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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
Shozurei : yeah, our young Optimus has a few issues …
mistress0fyaoi: hey, it was supposed to be an insult ^^
shozurei : how ever did you guess? Two words: stasis cuffs.
Trely : They really are a lot alike ^^
djsaj : *shovels hot coals* it's because I'm a tease, ask anyone. The Seekers will be putting their two credits in soon enough …
I blame any errors in this chapter on the Midol.
In this chapter: Optimus meets the Ark's crew. And there are chins!
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Chapter 8: Double Prime
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     The Ark loomed above him, a perfect enlarged copy of Omega Supreme. This wasn't an alt mode, just a ship, but still … He brushed a servo down the hull plates he could reach. He could hear Teletraan-1's electronic whisper on the command channels; the code was similar enough that automated routines recognized him as an officer.
      "Now," Prime said from behind him, "Can you guess the code to open the hatch?"
      Not a test, exactly; Prime was doing what he would have done (well, of course), gathering data. Just how far did the parallels go? So the password must be something guessable, not a random bit-string, possibly with personal significance – oh. Right. 99.7% probability. He pinged Teletraan-1 with Elita's network ID.
      The hatch slid open. Prime gave him a sharp look, probably because of the old pain that the name brought with it. But he linked into the ship network himself and said, "Let's go in."
      In the main compartment they were confronted by most of the Ark's inhabitants. Although Optimus had both Prowl's data tracks and the ship's database to draw on to recognize them, he was still a bit taken aback; it was the largest group of military bots he'd ever seen in one place. One very small place, which made it seem like there were even more of them. This world's Ratchet elbowed his way to the front and stumped forward. "So this is the young Optimus," he said. "Why, may I ask, is he limping?" Optimus quirked his lip at the familiar acid tone.
       "He got into a fight he was supposed to stay out of," Prowl said dryly.
      "Well, hop on the bench and I'll take a look."
      The mass of bots shifted and flowed, opening a path between Optimus and the maintenance table in one corner of the room. He limped over and climbed up on it, feeling like a sideshow attraction. His counterpart, he noticed, stayed at the edge of the group. Watching and listening – but still in control, without saying a word, by his mere presence. A stern glance was enough to stop Sunstreaker in mid-motion from whatever mischief he had in mind. It made Optimus feel somehow surplus to requirements.
       "I have to know," Bumblebee's voice broke the more-or-less silence, "Why does everyone from your universe have such big chins?"
      "I think the real question is , why does everyone here have such small ones?" Optimus shot back. "Besides, you haven't seen chin until you've seen Starscream ." He uploaded the image to shared dataspace , and snickers broke out as the bots accessed it.
     "That's three quarters of his face!" Cliffjumper exclaimed. " is he as annoying as ours is?"
      In answer, Optimus uploaded the clipfile which Bee had made of 'Starscream's greatest hits,' culminating in the squeal of "You interrupted my speech!" Several bots fell over laughing, getting tangled up in their neighbors.
      "That's our Screamer," said Jazz. Huh – these bots had been at war so long that they knew their enemies as well as they knew their friends. Would there ever come a cycle when he spoke of Megatron in that tone of voice? And yet, the Autobots in front of him seemed much less aged by the experience than the veterans that he knew. Ratchet especially – how had he stayed younger, when he'd been at war so long? Was it Prime's leadership that made the difference?
     The medibot whacked his shin with a wrench to get his attention. "I'm going to have to fabricate the parts from scratch and it'll take a while. How long are you here for, Optimus Prime?"
     "362,880 cycles," Optimus read off his chronometer. "But please, don't call me Prime. Not while he's around."
     "Whatever. It's time enough. Show's over, you bolt buckets," Ratchet addressed the audience. "Get your lazy afts back to work."
***
     "Zippy? YouenteredmeintoyoursecuritysystemasZippy ?"
     "Well, yeah." Bumblebee shrugged. "It's not like we can use your real name."
