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Better Halves	By : sefiru Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Crossovers Views: 8853 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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
Hecate_19: don't worry, I never leave a fic unfinished. And Sentinel has got it coming …
GhostsofElysium , Fayola : ^___^
shozurei : Just wait until chapter 14 ^^
GabrielC : thanks! The plot is winding up ^^
djsaj : When it comes to writing, I tend to err on the side of letting readers figure things out. So yes, you are supposed to think that Optimus has been through this kind of exercise before.
luckylurker : I was wondering if anyone would catch that ^^ yes, it's a continuity error for now, but I have an idea to explain it. :P
Well, folks, for once I am not feeling at all guilty for updating late, because that seminar I went to was awesome.
In this chapter: Sentinel gets pwned again, and Ultra Magnus explains what he's up to.
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Chapter 12: Looking Forward, Looking Back
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     Prowl's engine was still revved from the fight – both from confronting the Decepticons and from watching Prime kick aft and take names. When would his Optimus match that potential? He was tempted to gear down and relax, but his counterpart was still alert, and Prowl understood why. This would be an ideal time for the Cons to launch a second strike, when they were tired and focused on returning to base. Not until they crossed the Ark's security perimeter did the local Autobots stand down.
      Sentinel was uncharacteristically silent, but that wouldn't last. The shock would probably wear off as soon as the younger Optimus appeared – which he did, striding down the main ramp to meet them. His arm was splattered halfway to the shoulder with pink; for a Spark-stopping moment Prowl thought he'd been injured, but then he saw that there wasn't any structural damage. It had to be paint. And the elder Prowl was laughing at him silently.
     "I called it," the younger Optimus said to the elder.
     "I thought you might," replied Prime. "Any damage?"
     "Only to Mirage's ego."
     Prime nodded and then formally invited Ultra Magnus aboard; the two commanders walked inside, leaving Optimus to greet his comrades.
     "So. Now you know," Prowl said.
     "Now I know." Optimus held out a servo. "For the future?"
     Prowl took it. "The future." The various bots around them watched with shades of confusion or understanding. Jazz and Jazz traded looks; Sentinel just looked perplexed. Ironhide chuckled and said,
     "I remember a scene a lot like this one, a long time ago. That's when I knew we were going to win this thing sometime."
     Prowl looked over his shoulder at the weapons bot. "Surely our counterparts never had as many disagreements as the two of us."
     "Don't you believe it – they used to argue tactics like two junkers over a pint of oil, until they figured out they were more effective combined."
     "Hmph ," elder Prowl commented.
     At this point Sentinel came out of his apparent daze. "What I don't get, Optimus, is how any universe could make a Supreme Commander out of a dead-end no-talent screwup like you."
      "Really," Optimus replied.
      "Yeah, really. I mean, look at you – stuck on an organic-infested dirtball with a crew of rejects as glitched -out as you are. I mean, you're obviously never going to amount to anythi – "
      Two hulking forms suddenly emerged from the shadows to stand at Optimus's shoulders: identical Autobots, one yellow, one red.
     "Hello, chin-bot," Sideswipe began.
     "You should be more careful of who's listening when you insult the name of Optimus Prime," Sunstreaker continued.
      "Not to mention three senior officers and a war hero," Sideswipe added. The twins each took a step forward, looming over the blue bot. As usual, Sentinel's vocalizer reacted first.
      "You can't talk to me that way! I'm a graduate of the Autobot Academy and a member of the Cybertronian Elite Guard!"
      "Oh yeah?" Sunstreaker said. "Let me tell you something. I'm a veteran front-line soldier. I'm the first into every battle and the last to fall back. I've killed more Decepticons than you've had tune-ups and I've lost more friends than you've ever had. What did you do to earn those little red wing decals?"
      ("Sunstreaker has friends?" elder Prowl asked Ironhide .
       "Apparently.")
       "Also, I'm prettier than you," the yellow bot concluded. Sentinel's jaw worked up and down silently.
       Optimus was watching this byplay with a growing grin. "Sunny, Sideswipe, do me a favor and show Sentinel around. Make sure he stays in one piece, and everything."
       "You got it, Young Prime."
       "We'll show him a real good time." The twins took hold of Sentinel's elbows and steered him up the ramp. Prowl watched them go.
       "I almost feel sorry for him."
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      Meanwhile, Prime and Ultra Magnus ascended to a narrow walkway that surmounted the Ark's hull; if this Magnus was anything like his counterpart, he would like to walk while they conferred. "I am surprised that a bot in your position would undertake such a hazardous journey."
      "I admit it doesn't seem prudent. But when Bumblebee explained what lay on this side of the bubble, I wanted to see. I wanted to speak to another commander. And if some think this is a sign of corrupt software, so much the better."
       "I see. You are laying a trap."
      "Yes. We stand on the verge of another Great War. The Elite Guard is corrupt; there is a Decepticon agent in our highest ranks, and by the time I discovered him he was entrenched too deeply to remove." Ultra Magnus reached the end of the walkway and turned, servos clasped behind his back. "I'm old. I don't have the strength left to lead the Autobots through another conflict. Even in my younger days I could never really match wits with Megatron. But hidden in plain sight I had a bot who could."
       "Optimus."
       "Indeed. Even when he was in the Academy I believed he had the potential to command; it hurt to wash him out after the loss of Elita-1. Perhaps it was the will of Primus. Here was the bot with the Spark and the skills I needed, isolated from the politics and corruption of the Guard. I gave him the title of Prime, for credibility when the time comes; Bumblebee, a young scoutbot who forfeited his career for a friend; Bulkhead, the most brilliant engineer of his generation though no one would guess it; Ratchet, wise in the ways of war and medicine; and finally, Omega Supreme. Now he has Blurr , too. I assigned them to space bridge maintenance; no one would look twice at them. And I sent them out into the galaxy to learn."
      Prime studied the shorter bot pacing beside him; there was a weary set to his shoulders. "You do not expect to survive," he observed.
      "No, sir. I have made myself appear to be the weak link. When the Decepticons strike the Elite Guard, they will strike me first. … I've done terrible things in the name of winning the war, but it's time I made a stand. This time the Autobots will fight as Autobots. Young Optimus will see to it."
      Prime nodded. The plan was sound enough, for the corner that Magnus was in. "Have you told him?" he asked.
      "No, though he may have guessed, or will guess. Jazz is the only one I've told. Sentinel, Primus help us, is capable enough, but he couldn't keep a secret if it was welded to him."
      "Hmm. I suggest you do have a word with young Optimus while you're here and no one can overhear you. If I understand correctly, that is part of the reason you came."
      Ultra Magnus blinked at him in surprise; then he smiled. "Now I know I chose correctly."
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So obviously this takes place sometime before "Where is thy Sting". Magnus knew what was coming.
Next chapter: Well, Sentinel is still getting out-jerked by Sunny, the Prowls get their ninja on, and the Optimuses (Optimi ?) make plans of a decidedly non-military nature.
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