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I do not own Jessica...her oc was described by TakoSuKiti so I guess we sort of share her...at least in the form of fictional writing.

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"Text": Means internal thoughts.

"Text": Dialog spoken out loud.

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


Third person's pov

"I can't tell them the truth." Jess thought as she stared back at the assembled bots. "If I say something it could muck up the whole universe." "FEMME I am losing my patience!" Ironhide snarled. She was unsure if she should smile or freak out. It's one thing to imagine meeting massive alien creatures that you love or admire. It's completely different when you actually do. "Is the fleshy stupid?" Sideswipe asked aloud. That snapped her out of her thoughts. "I most certainly am not, you bloody toaster!" Everyone looked to her in surprise. "Say. She sounds like tha' one femme who helped the humans try ta hack the cons." Jazz said smoothly. "Wait. Jazz is alive here?! Did my presence already change things that drastically?" She thought quickly, realizing they were expecting her to speak once more. "I'm Australian. Jazz, I thought you were offlined!" "How did you know he was offlined?!"

Ratchet snarled at her, making her sink lower into the hospital berth. She whimpered slightly, remembering why so many fan fictions had him labeled as "Ratchet the Hatchet". "Because she is a Decepticon pretender!" Ironhide growled holding up her phone. "Slag. I just had to have a Decepticon phone case!". She internally groaned as the hostility in the room grew tenfold. Now the bots were angry, not just angry, downright hostile. Both humans and bots alike were aiming guns and swords at her, ready to kill. "WAIT! I'm not a pretender! I'm neutral!" She screamed. "See? Look!" She added hastily as she lifted her red hair to show the Autobot insignia on her neck. She took a sigh of relief when she saw the surprised look on Optimus' face. "Autobots, stand down." "Bu- ""Let her explain. There is more to her than meets the eye."

Jessica took a deep breath. She knew that she had to tell them something, and she knew that if she lied, it could lead to mistrust and further problems down the road. "I…I am not from here." She started hesitantly. "I was on my way home from work when I fishtailed into a weird portal thingy, and you can guess the rest."

Will: "Why don't you tell us the rest? Just to be sure that we can trust you."

She sighed heavily trying to find a way to tell them what she could without revealing too much. "I slammed into something…I think it was a someone since it was moving and it had wings." "Yeah. Yeah, you slammed into me and Starscream. Thanks for that." Sideswipe commented. "SCORE! I got to hit the most annoying bot!" She mentally cheered. "Though next time, try not to hit me as well fleshy." "Now if only I had hit him too. Maybe Hide could blast him for me?" She thought maliciously.

Prime: "You mentioned you came out of a portal?"

"Yeah. I tried to avoid it, but you know…it kinda blocked my path." She shrugged, feeling a slight sting in her shoulders. "Watch it. You have several dermal and sub dermal bruises. You also have a few cuts on your helm and a sprained wrist. Be thankful that you didn't get drafted to the matrix." The chartreuse medic scolded.

The Matrix. She remembered what Primus had said. She remembered what Sam had seen when he was being revived. She was there, it looked a little different but she was there none the less. "Primus…" She gasped. Prime drew his helm back slightly before looking her in the eye. "Please, there is more that you have yet to tell us." He asked gently. "Primus…he said…he said that he was sending me here to fix broken sparks or something like that."

The bots were silent as they digested this information. Finally, she sighed realizing that she had very little choice. "I'm not from this dimension. I come from where all of you, are fictional characters in cartoons and movies, the Michael Bay films being the latest."

Prime: "Primus has sent you for a reason."

Sideswipe: "Cartoons? Really? How do we know she isn't making this up and isn't a Decepticon spy sent to misguide us?"

To answer his question her phone rang out playing Optimus' first transmission to the stars. She smirked as she looked to the bot currently holding her phone. "Can I have that back? Might be important." She asked innocently. She received her phone a realized she had a spam email. Sighing she unlocked her phone and went to her gallery pulling up several pictures of the bots on her phone. "See?" She said as she showed them the poster from "The Revenge of the Fallen" movie. This shut the bots up completely. Not that she minded, she knew they were having an internal conversation about her.

