-Dawn's Pov-

"That's odd." Ratchet hummed looking at the scanner.

"What is it, old friend?" Optimus asked walking up next to the medic.

"I'm picking up an emergency beacon from an Autobot escape pod." the white and orange mech began typing. I moved closer and read the code that came up for the blip. It was a nickname. "It's calling itself the..."

"Rising Sun... me. It's from my dimension." I cut the medic off. Energon tears pooled in my eye and optic as I looked from the screen to the groundbridge. "It could be somebot I know! Open the bridge!"

     The medic did and I wasted no time taking off through it. When I came out the other side with Prime and Bee following, I saw Decepticons trying to open it. Growling, I summoned my double blade sword and attacked the drones. No punk ass Decepticon was going to touch anything related to my family. Blaster fire filled the clearing as I got closer to the pod. When I made it to the edge of the crater, I saw a massive silver mech with a bucket like helm. A drone made to attack me, but I cut his helm off in one fell sweep. The falling of his body caught the new mech's attention. His blood red optics bore into my blue orbs. He smiled and showed sharp, shark like denta.

"So, you're the piece of shit failure who leads these weak ass losers?" I jerked my free thumb in the direction of the drones. "Wow, I'm like a God here, when it comes to killing you guys."

"You must be The Rising Sun." the mech sneered.

"I'm also your Grim Reaper. Step away from my thing." I snarled getting into a defensive position while rising in the air.

"I will not waste my time with you right now." the mech, aka Megatron, walked out of the crater and stopped next to me. "Though next time, I will not be so lenient towards you. A salvage merely turned into an assessment."

"Next time will be your downfall." I watched him and the other Decepticons retreat into a groundbridge. "Punk ass Decepticon."

~You sound like Ironhide.~ Bee whirred.

"That's because he was like family after I lost mine." I lightly touched my face piece before turning to the pod. "This pod must have somebot from home in it."

Optimus walked up to it, making my crystalized spark skip a beat.

"It requires a specific genetic signature to open." Optimus picked up the pod with Bee and Bulkhead's help. When did he get here?! "Ratchet can take a look at it when we return to base."

"Optimus, is anyone injured?" the medic was on us like flies to shit.

"We're fine. Dawn took out most of the 'Cons on her run to the pod." Bulkhead waved the medic off who looked at me like I had two heads.

"I've killed harder Decepticons. Hell, I ripped Lockdown's spark out after he killed me with his final experiment." I shrugged. The medic slowly turned to the pod and scanned it.

"The pod requires... Dawn's genetic signature to open." Again, all optics are on me.

"Okay then." Slowly I activated my thrusters again and flew up to the lock. Taking a deep breath, I placed my servo on it and hissed when a quick stabbing feeling came from my palm. Pulling my servo back, I saw a good size leaking hole in my it. I ripped part of my cami and wrapped my servo. "What the fuck?"

"It's how bio-signature pods work. They require energon samples from the only one who can open it." Ratchet explained.

"Woah! There better not be scraplets in there!" Miko grabbed a nearby crowbar after entering the main room.

"Why would my family send scraplets?" I glanced at her.

"The pod's from your world?" Raf asked.

"Yeah. But I'm not sure what's in it." I had to fly back as the door opened to reveal datapads, figurines, and boxes of things. "By the Allspark."

"What is all that stuff?" Jack looked at me from the platform. I reached in and pulled out a holo-device and activated it. A huge image of all the surviving Autobots and Dinobots were smiling and waving. Even Optimus was giving me a genuine smile. One I hadn't seen since my twenty-fifth birthday.

"Things from home." I choked on a sob.

"Are those the Autobots from your dimension? That flamed one in the center kinda looks like Boss Bot." Miko pointed to my first guardian. I powered off the device and hugged it.

"I think he was. The yellow/green bot and the black bot must have been her other guardians. If I remember correctly from the descriptions of them." Raf pushed his glasses up his nose.

"C-can I have one of the empty rooms for my self. Please?" I asked looking up at the Prime. He nodded and I closed the pod. Bulkhead, Bee, and Optimus picked up the pod and carried it down the hall with Arcee, the kids, and I following.

"You can utilize this one." Optimus said as he and the others placed the pod in a corner of the huge room.

"Thank you." I replied as they walked out. The door popped open after I lightly pulled on it and looked over its contents. One datapad caught my eye. It was my Autobot medical record. Grabbing it, I ushered everyone out of my room and closed the door. "I need to give this to Ratchet."

"What is it?" Jack asked.

"Everything he needs to know about me." I flew to the main room and tapped the medic's shoulder plating.

