A/N: I do not own Transformers.

Another installment. Let's see how 'ole Wheeljack takes some important news...

Wheeljack decided first to choose an alt form instead of his proto-form. It was in his core to instantly blend in with the environment and he quickly took on the image of a vehicle that appealed to him, having an array of about 40 to choose from. It was a White 2007 Ford Expedition. He instantly copied it and changed into it, his grille sporting an Autobot symbol rather than a ford emblem. He headed back to the base with the rest, Ironhide having Prowl in the bed of his truck was quite an interesting sight, he did agree.

"Rodimus," He pulled to where the other 18 wheeler was not far from Optimus, "What did you mean by it being my idea?"

"Well it was," Rodimus answered smugly. He kind of liked taunting Wheeljack like that. Just another form of payback, because he knew Wheeljack was gonna suffer until he had all the answers and could formulate a theory and all that stuff. Oh this was going to be fun.

"How?" was the only word Wheeljack could ask, although his processor running miles a second coming up with it's own puzzle to solve. How could he do something he hadn't known he'd done? That was preposterous! Wheeljack knew what he was doing every moment of his life, even if he'd blown things and himself up, he knew it was him that did it, so what was this youngling go on about?

"You came up with it, you designed it, you made it function, it was your fault!"

The twins heard the conversation and couldn't help trying to hold back their laughter knowing well what Rodimus was referring to.

"But how? I would know if I designed something, Rodimus,"

"Well not only that, the other one was your idea too. I often wonder if you thought about the repercussions after the fact, Wheeljack," Rodimus grinned after getting nothing but a few Cybertronian confused words. The twins were outwardly snickering at Wheeljack now. One in front of him and one behind him. Ratchet started to slow when he heard the twins snickering. What were they up to? He slowed until he was between Wheeljack and Rodimus.

Why was Rodimus talking to him as if he'd been around him before they first left, as if he wasn't even missed, "What else was my idea, Rodimus?"

"That's why there's two Matrix's now,"

Wheeljack was silenced. At the same time, Ratchet grew smart to what Rodimus was doing and he jumped in, "Rodimus, just tell him the truth,"

"I am," Rodimus said with a smug tone.

"tell him the right way, you're confusing him." Ratchet snarled.

"I know," the younger leader sneered.

"Fine," Ratchet growled, "I will," he paused, moving to Wheeljack, keeping pace with him, "Wheeljack,"

"Huh? You gonna tell me it's my fault too?"

Poor guy was already guilty and he hadn't known what he had done yet! "Wheeljack," He started, trying to think of the bluntest way to say it, as it was sometimes the best way to get it through his high-wired processor, "Sideswipe, Sunstreaker and Rodimus are from the future."

All four tires locked up on the CME's body and he left black lines as he came to a sudden stop, diagonal from where he had just been going. Everyone else slowed to a stop when they saw the SUV stop like that. Had something gone wrong?

"Time is, time does," Wheeljack mumbled to himself, "Time can't be changed, it can't be fix, it just is. Time is destiny." He started a ranting to himself as he started to work that little bit of information, "Time can't be tampered with,"

"But you did, Wheeljack, you got us here." Sideswipe pulled closer to the SUV, "You helped us save Earth from Megatron's rule, you saved the Autobots, the universe," This was at least with the twin knew. Rodimus on the other hand had other ideas.

"Yes," Rodimus started, "You had, but something changed when Megatron was defeated," he paused, searching for the right words, "You brought me to life in the future from this new past to alert me of Sam and Galvatron."

The SUV took the information in slowly, processing it at least 4 times until he would finally accept it. So he had tampered with time? He had actually succeeded? It couldn't have been that bad. But another logic made it's way known. He had tampered with time to fix the past, but only further complicated things, "Who is Sam? Who is Galvatron?"

"Who is Galvatron?" The twins asked in unison, echoed behind them by Ironhide, "Galvatron?"

