N/A: I don't any of the characters they belong to Hasbro. This is a non-beta story and an adaption of FelinaTheDevil22's Story Rebirth that I have been given permission to write. (If you read the original, don't expect them to be exactly the same as I am making a few changes to the plot and dialog.)

Chapter 2: Building a Base

The drive to the scrapyard was peaceful, as Optimus and Ratchet filled him in on the latest news.

"So, these 'Creators' were really, a Quintesson called Quintessa, one of a race of techno-organics created by one of the original thriteen and was serving Unicron?" Sam asked in confirmation, with a million thoughts swirling through his head after hearing about all that's happen to Optimus and Ratchet's death kill Sam a little, but refused to let it put him down as Ratchet has back and alive, and Optimus was safe.

"Yes" Optimus replied in confirmation. Although, the news about Ratchet and Lockdown having a violent history irked Sam, and made him wonder what had happened.

Shaking his head, he looked out the window and realised they were at their intended destination. Hopping out of Optimus' cab, Sam looked the two that holo-forms that appeared either side of him.

Optimus' holo-form stand at a good tall 7ft, his muscular and well-toned figure evident through his dark blue skinny jeans and grey shirt, which was covered by a black leather jacket with flames on the end of the sleeves and a pair of dark blue converse that looked to have constellations on them, on his feet. He looked to be in his late-twenties/early-thirties, and had black hair with Cyan tips styled like Tony stark at the end of Ironman 3, with light stubble and bright blue eyes.

Ratchet was half-a-foot shorter than Optimus standing at 6'5, and looked to be in his late forties judging by the grey in his dark brown hair; his eyes were also the same cyan blue colour as Optimus'. Ratchet wore a simple blue button up shirt with black pants, a white medical jacket and a pair of black combat boots.

"Well" Sam said cheerfully "Let's get started, shall we?"

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It took a few trips to get enough metal, and by the time they had gotten back from the last trip, it was lunch. After taking a break and grabbing something to eat, Sam and the bots began building, using the blue prints that Ratchet had created as a guide.

It took all night to get it done, and Sam had told Mrs Darby (Jack's mother) when she rang that he was staying the night at base. It wasn't really a lie, so Sam didn't actually feel that guilty.

While the Dinobots slept Ratchet continued to tinker with Optimus helping him. Knowing he would only get in the way, Sam walked to the entrance of the cave, sitting cross-legged. It would take a few more days before the base was big enough to walk around in easier, but for now it was large enough to let them all sleep.

He was drawn out of his thoughts when a familiar voice said 'Well if it isn't our little prime'

Sam snorted, taking the now glowing Matrix of Leadership out of his pocket. Optimus had given it to him temporally, saying that the teen needed to "Catch up with his fellow brothers and sister".

Holding it in both hands, he rested them on his lap as he leaned against the metallic entrance, eyes closing as he took a deep breath and focused on the gentle humming emanating from the Matrix.

And Soon enough he was Drawn into the Matrix's world.

Blinking Sam looked up, smiling when he saw twelve familiar bots.

The first one he noticed was prima, the first Matrix-bearer and the first to be born on Cybertron, making him the leader. The way his white armour was designed made him look like a prince (Which technically all the primes are princes/princesses of Cybertron). Out of all of them, he was the wisest, but could be a bit of a problem since he was convinced that he is almost always right. With the Star Saber held proudly in his one of his servos.

The second was Vector Prime, a gold and emerald mech with a white beard, who was the guardian of space and time. He was the serious one, and considered the balance of order and chaos in the universe.

Alpha Trion who was stood next to Prima, and was Optimus' mentor for a period of time, was the third Prime. His armour was purple and red. He had the ability to record history, predict the future and change the universe itself with the help of his Quill and the Covenant of Primus.

The fourth Prime is Solus Prime, a purple and silver femme known as 'The Inventor', and was the first femme ever created. She was intelligent with a supportive personality, however though she had temper. Grasped in bot h her servos, was the Forge of Solus Prime with the head of said forge touching the ground.

Micronus Prime, a teal and white min-con, who was the first of many, was the fifth. He was the conscience and moral centre of the Thirteen. Since he had boundless reserves of energy along with a clever and quick-witted mind it allowed Micronus to predict what his brothers and sister will do before they even know. However, he had a tendency to be quite grouchy.

Alchemist Prime, a slightly hunched grey mech, was the sixth Prime to be created. His lenses which were permanently stuck on his optics allowed him to see both the physical and spiritual cycles of Universe in equal measures. Alchemist was both intelligent and curious.

A brown ad red combiner named Nexus Prime, or as he is also known by 'The Wizard of Forms', was the seventh Prime. He was unpredictable, proud, powerful and the prankster among the original Thirteen.

