Disclaimer: I only own Lizzie 'Dragon' Val, Lilith Val, and the name Paul Riley Muskogee as a replacement for Primus as well as any other OCs that come into this story.

AN: Ah, the beginning of a story...so depressing.

Ch. 1: Mr. Paul Riley Muskogee

I sighed as I sat in our living room. I had been applying for jobs since the summer had began and, so far, nothing. I had many calls come back to me but each one had said that they were unable to hire me. They said that there was just no room for me. I didn't argue but that didn't mean that I was happy about it. It was extremely hard to get a job nowadays and I was frustrated with it all.

"Lizzie dear, would you like some lemonade?" My mom, Lilith Val, asked with a smile as she walked into the room.

I smiled up at her. "Thanks mom. I could really use it." Taking the glass, I drank a small drink. Gosh, mom made the best lemonade. It made everything feel so much easier.

"How is the job search going?" Mom asked as she leaned over my chair to look at my laptop.

I sighed. "Not so great mom. I've been applying everywhere and I can't seem to get hired. It doesn't matter who I use as a reference." I then put my hand to my head and started to massage it. All of this stress of trying to find a job was starting to take its toll on me. My brain was so muddled that I couldn't even think about my favorite pastime; writing fanfiction for Transformers Prime. Everytime that I tried to take my mind off of my futile job search by working on my fanfictions, I get the worst writers block. A lot of the time, I feel that something is forcing me to have the writers block. But, then I come to my senses. That is something that would happen in my stories, not in real life.

"Lizzie darling, I think that you should get to bed. I think you might have better luck in the morning." Mom said as she did a quick massage on my shoulders.

I leaned back into it and knew that mom was right. But, there was one more thing that I had to do. "In a few minutes mom. I need to check my emails. Maybe one of the companies sent me an email saying they want to see me." I wanted to make sure that I checked everything for a job before going to bed. It was never a good thing to ignore a source, no matter what it was.

Mom smiled and kissed my forehead before saying, "Alright, but be quick about it. You need some sleep." I then watched her walk down the hall.

Turning back to my computer, I quickly logged onto my email. When I got on, I frowned when I saw that nothing was there. It was kinda depressing but I had gotten so used to it that it only stung a little. Sighing, I was reached for the shut down and was about to press it when my computer dinged.

"What is going on?" I muttered. Looking back at my emails, I stared in shock. I had one email. The sender was unknown but I had to check it out. When I did, stared at it in shock.

"Dear Ms. Lizzie Val. I have come across your job applications through a friend of mine and I must say, I am impressed. If you could, come to the offices of Cyber Tronics Technologies at around ten o'clock tomorrow morning. I would love to have an interview with such a promising candidate. Our address is 129 Prime Way, Tranquility, Nevada. Our building should be easy to spot. I wish you a good night and cannot wait to meet with you. Good Fortune, Paul Riley Muskogee; CEO of Cyber Tronics Technologies." I read out loud.

I stared at it in wonder before yawning. "Frag it, why do I have to be so tired when I am so excited? Oh well, I have to get to sleep. That address is clear across town and I can't be late." Closing my computer down for the night, I walked to her room and quickly got my black and lime green pajamas on before turning off the light. Once I crawled into bed, I couldn't help but think of tomorrow. I couldn't wait! Finally, after a few minutes of laying there, all was darkness.

An annoying alarm dragged me out of my sleep. Glancing at my clock, it said that it was eight thirty. Why the frag did it go off now? But, as I stared more at the clock, something was coming back to me. And then, it hit me.

"Scrap I got to get ready!" I yelled as I darted to the shower.

Once I was cleaned off and I dried my hair, I got dressed in a silky green dress top with frills and got on my nice pair of black jeans. Then, I slipped into my black tennis shoes with a lime green stripe across them before I ran to my desk and sat in front of the mirror. While there was no way that I was going to be putting on makeup, it always made me feel like I was wearing globs of mud, I did need to brush my hair and make it look nice. So, picking up the brush, I quickly ran it through my chest length golden brown hair. Then, I reached into my cabinet and pulled out a special wood carved box. Inside, was a dragon charm that was holding a blue stone in between its upraised wings. The chain that it was hanging from was a simple silver color and I never left the house without it on. Staring at myself in the mirror with my intense green eyes, I couldn't describe them any other way...blame the writer in me, I finally decided that I was ready.

