Summary: The first adventure. A young girl discovers the Decepticons and Autobots have more to do with her than she thinks… Crysta's POV.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, Transformers Prime or any of the characters! If I did then my OC wouldn't be an OC. If anyone else wants to write a fanfiction with Crysta, just ask (preferably via a review on this story).

WARNING: This fanfic contains AU, OOC-ness, and possibly a Mary-Sue (or two). Also, this warning will NOT be displayed again. If you don't read it, it's not my fault (most likely).

Hi, this is one of my first times writing a story… Constructive criticism or even reviews are welcome. So, without further ado, enjoy the fanfic ^.^ (or throw up, if I really do write that bad)

-LINE!-

Thoughts

"Speaking"

Emphasis

Supernatural Beings speaking

-ANOTHER LINE!-

How long had I been stuck here, in this place between worlds? To one world, it may have been a century. To another, it might only have been the blink of an eye. I had no memory of who I was, just hope that I could find my memory again.

I tried to find my past by going into other worlds. In this one, I was known as Crysta.

-mysterious LINE!

I was inside some kind of metal fortress. It was very dark and I had a feeling I shouldn't have been there. Crouching on a catwalk, I saw someone below me. Given the current surroundings, he was probably an enemy. I leapt down, but something made me freeze. I fell against something hard and a bright light consumed my vision.

I jolted awake and quickly opened my eyes. I'd been having those strange dreams for a month and they made no sense. By the way, my name is Crysta. I was what you would call an orphan, but I had foster parents who helped me out when I was younger. They still took care of me, but then I was more independent. And had to rush if I didn't want to be late for school.

I rushed to school, hoping I didn't miss class. Then sat through some classes I almost wished I missed. Before I knew it, the recess bell was ringing. I got on the swing like I usually did, but this time something was off. There was an odd car that looked like an ambulance parked near the playground. I knew it sounded crazy, but I felt like it was watching me. The end of recess bell rang, so I went back inside, casting a glance at that car. Soon, it was time to walk home. It seemed like a good idea to check on that weird car before I left. I walked around part of the school to the playground and saw it still parked there. With no one in it.

As I was staring at it, the car morphed into a giant robot, parts shifting. Its blue eyes glared at me but I wasn't afraid. Something was giving me the urge to tease it.

"Hi random giant probably alien robot! What should I call you?" I said cheerfully.

Watermelon Nose, the voice in my head suggested.

"Okay, Watermelon Nose—wait, what?" The robot now looked slightly confused and even angrier. One of his (I thought it was a he) arms turned into a sword. The voice in my head snickered.

"That's a big sword, but how are you going to hit tiny little me with it?" I asked. For me it would have been like trying to stab an ant with a needle. A very big needle.

"Don't act so innocent after all you have done!" the robot growled. "You betrayed the Autobots." Autobots? The name seemed familiar, but I didn't quite recognize it. While I was lost in thought trying to remember, the robot, which may have been an Autobot, tried to stab me. Luckily, I managed to sidestep and the supposed Autobot got his blade stuck deep in the ground.

I took the opportunity to look more closely and realized the robot had some sort of symbol on his chest. Maybe an emblem of his faction? I heard a faint humming noise. A quick look around and I found the source a bird hovering above a nearby tree. A closer look and review of logic, and I realized it wasn't a bird. Most birds can't hover, only one makes a humming noise (hummingbird, duh), and none were that large or made of metal (barring robot pterodactyl-hummingbirds). Something about the purple coloration made me feel like it was friendly, but with the current situation it was hard to tell.

Who are you, and why do you have the Autobot medical officer after you? Said another voice in my head, different from the last one. It seemed like this voice was being beamed into my head from the direction of the not-bird.

I don't know. I thought back. Can you get me out of here and tell me what's going on? Then, I heard a noise as the Autobot managed to pull his hand-sword-thingy out of the ground and pointed it at me again.

"If you don't come with me, I have to make you," he growled. I saw other cars (three cars, one truck, and a motorcycle to be exact) approaching. Reinforcements.

Whoever you are, could you GET ME THE HECK OUT OF HERE?! I mentally yelled. The not-bird stopped hovering and headed straight for me. I got what it was going to do and tensed my legs.

"Bye Watermelon Nose! Have fun with your giant alien friends!" I called before jumping and landing on the not-bird as it swooped under me.

"So, where are you taking me and why were those robots after me?" I asked.

I don't know for certain, my orders were to find the source of Crysta's spark energy and bring it back to the Decepticons. She herself went offline before we even came here, but her spark readings were picked up.

"Sooo, I might be the holder of some kind of spark thing that can revive one of your faction's people. Is this the time to bring up my déjà vu at all this?" Really, I was finding something about all of this familiar, like how I knew a spark was the life energy of one of these robots.

"So I'm going with you to the base of these Decepticons? Is it cool?"

I don't know what you think of as "cool", but it's a ship called the Nemesis. And now that I think of it, we should be getting close. My name's Laserbeak, by the way.

OK. I was going to arrive at a base of giant alien robots. Which may try to kill me, judging on the last encounter. Also, I might have been the reincarnation of this Crysta person. I was riding on a robot bird bat thing. I hoped this wouldn't include too much more strange stuff.