Oh my gosh, this took a while. I had the idea spun up, but couldn't put it into words until now. The transition of Dusk and 'Sides' reaction to it is finally beginning to be revealed. Enjoy!

This girl does not own Transformers, (but the OC's are mine bwahaha! The realm of Cybres is mine) but she wishes she did, because, frankly, that'd be awesome!

My Characters-Trans Counterparts Mentioned in this chap.

Tomosal Ivorra (Tomas)- Optimus Prime

Healer-Ratchet

Sideslash-Sideswipe

Dusk Greyman-None

Shadowsteel-Ironhide

Prima-Primus

Moranthi Ivorra (Moranthius)- Megatron

Silver Greyman (Silverstar Ivorra)- Arcee (Prime-verse)

Bryse Noble (Sunstriker Ivorra)- None

The Immoral-The Fallen

Starfighter Ivorra (Rynn)- None

Chapter 8

Can't Find A Heartbeat

Dusk POV

Stars exploded into being. It was like I was standing err floating in space.

"Beautiful isn't it?" a deep, gentle male voice said.

I whipped around, but I didn't see anyone.

"Who's there?" I asked, "Show yourself!"

"I do not think it wise to reveal myself at this moment," the voice replied with a hint of laughter.

I growled to myself.

"Now, Primus," a female voice said gently, "Stop harassing my descendant,"

"I was just having a little fun is all, Prima," the first voice said.

"Do not listen to him," the female voice said, "he is naught but a big bucket of bolts."

"Now that hurt, Prima Light-Bringer," the guy, Primus, said, "I do not treat you in that way."

"Because you cannot find a good retort!"

Dear God, they sounded like a married couple.

"Ok," I said, looking around, "I'm definitely confused."

A soft, electric blue light flared behind me. I turned around again and nearly fell over.

Two giant 'bots stood behind me. Both of them making Prime look like a shrimp.

One had the same color scheme as Prime, but it had enough weaponry on it to make Ironhide jealous. The other was more slender and its armor was a pure white with silver accents, two huge, silver feathered wings protruded from its back.

The white 'bot knelt down to be level with me. I saw kindness and compassion in its eyes as it looked at me.

"It is good to see you again, Dusk Greyman," it said, "My name is Prima, I am your ancestress."

I couldn't move, but it wasn't from fear…it was from awe. I was descended from this?!

"And the mech you see behind me, is named Primus, my counterpart on what your family call Second Earth," Prima said, throwing a look at her counterpart.

Primus shot her a look at instantly made me think he was asking "what the heck did I do now?"

"So if you're my ancestress…" I started, "how the heck are you still alive?"

Primus snorted, Prima shot him a look.

"She is of your line," he chuckled, "That is for certain,"

Prima muttered something under her breath that I couldn't catch, but I guessed it was some sort of insult.

"Will you please allow me to continue?" Prima growled.

Silence.

"Thank you," she said as she turned back to me, "Our races are gifted with almost eternal life, as so long as we do not die in battle or catch sickness. Such is the ways of the Cybreians and the Cybertronians."

"I have another question," I said, "Why am I here? Why am I not on Cybres? Why does it hurt so much?"

"That is more than one question," Prima said, my face ruddied, "Do not be embarrassed, your mother was quite the inquisitive one as well when she was your age."

"You knew my mom?" I asked, "What was she like?"

"Why don't you allow her to answer your previous questions first?" Primus said, "Then she will answer your other ones."

"Oops," I said, blushing violently again.

Prima laughed.

"You are fine, Dusk," She said, "Yes, I know your mother. She is my Heir…"

"So when you die, she takes your place?" I asked.

"No," Prima said, shaking her helm, "It simply means that she has taken on my powers. Creation and such…she was much like you when she was younger, reckless, impulsive, hot-headed, and if I may say so…a very, very good prankster."

I grinned, I couldn't wait to meet Mom.

"As to why you are here," Prima continued, "I wished for you to see who you truly are, the Crown Princessa of Cybres. A future Ivorra."

I raised an eyebrow and was about to speak again when Primus interrupted me.

"An Ivorra is your world's equivalent of a Prime," he said.

"So you're saying that I'll end up not having a sense of humor?" I asked.

Prima gave a light laugh as Primus glared.

"Whatever possessed you to think that?" Prima asked, her eyes sparkling.

She knew. I don't know how I knew, but she knew who I was talking about.

"Of course you will have a sense of humor!" she said, "Your uncles and mother do,"

"So why does this hurt?" I asked.

Prima and Primus looked at each other, before finally turning back to me.

"The pain has not yet begun," Primus said.

Normal POV

There was nothing the Autobots or their human allies could do to help the girl. And it worried them.

Her eyes stayed open and her breathing was slowing. It was almost as if she were…

Dying.

Both human and Transformer watched the heart monitor anxiously, but none was as bad as Sideswipe.

The Corvette 'bot was giving ol' Ironhide a run for his money with his pacing.

He finally gave up on his pacing and wandered over to Ratchet.

He knocked on the Medic's shoulder.

Knock knock.

"Ratchet…" Sideswipe said.

No answer.

Knock knock.

"Ratchet…"

The Medic's silence was starting to get infuriating.

Knock knock.

"RATCHET!" Sideswipe shouted.

