Once again...I don't own anything accept perhaps orginal OC's. I've added a few words

(which I don't own) by Stan Bush, they are from his song 'Til All Are One.' (evil smirk)

See if ya can find them!

At the end of the last chapter…

Rodimus Prime clenched his jaw and narrowed his optics in fury as he gazed at the insane femme, "Elita-One," he growled out, "Or should I say Blackarachia?"

"I prefer mother from you... my sweet spark," she cooed out as ran a claw over his jaw.

"I prefer not!" he shouted as he pushed her out of his face and made an attempt to reach Jazz who was piloting the shuttle. Blackarachia hissed out in anger as she pointed her hand at him…before he knew it…her webbing had wrapped around his legs and pinned his arms behind his back. As he fell down onto the floor, he yelled out, "Elita One, died the day Optimus Prime did in Autobot City…whatever is left in you is a cheap knock off!"

Growling out in rage she stalked toward him...gripped his jaw so hard that he hissed out in pain, and growled out, "I will not tolerate such insolence…even from my own metal and energon!"

"Shall I sedate him again, my Queen?" droned out Jazz as he came up behind her.

"No!" she yelled out and gestured toward the pilot's chair, "Just get us to Earth; and slave…take your time!"

"My Queen?"

"Aggh!" she screamed out and then she hit Jazz across his face so hard that he fell to the floor, "Go slowly…take the long route…I don't slagging care! I just need time with my son!"

"Yes, my Queen," he stated as got off the floor and went back toward the pilot's chair.

Rodimus looked at her in a mixture of disgust and anger, "Why in the pit did you do that?!"

She shrugged indifferently as she replied, "Sacrifices have to be made for the greater good…at least that was what Alpha Trion told me when he forced me to give you up to Ultra Magnus."

He closed his optics for a moment as he tried to calm down; finally he looked at her and asked, "What does that have to do with ensnaring Jazz with your power and hitting him?"

She didn't answer, but merely went back to him…stroking his jaw with her claw, "My little sparkling…I have been using my power on you since you woke…why you won't come into your mother's web? Why, oh…why? Is it the Prime Heritage? The Matrix or is it because you are my son? Is it all three?"

As she continued repeating herself, Rodimus sat up on the floor and heaved a heavy sigh, he thought, 'I should have said no to Jazz's crazy switch a roo plan as soon as I heard it! Primus…please let someone…anyone…give Chromia and Prowl some idea what has happened to me as well as Jazz!'

Meanwhile on Earth…Ark's Command Center…

"I don't care what Jazz told you," growled out Chromia as she gave a hard stare at Kup, Hound, Cliffjumper, Blurr, and Gears, "I am telling you now that he is now under Blackarachia's power and that they both have Prime! Lt. Caine…"

"Lt. Caine, bah!" interrupted Gears furiously, "Magnus is right! Lt. Caine is just a figment of Prime's imagination!"

"Gears," warned Chromia, "You're treading on insubordination…"

"Lass," softly interrupted Kup, "I know I made some mistakes in dealing with Prime…"

"Some!" she yelled out in disbelief, "That is an understatement if I ever heard one, you old fragger!"

Kup closed his optics in misery, "I know…I realized that now!" he yelled back as he opened his optics to give her a stern look, "But, even I have a hard time believing…"

"Oh, for Primus's sake!" she shouted out as she threw up her hands in the air in aggravation, "You want Lt. Caine?! Fine, we'll get you Lt. Caine!"

Realizing what she was going to do, Yellow Light warned her, "Chromia are you sure this is a good idea? I mean we're so close to…"

"Pit, yes!" she roared out, "At this point, I don't slagging care! And if I am going to die in battle with Elita…I would dearly love to see the expression on one of the fraggers' faces on how much trouble they are in after making Prime's life recently…a living pit!"

Silence reigned over the room, finally Hound asked warily, "Lt. Caine…our new SIC…has been with you all of this time?"

Chromia didn't answer him, but ordered, "Green Light, contact Lt. Caine. Tell him not to respond to you and to come to the command center, immediately!" She gave an evil smirk to the mechs on the screen, "Be sure to tell him that Kup as well as a couple of old friends are not responding to his orders!"

