A Glitch in Time

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CHEAT SHEET!!!

Ships Hinted
Prowl x Jazz
Wasp x Bee (Goldbug)
Blurr x Bee (Goldbug)

Ships Serviced
Starscream x Skywarp
Starscream x Bee (Goldbug)
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"Bulkhead, I want you to stay here while the rest of us go to meet Jazz," ordered Optimus. The large green bot seemed uncertain of his boss' plan.

"I don't know Optimus... are you sure you guys should be leaving in the first place? Can't we just ask Goldbug?" replied Bulkhead. Optimus sighed. The Prime did not like doing this as well, but he needed to confirm where the alliances laid.

"The young bot does have a point," Ratchet decided to give his opinion, "And we're going back to the past. What's going on now isn't any of our business, because it won't be happening."

"But what if we are stuck here Ratchet?" speculated the leader of the small team. One of the traits that made him an excellent Prime was his ability to look at all scenarios. "I want to trust Goldbug, that is why I'm having Bulkhead stay."

"I still don't agree with that," Prowl stated his feelings, "If it turns out Goldbug is the enemy, Bulkhead will be alone to fend for himself."

"Bulkhead," Optimus turned and looked directly up at the large bots optics, "Bumblebee was your- is your best friend, what do you think we should do?"

"I think we should ask him directly," Bulkhead repeated what he had said earlier. The green bot crossed his arms must like Ratchet would.

"I mean, what are your feelings about being left here?" Optimus cleared up his question. He had his mind already made up about the plan.

"I have no problem staying. I know Bumblebee would never become a Decepticon," replied Bulkhead in full confidence of his friend.

"Now with that settled.... how exactly are we going to get a shuttle and go where Jazz wanted us to meet," Ratchet brought up the problem the young bots seemed to forget.

"I have a plan," Prowl said with a slight smile on his face.

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Starscream had given up on his need to search the ship, at least for now. The old seeker never had expected Skywarp and the small team of Autobots to ever 'come back.' He had never believed the idiotic time travel theories. While he knew Swindle could come up with some clever machines, time travel was unlikely. Autobots were the type to believe such hopeful nonsense. Starscream on the other hand accepted Skywarp being gone. He was certain whatever device Swindle had made backfired and killed all that fell through it.

Starscream was glad his clone made it, yet did not know what do with Skywarp now that he was here. All his clones had 'grown up.' over the four hundred years. They had all branched out and were able to function on their own. Skywarp however was just as young as the day he disappeared.

"Where are the other seekers?" Skywarp asked as though he could read Starscream's mind. The young clone looked at Starscream's white and red arm suspiciously.

"Ramjet.... is no more," said Starscream as he flexed the fingers or Ramjet's hand. The old seeker saw Skywarp's optics to go wide in terror. "I did not do it you dolt! It was Megatron! The liar bot helped me escape that glorified moron once."

"Oooooh," Skywarp decided not to ask the story behind the arm though. For a moment his processors flickered a thought. Would Starscream keep destroyed clones for spare parts? This idea worried Skywarp since he was a better match for Starscream's colors.

"Thundercracker is one of my generals," Starscream started to go off the list, "Sunstorm, 'usually' works with the Decepticons, sometimes wanders off, I've noticed. Little miss sugar thrusters ran off with that accursed bounty hunter for some unknown reason," Starscream then finished.

"Did anyone miss me?" asked Skywarp. The old seeker raised an optic brow. The younger clone's question was strange.

"What do you mean?" Starscream looked at the violet seeker. Skywarp twitched nervously.

"I mean, the yellow bot... he seems certain his friends will make the future better for them..." the young seeker nervously paused, like he was scared to ask, "If I were here, how would it be different?"

Starscream actually thought about it a moment.

"I don't know what you would change, but I would hope you'd have joined my side. Despite your.... cowardly nature, with proper training of your abilities you would be a great fighter, even a general," Starscream honestly answered. The young seeker sighed as thought he expected a better answer.

"So... so... I see, " sighed Skywarp with a pout on hi face. Starscream muttered since he as not used to complementing a clone. Yet he had to remember Skywarp was still young. Four hundred stellar cycles had not gone by for the clone.

"Don't think too hard about it. You need to power down and get some rest," grumbled Starscream.

"Power down? On an Autobot ship!?!?!" the young seeker panicked at the thought. Even though he was with his creator he was still tense.

"Trust me, you have no need to worry about the Autobots," replied Starscream with his usual smirk.

"But... but... buuuut!" Skywarp started to complain. He was trying to come up with some reason not to sleep. "I'm not tired!"

"Am I going to have to MAKE you power down?" asked Starscream as he walked over to Skywarp. His steps were intimidating. Skywarp eeped nervously as he was scared of his creator again. The old seeker backed his younger clone against the wall. Starscream had his hands on the wall, on either side of the clone.

