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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
GabrielC : if the fan doesn't work, take an ice pack ^^
Shozurei : you may have a point. I couldn't think of a better word to put there, though.
Admiral ShadowWolf : I do tend to write assuming people know the series. I think this chapter kind of speaks for itself …
Note to Self: Do not go shopping on the Saturday before Christmas. Ooh my aching head. And wallet.
In this chapter: Aft kickage .
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Chapter 15: Beware the Nice Ones
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     The final day dawned dark and overcast. A thunderstorm was brewing, and Prowl was thankful for it; the Seekers would have to fly cautiously. None of the Autobots had any illusions that Megatron would let them get to the portal freely, and though the warp rift was due to open just after noon, the Autobot teams were up and moving before the sun. They had no hope of sneaking past the Decepticons with the five bots who were going home; the next best option was to go in force to take and hold the portal site until the rift closed for the last time.
     Prowl stood quietly in a corner of the main deck with a can of silicone lubricant, making sure that his shuriken were properly oiled. Optimus perched on the med bench while Ratchet made the final adjustments on his knee joint; all around them, and all over the Ark, bots were checking weapons and tuning internal systems.
      "Try it now," Ratchet said; Optimus rose from the bench and transformed to vehicle mode and back.
      "Everything feels fine." Prowl looked away – now was definitely not the time to be distracted by handsome bodywork. He was just going to have to make sure they both survived to enjoy it in the future. Against the far wall, Ultra Magnus had the cover off his war hammer and was adjusting the power leads; Jazz appeared to be meditating. Sentinel wasn't doing anything but looking around nervously as the veteran bots cleared for action. Over the last three days, the big-chinned bot had been the butt of numerous jokes – but there was no joking now, not when a single loose screw could spell destruction for a bot or his comrades.
     Prime the elder strode into the compartment, surveying the preparations with an approving optic. His plating had been polished until it shone. His plasma rifle, though, was oddly shrunken – or so Prowl thought, until Prime walked over to his counterpart. "I've had Ironhide make you this," he said, and passed the weapon to Optimus; it was scaled just right for his smaller frame. Optimus pointed the barrel at the floor and looked along the sights.
     "Thank you, sir. Why black, though?"
     "To remind you that this is a tool, to be taken up when needed and put down when you're through."
     It's the ninja-bot, not the weapon. The whisper from his memory broke Prowl out of his musing. The shuriken in his servo was tinted gold to match his paintwork, showing that it was his; he folded the blades in and set it on its socket.
     "It is a gift," Prime told Optimus. "Use it wisely."
     "I will."
     < Are you all right? > Prowl heard through his Spark-link.
     < Old memories. I'm fine. >
     < Good. I'll see you in the staging area. > This was the open field under the Ark's stern. As the visiting Autobots walked down the ramp, Ultra Magnus spoke to Optimus. "I may as well make this official. Optimus Prime, I am turning command of our group over to you for the remainder of this … excursion."
       "What?" exclaimed Sentinel. "You can't do that!"
       "I can and did, Sentinel Prime. Sometimes policy must adapt to reflect reality."
      And that reality was that Optimus now shared a measure of his counterpart's respect. Sentinel saw Sunstreaker glaring at him from across the field and wisely elected to shut up. Optimus told him, "I'm counting on you to keep Ultra Magnus safe." This seemed to calm him down; it also conveniently kept the two bots without counterparts out of most of the fight.
      When all the Autobots were present, Optimus Prime (the elder) stepped forward to address them. "Fellow Autobots, it will soon be time for our visitors to return to their home dimension. In their time here they have reminded us that we fight for more than mere survival, and I hope, learned lessons from us in turn. It is our task to make sure that they return safely, no matter what Megatron is scheming. You all have your instructions. Autobots, transform and roll out!"
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     Optimus watched the plan unfold, too focused to have processing time to worry about Ultra Magnus' words. Not that they changed what he would have done, anyway. The scouts, led by Bumblebee, drove out first, then the heavy fighters with Ironhide and the twins at their head. Lighter, faster bots guarded the flanks, and the visitors and their counterparts were in the middle of the formation.
      < We could use some music, > Prime commented. Optimus felt him scan the human radio bands. < Ah, Stan Bush. That will do nicely. > He broadcast the track on a sub-channel; with electric guitars thundering in their receivers, the Autobots rolled into battle.
     The Seekers found them first, of course. Due to the weather they weren't circling overhead but perched on various hilltops around the warp rift site. When one of them raised the alarm, they all took to the air and descended on the Autobot force. Missiles slammed into the midst of the formation, attempting to scatter them, but Optimus Prime had planned for this. The group of vehicles parted neatly to avoid the shots; then they came to a halt and transformed. The Seekers came around for a strafing run, but this time Ultra Magnus was waiting for them.
     It was, hopefully, his only contribution to the fight, for he was to important to risk. He dug the butt end of his hammer into the ground and switched on the electrodes in the head, sending a spark skyward – which received a much greater response. Air molecules, heated for an instant past the surface temperature of the sun, flashed blue-white; multiple shockwaves rolled out in a symphony of thunder. The Magnus Hammer was built to withstand such tremendous forces. The Seekers were not so lucky, and seven out of the nine of them tumbled clumsily to the ground, stunned by branches of that first lightning strike.