Green Light winced as she remembered the furious bellow from last night; she tentatively called out over the comm., "Green Light to Lt. Caine…"

A bit earlier…outside the Ark's Entrance…

"Me Slag don't understand, me thought We Dinobots going to Dinobot Island! Why is Him Grimlock leading us to Ark, when Him Grimlock told Him Aft-Magnus that We Dinobots going to Dinobot Island?!" he complained as he, Snarl, and Sludge walked behind Grimlock up the mountain toward the Ark.

"Me Grimlock king, and shouldn't have to explain to Him Slag!" he shouted back as he shook his fist at the triceratops, "But, Me Grimlock in good mood…so Me Grimlock going to explain! Him Lt. Caine has ordered Me Grimlock to lie to Him Aft Magnus about where We Dinobots are going and to meet Him Lt. Caine at Ark! Her Blackarachia going to attack Autobot City…Him Lt. Caine has counter attack ready! And before Him Slag asks why Him Lt. Caine wanted Me Grimlock to lie to Him Aft Magnus…it because Him Aft Magnus has brought Autobot City down to green level!"

He's fellow Dinobots were silent for a moment as they processed his words, finally Snarl hissed out in anger, "Me Snarl say that stupid!"

"Me Sludge agree!" he shouted as he shook head in disgust.

"Me Slag ask why don't Him Aft Magnus just lay out welcome mat for Her Blackarachia?!" he bellowed in fury.

Grimlock snorted in agreement, "Me Grimlock say that last night to Him Red Alert!" He caught sight of Moonracer's figure at the entrance, he smiled and said, "And there is reason for Me Grimlock's good mood!"

"Um… Her Moonracer?" Sludge asked in confusion.

"No," said Grimlock gleefully, "Her Moonracer is more than meets the optic!"

His follow Dinobots looked at him in further confusion as they stopped in front of the femme…their confusion soon turned to surprise as they heard Prowl's voice speaking out of Moonracer's shell, "Good job in getting away from the City without arousing Ultra Magnus's suspicions, Grimlock."

Before Grimlock could respond, Slag stuttered out, "H-him P-Prowl?"

"Yes, it's me Slag," he quickly responded and then turned his attention back to Grimlock, "Since Sludge and Snarl are sub-mechs, I'll need them guarding the secret…"

"Him Prowl alive…is Him Ratchet…" Sludge started to ask but couldn't due to the fact he became choked up with happiness as well as grief.

Prowl looked at him sadly as he softly whispered, "No…I am sorry, Sludge…I am the only survivor; and I wouldn't have been able to survive if it wasn't for Swoop."

A depressing silence fell on them, until Snarl began to chuckle…which soon turn to full blown laughter; when he finally was able to catch his breath, he said, "Him Swoop right for once; Him Aft Magnus going down... and Me Snarl sorry to say Him Kup too!"

This sentence brought the Dinobots out of their depression, soon Grimlock was chuckling gleefully; Slag and Snarl were on the ground, rolling around in laughter; and as for Sludge…he transformed and gave Prowl a big hug, "Me Sludge glad that You Prowl alive!"

Prowl coughed out, "Thank you, Sludge…but can you please let me go? I need air!"

"Oh!" he exclaimed, "Me Sludge sorry…but me Sludge so happy You Prowl alive! Him Prime needs someone that doesn't see Him Prime as sparkling!"

"So, I've heard…" growled out Prowl as he remembered the events from last night as well as the evidence that Silverstar, Red Alert, and Grimlock presented to him about Ultra Magnus as well as Kup.

He was about to continue with his orders, when his comm. unit activated, "Green Light to Lt. Caine, don't respond…but please come to the command center, immediately. Kup, Gears, Blurr, Hound, and Cliffjumper are not following your orders; Chromia believes its time to spill the energon and let them in on our little secret."

Prowl closed his optics and slowly counted to ten in his processor…in several different languages; when he felt he was calm enough, he opened his optics and ordered, "Grimlock, go to Silverstar…she's in Ironhide's old office and knows what you as well as the other Dinobots need to do. I, apparently, need to bring back some form of order to our ranks earlier than I anticipated!"

