A/N: Don't Own em.

Another sinstallment for this story. Sorry it took so long to update.


"A year ago, you knew when you woke up that you were on earth, A few months ago, you knew that you were the only Autobots in existence, Yesterday, you knew that there are other universes that are so close yet so different. Imagine what you'll know tomorrow," Hot Shot said as he watched Wheeljack work on something in the corner near the main computer.

"Wow, deep," Rad commented, getting a smirk from Hot Shot, "Hey, I can't help it, sometimes it just comes,"

"So, hey, Wheeljack?" Rad asked, moving from Hot Shot to the older, white mech.

"Yes, Rad? What can I do for you?"

"Well, uh, I was just curious and all,"

"What he wants to know is what is it like for you guys in your own universe?"

This got Wheeljack stopped dead in his tracks. He put his tool down, mock wiped his hands up and looked at the boys, "It's a lot different from your life, believe me,"

"How so?"

"Well, for one, there are a lot more Autobots and Decepticons in the Great War on Earth. A lot more firing going on, and Ratchet always busy with fixing us up, and there aren't Minicons, although I could say that they would be mighty useful in the war."

"Well, you say that your leader is Optimus Prime also, but they don't look anything alike?" Alexis asked, joining in the conversation.

"Exactly. He's a lot less…" Wheeljack stopped, giving the now leader a glance, "Bulkier?" He rubbed the back of his helm.

"Will you ever get home?"

"I sure hope so," he glanced to Sideswipe who had situated himself in a corner, mumbling to himself. No one had really taken notice at first, thinking it was some kind of trauma from the cross universe. Worry was evident in his optics and the children's gaze followed him, "What is up with him, man?"

"He's a twin," Wheeljack answered, rising to full height. Since we have no Medic, I have been charged with keeping an eye on him; to make sure he doesn't break down,"

"Why would he break down?" Rad asked, curious.

"Well, it's like this," Wheeljack held up his hands, "twins are a pair made of one spark. Therefore, if one extinguishes, the other will also. His spark is confused, because it knows his brother is not dead, yet it cannot find him, which is why he is acting the way he is."

"So, um, that's bad, right?" Carlos asked.

"It can be," Wheeljack admitted, albeit a little sadly, "I don't know what all can happen to a twin once them have lost contact with their other."

"Can't you fix him?"

"I'm not a Medic, I'm an Engineer." Wheeljack sighed as the three children walked slowly to Sideswipe. Billy and Fred joined the trio, watching Sideswipe, who suddenly looked up, his glare darkened, "What do you want?"

"Whoa, hey, we aren't going to hurt you," Rad suddenly spoke.

"I'd be careful around him if I was you, he can be unpredictable in his current state of mind," Wheeljack said as he went back to work on whatever he had been working on.

"I just want Sunstreaker. Nothing else. I want to know where he is. Why I can't feel him,"

"Didn't Wheeljack tell you already?"

This got an abrupt snort, and Sideswipe stood, leaving the children as he stomped off to another part of the building, "leave me be,"

"And they said Megatron was a grouch,"

"I heard that,"

"Guys, it's really not a good idea to talk to the twins when they are mad, they are really mean in the battlefield, and not much different when they are calm. They only really communicate with each other, or help when needed, but as I understand it, they, when separated can become even meaner, which really isn't good, given he's in here with us and the rest of you, and he could really hurt someone. My advice would be to stay away, stay away, stay away!" Blurr said as he went to comfort the children, knowing they had been put off by the red twin.

"Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?"

"All the time," Blurr said rather proudly with a smile.

"You know, maybe we can help him somehow," Rad said, looking forlornly towards where Sideswipe had retreated.

"Maybe, but what can we do? We don't want to set him off any more than he is already, he already seems uncontrolled.


Starscream glared at Sideways as he came to check on the new Decepticons. Megatron had ordered them into the brig, and here they sat, "What do you plan to do with us, anyways?" Cyclonus suddenly asked.

"Actually, I came here to interrogate you," Sideways said as he folded his arms.

"Interrogate? What next? Gonna dismantle us for parts?" Starscream growled, holding to the bars that trapped them, his optics never leaving the purple Decepticon.

"Actually, I want you to tell me about Unicron,"

"Wha? Him? He helped bring me back to life, much to Galvatron's dismay," Starscream smirked.

"Did he now, what else do you know about him?"

"That he's big, he eats planets and nearly destroyed Cybertron," Starscream hissed, "Why do you want to know?"

Sideways glanced at all three of the captives, but said nothing. Perfect, they don't know about the minicons, and they don't know about what I plan to do.


"So, um, Sideswipe?" Carlos was wary of approaching the unstable Autobot; therefore he stood a bit of a distance away from him.

"What do you want?" the twin asked, raising his head so his optics were right on the intruder in his space.

"Well, uh, I was just wondering," He paused, thinking of something to say, "Do you wanna like, talk about Sunstreaker or something?"

"Why do you want to know?" Sideswipe asked, sounding affronted.

"I dunno, maybe get some stuff of your chest, you know," Carlos was still careful with his words. Wheeljack had said he was unstable. How unstable? He didn't know, but he did want to help.

Sideswipe considered his question. He didn't seem to have an ulterior motive. There was a large burst of air through his intakes, "Sunstreaker is my twin," he started, "We were sparked at the exact same time, but split, as far as I know,"

"Wow, a split spark, that's incredible!"