"We will get to that," Rodimus said abruptly to everyone, realizing his mistake, his attention went back to Wheeljack, "I guess you guys didn't know what ill effects would happen if you used a matrix to revive someone from the past, but you managed to,"

"But, but,"

"You brought me back to life so I could know of the coming dangers in the past ,or the current time, but in doing so, I became a prime again in this time," he paused waiting for an answer, when he got none, he continued, "Somehow the Matrix came back to the past with me in the now."

Optimus started to get a little wary of the traffic and the odd cars parked along side the road, so did the first thing he could think of. They needed to get back to base. The convoy started to move again, Wheeljack was at the very back with Ratchet behind him. Ratchet knew that when this bot was thinking more than usual, that he was coming up with something, looking for answers and downright distracted from anything else, and that may have even included the first nature of driving.

/Two Primes in the same existence? Did I hear that right?/ The CME sent over a private line directed to only Ratchet.

/Correct./

"Sam is a great friend of the Autobots, a human, which you will see when we get back to the base," Optimus broke the silent conversation. He deliberately failed to mention about the Allspark, already knowing the CME was already having a really hard time accepting any of this.

/Ok, two Primes can't be good. It's never happened in… in our existence!/

/Also Correct./

'Anyone ever tell you how much of a bore you are to talk to sometimes?' /We need to find a way to fix this/

/Right. When you figure out how, you let me know./

Rodimus knew no others but him and Optimus knew about Galvatron. They only knew about Sam. Both of the leaders were dreading having to tell them that the menacing Lord High Protector, leader of the Decepticons was coming back to life.

'Oh, no you didn't just pin me with that impossible task, Mr. Grouch.' Well it wasn't like he wasn't up for the challenge. /Me? Why me? You have a science like processor too, you're not walking away from this one, Ratch./

/I already wracked my processor for an answer, and I came up with nothing that wouldn't involve the death of a Prime, or worse yet, a planetary explosion and a dead Prime./

/Planetary explosion?/

/Correct, I figure with your better abilities than I, maybe you can think of something less… destructive for once./

Silence.

The rest of the ride was silent except for the twins talking amongst themselves and Ratchet and Wheeljack trying to figure out how to fix this whole ordeal.

Back at base, William and Epps had been watching outside the doors for their giant friends. They felt something akin to an earthquake wrack them, and assumed that's exactly what it had been. When the thought of spaceships, they weren't sure what to expect from one that belong to complicated giant alien robots, but both of them envisioned a giant spinning disk over the base, yet it never came. Instead, came a convoy of cars, Bumblebee peeking his head out also when Miles, Sam and Mikaela heard them coming, "They're back!" Where's the ship?

Optimus pulled up to the front, Rodimus stopping behind him, but Ratchet, Wheeljack Ironhide with something in his bed kept moving until they disappeared into Ratchet's makeshift med bay. The teens watched them go and Miles was the first to speak up, "What's up with them?"

"Prowl was injured in the crash,"

"Crash?" all of the teens asked at the same time even as the two men standing there.

"Yes, unfortunately, it still crashed." Rodimus said, a but down. It was doomed to crash.

"Is he ok? Prowl I think?" William asked.

"Yes, he will be fine, but he probably won't be fine when we fill him in on everything,"

None of the humans knew what he was referring to, so they didn't ask, yet Will wanted to ask something, "Which makes me ask," Will looked up to the nose of the Blue and red semi and he folded his arms, "About that," he raised his brow, "Care to fill us all in on this?"

"Fill you in on what?"

"Oh, come on, do you guys really think we don't know there's something you're not telling us? We might not be so advanced, but we are nowhere near stupid."

"I would never insult your intelligence, William,"

"It's Will – and I never said you did, but we would all like to be told about your little secret,"

"Yeah, Optimus," Sam interjected, "We know there is something up with Hot Rod – er – Rodimus,"

"And why you guys suddenly feel the need to guard Sam like he's a prized possession," Miles added.

Well this wasn't going good. He didn't want to have to tell Sam about the Allspark thing until after Ratchet had confirmed it, which he hadn't, as no residual signs made itself known. "We will explain everything once Prowl is functioning," Rodimus announced before Optimus could protest, "You deserve to know, Sam,"