Grabbing my purse, keys, and phone, I ran down the stairs and to the kitchen. Glancing at the clock, I stared in shock when I saw that it was already nine fifteen. Where had the slagging time gone to? Glancing around the kitchen, I saw mom had just finished cooking some of her famous breakfast casserole.

"You're up early dear. I just finished the casserole. You usually have to smell it before you get down here." Mom said with a teasing smile.

I smiled back and said, "I got to go in fifteen minutes mom. Traffic is going to be terrible and I have to get across town before ten."

Mom looked at me in surprise before saying, "Did you find a job?"

I sighed. "I got an email from a guy wanting to interview me for a job."

"Where at?" Mom was, of course, curious.

"At the Cyber Tronics Technologies building. The CEO emailed me last night and asked me to come in for an interview. He said that he saw my application from another of my would be employers and he liked what he saw." I explained.

Mom's smile was one of happiness as she said, "I am so happy for you dear. I hope this turns out alright. But, before you go, you have to get something to eat. I will not let you go to an interview on an empty stomach."

I let out a laugh. "Yes mom. Whatever you say." We both then got ourselves a helping before sitting at the table and eating. Almost as soon as I finished, I glanced at the clock and slightly panicked when I saw that it was already nine twenty. Why was time doing this to me?

Mom must have seen my worried look because she said, "Hurry up. You don't want to miss your chance. Remember, a first impression is everything for a job." She then shooed me out of the house and into the garage.

Once inside, I hopped into my car, which was a turquoise 2012 Honda Fit Sport, before starting the engines and rolling down the windows.

"Drive carefully Lizzie!" Mom yelled.

I gave her one of my infamous smirks and asked innocently, "Don't I always?"

She laughed at that and said, "Just be careful Lizzie. I love you!"

I put the car in reverse and said, "I will mom. Love you too!" I then backed out of the garage and got onto the street before shifting into gear. As I drove to the company, I wondered what the interview was going to be like. Hopefully, it would go well and I would walk away with a job.

After a thirty minute fight through downtown traffic, and some Cybertronian curse words later, I pulled up to the main gate of Cyber Tronics Technologies. Once I put my car in park, I rolled down the window as a security guard walked up. "Hello miss, what can we do for you?"

"Mr. Paul Muskogee asked me to come down for an interview at ten." I answered.

He nodded and walked into the guard house for a few minutes before walking back out. "All clear ma'am. You can park right in the front parking spaces."

When he said that, I looked inside and I as shocked to see that there were no cars here, save for one which I assumed was Mr. Muskogee's. "Where are all the other workers?" I asked the guard.

He grew an amused look that confused me. "Mr. Muskogee gave them the day off." He then walked into the guard house again before opening the gate. Even though I was still curious, I didn't want to be late so I put my car back in drive and pulled into the parking lot. Finding an empty spot, I quickly got out and walked to the front door.

As I walked, I couldn't help but admire the building. It didn't look like a normal factory. Instead, it looked like half a metal sphere with craters in it. Looking at the front door, I sighed in anticipation before walking through.

First off, the building was really nice inside. The lights seemed to make the place come to life and the halls were perfectly kept. It was beautiful.

"Ah, Miss Val I presume?"

I turned at the male voice and watched as a man who looked to be in his fifties walked in wearing a black suit outfit with a light blue tie. His hair was brown with a few gray streaks in it. But, they definitely just added the the fit look that he had. But, the one thing about him that kept my attention was his intensely bright blue eyes. They almost seemed to shine with knowledge.

When he got up to me, I held out my hand. "And you must be Mr. Muskogee. Thank you so much for having me here today."

