"Fucking bitch!" I screamed up at the sky. One of the shots landed near me, causing my instincts to go on high alert. Grabbing my double bladed weapon, I got into a defensive stance and realized that it was a Decepticon Seeker that shot at me. "You wanna dance? Because I'm not in the best of fucking MOODS!"

"Get out of here human!" A cybertronian ordered from behind me. I glanced at him and lifted my free hand, transforming it into my plasma cannon.

"I only take orders from Primes." I replied blindly sending a shot towards the Decepticon. The mech behind me stared at me in shock before going back to firing.

.:: This is Special Agent Fowler::. The mech behind me shot at a human aircraft that hovered above us.

"Are you mad? That's human!" I growled at the mech.

.:: Woah. Stand down, Hot Shot. I'm on your side::. The human said before firing on the Decepticon. I turned back to the 'con and fired from my cannon some more. A stray shot from the human, came hurtling towards me, but I blocked it with my sword. A light appeared behind the mech and I and we both looked to see who was arriving.

"Had a feeling the Gang might show." the mech smirked as four brightly colored Cybertronians ran through what appeared to be similar to the portal I fell through.

"What faction?" I asked.

"Autobot, of course." the mech glanced at me.

"As long as they can actually kill this fucker, I'll help. Otherwise, I have to try and find my guardians." I turned back to the fight and fired on the seeker.

"Jackie." a big burly green mech helped the bot behind me stand, as a femme and one who looked similar to Bumblebee fired on the 'con as well.

The Decepticon ran and hid behind a gas station, before scanning the human aircraft from earlier. I tried to disrupt the scanning by throwing a knife, I 'borrowed' from Hound, but it was too late. The 'con ran off and the mech I was helping fired at the retreating Decepticon. One of the bots shouted and I swore it sounded like Optimus. A stray shot hit a gas pump, causing a huge explosion. That of which knocked me back a good thirty feet.

"Dreadwing rigged the place to blow." the mech scowled.

"Dreadwing?" the burly green mech asked.

"Actually that was your handiwork, Sparky." a small blue and pink femme stated. I staggered to my feet and picked up a rock, throwing it at the mech's helm.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME! IT'S BAD ENOUGH I'M WANTED BY TRF BECAUSE OF MY ALIEGANCE WITH AUTOBOTS! I THOUGHT THAT OPTIMUS PRIME WOULD HAVE TAUGHT YOU BETTER THAN TO CAUSE DANGEROUS EXPLOSIONS NEAR HUMANS! ALBEIT, I'M NOT AS HUMAN AS I USED TO BE THANKS TO MEGATRON, THE FALLEN, SENTINEL PRIME, AND LOCKDOWN. BUT STILL! WHERE ARE YOUR PROCESSORS?!" I screeched flailing my cannon around wildly. "You realize that this place is a fueling center. Gasoline is flammable. Just like energon. When I get back to my friends and family, and I can knock some sense into Prime, I'm going to be bringing this incident up."

"Who are you?" the green mech looked down at me. All optics were on me.

"Dawn Avalon Summers. Temporary Autobot leader, former charge of Optimus Prime, current charge of sparkmates Ironhide and Ratchet." I dryly summed up while inspecting one of the blades of my sword after turning my cannon back into a servo. Sudden exhaustion took over and my legs gave out. "Fuck."

"Let's get you two to base." The mech that sounded like Optimus ordered. The Bumblebee look alike offered me his servo, that of which I politely sat on as my sword turned back into the talisman.

Time Skip:

     When I was brought into the base, I finally got a good look at the bots who showed up to the fight and nearly lost it. They were weird looking bots. Boy, was this going to be a great story to tell Hound and the others. Of course, since I wasn't seen as easily in the dark either, the bots stared at me in shock. One actually dropped something. The mech holding me nearly dropped me himself. Today was just not my day. I was grateful that my hair covered my optic, or else, I'm sure Hell would break loose. As soon as I was set down on a platform, I asked where the bathroom was. The femme pointed to a door and I took off for it. Yes I had to use the bathroom, yes I needed some time to cool down and process what the hell has just happened, and yes I needed to try and contact my guardians. As soon as I had finished what I needed to do body wise, I sat with my back against the door and tried to tune out the arguing. Then I heard the human man from earlier yelling and decided to reveal myself.

"Wheeljack and Bulkhead served as part of the Wreckers. A combat unit that served outside the chain of command." the Optimus sounding mech explained.

"Which is why Optimus had them stay with the Xanthium. Wreckers are Assholes, who cause messes. Only good thing about 'em is the fun shit they do when overcharged." I stated leaning on a railing.

"Who are you?" the African American man demanded.

"Dawn Avalon Summers. Temporary Autobot leader, former charge of Optimus Prime, current charge of sparkmates Ironhide and Ratchet." I recited.

