I find it truly disturbing, ironic and fitting that the car enthusiast was the one to die in a car accident.

Okay, maybe I should have been going a little slower around that corner. Maybe, I should have let my Mum drive the van like she asked after we got the call my cousin had her baby.

I was excited and I wasn't paying attention to the slush on the road. I knew better, I'd been on that road a hundred times. Maybe not the driver but I knew the road.

"Are you gonna ponder the past for so long?" A distinct voice asked as I looked over the images before me as I stood on the stone cliff overlooking a beautiful view of the ocean.

"Not for much longer. Let a girl have her regret once and a while." I said with a huff as the key around my neck glowed a bright orange. The world around me started to go fuzzy but I ignored it to look at the images I'd been fighting to keep cemented in my memory.

"You humans are weird." The voice said again and I ignored the childlike irritation flowing through me, irritation that didn't belong to me.

"So you've said so many times, Primus." I rolled my eyes turning to face the Cybertronian deity behind me. When I was younger, I had imagined Primus to be an older Cybertronian and respectable mech like Alpha Trion. I had never once believed that Primus would act like a mischievous sparkling, fond of hiding as a human to observe us while having the attention span of a super charged border collie puppy.

My world was shattered by meeting this mech.

"You'll be back right?" There it was, the childish tone of mech I'd had different expectations of. I'd watched Transformers since I was a babe, now I was looking at a mech I'd thought would have been more grown up than the Terror Twins of the Autobots.

"You know I will, I don't really have much of a choice." The large silver Cybertronian looked at me with a small frown before he poked me in the side. I yelped, jumping as he poked me right where I was ticklish.

"I said I was sorry."

I looked at him flatly. "You reincarnated me into a baby, I have a right to be mad."

"Femmes are the same on either planet." He huffed, pouting as he took a seat. I was still craning my neck to look up at him.

"Giant aft sparkling," I growled as the world around me got fuzzier. "I'll be back in a couple days. Stay out of trouble Primus."

I didn't get a chance to see or hear the mechs reply as the cliff and ocean completely disappeared. I opened my eyes to find myself lying in someone's arms. I yawned tiredly, looking up once more at the man who was holding me in awe.

If I'm going mad, so be it. I thought before lifting one of my weak little arms up and patting the mans face, gurgling in baby speech to wake up the man who was sleeping.

He blinked awake slowly and I made more noises. He woke up faster looking at me and I just smiled at him brightly.

"Good morning sweet little girl." The man cooed and I just giggled as he tickled me.

"Is she awake Seymour?" An older female voice called before the door across the nursery opened, revealing an older woman in her.

"Yes Mother." One Seymour Simmons said, looking up at his mother disgruntle. "Emmie Bear is up and as smiley as ever."

Looking down at me Seymour tickled me again before Grandma Tova picked me up. "Go sleep sweet heart, I'll take care of Emmie."

"I can feed her!" He protested only to get shoved out the door. Tova chuckled when I started giggling again.

"Come on sweet heart, let's get you some breakfast. You're uncles got that big interview today and he needs to sleep." She said with a wink as she went down the hall towards the kitchen.

Right, Sector Seven. Forgot he had that today. Damn you Primus.

"You love me."

Get the frag out of my head. I thought sourly as we entered the kitchen and Grandma Tova put me in the highchair.

"Every little girl needs a good breakfast before she starts a big day." She said before pulling out a jar of baby food. My eyes widened in horror.

I FRAGGIN' HATE YOU PRIMUS!

"…Slag."

I looked around the school yard hesitantly. Unsure of what I was supposed to do. I was a sixteen year old in a five year old body. Or was I should I add on the extra two five years and make myself twenty one? I don't know.

All I knew was I was surrounded by kindergartners.

"Grandma... Can we please go home." I urged with a whisper hiding behind her legs as she stood talking to my new teacher. The tall blonde and brown eyed woman in her later thirties was reassuring Grandma that I'd be fine.

"Emmie..." She sighed, crouching down to my level. "You have to go to school."

I shook my head before ducking back behind Grandma Tova's legs. Five years since I was dropped into this world. Five years of dealing with Seymour Simmons and Primus, and I was still not prepared to once again enter the school system. I had to keep my older mind set hidden and it wasn't easy, though I think Grandma knew I was smarter than I let on.

Not to mention, I didn't like the looks of the teacher. She was creeping me out. That goody goody teacher thing was fine when I was young in mind, now I was not happy.

"You're names Emmie?" The teacher cooed, crouching down to my level and I saw Grandma's expression change slightly. Unsure of why she looked amused I returned my eyes to the teacher. "I don't believe we've been introduced Emmie, my names Miss Louis. Don't you want to have a cool job like you're daddy?"

My eye was twitching as I straightened my back and looked her right in the eye with a frown. "I know Miss Louis, and my name is Emily. E-M-I-L-Y. Only Grandma and Uncle may call me Emmie."

Shy Emmie was gone and the teacher knew that. Grandma looked smug.

"I also don't have a 'Daddy'." I quoted, my frown increasing as I looked at the woman, Grandma looked saddened slightly, but still smug.