As stalked toward the command center, Grimlock chuckled out, "Me Grimlock wish Me Grimlock was a bug on the wall for this conversation!"

In the command center…

Silence reigned over everyone as Chromia kept staring at the mechs on the screen with an evil smirk on her face, finally Gears stated, "I don't like that look on your face, Chromia."

"What look?" she purred out to him.

"He's right," agreed Hound, "That's the same look on your face when you and Ironhide sneaked out of Icon City that one time in order to blow up Shockwave's latest weapon that was aiming at our afts!"

"Mmm, I remember that! Oh, we had such a good time and the interface afterwards…"

"Too much information, Chromia!" the mechs shouted as one as Moonracer came into the room, they looked at her in shock, finally Kup yelled out in astonishment, "That's Lt. Caine! Moonracer! What's the lad thinking?"

Cliffjumper snorted in agreement, "I'll tell ya what his thinking…nothing! Prime's got a few screws loose like his mother!"

Blurr frowned as he protested, "Primenotcrazy!"

As three of the mechs continued to hurl spiteful comments about both Prime and Moonracer, while Blurr protested in defense of Rodimus Prime; Hound was silent as he studied the body language of Moonracer, he thought to himself, 'Moonracer is not acting like herself…that stiff stance, folded arms, narrowed optics, and particular the frown remind me of…no... it can't be!' He interrupted the arguing as he stared at Moonracer in bewilderment, "Umm, guys…I don't think that's Moonracer…"

"Of course it is!" bellowed Cliffjumper as he pointed her out, "Who else could it be?!"

Before he could continue in his rant, Prowl interrupted sternly, "I believe what Hound is trying to tell you… is that I am alive and inhabiting Moonracer's shell."

"That's silly, Prowl!" exclaimed Gears, and then his optics went wide as he realized what he had just said, "Prowl?"

"No, it's the Easter Bunny," he said with sarcasm, "Of course, it's me! Yes, I'm alive and it's a long slagging story!"

Hound was about to say something, when Prowl stopped him with a raised hand, "Get to the coordinates that Yellow Light sent you," he ordered, "as soon as you land get your afts to the Ark, and don't contact Ultra Magus in order to tell him that your coming! He has fragged up my plan enough by lowering the security at Autobot City! Do you soldiers understand what's coming out of my vocalizer?!"

While Kup and Blurr gaped at him in surprise at his appearance and words; Hound, Cliffjumper, and Gears quickly realized that Prowl was indeed alive in a femme's shell as well as extremely pissed, "Yes, sir," they hastily responded to him.

"Good," he crisply told them and then gave a certain old mech a very hard stare, "If we have time before the battle…we are going to have a very long talk, Kup!"

He gulped in fear as he realized that what Rodimus Prime had done to him several Earth months ago, would be nothing compared to what Prowl was going to do to him, "Understood," he said as calmly as he could, "Shuttle Orion, out."

Chromia smiled in triumph as she chuckled out, "That was worth it! To the pit that Blackarachia or the Decptiocreeps finding out…Prowl?" She frowned as she looked at him; he was taking deep breaths and clutching his chest…his face etched in pain, "Are you all right?"

He winced as he painfully replied, "I think I need to take a quick trip to Gadget before anything else happens!"

A few minutes later…the Ark's Med Bay…

Gadget frowned as she ran her scanner over the mech-femme, "Terrific," she grumbled, "Swoop get me the CS-160 from the cabinet! Prowl, open your chest plates!"

Prowl sighed wearily from his position on the berth, as he opened Moonracer's chest plates, he asked, "How bad is it?"

"Bad," she muttered as she ran the scanner over the defliabator, "I don't suppose you would cooperate and stay in the med bay until after this slag with Blackarachia is over with?"

"No," he sternly told her, "Particularly when there is an eighty percent chance that she will win."

"Fine," she growled out, "If you're determine to fragg yourself…we're going to do this my way!" She looked over at Swoop whom was coming up beside her with a syringe, "Lesson time, Swoop!" She took the syringe from him, "All right, what is CS-160?"