"Dear Primus, Sideswipe!" Ratchet snarled, "I cannot get any work done if you so not stop bothering me!"

Sideswipe's faceplates fell.

Ratchet gave a sigh and put his hand on the young soldier's shoulder.

"She'll be fine," he said, "We're doing everything we can. Now go,"

He held up his wrench in a mock threat.

"Or do I have to make you leave?"

Sideswipe nodded and walked out of the Med Bay.

"But will it be enough?" Sideswipe thought, "What if it isn't enough?"

Dusk POV

"What do you mean the pain hasn't even begun?" I demanded, "I feel like someone's taking a sledgehammer to my chest!"

"The physical pain has started, yes," Primus said.

"But the mental has not yet begun," Prima said sadly, "That is the real reason of why you are here, Dusk."

I gritted my teeth.

"What are you wanting to show me," I growled, "What is it that's going to be so painful?"

"You shall see," Prima said, pointing, "Look to the east,"

I looked in the direction of her point and saw a shimmering circle of light.

****Circle vision****

"Rynn!" a blue and red 'bot yelled, "Run!"

A white 'bot, Rynn, looked back at the burning palace, and at a silver 'bot being dragged away by a bunch of sable armored guards.

"He saved us, Tomas!" Rynn said, "We need to save him!"

"There is no time, sister!" the blue one, Tomas, said, "The Immoral is after us!"

He took his sister's hand and ran the Immoral Ivorra pounding after them.

"Shift! NOW!" Tomas yelled, "Fly away!"

"Not without you!" Rynn said, "I lost one brother, I will not lose another!"

****Scene change****

A fair haired teenager ran through a battlefield, there was a harsh zap.

The same black armored monster from Tomas and Rynn's vision appeared in front of the boy.

The boy stumbled back.

"W-who are you?" he asked, his silver-blue eyes wide.

The evil mech laughed.

"I am known as the Immoral," It cackled, "But more better known…as your grandsire,"

The boy blanched, horrified.

"I was descended from your ugly face?" he asked, "Must get my good looks from Gram then, 'cause you sure don't have 'em!"

The Immoral growled and thrust out his hand.

A glowing, red sword poking through the teen's chest, blue blood spilled through his fingers.

He gave a choked scream of pain and fear.

"Help me," he croaked.

****Scene change****

A girl ran through a maze, her long silver blond hair waving behind her. Her snow white skin covered with burns, and scars. She ran and ran as a voice around the corner tells her to run faster and faster. She didn't want to, but an electric current sent a 100 or so volt of electricity through her body. She screamed.

It wasn't the shock, it was the horrible high pitch that made her scream.

"Run faster Subject 1! The faster you get the faster this will end!"

She ran till the pain rushed into her whole system, and suddenly she exited the whole maze with her lungs blazing and her heart pumping blood at 150 miles an hour.

Or so it felt to her.

She collapsed on to the floor, her huge, silver and white wings trembling as she did. The man in a Lab Coat kneeled down next to her and checked her pulse.

"Heart speed high, breathing pattern is highly above normal," He shone a light over her eyes, causing her to wince, "And her pupils show nothing out of the normal,"

He gave a sly smile and pulled a needle out of his pocket.

"This will only hurt for a moment,"

He injected a silvery substance into her veins, she gave a whimper.

"No…More…Please!"

***Normal vision****

I gasped as the girl's face was lifted. It was Silver, the woman who had died in my nightmares!

More scenes poured in from the circle. All of them terribly sad or horrifying. I turned back to the Elders, tears streaming.

"Why?" I asked.

"You needed to know," Prima whispered softly, "why this war was started on our world,"

"I want to end it," I said stubbornly, "I don't care how long it takes…I want to end the Wars."

"You said Wars," Primus noted. "Not War."

"I will give my life to end both wars," I growled, "Here and on Cybres."

Prima nodded, "Then so be it,"

"What must I do?" I asked her.

"Your transition must be complete," Prima said, "And in order for that to happen…"

"Your heart must stop first," Primus said, "It must become a Spark."

I gave a sigh.

"Do it,"

Normal POV

Sideswipe was just coming back to the Med Bay, when a shrill screeching alarm met his audios. Not caring what it was, the silver Autobot rushed into the Hatchet's domain.

"Get Sergeant Williams!" Ratchet yelled, "Tell her that we need to perform immediate operation!"

"Ratchet, what's going on?!" Sideswipe demanded.

"Not now, Sideswipe," Ratchet growled.

Sideswipe gave a frustrated yell.

"HATCHET WHAT'S GOING ON!?"

"Dusk's heart is experiencing a complete shutdown due to a systole and it is causing her dyspnea…"

"Can you ever speak in plain English, or at least Cybertronian?" Sideswipe groaned, "Not doctor?"

"To put it simply, her heart is shutting down and we don't know why…" Ratchet said, "She is dying."

Sideswipe's energon ran cold.

Dusk was dying?

The heart monitor suddenly flatlined.

A/N: This ought to keep you readers happy for a while, just in case I don't get to you guys in time for another. The idea of annoying the Hatchet comes from crashrox92 and her story Transformers Prime: OC's POV. I seriously recommend checking it out, she's got reaaal talent that one. She's the one who inspired me to write TF fics. Thank you so much!

Title from Jars of Clay's Dead Man

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please R&R! :)

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.