A/N

Here it is. The final installemt of the Worlds Apart Series. (Man, I need a cooler series title) I know I've had this story up to debate, especially during the writing on War Against Time, but I think I've finally got all I wanted into one solid story. There is only one regret I have for this story, that I cannot change otherwise the entire thing falls to pieces. You'll see what I mean later.

Notes:

1. I would love it is someone could draw me covers for this series. Message me about it or send me a pic on my DeviantART page (Same username)

2. Any predictions on the event of the story are welcomed! Who knows, maybe I might add them. ;)

3. I should stop writting notes because I know no one reads them and probably because you all just want to read this thing already!

Anyway, here is the first chapter of the last book in the trilogy. Welcome, to World Beyond Time.

World Beyond Time

Calm before the storm

Optimus sighed. It had been about a month after defeating Megatron. Everything just moved so quickly but now left the bitter slowness of a new life. A plain life. Cybertron was at a new found life and yet, Optimus felt left behind. Something, in the back of his processor, told him there was still one thing left undone. A story left unfinished. Looking over Cybertron, from a perch of one of the Elite Guard towers, Optimus contemplated the overwhelming thought of forgetting something.

"You okay, boss bot?"

Optimus offered the human companion a smile, though it wasn't exactly from the whole of his spark. Sari stood on the ledge beside him. With her little grin and hands behind her back, she twirled around with one foot in front of the other in a dancing motion. Optimus watched her a moment before looking back out at the world. Obviously Bumblebee was busy otherwise Sari would never be left to talk to him.

"Is it usually this cloudy?"

Optimus looked up as Sari did. It was unnaturally cloudy, another reminder that he'd left something undone. The clouds came with some nightmares, though he couldn't recall what exactly they were. They had something to do with the other worlds, those to which he had not mentioned to anyone outside his team. The memories of those adventures, and the urge to ask questions, were growing more unbearable not to talk about. Optimus let out a deep sigh.

"Thinking that hard, huh, boss bot?" smirked Sari, sitting down and kicking her legs over the ledge.

"You could say that," he answered, standing up straight. "Where's Bumblebee at?"

"Oh, he had some Elite guard thing to go," shrugged Sari. "What's on your mind? Anything I could help with?"

"Just remembering something, that's all," Optimus sighed, looking away.

"Like Megatron something, Sentinel something, or that topic we cannot talk about something?" Sari listed.

"Last," nodded Optimus with a sigh.

"Worrying about them?"

"I don't know," groaned Optimus, smashing a fist on the ledge.

"That bad, huh?" sighed Sari. "I'm sure they're alright. I mean Hot Shot can totally look out for himself, and Prowl and Perceptor are obviously good. I mean Prowl's a stickler and Perceptor's a genius, right?"

Optimus offered her a smile, even though her discussions weren't making his doubts go away. The nagging was no less with the comforting words. Sari's phone came to life in her pocket, no doubt from Bumblebee. Watching her answer, Optimus confirmed his suspicions as she perked at the voice on the other end, a smile curling upon her lip. She cheered a hello, leaping off the edge and running inside. Once alone again, Optimus sighed a little deeper.

"A nagging thought," he mumbled to himself. "What am I forgetting?"

Closing his optics, he tried to recount at least a portion of the nightmares he'd been having. Concentrating as hard as he could, the images began to blur into view, though not until long after the sounds began ringing out in his auditory sensors. Rapid gunshots, shouting and finally a cry of help, killed by a solid, single shot. The voice was familiar though the name could not be placed. The screams continued, though from other familiar voices, until finally Optimus simply opened his optics to avoid the rest of the nightmare's sounds.

"Hey!"

Optimus turned around to see a completely new Autobot standing in the doorway. He looked completely unimpressed and didn't want of be here presently. He offered a half smile, as if to try to seem friendly. It wasn't working for him. Optimus smiled, however, trying harder at meeting a new bot.

"Ultra Magnus would like to see you," the bot offered, turning away.

"What about? Optimus gaped.

"He didn't say specifics, just that it was important," shrugged the bot, marching off.

Optimus contemplated the idea. Ultra Magnus hadn't been very glad to talk to anyone since the incident with Shockwave. He barely talked to the council but outside of them he remained rather quiet. Requesting him now, Optimus couldn't quite understand why all of a sudden the commander needed him. Regardless, Optimus began for Ultra Magnus's chamber.

Something ached deep with his spark, forcing Optimus to stop in the doorway. Leaning on it, he looked around. The clouds were darkening, and lightening was beginning to be visible. The world shadowed slightly, in the same unnatural way as the clouds. Optimus groaned, turning away. In the corner of his optic, he swore he saw something familiar, someone familiar, but all he could make out was the glitter of a bright, yellow visor.