"Me Swoop say its medicine dealing with injuries to the spark casing; can only be used twice in a Cybertrion lifetime due to its highly addictive nature," he replied as he watched her carefully.

"Right," she confirmed, "Instead of injecting it into the spark casing, I am going to inject it here," she pointed to a wire that connected the spark case to the defliabator, "and this is going to buy us some time…so pay attention! You may have to do this to mech-girl in the middle of the battle that's coming!"

"Me Swoop, understand!"

She grunted and told Prowl, "This is going to hurt a little."

As she injected the serum into the wire, Prowl screamed out so loud in pain that he could be heard all over the Ark.

"There," commented Gadget, "Now…"

Before she could say anything further, the door slammed opened and Silverstar as well as Grimlock burst into the room with guns drawn…Gadget scowled at them, "What are you fraggers doing in here?!"

"We heard…" Silverstar started to say, but was interrupted by the furious femme, "Prowl screaming in pain? Of course, you did…Swoop why couldn't I give mech-femme this shot under sedation?"

"Me Swoop say CS-160 doesn't work well when patient is under sedation," he dutifully replied.

"Very good, Swoop," she said as she picked up her favorite throwing wrench, "Now that the slaggers are in here…what should we do with them?"

Swoop smirked evilly as he picked up his throwing wrench that Gadget had recently gave him, "Me Swoop say they now targets."

"Exactly," she confirmed as she and Swoop threw their wrenches; they hit their targets…Silverstar and Grimlock respectively. "Get the slag out of my med bay!" bellowed Gadget. As they scurried out of the room, she turned her attention back to Prowl. "I am going to place a monitor on the deliberator, next time you have a spark attack…your going off the battle field and straight into surgery, understood?"

"Understood," he weakly responded.

"Good," she purred out and wagged a finger in front of his face, "Now, listen to me carefully Prowl, I've got further instructions for you…as much as I like to see you tear into Kup, Ultra Magnus…pit, even the twins! You're not going to because anything of that nature will raise your spark pressure and instead of going into battle…you'll be headed straight for operating table! In fact; if you glitch even once, your headed straight under my…Swoop's…even that slagging excuse of a CMO's… tender care! Do you understand, what is coming out of my vocalizer, Prowl?! I am not fragging about this…you're slagging life is on the line!"

Growling in irritation, he said with a slightly stronger voice, "Yes, Gadget…I understand!"

"Great! Swoop, hand me that monitor that's on my desk…" she ordered.

As she continued to give out orders to her assistant, Prowl thought to himself sadly, 'She is so much like Ratchet…Swoop as well…so much like him!'

A few minutes later…

As soon as she kicked Prowl out of the med bay, she handed Swoop what appeared to be…to a human…a giant electric wristwatch, "Swoop, wear this!" she ordered, "I have another one in my office, it's a bit out of date…but it's the only thing I've got that's going to help us read the feedback from the monitor I installed in Prowl."

"Me Swoop say okay," he told her as he put it on his wrist, "What did You Gadget mean that Him Prowl would be under Me Swoop's tender care if not careful?"

She was silent for a moment as she stared at her little brother in worry, he asked again with hesitation, "Me Swoop don't like that look! What did You Gadget mean about Him Prowl under Him First Aid's or Me Swoop's tender care?"

Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, she replied, "Swoop…"

"Get me the slag out of here Gadget!" interrupted Marrisa Fairborne from the quarantine room.

She and Swoop both sighed resignedly and he said, "Me Swoop say that Her Marrisa sounds like normal!"

She snorted in agreement, "For the moment, but I doubt that will last long! The Prime Heritage has always been unpredictable! In fact…there once was an entire library aisle in Delta City's Medical School devoted to the subject!"

"There was?" he asked as he slowly walked toward the quarantine room.

"Gadget! Swoop!" she shouted, "Let me out…now!"

She shrugged as she responded, "According to Dad's medical journal, yes there was before the war…Primus know what happened to it!"

"Me Swoop say pity, we could use it now!" he said and then asked their patient, "Her Marrisa back to normal?"

"If you mean by normal that I now have claws and fangs," she replied with sarcasm, "Why yes, I am perfectly normal!"

