So, going through all my unfinished stories, I saw this one and had a miniature panic-attack. I could have sworn I finished this story! Well... I did. So, sorry to keep everyone waiting on that 'finished' stamp, and then put this update on and fool you all into thinking the story was not yet complete. Well, it is. The resolution has come and passed, and all you've been waiting on was the half-finished epilogue. So I just finished this epilogue up real quick to publish it, it's a shame it took as long as it did. But, then, I've gotten distracted with a new, shiny obsession. As this is the final post for this story, and I really don't feel too guilty running my mouth because if you don't care, you could just skip this, I'm going to put in a little word about Miraculous Ladybug. Sure, it's a cartoon, but I enjoy it thank you very much, and you should too.

Oh well. I don't own Transformers, and I sincerely hope you enjoy this epilogue!

I blinked my eyes open. It smells weird in here. I'm on a hard surface, and it's rather uncomfortable. I feel awful, my muscles are yelling at me, and I wonder what shit I've gone through to deserve this.

Groaning, I started to comprehend the things around me. I'm in an unfamiliar environment. It looks like some warehouse... or factory... or something I don't know.

Oh. Shoot. I remember the last time I felt like this. I was randomly zapped into the weirdest place I've ever seen- weirder than this place -and was suddenly surrounded by a bunch of giant alien robots.

I sat up quickly, looking around for an explanation. It's a huge room with adults in very official looking suits wandering everywhere. Nearby there was a doctor with a few soldier looking people that were obviously injured. But I wasn't laying on a cot or sitting on a counter like them. I was pulled aside and was laying on some box that clearly had some other purpose... with a giant alien robot laying unconscious several paces away.

I swung my legs around to stare at the alien. He's the yellow one. The one that couldn't speak English at first, and seemed to know about as much as I did about what was going on. He was real nice, and funny, and I can honestly say that at the end of the month or so I spent there, we were pretty good friends. So where are we now? This clearly isn't Ratchet's medical bay. Ratchet scares me, and he wouldn't let so many humans in- oh shoot. There he is.

The medical officer crouched by Bumblebee's head, facing me and gave a slight smile. "It's good to see you waking up, but lay back down." He reached over to make me lay down again. I seized up, still not used to them interacting with me so easily.

"I'm fine." I insisted, fighting it. "I'm just... dizzy again."

"Again?" He paused.

I was able to sit up again. "Yeah... like that first time. When I woke up in those wires."

He gave me a weird look. "You say this as if I should be aware of such an incident. Samuel, we met less than twenty four hours ago and this is the first time I've been present for you coming online."

"Right." I brushed the oddity off. "Where are we?"

"Back inside the dam. Sector Seven asked to keep us contained and out of sight while they cleaned up the damage outside."

"Inside the... outside... are we on Earth?" I asked, gasping.

He gave me another weird look. "Yes. Where else would we be?"

I fell off the box-thing and kissed the ground. "Oh, sweet, sweet Earth. I've missed you."

"Perhaps I missed something when I scanned you." Ratchet mused. "By curiosity, where else would you believe yourself to be?"

"I just spent a month in the middle of outer space. It's been weeks since I've seen another human, I thought I was never going to see another organic again." I was practically crying tears of happiness. Sure, I've sort of gotten used to these guys, but I didn't sign up for traveling to an alien planet for the rest of my life.

When I finally finished with my sickening display of homesickness, I realized Ratchet was watching me not with skepticism at my actions, but curiosity.

"Ah... c- can I help you?" I asked, straightening myself out.

"Let me guess. You were living an entirely normal, human life when you suddenly woke up in the presence of several Autobots due to a spacebridge parts malfunction that only became apparent after you arrived."

"Ah... that about sums it up. I mean, I think I'm back home again. I mean, in my normal timeline, or whatever." I looked around, deciding this despite there still being nothing I found familiar except the presence of humans. "So, did the Sam that they know show up here while I was gone?"