"When were you going to tell me that you had a human?" The man turned to the big red and blue mech. "The Pentagon is going to be up my tail about this, Prime."

"Prime? The only Prime alive is Optimus Prime. And he is currently some crazy femme's little puppet."

"I assure you, I am not." the large mech said. Everyone in the room gave me strange looks. Then it hit me.

"That fucking bitch! She's sent me to another dimension! When Ironhide and Ratchet find out, Hell really is going to break loose. Especially is Jazz decides to leave Cuba." I hit my head on the railing with a groan. A light ting resounded around the room, from the metal part of my forehead.

"What was that?" a red and white mech looked at me before pointing a scanner at me.

"My optical/facial prosthetic. One of my guardians gave it to me when I lost nearly half my face to Starscream." I moved my hair reluctantly.

~What about your arms and legs?~ the Bee look alike buzzed pointing to said extremities.

"The Fallen, ripped off my arms. And Sentinel Prime cut off my legs with this sword." The talisman turned into Sentinel's sword. "So I've had it rough in the war."

"You can understand Bumblebee?" the femme gave me a look.

"Only partially." I pointed to the cybertronian half of my face. "Look, I'm not supposed to be here. I'm needed to stop Cybertron from consuming my Earth."

"How are you going to get back?" the red and white mech gave me a questioning look.

"I'll figure something out. Just show me the exit, and I'll be on my way." I clicked my heels together and my rocket thruster kicked on, lifting me into the air.

"Wait." The large mech stopped me. "Let us help you. So long as while you are here, we get the same in return."

"A you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. Seems fair. But I'm not going to sit out every fight. Not when I now have the ability to defend Earth." I landed on the platform and noted that my bag was still on my back. Then noticed my clothes were little more than rags. "Excuse me, I'm going to change into some decent clothes."

I went back into the bathroom and stripped out of my ruined clothes. In my bag was two outfits. I pulled out a yellow/gold crop top, black leggings, a red leather vest, and a blue visor. Once I had the clothes on, I transformed my feet into tall knee high combat boots. I threw my choppy hair into a bun. Red lipstick and dark eyeshadow completed the look. Nodding, I left the bathroom and saw that the mech was getting ready to leave. When he saw me, he motioned for me to follow. I clicked my heels and the thrusters powered on. The talisman moved around on my arm as I flew behind him through the portal thing.

"So, you're this dimension's Optimus Prime?" I glanced at the large mech.

"Affirmative." he nodded. Great, even more poised and proper than the other Optimus.

"I see. And you also have a Bumblebee." I hummed till we came upon a pile of rubble where the trigger happy mech from earlier was digging his way out.

"What took ya so long, Bulk?" the trigger happy mech grunted. "Don't tell me that riding with Prime has made ya..."

"You might want to take care with how you speak when being dug out of a pile of rubble." I crossed my arms and hovered next to Optimus. "Just be lucky he's nicer. I've gotten some serious brig and paper work time for the shit I've said."

Optimus pulled the mech out of the rubble.

"If you will not take orders from me, that is one thing. But when you place one of my Autobots in danger..." Optimus reprimanded the wrecker.

"With all do respect, Sir. Bulkhead knew the risks, every Wrecker does. Now I'm sure he's just somewhere in this rubble." the shorter mech turned to the pile of rocks. I moved my hair out of the way of my optic and scanned it.

"I'm not..." the commlinks went off, including my own.

.::Optimus, Bulkhead's signal has moved from your current position::.

The mech started to walk off and looked back at us.

"You two coming with?" he asked. I rolled my eye and optic and looked to the Prime. Optimus nodded and followed the smaller mech. "This should be fun. If only Ironhide was here. He's rip twinkle toes here a new one for endangering a team mate."

We got on the smaller mech's ship and I had to pull a bandana out of my pocket to cover the snickering shit eating grin on my face as I saw how uncomfortable the Prime was. The mech finally fully acknowledged my presence and I gave him a basic summary of my story. He introduced himself as Wheeljack. Hearing his name brought a pang to my spark as I remembered the Wheeljack from my dimension was brutally murdered by Decepticons. The Prime gave me a questioning look, but I ignored him and sat on the Dashboard of the ship. I could feel the stares of the two mechs but I tried to ignore them. To do so, I thought back on how Ironhide and Ratchet were doing. I missed my foster parents/guardians, so much. After a while we came upon a shipyard full of stacked shipping containers.

"Yay, another shipyard. Wasn't Shanghai enough?" I groaned letting my head fall back.

"What happened there?" Wheeljack asked while we followed him, as he had a scanner.

"It kicked off my first guardian getting temporarily killed and me losing my arms to the Fallen." I summed up. The Matrix of Leadership hummed in my chest cavity/spark chamber.

"Also, you two need to remember we are close to population." The Prime said.