Gadget and Swoop stared at one another in shock; finally she screamed out in frustration and banged her head on the nearest berth, "Aaagh! What is that Primus spawn…pit! Swoop pick her up and get her on the berth…now!"

Meanwhile in Autobot City's med bay…

First Aid shook his head in frustration as he ran the scanner on Red Alert whom was currently leaning over his berth, throwing up like a newborn sparkling. "I really didn't need this today," he muttered under his breath, "Behind on paperwork…" He sighed in exasperation as he informed his patient, "You've ingested a bad batch of high grade, Red Alert… how in Primus's name did you manage that?! You're usual extremely careful on what you drink!"

Red Alert weakly muttered out, "Twins…switch…"

"Of course," he grumbled as he rolled his optics in annoyance, "I thought they would be too busy irritating their sister as well as the femmes at the Ark to even think of bothering with their usual targets here in the City…but apparently not! I'll contact Ultra Magnus; maybe he can do something about those dolt heads! In the meantime, stay here until it's out of your system!"

As First Aid strolled out of the med bay, Red Alert thought to himself, 'The things I do for the Autobots…willing drinking up a cube of bad high grade! Urk! Oh, well…at least I'll soon be able to get back at Aft Magnus; lowering the level to green when we should be on high alert!'

Suddenly, he heard a nose above…looking up at the ceiling, he watched Stigma dropping into the room from a nearby vent. As she came up to him with a syringe, he asked poorly, "Please, tell me that stuff is going to help me?"

"Affirmative," she replied as she gave him the injection that was a mixture of anti-nausea as well as something to stop him from hurling.

As the medicine started to do its work, he said, "Gadget was right; our dear CMO didn't give me any medicine from the bad energon, I wonder how she knew he would do that?"

Stigma shrugged in response, "Answer: I don't know. Query: Ready to proceed with plan?"

"Yes," he replied as he got up from the berth, "Let's go and start making Aft Magnus's life miserable! He's been asking for this for a long fragging time! Lowering to green level…hmph! How are we going to get to the auxiliary control room without anyone noticing?"

She didn't answer, but merely pointed up toward the open vent…he looked up at it for a moment and then back at her, "Great," he grumbled as he shook his head in disgust, "The things I do for the Autobots!" He gave her a stern look, "When this slag with Elita is over with and if we're still functioning…you're coming with me and we're going to plug up the holes that I have here in my security system!"

Behind her mask as well as her visor… her optics crinkled and her lips smirked in amusement, she replied, "Affirmative."

A few hours later…in space…on the planet Vulron…

Astrotrain's optics widen in fear as he read the address label on the crate, "Are you certain this is from an Autobot named Stigma?" he asked the GUPS agent.

"Let's see," muttered the giant lizard as he looked at the manifest, after a moment he answered, "Yes, this is from an Autobot designation Stigma who is currently on Earth. She made it high priority shipping…funny thing though…she didn't put any handle with care stamps on it or insurance!"

"I…see," he said with concern as he stared at the crate, "Excuse me…but could you please scan it for explosives, viruses, and toxic gas?"

"It will cost you, plus you'll have to wait for us to finish with the packages ahead of you," warned the agent.

Remembering the times before when Stigma sent something to her brother, he exclaimed, "It will be worth it! Just be sure that you're thorough, the glitch that sent it is known to be very…creative when sending packages to her brother."

"Okay," the agent drawled in curiosity and concern.

Astrotrain gave the agent a weak chuckle, and as he left the store, he thought, 'Soundwave, what in the pit did you do to that glitch of a sister of yours that she would want to kill you thru the mail…again?!'

Meanwhile on Rodimus Prime's private shuttle…

Rodimus Prime was getting slagging tired of his insane mother's prattling as well as her constantly stroking his check plate; his processor raced as tired to remember the specific details Prowl had given him in case this happened; finally he remembered, 'Keep calm, talk about Optimus Prime, and try to sneak in a question or two about her plans,' he thought to himself.

"Do you want some energon, My Queen…My Prince?" asked Jazz as held out a tray of energon.

"Prince?" he asked, his voice a mixture of shock and revulsion.

