|Prime problems| 10

A/N Before you read this please note that I've re-uploaded chapter 9 and added in Miko's part for the names of the Optimi, Bumblebees and Ratchets. Thankyou all for helping me with the names!

Warnings: Here is where the spoilers for AOE come in. Oh and there are some use of bad crude words. Mainly it's just two words but if do get offended by them then...

Summary: So one day the groundbridge screwed up in the universe of Transformers: Prime. Instead of one vortex, four vortexes appeared. Four Optimi from four different dimensions together with two of his mechs emerged. Boom. It was one Prime too many. But hey! Whenever there is a Prime, swell! The Megatrons are never far behind...

Let's just say Predacons rising and the 1986 TFTM never happened. There might be a wee lil spoilers for AOE. But eh I'm sure half the world had already watched that one.

"Talking"

::Comlink::

-Bumblebee's translation-

#Flashback#

|•|Change scene

/Sound/

~Recordings~

|•|In the energon storage hangars.

Optimus Prime gazed at his fellow bigger companion as he filled their cubes with fresh-energon. He couldn't help but notice their masked pained emotion lacing their faceplates. The dull, dark shading to the Flamed Prime's optics. His bitter expression hidden behind his battle mask. He then scrutinised the same yellow scout DJ. His doorwings drooped low. Optics downcast. It was like every bit of his energy had been used up and was relying on the cube in his servo for sustenance. Hound was no better. He was as agitated as Wheeljack, Bulkhead and Ultra Magnus put together. Every second he would spin his cannons and curl his lip components as if he had remembered something ghastly from his past.

It was unnerving Optimus.

He's a Prime too right? He too crashed onto Earth right? He had been leading his mechs for sometime right?

Then why did it feel like he had already lost the War to Megatron in his universe?

He had tried to bring up topics to the Flamed Prime about their universe's objectives and activities. For example, the number of Autobots he had under command, or how his mechs or femmes have been going. Generations Prime and Orion Prime had been sharing with him hours ago about their status in their own worlds. But he got no results.

"Optimus? You have been inwardly looking in my direction for the last five minutes. I assure you we are only taking what we need. Nothing more or less. Is there something you might enquire from us? Our assistance in any way?" Flamed Prime's frighteningly familiar voice jolted Optimus from his thoughts. He still found it very unnerving to be hearing his own voice emitting from a similar but different faceplate... Gazing into Flame's own azure optics, Optimus asked gently.

"What happened in your universe. Before you came Flame. Before you entered the stray Groundbridge? What did the Decepticons do this time?" Optimus then mentally slapped himself for being so blunt.

Flamed Prime whipped around, optics sharp and narrowed. His two mechs' revved their engines but said nothing as the greater Prime leveled him with a piercing glare. Optimus had to admit- it had been a very long time anyone could silence him with a glare. The last mech who could achieve such a fear was Alpha Trion...

Well Flamed Prime was Optimus Prime.. Which was himself.

"It wasn't Megatron. He was killed by me."

Wait wait wait woah what? Ruthless, battle-hungry Megatron in their dimension was...

Dead?

Optimus Prime's undignified gawk went unnoticed by the Flamed Prime as he turned away venting softly. His optics shuttered and was quiet for a moment. Hound growled menacingly. For a moment Optimus was frightened that he had offended them in some way. But the great bulk of green subspaced his cannons back into their holders before he uttered a word. It was as if he had regretted killing Megatron. Optimus didn't get it. Yes, maybe there might be another way around instead of taking a life of one's nemesis but shouldn't he have an albeit better aura around him?

"You don't need to tell me if you don't want to. Some things are better left forgotten." Optimus locked gazed with his greater counterpart. 'Everybot have a darker side too' was left unsaid.

A strange rugged sound rumbled from Flame. It was laced with exasperation and bitterness.

"Tell me Optimus Prime. You honor this world's inhabitants so greatly, respect their wishes like your own. But have they ever betrayed you? Have you ever seen them ki-"

But his lasts words were interrupted by Optimus' telecom as it came online aburptly.

::PRIME! Get back to hangar E immediately!:: Ratchet's tone held a forbidding terror and Optimus instinctively knew.

::Agent Fowler's here!::

|•|

Agent Fowler wasn't having a fine day at all.

Bill wanted a report on why Team Prime had not defeated the Decepticons yet and demanded that Optimus have Megatron's head or helm on a platter before the tyrant does something even more diabolical! Fowler had to resist a face-plant.

What can be more diabolical than Megatron Cyberforming their Earth into another Cybertron, Starscream rebelling against his might at every turn or Shockwave returning to be the Decepticon's 'Mad scientist' who invented a mechanical fire-breathing Predacon?

Well he had obviously asked too soon and practically jinxed it.

Surveillance recordings had picked up not one, not two, but three freaking Megatrons on the field with two apparent Seekers that were strangely familiar and more frighteningly an Optimus Prime! Fowler already had a ear-full from his men. With a growing migraine he dismissed them and thoroughly refused to believe them. POIDH* he had told them. But sadly there was no proof as the troops were too busy high-tailing the hell out of there. Moreover, there wasn't really any point in getting everyone up and running.

