A/N: I don't own Transformers.

With that said, I was wracking m brain even more when I wanted to add more kinda quickly, so I worked on this, along with some of my other ones. I know it's confusing, and I can't promise that it won't get more confusing lol. I tried to make it sound like it makes sense, even though I am still a little confused. Don't ask how a writer confuses themselves with their own writing, I managed to.

This is one of my, if not my only story I have been writing on the fly, without a beta, so if there are mistakes, let me know :D

On with it, huh?

Hot Rod wasn't sure what was going on as his systems booted up. He felt different, very different. He felt his core programming switched on him. How the hell? His internal clock was telling him only seconds passed, but that couldn't be right. He continued to bring his systems online slowly. He had to warn them, and his systems booted quicker, "Careful, not too fast," Ratchets voice was there. His optics started onlining and he found himself on a berth in the med bay, this time it wasn't the same and it was a mere few seconds ago. It was Ratchet's profile that came first to his view, "Hot Rod, are you functional?"

Why was everyone asking that? Of course he was functional, couldn't Ratchet scan that? The younger bot nodded, "I'm alive… I think," he responded, his voice deeper, yet still confused as his processor tried to catch on to everything at the same time. What the hell had happened?

Sam! He remembered, "Ratchet, you have to warn Optimus! You have to get Sam here and you gotta get him here double time!" Ratchet gave Rodimus a look of disbelief as he barked out orders as though he'd been a leader as long as Optimus.

"Hi Rodimus," A sneered voice came from the other side of the room. He knew the voice immediately. The voice had elaborated his name. Sideswipe. He moved to sit, but was held back by Ratchet, "Not now, Hot Rod," with that he gave Sideswipe a questioning look. Why had he just called him that? He could have sworn he told him not to. It then clicked, and his face went blank.

Rodimus sat staring at everyone for the longest moment. His memory was returning to him. He didn't like what he was seeing, either. First it was the warning about Sam. Then Starscream. He'd defected? What would ever cause that sniveling little cockroach to change sides? Optimus was dead, again. Then the fact they brought him back as… a Prime… using the Matrix of Leadership to bring him online, apparently in the future which apparently followed him back to the current time. No way. Noooo… implausible. No one ever heard of two Primes in the same existence. In the young leader's optics was emptiness as he worked the problem, "Hot Rod?" Ratchet tried to call him back from his stare, only to hear Sideswipe, "It's Rodimus, Rod-i-mus." He enunciated to the CMO, who gave him a glare.

Rodimus came out of his memory trance and his right hand twitched as he continued to stare outwards, it went right to his chest and he fumbled around, reaching and pressing a release hidden under his armor and his chest plates parted, revealing the glow of not only his spark, but a second Matrix. He dared not look down, but he knew he could feel it. Ratchet was staring, and he swore he heard the CMO take a hard intake of air. As if seeing it would be his worst nightmare, his optics trudged down. He stared at it. This was wrong. Way wrong. It was the wrong of wrongs. He quickly closed his chest plate and then silently stood, confused and frustrated. How could they possibly think they could send him back without repercussions like this? What was Wheeljack thinking?

Ratchet went to reach for him, but Rodimus gave him a look as if to try it, which made Ratchet glare back, as if it was a staring contest, and Ratchet snorted when Rodimus held the glare longer than he had expected. Optic to optic stare challenges weren't unheard of. The last one to look away was the dominant one, not even unheard of by most other creatures of Earth, even humans, but Rodimus didn't look away for a brief moment and he even seemed to smirk at Ratchet's reaction.

Ratchet was at a loss for words. He knew something wasn't right when a second matrix showed itself to his optics. He also knew it wasn't right for Hot Rod – or Rodimus – whatever his name was to be challenging him like that. His own mind was spiraling about the implications from the second Matrix also. How in Cybertron had Hot Rod ended up with the Matrix? That just made no sense. That was going to pose a problem. There were never 2 Matrix's in the same time, and his mind went to work. 

