Authoress note: Ok. First, I like to thanks for the reviews that I got. Thank you so very much!

And secondly, to avoid confusion, I will address the characters firstly as either T. Name for those who came from the Transformer Animated series and G. Name to those who came from the G1 series if both of the universe characters are near each other and/or interacting with each other. And when I feel it's necessary to address them as such.

And I do not own any Transformers. They belong to Hasbro.

I'm just using them for my curious little mind…who became a muse….who introduced himself as Skywarp…yeah…

Oh and by the way, I like the name Jetfire better than Skyfire. And I want to use the name for my story, anyways.

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Optimus, G. Prowl (he recovered from his crashed processor quickly enough), Jazz, G. Bumblebee, and his resident scientists Wheeljack, Perceptor, and Jetfire sat on a chair, looking at the two bots across the meeting table. Both Bumblebee's fidgeted in the silence and the Prowls stared unflinchingly at each other.

Optimus looked back between the dimension travelers to the little yellow mini-bot sitting on his side of the table, and to his second in command sitting on his right.

When he thought about this, waiting for the two Ratchets to come into the meeting room, he found the situation to be very humorous.

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Several Hours earlier…

Optimus glanced at the two slender bots huddling as close together as they could without looking scared of the simmering ambulance in front of them.

And is the ambulance's front window showing anger?

Optimus slightly shook his head to get rid of the thought from his processor when he heard the ambulance, Ratchet right? Spoke to him in the same gruff tone that his medic has, "Sorry to intrude, but do you guys have a base that I can temporarily use to repair a patient of mine? She needs help, and I don't have any correct resources to help her."

T. Prowl and T. Bumblebee seems to visibly breath out a relieved sigh as the wrath of the medic has simmered down to focus on the health of the mysterious patient.

"Why don't you have the necessary supplies out in the middle of the desert?" G. Ratchet grunted from behind Optimus, leaning over Sunstreaker, who is sparking from a missing right leg. T. Bumblebee and T. Prowl had to do a double take at seeing his CMO.

The other Ratchet replied dryly, "Our appearance here is rather….unexpected."

The cogs in Optimus's started turning as an idea formed on what is going on, to explain their visitors appearance. At least a part of it.

And it seems his Chief Engineer has the same idea, plus more, "Optimus, perhaps we should take this back to the base, and discuss this there?"

Optimus nodded, agreeing with the choice of action, "Yes, we should Wheeljack."

There were three different reaction that came from the small interaction between Wheeljack and himself. Ratchet gave a violent lurch, his voice mystified and his windshield giving off a look of befuddlement, "Wheeljack? Optimus? Oh Primus…" Bumblebe gave out a loud, "I KNEW IT! HE'S OPTIMUS, I KNEW IT!" and the dark Prowl just slapped his hands over his visor and groaned, "Oh no…"

Optimus cocked his head while the voice of his CMO grumbled about extra work, slagging twins, processor, fixing, Red Alert and Prowl, etc.

As usual.

Then he stood up to his impressive height and announced himself to the visitors, "I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots." What he was expecting was grudging respect of being the leader, awe as usual from the younger ones, or a some form of salute from the older ones.

Not this.

"Uh…leader?" Prowl asked in befuddlement. The three of them shared a look, raising an optic ridge (or in Ratchet's vehicle form an awkward tire shift).

Optimus blinked, as the rest of the Autobots, including his own Chief Medical Officer Ratchet who stopped grumbling to cast a quizzical look at the three, "Yes…" Optimus responded slowly.

"Of the …whole…Autobot army?" Bumblebee asked, with his finger raised in the air, a strained look in his face.

Ironhide snorted from afar, "Of carhse he's the leader of the whole Autobot faction! He's Prahm!"

Bumblebee snorted back a laugh, while Prowl put both of his hands to cover his whole face, as if to hide embarrassment, while Ratchet growled lowly, trying to sound angry, but the tremble in his voice betrayed the illusion of anger, "Don't you dare Bumblebee, don't you -snerk- dare…"

Bumblebee's quiet giggle only grew, soon became a full blown laughter that leaves him rolling on the floor and Ratchet's vehicle form soon started shaking.

