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"Text": Means internal thoughts.

"Text": Dialog spoken out loud.

{"Text":} Phone call/com. link communication (specified)

Jess's pov

As far as I can tell I have been in the Bay dimension for at least two days now. It's time for me to evaluate what's going on. How do you evaluate what's going on when you are so far beyond "far from home"? Okay, find out how far you are way from your home is this dimension. That would be easier if they didn't watch me like a hawk.

After the meeting, I think that it was pretty clear that their scrutiny made me upset. And since then I haven't been left alone, meaning that either a soldier or a bot has been with me the whole time. Its funny I used to laugh at the stories online about people like me, that got sent to the bot's dimension and had to deal with a lack of privacy. But right now I'd give almost anything to be alone. "You'd also like to have your clothes, make-up, and pricings back."

Jazz: "Somthin' on yo mind?"

Me: "Not much aside from the fact that I have no clue where the hell I am, let alone what to do now. So this is what it feels like to be in limbo?"

I said as I slid down a wall in the main hanger. Most of the bots left after my little proclamation, leaving me with Jazz and a few cadets that barely looked older than me. Which is saying a lot, since I'm only seventeen.

Jazz: "Nah, limbo is way mo' borin' then things here."

Me: "Does "sorry" begin to explain how sorry I am for making that reference?"

Jazz: "Awe don' be sorry bout that! I'm here aint I?"

Me: "Pfft. So am I. Only problem here is that you belong here. I don't."

Jazz: "Well sure ya do! Afta all, Primus brought ya here for a reason."

Me: "True, but as fucking awesome it is to be here, it's kinda hard not knowing where in the world I am, let alone that I don't look or feel like myself."

Jazz: "Maybe I can help ya with that. We, are on Diego Garcia."

"Good" I said. One piece of the puzzle. Come to find out, that they indeed use planes to get around, and they often special ordered things like metal for repairs. "Maybe I could order some clothes and some make up."

Jazz: "Maybe you should eat somethin' an' then recharge. Ya seem like ya could use the rest."

Me: "Yeah. Um…do you mind pointing me in the direction of where I can get food?"

"I'll do ya one better!" He chuckled as he gently scooped me up and began to carry me away. No I wasn't prepared for that to happen, hence the loud scream I released, making Jazz laugh even more. "I aint gonna drop ya! Chill." He said as he walked into a huge lunch hall. So…everything is in both bot size and in human size. Some of the tables in here are bigger then Cass! Ha! Then who would be the short one?

Jazz put me down by where the soldiers were getting their food, so I kinda ignored the stares and got myself a salad, a bottle of water and a small desert. I think it's cake…but I'm still not too sure. Once I sat down, I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. I ignored it for a little while, but then I couldn't resist. I turned around to see half of the room staring at me.

"OI! Something I should know?" I yelled. Everyone went back to eating. Honestly, they act like they've never seen someone eating a salad before. "Well…they've never seen a teenage girl from another dimension eating a salad before."

After I finished dinner I decided that since I had no chaperone, to explore the base. Let's be honest, anyone in my situation would want to do that too. I walked silently out of the room and up the hall. I wasn't sure where I was going but one thing's for sure, I didn't expect to see what I saw. Well seeing would suggest that I saw something, I really only heard something. My guess is that I wound up in the hall, where the bots live. After all there were so many doors. I really don't know what I was hearing. One door had a constant whirring noise coming from it, another a strange beeping, like a code was being entered into a debit machine. And much to my luck, one was open just a crack. Ironhide had left just a second ago grumbling about something.

Now. To be a creepy stalker fan or not to be? Who am I kidding?! Anybody would love to explore any of the bot's rooms! Let alone their favorite weapon's specialist's! I couldn't resist walking into the room. Hide has stuff everywhere! And I mean everywhere, but it wasn't cluttered, it was more of an organized cluttered. Weapons, grenades, even some swords lined the walls. On a shelf sat a few pictures, most of them looked like some really futuristic cities, but one stopped me dead in my tracks. It was Ironhide, smiling alongside a blue femme. I instantly knew who she was. Chromia. The only femme to ever be considered cannon with Ironhide. Ever. She is like the most badaft femme, aside from Elita-1 of course.