How badly he needed Wheeljack right now. He grumbled something before chasing the twins from his bay so he could think.

Rodimus made his way to the outside and stared out. His hands at his sides, he felt defeated, yet still confused about Sam. Why in the world would Sam befriend of all mechs, the leader of the Decepticons? And who was this more powerful Megatron. Galvatron, that was his name, right?

"Wheeljack! What were you thinking!" he suddenly yelled out into the sky. This caused everyone to jump because his voice was fuller, more meaningful, and deeper. Ironhide and Optimus looked out to see him cursing the Engineer with all he had before dropping to the ground. He had such a vocabulary of English curses too, wow.

Something was definitely going on with the younger leader. Optimus felt it and assumed it had to do with the fact that his brain possibly fried from all the current. They all figured he had been struck down, something Hot Rod was positive was harmless, but he did go down. And he didn't get back up. Not until now, and now he's ranting like a lunatic at someone who wasn't even there, "Do you have any idea what you've done!? How you ever seen two Primes? Have you ever tried this before!" He continued to yell.

Two Primes? It hit the older leader like a ton of rocks and if he could have paled, he would have. This situation needed to be handled with a lot of care. Optimus nodded towards Rodimus and Ironhide nodded before Optimus walked past him, making his way to the younger leader.

"Are you alright Hot Rod?"

"Do I look alright?"

"Well, no, you look… different,"

That's because I am different. "Wheeljack doesn't think sometimes," The younger bot said, "to think he could bring me to there and send me back using the Matrix,"

What in Primus was the youngling going on about? "What? Wheeljack? What are you talking about?"

"Wheeljack, as much as I like him, is brainless sometimes. I assume they used the Matrix, I guess, to bring me to the future to warn me about Sam," That's right, Sam was the Allspark. Why hadn't it registered in any of their minds?

"They? What are you talking about?"

"Ultra Magnus, Ratchet, Kup, Wheeljack." Rodimus pointed to each finger as he named them off, "You would think that Magnus would have enough smarts not to let Wheeljack do what he did,"

"What about Samuel?"

"He's the Allspark, or will be… or something, anyway, he sent me back with this information and now, here I am,"

"Sam's the Allspark? When? How?"

"I-." Rodimus' shoulders sank, "I don't know, they didn't tell me much, there wasn't much time,"

"Hot Rod, you need to tell me everything, now,"

"Stop calling me that, it's Rodimus," he shot the other leader a look, grumbling something under his breath as if he didn't care to have this wrought down on him.

Rodimus looked up, feeling the breeze blow over his face before he looked Optimus in the optic again, "I don't know when, I don't know how, I don't know why. Hell I don't know what I know anymore, Optimus, but I do know that they told me that Sam is the Allspark and he befriends…" Rodimus didn't want to continue, as if saying them made them come true. Apparently the Decepticons kill you… again. He deliberately left that note out.

"Who, Rodimus, who?"

"Galvatron,"

"Who's Galvatron?" He spoke the name and he'd already tensed. He didn't like it, not one iota.

Rodimus stared at Optimus a long moment, "We need to get Sam here and protect him,"

Optimus glared at Rodimus, "Who is Galvatron?" he asked again, this time his own voice was more demanding. Rodimus gave Optimus a look before he sent a message to Ironhide.

/Ironhide, go and get Bumblebee and Sam, bring them here now, it's an emergency./

/What? For what? Who are you to be barking orders?/

/Don't argue with me, Ironhide, Sam is in danger, lots of it./

/Sam? Danger? I'm on it./

Optimus gave a look to Rodimus as he gave that order and watched as his soldier did as commanded. He wasn't sure what to feel at that particular moment, but he didn't let him bother him now. Sam was a priority, and even more so if he was as Rodimus said, the Allspark, "Galvatron is Megatron, only beefed up,"

"Beefed up?" Optimus countered curiously, "Megatron? He's dead, Rodimus,"

"Hn? Oh, I mean he's a lot stronger than he was before, and I know was dead, Optimus, but somehow he is brought back and Sam befriends him!"