Will: "This is wicked!"

Jess: "Where I would usually agree, I can't."

Jazz: "Why? This is amazin'!"

Jess: "Because I could be putting you all in danger! Who knows how the third and fourth movies will play out now?"

Will: "What is that supposed to mean?"

Jess: "I know everything that is supposed to happen. I know how it all happened so far. You lot just got back from the events in Egypt right?"

They all stared at her in awe, gravely nodding their heads. "Right so from here I know who's doing what."

Ironhide: "I suggest you tell us everything we need to know."

Jess rubbed her eyes worriedly. She knew this would happen but she didn't want it to. She had to tell them the truth. "Just how much truth should I tell them?" She thought. "Well… your next big catastrophe won't happen for another three years."

Will: "And by catastrophe you mean?"

Jess: "I mean something of the like of Mission city, or Egypt. The problem is though, that the people are gonna know about the bots. And they will not be happy."

Prime: "Are you saying that we will no longer be able to hide in plain sight?"

Jess: "Well… not exactly. Ummm."

Ratchet: "Out with it."

Jess: "That's just it. Well…for starters, you might want to keep a close eye on Simmons. because he's gonna try to write a book on all that's happened so far. And keep an eye on Leo, because nobody knows where he went in the third movie."

"TRANSFORMERS! ROBOTS IN DISGUISE!"

Her phone began to ring playing the original Transformers theme song. Jess snickered as Jazz moved to the beat before looking at the caller id. "OH BLOODY OATH! SHE CAN CALL ME?!"

Prime: "Who is this "she"?"

Jess: "My friend! Man cell reception here must be amazing!"

Will: "It's not supposed to be."

Jess looked to the bots and to the phone again. She knew that she wanted to answer the phone, but the moment she was currently living in dictated that it would be rude to do so. She ignored the call and looked back to the bots, feeling extremely guilty that she just ignored her friend. "What else is there to know about this alleged film?" Ironhide demanded.

"Well… you'll get new bots. And-"

"TRANSFORMERS! ROBOTS IN DISGUISE!"

She siged and looked to the bots again. "My apologies. May I?"

Prime: "That is quite alright. Perhaps we can gain further insight into our problem."

Ironhide: "Or allow the Cons to find our exact location!"

Prime: "Ironhide, the Decepticons already know our location, but I agree that we should be on guard."

And with that Jess answered her phone.

{Jess: "Hello?"}

{"JESSICA HOLMES! WHERE THE FRAG ARE YOU?!"}

Jess winced as she held the phone off to the side of her head to dampen the volume.

{Jess: "Cass, this really isn't a good time."}

{Cass: "BULL-SLAG! WHERE THE FRAG ARE YOU?! DO HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED EVERYONE IS?! I'M COMING TO GET YOU! (GASP) OH FRAG! Jess are you hurt? Where are you? Do you need help?! Answer me!"}

{Jess: "I will if you would bloody well let me! No, I'm in relative good health, and no you can't come get me."}

Prime: "If I my interrupt?"

{Jess: "Cass, call me back tomorrow. I'm kinda in a meeting."}

{Cass: "…NO FRAGGING WAY! YOU RAN OFF TO MEET THE CAST OF TRANSFORMERS WITH OUT ME?!"}

{Jess: "Noooo. Not exactly. How do I put this?"}

Jazz: "Ya came outta the sky an' smacked into Starscream when you entered our dimension."

{"Thank you Jazz. Did you catch that?"}

{Cass: "No fragging way. No way! NO WAY!"}

{Jess: "Way. What did you mean by meeting the cast?!"}

{Cass: "They're in town for a press conference. I saw Peter Cullen's limousine!"}

Jess and Cass continued to have a moment of nerd- a- tude (Cass said it) Until Ratchet cleared his vocalizer, reminding Jess where she was. With the promise of a call the next day Jess hung up, and the bots left her to rest. Well almost all of them did.

Jess's pov

The day I'm having is great. I'd love to get some sleep but there's one gargantuan reason I can't. Ironhide decided to hold a vigil by my berth. Never thought I'd say those words. Now I don't want to come off as rude, but I really find it difficult to sleep when I'm being watched over like a hawk. I mean Hide is like a perfect statue, he hasn't moved since the others left and that was over a quarter joor ago. "Nice. Using their way of telling time. That'll totally make them trust you. Right?" "I do not trust you." Oh the mighty statue speaks!