Ironhide, Optimus, G. Ratchet and just about every other bots out in the field stared at the newcomer's reaction.

Optimus, seeing their rather startling reaction, didn't think he want to know.

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G. Ratchet led the white ambulance to his medbay, standing in front of the open door and the ambulance went in. When the foreign medic stopped in front of an unoccupied berth, seeing that there are other mechs on the table with various injuries, transformed, carrying something close to his chassis.

With such great care that the few other bots in the med room who knows of the floating rumor of them being dimension travelers showed looks of shock, bewilderment, and a small bit of contentment, coming especially from Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.

Sideswipe leaned over an whispered, "I didn't know that the Hatchet knows how to be gentle."

Sunstreaker just growled in a regular voice, "Why couldn't he show us the same gentleness, instead of giving us more dents than what we came in with?"

T. Ratchet just snorted at hearing this, and G. Ratchet, noticing the quiet snort, smiled.

The smile fell when he whacked Sunstreaker's helm, "Because I have to fix you glitches after you obviously did the Jet Judo!"

The other Ratchet paused his work for a split second at the word, then continued to work on fixing the still mysterious patient now accompanying the sound of steady heartbeat, but G. Ratchet saw no spark monitors being hooked. No machines are online around the working Ratchet and the mysterious patient.

Curious on who he is working on, G. Ratchet went over, then stared when he saw the mysterious patient.

A teenage, human girl.

"Whats the meaning of this!" G. Ratchet hissed when he snapped back to reality. The other Ratchet, grunted softly, "Sari."

"Don't apologize, and tell me what is going on. Who is the human, and why didn't you take her to the hospital?" Ratchet replied, still using low voice so that the others wouldn't here. T. Ratchet rolled his optic, and delicately put on cast on the girl's right arm and leg, "Her name is Sari Sumdac. And I have my reasons for not taking her to the hospital first, if not at all." He then wrapped a white gauze that he found in the other Ratchet's workspace to be used for humans around unconscious Sari.

T. Ratchet commented that while tightening the white gauze to the other Ratchet, "I noticed you have some human first aid supplies…" There was an almost accusing note to the observation.

G. Ratchet went back to fixing Sunstreaker's leg stump, "We have humans too. And they can get minor injuries around here." He spoke in a normal level voice, so that everyone in the medbay could hear, he then called for two bots to come in the medbay after finishing whatever he could do for Sunstreaker's leg, "First Aid, Swoop, come in here and do what you can. I got to go to a meeting room."

T. Ratchet eye's widen when he heard Swoop's name, "Swoop?! Don't tell me that he's a dinobot."

Every surprised optics directed itself to the older looking, agitated medic with a broken chevron, who activated a weapon from his arm, pink electric crackling in defense when the pterodactyl Dinobot came into the room. G. Ratchet reacted in time and jumped in front of Swoop, waving his arm to stop the other Ratchet from harming the Dinobot medic in training, "WHOA, RATCHET! Calm down! He's not here to do any harm, his my apprentice, so offline your weapon, now."

The older one reluctantly offlined his magnetic weapon, keeping a wary optic on the confused dinobot, and exited the room, keeping every one of his available sensors on Sari, and muttered lowly to the other Ratchet, "Keep every bot away from Sari." and left the room.

Ratchet glared at the closed door, despising the fact that he was ordered around in his own medbay, but did what he was told anyways and put a privacy wall around the unconscious teen, understanding that he was only being protective of his patient, and left the room as well.

Swoop looked around the room and spoke, "Me Swoop is confused."

His answer came in the form of helpless shrugging from the various bots around the medbay.

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Optimus was brought out of his musing when the door slid open to reveal two Ratchets, his own medic stepping in after the mysterious one. T. Ratchet went straight towards the two smaller bots.

Now that they are all together, Wheeljack couldn't help but make a statement, "Wow, you guys look similar…" He said, looking between his group and the other, "Except for Prowl…"

Optimus cycled his vocal processor that made a sound of cleaning one's throat, "Now that we are here, let's introduce ourselves properly this time, I am Optimus Prime, Leader of the Autobots-" T. Bumblebee snickered at this again and T. Ratchet whacked him upside the head while T. Prowl groaned again, "My Second in Command, Prowl…" The dark Prowl stared, mouth open.

