A/N: I am so lost right now. I think I failed two tests in a row, and forgot how to type all in one day… wow I think I'm about to die. But on the bright side There is no way I can be grounded from my computer or the internet, considering my college classes are on here, so HA take that!

Primus sat on the berth leaning against her bonded. Honestly she had no idea how he handled her. She was glitch, and she fragging knew it! In fact she strived to be one at some points in time. Yet, he stayed with her. He took care of her, comforted her, and most importantly loved her.

Primus' earliest memories only had her. She was alone. She wondered around what she believed to be her planet and her planet alone. She studied it, and her surroundings. It was beautiful, gorgeous, and metallic. It was her prison.

Primus remembered standing on the edge of a cliff and screaming for as long as her vocal processor allowed her. Trying to free herself from the punishment of something she couldn't remember happening. She wanted someone to hear her. She wanted someone to find her. Most importantly she wanted someone to stay with her.

Primus' most precious memory that she would never forget was the orn she got a reply to all her screaming. She remembered perfectly the sound of metal pedes coming up behind her, and that voice, that beautiful voice that still rang through her processor. "Hey! Come on! Enough is enough!"

That was the first time she saw another Cybertronian, and the first time she met Unicron. He was significantly bigger than her, as he still is today. His armor was the same red, and optics the same purple. "You can stop screaming. I'm here now."

Primus snapped out of her thoughts as Unicron nudged her side of the bond again. She turned her attention to the big mech.

"Now that you're calm maybe you should apologize to Prowl."

"I don't want to. Not even Prima could make me!"

Unicron sighed and shook his helm. "I know he said some stuff that shouldn't really never be said, but you did some things that shouldn't have been done."

"Doesn't that mean he should be begging for mercy."

"Alright. Let me get to the point. Do you want to be the bigger Cybertronian or not?"

"I'm Primus! I'm always the bigger Cybertronian!"

Unicron wracked his processor for something else to say, but when it came to Primus it was hard to beat her, so the small room was engulfed in the heavy silence of before he spoke.

"There's a place on Earth called beaches. They are much like where the harmless acid fields meet with the land on Cybertron." Unicron finally spoke watching for his desired reaction.

Primus' optics glowed brighter. "Can we go? Please, please, please! Oh, can we PLEASE go?"

Unicron smirked at getting his desired reaction. He loved it when she begged. "I suppose," Primus squealed when he said that, but abruptly stopped when she heard what he had to say next. "But you'll have to ask Prowl. After all he is in charge of giving bots permission to leave base or not."

Primus sat up straight and got a determined look in her optics. "I'll be right back!"

Prowl's helm was flat on his desk listening to his friend Jazz rant about how great it would be for the Autobots to go explore different parts of the planet Earth. "Jazz, for the last time, NO!"

"Aw, come on Prowler! It would be fun!"

"Jazz, I don't want to use my break arguing with you."

"Ya don' hafta argue! Ya just gotta agree!"

Prowl let out a groan when his office door shot open. He had an idea who it was, but Jazz confirmed it. "Heard ya had a rockin' nigh'!"

Primus giggled. "Well, I don't know about 'rockin', but it was pretty good. The Earth's gravity does effect things though." Prowl let out a groan. "Oh that's right! I would like to extend my apologies for earlier, Prowl."

Prowl slowly sat up. This was very suspicious. According Prowl's battle computer there was only a .0005% chance of Primus apologizing. Ever. "What do you want?" Prowl questioned suspiciously.

"Prowler! This is Primus! She's supposed ta be very kindly!" Jazz threw in his opinion.

"Jazz, you have not spoken to her much. You do not know her dark side."

Primus growled. "I don't have a dark side! You disgusting fragger of a lower being!"

Prowl pointed at her. "See."

Primus huffed. "Fine! Nice act is off! If you don't give me and Uni permission to leave base, and go to the place called 'beaches' then I will make sure you go straight to the pit!"

"I think ya should do wha' she says Prowler."

"Jazz, you are just agreeing with her because you yourself wish to leave base."

Primus pointed her attention to Jazz. "You are the head of black ops, are you not?"

"Well yeah." Jazz shrugged.

"Then why don't you just sneak off base you have the ability to do so. Don't you?"

Jazz laughed. "Not askin' fer myself, Primus. Ah'm askin' for the rest of da base."

"Hmm. I see. Well, Uni and I will leave base after the next recharge."

Prowl stood up. "I did not say you have permission to leave. You do not even have an alt mode let alone know all of the rules for the human traffic system!"

"Listen here! Grab the crank shaft that stuck up your tight aft, and pull it out!" Primus yelled.

"Come on Prowler! Ya should let her!"

"You should listen to him. You never know when I might let something slip." Primus leaned forward getting into Prowl's faceplates.

Prowl sighed. "Let me guess. About a certain grey praxian."

"Oh look he's getting better!"

"I will talk to Prime about it, but that is the best I can do."

Primus stood up straight. "That is all I ask." She swiftly turned around and strode out of his office.

"Remind meh not ta piss 'er off."

"Gladly."