What if

Ahh lordy, ElasticPoodle has hacked my brain and bullied me into doing this. Just cuz she gave me 100's of idea for my short stories. Hopefully you enjoy every minute of this! *shakes fist

Oh yeah and the rest of you might want to read it

Disclaimer: Nope don't own a giant robot er robots or there respective creators .

What if. What if. What if.

Two little words that have the power to change entire the structure of time itself.

The words rolled over and over in Optimus Prime's head every day since the accident. What if Elita was saved from her gruesome fate, would they have become something more? Would he have done half the things he faced alone on earth with a screwy team of bots?

He stared up at the smoggy night air of earth as they sat watching, waiting. The girl was curled up on bumblebee's hand yawning saying, "One more minute. It will happen in one more minute."

"But Sari it's like one in the morning." Bee complained, "We're the only ones out here besides boss bot."

"Aww, but I want to see the shower." She told him looking up with her wide eyes, "They say if you close you eyes and say a wish just as a falling star streaks through the sky it will come true."

'Really?" Bee asked, "Oh then I'm staying out here. I want to see if I can get me some new speeders."

"I really want that new game, Sugar Bombers." Sari yawned as she stared up, "Oh here it comes." She pointed excitedly as thousands of small light flew across the sky.

Optimus almost didn't look up, but the words resonated in his head.

If you make a wish on a falling star.

He closed his eyes, just as he caught one streaking above, and wished with every circuit in his system that it was all-different. That Elita had never been the one to fall. That they had been able to rescue her.

He blinked open his optics feeling the familiar disappointment as he sat down on the roof. Of course it wouldn't work, nothing changes just because you wished it so. It was just something sparkling had, that kind of innocence where everything is right and magic fills the world.

"Bumblebee you may want to take Sari inside. Emma won't be happy if she get's sick."

"Right Boss bot." Bee answered, "Boss bot. You okay."

"Yeah I'm fine." He answered with a small grim smile as he turned back up to the sky hearing bee mutter about stranger than prowl before he disappeared back into the warehouse.

'I'm fine." He mumbled again, as he sighed laying back on the roof. What if. What if. What if. The words teased re opening old wounds, that Prowl always said would mend in time. Yet here he was stellar cycles later still moping over something that would never change.

He rolled over on his side, closing his optics as he fell into recharge, to depressed to care that he was outside exposed to the elements. They would wake him if they needed something.

What if.

"Your not getting cold landing pads Optimus old pal," Sentinel teased as he nudged him in the chest plate, "Decepticons we're known for hoarding energon."

Prime blinked as if snapping out of some vision as he glanced around on the grisly barren organic planet. He could have sworn a moment ago, he couldn't put it into words; it was like he had been recharging. "De Je Vu. I feel like we've done this all before."

"What?" Sentinal scoffed, as he placed his arm around Elita walking away, "Fine we get it. You're to scared."

Prime felt his system heat at the simple sight of his arm around her, but something else was tugging on his spark. A primitive instinct that was screaming turn around now. Not for fear of stockades, but something worse.

I coming he decided, but had his systems ready just in case.

"Someone's got to keep you to malfunctions from getting in over your heads." He scolded as Sentinal turned back to laugh at him saying, "Since when do we get in over-"
Like an omen the floor decided to cave in as all three of them tumbled to the dirty floor of hard rock. He blanked out for a minute, and all around him was a swirling darkness, as a deep voice whispered in his audio receptorwhat is done shall be undone.

before he woke up to the crushing darkness of the underground cave system lighted only from the hole in the ground.

His first reaction was to glare at sentinel who shrugged asking, "What?" as if he didn't already know what he had indirectly caused. Prime didn't respond, just stood up brushing the dirt of his chest plate, searching for Elita who had landed thankfully in a rock pile close to his.

"Did you hear that?" she asked standing up as a primitive roar erupted throughout the tunnel and Sentinal seemed to jump in place at it.

'It sound like it came from that tunnel." Prime answered as he turned his high beams on as his optics adjusted to the dark.

"Well come on, that energon isn't going to come to us." Sentinal joked as he started down the tunnel letting Elita lead.

"Wait!" Prime started, "We need to find a way out."

"Yeah." Elita answered, "And how do you think we're going to do that? Not by standing around here, besides I don't think your hook can reach up that high Prime."

She had a point, he thought to himself as they started down the tunnel.

"Relax." Sentinal told him, "If we run into anything we should be able to handle it. Not like where sparkling, we're trained elite guard material."

"Not yet." Prime reminded him, "We just went through boot camp."

Elite laughed, "Come on guys loosen up. When we get out of here this will all just is a funny memory."

"Famous last words." He joked laughing nervously wondering why they sent such a bad feeling down his inner cortex.

shorter then the orginal chapter I was going to post, but this leads better. There ya go! Please review and or fav.