Counterparts, Ch 1
(AU universe)
'You have your mission, ladies,' Prime announced, looking at the three femmes standing before her.
'We will not fail you, Prime,' Prowl insisted in a monotone voice. The black and white police femme stood tall and ridged, ignoring her noisy bondmate behind her.
'Not fair. I still think I should be the one to do this,' Jazz whined, pouting at the 2IC.
'It will go smoother if I go, Jazz. My male counterpart will be too difficult to seduce in such a short period of time,' Prowl explained.
'I doubt we'll have a problem with that,' Sideswipe grinned, sharing a look with her golden twin sister.
'We will be back soon,' Sunstreaker turned to look at the femme medic standing behind her.
'Oh, I'm sure you two will have lots of fun,' Ratchet announced, looking put off and annoyed.
'Is our little nursy jealous?' Sideswipe chuckled, darting behind the medic to place a kiss on her neck.
'No, I'm not jealous!' Ratchet insisted, glaring at her lovers.
'You are the only one for me, Ratchet,' Sunstreaker stated, taking the medic into her arms and swallowing her protests with a deep kiss.
'Dang... now I'm horny. Do you have to go now, Prowler?' Jazz pleaded with her bondmate.
'Yes. These devices are still in the test stages, so we're not quite sure how long you will have,' Wheeljack handed the watch-shaped devices to Prowl and the twins.
'These transport bands should teleport you directly into the alternate Autobot base... as long as there are no major glitches,' Wheeljack grimaced behind her mask, hoping for the best.
The twins eyed the metal bands around their wrists, knowing too much was at stake to back out now. Still, what if they exploded? This was Wheeljack's invention after all. Percy and Skyfire did help, so maybe they were safe enough.
Prowl drew in a breath before giving the order to activate the devices. The others watched in awed silence as three of their crew members (and mates) vanished into thin air.
'Jackie, weren't their alternate male selves suppose to appear in the same room as us?' Jazz asked after several long minutes.
'Oh dear... I think I might have been a little off on the calculations,' Wheeljack mumbled aloud, fumbling with a datapad.
'INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT! Decepticon spies in the base!' Red Alert's shrill voice blared out of the speakers.
'Looks like we found them!' Jazz grinned cheerfully, practically skipping out of the room.
'This isn't the the science wing,' Sides announced, hauling her golden sister of a pile of now-crushed boxes.
'Wheeljack's calculations must have been off. It should not be too difficult to locate our targets and achieve our goals,' Prowl commented, manually over-riding the lock on the storage-room door.
'That has to be the geekiest way of saying we're gonna jump a bot's frame and make some sparklings,' the red twin giggled.
'This isn't a vacation, Sideswipe. We have to assure the survival of our race. Unfortunately, with the mech population driven close to extinction by the Decepticons, we now have to resort to the use of... alternative methods,' the 2IC frowned, stepping into the empty hallway.
'Yeah, yeah. Come on, Sunny. Let's go medic hunting!' Sides grinned, transforming into her alt mode and driving off down the hallway.
'Whatever,' Sunny sighed, before following her twin.
'Wait, you two... Figures,' Prowl rubbed her helm and started walking toward the command rooms.
First things first, inform Prime about the mission... then find Jazz. (the second part made her cringe)
A peek into the med bay revealed that the doctor was not around, but First Aid did stutter and stare at them when they asked where he was.
'Re... Rec room. That way,' the young apprentice gaped at the sexy femmes in the doorway.
Blowing a kiss, Sides backed out the door, smirking at the red flush on the little medic's cheeks.
'Isn't First Aid just adorable as a mech? I wonder what Bluestreak looks like,' Sides chatted cheerfully as she walked down the hallway next to Sunny.
'Probably as annoying as usual,' Sunny grumbled, arms crossed stubbornly over her chest.
'Oh, lighten up. But I wonder...' Sides grinned, glancing at her sister.
'What?'
'Who will be on top?' Sides darted out of the way of her sister's fist and ran down the hall.