The talking of the future in the now tense from the future past was most confusing, even for Optimus, who seemed to quirk an eye ridge. He was talking as if Galvatron was in the now, and Sam was already his friend. As if things had already started to fall.

"Rodimus!" both of the twins said in unison. Rodimus turned on his heel to see the two coming at him, "What now?"

"We are just happy to have you back!" The twins happy to be under his command? What the…?

"Why? So you can prank me more?" Obviously his mood was sour. It even rivaled the moods of Sunstreaker.

"What are you complaining about, sir? You're Prime again!" Sideswipe grinned.

"You know we will follow your command to the ends of any planet we befall, Rodimus," Sunstreaker said, seeming almost as if he was being a traitor to the current Prime. But somehow he wasn't, because Rodimus was Prime too, so what exactly was it that they were doing by offering themselves freely to the younger leader? Well that was just totally uncharacteristic of the yellow twin, wasn't it?

"Not like I chose it," Rodimus looked away towards the ground, his brow ridges furrowed in disappointment, remembering that Optimus falls again, he knew he had to protect him, now, "Damn you Wheeljack," he groaned to himself. He was just as worried for Sam as everyone else, but also worried about the double Prime predicament.

He gave both of the twins a look of disgust, but not at them, it was pointed more towards Wheeljack, although even though he knew he was coming, he couldn't take it out on him, it wasn't this time's Wheeljack that did it, it was the future one. This was all so confusing. How much more could his processor take.

The Ark would make landfall – literally – soon. They had to prepare, for sure, and Optimus had made a call to SOD Keller to alert him about Area 51's incoming – very large – space ship. How big was it? Well the Ark was about 2 miles from one wingtip to the other. None of the humans had ever seen something so large, and all of the Autobots doubted they could hide it as it came in.

"I am sending William and Sergeant Epps out to you now," Keller told Optimus.

"Very well," Optimus said across the web camera mounted on a monitor. Behind him Rodimus appeared and Keller stood silent for a moment before saying more, "Who is that in the background with you?" he knew about Hot Rod but not this other monolith that stood nearly as tall as Optimus.

"Formerly known as Hot Rod," Optimus said.

"Formerly? Did he go through some sort of change?"

"Yeah, some sort of change," Rodimus echoed with a grumble in the background, yet loud enough that Keller heard him.

"Didn't do much for his attitude, I see," for that, he got a pair of azure blue optics fixed on the computer screen. They didn't look happy. In fact, they looked more like they were ready to shoot death rays or something from them. Apparently he had insulted the larger version of Hot Rod.

"So you say it will crash?" he continued on his conversation, cold chills that Rodimus left from his death glare gone, "When?"

"Soon," Rodimus offered, "I told them why it will crash, maybe Wheeljack in all his brilliance will stop it from crashing," he made his way closer to the monitor, leaning down to talk to Keller directly. They always looked so small on the monitor which they spoke through, even though Keller knew otherwise.

"You are well aware that Wheeljack is coming in on that craft, Rodimus," Optimus had turned his attention to Rodimus, completely away from the monitor as if Keller suddenly didn't exist.

"I know this, I can't say anything, it's not the right timeline, he doesn't know now,"

Keller was now getting curious. What were they talking about? He was never told where the three other Autobots came from, and as it seemed, it wasn't about to be told, because every time he 

approached Optimus about it, he was told it was too complicated, even for the Earth's best scientists and engineers. They could use someone like this Wheeljack guy. Perhaps the bot, when he arrives, will be willing to help boost the USA's technology.

