0.0 Hello! Yes it's me again! Sorry for the long non-uploading break, it's just that I've been writing many OC fics and the last ones I put on here didn't get any reviews or looks, so I guessed OCs wern't welcome.

Well this is a new idea I've had bouncing about for a little while. It's my first attempt at writing a crossover fic, so please be easy on me. This is the first chapter of it. Depending on the reviews I get and its popularity will depend on if it continues and how it ends, because of a couple of reasons.

1. I'd like this fic to get popular. I spend time that I should use doing my college work writing these, and it would be good to get a nice review once in a while for my work. I write a lot, I just don't upload much to this site. They're all on my DA profile -TMNTleo- if anyone is interested.

2. If I am to continue this, I'm going to want to keep people interested in it. I want them to read what they want to read with this crossover, not a load of drivel that they're just going to skim through. I'll say now though, I'm not a big fan of slash, so if any of it is introduced into this it'll be very minimal [however you spell that word e.e I'm too tired to remember].

Anywho, ignore my very snobbish remarks above and enjoy my fic! I will upload part two when I've written it and have had it checked over by my awesome friends who are made of awesomeness! Comments and ways upon improving as always welcome, and if you have any idea, drop me a line! I love messages! ^^

DISCLAIMER OF DOOM - Transformers belong to Hasbro and Takara and the brillient minds who invented them, which unfortunatly isn't me. Then again, my mind isn't brillient, or I would've thought of a way to get my OCS popular and to stop getting Skartplug ra- erm I mean... 'badly hurt in many different ways'.

Also, Prime might seem a little tiny bit OOC, but thats because I wanted to make him look a little more arrogant then I know he isn't. I wanted him to look slightly pushy and bossy, if you get what I mean. Why he's like that will be explained later in the fic, I promise you, so please, no hate for making Prime an afthole. ^^; As much as I hate him, I don't like negative comments on the way I make him tick.

G1 Verse – Present Day

The Ark was silent, it was dark outside and everyone was in recharge. Well, nearly everyone.

Ratchet sighed as he finished up on his last patient, closing Mirage up and putting down his tools. The spy had been on patrol alone when he'd been ambushed by some stray cons, Starscream leading the small pack as he let them assault the F1 car with no mercy. The others had arrived to find Mirage offline, stripped of his armour and in a pool of his own energon. The blue and white mech had yet to wake up, but the medic had a brief understanding of what might've happened to him.

Shrugging, the CMO set an alarm to the machines so he'd be notified if anything changed. Heading out, he rubbed his tired blue optics, stretching as he walked down the silent halls to his room. Along the way, he passed Prowls office. He growled quietly seeing the light still on, his optics narrowing a little as he typed in the rooms override so he could shout at the SIC to get some recharge.

Opening the door, his optics softened a little. The Datsun was sound asleep on his desk, a datapad in one hand, stylus in the other. Sighing quietly, Ratchet decided to let him off this time, he was too tired to wake the tactician up and shout at him. Heading over, he pulled Prowl to his feet, the white and black mech stirring a little when he realised he was moving. Optics dim, he tried his best to help Ratchet move him, shifting his weight a little and walking some as they moved out the door and down the hall. The medic was the first to speak, breaking the silence in the dark corridors of the Ark. He spoke quietly however, not wanting to wake any of his comrades up.

"If I wasn't so tired I'd scold you right now…"

"Completely… understandable…"

"Don't you fall asleep on me yet, we aren't there"

"Oh… but this is where your journey ends…"

Ratchet looked up and around upon hearing the unknown voice, shielding his optics suddenly with his spare servo as a large blue portal appeared in front of them. The two didn't have time to brace themselves when a black figure suddenly grabbed them, Prowl letting out an unannounced cry of pain as a hand gripped his doorwing tightly, denting it inwards whilst the other held onto Ratchets shoulder, doing the same amount of damage.

They both cried out as a sudden shock ran through them both, overloading systems and frying circuitry, before it shut them down completely, the black figure pulling them into the portal before it snapped shut again, leaving the hall in darkness once more…

Energon Verse – The Next Morning

As the sun rose over the waters of Ocean Planet, Inferno yawned, rubbing his orange optics as he sat up on his berth. It was early, and he had early shift in ten minutes.

Stretching, he clambered off his berth, taking a cube of his shelf before heading out of his small, cramped quarters and into the control room. It was silent, as always at this time in the morning. Upon his entrance, Jetfire looked up, the red and white mech nodding one in greeting before returning to the computer screen he'd been looking at.

Inferno yawned and waved a little back, walking to the front and turning on the main holo screen to check the days rota.

"What are you doing up so early?"

"I gotta go through this again for Prime. He's got his spark set on getting this new linkup programme sorted it's like I don't even get a say in it anymore"

The fire truck looked over at the jet and raised an optic ridge, crossing his arms as he walked over. Jetfire sighed, plans and blueprints written in cybertronian running across the screens in front of him, diagrams of Optimus Prime and himself merging into another flickering on a lone monitor.

"Why is he so intent on power linking with us all anyway? If he needs wings isn't that what Wingsabers for?"

"He went through the data and thinks that because I'm stronger then Wingsaber I'd be a better candidate"

"Is he allowed in the files?"

"He's Optimus Prime, Inferno. He's allowed to do anything here"

The jets wings rose a little in irritation from his comment as he continued to read the data on the screen. When Prime had told him about the plans for them to power link, he hadn't thought much about it, after all he normally linked with Inferno, Hotshot or Ironhide on a regular basis for battles. But when he'd mentioned that he might never be able to link with anyone else besides him, he'd started to worry. By the time the tests had been completed, the flyer realised it was too late to back out of the situation. Now his frame was sore and achy from the many trial and errors that had been done, and he knew there were only more to come in the future.

