A/N: Thank you all very much for the enthusiastic reviews ^o^. And thank you IBrokeThe4thWall for your idea. I would have used it directly, but my Muse decided to twist it. Hope you guys like it. :D


Jazz stood there for a moment, almost lost in thought. Something was up, and he severely disliked having no clue what it was and not having a clue what it was. Prowl laid there for a moment also in thought before sitting up, face gently set in a frown.

"Well, I guess there's an easy explanation for this. We're in the Well, correct?" Jazz nodded, wondering where this was going. "Then you aren't necessarily the Jazz I know. You could be from any time, anywhere. The same for me. I am not necessarily the Prowl you know." Jazz had to nod again; the idea made sense. Still...

"So where are ya from, mech? Before I came here, I was on Earth with a few'a my buddies." Prowl nodded, taking in the information.

"I am from Earth as well. There were not many of us there also, only Bulkhead, Ratchet, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, and myself, besides the occasional Elite Guard ship arriving. At least, while I was there."

Ahem. I believe I can help you.

Prowl and Jazz both jumped, startled out of their conversation, and glanced around. It was pitch black around them, but they both could easily see the other for some reason. There were also silver and golden glows from around them, soft and muted by darkness.

"Ah, and ya are?" Jazz called out, phantom feelings of defense systems activating running along his silver frame as a sliver of fear passed through him.

I have many names, but you may call me Primus.

Primus.

Jazz and Prowl looked at each other, equally cautious, though slightly awed. After all their time, during good times and bad, they had questioned their religion. But here was proof. Solid proof. They couldn't deny that it probably was, being in the Well and everything. Each dismissed the possibility of it being someone [i]other[/i] than Primus with barely more than a passing thought.

"Alright, and why do you bother talkin' ta us now?" Jazz's optics flashed as he asked, betraying his calm demeanor.

I tell you only now because there is a need for each of you. You will not go back to your world, but to the other's. You will also learn more of what is expected and your abilities there as needed.

"A need of us? What do you mean? Why would we specifically need to be sent?" Prowl questioned, accepting Jazz's offered hand and pulling himself to his feet so he could take a look around. The surrounding darkness was impossible to see through, but occasionally he thought he saw glimpses of other lights of different colors. Each was a different shade, none two the same shade, as far as the black and gold mech could tell at least.

As I have said, you will discover that later. What you need to know now is information of the other's world.

Prowl and Jazz looked to the other again and shrugged. It wasn't like there was much else to do.


A/N: Sorry for the short chapter again, and for it taking a while. I really couldn't decide which of my versions to go with, though this one seems slightly better. Please point out any mistakes kindly, this is not beta'd, and any ideas for what could happen are welcome. I have a basic plotline made up, but I'm open to suggestions.