Me: "Aside from the obvious, why don't you trust me?"

Hide: "You have refused to go into recharge under my watch. Those who have something to hide do not recharge easily."

"Well, he isn't completely wrong…" "Given the circumstances of my being here, I hardly believe that I will sleep well, let alone that I don't easily fall asleep while being watched." He grunted as if I were some strange creature. I'm not that strange. Sure I get the occasional strange look from people back home but I think I'm pretty normal for a seventeen-year-old girl who traveled across a dimension by accident. "You know things that we do not. It is my duty to protect all those who exist on this base, as cumbersome and clueless they may be at times. I will find out what you know and why you are here."

Ratchet: "Let the youngling recharge."

Saved by the medic…and his wrench of doom. Huh, so that really is his weapon of choice. Though I hate doctors, medics, and hospitals in general, Ratchet doesn't seem so bad. Especially since he got my "Keeper" to leave. "And you." I stand corrected. "Do you wish for me to sedate you?" He said holding up a needle that is easily as big as I am. Which is about 5'5''. I couldn't help but scooch under the covers more. "Out of sight out of mind." The scary Medic can't hurt me. I hope.

The next day came, and I haven't slept that good for a long time. The morning began at five a.m. Waking up to a hospital room isn't any fun, and neither is finding out that you're in a hospital gown. "No worries, you can just have Cass bring you some clothes from home." And just as I thought that, a giant blue metallic alien waltzed across the room. "That's right. You're not home. You're in a different dimension. With giant alien robots. On that happy note, where are your piercings?" "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." I chanted as I brought my knees to my chest.

Jolt: "Ratchet? Is it normal for a human to come out of recharge chanting foul language?"

Ratchet: "Not usually. This is the typical behavior of a human when we first introduce ourselves to them. Strange since she claims to have already known about us."

"Deep breath. Breathe. You're okay. You're okay." "Perhaps we should sedate her before she offlines from a heightened spark rate?" Jolt said holding up a big ass needle. It was huge and I mean huge! "Perhaps this is a side effect from the sedatives I used yesterday. We should do some tests to be sure." Ratchet said as he started pulling out tools and pulling over machines. "Not cool! Not cool!"

Me: "OI! Don't you come near me with that!"

The two stopped what they were doing to look at me strangely. "I am…okay I suppose. I just need to know two things."

"Where are my clothes, and where are my piercings?" I asked. They looked at me with a blank stare, and their optics, weren't as deep a shade of blue as they were before. "Those slagging pieces of metal you had embedded into your body were removed and disposed of." "WHAT?! WHY!" "Because they served no purpose being embedded in your dermal layers!" Ratchet scolded. He threw away my piercings! If my holes close, I'm so blaming him! "As it is Prime is looking to continue yesterday's conversation with you in the main hanger. Jolt will take you there."

Me: "In a hospital gown?"

Jolt: "The Major dropped off clothes for you to wear last night."

He said as he passed me a neatly folded pair of pants and a t-shirt. Brown and Khaki aren't my favorite colors (Blue, purple and green are) but at least I won't be damn near naked. After I changed, Jolt Drove me to the main hanger where military men (and a few women) rushed around carrying files and tablets. He drove me to the back of the hanger where there was a large screen as well as a large semi-circle of cars and a single table with a chair and a pitcher of water, which makes it look more like an interrogation than a conversation. As soon as I was let out I looked around cautiously. A few people behind me stopped to stare as the bots transformed. Optimus kindly gestured to the chair and I took a seat, worried about what was to happen.

Prime: "Jessica Holmes. You claim to be from another dimension where we solely exist as fictional characters who serve as entertainment for both adults and younglings. Yet you appear to be withholding information on the future. Why is that?"

It's not the regal baritone that's intimidating. It's not his size. It's the fact that we're having this conversation at all let alone in front of a whole hanger full of people that scares me. Having the other bot's optics boring into me right now doesn't help.