(after all, Sunny pretty much topped both her sister and their medic lover in the berth... but perhaps it would be different with the male Ratchet)
The alarm on his door rang, announcing a visitor on the other side.
~Must be Prowl.~
'Come in, Prowl,' Optimus called, optics still focused on the ever growing stack of papers and datapads scattering his desktop. They were multiplying, Prime was sure of it.
Footsteps entered the room and stopped in front of his desk.
'Oh good, I've been wanting to ask you...' Optimus looked up and nearly fell off his chair. A pretty black and white femme stood ridged in front of him, staring at him with deep blue optics.
'Prime, the matter I need to speak with you about is most urgent,' the femme announced.
'Of course... uh, but first, perhaps you could introduce yourself,' Optimus tried not to stutter as he gestured for her to sit down. After all, it had been a long time since any of the Ark crew had had a femme aboard.
'I am Prowl, second in command of the Autobot army. I am from another universe,' the femme settled into her seat and stared at him.
'... ... ...'
'I realize this is difficult to believe, Prime. However, it is completely true. In our world, we have only a handful of mechs. The rest of us, Autobots and Decepticons alike, are female. It has been decided that the only way to end our war is to produce sparklings. Since most of the Decepticons are femmes as well, they will not be able to harm a sparkling (femme coding prevents them from harming sparklings). That is why we are here,' Prowl explained, looking calm and collected.
'... I see...'
'You're the twins? No fraggin' way!' Jazz stared at the sexy duo standing in the middle of the rec room.
'Yes, fraggin' way,' Sides grinned back, red servo propped on her hip plates.
'What...how?' the saboteur rebooted his optics. Nope, still seeing femmes that looked like the front-liner twins.
'Prowl's here too. Femme Prowl. Do us a favour and interface her until she can't think straight,' Sides sighed, throwing an arm over her face dramatically. Sunny just huffed at her sister's antics.
'Prowl is a femme...' Jazz felt his processor jolt.
~Femme Prowler... damn, that could be really sexy. I wonder what she looks like. Police car mod, sexy headlights... calm and collected...~
'Where do I find her?' Jazz begged, sending a pleading look at the twins.
The pair exchanged a knowing look.
'She's likely talking to Prime. Informing him about the mission,' Sunny stated, looking bored... bored and sexy as hell!
'Prime, got it!' Jazz transformed and raced out of the room.
'Watch where you're driving or I'll plant a wrench up your tailpipes!' a gruff voiced yelled. The twins perked up as the owner of the voice walked into the rec. room moments later.
'We're here to sex you up, Doctor,' Sideswipe announced when medic's blue optics landed on them.
'...'
CRASH!
'Sideswipe!' Sunny's shriek echoed the room.
Jazz darted into Prime's office the moment the door opened. Inside was a vision of loveliness that couldn't compare to any other. A queen, a femme-bot extraordinaire, a Goddess!
'Jazz,' the femme Prowl commented.
Optimus shook his head, noticing that his top saboteur's optics were glued to the femme's headlights.
'Jazz,' the femme Prowl's stern voice commented again, raised slightly in annoyance.
Jazz jolted in shock and looked up at the firm face-plates of the femmebot standing before him with her arms now crossed over her chest.
'Sorry bout that, beautiful!' the mech flirted shamelessly.
'Let's just get this over with,' Prowl sighed, taking the mech by the arm and pulling him out of the office. She paused to give her regards to the Prime before dragging the willing and very male Jazz down the hallway.
'First Aid,' Ratchet's optics onlined to the familiar face of his assistant.
'Scans indicate that you are operating at normal levels, Ratchet,' the younger mech commented, stepping back as his mentor sat up with a groan.
'Better run that scan again, cause I thought I saw a femme set of those blasted, trouble-making twins,' the medic groaned, rubbing his helm.
'Surprise!' a slim, red body plopped herself down on his lap with a grin.
'Sideswipe?' Ratchet stared at the femme in shock.
'Yep. And Sunny-kins!' the red twin giggled.