Sideswipe gave him a sideways glance, "Well, anyways, we were always together, always fighting by each other's side, always scheming up the next prank to pull on the other Autobots."

"Pranksters? Cool! Tell me more!"

Sideswipe nodded, seeming to calm a bit, "There were times we would pull them on Ironhide, other times on Ratchet. We love Ratchet, no matter how many things he throws at us, nor how many times he yells – I guess it shows he cares."

"Sure sounds like it," For that, he got a small smile. It was noticeable in his optics more than his facial features.

"Anyway, we are just a pair. There's no real way I can explain it human terminology," he leaned hard against the metal wall, "Some say we were the most vicious Autobots to ever be recruited,"

"Why's that? I mean, you did say something about being an assassin,"

"Exactly. Not only are we warriors, but we are assassins, because no one would be crazy enough to get into the things we do. I guess we are really lucky bots, we always managed to stave off death,"

"You two sound like quite a pair, I wish I could meet him!"

"No you don't. He's vain and can be downright rude to others. He often cares more about his paint job and good looks than fighting. And he complains – a lot."

"So you both are like flips sides of a coin?"

"So to speak, yeah,"

They heard footsteps nearing them, Sideswipe gave a sideways glance and Carlos turned, "Scavenger," he said, "I was just talking to Sideswipe." Scavenger gave Carlos a disapproving look. The kids were told to stay away from Sideswipe in the first place.

"Sideswipe, Optimus has requested your presence," Scavenger interrupted.

"Scavenger, huh? You know there is a Scavenger from our universe too, but he's a Decepticon," Sideswipe looked back down at Carlos as Scavenger gave a small 'humph' and growled, "Get moving, Sideswipe,"

"Oh joy," was all the came from the twin's mouth as he rose to his feet. He smiled down at Carlos again, inside, he was thankful for the conversation.


"Sir, another Minicon has been spotted," Demolisher suddenly said, searching to pinpoint it's location.

"Good, good. Get those other Decepticons in here. Let's see how they fair against the Autobots." Megatron smirked. This was going to be good.

A few moments later, Sideways came in with Starscream, Thrust and Cyclonus ahead of him, "You three will be joining us in getting a minicon!" Megatron said, standing to his full height.

"Oh yay," Starscream sneered, "What if we refuse?"

"You wouldn't' refuse being a Decepticon and wanting to take over the universe, would you?" Megatron asked, placing a hand on his hip.

"Good point; we are in, where is this little minicon thing?"

"You will take the warp gate to the specified area, and Starscream," he sighed, "expect to come up against Autobots,"

Starscream gleaned, "That's my job!" he suddenly said.

"Sideways filled us in on a few things," Cyclonus suddenly said. He also said what type of buffoons you had working for you, and I assure you that we will work to our fullest until we get returned home.

"Enough. Minicon. Now." Megatron growled and stepped from his seat, moving to the warp gate.


The alarm sounded, startling Sideswipe from his own thoughts, he looked around cautiously. Red Alert came running in, frantic about the alarm, only to be appeased by Optimus when he said that it was the discovery of another Minicon, "I got it!" Alexis called out, "It's in the North, Canada."

"Then Canada is where we are going," Jetfire suddenly said.

"Alright Autobots, you know what to do. I want Scavenger to stay here and guard the base this time, since Red Alert is not here."

"Yes, I am," came the interruption.

Optimus sighed, "Not the Red Alert that we usually have guard the base."

"But I am more qualified, I am the Security officer,"

"Fine, then you stay, Sideswipe?" Optimus called.

"Do you feel up to helping?"

"Will there be Decepticons?"

"More than likely,"

"Then hell yes, I am in, I need to vent somehow. Tearing into a Decepticon is a good way to let off some steam," he sighed inside, wishing Sunstreaker was here.

"Then let's roll," Optimus and the rest headed to the trans-warp gate and awaited it to pinpoint the exact location, and they were off like that.

Autobots had been expected, and none of them would be ready for this Starscream, who was circling above, waiting for them, and when they did come, he instantly started firing on them. Sideswipe transformed from his Lamborghini mode and started firing back, "You guys get that minicon, I will hold ole' Screamer off," he fired again.

"Hold it, there, kid, you sure you should be taking on Starscream by yourself?" Jetfire suddenly asked.

"I have done it more times than I care to count, back off, Jetfire," Sideswipe fired again, clipping Starscream's wing, but not enough to ground him. Sideswipe dove as Starscream aimed his Null Ray at him, Jetfire turned suddenly, seeing Sideswipe dodge the hit, "You alright, kid?"

"I'm fine, Jetfire! You have no idea how bad this jerk really is!" Sideswipe moved behind a boulder and aimed his shoulder cannon at the circling F-15. Starscream then decided to use what force he could, powering his thrusters on full, he careened towards the red twin, transformed in mid air and tackled Sideswipe, "Without your cheeky brother here, I will kill you!"

Shock and horror filled the faces of the Autobots as they watched the explosion of dust and dirt. They hadn't ever seen something so vicious before. The Starscream they all knew wasn't one to dive at someone like that, and even more to get into an all out brawl with one of the Autobots, "Sideswipe!" Hot Shot called from the mix of other Autobots.

"He's fine, Hot Shot," Wheeljack suddenly said, keeping an optic on the other Decepticons as they closed in.

Little did they know that Sideswipe was being overwhelmed by the crazed F-15.