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Shattered Glass - Perdition	By : GabrielC Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 2174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Solar Cycle – 1 day

Cycle – 1 hour

Stellar Cycle – 1 year

Astrosecond – 1 second

Deca-cycle – 2 weeks

//internal comm. speak//

SG Earth

Prowl came to on his back. He was lying on a wide berth in a vast room. His optics focused as he pushed himself up, his head ringing with the dull ache of a recent CPU crash. His battle computer had glitched, he cursed inwardly as feelings of anxiety and fear gripped his spark. His battle computer was still off line, his capacitor ticked over irregularly as he tried to calm himself. With his logic centre shut down it would take all of his efforts not to let the emotions overwhelm him.

He swung his legs over the berth and stood, taking stock of his surroundings. Bumblebee and Sunstreaker were no where to be seen. Only one small door was visible at the opposite side of the room. There were no windows and only a small number of Earth artefacts dotted the surfaces. There was a large desk in the corner, Prowl noted uncomfortably how very similar it was to his own desk. He walked over, eyeing data pads carefully. He knew there would be no information on them. He tried the door to no avail, it was locked. He was a prisoner.

In his growing desperation he tried sub voc'ing the others. Static filled his comm. they were either too far away or… Prowl didn't want to think of the other alternative. He ran a self diagnostic; his weapons had been stripped from his armour. This was not good. Not good at all.

The door opened and he spun round his air intakes increasing sharply as he watched his counterpart lock the door behind him. The darker mech watched him curiously, his optics narrow, calculating. He headed over to his guest and looked him up and down slowly as he circled the now tense 'bot.

"You should really relax you know. I don't want you to crash again." Prowl turned to face the dark mech to find faint amusement on his face.

"I understand your anger. I am not going to harm you. I am merely curious; surely you of all mechs must understand that." He continued softly his tone smooth, unwavering, confident.

Prowl couldn't relax, he didn't trust this Prowl, something about him was simply unnerving and the uneasiness flowing through his cortex was further emphasised by the almost painful tug he felt clutching at his spark. This was his only evidence he had that he and the black and chrome 'bot were indeed one and the same.

"What have you done with my friends?" He asked as calmly as he was able.

Prowl stood from his perched position on the edge of his desk and moved closer to him. Running a finger across his frame as he circled him once more, Prowl grinned slyly as the white and black mech shivered and tensed further at the touch. Coming to a stop in front of him Prowl rested his hands on his shoulders. "They are unharmed. They are our guests here. Try not to worry yourself Prowl."

Prowl drew his mouth into a grim line, refusing to trust the black mech in front of him. "Can I see them?"

"In due time. I have questions for you first."

"I have nothing you could want; we simply want to return home."

"Yes about that… where are you from exactly? Your symbol tells me you're an Autobot, but you all act like no Autobots I have ever met. Even the 'cons that came with you act more like we do than you three. What kind of world is it where you come from?"

"That is none of your concern." Prowl replied pointedly. The apprehension building in his tanks was becoming too intense to ignore and he shuddered slightly.

His counterpart noticed, of course he did, he missed nothing.

"Oh… I know this is difficult for you. I had to shut off your battle computer. It is a liability you can understand so if I know me and I think I do, you will be suffering an increased onslaught of emotions right about now. I must say you're handling it very well considering. You really should get that glitch repaired you know." The black and chrome mech continued absently as he once again perched on the edge of his desk, gesturing to an empty seat before him. Prowl had no choice but to sit as his systems struggled to control his raging emotions that were normally kept in check by his logic circuits.

"I had mine repaired many stellar cycles ago. It has proven much more useful to be able to switch it off whenever I please."

"You can do that?" Prowl asked slightly astonished.

"Yes, it is especially useful during interrogations." He let out a disturbing chuckle. "Starscream discovered this not so long ago. You know I don't think he has a lot of respect for you."

Prowl's optics widened as he took in what his alter ego meant. "What did you do?" He asked quietly.

