Chapter 1: Meeting the Autobots

"No, you dumbaft, I don't want anything to do with Starscream!" I said. "I just said he looks a lot better in Prime than any other continuity."

"Admit it, you like Prime Starscream," my brother said, clearly trying to egg me on.

He liked the 'Cons, but I didn't. I was an Autobot all the way. As shown by our necklaces. He wore a Decepticon insignia some times and I always had my Autobot insignia on.

"No I do not like that slaggin' 'Con," I said. "I don't like any 'Con! Get that through your thick idiotic skull. I'm an Autobot and I do not fraternize with the enemy."

"Oh, that's right, cause you like that stupid Autobot Ratchet," my brother said, grinning at my furious expression.

"Ratchet is not stupid!" I said, pointing a finger at my brother before storming off before the fight could go any further.

I sighed and went out for a walk, putting my hands in my pockets and headed for the park. When I reached the park, I found my favorite tree to climb and climbed it. I sighed and looked out at the lake, focusing only the little bit needed to stay balanced on my precarious perch. I wrapped my hand around my Autobot insignia necklace and sighed again, thinking of my brother.

Supposedly, we got along great at one point in time and I had been beginning to believe that recently. But it was so long ago and I was so young, that I don't remember it. We were the opposite in almost every way. He always went for the bad guys in shows and games, unless the good guy was a female and was 'hot'. I always leaned toward the good guys, though occasionally there'd be a bad guy or two I would try to convert. Our latest argument was no example of it, but it was an example of my observance of how Decepticons usually are butt ugly and in Prime some actually look kinda cool.

The reason I had started to believe we had once gotten along so well, was because we had developed a tentative semi-good relationship over the past month or month and a half. He hadn't been rude or mean to me for the whole time since I had moved back home. But then our mom had returned from vacation. The way he treated her, I couldn't keep our tentative relationship afloat when I confronted him about it and he turned hostile. It seems he has not changed as much as I had thought.

I sighed again, leaning back against the tree trunk and falling asleep, unaware of the faint glowing of my Autobot insignia.

~Third Person POV~

"Why are we here, Prime?" the Autobot medic, Ratchet, asked his leader.

Optimus' holoform appeared next to his alt mode, on the side where the humans wouldn't see it appear out of nowhere. He walked around his alt form as Ratchet activated his own.

"Perhaps more human contact will let you see the good in the humans better," Optimus said.

Ratchet scoffed. "It's not like meeting other humans will make me like the children more," he said.

"I'm not speaking of the children, Ratchet," Optimus said.

"Ow!"

The two Autobots looked over at the sound. Only to see a girl sitting on the ground under a tree, rubbing her head and arm with an expression of pain.

"Ugh, note to self, don't fall asleep in trees," she murmured to herself as the two bots approached.

Ratchet immediately noticed the Autobot insignia hanging around the girl's neck. He didn't know whether to be wary, thankful it wasn't a Decepticon insignia, or worried about the girl's safety. If the Decepticons saw it, she could very well die at their servos.

"Optimus," he said.

"I see it, Ratchet," Optimus said. He moved closer to the girl and bent down to the girl. "Excuse me, do you need help?"

"Nah, I'm fine," she said, standing up and brushing off. "I've gotten worse from my brother."

"Your brother's done worse to you?" Ratchet asked as Optimus stood.

The girl nodded. "We...don't exactly see eye to eye," she said as she wrapped her hand around her Autobot insignia. Ratchet noted how it seemed unconscious.

"Excuse me if I am wrong, but is that an..." Optimus started, but was cut off.

"An Autobot insignia? Yes," she said. "I've been a fan of the show for, well, nearly all my life. I've always been a fan of the 'Bots. My brother, not so much." She shook her head, looking sad.

"Show?" Ratchet asked.

"Yeah, you know? Transformers?" she said, tilting her head at their confused looks. "Come on, you know what Autobots are, but not Transformers?" Then she looked over their shoulders at their alt form and her eyes widened. "Uh, that answers that. Uh..." Now she looked nervous and avoided looking at them.

Optimus sighed. "I believe you should come with us," he said.

She didn't answer. Ratchet was beginning to worry.

"It's for your own safety," Ratchet said. "If the Decepticons see you with our insignia, they won't hesitate to kill you."

"I know that," she said. "It's just hard to take in. One moment I'm in a tree sulking about my latest argument with my brother and the next I'm in the Transformers universe and Autobots and Decepticons are real."

