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Better Halves
A Transformers fan fiction
By Sefiru
Summary: (G1, TFA) a space bridge experiment ends up connecting to an unexpected place.
Disclaimer: I don't own it and I make no money. Ba weep gra na weep nini bong.
Pairing(s): Optimus Prime/Prowl, Optimus Prime/Prowl
Warnings: NC-17, stickyfic , cross-continuity, language, violence
Admiral ShadowWolf : hey, if I were predictable, I would bore myself. ^^
shozurei : short is as short does. As for confidence, young Optimus is shown in canon to be way more confident than he thinks he is …
In this chapter: well, the working title was "Sentinel gets pwned ." ^^
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Chapter 10: The More, The Merrier
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     Optimus was surprised, when he woke, to be alone on the recharge bunk, a fully transformed police cruiser on the floor beside him. As he sat up, Prowl's engine turned over and he changed back to robot mode. "Did you enjoy the night, Optimus Prime?"
     Optimus stretched; there was a bit more wear on his components than there had been. " it was fantastic. But don't – "
     Prowl held up a servo to stop him. "It's your name, too. You've got what it takes to carry it." And Prowl would only say that if he meant it. Optimus squared his shoulders.
     "All right, then. Let's go."
     They emerged into the main cabin. But unlike on Prowl's previous visit, they had attracted attention. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker , Inferno and Red Alert – who was likely the one who spread the word around – and a few other bots were hanging around, and greeted them all with catcalls. "Hey, Prowl, does the kid measure up?" Sunstreaker yelled.
     "What glitch makes you think it's any of your business?" Prowl's wings gave him away with a slight flutter.
     "I'm sure that Prowl has no reason to complain." Sunstreaker jumped; Optimus Prime (the elder) had appeared right behind him. The junior bots had the grace to look shamefaced at getting caught talking about their leader's interfacing skill.
     "Busted," commented Jazz from the doorway behind Prime. "An' I got some nice greasy maintenance work for y'all."
     Red Alert was just opening his mouth to complain when Teletraan-1 pinged. "Warp signal detected in sector five-two-romeo ." At the same moment prowl's servo went to his chest, and Jazz exclaimed, "Whoa, that's groovy!" Optimus looked back and forth between them, concerned. It was too soon – and why Prowl and Jazz? And then he knew.
     "Aw, scrap."
     "Tell us," Prime said.
     "Only Ultra Magnus could order my team to open the portal. And if Jazz is here, then so is Magnus, and probably Sentinel as well."
     Prowl cocked an eyebrow. "As if I needed any more proof who you are. That is exactly what young Prowl just told me."
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     "Can't Optimus keep his aft out of trouble for one solar cycle?"
     "Will you turn your vocaliser down, Sentinel?" Prowl hissed. "You'll bring the Decepticons down on us all."
     "Oh, come on, why would the Cons pay attention to this Primus-forsaken dustbowl?"
     Perhaps because of the transwarp rift that had now occurred four times in the same location? Megatron wasn't stupid, and neither was Starscream . If they weren't attacked in the next megacycle, Prowl would be very surprised.
     "Prowl is correct," Ultra Magnus said softly. His servos shifted on his war hammer. "Maintain complete radio silence and speak only when necessary. Otherwise, Sentinel, you will receive a short, sharp lesson in the realities of war."
      Sentinel sulked. Prowl was bust calculating if his hologram could cover them all – only just, if they all stayed close together. He couldn't help thinking this was a bad idea; if Optimus crossing over was unwise, Ultra Magnus doing the same was downright insane. On the other servo, he certainly didn't mind being in range of the Spark link again. He had already spoken to elder Prowl and the Autobots were coming, but the four of them would have to be on full alert until then. "Jazz, what's your status?"
     "I'm cool. This Spark link gig is solid." Typical.
     "I can feel something faint." Ultra Magnus rubbed his chest plate thoughtfully. "And you did say my counterpart is not on this planet."
     "What are you guys talking about?" Sentinel grumbled. "I don't feel anything."
     "That's because you don't have a counterpart." Prowl waited a beat for Sentinel to throw out his chest proudly, then added, "anymore."
     "Oh. Hey – !"
     Jazz waved them all to silence. Prowl brought up his hologram and then turned up the gain on his sensors, looking for what the other ninjabot had sensed. It was nothing definite; the flicker of a pixel in the optics, a variation in the waveform of the sound of the wind. Something was out there. Ultra Magnus, veteran, responded to the ninjabots ' alertness with a tighter grip on his hammer. Sentinel just looked around in confusion.
    Cycles passed nervously as the group moved, one slow step at a time, away from its last visible position. Prowl nearly jumped out of his plating when he heard the elder Prowl's Spark voice, but the message was a relief: < Backup is en route. Stay where you are, and stay out of sight. >
      There wasn't much else they could do. More endless cycles, and then transformation sounds – five of them – ripped through the air. A yellow-painted metallic figure loomed suddenly over the hilltop. This can't be good …
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     "Prowl, Jazz and I will go out and collect our new arrivals." Prime thought for a moment, then pointed as he made selections. "Ironhide , Tracks, Cliffjumper , hm , Mirage and Hound will come with us. No, Optimus," he told his counterpart, "You can't come along with that knee. In fact, I'd like to leave you in charge of the Ark while we're away."
