Just a note ~ Okay, I feel like a huge nerd, but I feel the spirit and flow of the writing just dying to escape, and it needs to go somewhere other than my pre-al. notebook. ; So thus, this story was born! Hazaa!

Roxy, most of the characters from 'the past', and Hazarai © Me

Ratchet, Sari, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Prowl, and various other characters from the 'future' © Hasbro

Please enjoy, and remember to R&&R!

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Transformers: Turning Back Time

Prologue :: The Tables Turn…

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"You're going down!" A voice echoed throughout the large, empty, yet somehow welcoming walls of the abandoned warehouse. None the less, it's origin could be found in the midst of an oversized green sofa, that seemed to be situated perfectly in front of a television. Wires protruded from a gaming device, and the other end was a controller, held in the hands of a large, yellow robot, and a smaller teenaged girl.

"In your dreams, Bumble-butt!" She taunted affectionately. It was obvious to most anyone that the two beings were in fact, as close as siblings were. However, it was equally as obvious that they were not. Their loving sisterly-brotherly bond had been easily weakened when the girl became a teenager. By upgrading her own circuitry, she had gone haywire and caused damage that accompanied mayhem all across the city of Detroit, and in the process had unwillingly stabbed her best friend; the tall yellow and black colored Autobot that went by the name of 'Bumblebee'.

Of course, free time seems to always be interrupted, and such was the case as the leader and commander of the Earth-bound Autobot team entered the room. He was a large being; no smaller than one of the three story apartments that lined the streets of the uptown areas, carried a large energy axe as a weapon, and had a stern but caring look about him. "Bumblebee, let's go. There's some trouble downtown." He said curtly. It was definite by his tone that he was in one of his rarely-occurring horrendous moods, but 'Bee was too preoccupied to notice.

"Gimme a minute, Boss 'Bot. I'm just about to beat Sari." He replied; mind roaming around as the television screen showed a car zooming over a paved intersection, and across the divided screen, another one zipped close behind.

"Heh, whatever!" Sari called out in irritation as her side of the screen suddenly accelerated and whipped past the yellow and black car that represented the similar Autobot. But the leader's patience was running thin, and so he politely stepped in front of the monitor. An electronic 'Game Over' resounded from the stereos, and a soon disgruntled Bumblebee stared up into the eyes of his commander, Optimus Prime.

"What was that for?!" He screeched. "I was actually winning that time!" As if coming to his rescue, two more team members entered the room. Ratchet, an Autobot that used an Ambulance to blend into the human's world, and Bulkhead, an abnormally large and wide Autobot that was disguised as an FBI vehicle. The older Ratchet stopped just behind Bumblebee and looked down at him.

"Son, if there's one thing I learned in the wars, it's to not disobey your commander. Now I'd advise you to move before you end up with more than a servo in the scrap-heap." He stated the last bit coldly; referring to a previous account between the two.

"You know what? You take things too seriously. What you need to do is learn to live a little bit more." He stated before getting up and retreating to stand by Bulkhead. "What a grump." He mumbled complainingly to the much larger creature beside him.

"I heard that!" Ratchet growled menacingly as Sari snickered on the couch. Raising his hand to his forehead, Optimus moaned.

"Let's go before this processor-ache of mine gets any worse, shall we?" With that he swiftly turned to leave, as a reluctant Bumblebee stood from his position on the couch. Not wanting to leave his friend so suddenly, the 'younger' 'bot gave a pleading look to Prime.

"Can Sari come?" He asked, bright blue optics resembling that of a small puppy, with a pout to match. The leader didn't even bother to look.

"No. From what I hear, it'll be pretty dangerous. I know you can hold your own, Sari, but still." The teenager nodded her head in agreement.

"It's okay. I couldn't come if I wanted to- Dad's taking me to softball practice today. But I'm sure you guys 'ill do fine without me." She gave a big grin, then turned to the other exit. "Bye!" She called out as she slipped out the door on long, fast legs. Bumblebee watched his friend leave with an endearing sulk emblazed on his face, but his mood brightened as they neared the scene where the trouble was occurring…

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As they arrived, a large…well, something, was standing on top of another large building; more likely to be known as the Sumdac Tower, which also housed the home of Sari and her father along with their various robotics, experiments and such. The creature was sleek, round, and semi cat-like; green eyes flashed from one thing to another in fear and confusion, and it's long, shiny tail lashed back and forth with grace accompanied by a slight sense of fury. It's pelt was metallic with bright green lines running through it in random circular and rectangular patterns that were glowing, quite intensely.