She started walking toward their alt forms with their holoforms walking beside her. She didn't seem all too happy.

"You will be riding with Ratchet," Optimus said, shocking the medic.

"But Optimus!" Ratchet began to protest.

"I have something I need to check out," he said, leaving no room for argument. "Take her back to base and see what you can do for her."

"Right," Ratchet said. "Well, come on then."

Ratchet opened his door for her to climb in and she did, but not without glancing at Optimus for a brief moment.

~Amelia's POV~

It was really comfortable sitting inside Ratchet. I had always dreamed about the Autobots being real and hanging with the Autobots. And now I find myself in the universe of the latest continuity of Transformers: Prime. I didn't know whether to be happy or scared.

"You're quiet for a youngling," Ratchet commented as he drove. "Something on your mind?"

"I'm an adult, fyi," I said. "Though just barely. And...there's always something on my mind."

"Pfft, how old are you? Twelve?" Ratchet asked.

"No, I'm nineteen," I said. "I will be twenty come January. I am just short and young looking. It sucks sometimes."

"So," Ratchet said. "This 'Transformers' is about us?"

"Hmm," I said. "There are different continuities though. There's a lot. It appears I've fallen into the Prime continuity. Which is fine by me, sorta, it's one of my three favorite continuities."

"What do you mean by 'sorta'?" Ratchet asked.

"Well, it's not like I'm looking forward to Decepticon encounters," I said. "I mean, back home I would talk with my fellow Transfan about how we'd kick the 'Con's afts, but actually facing down a 'Con? I don't think I'm ready for that, though I am the kind of idiot who would try anyway if it came down to it."

"No one is ever ready when they first face down a 'Con," Ratchet said. "But you leave that to us."

"Hmm," I said before yawning.

"You should get some sleep once we get there," Ratchet said.

I didn't respond, only nodded in compliance. I wouldn't pass up an opportunity to rest, even if it probably wouldn't be very restful.

"What is your name, young one?" Ratchet asked.

I yawned again. "Amelia," I said.

It wasn't that long before we arrived at the Autobot base. It looked exactly like in the show and as soon as I got out, Ratchet transformed and picked me up. He carried me over to where the video games were set up.

"You'll have to sleep on the couch today, until we get a room set up for you," he said.

"Hmm, better than a tree," I said, climbing out of his hand onto the raised platform. "I can't fall out and hurt myself."

I felt a tingling sensation and knew he must've taken a scan of me. He disappeared a moment and came back with bandages and what I guessed was an anti-bacterial thing. He took my scrapped arm in a finger, applied the stuff, which stung and caused me to flinch, and then carefully wrapped it. Then he offered me something for the pain in my head.

"Meh, I don't usually take pain pills for anything," I said. "But sleeping with a hurting head was never a good idea in the past." I sighed and accepted the pill. It wasn't long before I was fast asleep on the couch.

~Third Person POV~

Ratchet watched as the girl fell into a peaceful sleep. He had injected the pain pill with a sedative to make sure she got her rest. He believed that they shouldn't be helping the humans, but that didn't mean he wouldn't when Prime wanted to. Not to mention that it was his job as a medic to see to the wounded. Not only did the girl need protection but his scans showed that her body was near to exhaustion, which told him she didn't usually sleep well, hence the sedative.

"Hey, Ratchet! We're here for our afternoon hang out!"

"Hmph," Ratchet responded as he turned toward the other Autobots and the three children under their protection already. "Just don't make too much noise."

"Who's this?" Bulkhead asked, having walked over to the game area with the human children and Bumblebee.

"Her name is Amelia," Ratchet said. "She'll be staying with us until I can find a way to send her home."

"Hey she's got your symbol around her neck!" Miko said. "What do you mean by 'send her home'? Wouldn't the 'Cons get her?"

"Quiet down, she needs rest," Ratchet said, shooing the overactive girl away from the sleeping form. "She is not from this world. If she goes home, she won't have to worry about things from this world."

"You mean like, an alternate dimension?" Raf asked.

"I'm guessing," Ratchet said.

"Cool!" Miko said.

"But what happens if you can't send her home?" Arcee asked.

Ratchet sighed. "Then, I'm afraid she may get caught up in our fight as these children have," he said.

Everyone looked at the sleeping girl as she rolled over and mumbled something about 'stinkin Cons go jump off a cliff'. This caused a few of them to look at her worriedly, a few to snicker and Miko to comment on how she might not argue about getting caught up in it.