"I wonder why I haven't met her yet?" I wondered aloud as I heard heavy footsteps. I quickly hid under the berth, in a really bad attempt to hide from Ironhide as he stormed back into his room and locked the door behind him. "Well slag, this is just great." To my surprise, he brought out a couple of large cubes, glowing a deep purple. I listened to him drink one, and as he muttered to himself so softly, that I could barely even hear it.

"Gone. Why Primus. Why did you take her?" He muttered, before he started drinking another cube. This time when he spoke his speech was a tad bit more…incoherent. "Why did ya send this new femme?! She claims to know so much bout us! Then she won't tell us da truth! Sentenial Prime. Betray us?! HA!" He chortled into the cube. Ironhide on high grade. I knew that it was a sight to see, but I never pictured him as the depressive drunk. He's just too cool for that. "Why?! Why did ya take her from me?! Why? My one and only. My beloved Chromia. Why couldn't it have been me? I should have been me! She was all I had! The only reason to like this mud ball of a planet! Why?" He wept.

I couldn't resist. I looked up Chromia on my phone. Her wiki says that she survived, but was killed off by Bay. Well that's rude. But that's strange. If that's true, then Arcee couldn't have lived. And Jazz mentioned Flareup recently. "What kind of fucked up Bay-verse was I sent to?!" Nothing here makes sense. Ironhide is acting out of character, there are three bots who aren't supposed to be here, and the one that had the highest probability of being here is dead. What the actual fuck.

"SNOOOOOORRRRRRE!"

Shit. Didn't know that they could snore. Wonder how that even works since they have no clear need to breath.

BRRAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

I'm out. Snoring and exhaust? This is both funny and horrifying. I mean I'm under his bed right now, and the smell is just seeping everywhere! Much to my relief the door opened and Ratchet of all bots strode in, pausing and waving a servo in front of his olfactory sensors.

"Primus Frag it! He needs to stop ingesting so much high grade!" He sighed angrily before giving him a shot of something in the neck cables. "This is your chance! Run!" I bolted past his peedes and straight for the door.

"Stop right there!" I froze in mid sprint, as I hopped on a foot and spun to look at Ratchet. He shook his helm and picked me up before carrying me out of Ironhide's room.

Ratchet: "Autobot's quarters are off limits to civilians unless authorized to enter by the owner."

Me: "Sorry. I kinda got lost."

He raised an optic ridge at me telling me that he didn't believe me. I wasn't totally lying. I really have no clue where my room is. Everyone forgot to tell me that. Conveniently.

Ratchet: "I will show you to your quarters."

He said as he continued to stride through the base.

Me: "Um, Ratchet? What happened to Chromia?"

He stopped dead in the middle of the hall for a brief second before he continued walking, letting out a very heavy sigh. Note to self, do not ask about previously offlined bots if you can.

Ratchet: "She is no longer with us I'm afraid. Tragically she took a nasty blast to her right shoulder strut, and bled out on the scene. Nothing that I or Jolt could do to save her. Not even the Matrix of leadership could bring her back to us."

He said as he set me down in front of a door before he unlocked it with some kind of silent command.

Ratchet: "You'll find everything that you could need to live here."

Me: "Thanks."

Ratchet: "For a femme who claims to know all about us, you know very little of what is going on."

He said as he walked away. Not seeing much of a choice, I entered my room to find a really nice looking set up. There was a couch, a t.v., a small kitchen, and a bathroom already stocked with the necessities. After a quick shower and changing my cloths in for something to sleep in, I went to bed.

Primus: "Do you now understand why I sent you?"

"Oh just perfect."

Me: "No. I really don't understand why you fucking sent me to a place where nothing fits the movies! Why did Chromia die?! SHE WAS THE FUCKING SOLE SURVIVING FEMME OF EGYPT!"