Oh boy was he damned wrong!

"PRIMEE! Decepticon activity at the northern sector near the Big Apple! Get your bots out because Megatron had came up with new goons! Very simila-"

Agent Fowler stopped short in mid-word as he realized who and what was infront of him and did a double take nearly toppling off the high-platform.

There were two Bumblebees infront of him.

Wow. Maybe his migraine must've been making him see double. But before he could turn back to go to the washroom to splash his face with water one of the double spoke out to him.

He spoke.

"Hey there! Are you another squishy thing? You look like Captain Fanzone! But he's a bit whiter than you. No offense man. Oh do you have a mustache? No? I think you would look cooler with it..."

The Bumblebee spoke.

Bumblebee spoke.

He spoke.

What in Sam's Hill!?

His jaw-dropped, his brain unable to process what he had just heard. And then he heard another voice.

"Bee! Be quiet! You're probably going to make the human blow a fuze!" Another foreign robot appeared out of nowhere. And then another. Both had chevrons. Both had the familiar red and white paint-job. Both had the same scowl on their faces. But the medical crosses on his forearms did it.

There were two Ratchets.

There were two freaking Ratchets!

But they were not the Ratchet he had been with for the past two years.

"R-Ratch-et? W-ha? Wh-who-" bewildered and confused, with a head-splitting ache, Fowler's legs buckled and gave way and he found himself slipping of the railings of the high-platform. He didn't even feel himself falling until a firm servo caught him and safely raised him up again.

"Do not fear. We will protect your world and would never allow Optronix to destroy Earth like he did to Cybertron."

He pressed both his palms onto the warm metal beneath him and forced his trembling jaw shut. Jerking his head up to meet the bot that caught him, Agent Fowler wished he had just stayed in bed that morning.

A battle-scared faceplate. A fanged denta curled upwards into a hideous smirk. Icy, piercing optics like chips of cold blue ice. Agent Fowler shrank back with the intensity of the glare and lowered his gaze...

...Only to see the one insignia he had learnt to hate dearly. Right in the center of his 'saviour's' chassis.

Fowler's throat went dry. His eyes widened in pure disbelieve. His heart was beating way too fast, pounding against his chest, trying to escape, or explode, he didn't yet know which. Adrenaline. Fight or flight. Fight? What fight. How the hell was he supposed to fight! Flight? To where? He couldn't just grow wings! The agents' hands trembled, head spinning. His temples pounded. The stress and worry of the entire day's activity was too much for him as he finalised that there was no way out of his predicament.

Reality dawned on him in that very instant.

Because he was in the palm of Earth's most evil, cruel, war-hungry, destroyer-of-worlds, chaos-bringer, apocalyptic-maker and most wanted Cybertronion.

He was on Megatron's palm.

Two words.

"Oh fuck..."

|•|

Megatron flinched as the small form in his servo leaned and slumped over offline. Alarm surged through him and he hastily scanned the poor organic over. Thankfully it seemed that he was now in recharge though his spark-no heart was beating a tad faster than these organics were supposed to. But now what? The behemoth turned to face the two Bumblebees and medics. But before he could utter a word, Bumblebee leap forward, doorwings fluttering in agitation.

-Unhand him! If you give him a spark-attack we would have the entire Special Opps Army team of humans on us! Our relationship with the indigenous species of this planet is already so-

"Special Opps Army?"

A cold, frosty voice echoed into the clearing as Flamed Optimus thundered in. Hound and DJ came scurrying after. Engines growling and hydraulics turning. The powerful Ion Blasters were online, training on him? He could hear the humming of the Blasters powering up. But what froze Megatron's spark was the disgusted sneer pasted onto the largest Prime's faceplate.

The thick chocking air of tension was almost too much for Megatron to bare.

For this... this Prime infront of him was acting just like Optronix.

"No! I'll not let you harm more humans Optronix!" He yowled as he retracted his battle knives, brandishing it defensively.

"Harm humans?" Flame's words twisted venomously.

"After what those revolving, fucking creatures did to Ratchet!"

"They'll all die!"

"No more of my kind would be sacrificed for the mistakes atoned by them ever again!"

And the last thing Megatron saw was the bright burst of power emitting from the Prime's weapon and a cry of fear from an Autobot before everything went black.

|•|

AA/N:

I suck at endings. Sorry about that cliffie again. Ok I'm back. After more than a year I'm back. Man I don't deserve the 17 reviews that I got from the last chapter. I'm so, so sorry for letting ya'll wait till kingdom come. So here I am. Back with a new chapter. I hope your wait wasn't in vain.

So I was biking home one day and WHAMP. This big truck if the words 'Life' on its carplate slammed me over. This year has been tough. Family life grew complicated by the second. Then cane school life and my medical issues. This first half of a year is something I really don't wish to repeat in a heartbeat. I don't wish to rant about my life here. But if you do wish to know then feel free to check out my other recently updated 'Prank Gone Wrong'. Re-typing out the Authors notes that I wrote right at the end of that story is something very painful. I don't want to do it again.

Hope ya'll understand and I'm so sorry for putting this story on Hiatus for such a long time.

I promise

-Thedarkestcon