     It was not the last. The hammer had set off a cascade of lightning bolts which lanced down on the hilltops and from cloud to cloud. As if that first bolt had broken the clouds open, rain poured down like a curtain. As the gritty soil turned to mud, the bots on the flanks switched to robot mode to keep from being bogged down. The scouts reached the rift site and reported that Megatron was waiting there with Soundwave and a dozen other Decepticons . Optimus smiled; Prime had correctly predicted their enemy's actions. Megatron expected them to come with the usual skirmish force, either because he didn't know how important this mission was, or because he thought they weren't capable of more. But there was a time and a place for overwhelming force – this time, and this place.
      "Megatron has forgotten what we Autobots are capable of," Prime said half to himself. "But today he shall reap the whirlwind. Autobots, attack."
      He spoke so softly that his voice was lost in the rain, but the command channel carried the order. As one the Autobots drew weapons and charged over the final hill; they barreled into the Decepticon squad and shoved them away from the warp rift. With the seekers all but grounded, Megatron was outnumbered two to one. While he was still off balance, the Autobot core group broke through and placed Ultra Magnus directly on the rift; Sentinel stood back to back with him, sword and shield at the ready. The rest of the Autobots spread out to form a perimeter around them. Countdown clocks in every processor showed one megacycle remaining.
     Megatron regained his composure and ordered his soldiers to attack. Autobots and Decepticons were soon tangled up across the little valley – but among them, moving like part of the storm itself, were the two Prowls and the two Optimus Primes. Connected by Spark-links and tightband radio, they moved with perfect, ruthless coordination, one being with four processors. They tore through the battle like the wrath of Primus; Autobots knew to step out of their way, and Decepticons were thrown out of their way by shuriken, plasma blasts or a well-placed kick. They had only one target: Megatron himself. It had been millions of years since the Decepticon leader had last seen Prowl and Optimus working in tandem like this – but now there were four of them. "Who are you people?" he snarled.
       "Your worst nightmare." Optimus had always wanted to say that.
       Soundwave opened his chest panel. "Laserbeak , eject. Mission – " A gold-tinted shuriken slammed into the cassette-bot, which in turn crashed into Soundwave's face and knocked him over. They never did find out what its mission was. All four of them now had a clear shot at Megatron, who did not look at all pleased about it.
       "Decepticons , fall back!" he bellowed, and suited his actions to his words. Optimus was mildly surprised to see him give up this fast … but then, this version of Megatron was significantly less with it than the one he knew. Without their leader, the rest of the Decepticons were quickly driven off. Optimus turned to go down the hill.
       "I'm not leaving without the ho-bot!"
       Oh, Primus, not Starscream . The Primes brought their weapons up again as the Seeker lurched towards Prowl, only to be blinded by a lightning bolt striking right in front of them. When their optics cleared, Starscream hadn't moved a centimeter. "What? Why aren't I moving? Oh, blast this stupid weather to the Pit!"
       Prowl looked at Optimus. Elder Prowl looked at Prime. They each looked at their counterparts. Prowl said, "Do you still have that marker with you?" Elder Prowl silently held it out.
       Prowl took the marker and stepped up to the immobile seeker, ignoring his hysterical screeching. On Starscream's left wing, he wrote I can't keep it in my panel. On the right wing, he wrote I hit on Autobots. Elder Prowl took the pen and added, on the hip plate, Primary Processor with an arrow pointing at Starscream's panel. Optimus, seized with a sudden mischief, took the marker and drew mustaches and spectacles on the Seeker's Decepticon ensigns. Prime seemed to be standing watch, but according to the Spark-link he was laughing behind his mask. Elder Prowl put the marker away and they each took hold of one of Starscream's limbs. Prime counted three, they all gave a heave and flung the seeker out of sight over the hill.
      There was a cheer from the rest of the Autobots, who had by now stood down to guard positions. Were they done? They were done. Ten minutes remained to the rift opening. Optimus looked around for the Jazzes; to his relief, the ninjabot and his counterpart were undamaged. "How are you holding up?" he asked them.
      "This gig is heavy, man. I won't be sorry to be back home."
      Optimus went briefly around to the other bots, saying goodbyes, trading last-minute files; he noted that Prowl was doing the same. 500 cycles. He returned to the warp rift; now that he knew what to look for, he could detect that it was near full power. He surveyed the four bots under his temporary command. The fighting hadn't touched Ultra Magnus and Sentinel at all; Prowl had all his shuriken back, and Jazz was the same as ever. He turned to face his counterpart. "I guess this is the last time we'll see each other, sir."
      "Indeed," Prime replied. "It has been an honor and a pleasure to meet you all." The portal shimmered into being behind him. "Go safely, Optimus. Till all are one."
      "Till all are one." Optimus raised his servo in salute. Then he turned on his pedes and followed the other bots through the warp rift.
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He's got the touch. ^__^
We are not done yet! Next chapter: the return. Prowl and Optimus "discuss" their relationship.
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