The day seemed normal as ever. School came and passed and when Exillion was done with it he decided not to hang out with his friends. He headed off immediately after the sirens sounded. Roadflare and Opensky wondered where on cybertron he was going.

"Exillion, where are you going?" asked Roadflare seeing him rush off in a hurry.

Exillion stopped and turned and quickly came back to her and gave Roadflare a quick peck on the lips and headed off again saying-

"Gonna hang out with my mom."

"What are you gonna do?!" called Opensky to him. "Back energon pastries?!"

"What's with him?" asked Roadflare.

"You're asking me?" he asked looking at his twin sister. "You're his girlfriend."

"Well you're his best friend," said Roadflare squinting her optics at her annoying, sadly, older brother. "I thought he tells you things."

"News-flash sister, he doesn't!" said Opensky knocking on her head.

"Oww!! growled Roadflare as she turned and punched him right in the faceplate.

"OW!" cried Opensky falling down. "I'm tellin' mom!"

And so after racing all afternoon Exillion finally gave up seeing they were getting nowhere since they kept tying.

"Okay you win," he gasped catching his breath and sitting down.

"You aren't taking it easy just 'cause I'm your mother are you?" asked Override with a smile coming to her growing boy who took some energon to refresh his circuits.

"Dad was right mom," smiled Exillion.

Override just let out a small chuckle and shook her head, but she soon turned silent and cast her optics down. Exillion gazed at his mother for a while till he asked-

"Hey mom, what do you think it would have been like . . . if he was here?"

"Well," sighed Override with a smile as she joined Exillion's side who's head now exceeded her own growing very tall like his father and grandfather. "You would have probably been born on the speed planet and I would have probably been forced to marry your father 'officially'."

Exillion froze for a moment just starring at his cupped hands that lay in his lap. He thought of one thing and wondered about it. He then asked his mother.

"Do you think . . . you're life would have been better without me?"

Override sighed and shook her head again. Again with the 'what if I was never born' speech with him. She didn't like her son talking like that and so she took her hand and pulled his chin up to look at her and see her smile showing nothing but love.

"I would have been miserable," she smiled. "If you were never born then me and your father would have still be living our marriage in secret and I would have felt as if something was incomplete in me . . . Exillion don't you understand? Children complete mothers. You complete me son."

She then captured his head and took it under her neck just cuddling him. It was okay for a couple of seconds, but once she continued to do it that child instinct cut in and Exillion forced himself from her embrace.

"Aw, mom!" he said embarrassed.

"What?" shrugged Override with a smile. "No one's around."

"It's still awkward," said Exillion crossing his arms.

"Oh you'll understand one day when you have children with Roadflare," she smiled getting up.

"Mooom!!" grumped Exillion, she couldn't embarrass him more.

She just let out a giggle and looked around saying-

"By the way . . . where are you friends?"

Exillion looked around an found he had almost raced the day away, but that's okay he still had some light to spend.

"Oh . . . Opensky, Roadflare. I just up and left them at school!" remembered Exillion.

"What's this?" gasped Override crossing her arms. "A teenage mech leaves his best friends to spend some time with mommy? It's unheard of."

"Okay mom I get you're meaning," smiled Exillion bowing his head. "I'll go find them and play with them 'like a good little boy'."

"I swear kids now-a-days," smiled Override placing her hands on her hips and shaking her head.

"See ya mom, but when I come back I shall defeat you!" he smiled heading off.

"Then I'll shall be practicing," smiled Override.

"You do that, won't help," he smiled. "You're glory days are over."

"What and yours have just begun?" scoffed Override. "I don't think so."

"We shall see," he smiled heading off.

"Yes we shall," smiled Override looking back at the race track just bringing out old memories.

"How is it Jetfire?" asked Optimus coming to see the statistics of the decepticon force.

"Not good Optimus," said Jetfire showing him. "I don't understand. Without Megatron I thought they'd be nothing, but they're as strong as ever. They're pushing through our borders and I'm afraid one day take over."

"Not if there's energon still running through my circuitry," vowed Optimus. "Where are they now?"

"On the western side of iacon," pointed Jetfire showing him. "Wingsaber's force is holding them off there, but they are taking many losses. I never did want my children to see the rise of the decepticons."

"They might not have to," said Optimus devising a plan seeing where each group pf troops were. "Have Wingsaber's squad pull out and join Scavenger's, his is pretty well taken care of, and then the decepticons will go to his and they shall met a rude awakening."

"Yes sir," saluted Jetfire as he radioed in the commands.

Optimus just looked around the command room and at all his men that worked their tailpipes off to ensure the safety of cybertron. He sighed knowing it was they're job to do so. They shouldn't have to do this. They should all be safe, what was he doing wrong?

It all started on the day Exillion was born. Those decepticons were always so supporsticious. They believed Exillion to be Unicron since Hot Shot was, but what they didn't know was that he actually was part Primus . . . If only they'd listen though. They'd think it was a trick . . . like they always do.

"Hhh, decepticons are all the same," sighed Optimus bowing his head.

"Huh, what was that Prime?" asked Jetfire turning to his after hearing he had said something.