The darker mech shrugged ever so slightly. "I did my job Prowl, my duty. I gathered intelligence. I must say your Decepticons are far more resistant to pain than the ones we face here. It made for a much more... interesting challenge."

"You tortured him?" Prowl whispered in shock.

"Nothing so crude." The other Prowl retorted sharply. "I am not here to discuss my methods with you, I already have a feeling that we would disagree."

Prowl looked away in disgust, focusing instead on the wall in front of him. "I have nothing to discuss with you. If we are your guests then let us leave, we will cause you no more inconvenience."

His counterpart sighed softly. "Now if it was up to me, I would let you all return." The insincere tone told Prowl otherwise.

"Pleasingly for me however, Prime has shown an interest and you are all to be taken back to Cybertron for… introductions. You really mustn't worry so much Prowl." The dark mech frowned as the black and white mech stood and began to pace.

"Then I request that you reactivate my battle computer."

"Your request is denied. You do not have too long to wait. The space bridge will reopen in just less than 2 earth days."

He positioned himself in the path of the nervously pacing Prowl. His blue optics glared at him distrustfully.

"What do you want with us?"

"I haven't quite ascertained that yet. I shall know more after I have asked the questions." He answered coolly. He smiled thinly. "You are going to want to sit for this."

Prowl stiffened defiantly. "I would rather stand."

The darker mech growled faintly as he drew closer to the tactician. "You will sit, or I will make you kneel." His blue optics bore into Prowl who; without his usual firm, logical, iron grip on his processor felt himself crumbling inwardly as anxiety and concern for his friends was overtaken by the unfamiliar aching fear, deep within his sensor net, for his own life, as the black and chrome mech approached him slowly.

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Sunstreaker sat uncomfortably, his helm resting against the cold steel wall, his optics shuttered. Bumblebee fidgeted idly. It had been some time since they had been brought here. Prowl had wasted no time in having them detained once their Prowl had collapsed. Sunstreaker winced as he remembered Bumblebee struggling against Jazz as he tried to help their unconscious superior, earning the butt of Jazz's rifle in his head; he had dropped like a dead weight. His smaller frame no match for the heavily armoured Jazz. Sunstreaker had found himself face to face with that Prowl, the tactician's firm grip around his throat. There had been something odd about his optics, something dangerous. Something that told Sunstreaker his neck would be snapped in two without hesitation if he struggled. Sunstreaker grimaced as he recalled that dead stare, even the Prowl that he knew, as stoic and seemingly unfeeling as he was, had never looked at him like that.

Sunstreaker smiled to himself as he cast his mind back to one of the many reprimands he'd received from the SIC. Bumblebee shifted again, the smile fell from Sunstreaker's face as he was brought rushing back to reality, what he wouldn't give right now to be able to have Prowl here to chastise him, just once.

Opening one optic he glanced across at the small yellow 'bot who, was visibly upset at the turn of events. His helm badly dented from the strike he'd received from Jazz. Sunstreaker on lined both of his optics.

"He'll be alright Bee."

Bumblebee rubbed an energon stain on his leg absently.

"Didn't that… that other Prowl just seem… off to you though?" He shook his head. "And what Jazz was doing to the seekers… it's just…"

Bumblebee looked up as Sunstreaker gripped his shoulders firmly.

"Bumblebee, he'll be alright and we'll find a way out."

"How can they be Autobots Suns? What they were doing… it was…"

"You heard what Prowl said, it's another reality… or something…" Sunstreaker trailed off as his knowledge failed him.

Bumblebee fell silent for a little while at Sunstreaker's sharp tone.

"What do you think the other Prowl wanted… you know… with Prowl?"

Sunstreaker sighed and sank back. "I don't know Bee… but this is Prowl we're talking about here… he is more than capable of taking care of himself." Sunstreaker got to his feet slowly as Jazz approached the makeshift cell. "It's us I'm more worried about right now." He added quietly.

