Erased Memories (TFP)

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"U-Uh...I did murder my alternate reality counterpart, so um- not really that forgiving."

"Light...don't ruin the grand moment."

"Oh y-yeah, go ahead! You w-were saying?"

The blue orb could only muster another sigh and revealed his true form, raising an optic ridge at the femme.

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"Surprised?" he asked, giving the twins a tiny smirk.

They SHOOK their helms.

"I was sort of expecting a grand entrance..."

"I thought you were going to reveal yourself when you made the projections earlier...this is sort of anti-climactic, y'know?"

Huffing out indignantly, Primus set both of his servos on his hips, glaring at them. "You can't be serious."

"Absolutely am!" they replied, grinning from audial receptors to audial receptors.

"I'm sending you both back now."

The two femmes burst into a fit of laughter, successfully tearing the God's ego down.

"Come on, we're just joking!"

"Can't take a joke now, sir?"

"You two are genuinely insufferable." He muttered, dragging his slender, semi- translucent servos across his face.

"You made us; still gotta love us." Shadow smirked.

"I remembered when you were still having an attitude like a Prime. What changed that notion?"

"Lightblade." Shadow answered truthfully, staring into her counterpart's optics. "Forever and always shall be my priority."

"Damn, you so cheesy!" Lightblade blushed, smacking the strategist's arms.

Humming in satisfaction, the Cybertronian deity cleared his voicebox, wanting the two Ioas' attention focused on him.

"Listen carefully now. I am going to send you back online, but you must know that you're going to face with the final showdown. Whether you like it or not, you have to be ready." Primus began, lifting his right servo up and revealed a hint on his palms. "Make a plan and END this mess. Please, the sake of Cybertron's life depends on this."

Turning to look at one another, the duo grasped their servos together and nodded, coming to an agreement.

"it's a good day to die, but we'll hold on till the end." They said simultaneously, gaze firm with resolution.

"Very well then, I bid you both the best of luck." Primus said, pleased with their answers. Waving his servos, the two femmes felt their bodies vanishing once again. Before Light fully disappeared, Primus winked at her and mouthed a sentence.

'He loves you.'

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In reality...

Optimus and Ratchet suddenly grasped their helms in agony, groaning out loud. Ratchet had to hold himself stable by gripping the berth's handle while the Prime collapsed onto the floor, spasming uncontrollably.

"OPTIMUS, RATCHET!" The team yelled, rushing over to help both mechs up. Bulkhead and Smokescreen kept the boss steady while Arcee and Bumblebee lent a servo to the grumpy medic.

"Ugh..."

"W-What...the...frag..." Ratchet hissed, shutting his optics tightly as he felt a slight vertigo.

"Easy Ratchet..." Arcee said, worried for the Autobot CMO. "What happened?"

"I-It's like I'm hit with...a wave..." Ratchet mumbled, still trying to process the sudden overloading data in his processors. "I-I'm remembering...s-something..."

"I-Ioa..." Optimus breathed out; one servo extended out to the unconscious femme on the berth.

"She's okay, Optimus. Y-You just rest up, please!" Smokescreen assured the Prime, but Optimus shook his helm slowly, digits wavering as he pointed at the white and gold femme.

"I-Ioa..." he repeated, optics brimming to tears. His processors was pulsing, audial receptors ringing and the most of all his spark was ramming wildly. Gritting his dentas, the Autobot leader raspily spoke up, answering the team's lingering question to their sudden illness.

"I-I ...remembered."

A/N: DUN DUN DUN!

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