"Oh . . . nothing Jetfire," said Optimus leaving. "Keep up the good work men."

He then left and thought of so much, so many things. When he was all alone in the hallway he began to think of the old Prime stories and about the day till all are one . . . it seemed hopeless now. When was that day or was that just false hope Primus gave to his children? At first Optimus believed that day to be when the black hole was destroyed, but then again . . . there were still decepticons . . . they would never vanish, but then again they still called themselves autobots which was another denomination of the transformers.

Hhh, it wasn't supposed to be like this, thought Optimus bowing his head in darkness. The autobots weren't supposed to be a side . . . just protection, the police as to say by the humans, but look at us now . . . the decepticons changed everything, but why can't we go back to the way it was before? Why is it so hard? . . . Why won't they accept Exillion? Why are they so afraid?

It was no ones fault but their own, because of their fear none could have peace and now they sought to destroy who they thought to be Unicron, but Optimus swore no harm come to his grandchild and it just might kill him.

"Have you noticed ever since Prime took Exillion to Primus' core he's been acting very different," said Opensky as they walked down some old path away from the city, but not too far from it.

"Yea," sighed Roadflare kind of missing the old Exillion, but thinking how much nicer he was. "But just think his attitude has changed for the better."

"Yea, I guess so, but if you ask be he's asking more and more like his dear ole grandpa," said Opensky crossing his arms behind his head. "I think we're losing him."

Roadflare just gazed down thinking the same thing . . . he was right.

"Whoa, what the?!" gasped Opensky halting his pace.

"What is it?" asked Roadflare looking outward to see what he gazed at.

She gasped seeing what he saw . . . decepticons!

Exillion almost felt like skipping as he came up to the usual spot where he and his friends hung out, but he wasn't that giddy. He smiled as he came around a turn to find his friends, but they were not alone! He immediately threw his back to a side of a cliff he came around and starred at them. What was he to do? He had no battle experience . . . well . . . not much.

"What are you doing on autobot territory?!" asked Roadflare angered they dared step on their land.

"You mean decepticon territory," smiled one of the 'cons.

"You better leave or-" started Opensky.

"Or what?" they smiled. "Or you'll throw a little hissy fit?"

"What about you princess?" smiled one placing their index finger under Roadflare's chin and have her flinch back.

"Or you'll have to mess with me!" came a voice.

All turned to see Exillion step out of the shadows. Roadflare and Opensky smiled, but it soon vanished knowing they were still all doomed. The three decepticons looked at him and just laughed. He was still just a scrawny little mech. What was he going to do to them?

"They don't build autobots like they used to anymore," laughed one.

"Hey I know you," thought one looking at him. "You're that Prime brat!"

Oh great. Covers blown!, thought Exillion.

"Really huh?" thought the other. "I heard you're the son of Unicron. Let's see if that's true."

"No . . . I do NOT have any part of that monster inside me!" shot back Exillion.

"Then what do you have, huh kid?" they teased.

"Primus," smiled Exillion placing his fists on his hips like he was invincible.

"That's a bunch of lies to prevent your sorry death for the good of all," one smirked.

"Heh, your sorry death will be for the good of all," smirked Exillion wiping a finger across his nose so cocky.

"Decepticons attack!" they cried taking out their weapons and shooting straight at Exillion.

Exillion was unsure at the moment, but when the sky was filled with plasma blasts he was sure of his control over this awesome power. He needed to be in action to know for sure how strong and invincible he was. Everything ran so smoothly through him as he went right through the blasts and turned softly and shot out golden light bursts right at the three 'cons. It hit their chests and began to melt through their metal burning setting off an automatic scream that only made Exillion smile.

"He is Unicron!" they cried.

This only made him more mad though hearing himself called this and so he threw more at them, but they were smart enough to dodge this time.

"Um . . . Optimus . . . sir . . . you might want to see this," gulped Jetfire bringing up the image on the monitors.

"By Primus, not him!" gasped Optimus seeing his grandson beat the oil out of three decepticon soldiers

Exillion was surrounded by a golden fire and his optics glow so bright and hot showing the power of Primus used by nothing but a boy.

"FIGHT ME!!!" he roared at the fearful decepticons who lay awe-stricken on the ground guarding themselves.

"Wait . . . what are my twins doing there?!" gasped Jetfire seeing the two in the corner of the screen.

"Come on Jetfire, we have to get our children," said Optimus heading out the door.

"Yes sir," said Jetfire quickly following.

"Exillion you might want to stop," warned Roadflare seeing his rage kindling and mixing in the the great power only creating chaos.

"Yea buddy," sweated Opensky.

"NO!" cried Exillion turning to them shooting out golden flames from his body. "They almost hurt you and so they WILL pay!!"

"B-but they didn't!" said Roadflare.

Exillion then shot out, with both hands, a large cannon-like blast that hit right under them and knocked them some far ways off. Exillion was about to go after him till he felt the grip of someone grasping his left arm to stop him. It must have been Roadflare and so he turned to her in anger that she stopped him, but found it wasn't her . . . but Optimus Prime.

