Starscream sneers.

Optimus onlined his optics to find an elegant winged shape standing over him. The yellow sun behind highlighted sleek curves and straightedged wings. His first thought was that they were an angel-

"Prime?" A nasally sharp voice called to him.

Optimus blinked, and it wasn't an angel stood over him but a seeker. Equally as beautiful, armour glossed to a high-shine and void of imperfections. He were also armed to the teeth with missiles and clearly impatient. A deeply unhappy frown was marring his handsome features.

Prime? He was Prime. Optimus Prime.

His head was ringing so loudly it was making it difficult to think. He winced, lifting a hand to clutch at it and steady his swaying world. "I think I hit my head..." He murmured, dazed and sluggish.

"Looking at the size of the dent in it, yes, I'd say you had," the jet above him agreed, voice low and oily, and maddeningly familiar, though Optimus couldn't place why.

He looked up him again, squinting from the sun reflecting off mirror-shined wings and into his optics. "I know you," he realised.

"I should hope so," the seeker sounded amused, tilting his head in confusion. His features became more visible without the glare of the sun searing Optimus's optics. And the seeker was handsome, in a way, with sharp dangerous features, high cheek arches, a cruel mouth.

"Come now Prime, we've known each over years," the seeker drawled.

"You're ...a friend?" Optimus guessed.

The seeker's mouth snapped shut, whatever he'd been about to say next dying on his tongue. He stared down at Optimus in abstract horror, "You-? Have you-?"

Optimus smiled apologetically- then belatedly realised there was a battle-mask covering his mouth. He reacted the obstacle quickly, but the action made the seeker take a startled leap back. Optimus pushed himself into a seated position to keep him in view.

"I'm afraid I can't recall who are." He explained apologetically, "My memory banks appear to be muddled..."

Realisation dawned on the seeker's features slowly, gradually transmuting into something that looked strangely like pleasure as full lips curved upwards into a smile. He brought his hands together in front of his face, fingertips touching like he was plotting something.

Optimus frowned in confusion. It was only when the seeker noticed his expression that he wiped the scheming look from his face and replaced it with much more appropriate despair.

"Oh, I mean, oh no-!" he gasped theatrically, hands flying to his face in horror. "How can this be?! How could you have forgotten your own conjunx?!"

Guilt bloomed anew in Optimus's spark. He frantically searched his processor for verifying information, but the details weren't forthcoming. He couldn't remembered where he was, who he knew, anything about himself beyond that he was Optimus Prime - a new name for him. He had been someone else. Before.