"What do you want Dawn." he snapped. I reeled back and held out the huge tablet.

"In case I lose a limb. The schematics and other medical information you need about me is in there. Not like you care. My Ratchet did everything he could. Even when all I did was save the first lieutenant." I left as soon as he took the datapad and headed to my new quarters and locked the door.

     Carefully, one by one, I took out each item in the pod. Datapads were neatly stacked in one corner and the figurines of all my friends and family were lined up in a couple rows next to them. Most of the boxes in the pod was my furniture from my family's old farm, while others were new clothes from Ratchet and Ironhide. I could tell because some clothing was modest and some was more military. There was one box of clothes from Jazz who picked out a bunch of 'sexy' outfits. It brought me smiles, but made me realize that I wasn't coming home. Ever again.

     It took a couple more hours to set up the furniture on the huge cybertronian desk. The datapads were stored on the Cybertronian shelf, along with my figurines. I set them up just like in the holo-image. As I looked around the still mostly empty room, I saw in a small box of things, my truck keys. I picked them up and heard a honk in the pod when I accidentally clicked the lock button.

"What the..." Curious I flew into the pod and saw a tarp covering something. I pulled the tarp back and gasped. It was my truck. More tears flowed down my face and I crawled under my vehicle and grunted as I lifted it up and out of the pod. When I finally got it on the floor, I simply laid on the cold concrete floor under my truck to catch my breath. Its been a while since I've lifted a car. Since the whole Extinction deal. "Well, now I can fucking go places now like a normal person."

"Dawn." A knock sounded from the other side of my door. It was the Prime.

"Its open." I replied crawling out from under my truck. Prime gave me a blank look as I rolled my shoulders before checking the diesel levels. Full tank. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"It's about the relic you used at the shipyard." Optimus stood there almost awkwardly. I motioned for him to sit on the large berth I had pushed into the corner.

"I'm safeguarding it for the Optimus Prime in my home dimension. I lied to Dreadwing to draw him closer to Bulkhead." I stated popping my truck's hood and checking the engine. "I'm not a Prime, nor am I Prime material. The matrix in my chest only deems me worthy, because I've saved the lives of countless Autobots and talked with the original Primes when I lost my arms. Had some 'lunch' with 'em when I lost my legs and was out for a while."

"I see." Prime hummed looking deep in thought. "And whose metals are your prosthetics made from?"

"My 'parents'. The Ratchet and Ironhide from back home." I closed the hood of my truck and looked to the book shelf. "One of these datapads is a journal I kept up until the whole experimentation situation. If I can find it, I'll lend it to you. Easier for people to read it."

"I do not wish to intrude on your personal life from your dimension." Optimus protested.

"It's not my personal journal. It's the one I wrote for all new Autobots." I sighed brushing some hair out of my eye. My optic was still covered by my hair. There was a datapad on the huge desk that my living area was on. Suddenly it lit up and an audio message began to play.

Our Dearest Dawn,

Sweetspark, Ironhide and I are deeply sorry that we cannot be in the other dimension with you. When you were taken by Nemesis Prime and then sent away by Quintessa, we were sparkbroken to lose the only one who was the closest to being our sparkling. We wanted to be there with you, but only one bot can exist in a dimensional plane. Meaning two Ratchets would be dangerous. For the past ten years, Ironhide and I have done everything to make sure you are safe and healthy. Especially after you lost your original parental units. Within the pod, you will find gifts and the rest of your belongings from your family's old farmhouse. The sending of these items means that you will not be able to travel back to our dimension. But know that our love for you will never cease. As your foster parental units, we hope that you find a strong mate and save that Earth, like you have done here.

Love, Ratchet

Runt,

Show them Punk Ass Decepticons what it means to have the metals of Ironhide. Also, I've provided some upgrades to your ionic fusion cannon. Given 'em hell. Love ya.

-Ironhide

Silence....

"Dawn, I sincerely apologize for this news. We were going to try everything we could to get you home." Optimus apologized as I held onto my truck for support.

"There's no going home now. No getting to start a life on Cybertron... This is my home now." I was blinded by the energon tears that flowed down my face. Harsh sobs began to shake my body as I fell to my knees.

"You have our aid to find a home here in this dimension." Optimus knelt down and ran a digit along my back. A faint tingling sensation ran the length of my spine making me shudder.

"Can I.... Please be alone for a while?" I tried to clear my eyes, but more tears replaced the ones I removed.

"As you wish." the Prime nodded and rose to his peds. As I was left alone, I looked at the figurines of Ratchet and Ironhide and begged Primus for a way to go home. But interdimensional travel is practically magical. And of course would have some rules.