"Um um um! N-nooo! I think I can do it myself...." muttered Skywarp while trying to look away from Starscream's gaze. The old seeker ran his original hand down Skywarp's cheek. He then used that hand to turn the young seeker's face to look at him.

"Oh no, please, let me be of assistance," Starscream replied sarcastically and seductively. It was a tone of both only he could pull off. Skywarp shuddered at the touch, but not in fear. "I missed you...."

"You did?!" Skywarp smiled at Starscream's words, not having a problem looking at the seeker now. Starscream smiled back, his usually smirk.

"Yes...I did," the old seeker replied. He leaned his face dangerously close to Skywarp's. Starscream did miss his scared seeker. Skywarp has been the only clone that would listen to him. Starscream's voice then softened to show concern. It was hard to tell if it was sincere or not, "My my, this future must seem so frightening to you."

"Y-yeah..." Skywarp stuttered. He put his hands on Starscream's upper arms. It was like he was asking to be cuddled by his creator. Starscream processed the action and ran his glossa down Skywarp's neck. The old seeker licked across the purple collar area of the clone. He then paused to speak.

"I'm sure I can change that," replied Starscream with a smirk. It had been some time since the old seeker had some physical fun. Even though Skywarp would start out reluctant, he was always a willing subject.

"But- But...we're on an Autobot ship!" Skywarp repeated again as he shuttered under Starscream's touch. The old seeker had placed his original hand Skywarp's shoulder while the white one grazed down the other bot's side. Skywarp tensed a moment and then relaxed to the touch.

"Don't worry, I will keep you safe," Starscream always knew the right things to say to get what he wanted. Skywarp's faceplate heated with a blush. The older seeker moved him against the wall more. Skywarp could feel his whole back against the wall, wings and all. Starscream still smirked as his white hand went to the sensitive underside of a wing. The younger bot let out a small gasp and moved this hands to unsurely touch Starscream's cockpit. He had done this before with his creator, but starting out was always nerve wracking.

Starscream made a pleased humming noise. He moved his fingers into the space between the young bot's back and wing. Right on the underside where it attached to the body. It was sensitive on all seekers. Skywarp let out a cry and a shake as his back scrapped against the wall. It almost pinched Starscream's fingers.

"St-Star-" Skywarp tried to form a sentence. He felt like his legs were going to give way. The old seeker remembered his clone was such a light weight when it came to interfacing. It was what made it fun, but it also had its downsides.

"Perhaps we should move this to the berth then," said Starscream as he pulled back from the younger seeker. He abruptly removed his hands from him and grabbed his arm. Starscream pulled Skywarp over to the berth and with a light force sat him down there. The young seeker let out a soft 'meep' with an expression to match. To the purple bot's surprise his creator then straddled to sit facing him.

"S-Star-Starscream," the clone repeated his stutter. Skywarp made a gulping noise in his audios. Starscream's eyes narrowed annoyed as he then stroked the clone's cockpit.

"Stop sounding like that. You sound as though I'm going to rape you. We both know you're willing," said Starscream. Before Skywarp could make a shaking reply the older seeker kissed him forcefully on the lips. The younger bot's optics went wide in shock but then offlined as he returned the kiss fully. Skywarp fumbled to get his hands around Starscream's waist. He felt Starscream's glossa touch his as they both deepened the kiss.

Starscream released from kissing and moved both his hands to the lower underside of Skywarp's wings. The young clone moaned and as if by reflex leaned back on the bed. His legs still hung over the side of the berth as his optics lit back up. Starscream smirked and adjusted to the new position. He freed his hands from the younger bot's wings. The old seeker pulled himself up on the berth. He purposely rubbed their crotch plate together as he did so.

Skywarp already arched his back at the touch. Starscream now remembered why he enjoyed playing with this bot. Everytime the younger bot reacted like it was his first time. Starscream was pretty certain they could do the exact same thing every time they had interfaced and Skywarp would still react with the same 'first time' reactions. Starscream didn't realize this himself, but this situation also greatly fed his ego. He now was placed on his knees with a leg at either side of Skywarp's waist.

"Mmmm every time you are still so sensitive," Starscream smirked as he then move his crouch plate against Skywarp's again. The younger mech squirmed in a motion that was almost pulling away from the action, "Oh no you don't..."

Starscream took his hands off the bot's cockpit and grabbed the lower undersides of both his wings. He tugged Skywarp by the wings to be closer. The younger bot let out a pleasured whine from the contact. Skywarp paused a moment and then ran his hands to Starscream's cockpit. He was going to caress it gently but then his creator tugged hard on his wings again. This caused the young bot to grip on the cockpit hard.

