Summary: The first adventure. A young girl discovers the Decepticons and Autobots have more to do with her than she thinks… Crysta's POV

Disclaimer: I still don't own Transformers or Transformers Prime.

OK, I admit this story wasn't going quite the way I imagined it. At least now I have a better idea of what I'm doing. Flames will be used to toast marshmallows, if you feel like giving me any. And I will now try to do one chapter per episode, but I may skip some I am less familiar with.

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"Speaking"

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Supernatural Beings speaking

-still no criticism? Come on…-

"Whew, that was a close call." I muttered to myself as I touched down on a nearby mesa. I walked towards my little "base" and heard noises inside. If those noises were what I thought they were, I would have a guest to take care of. I walked inside and saw, just as I expected, Cliffjumper waking up and looking around, confused.

"What… happened to me?" He began to look around. "Where am I?"

"Calm down a little bit. You're safe, and stress won't do you any good right now. You should rest," I gently tried to push him back onto the berth.

"Crysta!" He tried to get up again. I pushed him down again. When he tried again, I glared at him and he stopped trying for a minute as his brain began to catch up to the situation.

"Look, there aren't any other Decepticons here, and I saved your life." He blinked, but still had that slight shock of not knowing quite what was going on. I decided to try and pull his attention away from his surroundings.

"Cliffjumper, do you remember what happened to you?" I asked. "I have some questions about the injuries you had when I found you."

"And I have some questions about how you're still alive," He replied. "But I suppose I'll answer yours first. I was on a scouting mission and found a huge deposit of Energon. You should know that your faction was mining it." I nodded hesitantly. "A bunch of them attacked me and the Energon on the surface exploded. Then they managed to drag me to Starscream."

"That explains the damage from one of the Energon explosions and the missing horn…"

"Wait, one of the Energon explosions? I don't remember being near any others." He interjected.

"Well, the damage is too much to have been caused by just one, and I might know why you don't remember. But please, trust that I am not with the Decepticons now."

"…Okay." I felt relief, so much it was almost visible. He continued, also seeming a bit more at ease.

"After Starscream did some boasting and stuff, he stabbed me and everything went black." He shivered, almost regaining that same look he had when he woke up. That fear of not knowing what had happened or where he was. And some small part of me said I had felt lost too, once. "I-I can't really remember what happened after. My memory's all clouded… I think Megatron was there. I wasn't in control of my own body and charged at him… Whatever was controlling me, it had so much hate... It was horrible." Again, that small part of me said I knew. But what did I know? I spoke, and was surprised when it came out shakily, as though it might break.

"When I found you, you had been sliced in half and there was Dark Energon inside of you. Whatever it did, it also kept you alive long enough for me to find you. When the entire mine exploded, it must have purged most of the stuff. I thought… at least you deserved a burial, but then I saw you weren't quite dead yet." Cliffjumper looked at me, as though asking for my story now. I obliged.

"I was revived somehow as a human, and then the Decepticons found me and I was restored as a Decepticon again. But then I saw Megatron had gotten his hands on some Dark Energon. I think it was affecting his mind." I looked over at Cliffjumper and saw he was laying back on the berth, optics half-closed.

"You know… you're not too bad for a Decepticon. At least not anymore." And then he was asleep. What had I felt then? Happiness that I was appreciated? Guilt, that as soon as this was gone, I would be back with the Decepticons, and also guilt for what I may have been like before? My spark itself seemed in turmoil as I flopped onto another of the berths and was asleep as well in what seemed like seconds.