"That's not a very nice way to talk to your teacher Emily." Grandma abolished with a wink. The teacher didn't even see the message Grandma sent me. 'Give it to her girl.'

No wonder Seymour was a little nuts. Grandma was telling me to give hell to my teacher. Wonderful.

"I like you're grand-creator." I didn't even bother to answer the annoying god. I was still mad I had to go through puberty again.

"EMILY!" I looked up from where I was practicing my writing to look at Miss Louis who was panting in the doorway of the classroom. I saw the other kids flinch but I ignored them.

Covered in glitter glue was our teacher who had done as Primus had predicted. She walked into the Staff room to go get her smokes as her usual routine every two hours, but fell into Primus's trap.

Not even a month into school and I may have helped the mischievous deity but it was because Louis had it coming. She went from coddling students to growling at me like a dog. It's been happening since the first day where I corrected her. Goody goody Louis couldn't stand a child who stood up and said no to the childish behavior.

"Yes Miss Louis?" I asked politely, my poker face in place. Yes, Uncle Seymour taught me and he taught me to the best of his abilities. I could't beat him, my deck was always the unlucky one, but I did had a better poker face.

"You- You!' She growled before grabbing my arm a little too roughly and hauling me to my feet. I didn't bother hiding the whimper as she lead me out of the classroom and down the haul.

"She has no proof on you kiddo. I'll make sure of it." Like that I felt the gods presence in my head disappeared and I had a feeling the security camera's would be malfunctioning again.

"I've had enough of you're antics!" She growled as we got closer to the office. I just rolled my eyes from behind her. I wanted t argue with her but it was no use. She blamed me for everything. Like her keys being locked in her car (Primus). She also blamed me for the broken TV the day we'd been watching a movie (Okay maybe I'd wanted Barney to end and Primus was glad to help me). I did put pins on her seat though not that she caught me.

"Ah Miss L- Louis drop that girl right now!" The secretary, Mrs. Hall, said in horror as she saw my pained face slowly being stained with tears. Oh yes, I'd been learning. I was the silent shy one to everybody and no one believed Miss Louis that I was a trouble maker. Within seconds I was released and being picked up by the old secretary who was wiping away my tears.

"Oh Emily, are you okay?" She asked, patting my head gently before putting me in her seat. I was very tempted to play with the computer but refrained.

I nodded at Mrs. Hall, not bothering to answer. If it wasn't for me talking with Grandma or Uncle Seymour the whole school would think I was a mute.

"Miss Louis, I would like to have a word with you." Mrs. Hall said in a rather scary tone, leading the blonde out of the room.

"Well that went well." Primus said as he returned.

I'd say so. Though the glitter in her hair was prefect. I smirked.

"You look very fragging creepy sitting there smirking." The god said as his ghost form appeared standing in the door frame to look in where Mrs. Hall and Miss Louis had disappeared. After a minute he cringed. "And I thought Ratchet and Ironhide were cranky old clunkers at times. This femme tops them."

I rolled my eyes before pulling the sleeves of my uniform down a little and wiping the last of the tears away.

"Slag, I think this femme could be Ratchet's grand-creator with her language!" Primus laughed before poofing out of existence when Mrs. Hall walked through him with Louis right on her heels looking pissed off but reserved. Milder Megatron and Starscream anyone?

"I'm calling you're uncle Emily. You can wait in here for him okay?" Mrs. Hall smiled kindly, and I was reminded of my mother, the one from my first life. According to Primus, she survived the car accident.

I nodded before looking at Miss Louis. I wonder...

"You scarred that femme."

"She slagging deserved it. Besides, you said I looked creepy! You didn't tell me I looked like Megatron!"

"...I don't know what you're talking about."

I looked at Uncle Seymour with a small frown as we sat in the kitchen above the deli.

"We're moving?" I asked, perplexed. We were leaving New York and heading to Nevada? I wouldn't survive the heat. I was gonna die!

"Allspark here we come!" Primus cheered.

"Yes," Seymour said hesitantly. Uncle seemed to think I had friends here. Grandma rolled here eyes from where she was washing the dishes. "My boss wanted me to go work there, and I can understand if you want to stay here with Grandma so I w-"

"When are we going?" I asked excitedly and Seymour looked over at me in shock. Grandma chuckled.

"For a Secret Agent you've obviously missed something." She said, before blowing the bubbles from the sink at me. I squealed, bolting from the room as the bubbles touched me.

"GRANDMA!"

Dreamer: This is one has been rolling in my head and I couldn't keep it in anymore. I'll be posting more, when, I have no fragging clue.

Primus: She's weird.

Dreamer: *Eye twitches*

Primus: And that's my cue. Lat- EEEEHHH!

Dreamer: *Ties up Primus and hangs him over a smelting pit* My story fragger. Stay out. Anyways-

Emily: Review, Favorite and Follow for more on Memory is Key!

Dreamer: *Starts turning red* GET OUT OF MY ROOM! *Chases after Emily*

Primus: ...If this is her room... Why is there a smelting pit?