Warning: Crack, slight AU, post-DOTM, hinted gay, oil spills, fighting, gore, explosions, gore, cursing, brief sexual humor, major Spoilers, ect.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: This was why Sam hasn't gone back in time yet.

"Just so you know

This feeling's taking control of me

And I can't help it

I won't sit around, I can't let him win now

Thought you should know

I've tried my best to let go of you

But I don't want to

I just gotta say it all

Before I go

Just so you know

It's getting hard to be around you

There's so much I can't say

Do you want me to hide the feelings

And look the other way"- "Just So You Know" by Jesse McCartney
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"Blending in like a ninja!" Skids giggled.

"Shut it before I make my fist blend in with your face," Mudflap hissed back.

Sam ignored them as he focused on the matter of hands, and faintly wondered how many police cars he had ever outran.

"So, how are you going to call?" Simmons demanded, "They got CIA all over this place! one call to a base, and bam! They're going to be here. Tracked you down."

"Who said I was going to call?" Sam replied, "You are."

Simmons gave him that look.

Moments later, they were standing in front of a phone booth, trying not to look suspicious as Sam glanced around the street, carefully hiding himself in the shadow, and prayed to the Primes that they would help him like he had helped them...

No, he never had helped him, had he?

He just got in the way, and he keeps doing it too...

Why didn't they leave me, all those years ago?

"Cops," Leo hissed, "We gotta go." He practically ripped his sash off his face, "Go! Go! Go!"

The three, after Simmon hanged up, ran off.

"Great. A check point," Sam grumbled.

"Passport!" the scream came form the short man.

The man slowly came down and Sam quickly hid further away, "Great. Carmeras."

"Don't worry. I'm one/thirty-sixth Arab, these are my people. I got this," Simmons whispered.

"You better," Leo grumbled.

He began with a greeting, and Sam was slightly impressed by him, "We... want to go to the Dagger's Tip. You know, Egypt, Jordon, we are on a trip. Me and my family," he pointed at the two, "My two sons. We're from New York."

"New York?" the midget whispered, mightily intrigued by this.

"Yes, yes."

"50 kilometers!" the male said happily, pointing at at the road in front of them.

"You look like the guy that runs my falafel stand. Thank you very much," he grinned back.

"Go Yankees!" the male cheered happily.

Bumblebee's wary optics never left Sam, even while the others engaged in a conversation.

Somewhere, deep inside of the Scout, he wondered how Sam knew all this, according to the records, he was in a kidnapping, and was in a really bad car accident...

Maybe he was traumatized? He had read stuff on that too.

And anything and everything he could spare the time for, just so that he could have a conversation with Sam.

None of them really worked, and Sam always kept himself away.

Bee was worried. And curious.

And suspicious.

But it was going to be okay, because Sam didn't lie about his promises.

"Shouldn't we be going to the pyramids?" Simmons asked.

"The Pyramids were built to mirror Orion's belt," Sam replied, "And the third star that hits the horizon is lined up against the Petra mountains," he stated quickly.

"They all point due east, towards Jordan... So it is the mountains of Petra," Simmons nodded as teh drove through the morning.

"Good work Bee," Sam whispered quietly, "It'll be worth it all soon, okay?"

The engine rumbled happily.

After changing into Robot mode, with Mudflap and Skids at his side, and slowly following the boy that changed his life forever, they quickly made their way to a greatly large, castle like area within the mountains.

It was a very impressive sight.

Slowly, but surely, they all rushed int the place, eager to get inside.

"Its somewhere here," Sam muttered under his breath.

"And we're trusting Grandpa Blackbird, even though he has no idea what planet he's on?" Simmon snorted.

"In his defense, this is the biggest doorway I've ever seen in my entire life," Leo shrugged.

"Have you ever thought that archeologist have been here before kid? Life is about despair kid," Simmons grind ed out of his teeth, "Sometimes, you get to the end of the rainbow, and the leprechauns went and booby-trapped it!" he screamed.

Leo growled, "I'm listening to you? You live with your mother!"

"It's not over," Sam replied.

"It's over. It's done, Sam," Leo sighed.

"Why the frag should I listen to you? I mean, what have you ever done for us except ding my rim?" Skids asked.

"Killed Megatron, how about that?" Mudflap growled back.

Sam look a step back from the wall and glanced at it, a small smirk playing on to his face.

When you don't remember something. It's because it was never there. And if you know something is there, but you don't see it...

It's being covered up.

Meanwhile, while Skids and Mudflap were fighting it out, they turned physical, and Sam barely got a chance to dodge before Skids hit the wall.

And Sam let the grin show as he stared at the crack in the wall.

Meanwhile, Bumblebee stopped the fighting.

"Simmon!" Sam yelled, "Help me with this!"

the older man came by and the two immediately ripped the broken wall apart, and stared at the Cybertronian symbols that stared back.

"Bee! Shoot it!" he nodded, stepping back.

Yes, it was good to remember.

After the shot, Sam quickly ran back with a flashlight adn ran in.

"So this was what Jetfire was talking about," Simmons whispered, "The tomb of the Primes."

Sam immediately stepped into the center, watching the matrix in front of him, and with a smirk on his face, he picked it up.

And feeling the soildness against his hand, bothered him, he could've sworn that it wasn't like this before.

Shrugging it aside, Sam nodded at the others.

They were done here.