A/N: Hello, human-people of Earth! I am so sory or not posting in a few weeks. First, I couldn't figure out how to write the rest of this Chapter, then I got a wisdom tooth situation taken care of so I was kind of miserable then, but now, I am posting! So, many of you have been asking in the comments for the last Chapter, how Delta got to Earth after...all that. And so I am here to tell you this:

In...I believe it's Chapter...6, after Unicron is defeated and everything, Primus-using Delta's body as a vessel and everything-explains that Delta was injured in the line of duty and placed into a stasis pod. Now, for this story stuff, this was back when the War was really starting to get going, so supplies and things were running low. Hence, the stasis pod until he could be repaired. Then, using his magical magic of godliness, Primus takes that stasis pod, and basically yeets it into space, sending it on a one-way flight to our lovely little blue planet, all while erasing any proof of Delta's existence, including any memories bots may have had about him. Then Delta wakes up in the deserts of Afghanistan, and everything starts up in "Strangers Like Me". Make sense? No? Well, that's alright. Still a fun story, right?

Anyways, long Author's Note is long. Enjoy the Chapter!

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His optics open, his vision blurry and unfocused. His whole body was stiff and heavy, the last bits of memory lingering in the forefront of his mind.

Memories…he could remember everything.

"Delta?"

That voice…he knew that voice…turning his helm, Delta smiles as he meets the vibrant red optics.

"H-Hey…Doc…W-What's…up?" his voice is scratchy from being unused.

Knockout sighs in relief. He smiles, placing a servo on Delta's helm.

"It's good to have you back, Delta. Get some rest, okay? We'll talk about everything later."

Delta smiles as everyone clambers over each other to get to him. He was still in the MedBay, but Knockout and Ratchet felt he was strong enough to have visitors. Right now, he was on the berth, the top half lifted so he could see everything.

Dreadwing comes over, more sedate than the Vehicons now crowding around him, talking over one another as they tightly hug him, as if afraid he'd disappear if they let go. He moves over, holding Delta close to him.

"Primus, Kistestvér. You're going to make my plating go gray with all you put me through."

Delta chuckles, returning the hug. "I wouldn't be much of a little brother if I didn't stress you out, now would I?"

Dreadwing pulls back, worry in his optics. "You…you remember, right? Everything that happened?"

Delta nods, only to yelp as Ratchet smacks him in the back of the helm.

"Ow! Fraggit, Medic! What the Pit is wrong with you?!"

"That's for being an idiot and shoving the Allspark into your chest. Do you remember that?"

Delta falls silent.

"Um…sort of? I remember fighting Unicron and…everything after that is kind of fuzzy."

Everyone looks at each other.

"Guys, c'mon. What's with the faces? You act like I died again or something." He says, chuckling.

"Delta…you did." Bulkhead says quietly.

Delta huffs, "W-What? No. That…That's not…"

Optimus steps forward, placing a gentle servo on the silver-patched shoulder.

"Delta, Unicron used Dark Energon to hurt your spark. You then willingly placed the AllSpark into your chest and stepped into the Well. Primus…"

He sighs.

"Primus used my body to defeat Unicron. Didn't he?"

The red Mech nods, "And then he brought you back to us. Delta…"

"Optimus, don't. It's too soon."

He ignores the voice, moving forward.

"Delta. You became Primus's chosen vessel. And he left a piece of his spark within your chest."

Megatron grabs Optimus's arm, pulling him away from the group.

"Optimus, you know as well as I do that telling Delta that just now is not going to end well. He needs to recover first, and then learn of his new powers later. He is not like you or me, where he's put in a position of leadership and is able to adjust almost instantly. He needs time."

Optimus nods, "I understand your reasoning, Megatron. But it is like you said. Delta is not-"

"DuskShot."

They turn to him.

"I'm sorry?" Megatron says. Did he just say…

Delta shifts, venting deeply.

"My name. It…It's DuskShot. At least…it was—I don't know. Everything's there, but it's almost like it's…scrambled. Nothing's in order. I remember my life from before waking up on Earth, but…that's it."

The others share a look. A servo is placed on his shoulder. Delta looks over at Dreadwing.

"Even if DuskShot is your true name, we will still call you Delta if it is what you wish, Kistestvér." The Seeker says.

Delta smiles.

"Thanks, Dreadwing. I…I think I'd like that. I may have all my memories back, but that's all they are. Memories. DuskShot may be who I was before, but…"

"Delta is who you are now." Arcee says softly with a smile.