     The Elite Guard intel bot paced frenetically across the com bay. "Thisisextremelyundignified . I'llhaveyouknowthatinallmystellarcyclesofintelligencework , IhaveneverhadamonikerasludicrousasZippy ." His heels clattered on the floor like a castanet convention. "Andfurthermore , IfinditquestionablethatyourPrimehasharedofftoanotherdimensionatatimelikethis."
      "Aw, c'mon, Boss Bot always has a good reason for what he does."
      Blurr jabbed a finger at Bumblebee's chest plate. "Andjustwhyareyoutheonlyonehere ?"
      "Well, Prowl is out on patrol, Sari and Bulkhead are at a gallery opening, and ratchet went across the river to do some shopping. Someplace called Canadian Tire."
      "Ifitweren'tforMagnus'sorders – " The com unit's strident beep interrupted Blurr's rant.
      "Hide!" Bumblebee yelled, but Blurr had already shot out the door.
      "Clear!" He called, and Bumblebee hit the call accept. He was definitely not expecting to see Ultra Magnus on the other side.
      "Commander. Sir." He scrambled to attention. "Uh, this is a surprise."
      "Bumblebee, isn't it? When the long-range sensors picked up an unknown transwarp signal from Earth – three times in the last lunar cycle – I decided to inquire personally."
      "Well – um – " What would Optimus do? What would Optimus do? [ internal database query: 0 search results.] Slag. "Yeah, that was us, sir. I can call in Bulkhead to get you the details."
       "No need; my ship will arrive on Earth shortly. Where is Optimus Prime?"
       Bumblebee tapped his index fingers together. "Yeah. Sir. About that …"
***
      As the planet rotated into night, Optimus Prime and Optimus Prime sat in the commander's office, drinking their energon rations. With Prime's face plate drawn back, Optimus felt like he was in front of one of those curved funhouse mirrors. "Why do you keep your mask closed all the time?"
      Prime rubbed the edge of his helmet with his thumb. "At first it was an attempt to look like less of a soft touch; it failed miserably."
      Optimus smiled. He, too, often worried about whether he was being too strict or too lax. "And now?"
      "It has become a defense. The War has been harsh to us." Prime swirled his energon around its cube. "The Decepticons are far more affected than we. I worry about Megatron; he is no longer the leader he once was." Optimus felt his counterpart's respect for the enemy bot; personally his feelings were closer to scared spitless . Prime smiled at him. "In time, your Megatron, too, will know the name Optimus Prime," he assured. "Now tell me, what is it that happened between you and Elita-1?"
      Ack . He'd always known his bluntness would get him in trouble – just not from the receiving end. At least Prime had waited until they were in private to bring it up. "Well, it all started when Sentinel, Elita and I landed on an organic planet …" He went over the whole ordeal; the memories were still in high definition even after all these cycles. "So she's a kind of technorganic hybrid. She calls herself Blackarachnia now."
      "Hmm – Blackarachnia ." Prime felt thoughtful.
      "You know the name?"
      "Just a dream I had while in stasis. I'll tell you about it another time. But if you ever come across a bot named Silverbolt , you might try to get them together."
      Optimus considered that. "I left her behind."
      "I would have too, I think. There was no sign she was online."
      "Maybe." Optimus tipped back the last of his energon ; it was high grade stuff, and took the edge off the memories. He was tempted to ask for more, but it would only leave him with a slow processor and fuzzy processes. "What about your Elita-1? Is she, uh, "
      "Online? I hope so. She covered our launch from Cybertron. She is a fine officer, but we're too much alike in all the wrong ways. We had a relationship for a while and it didn't work out. For a long-term partnership, Prowl is much more, hmm."
      "Sane?"
      Prime snorted. "I was going to say practical, but I believe I know what you mean. And besides, there's something about those wings …"
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Chin!
Prime is referring to the Beast Wars episodes when his Spark was sharing Optimus Primal's body. Canon blenders R Us.
Next Chapter: botsex and misuse of stasis cuffs.
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