Revised... because it sorely needed it. All other chapts have been taken down and will be put back up as I finish them. If this is the first time reading this, then hopefully you're in for some fun. If not, well… it should be better, more put together and fleshed out. Let me know what you think.


Included in one room were most of the Cybertronians. They were here to discuss the idea of returning to Cybertron. Optimus had brought up the subject and tempers were beginning to flare.

"But, we can't go back to Cybertron, its dead, gone!" Wheeljack piped up, the first to argue the point, he folded his arms over his chest doubtfully, "Pardon the bluntness, but are you sure you haven't blown your processor, Prime? Do you need to see Ratchet?" He pointed with his shoulder toward said CMO.

Optimus had been standing at the end of the lengthy table, leaning forward on it. He knew they would rebuke the idea, and to be honest with himself, he hadn't fully prepared himself for the backlash he was going to receive from this. "Wheeljack," He started with a sigh, "I haven't blown anything. Starscream has brought up something important."

"What could possibly be so important that you'd be willing to leave here?" the CME was a persistent one. He always had been when it came to getting answers. "I mean, I can't even fathom a good reason,"

"And how do you suppose we even leave?" Bumblebee asked.

"It isn't possible to just up and fly away you know," Ironhide growled, "We came here on the plan that we were going to stay here." The gunner paused then continued, "Besides, without the Allspark, all is lost, there's nothing to go back to."

Optimus ignored the Allspark statement. "We build a ship." It was the only logical answer he could come up with.

The group stared questioningly and some blankly at the Autobot leader. Optimus wasn't one for cracking jokes, however the looks some of them gave him at that seemed like they were wondering. Others were just dumbfounded he would say something like that. Perhaps he really had fried his mind.

"Optimus, do you have any idea how long that will take?" Perceptor piped up, having done the math quickly enough for what it would take to build a ship of the magnitude they'd need. "That and the resources alone-"

"Wait, wait, hold up one second," Sideswipe interrupted with a raised a hand. Leaning forward he asked, "exactly what is going on? Why are you suddenly suggesting we go to Cybertron anyway?"

Optimus looked down, "Something Starscream said has me quite disturbed."

"Starscream? You mean that strange mech who's been skulking around here?" Sunstreaker scoffed. "What is up with him anyway? It's like he's not even the same person."

"And his optics, have you seen them yet?" another asked.

Optimus didn't say anything right away. He considered what Starscream had told him about being one of the thirteen. And if he was being honest with himself, he would agree that Starscream wasn't the same person. Of course, it was disturbing. "I have seen his optics. And I agree he is not the same person." The leader said, "You weren't in the room with Ratchet, Wheeljack and I, you have no idea what we saw. What I will tell you, is that I saw someone else walk out of that room."

"Yeah, because you won't tell anyone," Sunstreaker mumbled.

Sunstreaker was right, however. Optimus had been withholding information from the rest of them. It was a secrecy hidden by the three until something made sense. The viewing itself was still so much a mystery, "You're right, Sunstreaker, we have been withholding information," Optimus admitted, "But based on our findings-"

"What findings, Optimus?" Sideswipe interrupted, "What is it about Starscream that makes him like Primus all of the sudden?" he suddenly covered his mouth, realizing what he had said after he had said it.

Optimus didn't move for a long moment, his look darkened a little at Sideswipe's audacity. Before he could say anything, however, a new presence walked into the room, "Because I have more in common with Primus than any of you do."

"Huh?" A few voices asked in unison as everyone turned to the newcomer.

"Don't think I haven't been listening," Starscream said as he stepped into the meeting. "I could hear all of you clear into my room! And to answer your question, Sideswipe, Primus was my first creator." he was swiftly followed by Thundercracker and Skywarp.

Cliffjumper stood and walked to the Seeker and pointed to his chest, "Have you lost your mind, Starscream? What makes you -" he stopped mid-sentence, "wait, what do you mean first creator?"