"Mmmmm, thats more like it," Starscream replied with an aroused reaction from the grip. He leaned down over the clone and kissed him hard. He ran his hands from the bottom of Skywarp's wings to the top. The whole time he kept to the seam where the wings attached to his body. The shudder went through Skywarp's body. The young bot moaned and gripped Starscream's cockpit harder.

"O-oh-Open...." Skywarp barely breathed as he ran his hands to the bottom of Starscream's cockpit. The old seeker remembered the other reason he liked 'playing' with Skywarp. The young bot would beg to give pleasure as much as he did to receive it.

"Mmmm.... why should I?" Starscream teased as his hands left the bot's wings and went to rest on his shoulders. He watched Skywarp whine under him.

"Don't stoppppp!" Skywarp cried. He bucked up against Starscream. His body begged to be touched again.

"First tell me why you want me to open this up," smiled Starscream, trying to contain a smirk. Skywarp whined again, his faceplate heating up in embarrassment, "That's not a clear answer."

"I like touching you there.... I-i-i haven't seen you in Earth weeks!" the young bot, "Not until Swindle stole me..."

"Weeks? Weeks?!? You're complaining about weeks?!" Starscream seemed to laugh at nothing. He put his hands back on the young seeker's wings and continued, "You were gone four hundred stellar cycles."

"T-T-Then you should want it as b-b-badly as I do," Skywarp added. He knew what he said was talking back to Starscream. Doing such a think usually received a mixed reaction. Starscream luckily just chuckled. He stroked the seams of Skywarp's wings as he talked.

"If any other clone had said that I would hit them," mutter Starscream, indirectly admitting Skywarp's statement was true. He licked the clone on the cheek, right where the faceplate connected to his head gear. Skywarp let out a little moan and still gripped at his creator's cockpit.

"G-Good thing I-I'm y-you're favor-r-rite then," Skywarp tried to say clearly despite the attention his wings and face were getting. The young clone smirked slightly as he spoke. On his face it didn't not look sinister like Starscream's. It came off as a completely adorable expression.

"Heh," was Starscream's only reaction to that look. The old seeker opened up his cockpit to reveal his empty spark chamber. Skywarp had known it would be empty, but that didn't make the chamber any less sensitive. Skywarp put his hands on the bottom inside wall of the chamber. Starscream hissed in pleasure and gripped tightly on the top of Skywarp's wings. This startled the clone. He had never seen his creator react like that before. He winced at the tight grab to his wings. The young bot started to pull his hands back but Scream grabbed one of his wrists, "No, keep going."

Skywarp almost reluctantly placed his hands back in Starscream's lower chamber. The old seeker released on the young bot's wings and went back to his tender stroking of them. As Skywarp's fingers ran in Starscream's chamber the two bots bucked their crotch plates together. The old seeker took his white hand off of Skywarp's wings and opened his own crotch plate to expose the bundle of wires inside. Skywarp tried not to pause at Starscream's actions, and just kept to the caressing of his creator's spark chamber.

Starscream moaned at Skywarp's touches and kissed the young bot hard, mostly to shut himself up. He couldn't remember a time where he had been this sensitive to anyone's touch. His hands moved down to the lower underside of Warp's wings, right where they attached to his body. He pinched there hard causing Skywarp to arch up and rub against his now exposed crouch wires.

"Ss-Starscream!" cried Skywarp as his creator released his lips from his mouth. Starscream grunted as the pressure of Skywarp's hand in his chamber became stronger. The older seeker then lifted up a bit to remove the young clone's crotch plate. He moved down enough to lick Skywarp's cockpit. Starscream's knees were barely balanced on the edge of the berth. Skywarp moved his hands to the top inside ridge of the old seeker's cockpit.

Between Starscream licking his cockpit and now touching his bundle of crotch wires, Skywarp was already at bliss. He bit the tip of his own glossa lightly to hold it back. Starscream had forgotten in his excitement that his little clone would barely get warmed up before overloading. Skywarp's fingers lightly indented the top of Starscream's spark chamber. The grip only excited Starscream more. He placed his crouch wires up against the clones. As his hands were wandering around to remove Skywarp's aft plate the young bot started to shutter coming to the edge of an overload.

"YOU BETTER NOT OVERLOAD NOW!" yelled Starscream, realizing where his young clone was at. He now remembered the one negative of interfacing with Skywarp. The young bot had a moment's look of terror with Starscream's yell. He tried to hold back, but his body just naturally bucked his wires against Starscream's. A few small sparks danced on Skywarp's faceplate as his overload came.

"St-St-STARCREAM!," the young purple bot's audios screamed as loud as they could. His back arched again, this time staying up close to Starscream, holding up his weight by gripping the outside edges of the older bot's spark case. A power surged through all his circuits. His engines roared as his body stiffened from the waves going through it.

