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"Prowl. Stop staring at it," Ratchet grumbled, looking up from his data-pad filled with his medical files on all of the bots present in the Rec-Room, both the ARK and his own Wheeljack discussing a warp drive. "You'll fry an optic sensor, and I don't have my micro surgery tools"

"I am weary of what I will find," the black and white bot replied frowning at the bright orange metal as he heard his mate dancing with a frustrated looking ARK Cliffjumper on the hijacked X-box Kinect. "My Sideswipe sense is still tingling."

"I'm telling you Prowl," Mirage shrugged from where he lounged near the far wall after having been thoroughly trounced by Jazz at the dancing game that the ARK Jazz had insisted on being hooked up in the Rec-Room. "It'll probably be the ARK's Sideswipe; it must be a universal Prowl thing."

"We'll see," the Praxian muttered as he went back to staring holes in the Cybertanium door.

===Meanwhile===

"Where the frag am I?" Sideswipe nearly howled to himself in confusion as he skated by the ARK Command Deck, the red and yellow mechs he had landed on down in the bowels of the seemingly endless ship following him closely shouting at him all the while as bots stared out of the Command Deck to look around the corridor in bewilderment. "Prowl! Jazz! Wheeljack even! Help me!"

A large set of orange double doors, the same colour of the hall he was currently fleeing down on one of the upper corridors suddenly hissed open and he bolted for the opening…

===Rec-Room===

The door to the Rec-Room hissed open and a familiar spiky silver frame leaped through the gap, lunging at the surprised looking golden opticked Prowl who as knocked flat on his back, his wings flared about his helm like a halo, as the conversations in the Rec-Room reeled to a startled halt.

"Prowl!" the mech atop him shrieked in joy hugging the SIC like a demented Koala, nuzzling the startled mech with a pleased purr "I found you, I found you! Never have I been so fragging happy to see you!"

"Sideswipe!" the golden opticked Prowl growled trying to free his pinned arms and buck off the younger mech. "Cease and desist!"

"Awww," the neon green Ratchet snickered twirling a wrench between his fingers "They're connecting."

"I want in on the hug action!" Jazz pouted as Prowl offered him a glare.

"You will do no such thing" the chevroned mech snapped finally managing to shove the silver half of the Twins off of him, flexing his doorwings to get rid of the cramp, only to get hugged again when he was fully standing.

"There are some freaky mechs chasing me!" the swordsmech whined hugging Prowl close as if he was frightened.

"Hey! Give me back my duct tape you mugger!" the yellow, boxier form of the ARK's Sunstreaker barrelling into the Rec-Room, closely followed by his twin who was ex-venting in exertion, the red Sideswipe bracing himself on his knee joints as he caught his breath.

"Slagger can run fast." Was his groaned excuse.

"I prefer the term skating, stalker!" the silver Sideswipe snarled from behind Prowl's doorwing, his shoulder projections slowly shifting down, the duct tape roll still sitting innocently around the tip dropping off and rolling under a Rec-Room table, the sharp projections turning the mech's arms into the lethal blades that had sliced Sideways in half back in his home dimension.

"All of you stop it" the spikier Prowl snapped holding an arm out to prevent the Sideswipe he knew from attacking the ARK twins. "Sideswipe, give them back this… Duct tape they speak of and go sit in a corner out of the way!"

"I don't have any slagging Duct tape!" Sideswipe whined at his superior bouncing slightly on his tyre pedes "I landed on them and they started chasing me!"

"You're me?" the ruby Sideswipe gawked interrupting the escalating argument the newer mech and the golden opticked Prowl were delving into, attracting the attention of the rest of the Rec-Room.

"No, I'm me; you're a dimensional rip off" the silver mech with the tyre pedes said with a snort crossing his arms across his chest plates, his blades reverting into the sharp shoulder extensions once more his helm turned up in a snooty air.

"Oh sure," the red plated mech drawled poking his frustrated looking twin in the arm "I don't see your Sunstreaker counterpart anywhere, at least I have mine"

"My Sunny is still in our dimension" Sidewipe growled back sticking out his glossa "So there, at least I don't have to hold my twins servo when crossing dimensions."

"Why you!" Sideswipe growled lunging at the silver mech.

"Are we just going to let them argue?" Optimus asked curiously from where he was involved in a card game with a bored Mirage and his ARK counterpart as he saw Prowl shrug his doorwings and wander off to talk tactics with the blissfully ignorant ARK Prowl who was refining a battle plan, lifting his data-pad casually as both Sideswipe's grappled and rolled around the Rec-Room floor.

"Might as well, it'll keep the spitfires out of trouble." Ratchet said with a shrug as Wheeljack trotted over to the neon green and yellow, chattering a mile a minute, excitedly explaining some designs for a warp engine. "No, Wheeljack you can't build anything that will either kill or maim you; you are officially only allowed to tinker with small non lethal objects until we get back to our dimension."

"But what if Prowl needs more acid pellets?" the dimension travelling Wheeljack asked slyly, thinking he had the medic this time.

"Do you see a battle anywhere?" the temperamental medic asked in return shooting down Wheeljack's hopes before they could even flap their wings.

As the rest of the Rec-Room returned to their previous activities, the boxier Optimus Prime walked into the room his blue optics alight with glee but to his credit, only pausing for about two minutes to stare at the two Sideswipe's rolling past him in a flurry of growls and fists, trailed by an exasperated Sunstreaker before continuing with his announcement. "Autobots, we have good news! The femmes are coming to visit!"