"Yes," she purred out as she took a cube of energon, "Your father was a king, I am a queen, and you are our little prince."

Rodimus with dread inquired, "Wonderful…and just what I'm a prince of?"

"Cybertron," she replied, "Earth, wherever our armies will conquer." She gestured to Jazz, "Do you want some energon, my sparkling? Mother can feed you…yes, she will…"

"If I have to eat out of someone's hand," he retorted with loathing, "I rather eat out of my mate's hand."

"Ah…yes, you're organic bone," she spat out in revulsion.

"She is not an organic bone!" he yelled out as his optics blazed a brilliant white.

"Yes, yes," she humored him with a wave of her hand she dismissed Jazz, "Mother will take care of that problem soon…soon she will be an appropriate Cybertrion for her little sparkling."

He snorted in disgust at her methods as he stated with sarcasm, "If the Matrix doesn't beat you first."

She raised a brow, "What in the pit does that mean? The Matrix can not affect anything organic! It has to be Cybertrion in origin…yes, it must!" She frowned as she remembered, "The Matrix never did approve of me…no it did not…the Heritage barely affected me, unlike other Prime consorts!" She pouted, "It didn't even give me the Ring of Prima or allowed me to use Primal in my name!"

Rodimus narrowed his optics in curiosity, "What do you mean?"

Sighing in regret over what was denied hers as Optimus's mate, she explained, "Prima was the mortal mate and consort of Primus, thru her all Primes are descended…including you're father. That was why that fragger Alpha Trion chose my beloved as Prime, he was the last known descendent of Prima…until you were born my sweet spark."

She was about to repeat what she said, when he quickly got her back on the topic, "Kup never told me this."

"Hmph!" she exclaimed, "I'll deal with him later about your lack of education! Now where was I?" She tapped her chin in thought, "Ah, I know! Did he teach you at least that the Matrix contains a part of Primus's spark?"

"Yes," he answered.

"The Ring of Prima was created by Primus just before Prima died," she informed him, "It is a circular blade that contains Prima's spark and all of the consorts of Prime. It is usually housed within the Matrix itself…as soon as a Prime goes thru the Heritage and becomes bonded…the Ring of Prima will appear before the new consort and give the name she or he will be known by…she or he will also become stronger…faster…an equal to any Prime!"

Rodimus frowned as he said thoughtfully, "Similar to what happened to me in Unicron."

"Yes," she confirmed, "There is part of the name that never changes…Primal in memory of Prima." Once again she frowned, "But, as I said, that Primus made piece of junk never did approve of me! I bonded with your father…I didn't get what was mine! I went thru the Heritage with your father, but all I had was the dreams and I barely had any aggressive behavior during that time! But, your father…oh…your father…"

As she went into details of her and Optimus Prime's sexual relations, Rodimus muttered under his breath, "I really don't want to know this…too much information!"

"Ah, Prime," whispered an eerie voice close to his audio receptor, "It is not for me! And I really can't do what she is talking about anymore!"

Rodimus closed his optics for a moment and then resignedly whispered, "Just what I need…my personal pervert ghost! If you're not going to be useful, why don't you go irate Galvatron?"

"Did you say something my sparkling?"

"Nothing," he replied and then with regret asked, "Why did you use that…interesting position on Optimus?"

She chuckled as she patted his check plate, "You really should start calling him father, instead of by his given name! Myself as well! Do you know how long I have waited for you to call me mother?! If it wasn't for that old fragger Alpha Trion…"

As she went on her rant, Starscream appeared beside him, cackling with glee, "Very good, Rod-Head! You got her off the most interesting subject that I would have loved to hear more about!"

He gave the spirit a dirty look and hissed out, "Starscream!"

"Oh, cool you're wheels!" he exclaimed, "If it makes you feel any better…soon you will not be the only one on Cybertron who can see me! You're mate will soon see me in all my glory!"

Once again, he closed his optics and grumbled, "Great…Mara is going to love this!"

Starscream laughed as he screeched out, "Oh, don't worry! I won't be there when you're fragging her…maybe!"

He laughed even more as Prime opened his optics, which were glowing white again, and hissed out, "Don't you dare…"

"Precious, what's wrong?" asked Blackarachia in apparent concern, "You're optics are white as the stars!"

