When the doors opened, Optimus was hesitant to step out. Outside the lift the hall stretched on like any of the other floors he had been on. In fact, had he not known that this was a hidden floor he would have thought that it was any other floor.

He exited the lift, his foot steps kicking up small clouds of dust, the only indication that no one had been here in a very long time. He was only half surprised when light began to glow overhead, leading him down the hallway to a juncture then taking him to the left. He did not know where Metroplex was leading him, but Deltus Primes quarters.

A few more turns and several long hallways later, the lights ended in front of a lone door. The door's control pad was a design the Prime had only seen in history files. Had this floor really been abandoned for that long? The door opened and the lights inside the room came to life. Optimus' fans hitched as he took a step beyond the doorway.

The room itself was nothing special, small even. His office was larger. Nothing like what he would expect out of a Prime, even a young one. The berth sat against the far wall. A desk sat adjacent to the door, an old easel was propped up next to it. The chair was pushed in and the desk top sat neat and tidy, only a few stray data pads and a small metal box pushed towards the back showed that it had even been used at all.

"Why is it so empty? Didn't you say that your were taking me to Deltus Prime's quarters?" Optimus asked, confused. The large box returned, floating in front of him, over the berth, much like it had in his office.

This is her quarters. She never was one to collect personal items. Her quarters reflected her upbringing in away. Metroplex responded. Optimus was not liking what he was hearing. He glanced around the room. If the room reflected how she was raised, then what exactly did an empty room, rid of all but the most basic things say about her? Duty first? Or maybe that she was not worth having personal items? The questions kept coming.

"Metroplex..." Optimus said, voice catching as he looked around. He walked over to the desk. "Ironhide told me that on of the reasons why Katie attempted to take her own life was that she did not feel her life was worth anything. If Deltus is Katie, did she feel that way as well?" He turned to the floating message board.

Unfortunately, yes. He felt his systems slip as he read those words. As I told you earlier, she was not wanted by the Old Primes. She was raised to cultivate her power, nothing more. It took too long for even a few of them to see that they were wrong. By then,the damage had already been done. She lived only for her duty, not for the sake of living. His optics widened slightly at the words. He turned away, guilt ate at his spark. Guilt he did not understand. He placed his servos on the desk, leaning heavily on them. He was angry, at Metroplex, at Deltus, at himself. It had come suddenly and was unexpected.

He balled one servo into a fist and slammed it into the old desk, small cracks radiating out from the impact. The small box jumped and bounced closer to him. Amidst his confused and angry mind, just seeing the box brought with it a calm nostalgia. He reached out for it, unaware that Metroplex had reformed his holoform and was reaching for his servo.

Optimus' digits brushed the surface and sent a shock wave of energy through him, knocking the large mech back. His systems, overstimulated with energy, began to overheat. Warning flashed across his HUD as his joints grew weak and sent him to the ground.

Metroplex had not thought Optimus would react so strongly to what he was saying. He had defiantly not thought that he would reach out and touch Deltus' training cube. There was a good bit of power trapped within the small box. Optimus had gotten a rather large shock out of it. The only thing he could do was use his holoform to lie the large mech down and pray to Primus that he would be alright.

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I stared at well, Prowl is shock. Wasn't really expecting that. I mean, sure he kind of reminded me or Prowl appearance wise and all, not to mention the fanfiction back in that dimension. But I hadn't really put much stock into it. As it turns out, I was wrong. Very wrong.

I glanced at Barricade. He was shocked. Carefully I moved closer t his face and placed one of my servos on his cheek.

"Barricade? Hey, it's okay. It's going to be okay. Alight?" I spoke lightly, tapping him gently with my servo. Barricade began mutter to himself in modern Cybertronian. His voice panicked, disbelief evident. This wasn't good. I glanced at Prowl he seemed to be very interested in Barricade's actions, or maybe his words. As Barricade's voice grew hysterical, Prowl began to get more agitated. I gripped Barricade's armor harder. This was getting out of hand, quickly.

It wasn't until I saw Prowl reaching for his subspace, no doubt to get some sort of weapon that was stashed in there, as I had disabled his weapons systems, that I knew I would have to act. This wasn't an easy situation to begin with. A weapon would just make things worse.

Just as Prowl was pulled out a small gun I launched myself from the former Decpticon's shoulder. I undid all the mental locks I had on my power, letting it consume me fully. I heard the gun go off just as the transformation was complete and my pedes hit the concrete ground, cracking it under the sudden weight. I activated the shield I had on my left arm. The gears and cogs protesting at the rapid deployment. The familiar electric blue glow of the energon shield lit up the darkening warehouse as the plasma blast hit, rocking me backwards slightly. I would need to work on that.

"Autnnek!(1) Enough!" I shouted, lowering my shield, but not deactivating it. I stood up straight. It was no longer time to be Katie the human. It was time to be Deltus Prime, Commander of the Knights of Cybertron.

"Enough. Prowl," Said mech stiffened slightly as I said his name. His optics were locked on me. "I do not know what it is that he said that has you reacting in this way, but the fact that you are online and unharmed should be reason enough to hear us out." I kept my voice calm, but threaded with authority. In this warehouse I was in charge. Not him. Behind me Barricade's ramblings had stopped,. No doubt he was staring at me as much as Prowl was. "Neither of us are your enemy. Certainly not Barricade." I glanced back Barricade. He reminded me of a sparkling afraid of the dark after a nightmare. I gave him a reassuring smile and deactivated my shield. I turned and knelt down next to him.

"It will be alright Barricade." I told him as I place a servo on his shoulder plates. "Prowl." I glanced over my shoulder. "I know not what happened to you that put you in this situation. All I know is what I have seen. You may not believe me, but this mech, Barricade, is your brother." I paused. "You were subjected to a procedure that suppressed your mind, your very personality. In there place, Barricade was created. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, the procedure was not done correctly. As a result, your spark split in two."

"That is not possible!" I sighed and stood up, looking Prowl directly in the optics.

"And I should not have been able to go from a human form to this one." His optics widened slightly. "But, as it often goes with me," I muttered. "The impossible isn't quite as unattainable as you would think." I held out my servo and let my power drift across the tips of my digits. "My very existence should be impossible."

"T-that's..." He muttered, taking a small step forward.

"Yes, Prowl. It is what you call Allspark energy." I pulled the power back into me, sealing it away once more. Good thing for me that my ability to shift forms was a 'gift; unrelated to my spark. "I am the what you might call, the original Allspark. It was from my spark the Allspark that you know was created. I know you have a lot of questions, but for now, let's focus on the present. We can discuss the time you are missing later. Right now, repairing your spark, both of your sparks, is our first priority." I held his gaze for a long breem. Eventually he nodded. I smiled at him. "Thank you."

I looked back at Barricade. "See? I promised you that it would work out. You didn't believe me." I knelt back down next to him with a small smile on my lip components.

"R-remind me not to go second guessing you again." I let out a small laugh.

"I think I can do that."