Me: "Well…you see…"

Hide: "Just spit it out femme! What are you hiding?! What could be so bad that you feel so strongly that you should hide it from us?"

He sounds angry and hurt. I understand the angry but not the hurt, he barely knows me. The other bot's stares got more intense, and as a general rule, I really hate it when people stare at me.

Me: "I don't want anyone to get hurt, okay?"

I said. This immediately made the bots stop staring so intensely and a few chuckle.

Jazz: "Younglin' there aint much that can hurt us."

Me: "Says the bot who was ripped in two on a building! Do you have any idea how fragging upsetting that was to people where I live?! DO YOU?! People are still saying that it was a terrible idea to kill you off. To kill any of you off."

I scolded. That got their attention. They didn't look so damn confrontational anymore, now they look worried.

Arcee: "Are you insinuating that you know who is next to offline?"

Me: "I do know. I know you just lost two bots really close to you. I know that things are not going to get better for a while."

Jolt: "Then maybe if you tell us the information we need we can avoid such trauma?"

Me: "That's just it. What I tell you can significantly change the future for the worse."

Jazz: "Well, why can't it change fo' the better?"

Me: "Because. Jazz in my dimension you aren't alive. Who knows what this information could do to you guys?!"

Jazz: "So are ya mad at me fo' being alive?"

Me: "Of COURSE not! Jazz myself and others mourned your loss for days!"

Prime: "Only days?"

Me: "In our defense, we or at least I didn't know that you actually exist until now."

Jazz: "Fair 'nough."

He shrugged. At least he remotely understands where I'm coming from.

Hide: "Having the information to prevent bots from going offline and withholding it is better? What the frag kind of processing is that? WHY wouldn't you share that information with us aside from really being a Decepticon sympathizer?!"

Me: "I am not a sympathizer. I would prefer to remain neutral. And besides did it ever occur to you guys that I'm not comfortable with what I know now that it is a reality?"

Some of the bots (Sideswipe, the Chevy twins and Jolt) looked at me as if I had just said that they should be melted down for scrap. Prime was about to speak up, but Ironhide beat him to the punch.

Hide: "So you propose that you will not give us the information we need to remain online, even though you have mourned the loss of our comrades? Why should we trust you at all?"

Me: "I-"

Sideswipe: "She obviously is not to be trusted. She would remain neutral in a war where she has the answers to our problems? That's very convenient. How do we know that she hasn't already given the Decepticons this "information" she is withholding from us, and was sent merely as a diversion!"

Me: "I AM NOT A SYMPATHISER! I DON'T WANT TO SHARE THE INFORMATION BECAUSE YOU WONT FUCKING BELIEVE ME DAMN IT!"

Ironhide bristled, his cannons began to spin in his rage. Why the hell are they so fragging dense?!

Hide: "Try me. The youngling makes a very valid point. If you wish to be trusted, I suggest you give up information immediately."

He snarled. Prime was about to scold the both of them but I couldn't stop myself from cutting him off again.

Me: "You want to know?! You really fragging want to know so badly?! FINE! IRONHIDE YOU ARE THE NEXT TO DIE! YOU WILL BE SHOT WITH COSMIC RUST BY SENTENIAL PRIME BECAUSE HE SIDED WITH THE DECEPTICONS IN ORDER TO BRING CYBERTRON TO EARTH THROUGH THE SPACE BRIDGE IN CHICAGO!"

I yelled as tears streamed down my cheeks. I didn't want to tell them. I wanted to wait and see if things would turn out that way, I wouldn't let them get so far but I surely didn't want them to know all of this so soon.

Arcee: "Why is she leaking? Is she damaged?! Jolt, Ratchet?"

Me: "I'M CRYING! I don't want to be the reason you guys get killed. I don't want to lose you. I've already lost someone close to me. I don't want to lose more."

I whispered the last part. The last thing I need is them delving into my personal problems. The bots look horrified; I would be horrified if I found out about such a grim future.

Prime: "My apologies. I was not aware that you felt so connected to my team and myself."

"You have no reason to be sorry. Plenty of people love you guys from where I came from."

They all stared back at me disbelievingly. Well this will be fun.


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