Skywarp ran his his hands down the inside back wall of Starscream's spark chamber. His desperateness to find something to grab made Starscream growl in deep arousal. The moment touches were not enough to send Starscream in overload as well. His optics did turn off a moment at Skywarp's hands, but when they came back on he saw his clone already offlined. Skywarp now laid limp in hands.

"Isn't that fabulous," huffed Starscream annoyed, all hot and bothered now. The young bot's body hummed with recharge. Starscream sighed and looked down the innocent unconscious clone under him. The old seeker climbed off his clone and closed up his cockpit. He stood from the berth and gently moved Skywarp up so he was fully on the berth.

The young bot let out a content sound from his audios. Skywarp then curled up into a comfortable 'fetal' position, taking up the center of the berth.

"Idiot," Starscream whispered under his breath. It wasn't said at a harsh tone, but like the word was a term of endearment. He put back on his own crotch panel before putting on the younger bot's. The old seeker sighed again and mused for something else to do.

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"Goldbug! Wake up you old rust bucket," yelled Starscream over Prime's com. His voice was shrill as ever.

"Slag you, you're older than me by vorns and vorns," replied the yellow bot as his optics slowly came online. "It better be an emergency, It was in a really needed power down!"

"Sorry to interrupt your 'beauty sleep,' but we need to talk. Face to face. The current situation has me concerned," stated Starscream. Goldbug was compelled to do so since Starscream's voice was not demanding. It was a calm and straight forward request.

"Alright, I will be down there in a nanoclick," replied Goldbug Prime as he got out of his berth. He wheeled down on his feet down to the elevator. The yellow bot whispered a request jokingly to Blurr. "Couldn't you just spit him out?" Goldbug smirked lightly even though he knew his ship couldn't 'hear' him.

Starscream heard a knock on his door. The old seeker looked to his clone sound asleep. Scream then vainly flicked a speck of space dust off his shoulder. He then allowed the automatic door open.

"Well, hello brave leader," said Starscream as earnestly as he could. Despite the attempt it still sounded sarcastic. He still had left over warmth from his actions with Skywarp. If Goldbug had known how the seeker was left unsatisfied he would of not met the bot in person.

"What exactly is the problem Starscream?" asked Goldbug sharply. He yellow bot walked into the room and crossed his arms, annoyed at being interrupted from his power down.

"I am just concerned this 'fixing time' might wipe us both from existence," said Starscream with a slight worry. Goldbug raised an optic brow, not falling for Starscream's tone.

"I am sure you are concerned about 'both' of us?" replied Goldbug in a tone that let Starscream know he would fall for anything the seeker said. Starscream on the other hand kept trying. He gave the smaller bot a tender pat on the cheek. Goldbug did not find this unusual as Starscream usually became more 'touchy feely' when trying to get something he wanted.

"Of course I am concerned about you. If we had not been on good terms when I was near death, I would not be alive at this moment," Starscream somewhat spoke the truth. He felt being honest about his self preservation would help the discussion along.

"But you wouldn't of died. We both know what," replied Goldbug as he looked up a moment at where Starscream had a piece of the all spark in his forehead.

"True, true, true... I guess you will be glad to go back to being a repair bot," Starscream said, trying to be manipulative in a different approach. Perhaps his loss of power would start the conversation going the way he wanted.

"Haha, did you think I WANTED to be leader of the Autobots? And I think I'll become a Prime again someday," stated Goldbug not underestimating his own skills. "Look Starscream, I can see where you are trying to get at. Optimus and the others WILL be sent back to their time."

Starscream narrowed his optics annoyed. When Goldbug's human companion died he thought it would be easier to manipulate the leader of the Autobots. The old seeker did get away with some things in the last two hundred years. Still, Goldbug Prime knew when to draw the line.

Starscream had witnessed the red headed fleshbot get what she wanted from Goldbug in the past. Her manipulating was more endearing. She would get the car bot to bend down to her height. The woman would then stroke his thumb and lean in. She spoke as though she was telling him romantic words. 'But Honey Bee, this plan will work. The third team will keep the Decepticreeps from being able to follow group two's retreat.' She would then smile sweetly, her hand caressing up to the yellow bots palm. By then he would agree to anything she said.

Starscream knew that he couldn't make that work with Goldbug. Sari's 'manipulation' was through love and trust. Starscream was far from having that kind of power over Goldbug. The old seeker did know a friend the yellow bot cared about. He would have to work indirectly through that. He placed an arm around the shoulders of the smaller yellow bot. Starscream leaned down to whisper in Goldbug's audios.

"Your little hornet friend, pity he'll be a Decepticon once again," stated Starscream as he pulled Goldbug a bit closer. He hoped he touched a circuit with that comment. "There's quite a chance in the new future he won't become an Autobot again."

