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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, whatever floats your boat (or not) ^^
usmorgan : it was the contrast between the two series that inspired this fic …
Supermoi : *gives tissues*
blue: oh, I'm not done yet!
In this chapter: The warp rift opens again; Prowl has a tale to tell the bots at home.
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Chapter 5: Reflections
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Elder Prowl was waiting in the main compartment when Prowl and Prime emerged. < Good, isn't he? > he sent with a hint of a leer. No one else commented on the fact that Prowl had spent the entire night cycle in Prime's quarters.
The team going out to the warp rift was already assembled: Wheeljack and Perceptor , Ironhide and Gears, as well as both Prowls and Prime himself . "The Decepticons haven't shown any interest in the area," Prime said, "But there's no need to take chances. Young Prowl, you'll ride in my trailer." He turned to face the other bots. "Ironhide , you'll take point. Gears, rear guard." While he had his back turned, the elder Prowl passed the younger a black marker.
< You'll know what this is for. >
"Transform and roll out!"
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The drive out was uneventful. When they reached the rift site and transformed back to robot mode, Prowl returned the marker with the tiniest hint of a smirk. Elder Prowl his it away in his armor. Meanwhile, Perceptor was scanning the warp anomaly. "The rift is increasing in strength as predicted by our calculations. It will form the interdimensional aperture in nine point six cycles, and will be passable for eight point seven two five seven clicks."
"We're just in time, then."
Prowl looked around at the other Autobots. This was probably the last time he would see them – at least in this world's incarnations.
"You're a good kid," Ironhide told him. "You and your team will do fine."
"If the Cons don't blow them to bits first," muttered Gears. Elder Prowl chuckled.
"It has been an interesting experience." Through the Spark link came ripples of respect, warmth, satisfaction … and just a tiny bit of mischief, the twin to his own.
"On both sides," Prowl agreed. "I hope you find a way to end this war."
Prime replied, "And may your world continue to be at peace."
"Thirty clicks!"
"It's time. Go safely, Prowl."
"And you as well." Prowl gave him the best salute he could manage.
"Portal opening … now," Perceptor announced. Prowl turned on his heel and stepped into the shimmering rift.
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He arrived in his home dimension just a few meters from where he'd left. The link to his counterpart cut off suddenly as he came through; it felt like his Spark had been ripped in half. He stopped for a moment to get his systems under control and then stepped to the side of the road, ignoring the screeching brakes and cursing behind him.
"Prowl!" Bumblebee – the Bumblebee he was used to, loud and obnoxious – burst out of the bushes beside him. "You're early!"
"In that case, your information is late." Prowl stretched his cables. It was good to be back here, with the greenery, the wildlife, and the Primus-blessed silence on Cybertronian channels. Bee's message to base sparkled in the blankness like a shooting star.
"Yeah, well, Bulkhead did the best he could. Are you okay? Where did you end up? What happened?"
Prowl changed to vehicle mode. "I would rather tell everyone at the same time."
"Aw, come on! I really wanna know … hey, wait up! C'mon, tell me!" Bumblebee continued in that vein all the way to the warehouse; Prowl easily ignored him. He was considering how much to tell Optimus Prime.
Though he didn't have the full details of the story behind BlackArachnia , he knew that the incident had dealt a severe blow to Optimus's self confidence. Much like Master Yoketron's death had done to him, in fact. Earth had begun healing both of them, slowly, but if Prowl wanted an officer worthy of his loyalty – if he wanted to develop the potential he'd seen in the other world's Prime – he was going to have to take steps. And think – this Optimus didn't have to worry about doing him damage. His internal components felt warm.
"…so we've all been worried stupid, and can't you just say one little thing? Prowl! Are you even listening to me?"
"Not at all." Prowl pulled into the warehouse lot and transformed. The other members of the team stood waiting for him; out of curiosity, he overlaid images of their counterparts on his vision. He even had an image of the other Bulkhead, thanks to Bumblebee. Er , the other Bumblebee. This was going to the most confusing report he'd ever made. In any case, the bots of this universe were all smaller and more streamlined, as he knew; their heads were less likely to include a face mask – but the expressions in their optics were eerily similar.
He refreshed his graphics cache as Optimus started speaking. "It's good to have you back, Prowl. And unharmed, thank Primus."
"Yeah," Bulkhead said. "That gate thing had an AllSpark shard stuck in it. You could have ended up anywhere. Or any time."
"Or even in an alternate reality," Prowl told him.
"An alternate universe? Cooooool . What was it like?"
"Strange." Prowl looked at his yellow teammate. "Bumblebee was an officer."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
As usual, no one paid attention to Bumblebee's outburst. "Do all of us have counterparts there?" Optimus asked.
"Most of us. I have pictures."
"Good," Ratchet growled. You can upload them while I check you over." Prowl walked towards the medbay without comment; after a couple of days in a hot war zone, he had a better appreciation of the medibot's paranoia. As he sat down on the workbench, he noted Optimus's raised brow. Does he expect me to act contrary on purpose? Was he wrong to think so? Prowl shut off his optics as Ratchet began his examination. Funny, that his optics quest had taken him farther than any cyberninja in history; but he had finally found the path he was meant to take. He accessed the base computer and began to upload his data.
"Lucky you were at the gate when it opened," Ratchet said.
"Not luck. Perceptor had it calculated to the nanoclick ."
Bulkhead's optics bulged. "You met Perceptor?"
"You know the name?"
"He's only the greatest Autobot physicist of all time! Did you get his autograph?"
"I didn't know you wanted it. But I have his data tracks on the transwarp rift."
"Woo!" Bulkhead ran to the main console, almost tripping over his own feet on the way. "Uh, how come there aren't any pictures of me on this list?"
Best to get it over with at once. "Bulkhead, your counterpart is dead."
"What? I'm offline? How?"
Prowl restarted his optics; all of the team were staring at him with various shocked looks. But not, yet, that spark-wrenching grief he had felt. It wasn't real to them. "They are still fighting the Great War, there. The other Bulkhead was a casualty. I do have one picture." He called it up on the main screen; Ratchet let out a gasp.
"It's Tyger ! I'd know that wall anywhere."
"It's what?"
"Back at Tyger Pax , everyone lined up and got their picture taken in front of that very same wall before they went out to fight and die. I've still got a folder full of them myself."
The bot in the photograph was blockier, taller; there was a fusion cannon mounted to his arm instead of a wrecking ball. His other hand was raised in a shy wave. Bulkhead lifted his arm, mirroring the gesture – suddenly, the resemblance was there, the image on the screen turned into a distorted mirror.
Now they understood. That's Bulkhead. He's offline. No words were spoken, but the absolute silence was comment enough. After nearly a cycle, Bulkhead lowered his hand. "Have you got pictures of the rest of us?"
"Of course." Prowl called up an image of his own counterpart, servos crossed over his chest.
"That's got to be you, Prowl," Bumblebee said at once. "Paint job's different, 'tude's the same."
"More so, if that's possible." He put images of the other team counterparts on the side screens.
"Huh. Looks clunky," Bee said about his twin.
"He's been taking care of himself," was Ratchet's opinion about his.
Optimus asked, "And what did you think of my counterpart?"
A slow smirk crept onto Prowl's face. "Let's just say, I look forward to the future."
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Prowl has mischief in mind …
In the next chapter: Optimus gets curious.
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