Author's Note: Anyone been havin' trouble lookin' at stories on over the last few days? I have, 'specially on updates. So when you tried to look at this new chap, I'm sorry if you couldn't see it right away because 'an error occurred while processing your request'. It's a pain in the neck.

Disclaimer: If I owned Transformers, why would I be here?

The door.

It was really just a door.

No. No, it was the door to the office.

The Office was what the door stood for.

It represented the power. The power he wasn't ready for.

Why did Primes have to be so important here?

Optimus fidgeted in front of the door for the umpteenth time, raised a hand to punch in the access code, and dropped it again to fidget.

It looked like the other doors in the hall. Prowl's office was right next door. It was the same sickly orange, with an identical keypad, set in an identical wall. Jazz's was on the other side, same looking door-

Jazz. Slag, he shouldn't have thought of Jazz.

Jazz should be doing this. Jazz was an actual commander of an army. What was he? Oh, right, an Academy wash-out. He couldn't do this! He repaired space bridges for Primus's sake!

Somewhere, in the back of his processor, a small voice reminded him that last battle he had defeated Megatron, Leader of the Decepticons. But the voice was quickly squashed by a much louder voice reminding him that because of his uselessness Jazz was in stasis lock.

Another failed attempt at opening the Door and then right back to fidgeting.

Maybe if he took a quick walk to work up the courage?

Weak, failure. Useless. Weak. The condescending voice reminded.

The Prime turned sharply and walked briskly down the hall trying to stop the voice, trying to not remember what Sideswipe had said to him...

'You weren't THERE!' The frontliner's voice seemed to echo strangely in his head, the words repeated by the awful voice, Weak, useless, weak.

His optics shuttered tightly to stop the voices, trailing around each other in endless circles.

Weak, failure.

'You are the only one who can fight Megatron!'

'A screw-up like you doesn't deserve the attention of the Magnus.'

Weak, failure, wash-out. Not programmed to be a hero. Fake.

'This is what protects the Allspark? Pathetic.'

Weak, weak, WEAK.

Sneering faces. Endless mantra. It was too much, too much! He couldn't do it, he was weak-

"Prahm?"

Silence. The huge mech whorled around at the voice behind him, nearly hitting the old bot in the face.

"Woah, there young one." Ironhide rumbled, a servo coming up automatically to catch the arm flying at his helm. "Didn' mean to startle yah."

Optimus took a flustered step back, optics averted. "I was... Thinking." He spoke.

"Ah could see dat. Hope it wasn' abou' what Sideswipe said. Youngling can't hold 'is glossa when 'e needs to." The older bot clapped Optimus's shoulder. "What yah need to know is that we're behahned yah. Through'n'through. Every las' one of us.

"Now, c'mon. Me'n 'Jack'll 'elp yah out wit da 'Evil Spawnin' Data Pads,' or ESDP, for shor', as Jazz 'as taken up to callin' 'em."

Later in the day, however, there was an explosion that shook the Ark. All of the universe inhabitants shared a knowing look. There were a few mutterings of 'Wheeljack' and Bumblebee held up three fingers to Bluestreak next to him. He dropped them for each second that passed.

Three, two, one.

"WHEELJAAAACK! YOU CAN'T BLOW UP THE DATA PADS BECAUSE YOU DON'T WANT TO DO THEM!"

"THEY REALLY DO SPAWN! JAZZ WASN'T GOING CRAZY WHEN HE SAID THAT! I MUST KILL THE MENACE!"

Another explosion.

Optimus started banging his helm in to the desk while Ironhide patted his back sympathetically.

That last part was my fave. XD 'Jack no like data pads, so data pads go *BOOM*.

Super thanks, XspriteyX.

Ironhide Speak (because, sometimes, his voice in writing form makes no sense):

Prahm - Prime

Didn' - Didn't

behahned - behind (I looked at this and went 'Oh my God, what am I doing to the English language?')

Me'n 'Jack'll 'elp yah out wit da 'Evil Spawnin' Data Pads,' or ESDP, for shor', as Jazz 'as taken up to callin' 'em. - Me and Wheeljack will help you out with the 'Evil Spawning Data Pads,' or ESDP, for short, as Jazz has taken up to calling them. (this is the most convoluted sentence I've ever written. I think 'Hide's accent comes out even stronger in my head when he's thinking about data pads...)

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