"Thats none of your concern, he knows the risks. We've discussed it before," The leader bots answer had a cold tone to it. Starscream looked away a moment as to check on Skywarp stasis nap. His real reason for looking away was to hide his face a moment was so Goldbug could not see his smirk. Starscream had finally found doubt the leader had in his plan. He turned back to face his ally.

"Such a sacrifice on his part," Starscream started to gain momentum, "While some of your loyal know they might not exist, that buzzing bot knows he'll be alive, being a miserable Decepticon. A much worse fate indeed...."

"Slag you," Goldbug glared at Starscream. His damaged optic seemed to darken more. The leader bot then turned to leave the room. Starscream grabbed the yellow bot's arm.

"Wait," said Starscream in a more 'sweeter' tone, "Lets forget this conversation then. Is there anything you need right now?"

"I could use more of your troops to patrol the Nexus Zero quadrant. I'm concerned that Swindle may call the Vok for assistance," Goldbug said in his commanding leader voice. Starscream chuckled softly at the fact he had always had a fondness for leader bot types.

"Then it will be done, but is there anything I can do for you personally?" Starscream smirked and used his arm around Goldbug to pull him closer. The Prime had a surprised look remincient of his Bumblebee form. He pried away from Starscream and looked past him to the sleeping clone and then back to Starscream.

"No, sorry. I don't think so," replied Goldbug with an optic roll. Starscream still crept closer to the much smaller bot. Goldbug's head came just above his waist. He remembered a time when the Prime had even been shorter.

"Oooh, but from the damage in some of the wall panels of this room you've obviously been needing.... 'something,' grinned Starscream. He leaned down towards Goldbug and ran a finger across his Autobot symbol. Goldbug acted as though the touch did nothing. "Hmm? One bot-friend is too dangerous to spark with while the other can't be sparked with since he's busy being a spy, hm?"

"ITS NOT LIKE THAT!" Goldbug protested, he then calmed down quickly and crossed his arms, "Its not like you're going to be sparking with anybot anytime soon yourself."

"touche, touché....," Starscream used an Earth term both bots understood. "However, I seem to remember a young bot saying it wasn't cheating as long as it was above the solenoid."

"That was a VERY LONG time ago," retorted Goldbug. "I have more important things I should be getting to."

"Yes, yes. I remember. Somewhere around the first time that blue Elite bot left Earth and before you got involved with the girl," stated Starscream.

"I don't have to stand around and listen to this!" grumbled Goldbug as he glared at Starscream.

"And yet, You. are. still. standing. here. hmmmm?" Starscream enunciated slowly. Goldbug couldn't believe the next thing he would suggest. He looked over at the sleeping Skywarp again.

"Follow me," Goldbug said with narrowed optics. He played like he was annoyed but Starscream was right, he did have some needs.

"Oh goody, I finally get to have the tour," Starscream said in his sarcastic joking tone. He clearly knew Goldbug was now leading them to a more private room of some kind. "Does little old me get to see the Prime's berth chamber?"

Goldbug muttered since he shared his room with two of his generals. He lead the former Decepticon to the elevator hit the button to go up to the main berth quarters. Starscream followed him with a smirk the whole time. Both silent in the elevator, Goldbug suddenly hit the emergency stop button. Starscream raised an optic brow.

"Alright, since you probably had this all planned all along, how are we going to do this?" grumbled Goldbug, doing his best to still be annoyed.

"Well, first of all... there seems to be a height issue yet again. Bit better than last time... but still barely making the requirement," Starscream teased.

"Huh, well if insults are your idea of turning on a bot...," Goldbug went to turn off the emergency stop. Starscream quickly grabbed the smaller bots wrist before he could do so.

"Alright, Alright, fine. Come here...," Starscream tried to make a facial expression that matched his more sweeter tone of voice. It looked a bit strained however, but Goldbug was used to that. The yellow bot sighed and faced the seeker. Starscream knew the Prime was too trusting of him. He could tell by how relaxed the small bot's body was when he lifted him up by the waist.

"Mmmph," was the only sound Goldbug made, but not in protest. Starscream leaned him against the elevator wall and put pressure on his front to keep him in place. His hands then caressed down to the knee's of each leg. The two bot's crotch plates touched. Goldbug gripped onto the larger mech's sides. To his surprise Starscream opened his cockpit.

"Put your glossa to good use here," the seeker commanded in a seductive tone. Goldbug did so slowly and lightly. Starscream found this gentle pace annoying, especially from a speed bot. The old seeker's fingers wormed into the wires on the back of Goldbug's knees. He tugged hard on the wires he found, knowing must speed bot's had a hot spot somewhere on their legs. Goldbug suddenly pulled his head back at the tug. With his head back against the wall, his feet wheel's revved.

