Transformers: Prime, Transformers: Animated, and any other franchises, Transformers or otherwise, do not belong to me. If you do not like crossovers, AU's, or anything related to transformers and real-life references, then why are you still here?

This story is a crossover between Transformers: Prime and Transformers: Animated, and, as such, features characters, places, objects, and ideas from each series. There will be differences, so be warned.

It was an average day in Jasper, Nevada, and Jack Darby was unhappily working at the local 'KO Burger'. He was saving up for a motorcycle, but had to constantly remind himself of that fact due to the monotony and unpleasant customers that frequented the establishment. He was doing drive-through duty at that moment, and was listening to the current customer's order.

"Welcome to KO Drive-In, where every patty is a knock-out. May I take your order?" asked Jack.

"Uh… two super-combos, extra fries…" the customer replied.

"Okay, a dos numeros twos. Anything else?"

"Yeah, some advice… how do I get an awesome job like yours?" Jack could hear other teens laughing along with the jerk who ordered.

"So that's two 'we're not as funny as we think we are' combos with a side of 'bite me!'" Jack shot back.

"What did you say?" the customer demanded.

"Five Fifty-Nine, sir. At the window." Jack growled into the microphone. The customer drove up to the window, laughed along with his buddies, snagged the food, and drove off.

"Hey, I have to pay for that!" Jack exclaimed. He then heard the buzz of another customer wanting to order and collected himself, repeating the fast-food joint's catchphrase. A heavy Indian accent replied:

"I would like one hamburger with a small soda and a… 'super combo', extra-large." The said the man.

"Okay then, one diet pack and a big eater. Please come up to the window; that'll be Three Ninety-Five."

The two-way radio stopped, and Jack prepared the new customer's food. He made sure not to put the bags on the windowsill.

"Hello there young man, you seem troubled. Is there something wrong, perhaps?" the man who ordered said as he pulled in front of the window. Jack looked at him and noticed he was Indian Man with greying hair and simple clothes; Jack decided that it could do no harm and explained about the dine-and-dashers who came just before the customer. The man's look softened and he handed jack twenty dollars.

"Hey, this is way more than what you owe," said Jack.

"I know, and this is likely more than my order and the order of the rapscallions you told me about combined, but you look like you need the money more than I do. If you need something repaired, simply look for 'Sumdac Auto Shop'; it's over on Third Street, and we live above it. If something you own is broken by another, I will fix it for free" said Mister Sumdac, "I also think that you would like to meet my daughter. She is around your age and we just moved here, so she could use a friend."

"Thank you, mister Sumdac, I appreciate the offer; Is it okay if I drop by your shop tomorrow afternoon? I have the day off," replied Jack. Mister Sumdac assured him that tomorrow at noon would be fine and drove off, but not before leaving another five-dollar bill on the counter. Jack was left feeling much happier than before, and didn't even notice the blue motorcycle parked nearby when leaving for the day.

"Sari, I am home! I brought some dinner, as well; the local fast food restaurant looked appetizing, so I hope you're in the mood for burgers," exclaimed Isaac Sumdac. A teenage girl, perhaps sixteen, bounded out of the other room, her brown eyes sparkling, her tiny red pigtails bobbing, and her short orange dress fluttering around her as she ran.

"Dad, what took so long? There's no food in the house and it's nearly seven-thirty!" Sari exclaimed, shaking her much shorter father. Isaac attempted to placate his daughter with promises of grocery shopping and food, but she refused to calm down until he placed a bag in her hands. She hugged him, thanked him for the food, and rushed off to set the table; Sari had taken to preparing dinner, mostly because Isaac couldn't cook and Sari didn't want take-out every night.

As the pair sat down to eat, Isaac began to talk about the boy he had met, and, more specifically, his promise. Sari shook her head at the tale, slightly disappointed by her father's generosity towards strangers, though not surprised in the least. The rest of the meal was silent, the two desiring quiet bellies more than conversation. Once they finished eating, both father and daughter went off to do their chores; Isaac cleaned the workshop below their house in preparation for customers and Sari cleaned the house, paying special care to the living room, the bathrooms, and her bedroom. As the evening winded down, Sari eventually retired to her bed, her father staying up to watch his favorite show.

An hour after Sari fell asleep, the phone rang; Isaac picked it up, knowing who was on the other end.

"Hello, Agent Fowler; what can I help you with?" said Isaac.

"I just wanted to check up on you, make sure nothing was wrong. How's Sari handling the move?"

"As well as one would expect; she's perfectly happy, save for the lack of food in the cupboard. I must ask, why did you want us to move to such a small town?"

"As you know, I'm the liaison between Sari's… maternal ethnicity and our government; I happen to be stationed not far from you, in order to keep a closer eye on them."

"Ah, I see. When are we meeting?"

"Tomorrow afternoon; the 'cons are back, so it needs to happen ASAP."

Isaac tried to protest, but he was too late; Agent Fowler had hung up, and would not appreciate Isaac calling back. The tinkerer sighed in resignation and prepared a note for the boy he invited.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter; I was inspired to edit and release this story, having written the first chapter a while back.

Please review, it inspires me to keep writing.