AU/G1ish/ShatteredGlass mix

Will contain: Mech on mech, violence, torture, character deaths, and maybe more as I write it :)

Summery: Prowl (the G1 verion we know and love) is accidentally switched with his counterpart from the ShatteredGlass verse via an attempted space bridge machine experiment gone bad. Needless to say both Prowls are shocked at where they find themselves. SG Prowl is terrified by most of the Arks residents while G1 Prowl tries to survive in a world where the ones he trusted and loved the most take pleasure in the torture and harming of others. G1 Prowl is trying to figure a way back to his own world, as Wheeljack and the crew are working on a way to bring him back. Too bad SG Prowl is determined to stay in this much better world and leave G1 Prowl in his place to deal with the blood soaked nightmare that is the ShatteredGlass verse.

Chapter One

Displaced

He hit the ground hard enough his intakes seized for a moment before resuming function. Optics flickered as they powered back up. The fall must have knocked them offline…. The fall…? He couldn't remember falling…. No…no, he'd been walking, there shouldn't have been a fall. Optics online and functioning, he propped himself up on an arm and looked around.

The terrain looked different than it had moments before. Frowning he picked himself up, surprised to find he was slightly disorientated and shaky. After giving himself a few moments to stabilize, he slowly turned all around and took in his surroundings. The world around him looked…off and he quickly realized he did not know this terrain.

This was bad.

That kind of limited knowledge could get him killed. Unease began to creep into him. He needed to find out where he was and….and where the base was because standing out in the open like this was an invitation for an attack. He needed to find sanctuary, he'd figure the rest out later.

He had barely taken two steps when a familiar sound reached his audios. The rev of an engine he would NEVER forget or mistake, it was ingrained in his processor. The sound of it shot cold terror through him, freezing him for a moment before he shook himself from its spell and started to run.

He tried to transform, he had a better chance of getting away in his alt mode than on foot, but he couldn't. Something must have been broken or damaged in the fall. He heard tires slide on loose dirt and the sound of a mech transforming. Against his better judgment, against every instinct that screamed at him to just keep running, he slowed and turned around.

The mech stood on the ledge of a cliff not too far away, looking down, right at him. There was no mistaking who that was. The black and white paint gleamed in the sunlight. The lack of a weapon in his hands was of little comfort, the mech knew how to inflict massive amounts of pain and damage without one. Many times he preferred to use his hands once saying he liked to feel his victims tremble and struggle in his grasp. It amused him.

"Prowl, are ya ok -"

He turned and ran. He had wasted too much time staring up at a mech who inspired nightmares, both when he was awake and dreaming.

"Prowl! What the…. Prowl, Stop! It's me! Prowl!"

He ran faster. He didn't know what game it was Jazz was playing this time but it would end in horror, painful horror, for him if he was caught. Autobots didn't treat any prisoners well but Autobots who defected to become Decepticons and are captured were usually treated to a special brand of punishment.

Oh they wouldn't kill him, no no, he was too valuable for that. But if caught he knew his punishment. He'd be handed over to Jazz himself. And wouldn't Jazz love that. Jazz had always taken a sick pleasure in torturing him.

He'd be taken to Jazz's little personal chamber of horrors, a room all his own where he liked to "play" with mechs. Few came out alive. You only lived if Jazz willed it or Prime demanded it.

He ran blindly, ignoring Jazz as he called out to him, turning around corners of cliffs, anything to put distance between them. He turned a corner in a flat out run and skidded to a stop, relief flooding him. Three familiar seekers stood around what looked like a small avalanche of rock and a broken machine.

He let out a small laugh, thankful he didn't have to face Jazz alone. The sound drew their attention and all three turned to him. He couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face, he didn't know why the seekers had changed their paint jobs, maybe for a mission, maybe the other two had given into Thundercracker's flights of fancy with colorful new paint jobs, but it didn't matter. He wasn't alone now. He had back up.

"Starscream! Starscream, Thundercracker, Skywarp! I'm-I'm so glad you're here!"

The three seekers jerked in shock at his greeting, staring at him dumbly. Clearly they did not understand the danger they were in.

"We….we have to leave. Now! Jazz…he-he saw me, he's following me. He may have even called for reinforcements by now."

Thundercracker looked at his fellow seekers.

"I think the mech's finally fried his processor."

Skywarp nodded speaking in a hushed tone.

"Prowl's smiling at us. It's so disturbing…..and distracting."

Beside Skywarp, Starscream stiffened.

"Distracting….. It's a trap! The Autobots sent him in to distract us! We're probably surrounded!"

All three seekers raised weapons, desperately scanning the cliff walls for their hidden enemy.

Prowl shook his head, what was wrong with them?

"No, no! This isn't trick! Why would I - "

Starscream turned a null ray on him, anger brightening his optics.

Shocked and confused at his friend's bizarre behavior, Prowl took a step back.

"Starscream…..what are you doing?"

Starscream snarled at him.

"I will not be made a fool of!"

Prowl stared in dull horror and surprise as his friend charged the weapon pointed at him, ready to fire, when a shot fired from somewhere behind him struck Starscream in the arm, knocking his weapon offline.

Starscream growled at someone behind Prowl.

"You…you'll pay for that-"

Several more shots were fired causing Starscream to back up as Thundercracker grabbed a hold of his arm.

"Let's get outta here."

Starscream jerked from his grasp.

"No! I -"

Thundercracker grabbed him again pulling him back further.