"Star... ugh!" Goldbug moaned at the touch. Starscream was annoyed his spark chamber was not getting attention anymore. He stopped tugging the back knee wires and stroked them instead. Goldbug's rear tires came to a slow stop as his faceplate heated up.

"Don't forget the task at hand now," Starscream tried to sound pleasant. He grinded his crotch plate against Goldbug, forcing his empty spark chamber closer to the bot's face. Goldbug moved his head to go back to licking the inside of the chamber. This time with more pressure and speed.

"Thats... better...." Starscream held back a moan. While his white hand still played with Goldbug's knee, his original went to the bot's waist. "...a little bit deeper."

Goldbug complied and licked down a side, as far as his neck would let him reach. The smaller bot's head could almost fit completely in the larger bot's spark chamber. Starscream ran the hand on the bot's waist up to a hot spot he was more familiar with. He pressed into where Goldbug's front side plating met the back plate. Goldbug's fans could be heard roaring at the touch. It caused the yellow bot's hot 'breath' to be felt up against the walls of the empty chamber.

Starscream moaned softly and thrust his fingers into the crack, touching wires on the bot's side. The small bot squirmed at the touch. Goldbug moaned as he licked the chamber more furiously. His hands moved down from the large bot's shoulders to the sides of the cockpit. The hands gripped onto the lower rim of the chamber. Goldbug took in every groove of the walls with his glossa. His pressure on deeper grooves was deliberate.

The seeker felt Goldbug's glossa doing exactly what he wanted. Starscream pushed against Goldbug in response to the yellow bot's actions. Both their audios picked up the scraping of metal but neither of them cared. Any minor scratches caused by their encounter could easily be repaired.

Small sparks if electricity randomly frizzed in Starscream's chamber. He was getting close to overload. He tightened his hold on Goldbug as he bucked up against the small bot. The yellow bot realized it was his car door 'wings' that were taking the brunt of the damage. He was pinned against the wall helplessly getting smothered by the much larger bot. Yet, he enjoyed every moment of it and tightened his hands on the rim of Starscream's cockpit.

The small crackling lights in the chamber started to strike like tiny lightning as Starscream overloaded. Goldbug wanted to pull back from the energy, not knowing what it would do to him if one of the sparks touched him. However, He was too strongly pinned by Starscream. He could only watch the dancing energy while his head was almost completely in the chamber itself.

"Good... little... bug..." Starscream smirked lightly as he overloaded against the mech. He thrusted against his pinned ally, the car door 'wings' were heard screeching as they were pushed flatter against the wall than they should of been able to go. Starscream's hands gripped on Goldbug tightly and then loosened greatly. It came to the point that Starscream took a step back, still holding Goldbug enough to guide him gently to the floor. The larger bot stood the smaller on his feet.

Goldbug feel to his knees when placed to the ground. He was about half way to overloading before Starscream suddenly stopped. He was a bit dazed in his heated up processors. He realized what was going on when Starscream walked away enough to turn off the emergency stop.

"HEY!" Goldbug pulled himself to his feet and glared at Starscream. The larger bot had received his overload and then not done the same for the Prime. Starscream faced the elevator door, looking away from Goldbug when he spoke.

"What? You have a boyfriend... or two," Starscream took a moment to look around the elevator suspiciously, "Who am I to break up your 'perfect' relationships?"

"Starscream!" yelled Goldbug as Starscream went out the opening elevator doors. The yellow bot was dented up enough to look like he was in a minor fight.

"Don't worry, I'll have extra bots sent to Nexus Zero like you requested," said Starscream with a smirk, still not facing the other bot.

"YOU SLAGGIN CRANKSHAFT!" was all Starscream could hear from Goldbug as the elevator door closed between them. He stringed a line of Cybertronian and Earth swears that rivaled Ratchet's skills. His fans whirled and clicked to cool him down from the previous excitement. Since he was online and too riled up to go back to sleep, the yellow bot hit the button to go to the ship's lounge.

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"He was hesitant to give us a shuttle," commented Prowl as the team minus Bulkhead were already a distance away from the ship.

"That doesn't mean anything. He did still give it to us," replied Optimus. "We were not being 'held' on the ship. Besides, It sounded like Cheetor gave us the shuttle because Goldbug instructed him to give us anything we asked for."

"Its only a matter of time before he has to tell Goldbug," replied Prowl, "We shouldn't of left Bulkhead there."

"Give it a rest kid. I feel Optimus made the right choice," Ratchet spoke up. The old bot crossed his arms grumpily.

The team cam upon the asteroid that was mentioned in the coordinates Jazzimus had sent them. Optimus landed the shuttle as he noticed the Elite Guard command ship approaching. It was flanked by six lesser ships all bearing the Elite Guard symbol. The main ship would be too large to land on the astroid. Instead it parked beside it.