"Grandpa!!" he gasped in a deep/slash normal angered voice of his.

"Exillion stop this!" ordered Optimus tightening his grip on his grandson.

Exillion turned back to the decepticons who were running off and Jetfire making sure they left. He wanted to make sure they left, but he knew he couldn't. He then halted his power burst and everything was calm. Optimus still made sure he wasn't going anywhere though.

"Daddy!" smiled Roadflare as she ran into her father's arms.

"Why were you two out here?!" asked Jetfire so worried for his twins.

"This is where we usually hang out," said Opensky crossing his arms. "And besides you should be asking what were they doing out here?"

"Not now son, I'm just glad you're safe," smiled Jetfire embracing his son as well, but Opensky wanted to be free of his father . . . but Jetfire was strong.

This then left Exillion to face his grandfather. His optics were cast down to the ground in fear and shame. He knew better and now he had been caught. He could have killed them if Optimus hadn't had stopped him. How could he live with himself if he did so.

"What were you thinking Exillion?!" asked Optimus his grasp squeezing his arm to where Exillion flinched every time he spoke. "You could have been hurt!"

"But so could my friends!" cried Exillion sick and tired of being blamed and get in trouble for something he shouldn't have since it was the right thing.

Exillion then tried to get free from Optimus, but Optimus wasn't letting go. He just pulled him back into the city where he could have a silent talk with him.

"Let go!" cried Exillion not liking the tight grip. "You're crushing my arm!"

"I can't do that," said Optimus continuing to pull him somewhere. "You'll just try to run off and I want you to stay near before you can do any damage!"

"I was just trying to help why can't you see that?!" cried Exillion.

"That is what they all say," said Optimus looking back at him. "Then, before you know it, your friends get hurt as well as you. It's a fools risk!"

"But grandpa!" cried Exillion trying one last pull.

Optimus then let go once he found himself in a desolate place that was quiet and no one around. There he stood facing Exillion with his arms crossed.

"You have the same problem as your father Exillion," he started with stern optics. "You have this incredible power, but use it for the wrong reasons and at the wrong times. It can hurt you son."

"I am in complete control!" snarled Exillion.

"That is what your father thought and look . . . and look what happened to him!" said Optimus.

"He died," recalled Exillon.

"That is right!" said Optimus. "Because he wasn't careful . . . and because he loved his friends so much . . ."

"What?" wondered Exillion seeing Optimus' mood change from angered to saddened.

"Exillion," sighed Optimus. "Your power is different from Hot Shot's . . . you are not cursed to bare Unicron . . . only Primus, but of the two who is greater?"

"Primus," said Exillion with ease.

"And so which must you take care of more?" asked Optimus.

"I guess which ever is the strongest," said Exillion. "But wouldn't Primus protect those who he loves from evil?! Those decepticons weren't supposed to be there!"

"I know Exillion, I know," sighed Optimus having enough troubles with the decepticons. "They are rising to greatness . . . and it seems it's only a matter of time till they . . ."

"Take over? But if you let me fight I can help with Primus' power!" said Exillion. "I'm ready!"

"No you are not!" said Optimus. "Look at you! you are only 17 millenniums old! You are too young! . . . you remind me so much of a transformer I knew of a long time ago. He was just like you . . . eager to save those he loved . . . to help . . . to fight, but he was inexperienced and he found out the hard way."

"What became of him them?" asked Exillion.

"He became a great leader," said Optimus recalling the 'bot's life.

"There, you see! I can become one too!" smiled Exillion.

"So you're ready to become me huh?" asked Optimus raising his metal brow.

"Wha-? . . . you were like that?" asked Exillion utterly shocked that his grandfather was EVER like that in his ENTIRE life.

Optimus shook his head recalling it. He smiled a soft smile at his grandson and said-

"I'm afraid my son inherited my trates and attitude . . . and so did my grandson."

Exillion just bowed his head and sighed saying-

"I just want to help. I always wanted to help 'cause I know I can make a great difference with my powers . . . I just need help getting them to the fullest of its extent . . . I was kind of hoping you'd help me out," smiled Exillion.

Optimus let out a soft chuckle and placed a hand on Exillion's shoulder and said-

"I may not know anything about powers and baring them, but I will try to help and shape you into that Prime warrior you want to be."

"Thanks grandpa," smiled Exillion. "I look forward to it. Can we start soon?"

"Son you're only 17,000," chuckled Optimus.

"Come on, please!" begged Exillion.

"Are you ready Exillion? 'cause I won't hold back on you," warned Optimus.

"Yes!" smiled Exillion.

"As long as your mother approves," said Optimus.

"I'm sure she will, now if she does what do you say?" asked Exillion.

"How 'bout tomorrow?" asked Optimus.

"Perfect!" smiled Exillion. "We can start early in the morn-"

"After school," added Optimus. "You're not getting off that easily."

"Awww," kicked Exillion crossing his arms and bowing his head. "Alright."

"Good, now don't use those powers again 'cause if anything happened to you . . . it just may be the death of me," said Optimus.

"Yes sir," said Exillion marching off.

"It just may," sighed Optimus feeling as if he saw straight into the future.