Bumblebee quickly followed suit. His optics eyeing the alternate Jazz fearfully.

Jazz smiled bearing his dentals; it was not in any way friendly.

"Prowl wants to question you, who wants to go first?"

"Take me." Sunstreaker rested a hand on Bumblebee's shoulder and patted it discreetly.

// Don't worry, I'll find Prowl. You'll see short stuff//

Jazz sneered distastefully. "Ugghh you're worse than the self sacrificing, noble Decepticons." He growled softly.

Sunstreaker glared at him, all traces of his usual carefree mirth, buried, as he snarled menacingly. "Considering what I've seen that passes for an Autobot here so far I'll take that as a compliment."

Jazz snorted with derisive laughter and grabbed his arm viciously. Sunstreaker found the muzzle of a pulse rifle digging into his chin, forcing his head back. Jazz's face so close to his own that he could feel the heat from his air intakes wash over his face plates.

"You are already a traitor here 'Con." Jazz spat the words out, "so I'd think twice about opening that pretty mouth of yours. The SIC is not nearly as nice or as patient as I am."

He tapped his chassis twice with his weapon. "You think on that, now move! Or am I going to have to drag you?"

Sunstreaker was tense as he made his way out of the cell. He cast a quick look back at Bumblebee and winked slyly as Jazz shoved him down the narrow, dark corridor.

Bumblebee's capacitor plummeted as he found himself alone, with only the distant guard for any kind of company. A guard who's cold blue optics glanced his way more often than he was comfortable with.

Earth

Ironhide frowned as Prime entered the bridge for the fifth time that cycle. He shook his head absently, they were all concerned by the lack of contact from Prowl's team, but the Prime's pacing was not making the atmosphere any easier. Ironhide silently thanked Primus that it was the CMO who pointed this out to his agitated leader.

"Your pacing isn't going to get us anywhere Prime and you're making the rest of us 'bots nervous."

Optimus stopped and stared at his CMO for a second, his shoulders slumped. "You're right Ratchet."

"Usually." The medic drawled.

"It's not like Prowl to not check in."

"We know that pacing still isn't going to help though." The white mech grumbled softly. Optimus sighed for lack of anything more constructive to do as they waited for news.

"Optimus we're all worried about them Prowl's your SIC for a reason he'll keep them safe."

Optimus nodded as he glanced at the viewer of Teletraan 1. "Teletraan scan the last known location of the Autobot team."

"Scanning."

Ironhide's frown deepened as his optic caught something on the screen. "Stop! Go back!"

"Ironhide?" Optimus questioned softly. "What is it?"

"Look, there something moves only for a nano klik and then it's gone." All three pairs of optics focused on the minute section of the screen where Ironhide was pointing.

"What is that?" Ratchet mused, his tone laced with impatient irritation. Teletraan 1 answered with its usual monotony.

"Scanned area is detecting tachyons and neutrinos caused by a space bridge implosion. Tachyon emissions are increasing by varying degrees approximately every cycle this is creating a distortion."

"Tachyons?" Ironhide was confused. "What the frag are tachyons doing near a space bridge event horizon?"

"Tachyons are indicative of a tear in the fabric of space at the space bridge location."

"We need to get Perceptor down here stat." Ratchet glanced at his leader.

//Prime to Perceptor, report to the bridge immediately.//

//Optimus, Sir… I mean Prime… I am currently in the middle of an experiment.//

//Now Perceptor.// Optimus insisted firmly.

//I… ah… yes Sir… be right there. //

Optimus shook his head wearily at Ratchet's raised brow.

"Do I even want to know what that crazy scientist is working on now?" Ironhide's deep voice rumbled through the bridge. Ratchet rolled his optics. "Just be thankful he's not working with Wheeljack."

Ironhide snorted his agreement as he thought of the disastrous possibilities of having their engineer experimenting on anything, near any sentient life. Where Wheeljack was concerned Ironhide would have preferably kept him at a hundred mile radius at all times.

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