Starscream looked down at the offending finger, "You mind?" He asked, hiking an optic ridge at the appendage.

Cliffjumper didn't move, feeling that he was in the right and that Starscream was being ridiculous and it was time to own up. His optics grew furrowed as he glared at the seeker, "What makes you so slagging special, Starscream?" he poked Starscream's chest with each word, getting a more and more annoyed face from Starscream with each poke. "You come in here and think you're one of Primus' first children? Who died and left you all mighty?"

Starscream simply slapped the finger away from him, "Shut up and listen," he said as he moved to a clear part of the table. "As all of you well know I was re-sparked when Optimus used the shard of the Allspark," Starscream's tone was more of a question to his statement. Everyone nodded in hopes that he would elaborate more on the subject. The Seeker then shrugged as if it were nothing, "Well then, suffice it to say it's not the first occurrence of it."

"Uh huh," Sunstreaker grumbled from the other side of the table, "the plot thickens,"

"You want to know what has been hidden from you all for so long? You want to know why not only this planet threatened but the mere existence of this universe is threatened."

No one said a word, only stared at the Seeker expectantly.

Starscream frowned at them. They wanted to know? Fine. "You've all been asking about my optics…" He paused at the looks he was getting as if they'd all been caught in a lie, "I've heard the whispers, I'm not an idiot. I will tell you why. All of the Thirteen Primes had a variation of green optics. We are the only ones to ever have it, as it is what differentiates us from the rest."

"The rest of who?" Bumblebee asked out of genuine curiosity.

"The rest of you…" He was looking around the table at everyone's faces. Every one of the except Optimus, doubtful. "And I know the whole story of the Allspark and its history…"

There was a very long pause before the first words of disbelief were uttered. "Bullshit!" came a voice, recognized as Sunstreaker. The words were followed by a bellowed laugh.

"I'm surprised you haven't flopped down on the table with a head that big, Starscream," Skywarp laughed.

"He'd have gone clear through it," Thundercracker chuckled, having been silent so far.

Laughter erupted around the table. It was laughter at Starscream for saying something so ridiculous. Optimus was neither laughing nor scowling. He could imagine how they were all feeling after Starscream's revelation. Starscream himself was neither angry or upset at them. He also imagined how he would have reacted to such news.

"That's absurd!" Bumblebee blurted. "You? A Prime? What black hole did you come out of?"

"You've really gone off the deep end this time, youngling," Ironhide spoke as he shook his head at the young seeker.

Soundwave, who hadn't joined in the conversation only listened. He had his own doubts about what Starscream was saying but kept them to himself. He decided he would only observe.

Starscream scowled, "Have I, Ironhide?" he leaned forward, his elbows leaning before him as he frowned to each and every one of the bots at the table, "You all believe that the Allspark was found on Cybertron in some cave. It wasn't found. It was created by us and Primus."

"Created?" Optimus asked, if no other reason than to show he was not doubting Starscream's words. It might make the others realize this was no joke.

"Yes," Starscream admitted, "Almost the same as the Matrix of Leadership."

"By you?" Thundercracker asked.

"Still doesn't answer the question as to why we need to go back," Ironhide groused.

I am the one who brought up the idea to go back to… "He paused, remembering that no one else knew Cybertron as Primus. "-Cybertron." As if speaking to himself, he said quietly, "there is very much the possibility that I may be able to awaken the others there. They are gonna be so pissed…" His voice trailed off, losing himself in thought.

"Others?" Bumblebee, who had overheard him, asked.

Starscream looked up at the one who had asked, having been interrupted from his thoughts. "Uh… I did say there were thirteen, didn't I?" he hiked an optic ridge. "We will need us all to do this. It's been a long time. We still may not be enough."

"Do what?"

Starscream glanced at the one asking however, he refused to answer. This was one of those things he had no idea about. He knew they would be needed. He just had no idea how they were supposed to stop the entropy that was sure to come. Again, he was lost to thought as others murmured between themselves.

