A/N: Woah, I wasn't expecting so many reviews… wow I got like three different people review … that's a lot for me. Keep 'em coming! They are much appreciated! I think I made the character out to be too bitchy. Ehh, tell me what you think.

This would have been updated last night instead of 7 am but fanfiction was being more bitchy than I made the character.

"His designation is Unicron."

"Ha! You expect us to believe Unicron is real! Nice try." Ratchet scoffed.

Optimus ignored his medical officer. "You said that you were his other half. What do you mean?"

"Optimus! You cannot be believing her right now!" Ratchet objected. Optimus dismissed Ratchet's statement with a simple raise of his servo.

"Ohh! A mech in charge. I likey." The femme winked.

"Your answer, please."

The femme sighed. "I hate strictly business types." The femme took a deep intake of air and then released it. "Unicron is destruction. Correct?" Optimus nodded. "What do you have to do before you can destroy?"

Optimus thought for moment. "Create." His optics widened. "Primus!"

The femme smirked. "That's my designation, don't wear it out!" Primus giggled. "Earth sayings are quite fun, even for the most extravagant me!"

*BANG*

"You're medic glitched."

Optimus sighed. "So I can see."

"While we wait for the blue guy to reboot, or preferably reformat, your medic, do you have a place for me to shower. I am covered in disgusting lower beings."

"I have a name." The blue mech mumbled.

"I know. It's Jolt. I just don't want to use it." Primus mumbled back.

Primus, this is going to be difficult. Optimus thought.

"I heard that, scrap pile!"

Optimus groaned. "There are showers down the hall. First door on the left."

"Thanks!" Primus yelled as she ran from the med bay.

"Please watch out for the-"

"EWW! Oh me! What the pit is that!"

"-humans." Optimus finished lamely. "Jolt, I will be back." Optimus walked out of the hall to see Primus holding a human in her servos examining it. The poor human would let out a yell each time she twisted her servo for a new angle of view.

"Huh. These must be that God guy's creations. He was always a fragging weirdo."

"Put the human down." Optimus instructed.

Primus snapped her head, and glared at him. "Did you just order me to do something, Descendant?" she growled.

"You will hurt the human if you don't put it down." Optimus reasoned.

Primus didn't move. She just stared Optimus down. "I had to choose the Iaconian archivist. Didn't I?" The femme snorted in disgust as she put the human down, and continued on her way to wash away the disgusting "lower beings" from her frame.

Jolt watched the slouched frame of his Prime walk into the Med bay. "I am sorry, Jolt. You were supposed to be off duty today."

"It's fine, Prime. After all it's not everyday a bot can see Ratchet like this. Who was the femme?"

Optimus groaned. "She claims to be Primus."

"Yeah, right. Everybot knows Primus is a mech."

"What?" Optimus asked.

"What do you mean what?"

"Jolt, what did you say about Primus?"

"All I said was that Primus was a mech."

Optimus sat on a berth. "If that is true, then that femme cannot be Primus."

"That's what I said."

"Thank you Jolt, and good luck with Ratchet." Optimus left the Med bay in a rush. He knew the one thing that would have the answer he needed.

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"Teletraan One, please look up all information on Primus." Optimus instructed the system. He did a quick scan over the results.

"Jolt said you were looking for something."

Optimus quickly turned around. "Prowl, what do you know about Primus? More specifically, do you believe Primus to be a mech or a femme?"

Prowls door wings straightened up in confidence. "It would be logical to assume Primus is a mech."

"Why? Is there any proof? In all the archives, and stories of Primus I have found, Primus has never been called a mech or a femme."

"The designation sounds like that of a mech." Prowl answered, his door wings lowering a bit.

"Hmm." Optimus contemplated his second in command's answer.

"My designation does not sound like a mech's!"

Optimus looked at the door way to see the femme with her arms crossed, and a pouting face. "Primus, this is-"

"I know who he is." Primus answered. "Why does everybot assume I do not know the designations of any other bot?"

"I do not have an answer for that." Prowl answered sincerely.

"I like you. You know who to respect."

"It would be illogical for me to disrespect any other bot unless I want to be disrespected."

"Nevermind. You're not liked anymore." Primus walked further into the room from her place leaning on the doorway. "Looking me up? I was not aware you were the stalkerish type, Optimus."

"I was merely trying to prove, or disprove, of you being Primus."

"You do not believe I am who I claim to be?" Optimus was silent causing the pure white femme's anger beginning to boil over. "I asked you a question, Prime!"

"That is no way to talk to the leader of the Autobots!" Prowl stepped in.

"You do not want to cross me, Praxian. I know your deepest darkest secrets. Especially the ones about a certain gray Praxian."

Prowls door wings flared. "Those are nothing that anybot in this room does not know about!"

"And what about the people outside this room?"

"Enough!" Optimus yelled.

"Do not boss me around!" Primus glared at the blue and red mech. "I came here with a warning for you! Do not treat me as an unwelcome guest!"

Prowl glared at the femme. "You are suspicious."

"Prowl." Optimus warned. "We did not mean to treat you as an unwelcome guest. I am sorry if it was portrayed that way, but when a strange femme shows up and warns us of a war, it is hard to not be suspicious of them."

"I do not want to know your ridiculous reasons. I want your attitude towards me, as your creator, to be annihilated."

"Of course." Optimus agreed.