He smiled a kind smile at me before saying, "Well, I figure that we should go to my office and start the interview." He then motioned for me to follow him to an elevator. Once we were inside, he pushed a button that said C on it. I was slightly confused by this but shook it off. This building might be set up differently then I thought.

"Whoa!" I said as the elevator suddenly started to move backwards and downwards. I was not ready for that.

"Sorry for that." Mr. Muskogee said. "I forgot to mention that this building is actually a sphere in shape and that my office is in the center."

That, made sense. I gave a good natured smile at him and said, "It's alright. Actually, that was kinda fun." And I was serious. It was fun to have things happen unexpectedly. It was like waiting for a drop on a roller coaster.

When the elevator stopped, I glanced up at Mr. Muskogee and saw that he seemed to have an excited look on his face. What for I had no idea.

When the elevator dinged, Mr. Muskogee motioned me out and I was surprised when we seemed to step directly into his office. His office was almost floating stably in the center of a sphere and the walls seemed to be glowing a faint blue. It was beautiful.

"Please, have a seat Ms. Val." Mr. Muskogee stated with a motion of his arm toward a seat.

I nodded and sat down before waiting for him to take his seat. Once he did, he glanced at his computer and said, "Now, let's begin with those formal introductions. My name is Paul Riley Muskogee. What is yours?"

I smiled at the playful look on Mr. Muskogee's face as he said that. Placing a hand onto my chest, I said, "My name is Lizzie Xantara Val. Don't ask about the middle name. My mom was going through a phase. My friends also call me Dragon." Mom had said that she had zoned out after telling the nurse my first name and, when she came out of it, the nurse said that name was a unique one. Mom had asked if Lizzie was but the nurse said that it was my middle name, Xantara that was unique.

Mr. Muskogee nodded. "Very well then. The job opportunity here is one that comes by very rarely and I personally go to great lengths to find the correct person for this job. Now, from what I have found, you are a writer, correct?"

I stared at him in shock. How had he known? "Yeah. I write Fanfictions for fun. Mom wants me to try and write something that I can see but I just can't I want to share my gift with the world."

Mr. Muskogee smiled and said, "I can tell from your writing. From the genre you write, the Transformers, you seem to not be able to pick a side...why?"

I sighed. "Well, I can see where both sides were coming from. Though, I will admit, I am more of a 'Con fan then a 'Bot fan, I watch both. The Decepticons started the war for all of the right reasons but they lost their way pretty quickly. The Autobots protect sentient species though they did defend the council and still have leadership issues...in my opinion. While Optimus does a great job, he seems to be very, unemotional and strict."

"So you made your own team? And gave them their own enemy?"

I nodded but I was starting to get suspicious. This was turning more and more into a talk about my stories then an interview. "Well, the Dragon Scouters are kind of half way in-between the Autobots and Decepticons. They fight for the protection of all sentient life but the agree with the Decepticons for the reason of the start of the war and, sometimes, their fighting skills. As for the Virons, well, every good guy needs a bad guy and the Virons are around to cause chaos and they would kill a human for fun if they saw one. They are brutal and vicious and I would never want to cross one myself." Yep, this was definitely sounding like story time.

But, Mr. Muskogee simply nodded and typed a few things into his computer. When he turned back to me, he said, "Ms. Val, I am afraid," Oh no. Here comes the kick you out line. "that I have brought you here under false pretenses...in a way."

HUH? What was he talking about? "What do you mean?" I asked him while inconspicuously trying to find an exit.

"There aren't any exits to this room that you can access Lizzie." He stated. This guy was good.

Since the formalities were gone with, I said, "You tell me what the frag I am doing here or I am going to make a way out."

His chuckling somewhat irritated me and I was about to say so when he said, "Lizzie. Let me explain before you go and destroy this room."

I huffed and sat back down. "Fine, start speaking Paul." Hey, if he was going to call me Lizzie, I was going to call him Paul.

He seemed amused by my retort and gave a smirk before he said, "Very well. I have decieved you because you are not here for a mere job position. No, I need your help. My name is not Paul Riley Muskogee. But, my name is a part of the full name."

