A/N: I Don't own Transformers or any of the like.
I know, I moved everything to here, but this story don't seem to want to end any time soon. More and more bunnies keep giving me ideas. This one was actually thought about for a few days before I put it to work. Seems Sunstreaker pulled through. Yay. I finally wrote it, still on the fly, and it came out more strange than I expected.
Let's see the little twist that makes itself known.
Hope you all aren't as confused as poor Hot Rod!
Onto the Story!
Storms in the area weren't unheard of, but they were uncommon. Hot Rod stared lazily out across the horizon as it approached, remembering things from the future that he and the twins had come to save. He wandered what their future had in store for them all. He thought about Wheeljack's machine, also about everyone else. How exactly were things now? Then? Whatever. He relaxed against a tree as he stared, watching the distant lightning, feeling it peak in his own systems as it felt drawn to him. He was used to it by now, however. The mechs had been struck more times than he cared to count. It wasn't all dis-pleasurable, it was sort of similar to getting a sudden high. A type of euphoria they had never experienced before coming to this planet. The thunder behind the lightning rumbled for a long while before another strike hit the ground, zapping for a mere few nanoseconds longer than usual.
Struck something. The young mech thought as he cross his arms behind his head. Again the sound of thunder filled the air. The ionic feeling his sensory arrays picked up helped him decide that the weather was going to be bad. When storms struck out here, they were very bad. There was not as many trees and anything taller than a bush was subject to a strike of lightning. The hail was also just as furious as the lightning and the wind was not gentle either, usually gusting about 60 to 100 miles per hour.
Hot Rod stared for a longer moment as the thunder grew louder. He moved his arms from behind his head and moved to stand. Time to let them know it's gonna be a good one. He lumbered back to the main building and met with a pair of curious optics, "Where had you been?"
"Watching the storm."
"Aww, what!? There's a storm!? Is there a lot of lightning?"
Hot Rod nodded to the red twin, who seemed excited at the idea of being struck and ran past the older youngling towards the doors.
Hot Rod smiled inwardly. He was glad to know that Sunstreaker had pulled through and to see Sideswipe like he used to be. Troublesome and a pain in his aft, but at the moment, he had missed it. He missed watching them cause pranks on them all, and more often than not, he was the target, himself.
By Ratchet's orders, Sunstreaker was forced to stay in the med bay until the old medic was certain the yellow twin was going to be alright, which hadn't been confirmed yet, much to the unhappiness of the twin, who sat grudgingly while the CMO ran scan after scan over him, "I'm fine, I told you, why don't you lay off?"
Ratchet gave a confused look to Sunstreaker as if he hadn't known what he said, then went back to working with him again. Sunstreaker pushed him back, "Lay off, old man," he growled, and in which Ratchet replied with a grab ad the twin's arm, twisting it and forcing him to back off. Sunstreaker wasn't in pain, but the medic knew exactly how to bring them down with a grab of certain wires. Ratchet growled at Sunstreaker, "I will not 'lay off' as you put it, youngling, you are not cleared by my examinations to leave this room!" Ratchet moved and pushed Sunstreaker down; glaring at him with warning that dared the twin to doubt his ability to restrain him further. Sunstreaker groaned and, defeated, laid his head back with a small clang of metal against metal as his head connected with the berth.
"That's what I thought," the medic released his hold on the twin, he continued his scan, both were silent.
"Optimus, there's an incoming storm, have you experienced these yet?" Hot Rod asked.
"No, fortunately, we hadn't." He was confused by the action of the red twin who was bouncing outside like a bubbling idiot, calling to the storm, daring it to strike him down. He pointed with one hand from his crossed arms, "What… is he doing?"
"He wants to get struck," Hot Rod informed the leader, "It seems that these electrical storms are like an overload, of sorts, not quite unlike having high grade energon, just… different. I hadn't ever experienced the feeling myself until I was actually struck, the humans said we were acting as if on a high for some kind of drugs, so I assume we can call it that, some sort of high."
"Are you sure that he wasn't struck too many times?" Optimus chuckled and looked to Hot Rod who also was chuckling.
"I guess by his actions, it's not detrimental,"
Hot Rod shook his head at his leader, "Not as far as Wheeljack and Ratchet had studied after there was a rather large and severe storm that struck quite a few of us one time," Hot Rod continued to watch Sideswipe with his leader, "the effects don't last all that long, and we are still fully functional, just a few short outs I suppose."
Optimus nodded, wishing he could see Wheeljack again. How he missed all of his comrades, and it still stung him that they were still scattered about trying to find him. He had sent another message the night previously. Even though Hot Rod had said that others were coming, he couldn't help himself.
Hot Rod decided while his leader was in thought to take his leave and Optimus spotted him out near Sideswipe standing there watching him, he was talking, but Optimus couldn't make out his words. He continued to watch them. Those three. They saved them from whatever ruthless life they had come from. The two most troublesome he had ever brought into the force and that hot headed youngling, who seemed so… mature than he used to be. Optimus tilted his head wondering deep inside what had happened to him, and the youngling stopped talking and looked over to Optimus as if to say, 'I know you're watching me. I know I confuse you.' The youngling looked away just as quickly as he suddenly dove from Sideswipe who was currently being jolted with electricity Optimus had never seen them go through before in his entire life. In fact, it scared him and he dropped his arm, "Ratchet!" he called as he ran towards to door. The lightning stayed far longer than it should have by what Optimus said, but Hot Rod said it wasn't detrimental.