"My scout, Bumblebee" the yellow bug waved a hello, while the slender one smiled brightly and said, "Hello."

Optimus continued, "My Saboteur, Jazz." The dark Prowl looked at him more closely and the other Prowl noticed while Jazz gave his greeting, "Yo, hope you like it here."

The dark Prowl raise an optic ridge at the particularly high pitch of the voice, but the attitude of the voice remains the same and Prowl smiled.

"And my resident scientists Wheeljack, Percoptor, and Jetfire."

All three of the dimension travelers gaped at Jetfire and Jetfire noticed, "Something wrong?"

Ratchet decided to speak up, "Do you know of Jetstorm?"

"No." The three of them shared a look, and Jetfire inquired, "Why do you ask that question?"

"Because you and Jetstorm are Autobot twin brothers, whole cause a whole slag heap of trouble."

The other Ratchet grumbled, "Sounds a lot like Sunstreaker and Sideswipe."

Optimus only shook his head, Looks like where ever you are, you just have to have troublemaking twins. The he turned to his scientist, "Wheeljack, Perceptor, and Jetfire. What do you make of this?"

Jetfire spoke first, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you are Prowl, Ratchet, and Bumblebee, right" The tree nodded, "Then it seems we have an actual proof, standing in front of us, that there are different dimension."

"And if seems to be a parallel one, base on the reaction of your introduction, Optimus." Wheeljack spoke next.

"If it would be alright for me to inquire, but what incidents have your leader have done to require such amusing yet I felt to be a negative response." Perceptor asked what everyone, right up to this point, were wondering.

T. Ratchet grumbled to himself quietly, "At least this Perceptor has emotion in his voice." and Bumblebee started sniggering, although a completely different reason than what Ratchet grumbled about.

It was the dark Prowl that answered, "We are an Autobot clean up crew. Our team consist of Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, and myself. We crashed on planet Earth about 52 stellar cycles ago and remained in stasis until two years ago. Jazz voluntarily joined our group a couple months ago from the Elite Guard."

There was silence at this except Bumblebee's sniggering. Every bot in the room except for the dimension travelers were thinking along the lines of this;

Clean up crew…?

Then, quite unexpectedly, the slender yellow bot suddenly stopped laughing and yelped, "Bulkhead!"

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In Animated Universe

Bulkhead came to an empty base along with Jazz.

"Hello? Hey is anyone here?"

"Hey, Bulky! C'mere." Bulkhead heard Jazz hollered from outside. When he stepped outside he heard Jazz make a whistle, "Boy, it looks like someone hard a party here…"

Bulkjead frowned at seeing the damaged, sparking remains of the Warp Gate, and went to the computer console, which was thankfully undamaged and made a feel swift clicks on the keyboard, and frowned harder at seeing the result.

"Six signatures transwarped three hours ago?" He then went to the security camera, going over the recordings from three hours ago, and gasped.

Jazz, hearing the gasped from the green S.W.A.T, walked over and groaned.

The camera showed Ratchet, Bumblebee and Prowl fighting with Megatron and Blitzwing, a stray shot hitting the Warp Gate, activating it, sucking in Megatron and Bliztwing first without warning.

Sari panicked and held on to the console, trying to fix it, stabilize it. Ratchet used his right magnetic weapon to keep Prowl and Bumblebee from being sucked in to the unknown parts of the universe, while using the left to hold himself in place. But a stray object knocked into his left magnetic weapon, making him slip and get himself, Prowl, Bumblebee get sucked in.

Sari silently screamed in the video. She then turned to the console and saved the coordinates to where her friends went, before getting sucked in as well.

An explosion whitened the screen for a split second before the sound of static deafened the silence.

Bulkhead and Jazz stared at the static of the screen before Bulkhead moved to the Warp Gate memory file, searching the last saved coordinate and Jazz turned around, contacting Optimus with a grim face, "Boss bot, we got ourselves some problem."

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