"So, how do you plan to 'wake the others' as you put it?" Sideswipe mocked.

Starscream gave Sideswipe a scowl, being interrupted yet again. "I'm sure they know that not all is well. Perhaps I can call to them… therefore they can meet us here and then we will all go back to Cybertron to…"

"To what?"

"Oh, you ready for it? It's a good one!"

Seeing the game that the seeker was playing, Ironhide, growled at him.

Starscream took the hint and continued, "Why, we are going to defend the universe… again,"

"Gee, didn't see that one coming," Barricade rolled his optics.

"Ok, enough with the 'defend the universe' gig," Sunstreaker grumbled as he put his hands up, "we already did that with Megatron, remember?"

"Oh, yes, Megatron…" Starscream said as he put up a finger to his chin in mock thought, "I have a feeling we are not through with him either." He tapped a few times and then pointed to everyone else, "However, he will be the least of your worries once all this comes to fruition, I promise."

"What do you mean?" the walls practically vibrated, as Sunstreaker raised his voice, "News flash! Megatron is dead, or did you miss that headline?"

"He might be dead right now, yes, but…" again he tapped his chin, "I don't think we are done dealing with him. Don't you watch Earth movies? Bad guys almost never stay dead."

"This is asinine." Ironhide grunted, "One doesn't just rise from the well of sparks, Starscream. What you're saying is not possible."

"Not… possible, you say?" He echoed with a ridiculed chuff at the walking cannon, "Did what I tell you going right in one ear and thru the blank space between those audios and out the other side?"

Optimus saw the anger in Ironhide and shook his head," Starscream," he said in a slight warning tone that enough was enough.

"And how, pray tell, would you know all of this, Screamer?" Cliffjumper's condescending tone made the Seeker growl.

"Call it a hunch," he said aloofly with a shrug.

Forgetting on exactly how Megatron was going to be revived, Cliffjumper suddenly said, "Starscream, Megatron's spark was extinguished using the Allspark, there's no way he could come back."

There was an unseen wince from the Seeker when Cliffjumper mentioned the destruction of the Allspark. He knew he would need to address that. It wouldn't be good. "There is so much you do not understand," Starscream uttered to the Mini-bot, "Even I am having a hard time with it all. It's a lot to take in. My mind is so stressed out right now. It's not as easy as you might think waking up to this much information." The Seeker stood back from the table after having said his peace. He had other things to deal with right now, "I'm still trying to sort everything out," and he abruptly left.

"What was that all about?" Sideswipe suddenly turned to his leader; disconcertment strewn over his features.

Optimus stared at the spot which Starscream had been in not a few moments before, not bothering to answer Sideswipe. He knew he had to tell the others of what was seen on that screen, but he wasn't sure how. As if anyone would actually believe him. Come to think of it, he really hadn't seen a whole lot, so what was there to hide… really? Nonetheless, it was better to not speak of what they had seen until Starscream provided more answers.

In his quarters, Starscream went back to staring at the wall. Again, his mind was lost in sorting. He went through memories of contact after Primus had gone into hiding. He wished he had been as gifted as some of the others. Along with all of his memories, powers that were long gone were being bestowed upon him from so long ago; he knew it would take time to become as strong as he once was, and his body and mind needed to get used to the changes. This body had never seen such things. This mind was still recovering.

He sifted through his thoughts once again, searching for clues, for hints, for ways to contact the rest, given that they were still alive. Primus may have bestowed the same reincarnation ability on them all, and he hadn't seen any of them since they departed after their duty was fulfilled. Given the different jobs by Primus, Starscream knew he would likely find some back on Cybertron. They had been hidden away, possibly sleeping until the need for them arose again, which wasn't supposed to happen anyway. Hopefully he wasn't the only one aware of what had happened on Earth.