The first thing I saw when I woke up was... Ratchet's hands working on me? What happened? Did the Autobots catch us? Had they started their torture on me?

"Good. You've woke up."

Too weak to do anything, I remained still, though I had the urge to get his hands away from me. Soon I knew that he was on a different colour, or it wasn't Ratchet, just someone like Ratchet with a different colour. But the symbol on his chest clearly indicated that he was one of the Autobots.

"I'm done. You were damaged mainly on your chest, but you're lucky it didn't reach your spark. Your facemask was also damaged, but I have the replacement so I replaced it away. Your mask appeared to be same build with Optimus'."

I tried to raise my hand to touch my faceplate, but Ratchet prevented me. And what was that about spark? "Don't try to move. You're still in recovery. But if you want to talk, it's okay."

Like it or not, I had to ask, "Wha... what haffnt?" I restated my vocals "What happened? The last thing I remember was I..." I don't exactly remember.

"You were hurt when we brought you in. Your friends are now inside the cells."

Ratchet stood up and walked to the door. I could hear him saying something like 'Why was I repaired him again?' and 'Primus I sometimes hate my job.' Then I knew that he repaired me. He really did?

Not so long after, he returned with a few Autobots with him, all of them were in the wrong colour. But I could recognise one of them as Optimus Prime. So, my senses came and told me to prepare to fight. I tried to stand up, but retreated with a pain on my chest. I screamed, and it brought their attention. Ratchet came to my side and urged me to calm down. Of course I won't. I remained sat down and prepared for anything they might do to me.

After a few talking, Optimus finally reached me closer. Reflex, I felt scared, and anything else I couldn't even imagine, "Onslaught, it seems we have something to talk to."

To talk to? I thought it was time for the torture. "I won't tell you anything."

Optimus dismissed my previous statement and spoke with a normal tone, "Was it really that you came here through a portal?"

"Umm... yes?" Weird question. Maybe any other Autobots or one of my gestalts told him.

"Is it true that this is your original colour scheme?"

"Yes. I was created with this colour scheme and have never change it."

"Is it true that you have met Cliffjumper?"

"I haven't exactly meet him or fought him. As I heard, he was killed on a battle. Megatron have told me that once when we were on a mission, he met Cliffjumper in a red paint job from another universe where he said the Autobots were evil and the Decepticons were good. He already went back home when I returned from the mission."

"And what do you know about him?"

I was confused by all the questions. Were they really torturing me? I could feel that everyone on the room were looking at me. "I don't know anything much about him for he left before I meet him. However, I happen to know that he came from the universe where anyone were in different… colour… scheme?"

Soon I knew that anyone here were on a different colour scheme than usual. So it's true that the one I saw first was really Ratchet. But, if everyone here were on different colour scheme, it would only mean one thing.

"It seems that you have come into the universe of the red Cliffjumper. I am Optimus Prime, but not the Optimus Prime you've recognised on your universe."

"The one who wasn't evil." said someone who looked like Sideswipe.

"B-but, how did I get here? I don't remember anything I had gone into."

Ratchet then stepped a bit closer, "Do you remember you were walking into a portal? Or brought in?"

"I think…" Oh yeah, the portal behind us when we were battling the Protectobots. It must've brought us into here. Should I tell them?

I think no, "I remember we were walking into a portal, then I gone into emergency statis."

"That's it. The portal brought you here. It must be the same portal which brought Cliffjumper into your universe."

Optimus spoke, "Cliffjumper informed me that he has been helped by your Megatron until he came back, so I'd like to return the favour by helping you while you're here. You're the leader of the Combaticons, right?"

"Yes, I am." I looked to him, confused. It seemed many things happened whilst my gestalts and I were on the mission.

"I'd like to help you and your team while you're here, which I assume would take quite some time until a new portal open up. You're still Cybertronian by any chance, anyway. I'll tell Perceptor to calculate the time next portal would appear. In the meantime, I think you can't stay here in fear my soldiers would think you as the enemy, and there's no empty room for you and your team to stay. You can stay on the Protectobots' base."

Upon hearing that, I could feel my entire circuits froze. The idea of staying with the Protectobots was the worst idea I have ever heard. I myself was not too afraid being with the Protectobots, this universe's Protectobots, but I feared my team won't, especially Vortex. His previous encounter with First Aid in his lab table had changed his mental so much. First Aid tortured him right in front of us to make me talk. Vortex told me a thousand times not to talk, but in the end, I talked. But even after I talked, First Aid wasn't stopping his cruel game, and it continued for a few days until finally Megatron came to save us.

"I-I wouldn't say i-it's bad… i-it's just… I th-think… can we stay with any other?"

He tapped his chin for a moment and then spoke, "I'm afraid you can't. The Protectobots are the only ones who's living on a different base than here, and I'm sure they could provide you with the necessary things you'd require."

Optimus seemed to be able to feel my concerns. "Is there something you concerned about this?"

A lot, honestly. But Megatron's words were still on my audios, never show weaknesses to the enemy, even though this was allies-to-be enemy. "I…n-no. There's nothing I'm concerned with. I-it's fine."

The one who looked like Ironhide spoke, "Look, th' Decepticon's scared."

I saw him looking at me with a grin. Just before I spoke, Optimus cut in, "If it's fine, then, we should talk about this to your teammates." He then turned to Ratchet, "I guess now he's able to stand up and walk normally?"

Ratchet glanced over me, "I think he is."

"Then, Onslaught, please follow me."