Primus: "No unfortunately she was not. She gave her life to save those more important than herself."

Me: "How can you say that?! Ironhide is fucking miserable! She was important to him! How is this helping anyone if he becomes a before bed alcoholic?!"

Primus: "It is your task to help heal the broken sparks created from this war. Ironhide is your priority yes, but there are others that you need to help as well. Arcee and Flareup have lost a friend near and dear to them. Optimus Prime longs for his beloved's caress."

Me: "And just how the hell do I fix that?! I don't even know who's cannon anymore! Let alone what the future holds!"

Primus: "You know more than you perceive. I have tasked you with making sure that none of those you've met are lost to spark break. You will be the one to keep Ironhide from his misery."

Me: "This is beyond insane. If I have to do this, and I do want to, it would help knowing where to start!"

Primus: "I will give you guidance but only when you truly need it."

He said as he slowly began to fade along with the sunny meadow that we were conversing in. Yeah. That was super helpful. Now what?

Third Person's pov

Jessica was in a deep sleep for most of the night, well into the next morning. She was slowly coming out of her peaceful slumber, gently stretching and yawing as she did so. When she opened her eyes she was quite startled to find a man sitting at her bedside. So much so that she fell out of her bed with a loud scream. The holoform looked at her, eyebrows furrowed.

"You okay there femme? The others would be displeased to find you damaged again."

He said. Jess sputtered in shock. The man that had asked about the black shirts back in her dimension…was sitting in her room. She got up and backed up to the closet, eyes wide with fear. "Wh…WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!" She shrilled at him. The man frowned as he raised an eyebrow before realization set in on his face. "Major Lennox wishes to give you a quick tour of base. I suggest that you get going seeing that I have recruits to train in a matter of breems." Jessica stared at the man a second longer, fear creeping into her mind. "I…Ironhide?"

The burly man rolled his eyes before staring at her with a look of vexation. "Get going femme. I don't have all day!" He rumbled. Jess stood for another few minutes before she shook off her surprise and shock. She grabbed a few things from the closet and the dresser next to it and made her way to the bathroom. She nearly gasped when she saw what was on the counter. She slowly picked up the translucent looking note as she continued to look at what was returned to her.

The first step in fixing the others is returning to your true self. These items will help prove your case further, as well as give you minimal contact to your old dimension. Your clothes may arrive later. -Primus

Jess surveyed the counter excitedly. Her piercings, and their duplicates, as well as her phone charger, make-up, computer and several other accessories where neatly laid throughout the bathroom. Without hesitation, Jess continued to get ready. Smiling she stepped out of the bathroom a full twelve minutes later.

Ironhide's holoform jumped, unprepared to see her with her piercings and make-up. "The frag did you do to yourself?!" He said getting up quickly to examine her. She couldn't help the laugh that escaped her as she took a few steps back. "I thought that fragging medic removed all the shrapnel! I can fragging see it imbedded in your dermal layers!" He shouted as he came forward to hold her still as he examined her. "Ironhide. These are my piercings. They're supposed to look like this." She laughed as he poked at one of her earrings. "What is the purpose of such…items." He asked cautiously. Humans were known for being easily angered when bots would ask about some of the stranger aspects of their culture. "They are accessories, that make us more appealing to people." She said as she gathered her things and walked out the door and almost into Will. He too reared his head back in surprise at her appearance as did most of the people on base. Jess enjoyed the quick tour of base she was given, ending up with her hanging out in the rec room absentmindedly watching t.v. She tried calling Cass a few times only for her to either not get a correct signal or for her call to be forwarded to her voice mail. This gave her plenty of time to think of what Primus had said the night before. She knew that she had to cheer up the bots, but she wasn't sure how. After all, most on the base were very leery of her, she expected that. What can she do? How many girls fall out of the sky, then claim that they came from a different dimension?