Rodimus gave the ghost a brief, angry look and then lied his aft off, "I was daydreaming about Marrisa…I need her…"

"Oh, dear…oh dear," she prattled, "The Heritage, the Heritage why is it affecting you this badly? It never did with your father…"

Rodimus sighed with relief that she bought his lie and he then turned his attention back to Starscream, whom told him, "Nice lie on short notice…but I doubt you will be able to do it again!"

"I don't suppose you can do something useful and find some way to free me?" he softly asked as his optics turned back to sapphire blue.

Starscream snorted in disgust, "I am a Decepticon, not an Autobot…remember? But, I will tell you something useful and you had better pay attention Prime because I am only going to say this once!"

He narrowed his optics, "What?" he hissed out.

"What you're dear insane mother was talking about earlier, the Ring of Prima, it's very real! I have seen it twice in my lifetime, the first time I saw it was when I helped Megatron kill Sentinel Prime's mate Aura Primal…we got to her before she had the chance to use it!"

Rodimus didn't reply to this statement, but merely scowled at him, and waited for him to continue.

Which he did, "The second time I'd seen the Ring…it was used by your mate's hand to defeat Blackarachia and her mad plan….or should I say her mad back-up plan?"

It took all of Prime's will power not to gape at him in shock, finally he softly asked, "How? What?"

Starscream snorted in amusement at his expression, finally he replied, "The answer is the same…your fond of Earth media, particularly their movies! Do you remember watching Back to the Future Part II? Do you remember that bully…what was his name Ed…Ted…something?" He waved his hand in annoyance, "Anyway, there was this particular scene where the elder bully told he's younger self how to change the future…"

Realizing what Starscream was getting at, his optics glowed white again and he bit his mouth plate to keep from cursing out loud; when he felt calm enough, he whispered with a hard look in his sapphire optics, "What will the date be that she goes back too?"

"I really shouldn't tell you," he drawled out, "But, since even I think that fragging with the time stream is a bad idea; plus you and your mate do extend my existence such as it was at the time…" He leaned forward and whispered the date in Rodimus Prime's audio receptor.

He nodded his head that he understood what the spirit was saying, he then whispered, "Anything else I need to know?"

"Bond with her," he purred out in his audio, "Don't fragg, but merge your sparks…even if it's in the middle of the battlefield! There will be no time for sweet-talk, foreplay, or any mushiness! Bond with her…it's the only way the Ring of Prima will appear! The only thing that will defeat your dearest mother! Do you understand what I am saying Prime?!"

"Yes," he hissed out.

"What was that my sparkling?"

He gave her a weak smile and lied, "Yes, the Heritage is a bit difficult for me to go thru…but I was wondering, what movies do you like?"

Starscream snorted at him in disgust, "I was right…you couldn't do another decent lie for the second time! Bah, I'm going to watch the chaos that Stigma's little present is going to unleashed...soon... on Char! Catch you later, Prime!" He then disappeared from Prime's sight.

At the same time the ghost said this, Blackarachia snorted in disgust, "Earth movies…bah! What in Primus's name do you and your father see in that pitiful, little planet?! Particularly, the humans! Megatron was right about one thing…those miserable insects should be slaves under us Cybertrions!"

He stared at her in loathing, and quoted, "Freedom is a right for all sentient beings."

"You're father said that constantly," she grumbled, "Don't tell me you believe that nonsense?!"

"I do," he told her confidently.

She sighed wearily as she traced his jaw line, "You are so much like your father…right down to the spark! But, my dear…you need to learn that might will always win!"

He raised a brow at her in disbelief, "If that was true, I wouldn't have defeated Unicron!"

"You used the Matrix," she stated.

"Which I managed to get from the mighty," he emphasized the word 'mighty', "Galvatron by pure, slagging luck!'

"Oh, no!" she moaned out, "What has that idiot Kup been teaching you?!"

As she continued to rant about the elderly Autobot, Rodimus thought to himself, 'Actually, Kup didn't teach me that! A femme taught me that since I was a sparkling, mother dearest… even though I never knew her name and I was the only one who could see her! She must have been like Starscream a…' He tried not to gasp out loud as he spotted the familiar features of the femme from his time as Hot Rod standing behind his psycho mother!

