then there was Dean, the computer geek, games freak, annoyingly annoying meanie that can dish it out but can't take it. My mother, Anna-Jane Roland, was a widowed woman raising two unruly devil sons and one quiet daughter. She was loving and nice, always looking out for what was best for her kids.

Then there was me, Lillian Roland, quiet girl who loved all things art, sci-fi and fantasy, and was a sucker for cartoons, even at the age of 16, especially Ben 10 and transformers, don't ask me why I like them but the idea of aliens and all that stuff just got me hooked. I was the social reject at school who kept mainly to herself. I guess it's because my face just screamed 'PICK ON ME, TEASE ME! I'M DIFFERENT THAN YOU AND THAT MEANS THAT I'M OBVIOUSLY NOT NORMAL'. You see what I'm getting at? If you're wondering what the main reason was, it was the large scar on the side of my face, a large burn that covered my right cheek, most of my right arm, right leg, most of my back and a little bit of my stomach.

The kids at school came up with a rumour that I had tried to commit suicide, even though that wasn't true, and now people didn't want to hang out with the crazy, suicidal girl. I just ignore them. I knew where the burn came from, the car crash that killed my dad, and if they wanted to think that they could, I wasn't going to stop them.

I have auburn hair and honey brown eyes. A few small freckles dusted my tan cheeks. I had a thin frame, toned and slightly muscled from the gymnastics I do, but still thin. My family and I live in a quiet town in Georgia , I was in year ten and my brother was finishing year twelve. Luke still lived at home even though he had a well paying job, and I already had a job at a cake shop, helping the decorating.

This was my life, most of my family pooling in money to pay for tax and water and electricity bills, as well as constant harassment, even though it has funny, from my brothers and social freak from the rest of the world. I am glad that I have what I do, don't get me wrong, but sometimes I wish for something more, something different.

I stood up once I finished my meal and put my plate in the dishwasher. I walked back to my room and sat back down on my bed, pulling my laptop onto my legs and pushing it open to reveal the transformers archive on fanfiction. I scrolled down the pages and quickly found a story that snagged my interest, opening it and commenced reading it.

A couple hours later it was 11:34 pm and I was supposed to be asleep because I had school tomorrow. The reason I was still awake was because I just wanted to keep reading so I had lied to my family, telling them I was going to bed, turned off the light, before sitting in bed with my laptop reading in the dark. I closed my laptop, deciding that it was time to sleep, then slid under the covers of my bed and snuggled into its' warmth as I looked sleepily out the window, waiting for exhaustion to take me.

I was right when I closed my eyes that I heard the strange noise that seemed to come from outside my window. I frowned slightly but ignored it and closed my eyes once more. Another noise came from outside my bedroom window but this time it made me sit up with a start.

That sounded like… the strange noise came again and this time I was already up and walking out of my room and down the hall to the back door….it had sounded like crying.

I pushed the screen door open slowly as I walked into the cool, late winter air. Winter would be over in just a week or so, but it was still so cold. I walked slowly around the house until I arrived outside my window. The grass was freezing against my feet and the air made my skin rise in goose bumps (for those that don't know, goose bumps are the same as gooseflesh, I was just raised in a community that said goose bumps.). I looked around the underneath of my window and I froze as my eyes locked onto the small form of a very strange creature.

The thing, it looked like a child, about the size of a 2 or 3 year old, stared up at me with big, glowing blue eyes, or what I thought were eyes, and shrunk closer to the wall it was currently pushing itself to.

It's scared of me?

My eyes widened at this thought but I quickly pushed the shock away. Of course it was scared of me, it is some strange creature child with no noticeable parents.

I crouched down and smiled softly at those glowing eyes and slowly reached out an arm.

"it's alright sweetpea, I'm not going to hurt you." I murmured softly to him, as it was obviously a boy, judging my body shape.

"it's alright, you're safe now." I smiled wider as the strange thing began to move towards me and once it was in my arms reach it suddenly leapt at me, clinging to my shirt and burying its face in my neck.

"shhh sweetpea, it's alright, you're okay." I whispered against the strange child as I rested my cheek on his cold head.

I jolted slightly when I fully comprehended the thing in my arms. It, he, was a robot. A robot baby that was scared and frightened and had nowhere to go. I looked down at the little robots glowing optics as I studied his face. The childs' own antennae were perked up in curiosity and he let out a little chirp that made me giggle a bit.

That was, until, my brain finally decided to fill me in on one crucial detail.

This robot baby was a transformer. My eyes widened and I froze in place. How is this possible? Unless I somehow managed to swap dimensions in the last few minutes then I have no clue. Unless…unless I really did swap dimensions and am now in the transformers dimension. Holly fu….wow, just wow. This is both amazing and terrifying at the same time.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a whirring behind me and a few sharp clicks. My head snapped around, careful not to disturb the now sleeping cybertronian child, sparkling I think their called, in my arms from his sleep and stared at the new transformer.

It too had wide blue optics, but instead of antenna, it had fins. The small body in front of me, about the size of a five year old, shook from either cold or fear, maybe bother. A whirring cannon that was far too large for its, his, frame was pointed right at me. the cannon was too large, he must have snagged it from somewhere in desperation. From the size I'm going to take a wild guess and say it's for a casseticon of something of the sort.

I raised my free hand slowly in a calming gesture and smiled softly at this new robotic child.

" it's alright, I won't hurt you." The cybertronian sparkling, as I'm sure that's what it is, froze and I saw his optics glance to the sleeping bundle that clung to me. I looked once more at both of them before coming to a conclusion.

"he's your brother." I said and received a tense not in return. "well, it's alright, I won't hurt him. C'mon, I won't hurt you either." I continued softly and I smiled again.

The older of the two alien children inched forward until I was able to scoop up his heavier form in my other arm. It took a bit of fiddling but I somehow, somehow, got the oversized cannon of the sparkling's forearm.

I hugged both of them close and noticed that they were cold, and both shivering. The older clung onto me as I staggered to my feet and trudged back into the house and in front of the small fireplace we had. putting the two down, waking up the smaller, and I'm guessing younger, in the progress, it was only a few minutes before I had the fire going and both alien sparklings ' bundled up together in blankets.

A strange sense of pride and happiness and warmth washed over me as I stared down at the two, now sleeping, forms and I couldn't stop the loving smile the spread across my face. Why was I so worried about these two alien children that aren't meant to be real? Why did I feel it was my duty to protect them from anything and everything that came close? Is this what my mum feels like about me and my brothers? Does she feel that sense of accomplishment when it is her who makes us smile or makes us stop scrying? Does she feel happy when we are happy? Did I feel this way because, even though I just found them, I feel as though they were my own kids?

It was a little past 12 when I decided it was time to go to bed. So, carefully scooping up the two heavy sparkling and almost falling to the side at the uneven weight, I trudged to my room and closed the door. Laying the brothers down on the bed I smiled at them and gathered them close, pulling the sparklings to my chest and draping the blanket over us.

Dean always said I would end up a teenage mum.