Wow... Took me a while to fix the grammar is this chapter, huh? Well, at least it's done now.

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Unknown time.

Unknown place.

I woke up with most of my body throbbing in pain. Wherever I was it sounded strange, like every little thing you did made a noise that would echo.

'What happened?' I thought.

Opening my eyes, I was greeted by a strange desert. Sand was blowing in all directions, but I felt no wind. Storm clouds were above me, but they were just sitting there. There was not even a growl of thunder.

'How did I get here?' I asked myself.

My photographic memory took over at that thought. Images and impressions quickly assaulted my conscience. I felt the anger and frustration at my dad, relived my trip to The Clearing, heard the freak thunder storm, saw those surprised blue eyes staring at me. I saw myself running in fear, crashing the ATV, being picked up by a Transformer, heard more voices, and then finally seeing nothing.

I shook my head to stop the memories from getting me off track. This place was familiar and I definitely had seen it before. My eyes widened.

'This is where Sam Witwicky meets the Primes,' I thought with amazement. Then it hit me. 'If I'm here, and this isn't a dream, as I'm still in pain, then how is this possible?'

I was standing in the same spot for what felt like forever before a voice said, "I see you're awake."

I almost yelled in surprise then turned around. Standing not far from me was a female transformer. She was much shorter than the one I encountered in the forest, but still was ridiculously tall. I estimated her at around thirty-five feet. The unnamed female...or Femme Transformer, or whatever they were called, was dark grey in color with blue optics and a warhammer on her back. She had what I could only call an aura that commanded respect.

She spoke again, "As you humans say, you were at death's door."

After I got over my shock, I answered with, "How did I get here?"

"You were brought here after you were injured," she answered.

I paused for a second then asked "Where is here?"

"That will be explained soon," she replied and lowered a hand. "Want a lift? The others want to speak with you."

I hesitated, looked at her hand and then back up at her face. "Please don't drop me, I would likely break both of my legs, not just one". I said while taking the offer of a ride.

After ten minutes of walking, the unnamed femme stopped and said, "This is our stop." Then she set me down.

Just as my feet hit the ground a very familiar voice spoke.

I heard, "I believe introductions are in order."

I looked toward the spot where the voice came from. My jaw dropped when I recognized the transformer who saved me in the forest. Now that I wasn't half dead, I realized he had an aura similar to the femme. His presence screamed, "Leader". I noticed that I was in the middle of a circle surrounded by five transformers, including the two that I had seen before. The transformer I encountered in the forest introduced himself first.

"I am called Prima," he said.

Next came the introduction from the femme. She stated, "I am Solus Prime."

A blue-gold and red mech was standing just behind me. He carried formidable staff, taller than he stood. He said, "I'm Zeta Prime."

Next to speak was a light grey and black mech with what looked like clock on his chest. He said his name was Vector Prime. The last one to introduce himself was a mostly red mech with glowing gold runes on his shoulders and around his optics. He was almost the same height as Prima.

"And I am known as Alpha Trion", he said.

Prima concluded with, "We are what is left of 'The Thirteen', or 'The Dynasty of Primes' as we are known to some."

I was in awe of each of the transformers around me. They all held a fire that inspired you and made you feel perfectly safe. If any one of them had said, "Boy, I need you to go jump off a cliff", I would likely have done it. After I hadn't said anything for about a minute, Prima broke the silence.

"Are you malfunctioning?" he asked with humor in his voice. That question pulled me out of my trance.

"Why am I here?" I finally asked.

He answered easily, "Primus told us bring to you here. Why you are here is not known even to us."

'Okay, so no one knows why I'm here,' I thought. "So where is here?" I asked, looking at the unique desert and bizarre clouds.

This time Vector answered, "We are in a Pocket Universe in which I can see Parallel Realities and all possible outcomes to each reality. I even open doors into them." he said excitedly.

I blinked once then twice. "Okay", I said slowly not wanting to have him explain again. "If we are in a parallel reality, how did we get here? And what happened to me in my reality?"

Vector tried to explain again but was cut off by Zeta.

"Prima and I were trying to approach you in the forest but you humans have the most annoying ability to sense when someone is watching you," he said with a huff. Apparently, he was the one I spotted in the forest.

Solus laughed and ignored the glare Zeta sent her. "Don't mind him, he's just annoyed you saw him."

The rest of the Primes were amused by Zeta's embarrassment of being seen.

I smiled and said, "I knew that, but I still would like to know what happened to me."

Solus stopped laughing and stiffened. Zeta's glare that had been redirected at me for my comment softened and everyone else became grave.

Prima voice was gentle and filled with regret, "Child... In your reality... You died".

I was stunned. "Wh- what do mean 'died'? I was alive when I came here!" I knew I shouldn't be mad at them. After all I was the one who hit a tree, but being told I'm actually dead is a bit of a shock.

Vector followed up Prima's statement, "What Prima means is that if you go back to your reality you will die. The storm you saw was supposed to kill you."

That made me calm down quite a bit. 'They saved me,' I realized. My next thought was remembering the storm. "Severe thunder storms are very rare in winter, and even more rare in upstate New York, how bad was the storm?" I asked, lacking my earlier anger.