"What the slag is that?!" 'Bee screeched just as Optimus opened his mouth to speak. Grumbling to cover up his aggravation, the leader paused before beginning to converse.

"I have no idea…is it just me or does it look slightly robotic?" Transforming from vehicle to robot mode, the others soon followed. He hesitantly pulled his axe from its carrier, but kept it out of sight. If this creature really was robotic and had intelligence such as theirs, it would be hazardous to make it angry; foolish as well.

"I don't know, but I wouldn't want to mess with it on one of its bad days…" Bulkhead trailed off, trying to incorporate a bit of humor into the situation such as his friend Bumblebee would. Ratchet cast a pleading look, and the Autobot shied away a few steps, rubbing his neck awkwardly. "Just saying." Police cars lined the scene and various authorities were trying to shoo back on-lookers; several fire-engines and ambulances stood over to the side, their drivers holding a hand above their eyes to get a good look at the creature that managed to cause all of the mayhem. Hushed whispers and shrieks of civilians rained through the chaos, making it difficult to even hear one's own thinking.

Suddenly, whispers and shrieks turned into horrified screams, filling the air with shrill and purified terror as the beast charged off the side of the building, flipping once in the air before landing on the asphalt and sending the ground trembling. It whipped around as it saw officers advance, and with a blink of its eye, it sent all of them, including the Autobots, hurtling backwards with the force of an energy field. As the light green haze fleeted, the aftermath sufficed: cars and trucks lay either on their backs or sides, people were strewn through the streets moaning and groaning, windows were shattered sending glass flying through the air, and some bricks from buildings lay crushed and far away from their original places.

"It certainly knows how to pack a punch," Ratchet grumbled as he sat up while rubbing his side in pain. The creature, seeming satisfied at it's work, carefully stumbled around through the mess it had caused. Quickly, it lunged toward the four of them, stopping just before them. It looked down, eyes suddenly softened in sympathy, and Optimus kept its gaze, still wary and still clutching the axe he had managed to keep in his possession during the slight eruption. A sudden cry whipped through the still and eerily quiet air, rippling through the saddening scene as a bright flash of yellow and black charged toward the silver being. However, just as the metal of 'Bee's stingers connected with the body of the creature, he was still; frozen.

The creature's gaze turned to him now; Optimus' face a mix of terror, frustration, and confusion. How was it possible that this creature was so unearthly, yet so human? 'Bee slowly lowered to the ground, still frozen for a minute, and unmoving.

"Bumblebee?" Bulkhead asked concernedly to his friend. Prime's face flashed anger, a swell of emotions stirred within his metal shell, tearing at his spark chamber.

"What are you, and what have you done to him?" He asked, sharp impatience shining through his words just as much as the metal of the creature flashed before them. Without moving its mouth, the a voice resounded through the city- loud, feminine, and emanating from the beast in front of them.

"I am Hazarai, representative of the planet of Nitron. I have been searching for you for fifty-two solar cycles, and have been traveling far from my home planet." She nodded, eyes dimming a bit, then glowing brighter. "And your friend is fine, I have just frozen him, that's all."

"Nitron…? What are you talking about?" Ratchet snapped in reply. "There's no such planet as that I have heard of." The Hazarai chuckled quietly, closing her eyes.

"There is no time to go into specifics," She paused and squinted at the red and white Autobot, seeming to see through him rather than look at him. "Ratchet." She finally stated. "There isn't much time; I need the four of you to rescue a brave warrior of our planet, Rashkai. She'll know what to do."

"And what if we don't?" Prime retorted, somewhat dumbfounded that she knew Ratchet's name, as was Ratchet. She looked to her paws, then looked back.

"Then your planet will befell the same fate as ours. Optimus, you must believe me." She said slowly, interlocking her eyes with his. "Go retrieve Rashkai; save her from the doom she suffered previously, and she will deliver both of our planets from the darkness that is coming." Bulkhead's eyes widened.

"Wait; the doom she suffered previously? As in she's already dead? Is it even possible to save someone that's joined the well of all sparks?!" He asked, clasping his hands together in thought.

"She is dead, now, yes. But you must save her from the way she died previously." Hazarai seemed to be running low on patience. "Now hurry." Taking another step towards them, she seemed to melt away, as did the rest of the world; and suddenly they were falling through midair.

And that's where I come in.