The light, lavender femme smiled gently at him, and then firmly repeated the words she said to him long ago, "Truth has its moment, and right always wins…prepare for the fight, Roddy." She then turned her attention to Blackarachia, and shouted something he never heard from her before, "Let the battle begin!"

Blackarachia turned around quickly, and yelled out, "What in the pit was that?!"

"What was what?" Rodimus asked innocently as he tried not to stare at the mysterious spirit who was giving his mother a livid stare.

"I thought I heard…" she started to say and then shook her head in denial, "Never mind, I'll be back sweet spark…mother needs to check up on her slave in the City. Yes, she must…"

As she walked toward the co-pilot's chair, Rodimus softly exclaimed to the spirit, "The last time I saw you, it was just before I landed on Earth for the very first time…are you going to tell me who you are now?!"

The femme chuckled in amusement as she walked to him and touched his cheek plate, which unlike Blackarachia's cold caress…hers was more motherly. "Little spark!" she said, not answering his question, "But not so little anymore…I am glad you have headed my words from so long ago."

He shrugged, "You were the only one who was there for me when Kup didn't have time for," he softly imitated Kup's gruff voice, "turbo raving nonsense!"

She laughed in glee at his imitation, "If you were not a Prime, dear one…you would have made a great deal of profit on the galactic comedy circuit!"

He blushed at her comment, and then said sternly, "You didn't answer my question…I realize now that you're a ghost, who are you?"

She didn't say anything, but merely sat down beside him and stared in his mother's direction, "I knew the moment I saw her that she would be trouble," she spat out in revulsion, "worthy consort of a Prime my aft! There are only two good things she has ever done, trying to free Cybertron from Megaton's control and giving birth to you!"

"That still doesn't answer my question," he whispered.

She sighed wearily and replied, "You'll find out soon enough, for now…just call me your guardian angel."

He gave her a look in disbelief, "That's a human term."

She shrugged and responded, "But, an appropriate one…I have always been with you, even when you couldn't see me."

"Why are you appearing to me now?"

She scowled in disgust as she replied, "You heard what that slagger Starscream told you…fragging with the time line! That is a big no-no as far as the Powers that Be are concerned!" She noticed his look of shock and quickly responded to his unasked question, "Hey, even Primus has to answer to somebody!"

"So, why are you with me and not in Autobot City or even at the Ark with the other femmes?"

She slapped his head in reprimand and answered, "Hello…remember the Prime Heritage? The condition that's making you more temperamental and horny than the average mech? Well, since you haven't fragged or bonded with your mate yet; it's going to start making you…" she searched in her mind for an appropriate word, "wild."

Rodimus stared at her in apprehension, "That doesn't sound good."

"It isn't," she confirmed, "My job at the moment is to make certain your processor stays on your job as Prime and not on your spike."

"Slag," he grumbled and then he noticed Blackarachia coming his way with a sparkling bottle filled with low grade energon, "Double slag!"

"Really!" the insane femme exclaimed, "Who…in Primus's name…did you learn such language from?!"

The ghost beside him smirked in pride, "From me when he just started youngling hood, if he was going to curse…I made certain he did it well in appropriate situations!"

Rodimus tried not to laugh at the spirit's comment as he asked instead of answering her question, "Don't you think I'm a bit too old for a sparkling bottle?"

"Well, you won't let me feed you by hand!" she exclaimed with a hand on her hip, "How else am I suppose to feed you?"

"Oh, I don't know," he drawled out in sarcasm, "Letting me go?"

Blackarachia arched her brow in distrust, "I think not," she stated as she forced his mouth open…he struggled but eventually she managed to place the bottle in his mouth. As she forced him to suck on it, she muttered, "That's my good little mech."

The ghostly femme laughed hysterically at his situation, finally she said with tears running down her optics, "Really, Roddy! What is it about you that makes certain Cybertrions to treat you like a sparkling?!"

Although he couldn't reply, he did give her a dirty look that promised he would find some form of retribution for either her or Blackarachia.