Prima spoke to Vector, "Show him."

Vector closed his optics and held a hand toward me. A second later there was what looked like a window directly in front of me.

Looking inside, I saw a female weather reporter announcing, "This just in, a freak storm is hitting New York State from the Adirondacks to the outskirts of The Big Cit-". It quickly cut to another weather report. "What people are calling 'Labor Day Storm's Big Sister' is just devastating New Yo-".

It cut again and was replaced this time with a news anchor with a story about my home town. "Tonight a small town in the Adirondacks remembers one of their own. Missing since last Friday, seventeen year old Zechariah Taylor was declared dead yesterday."

A picture of me came up in the window and was replaced by footage of my entire town's population standing outside in the town square. They all held candles and sang quietly. The scene changed and I saw all my school friends standing together, some with tears in their eyes. I saw my friends being interviewed.

"If you don't mind me asking," the field reporter said in a respectful whisper, "What are these the songs you're singing? 'Three Days Grace', and 'Breaking Benjamin' are not bands normally used in memorial services," he finished.

Holding the mic, one of my close friends told him, "He...he would want us to sing his favorite songs, not typical funeral songs."

The news crew cut to an interview with two people I hadn't seen in almost two years. My brothers were on the screen. Both of them were there in uniform, towering over the reporter, neither one of them looking comfortable at being interviewed.

"What will you remember most about your brother?" the reporter asked.

Jim and David both looked slightly surprised by the question. They anticipated more disrespectful questions from the reporter. David answered first.

He said simply, "His sense of humor."

Jim then replied with a slight smile, "I remember the fact he was as mature as we were when he was six. And no matter what we did...he always backed us up," Jim finished, looking at the reporter with a stoic face, characteristic of any seasoned soldier.

"Thank you for your time, and I'm truly sorry for your loss." the reporter said to my brothers. They must have said "thank you", but I wasn't listening anymore.

The window faded away after that. I was still in shock. I just stood there dumbfounded. Solus shook me out of my stupor.

"Should we go over the remainder later?" she asked me in a gentle tone.

I looked at her with moist eyes. "No," I said, wiping my eyes and continuing. "My brothers taught me to face problems sooner rather than later." I looked back at Prima. "Thank you for allowing me to see what happened."

He just nodded and asked, "Do you have any more questions?"

I didn't hesitate and spoke again. "How did my father react? He wasn't interviewed."

Prima explained, "It broke him. He sold your house to your brothers the day you were declared dead, then moved west."

It didn't surprise me that he would bury his grief so deeply he would never recover. I asked the obvious question, "How am I okay?"

Solus was the one who answered. "First off, a second scan revealed your injuries were much worse than I originally thought." Pausing to bring up a holographic image of what looked like me she continued. "You fractured your skull here," she highlighted my temple. "You broke your right arm and leg." The limbs in question were also highlighted. "But your most life-threatening injury was your punctured lung. I used exactly nine thousand, four hundred and eighteen of my own Nanites to stabilize you. However, there is... A side effect"

That didn't sound good. "What kind of side effect?" I asked with uncertainty.

The silence was total. Solus looked at Prima for permission to answer. With his approving nod she carefully replied, "The faint throbbing you have been feeling has an explanation. It's the Nanites... They're multiplying and... Slowly changing you into a Cybertronian. Technicality speaking, I would be your Femme Creator."

There is nothing anyone could have done to prepare me for that bombshell. If what they said was true, I had to accept the reality that I would become a Cybertronian with Solus basically as my mother. All I wanted to do was argue that they were all wrong and that they had somehow made a mistake. What I ended up saying was, "Oh."

After another minute or two of silence I spoke again, "Could be worse I guess. I could be turned into a dog or something," I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Solus let out a breath in relief at my response. "You're right," she said. "The news could have been worse."

I nodded and replied, "I owe you my life. Thank you...Mom?" I said with a half-hearted question.

She just smiled at that.

After another ten minutes of talking with Solus, Vector, and Zeta, Prima ended our conversation.

"Time for you to go to your new home Zechariah," he said.

Vector opened another window in front of me. This one was looked large enough for my six and a half foot height to comfortably walk through. Within the window I saw a teenager walking down an alley. Soon after him came a woman riding a blue motorcycle. She quickly overtook him and skidded to a halt directly in front of him. I recognized this scene from the first episode of "Transformers Prime". The teenager's name was Jack Darby. The woman was merely a hologram. The motorcycle was Arcee, a member of the Autobots.

I looked at Prima. "I'm going in there?" He nodded and I sighed. Looking at the primes, I said, "Will I see any of you again?"

"Maybe," Alpha Trion spoke mysteriously.

"Now go, you're on a tight schedule," Solus said, making a shooing motion with her hands.

I took a breath, squared my shoulders and stepped through the door to my new home.

I am not going to lie, I'm a little scared that I once wrote with such terrible grammar... It's surprising to see how much I've improved since I started this story.

This chapter's credit song is "Fired Earth Music - Man Of Steel Remix" I forgot why I picked this song... Oh well, it does suit the ending.

Thanks for reading.