     "I – wait, what?" Young Optimus gaped, and a wave of consternation rolled through the junior bots in the compartment. Leave their base in the care of (in their view) this cheap imitation?
      "I have my reasons, which will become clear," Prime said. "And I'm sure you can handle anything that may come up." This seemed to satisfy his crew members, but his counterpart shot him a suspicious look. And rightly so. A bot could not outwit Megatron time after time without some measure of cunning. Prime sent the impression of a wink across the Spark link. " Autobots, transform and roll out."
      The road to the warp rift sight was familiar enough to put him on edge. Familiar meant predictable, and predictable meant Decepticons . Megatron might have slipped a lot, but he wouldn't let something of this magnitude slip. Prime had his sensors dialed to maximum gain, and he knew that the rest of his team did too; none of them wanted anything to get past them to harm the civilians.
      Civilians, by Primus. How long had it been since he'd seen a Cybertronian civilian, before young Prowl had come through the rift? He didn't know if there were even any left. They had all gotten out of the habit of thinking in those terms; his crew had been disappointed, for instance, to discover that his own counterpart was a 'mere' maintenance bot. They would soon learn differently. So few of them had known him in the early days, and seen him uncertain and insecure; fewer still knew they were being led by a former dockworker.
       Ahead of him, a streak of white flashed across the sky. "Starscream ," Prowl hissed from behind him. In response he switched on his proximity radar and went to full speed.
      The next few cycles, as usual, felt like eons. Prime had led reinforcements to battle more times than he'd bothered to count, and this was always the worst part. As they got closer, he could sense the emissions of weapons; "They are engaged," Prowl said needlessly. The team, too, had done this so many times they needed no instruction. They rolled up to the little hill dividing the road from the rift site and transformed with weapons hot. The view beyond was the one Prime least wanted to see. Second least; their guests were all still mobile, but tangled up with Devastator and Starscream . As I thought. The Seeker captain had a disturbingly personal interest in the younger Prowl; no surprise that he was interfering personally. Prime hefted his rifle and waded in.
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     The gestalt constructicon was huge. It uncovered them by the simple method of smashing the ground around it until it forced them to scatter, taking the other Autobots out of range of Prowl's projector. Magnus swung his hammer at the ground, raising a dust cloud that hid them for a few moments longer. Then they were out in the open, and things got instantly worse when Starscream swooped down on them. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the ho-bot again. Bring your gearbox over here, Daddy Starscream will take good care of you." He thrust his hips rudely in Prowl's direction.
     "I'd rather 'face a drill press." Prowl suppressed his disgust as he dodged another blow from Devastator. He and Jazz were keeping clear well enough, though neither of them could get any hits in. Ultra Magnus was using his hammer to good effect to smash Devastator's servos away from himself. And Sentinel … Sentinel was running wildly around the field, while Starscream hovered above taking potshots at him.
      "You won't get away with this! Somebody make him stop!"
      "You're not pretty enough to make him stop. Devastator, the black-and-gold one's mine!"
      Prowl had never been more relieved to feel the rumble of approaching truck engines under his pedes . The Autobots came over the hilltop with guns blazing. Prime's first shot clipped Starscream in the tailfin; concentrated fire from the others caused Devastator to separate. This at least evened the scale if not the odds. Magnus smashed his hammer into one of the Constructicons , sending him into the hillside; Jazz and Jazz caught another one and threw him into Starscream's knees. Ironhide took a shot to the shoulder and Tracks got thrown head over aft by a missile, but overall the Autobots held the advantage. With Prime calmly calling orders to coordinate them, they eventually drov the Decepticons off.
      Prowl dusted himself off. Noting a particular absence, he asked his counterpart, "Where's Optimus?"
      "He's on the Ark. He got hit in the knee on arrival and Ratchet is having some 'trouble' replacing it."
      "Hm . I'll have to remember that one."
      "I'm glad you liked it."
      Nearby. The two Jazzes were engaged in either an elaborate secret handshake or a variant on a thumb war. Finally the larger thumped the smaller on the shoulder and declared him 'solid'. And Prime slung his rifle over his shoulder and stepped forward to greet Ultra Magnus. "My apologies for our late arrival," he said.
      "Nonsense, sir," Magnus replied. " it's been a while, but I know what to expect from a hot zone."
      "So I've heard." They clasped servos.
      Prowl was watching Sentinel out of the side of his optic. He had purposely not mentioned exactly who was in charge here; Magnus might have figured it out, but Sentinel certainly hadn't. He was slack-jawed at hearing Ultra Magnus call anyone sir, and it was about to turn into bluster.
      "What took you so long?" he griped. "I nearly got smashed by that yellow giant … thing! I'll bet that's Optimus's fault too, the slag-headed trouble magnet can't get anything right."
      The local Autobots bristled at his tone, not to mention the insult to their leader's name. Prowl rolled his optics. But Prime answered calmly, "You are all online and unhurt. That is a favorable result by any measure."
      If there was one thing Sentinel couldn't stand, it was a bot who wouldn't rise to his bait. " Who the Pit are you, anyway?" he demanded.
     "I? I am the commander of the Autobots of this dimension." A twinkle in his optics suggested that he was smirking under his mask. "My name is Optimus Prime."
      Prowl would remember the look on Sentinel's face for many millennia to come.
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Poor Sentinel – he gets no respect (or at least not as much as he wants …)
Next chapter: meanwhile, back at the Ark …
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