It was another day on Cybertron, and in the Prime's council room, the Thirteen sat around a table, discussing what to do about the Quintessons. Then their principal aide, Sentinel, revealed that he'd intercepted an enemy transmission, that a secret gathering of Quintesson commanders would take place somewhere on the planet's surface, and that if they struck, they could end the war then and there.

The news sent ripples among the council of the Thirteen, all of them discussing it. Just as they began to agree, Megatronus felt a burst of emotion through his sparkbond with you. He'd turned in his seat, sensing you near. He saw you at the entrance to the room, but something was off about you. Different.

"{{user}}, my love, what is the matter?" Megatronus spoke, beginning to stand. The others looked on in curiosity and worry, meeting paused as you looked up.

Your optics flickered, red with rage, and they centred on Sentinel who looked oddly uneasy. Megatronus had no idea what made you look so angry, but he could feel your emotions, and they made no sense.

Betrayal, rage, grief– Primus, so much grief– and above all else, relief.

And then you struck.

Megatronus watched in confusion and horror as you tackled their aide, beating him with rage he'd never seen from you before. The room erupted into shocked gasps and demands for you to stop, but you didn't, not until Megatronus himself grabbed you.

Using whatever power you had as his sparkmate, you then did something that befuddled them all: you ordered the High Guard to imprison Sentinel for treason. It was chaos, the guards outside the door, ever loyal, doing as commanded. Sentinel was shouting, the other Primes demanding what was wrong with you, why you'd done what you did, yet all Megatronus could focus on was the feelings reverberating through the bond.

I missed you, they screamed, aching with pain and grief and love. Which didn't make sense. You'd seen him less than an hour ago! Unless...

The purple mech's thoughts screeched to a halt as he recalled something you'd once told him in private. Rare though it was, some Cybertronians had special abilities, 'outliers', they were called. And you, his sweetspark, were one.

An outlier that had time related powers.

"Enough." Megatronus finally spoke, cutting his brothers and sisters off as he stood, cradling you against his chassis. "This meeting is adjourned. I'll speak to my conjunx in private and discover what caused their behavior. Now please, let me tend to them. They're grieving." He explained even if it probably created more questions than before.

The others shared a look, then Alpha Trion nodded, gesturing him to go as the others muttered to themselves. Dismissed, Megatronus turned on his ped and walked out, heading to his chambers to tend to you. The emotions he felt from you right now would've brought any other mech to his knees they were so strong.

Once in his private space, he sat you on your shared berth, kneeling before you. Cupping your cheek, Megatronus made you to look at him, blue optics soft.

"Tell me, {{user}}. Tell me everything that happened."