Her deep thoughts were interrupted when Arcee and Flare-up walked into the room looking extremely troubled. She had a good idea why, but she didn't know whether to pry or not. After all, she had lost an incredibly close friend recently herself. She knew better than anyone right now how much it hurt. Taking a deep breath, she turned around in her seat and looked at them as they poured themselves each a cube of energon. She smiled seeing the familiar sparkling rainbow color as it was poured then transitioning to a dull pink in hue once it sat inside of the cube for a few moments.

"Are you alright?" Arcee asked seeing the strange look on her face. This was enough to draw her out of her thoughts. "Oh, yeah I'm good. I was just wondering… um. Are you two alright? I don't wanna pry, but you…" She trailed off as Flareup glared at her. "If you claim to know so much about us then you should know what is wrong. Correct?" She bit out angrily. Jess reared her head back before she slumped down slowly in her seat, vaguely sorry for having asked. "Flareup! She was only trying to help! I'm sorry, she's- "

Jess: "No. No. It's cool. She's right, I know that you two were really close to Chromia. I shouldn't have asked. But if it is any consolation, I do know how you feel."

She said sadly. This caught the attention of the two femmes. They could tell that she was carrying a lot of emotions. Fear, sorrow, regret, and confusion being the most prominent. And yet here she was, trying to make sure that they were okay. They circled the couch she was on before sitting down on either side of her looking at her curiously.

Flareup: "How do you mean?"

Jess: "I…I lost a friend really close to me…like right before I was sent here."

She said, trying to control her rampaging emotions. The two femmes looked at each other asking the silent question.

Jess: "They…um…they committed suicide."

She said her voice slightly hollow. She had to fight her surging grief back down. The last thing she wanted to do was break down sobbing.

Jess: "I…I understand if you don't trust me. I wouldn't trust me either if I were in your place. I'm not even sure what is going on here anymore. The world I come from…Jazz, and…and you guys didn't even make it to the third movie."

She choked out. Arcee vented deeply before looking to her sadly. "It's just really hard knowing she's gone. She was like…" "She was like our older sister, our best friend." Flareup said finishing for her friend. "But at the same time, she gave herself to save the rest of us. She died a hero's death." Arcee said mournfully. "And she wouldn't want us to dwell on her off-lining. But- "

Jess: "It isn't fair! It hardly makes sense. She was just too bad aft to go like that. To go at all."

She said cutting off the bright purple and black femme. Surprisingly this made the femme laugh lightly. The other two in the room looked at her in astonishment. "You of all people would know that." She giggled. Jess figured out what she was getting at only a few minutes later. When she did, she started laughing too. She could tell the bots their own secrets if she really wanted to.

Arcee: "So, what else do you know about us?"

Jess: "Well, you two are hugely underrated in a lot of ways in my world. I think that you should have gotten more screen time in the movie and in the cartoons."

Flareup: "We were in an animated form?"

Jess giggled lightly before bringing up Flareup's wiki on her computer. "See?" She said as the two immediately began to read the page in amazement. She snorted before she looked to Arcee. "Maybe I should go back to back to being red and orange." She said. "Personally I think you look exquisite in purple." Jess said examining her thoughtfully. "Was I always this shade of pink?" Arcee asked looking down at herself. "Actually, you were more of a girly pink. Not like baby pink but like a pastel pink. But after this movie, you were most commonly dark blue. Like darker than Chromia blue with pink accents." She said pulling up the first of many of Arcee's wiki's.

Though the three still missed their friends greatly, they took great joy in finding new friends in each other as they shared information. The two femmes and Jess spoke to each other until they had to leave for patrol, agreeing to have a similar conversation tomorrow about other transformers on the base and in the cosmos. Jess without really knowing it, was beginning to work on what Primus sent her to fix. Broken sparks.

A/N: Hello! Sorry I haven't posted to this for a while. College is crazy, and now that I'm fulfilling my field work time (I get to work with third graders!) I have even less time. I also got some bad writer's block, as well as a few new plot bunnies chomping at the bit. But at any rate, let me know what you think! Please follow, favorite, and review!

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