He nodded, standing up to his full height. "Showed up, found the Allspark, and took over the entire mission like he knew us all for years."

"That's because he did." I blinked, sitting back on the box and looked to Bumblebee, who was still unconscious. "Where I woke up, from what I understand, they had left Earth after going through everything that happened here, and more, and they were all headed back to your home planet, ah, Cybertron?" He nodded in confirmation. "From what I could tell, that version of me seemed to know you guys real well."

He nodded and looked to Bumblebee too. "He's left you in a situation too. You are now Bumblebee's charge, untrusted by the government, and should you prove to truly be the same Samuel that has apparently just left us, welcome into our midst any time. I'm going to inform Prime of your return to normality."

Only after he'd walked away did the mingling humans mingle unrestrained. His presence obviously made them nervous, and they'd given us a rather large bubble. Bumblebee, unconscious and not moving, didn't seem to bother them nearly as much, however. Or, he didn't until he started to wake up; groaning and sitting up.

He seemed shocked to see so many humans walking around. He looked around quickly, moving to get up and make an escape to familiar territory. He was definitely the Bumblebee I had gotten to know on the space ship; completely unfamiliar with humans save for me. And when he noticed me, sitting here watching him, he seemed to relax. He shifted a bit closer, so we could talk.

"We're on your planet, I take it?"

I nodded. "Earth. Yeah."

"And... you are the Sam that was on the Ark with me?"

I nodded again. "Yeah. We're back in our correct timeline. I'm not sure what's happened, I just woke up, but the other guys- the ones we replaced on that ship -had been here."

"And... the others? There are other Autobots here, right?" He looked around us again, almost panicking. Well, I understand him. He's never met a human a day in his life, except the past month or so he's known me- just me -and now he suddenly wakes up surrounded by them with no sign of his own kind in sight. Actually, it's probably a bit less scary for him, since he at least knew me before hand. I hadn't known any Autobots before I woke up on that ship.

I nodded and pointed through the large door Ratchet had disappeared behind. "Ratchet was just in here. He went to go talk with Optimus. I don't know who all is here, but those two at least are."

"They said Optimus, Ratchet, Ironhide, and Jazz had been the first to land on Earth, and I'll assume this is then." He stated, moving to stand up and automatically going to pick me up, like had been the norm on the ship. It wasn't like I could traverse it by foot, anyway. But, he pulled away and glanced around, realizing that that wasn't necessary.

I slipped off the box and started walking toward the large door that all the humans are avoiding. I don't need to be carried here, but I'm still going with you. I rather like these Autobots.

"It seems to me like we've got quite a journey ahead of us, don't we?" Bumblebee mused, watching the humans that gave him a distrustful look as we passed.

"If I'm going to be leaving Earth with you guys, I'd like to say a lot happens over the next few years." I agreed, trying to suppress the nervousness that was bubbling up in my stomach as I followed him in through the large door. I'm still not used to them, and I'd still feel more comfortable around humans I know, but at the moment it's humans I don't know or aliens I do know.

These aliens I do know, I think I'll stick with them.

I never intended it to be very long. I thought about making it longer, because you all had to wait so long for it, but then I thought... no. Nah. I'd rather spend that time on other stories. I've been trying to work on finishing all my stories on here, but looking at some of them that's been open for years, I'm incredibly disinterested in them. My writing from back then wasn't the best, not saying I'm all that great now but I have improved, and they're really just sort of blah. Nevertheless, I'll do my best to finish them and leave it at that. I'd just so much rather focus on my newer stories, which in my opinion are far more interesting and easier to read.

Anyways, there will probably be one of those newer stories up in a little bit. I hope you all enjoyed DOC: Destroyer of Continuities. It's the ending of one story and the beginning of another (But please don't take that the wrong way, I have no intention of continuing this new version of reality's story. It just sort of progresses as regular Sam's story went, just with a different beginning).

Please tell me what you thought of the story and where I can improve in the future. Or, if you like, just rant about something. I'm not picky. Rant to me about cats.