Optimus groaned, processor pounding as he sat up. Rubbing his helm he tried to open his optics but groaned in agony as they took in the brightness of his surroundings. After a few moments he slowly reopened them and took in his surroundings.
He found himself starring at the most beautiful sunset he had ever seen.
Fiery red bled into coppery orange and golden yellow seamlessly as the burning white glow of the sun dipped into the never ending shifting turquoise waves of the ocean. After a few moments blues and purples chased away the vibrant hues of the sunset and twilight set in as the sun dove deeper into the sea. Once it disappeared completely and full night set in, the stars, one by one, began to appear. Looking up he also spotted a sliver of the Earthen moon begin to rise into the sky. Standing up and turning around he found himself standing on a cliff on the edge of a deep pine forest, said trees towering over even his impressive height. Finished with his observations, he opened his comm.
"Ratchet, come in." static rang through the air. "Ratchet, respond." again nothing. "Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Prowl, respond." now the static seemed to mock him. Sighing he turned off the comm and walked into the forest.
His progress was slowed considerably by both the lack of light and close proximity of the trees. Turning on the lights on his chest and shoulders he made his way through the maze of Earthen flora, careful not to damage the wildlife to severely. He eventually found a path clear of the larger pine trees, allowing him to move more freely and quickly. As he walked he took in his surroundings, drinking in the sights and sounds of the forest. As he listened to the crickets singing he came to realize why Prowl loved the wild nature of Earth.
Even though the world was savage and raw it still held its own order that the organics, even the humans, respected and followed. From the death of one creature came the birth of another. Also, he came to respect how powerful organic creatures were in their own right. He had learned of the innumerable natural disasters, from earthquakes to tsunamis to volcanic eruptions. Each catastrophe destroyed wildlife and killed thousands of animals and still after all of the death, organics lived to survive another day and, even if it took years, returned to the destroyed habitat and flourished.
When he and the other Autobots asked Sari about these occurrences she simply stated it was the natural order of things to keep balance on the Earth. A never ending cycle of chaos and destruction giving birth to wealth and prosperity.
Pausing at a clearing he spotted a herd of sleeping deer. Careful not to disturb them, he continued on his way for what seemed like vorns, with nothing but the gaze of the moon, trees and the occasional animal to keep him company. He eventually reached the beach bellow where he had been standing on the cliff. Gazing around he let himself be lost in the sounds of the waves crashing and the sand beneath his pedes.
Needless to say he never saw it coming when a hand covered his lips and an armored arm wrapped itself around his waist, pinning his arms to his sides.
As he bean to struggle a deep baritone voice, ringing with authority, cut through the air like a knife.
"Calm down. I am not here to hurt you." Optimus, finding his efforts to break free fruitless, listened to the mech and ceased his struggles as he listened to the strangely intoxicating voice of his captor. "I am going to remove my hand from your mouth now. Please refrain from screaming. " Optimus nodded slightly and the hand slowly left his lips.
"What do you want?" he demanded.
"To talk."
"That's it? You have a funny way of going about that." he felt his captor shift, seemingly embarrassed before answering.
"I believe it was a necessary precaution to stop both of us from making any rash decisions."
"Rash decision about what?" Optimus questioned, confusion lacing his words. He felt more than heard his captor sigh deeply.
"Rash decision about this." the other replied before Optimus felt the arm gripping his waist fall away as the other mech stepped back. Stepping foreword and turning on his heel he reached for his axe but froze when he laid optics on his captor.
A bot, slightly taller than Optimus, gazed down at him. A battle mask covered the bottom half of his face and left only his glowing blue eyes visible, which seemed to gaze into Optimus's very spark as the bot stared down at him. Gray plating made up the mech's face, upper arms, abdominal area, and upper legs, leaving his chest a vibrant red with a large Autobot symbol displayed proudly. He had blue lower arms, helm and lower legs. His paint job seemed to glow in the moonlight.
What truly startled Optimus was how much the mech looked like him.
"Wh-wha-?" Optimus stammered, gaping openly.
"I know this seems strange young one but I assure you, I mean you no harm." The Prime look alike explained. Optimus nodded numbly. Regaining his composure he straightened his stance, crossing his arms over his own red chest.
"Who are you?" he groaned on the inside at the pathetic his voice sounded, quivering slightly from the sudden shock. He was a leader, he should be acting like one!
"My name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, and you young one?" the larger Prime stared into the shocked face of his counterpart.
"You're lying." Optimus stated. Prime drew back a little in surprise. "You're name can't be Optimus."
"And why young one, do you think I am lying to you?" Prime asked.
"Because I'M Optimus Prime." needless to say a stare off occurred. After a few moments of awkward silence Optimus broke the silence. "So know what?"
"I suggest we stay together. My attempts to contact my comrades have been unsuccessful."
"I can't get in touch with my team either." Optimus turned and starred out into the ocean, silently mulling over what the two Cybertronians should do next.
"I found a cave not far from here before we met. We can stay there until we can get back to our respective team mates." The older Prime suggested, gesturing to towards the Cliffside behind the two.
"Agreed. Care to lead the way?" after that the two Primes travelled in silence down the coast line. After what felt like an eternity, Optimus spoke.
"You said you were the leader of the Autobots. Did you mean, the entire Autobot faction?" Glancing over at his companion he saw true surprise flash across Prime's optics.
"Indeed I do. Does this surprise you?" Optimus nodded.
"At the moment Ultra Magnus is in control of the Elite Guard which is practically the leader of the Autobot faction. I'm not even a part of the Elite Guard. My team and I are space bridge repairers." Prime seemed to mull over this new information.
"It seems we have much to discuss when we reach the cave." Optimus nodded in agreement.
"It seems like we do indeed."
IN THE CAVE
The two Primes sat at the cave mouth enjoying each others company. Each had shared stories about the bots they knew and how the bots differed in both personality and appearances.
"So, does your Bumblebee ever play pranks on you guys?" Prime groaned in pain as memories assaulted his processor.
"Primus, yes, though rarely is he the one who came up with the idea to commit. Usually the twins rope him into it or the other minibots." and so on like this. The biggest difference seemed to be in Prowl, though both were calm and tactical, both differed in style and fighting skills. Both joked and traded stories well into the night before Optimus's optics started to droop and he began to struggle to stay online. A comfortable silence had befallen the two and he nearly jumped out of his platting when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Do not worry Optimus, I doubt anyone will find us tonight. If you wish to rest I will stand guard."
"No, it's no problem, you don't need to do that. Really, I don't think keeping guard is necessary, plus you need your rest too." Prime nodded in agreement.
"I believe you are correct. It seems we both need to recharge. We will need all of our strength for tomorrow." the younger Prime nodded in agreement before leaning against the wall of the cave and fell into a deep recharge. The elder was not so easily drawn into the realm of dreams as he gazed at his younger companion.
Unlike Prime, Optimus was slimmer and where Prime had gray armor, Optimus had silver, showing off the true definition of his curves. He also did not wear his battle mask, exposing his face to Prime's scrutiny. He felt his gaze linger on the younger's lips before he tore his gaze away and set down to recharge.
"We will need all of our strength to survive tomorrow." he thought before blackness claimed him.
Okay, I know. just to clear things up G1 Optimus is Prime while tfa Optimus is just Optimus. Tell me what you guys think by reviewing! Only takes five seconds to do.