I sat there an thought about it. "Wait, what do you," And then, I started to see another name in his name. A name that I talked about enough to allow me to understand somewhat of what was going on. Staring him in his eyes, I said, "You're Primus." Then, the other things about this place started to jumble around in my head. Cyber Tronics aka Cybertron, 129 Prime way aka 13 Primes; and of course this building was supposed to be an exact replica of Cybertron. Right then, I felt like a complete idiot for missing it.

I was pretty sure I would have fainted if I wasn't so curious when he nodded. He then smiled. "Yes, I am Primus. I have looked into many on this Earth and I have found that you are who I need to accomplish my goal of reuniting Cybertron as it once was, where there were no factions and all lived in peace and prosperity."

My mind was going a mile a minute. "Why me? There are plenty of people out there."

"But, you have a view to this war that not many have. You do not mainly side with one side, though I have seen some favor towards the Decepticons." He then gave me a teasing look and a smirk at that and I shuffled my feet. What? It wasn't my fault that all the gorgeous and insane ones were mainly with the 'Cons. "But still, you know when to use it." He then motioned to one of the many elevators that came to the room and it opened. "Now, would you please follow me through here? I must explain what will happen immediately if you choose to help."

I was too slagging curious not to go along so I nodded and followed him into the elevator. Glancing at the floor levels, I was surprised to see sixty five buttons. "Which one are we going to?"

"The first." Primus said as he pushed the button that had a number one on it. As soon as the elevator began to move, Primus turned to me. "Dragon, you are probably wondering which universe of the transformers you will be going to. That answer is the one that your world calls the Prime Universe. I wish for that universe to become at peace without unnecessary loss of lives. Will you journey into the Prime Universe and help bring an end to this ages long war that has plagued their time?"

My inner fangirl was screaming yes. But, my logical side was worried. "What will happen to my mom? Will she worry about me?"

Primus' sigh caused me to frown. "You will be forgotten and life here will be rearranged to be what it would be like without your presence."

I mentally flinched at that. "Could I see what that would be like?"

Primus nodded and, suddenly, we were floating above the clouds. "This is in your mind." Primus started. He then motioned to my house. "Without you, your mother will have took some risks and gotten a high paying job with which also gives her more time to go out and see others. She will be happy and have many people to take care of her."

I sighed with a sad smile while I looked down at mom. While I would miss her, she would at least be happy and cared for. That alone made my decision. "Primus," He turned to me. "I'll go."

He then nodded. When the elevator stopped, the doors opened and there was a black oblivion in front of us. "What am I supposed to do?" I asked.

"Step through. I cannot go with you in person but I will always be in your heart. I have set up arrangements for you that you will not have to get a job there and you will have a house in Jasper. You are new to town, though, and will most likely be found unconscious."

"Great." I muttered sarcastically. While I was glad that I didn't have to go do some more job hunting and that I would be living in Jasper, the fact that I would be found unconscious was going to make things really weird at first.

Primus, though, just smiled and said, "You will be fine. You have seen all of what is to happen and so you know what you must do and when...for the most part." He then motioned to the darkness and said, "I wish you the best of luck; Lizzie."

I walked up to the doorway and turned so that the back of my feet were hanging off of the edge before smirking. "Thanks. See you later; Paul." I then fell into darkness.

Lizzie: Hey Paul, where are you?

Primus: My name is not Paul; Lizzie.

Authoress: Um...

Lizzie: Well, I am usually called Dragon.

Primus: But your actual name is Lizzie.

Lizzie: If we are going like that, you introduced yourself formally to me as Paul when I said that my name is Lizzie. So, if you want me to call you Primus, you had better call me Dragon.

Authoress: I hate to take sides, but she got you Paul.

Primus: Not you too Authoress!?

AN: Ta-da! I'm trying something different and so I hope you all like it! I'm not going to take up useless space here so I will let you all live and give you the antidote for the poison that is in your systems by reading this when you review. ;)