He saw Optimus nod to Rodimus, who swiftly walked off of screen. Optimus turned back towards the screen that still had Keller on it, "Let's just hope everything goes alright," Optimus said a bit sullen. He then, without another word, disconnected the video call. There were other things to be attending to.

Ironhide pulled up shortly after Optimus was done with the video call, he had a yellow bot behind him, and in the yellow bot, three teenagers. Wait, three? He didn't recognize him, he had blond hair and seemed excite to get out of the car. He stared a long moment before going to see who it was, but the twins beat him to it, they were both looking on the car as Bumblebee was getting picked up and fumbled about as the twins wanted to see the humans. They had both immediately taken a liking to Sam and Mikaela, who sometimes seemed to be as mischievous as they were themselves, so it was no surprise they liked them so much. Younglings.

"Come on, let them out, Bee!"

"Put me down, and I just might, Sides!" Bee countered, his engine growling in protest.

"Fine, fine, just let them out, I wanna see! And who's the new guy?" Sideswipe said as he set the yellow Camaro down and backed up as his doors flew open and three teenagers found themselves on the outside of the car and Bee transformed. Miles was standing stark still. Sure, he was told about the Cybertronians, was told they were also huge, but nothing prepared him to meet face to foot with one really big bot. The bot was looking down at him, a smile clear on his faceplate, "I know you," he couldn't hide the smile.

"How is it you know me but I don't know you?"

"Because you do know me, you just don't know me yet,"

"How am I to possibly know you but not know you yet, even though I have never seen you before in my life?" The conversation made Miles seem to calm down a little, even though he was arguing a riddle with one of the best riddlers ever possible, "Because, Miles, I am from the future,"

"Well that explains it," he said putting his hands in the air, pretending to follow along, "a giant robot comes from the future to tell me he knows me, Great..." Inside, Miles was curious if he had finally gone over the deep end, "What's next? You'll tell me that I am some kinda hero, too, right?" He gave Sideswipe another cautious look before looking towards Sunstreaker, who was only glaring at him, and then his eyes went to Bee, then the transformed Ironhide, who was stalking towards the gigantic doors to the hangar. That guy seemed to scare him the most. He was gruff and had a temperament that made him flinch when he spoke.

"Nothing bad about that," Sideswipe hunched down and looked at Miles, not answering the hero thing, because he wasn't quite sure what Miles would be now.

Miles whistled and put his hands in his pockets before he started to saunter off, thinking if he could get away from the thing that claimed to know him, things might make more sense. He hadn't, however expect a giant foot to stave his path and he stopped dead in his tracks. This foot was huge compared to the others. He followed the foot up the shin, the leg, up the mid section to the chest plates to the face and his mouth was open with a gawk, "Wow," he whispered.

Optimus regarded the teen with a friendly smile, He didn't know the kid, but apparently the twins did. He hadn't said anything, and was wondering why the teen was gawking like that, which made him step back, "Uh, hi," Miles finally managed; his neck craned back far enough it hurt.

"Greetings, youngling," Optimus nodded as he knelt down to get a better look at him. And that is when Rodimus walked out. He took a double take of the one who was staring at Optimus. He knew him. He was one of Sam's men from the future. Sideswipe's best friend aside from himself and Sunstreaker, "Miles," Rodimus said, walking his way to Optimus, only to have the teen crane his neck to look at him. He watched an exchange of looks between the two giant bots, weird noises coming from them, and then they both looked at him. Suddenly he felt really small. Like an ant.

"Miles, is it?" Optimus nodded to the teen.

"Y-yeah," he replied, still staring at the two, his eyes unsure of which he wanted to watch most, the impressively large guy or the other impressively large bot. Sam and Mikaela each joined his side and he sighed internally, looking to them, "Come on, we'll show you around,"

"You sure those things are safe? I mean, look at them! Their huge!"

"They're not things, their Autobots. And yes, their perfectly safe." Mikaela corrected, giving a second look to Rodimus, confused about him a moment before dragging Miles from the two hulking figures.