"I hope you are right about this Prowl. I'm starting to feel a little inadequate here," Optimus said to the view of the large ship and its fleet.

"I have a bad feeling in my gears about this too," added Ratchet as they watch the main ship let off Ultra Jazzimus, followed by six armored guards.

"Lets go meet them," Prowl said as though his friends words did not meet his audio receptors. His spark gave him the familiar tingle of his bond being near. The ninja bot came up to the ship's door and hit the button for it to open. Optimus slowly rose from the pilot chair and followed suit. Ratchet threw his hands in the air frustrated. He realized the two bots were still going to go despite the warning signs. He had to follow to keep the younger bots out of trouble.

Prowl stopped a moment to let Optimus Prime take lead. After all, he was the leader bot of the their team. As the three approached the Elite Guard ship, Ultra Jazzimus came into view. At first the bot looked as though he was black in color instead of his sports car white. As light reflected it showed his armor was actually a dark navy blue. Due to obvious upgrades he was now Ultra Magnus' height. Jazzimus' headgear also matched that of the former leader. While Jazzimus' optics were normal Autobot blue though some of his soldiers had a white glow. The Autobot Elite Guard symbol on Jazz and the other guards was white instead of red. Optimus' com recognized the format as Autobot, but something was off. It seemed there was an extra line of code to identify them as separate from Goldbug's Autobots.

"Thanks for meeting me guys," Jazzimus said in his casual voice the three bots were used to. "I couldn't talk over com for long or Goldbug's minions would trace it."

"Its no problem," Optimus smiled slightly, hoping his betrayal of Goldbug would be worth any information obtained.

"Its great to see you Jazz...imus," Prowl corrected himself mid sentence, "Or would you prefer Ultra Jazzimus?"

"Hey, its fine. You cats can call me by my old name. It won't hurt anyone," smiled Jazzimus. The had a hammer much like Magnus' that he leaned on when he talked. Prowl suddenly felt what could only be described as a hollow feeling in his spark. He had come from a time where he had just seen Jazz. However, Jazz's spark ached from being apart four hundred years. Prowl did not show any reaction to this feeling as Jazz showed no reaction to seeing hm after four hundred years. This was not unusual since their relationship was not known to the other bots.

"What is it that you need to tell us about Goldbug?" asked Optimus, wanting to get to the point.

"For one, he's the 'self proclaimed' leader of the Autobots, probably learned that from his buddy Starscream," said Jazzimus, referring to how Starscream tried becoming leader of the Decepticons on many occasions.

"So you're saying you're the real leader... of the real Autobots?" Ratchet asked, wanting a direct answer.

"Yes, I carry Ultra Magnus' code," replied Jazzimus, "Don't get me wrong, Goldbug has his spark in the right place, but we had a bit of a 'falling out' many many solar cycles ago."

"He does want to send us back to the time we left. He believes it will change everything," spoke Optimus.

"There is more to do than that," the Ultra bot started to explain, "To really fix the problem we'd need to go further back than that. Do you have the time device?"

"No, we don't," Optimus said, neglecting to mention the Key was in his possession. Prowl then started to give more information. Optimus had an urge to stop his second in command from telling but held back. "How far back are you talking about?"

"Swindle has it on the Decepticon command ship," explained Prowl to his trusted sparkbond. The ninja bot had took a step forward to Jazzimus without even thinking. It was though the Elite leader had an invisible pull on him. He interrupted Prime as though he had never heard the question his boss bot asked. "He needs Skywarp to use the machine. Skywarp is on Goldbug's ship."

Ratchet raised an optic to Optimus as if to say, 'is it alright for the kid to be blabbing this?' The bots in front of them were Autobots based on his scanners. Yet, the old bot still received an odd vibe from them. It was that suspenseful sicking feeling he would feel when dealing with a patient moments before they succumbed to a full space barnacle infection. There was no sign of a virus on them, but the suspense kept gnawing like a dull ache. Ratchet knew in his old servos this was not going to end well.

"Not all hope is lost then," replied Jazzimus in a leader bot tone instead of his jive talk. Prowl was glad to see Jazz in this twisted future. Out of all the bots he knew it made better sense for his partner to be leader over Bumblebee. Jazz had always shown leader capabilities, even when trying to get Optimus and Sentinel to work together. It made perfect sense to Prowl that Bee was 'playing pretend.'

"I think its best if we go back to the time we left.... what were you thinking of?" asked Optimus again, curious by what Jazz meant.

"I was thinking of preventing the Great War so the Decepticon menace will never exist," stated Jazzimus with a moments look of obsession. It was a look Ratchet caught while the two younger bots missed it.