'Don't call me Sunny,' the golden femme growled, taking a seat next to Ratchet and staring at him intensely.
'Don't mind her, she's just grouchy cause she won't get to top,' the red femme jumped to her feet and darted away before her sister could hit her.
Ratchet rebooted his optics and felt a migraine coming on.
'So, we have to interface so you can get preggers?'
Prowl sighed, noting that the male Jazz had a very goofy grin on his face-plates.
'So, you and your femme Jazz are bonded?' the saboteur asked, noticing that his soon-to-be berth partner was looking a tad anxious.
'Yes. Most of the femmes in my universe, both Autobot and Decepticon, are bonded in pairs or trines,' Prowl answered, glad to get off the subject of interfacing for 5 astro-seconds.
'Alternate universes... crazy,' Jazz poured two cubes of high grade and offered the first to his new lady-friend.
'Yes,' Prowl agreed, sipping her cube. The pair sat in silence, waiting for the tension to ease.
'I've never... with a mech before,' Prowl admitted, tapping her fingertips on her now-empty cube.
'Really?' Jazz perked up with pride, setting the cubes aside.
'In order to do this... with you... I will need to be in control,' the police car commented, looking embarrassed.
'Anything you want, beautiful,' Jazz tried hard not to grin as he laid himself down on the berth, waiting for the sexy femme to have her way with him.
'Complete control, Jazz,' Prowl warned, reaching behind her back.
'Crystal clear, lovely lady,' Jazz promised, holding his hands out before him, palms up in a gesture of good will.
'CLICK!'
Jazz rebooted his optics and stared in shock at the statis-cuffs around his wrists. Femme Prowl shook her head at him when he tried to pull his hands apart, before settling herself onto his lap.
'As I said, Jazz... complete control,' Prowl whispered, pressing the mech's cuffed hands above him.
'Now, don't move. I'm in charge here,' purred the femme.
'Mmmmm... our Ratchet is going to be so jealous,' Sideswipe mumbled between kisses.
Ratchet groaned, torn between kissing the red twin and nuzzling the gold twin. Three rounds and they looked like they'd be up for more. No sleep tonight, especially not with Sunstreaker yanking him back down. He had barely an astro-click to wonder if HIS twins were this amorous in bed before they got back to more pleasurable things.
'Congratulations. You're all sparked,' First Aid smiled warmly, having finally gotten over his shock at meeting REAL femmes.
'Thank you, First Aid. This mission was a success,' Prowl announced, getting to her feet.
'And fun. It was lots and lots of fun!' Sideswipe commented, hugging Ratchet. Her twin just nodded in agreement, taking the opportunity to drag Ratchet away from her twin and into a deep, passionate kiss.
'But now it is time to return home,' Prowl stated, saluting the Prime.
'Have a safe journey,' Optimus smiled behind his face-mask.
'Prowler... I won't forget you,' Jazz promised, finally catching the femme's optics.
'Thank you, Jazz,' Prowl whispered, giving him a rare smile.
Shaking her helm, the femme 2IC turned off her optics and pressed the return code into the wrist device (really, Jackie needed to name them soon).
'Welcome home, Prowlie,' a familiar voice greeted her as her onlined her optics.
'It's good to be home,' Prowl smiled, letting her mate pull her into a tight embrace.
'Hello Nurse!'
'Sideswipe!' Ratchet yelped, barely avoiding being tackled to the ground by her overly excitable mate.
'Ratchet,' Sunstreaker whispered, drawing her lover close and kissing her passionately.
'Hey, leave some for me!'
'I take it the mission was a success,' Prime commented, ignoring the noisy group to focus on her 2IC.
'It was,' Prowl admitted, enjoying the way her lover's servos ghosted over her chest-plates in wonder.
'That is good, very good,' Prime smiled behind her mask before leaving her officers to catch up with each other.
...the end... of this chapter anyway.
Author's Note: Seems like the femmes are far more ahead relationship-wise. This little adventure causes the mechs to wonder what relationships with each other could really be like.