"Our orders were to observe and report, NOT to engage the enemy. Megatron was clear on that."

Starscream frowned at his fellow seeker, clearly unhappy at being reminded.

"Fine." He spat back casting one last nasty glare at Prowl then past him before taking to the air and transforming.

Prowl panicked. They were leaving him! Leaving him here, helpless and weaponless with the enemy closing in. He didn't have a fighting chance! Prowl ran after them.

"Wait, Starscream, wait! Please, please, don't -"

There was a roar of jet engines and then they were gone. A terrible silence fell over the landscape and all Prowl could hear was his own hitched terrified intakes. They had left him. Left him to face a horrific nightmarish fate. A fine tremor ran through him. He knew who stood not that far behind him. Why he had not already been brought down, knocked unconscious, and dragged back to their base was a mystery. He stood a moment longer before summoning the courage to look over his shoulder.

Jazz stood there. Calm. Deadly calm. Oddly, not smiling. That smugness of a predator having cornered its prey was not playing on his face. Prowl wasn't sure what that meant for him. He slowly turned to face his enemy, tensing as he waited for Jazz to make his move. He knew Jazz had a weapon, he'd fired it at Starscream, but even without one Prowl would lose this fight. It was only a matter of time. Jazz was the better fighter, always had been.

"Prowl -"

Fear seized him and he turned to run, only to almost smack into a red chest plate. Prowl quickly took a few steps back, looking up at none other than Prime's bodyguard.

"Now Prowl, jist calm down. Yer -"

Prowl made a run for it but he didn't get far. A large hand grabbed his arm as a foot kicked his feet from beneath him, he fell hard. Struggling almost as soon as he hit the ground but he was no match for the hands that pinned his own behind his back and the knee that pressed into him, keeping him on the ground.

"Ironhide! What t' frag, man!"

"He was jist goin' ta run again. Ah'm keepin' 'em in one spot."

Heavy footsteps had Prowl straining to look to the side.

No….no, not him. Anyone but him. Please, please, please….

The large mech stepped into his line of vision and terror blossomed anew in him.

"No!"

Prowl struggled harder though it was nothing more than blind panicked futility. The mech struggling to hold him down swore.

"Primus fraggit! Jazz? Optimus? One of ya wanna gimme a hand here?"

Prime walked forward. Prowl's desperate struggles increased, almost freeing a hand, when a larger, stronger hand gripped his wrists in a firm hold.

"No, no, no, no, please, no, please…I'm sorry! I'm SORRY! Please...Please, don't…"

Fear ate at his mind and he quickly reduced to begging as a large hand pressed his helm to the ground, stilling his movements. He let out a plaintive whine as the two held him down. Jazz stood by, watching the scene unfold, hands limp at his side, a blank expression on his face.

Prowl heard another set of hurried footsteps.

"Where is he?"

Ratchet!

The footsteps rounded the bend and came to a sudden halt.

"What the frag…"

The footsteps came closer.

"Jazz, what the frag happened? Jazz? Jazz!"

Getting no response from Jazz, he turned toward the two holding Prowl down.

"What is going on here?"

Prime shifted slightly.

"Sedate him. We need to get Prowl back to base."

"Sedate? Why? What's happened?"

Sedate him. We need to get Prowl back to base…base…No…no…anywhere but there!

"NOOOO!"

Prowl redoubled his struggling and he almost missed Ratchet quietly breathing the word, "Primus…"

But Prowl couldn't shake off either of the two larger mechs and he watched with growing horror as Ratchet approached him with a long syringe in hand.

Prowl looked up at Ratchet as best he could, he couldn't believe the Autobots had gotten a hold of him, were making him do this.

"Ratchet, please, don't do this! Don't! Don't follow their orders."

Ratchet knelt down by him, give him one seriously concerned look.

"Prowl, it's ok. I -"

"Please…you know whatever they promised you is a lie! You know that! Ratchet, please, don't.."

"It's ok, Prowl."

Ratchet made a motion and Prime angled Prowl's head so his neck was exposed, so his main lines were exposed. Prowl gasped.

"No! Ratchet, don't…don't do it!"

Prowl's optics widened as he felt the syringe pierce the pliable metal skin of his neck and go straight into a main line. He cried out in anguish as the drug rushed though his system, soaking into his processor, making the world tilt and sway before everything went blurry and darkness claimed him.

Hands gently released the now still form of their SIC. The four stood in total silence as they looked down at Prowl. After a moment Jazz walked over to stand by Ratchet.

"Ratchet…."

Ratchet shook his head.

"I don't know what's wrong with him, Jazz. But the sooner we get him to med bay, the sooner we find out."

Three mechs nodded and Optimus stood back as he transformed so they could load Prowl into his trailer. Once loaded, Jazz sat next to him on the ride back to base. He couldn't bring himself to touch Prowl. Couldn't wipe from his mind the sight of Prowl looking at him, the terror in his optics.

Prowl had NEVER been afraid of him. As far back as Jazz could remember Prowl never showed fear, period. Not in the heat of battle, not fighting hand to hand with the enemy, not when he had been captured, tortured….never.

But back there…..he had seen Prowl scared. Scared of him. Had listened as Prowl begged and pleaded. Prowl never begged or pleaded.

Jazz looked at the unconscious mech beside him. Something was wrong with his lover.

Something very very wrong.

***Authors Notes***
Poor SG Prowl...lets hope G1 Prowl fares better in the SG verse. Everyone cross your fingers!
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