"You don't like this idea do you…"

"Not one bit…"

Inferno had noticed the changes in his comrade as the time had flown. Since the first trial, Jetfires movements had become stiff and almost forced, his flying had reduced to only when it was necessary, and even then he seemed to hate doing it. His visor had dimmed a lot too, no longer its bright orange colour, now more of a darker shade.

"Are ya done staring? I need to get back to this"

"Oh… sorry…"

He'd also started snapping a lot. Inferno sighed as he headed back to his post, looking over the cameras and recent news for any Decepticon activity. He only turned when he noticed Jetfire standing, the red and white mech seeming to have a little difficulty with getting out of his chair.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah… Just a little stiff that's all, I missed an energon session yesterday. I gotta head to the simulation room, Prime wants to try again"

"Ok…"

Inferno watched as Jetfire slowly headed out of the room, wings drooped slightly on his back. It was like he didn't want to go to the test, that or he was hiding something the others didn't know about.

As the flyer left, Inferno sat down at a computer, typing into it. He looked around, making sure he was alone before typing into the system, putting in a password one of the omnicons had given him in case he needed to access the medical files. He had to see what was going on with Jetfire.

Optimus groaned as he collided with the ground, leaving a small crater. He sat up and looked over at Jetfire who had landed a few feet away. The jet had his back to him, panting quietly as he recollected himself.

"Lets try again"

"Prime we've been going at it for hours can't we take a break?"

"We almost had it that time! We have to get this right if we're going to stop the Decepticons!"

"But Optimus we-"

"We're trying again!"

The jet sighed and let out an exasperated 'fine' as he pulled himself up, groaning quietly as his frame creaked from the movement. He hurt all over from the constant trials and failures, it was getting harder and harder to move.

He watched as Optimus stood easily and walked back to where he was standing, waiting impatiently for the jet to take off before jumping up to meet him. By his command, the red and white flyer transformed, his wings dislocating from his frame along with his cockpit which separated in half. The wings extended and attached themselves to Primes back, thrusters joining them whilst his cockpit provided armour to Optimus's legs. But as the chestplate tried to attach, a loud snap made the whole process stop, Jetfire crying out as his parts slipped off and reattached. He crashed to the ground, still in vehicle mode as he shook in pain. Prime landed and ran over, several Omnicons running into the room from the observation room as the jet transformed slowly, still shaking and panting quietly on his hands and knees.

"Jetfire what is it!"

"N-nothin… I'm alright"

With that said, the jet attempted to stand, only for something else to let out a loud crack as he did so. Jetfire groaned and shook, before tiredly pulling himself up to stand, swaying slightly before catching himself.

"See? I'm fine…"

"If you're sure. Alright lets try this again"

"Prime… I need a break"

"What? But we're so close!"

"Please Prime, I'm exhausted…"

"No. We finish this now"

The jet sighed and took off again, Optimus running back as they once again attempted the mid-air link manoeuvre.

It was dark by the time they were finished for the day, the red jet practically dragging himself back to his quarters with the order to look over the plans once again to find the flaws and get some rest. His walk had a slight limp to it, one of his legs had been caught at an angle when he'd crashed during the many attempts to connect with his superior officer. He hurt so much he couldn't feel his frame anymore, his wings were practically limp on his back as he continued to walk the corridor. It seemed to grow whilst he walked, his quarters seeming to get further and further away as he continued to move.

"Jetfire?"

Jetfire looked up, visor brightening as he attempted to straighten himself out whilst Inferno approached. His attempts failed as he winced behind his battle mask, slouching again, before nearly collapsing on the ground. He would've, if it wasn't for the fire truck putting one of his arms around his shoulders to help him walk.

"You look terrible…"

"Thanks for sugar coating it"

Inferno sighed from the snappy comment as he walked the jet to his quarters, the door swishing open as they approached, granting them entry. The red mech didn't miss the quiet pained hiss that the flyer let out, hoping the door would drown him out so he wouldn't hear.

As he lowered him onto his berth, he noticed his visor dangerously dim. Blinking and without thinking, he slowly reached forwards, unclipping the object, Jetfire's battle mask sliding back on its own accord from the action. His optics brightened a little.

The jets optics were shut tightly, metallic dentures gritted in pain. He was still panting quietly through them, his frame incredibly tense and trembling a little. Inferno pulled a chair over and sat down by his friends berth, looking him over. He looked absolutely exhausted and he was being pushed over his limits, something he hadn't been made to do.

"Jetfire… You need to tell Prime this is hurting you"

"Like he cares. I've told him, he said its because my frames not used to changing in the way it has to"

"Look at you! You're in agony! You have to stop this!"

"It's too late to Inferno!"

Inferno blinked as the jet opened his optics, their blue colour pale in pain as Jetfire pushed himself slowly up so he was sitting. He winced as his frame groaned in protest, but he didn't like having to look up at his friend to talk to him.

"Primes too set on getting this done now. If I suddenly say no, he'll just make me do it anyway. I'll get used to it"

"Jetfire…"

"No Inferno. And if you say anything, I'll get you demoted, and you know I will"

The fire truck just shook his helm. He was going to say something to Optimus, he had to. He couldn't stand seeing his friend like this. As he went to stand however, a flash of light blocked him, both of the mechs having to shield their eyes as a bright blue portal opened, a shadow grabbing both of them and pulling them in before the room was returned to it's darkness…