Onyx Prime, or 'Lord of Beasts' as he was known to some as, is a large brown, black, silver, grey and gold winged mech. He is the most spiritual-minded of the Thirteen, and has the ability use the Triptych Mask which allows him to cast his spirt across vast distances to communicate with the dreams of far-off beings, or track the journey of a Spark making it's way to the Well of All-Sparks.

Amalgamous Prime, a tall brown mech capable of taking on any form he chose, was the Ninth Prime to be created. He was known as the 'First Transformer' and the 'Master of Forms' and was the trickster of the group along with Nexus.

The tenth Prime was Quintus Prime, a silver and lime mech, who was the scientist and strategist of group with a mind second to none, and was a proud mech who created the Quintesson race. He can also be quite sarcastic when he wants to be.

Liege Maxim, a dark green and black mech who was a good strategist and master manipulator with a dark sense of humour to match his dark personality. Liege was Sam's least favourite.

Only two of the original Thirteen were missing. The first was Meagtronus better known as 'The Fallen', who was cast out of the Matrix's world or as they called it the 'Realm of the Primes' by Primus and the other Primes.

The second was Optimus Prime the youngest of the Thirteen, who had been reincarnated and was currently assisting Ratchet.

The last bot there was Rodimus Prime, formerly Hot Rod. He was an orange, red and gold mech with no specially forged equipment. But being a wrecker he more than made up for it in confidence.

"It's good to see you guys again," Sam greeted, and yelped as Rodimus picked him up. "Hey, fragile human here!"

"Sorry" Rodimus said sheepishly, and cupped his hand under Sam. An excited grin forming, "I saw how you meet the bots nice going Kiddo!"

"It wouldn't have happened if wasn't for a certain Vector," Sam stated dryly giving the bot in question a pointed look, and earing surprised looks from Everybot except for Prima and Vector.

Solus picked up on this and stared at the two disapprovingly. "You Didn't Tell Us!"

"We were going to eventually," Vector replied defensively holding his servos up in surrender with his golden optics open wide.

"Probably when it would no longer matter," Nexus muttered.

Sam chuckled at the older bots "Well, you know now. And I mean you wouldn't even know if Optimus hadn't urged me to talk to my fellow brothers and sister… the afthole." Sam pointed out, grumbling the last part.

"LANGUAGE!" nearly all the Primes chided.

Sam sighed, and looked at Rodimus. "Think we can get a Prime refund?" Sam asked the Wrecker Prime curiously.

Rodimus laughed. "No, but you need to be tested on how much you remember of your Prime training."

"What about my powers" Sam asked, looking at Prima "Do I still have them?"

Prima shook his head. "No, but we give them back to you over time."

"Know this young one, one day… you will eventually become a Cybertronian," Alpha Trion added "But not yet… Now is not yet the right time."

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Soon enough, Sam was back in reality and noticed that he was being held by Optimus, and that he was still outside.

Stretching, Sam asked, "How long was I out?" and handed the Matrix back over to Optimus, whom returned it to where it was kept stored in his chest over his Spark.

"Two hours" Optimus replied concern filling his tone. "Are you alright?"

A sigh escaped him before could stop it. "Just been thinking."

"Oh? On what may I ask?"

"You can ask me anything Orion," Sam said smiling, then sighed again "I've been thinking about the war. About what happened on our Earth, my parents. You guys. What am I going to tell the bots on Team Prime, if I tell them at al. I kinda hoped that after everything was over I Chicago that you guys would get a break. I guess I was wrong." Sam Informed Optimus sighing once again when he reached the end of his sentence.

"You are not wrong to hope for a better path for those in which you care for; we will walk that path eventually, my dear friend… but you must tell the others the truth soon rather than later. One way or another." Optimus replied, which caused the teen sat on his had to sigh once again.

Optimus sent a small reassuring smile towards Sam as he began to kneel down "Yeah, I guess so." The teen yawned. Standing up and holding onto one of Optimus' digits tightly to steady himself.

"I need sleep… Dammit! I have nothing to sleep on." Sam grumbled yawning once again.

"you are fortunate that Ratchet thinks ahead," Optimus informed the tired human while chuckling. "There is a mattress, sleeping bag and pillow located near Ratchet and I."

"So that's where Ratchet Fragged off to when we came back from our last daytrip," Sam thought out loud, smiling as Optimus lowered him to the ground before getting up from his kneeling position.

"Come on, we best sleep. We still have a lot of work to do over the next few days, possibly weeks." Optimus ushering the teen back inside the cavern base.

To Be Continued…

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