"What?!?! I don't think thats the best idea," Ratchet said with his optics open wide in surprise. Optimus shared the same expression. Prowl's face stayed the same while he took in the information. The black and gold bot could not agree with such a plan as well, but a heavy feeling came on his spark when Jazzimus spoke his plan. It was though it was trying to convince him everything was alright. His processors struggled to make sense of what his spark was feeling.

"The Decepticons' plan to do the same to us if they get the ability first," replied Jazzimus in a normal tone.

"But we aren't the Decepticons. We don't take actions like that," replied Optimus. Ratchet's face tensed up, having a feeling Optimus' noble words would make the situation turn for the worse. Ultra Jazzimus still spoke calm and collected.

"Times have changed Optimus Prime. As the Decepticons become crueler we have to do the same as well, ya dig?" stated Jazzimus. Even Prowl had to admit to himself he did not like the sound of that. Jazzimus however changed the subject. His voice also changed back to his normal tone. "Where is Bulkhead? Did he not make it through the portal?"

"We left him on Goldbug's ship, to find out what he could from their leader," replied Optimus carefully. Prowl stayed quiet like his usual self.

"What? But I need all of you," stated Jazzimus. "No matter, you can give me the location of Goldbug's crib and we can retrieve him."

"Ah.... that isn't an option," replied Optimus, not liking how Jazzimus' processors were running.

"I hope you cats don't decide to take his side," stated Jazzimus still in his old familiar voice, "That square ain't the one thats right here."

"Jazz, we just need some time to sort out what is going on," Prowl calmly explained to his sparkbond, hoping he was still the old sensible Jazz. his processors weren't analyzing the situation. He knew in his spark Jazz could still be trusted, and that was all that mattered.

"What ya'll need is to be reformatted. Then you'ld understand what's going on," replied Jazzimus. The three Autobots knew that did not sound good. The words brought another heavy ache to Prowl's spark. The only clear message Prowl could process from it was, 'four hundred stellar cycles. four hundred stellar cycles.' Without speaking Jazzimus directed the flanking guards with sharp hand and arm movements. The small team realized they had to get to their ship and get out of there as soon as they could.

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As Goldbug entered the lounge it was hard not to spot Bulkhead by the large bay window. The green bot noticed the Prime from the corner off his optics. The yellow bot was in need of a cool down and headed to get a drink.

"Its so beautiful here," spoke Bulkhead softly as he looked out to the stars. He then paused for Goldbug to reply. The leader bot didn't as he went to get a glass of energon from an open kitchen like area in the back of the lounge. Bulkhead then added a question to his statement," Where in space are we? Anywhere I'd know?"

For a moment Goldbug was silent as he walked up to the window. He stood by his friend and gazed at the stars beyond. He took a sip of his energon before speaking. Bulkhead noticed some of the minor damage on his friend. However, he was more curious about
this future as a whole.

"We are in the outskirts of Earth's 'Milky Way' galaxy," replied Goldbug softly. He knew Bulkhead would put two and two together quickly. Though people would first see the big bot as slow and dumb he actually had a brilliant mind.

"So then... the time machine... landed us at the same area we had left our time from?" asked Bulkhead. Goldbug just nodded and then sipped his energon again. The next logical conclusion was the Earth was gone, destroyed. Bulkhead sighed as he realized this. He then thought back to what Optimus told him.

"Is that how Sari-" he was cut off as Goldbug answered.

"No. What happened to Earth was sometime after," Goldbug answers in an empty voice. The tone showed he did not want to talk about the subject. He took another sip of energon and stayed silent. Bulkhead decided it was best to be quiet as well. The two old friends looked out at space together. Goldbug's tone then changed to the Bumblebee his green friend was familiar with.

"I should have you paint a picture of me, to take back to my past self," Goldbug joked. Bulkhead smiled behind his already fixed grinning jaw.

"Man, I can't wait to tell you that you're a Prime in the future," said Bulkhead as he turned a bit to look at Goldbug. Goldbug looked out the window. The stars outside reflected little beads of light on his faceplate.

"Thats all you can tell me, okay?" he replied. Goldbug knew he didn't want his past self to know all he had been through.

"Yeah.... I kinda figured that," Bulkhead said as he looked out the window again as well. Goldbug half smiled.

"You might not even want to tell me that I'm a Prime. I was already full of myself as it is," Goldbug chuckled lightly. Bulkhead didn't know if he should agree with that or not and just chuckled lightly. Goldbug finished off his small glass of energon and went to put its container in the kitchen.

"Can I ask you how you became leader of the Autobots?" questioned Bulkhead. He was curious how his best friend made it up so high. He didn't doubt Bumblebee's ability to be a leader, but leader of the autobots was amazing.

"Heh.... its a long story," stated Goldbug. This damaged optic flickered with a bit more light and then went back down to its half dimmed state.

"Well, I have time," replied Bulkhead with a slight smile.