"Blasters and fuel pumps don't mix." Wheeljack deadpanned in response. I smacked his helm and opened my right servo as the talisman turned into Sentinel's old weapon.

"Still show some respect, Dumbass." I whispered in his audio receptor.

"Whatever." The scanner in Wheeljack's servo began to beep rapidly. "Our Boy's just up ahead."

"And he's now a living time bomb." I stated when we rounded a corner.

"Scrap." Wheeljack cursed. Bulkhead groaned as Wheeljack approached him. "Sure got yourself in a scrapheap now, huh partner?"

"Now is not the time to be joking." I transformed my left servo into my cannon. "Keep your optics peeled."

"Who put you in charge?" Wheeljack gave me a dirty look.

"I'm not going to put up with his bull shit. I'm gonna scout the area... Prime style." I glared at Wheeljack before landing on the top of the shipping containers and running off. As I neared some cranes, I heard loud talking then blaster fire. Looking up, I saw the Seeker firing at some shipping containers.

    Activating my thrusters, I flew towards the fighting and saw Optimus and the Seeker firing on one another. Aiming my cannon at the Decepticon, I opened fire and shot from above. This gave the Prime some time to duck out of the way of the line of fire. The Seeker glanced at me and fired a couple rounds at me, but I was able to dodge thanks to my small size and followed him as he chased the Prime through the shipyard. I kept trying to think of a way to stop him before other humans noticed us. But I kept coming up blank. As I rounded a corner, I was grabbed by Wheeljack.

"Hey!" I shouted trying to get free.

"I need your help. We need to stop Bulkhead. Optimus knows that Dreadwing is the only one who can diffuse the bomb. Is there any way you can draw Dreadwing to us once I stop Bulk?" Wheeljack had a pleading look on his face plates. An idea came to mind.

"Yeah. But it involves human indecency." I sighed. Wheeljack let me go my weapons went back to their resting states. "Go find your friend, and I'll meet you by the water."

"Thank you." the wrecker nodded running off.

"You better be thankful." I huffed flying off towards the sound of the fighting while removing my vest, shirt, lastly my bra. I held my clothes to my chest while I flew till I was in view of the Seeker. "Hey, Ugly!"

"Who dares insult me?!" The Decepticon looked around till his optics landed on my hovering form.

"I did." I shouted uncovering my bare chest and opening a small hidden hatch in the center. Carefully I reached in and pulled out a slender metal relic. "How about you leave that Prime alone and come after this one!"

.:: What are you doing?!::. Someone shouted through my comm.

"It's called fishing for a reason." I replied.

"I have no quarrel with a human." Dreadwing snapped.

"I'm not human anymore! Here is the Matrix of Leadership from my dimension. I am a Prime, easily killed since I'm so small. Kill me, and you can earn the title of the Slayer of the Rising Sun!" I replied as the relic in my servo grew in size.

"The Rising Sun? Why kill one weak Prime when I can kill both Primes." Dreadwing aimed his cannon towards me, and fired. I feinted left while putting the relic back in my chest and slipping my vest on, since it was quick to put on and covered most of what needed covered.

"I'll worry about my shirt later." I muttered shoving half in the waistband of my leggings. I heard a roar and saw Optimus riding a large magnet down onto Dreadwing. Bulkhead and Wheeljack came running up as I landed next to the seeker's helm. "By the way, I lied about being a Prime. I'm only safeguarding the relic."

"Dreadwing, diffuse the bomb, or fall victim to your own device." Optimus ordered. Dreadwing replied that he would rather die. "Then we will gladly join the Allspark with our brother."

"Sorry, but I have important shit I need to take care of back home, I've already died like thirty times, I don't wanna be dead for good." I crossed my arms. Dreadwing caved and pulled out a blue wire from the bomb, but suddenly more went off around shipyard. "MOTHERFUCKER!"

We all fired on the retreating seeker before turning to the raging fires.

"So, who do we call for clean up?" Wheeljack smirked.

"I hate you. I really, really hate you." I glared at the mech.

"But the distraction worked." he shrugged.

"It only worked because I had to strip down to nothing just to retrieve a fucking relic! What if someone was filming us? My naked chest would be all over social media!!" I seethed pulling out my shirt and turning away from the mechs so I could put all my discarded clothing on. "I hope you have something really indecent happen to you. I really do."

     When we got back to the Autobot base, I hid myself in a dark corner away from others, because I was still very ashamed and embarrassed over what I did. The only times I was ever without clothing around cybertronians was Egypt when I lost my arms, and when Lockdown kept me naked to make it easier to experiment on me. I shuddered at the memories. Never again. Only when I'm with a significant other and we're having an intimate moment. Someone calling my name snapped me out of my thoughts and I saw that it was the femme who was looking for me. I didn't want to talk with anyone or bot right now.