"Prime, I'm here, what's…" he stopped in his tracks as Sideswipe was lying on the ground smoldering for a few seconds before he suddenly leaped from his place on the ground back to his feet, "Yeeeehaaaaa!" he called out, getting a dark scowl from the medic and Optimus was bewildered. Hot Rod got up and looked to Sides then to Optimus with a shrug.
"You see? He's perfectly fine,"
"Perfect-t-t-ly fine-ine-ine," Sideswipe echoed, his vocal processors stuttered like Ratchet had never heard and he suddenly called forth his scanners, scanning the youngling. He was quickly interrupted by a yellow blurr who darted past them all and headed right for sideswipe, and who also had no qualms about pouncing his brother who seemed to be frazzled beyond repair, "Why you little! Without me!?"
"Sun-n-n-ny Jus-just wait! Ther-r-r-re will be m-m-more!" Sideswipe retorted as he wrestled with his brother.
"Sunstreaker! Med bay! NOW!" Ratchet ordered, but his order was cut off when there was another lightning strike, this time the target was the other youngling. The one who wasn't in the ball of wrestling metal.
He wasn't entirely sure why he hadn't gotten struck with sideswipe in the process, but it seemed the storm had something else for him in mind. Something far sinister, and it was going to show him in the worst possible way. He felt the euphoria take over his systems then something went awry and he saw a bright white light then nothingness, and then it grew dark over his vision. What the? This wasn't supposed to happen. His vision started to make out dark figures. They were moving and a couple were talking quietly. He could only make out shadows. For some reason he knew the voice. It was… It was Wheeljack. Wait, what? Wheeljack?
"Rodimus, are you alright?"
"What? I told you not to call me that," Hot Rod grumbled groggily as his vision completely cleared. He remembered the room. He wasn't supposed to have remembered it, but he did. Wheeljack was standing over him watching him with both astonishment and concern. The astonishment was more that the trick had worked, and the concern was to make sure Hot Rod was alright.
"Rodimus, are you functional?"
"I said stop callin-" he stopped dead in his words when he went to sit. He remembered feeling like this before. Was this a dream? What was he dreaming about the future for?
"Rodimus, I am not sure about the time you have, but you must be aware of something,"
Hot Rod quirked a brow as Wheeljack was seeming like for one, he didn't have much time, and two, to get out what he could as fast as he could, "Rodimus, Sam, it's Sam!"
Wait, Sam? What? What was wrong with Sam?
"Rodimus, sir, Sam is the Allspark, Optimus was killed after the Decepticons get their hands on the new Allspark!"
"Huh?" it had to be the most indignant comment that Hot Rod could ever come up with, but it was the only thing that made it's way from his vocal processors.
"After the final battle. Sam became the Allspark, Sam is going to be used for Galvatron,"
"Galvawho?" Hot Rod asked, never before hearing the voice.
"A bigger upgrade from Megatron, and crazy to boot," Starscream's voice came to him and he whipped his head around. His optics darkened suddenly as he saw the Air Commander and he moved quickly, his arm going up and 3 lasers emerged preparing to fire. Suddenly Hot Rod felt his arm go down by force and Starscream dived, the sudden intrusion on the younger mech causing him to discharge them, hitting a wall right next to Starscream.
"Rodimus, don't, he's defected!"
Hot Rod looked at the scorch marks. They were bigger and more powerful than he had remembered but his optics went to Starscream, "Why does the matrix have to bless such a young bot with such unstable firepower?" the seeker grimaced as he stood, brushing himself off.
Wait, the matrix? Optimus is alive! "Optimus is alive, guys, where am I?"
"No, not now he isn't," the mech from a corner said, he recognized it immediately as Ultra Magnus, "And neither are you,"
Wait, what? This started making less and less sense, Hot Rod groaned, "Tell me what is going on, NOW!" his voice was deeper and more meaningful.
"Rodimus," Ultra Magnus stepped forward, "Commander, sir," he was faltering. What were they hiding?
Another voice, this time it was older, a lot older. Primus, didn't that bot ever die? "Rodimus, we got the Matrix from Galvatron by a stroke of luck, we used it with your body to bring you back. The twins alerted us about the storm you probably remember being your last memory,"
Hot Rod nodded. This was so confusing.
"Well, when we pull this plug," Wheeljack pointed. He had now realized that he was being fed by a generator, "you will die on us again, but if you have this knowledge, you might be able to fix all of this. Don't let Sam Witwicky fall into the wrong hands. Don't let him befriend Galvatron,"
HUH? Hot Rod was speechless. This was also the last thing he heard before everything went white and then darkened him into his mind. He felt he was lying down. There was talking from around him, they were whispering and mumbling. The twins were saying something about Rodimus Prime, and Optimus was confused. As so he should be, because on the ground before them was no longer Hot Rod, but Rodimus Prime at his full, also he was modified with far more firepower than anyone knew any single mech could carry. It even put Ironhide to shame.
Well this posed quite a predicament, didn't it?
The next one will explain a little better as to what happened and what might happen. The Ark is coming too, how is everyone gonna handle all this?
