Merry Early Christmas, everyone. –yawn- I hate the holidays. Stressful to the extreme.

Anyway, this is late to the pit, but it's worth it…Hopefully.


Otto turned, eyes narrowed. "Dante. So you've returned, you fool."

The former Second in Command nodded, a green Dodge Ram 1500 with blue tribal decals following him. "It would seem you've finally gotten the Transformers into our universe. I'd congratulate you, if it wasn't so wrong."

"What do you know, you deserter?"

"A lot more than you, Otto."

"Enough of this banter! Fanleaders, ATTACK!"

Some shot at the Autobots and Decepticons, others at the newcomer. The battle had begun.

-

Starscream and Skyweaver were turning out to be a perfect team. Both seemed to know when to alternate their attacks and when to back up the other. As they plowed through most of the OCs, Megatron and Optimus were tackling some of the bigger mechs, and having a tough time at that.

"Ratchet! You can't win in an all put fight!" Sigma squealed from his shoulder. "One of these is a Medic with regenerative powers! I should know, she belongs to my best friend! She'll just do a Mass Heal and you'll all have to start over again!"

"Then what the slag are we suppose to do?!" The Medic yelled back, dodging an attack from one of the larger mechs.

"The portal! Ratchet, can you get me to Soundwave? If I can fix the portal, I can bring out the Fanleaders' greatest weakness!"

"I'll try. Hang on tight, Sigma!"

-

"Soundwave! Catch!"

The Decepticon caught Sigma, as Ratchet was attacked by several OCs at once. "RATCHET!" Sigma yelled, fearful for the Medic's safety. Good or not, she was a Fan girl, and Ratchet's fangirl at that.

"What do you want, human?" Soundwave asked, blasting away at a few OCs daring to come closer.

"I need to fix your portal to end this fight! I think it was hit by a Jamming Signal, so I can fix it!" Sigma explined.

"Hurry! We aren't sure how much longer we can keep this up!"

-

Meanwhile, Dante's partner, Beacon, had transformed and was doing battle with Otto's OC Timebomb.

"Otto, what happened to your old OC, Dashdart?" Dante asked, unfamiliar with this new, obviously spawned by evil mech.

"She was weak! I had Timebomb destroy her for me!"

"WHAT? You monster!" Dante snarled angrily, urging Beacon on. "You swore you'd never destroy ANYTHING you created!"

"I LIED, YOU IDIOT!"

"You'll pay for your cruelty, Otto!"

-

"There! It's fixed!"

"Good, we can get out of here, then?" Soundwave inquired.

"NO!" Sigma snarled, punching in coordinates as the portal hummed to life. "I'm not done here yet! Set it…come on…YES!"

There was a massive roar, and two forms fell through the portal.

"What the slag? Jazz, you ok?"

"I think so, Prowl. Where are we, anyway?"

Silence reigned over the battle field. The Fanleaders were staring at the two newcomers with surprise…and excitement.

Sigma made her way over to Ratchet. "You see, my good Medic," she began, "These fangirls are all fans of Jazz and Prowl, therefore, their OCs, if they're femmes, will have massive crushes on the pair. Thus, this scene of chaos."

"What scene of cha-?"

"OMG, IT'S PROWL AND JAZZ!" A massive yell came from the Fanleaders, and the OCs' creators dashed towards the pair, their OCs following either to get a piece of the action, or to make sure their creator didn't kill anyone.

"Uh, Prowl? I think we'd better run." Jazz commented, standing up.

"Agreed, agreed!"

The two transformed and buggered out of there like Unicron was after them.

Actually, rabid fangirls tend to trump Unicron at the best of times.

-

"THIS ISN'T OVER, DANTE! I'm still here!"

"You won't be for long." Dante smiled and pulled out a walkie talkie. "Mrs. Brigade, we're ready when you are."

"OTTOOOOO!" Otto winced, and turned slowly…and then was grabbed by the ear. "WHAT THE BLUE SLAG DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, YOUNG MAN?!"

"MOOOOM! That hurts!"

"IT BETTER HURT!" Otto's mum was rather portly, but she wasn't a woman to mess with. AT ALL. Behind her was a gold femme, standing over Timebomb with a serious expression on her faceplates. "Wavewash, if you please." Mrs. Brigade said in a polite voice.

"Gladly, Lillian." Grabbing Timebomb by the back of the armor, she hissed, "You'll wish you we never spawned when your father's through with you, brat!"

"Primus, Mom, you're embarrassing me!" Timebomb groaned.

"I better be!"

Otto's mum turned to Optimus Prime, nodding. "We're sorry, Mr. Prime. Our entire family's a bit Transformer orientated. Perhaps a bit too much. My apologies, it won't happen again, right Otto?"

"No, Mom, It won't…"

"It's ok, Mrs. Brigade. It was a rather…interesting experience for all of us." Optimus said weakly, as he was smiling at Otto's misfortune. The other Autobots were snickering and chortling behind their leader. The Decepticons were flat out laughing and pointing.

"Yes, quite. Erm, before I go, may I have a picture with you? Need to explain to the family where I've been, and I've been a fan for some time now…" Mrs. Brigade said, blushing slightly.

"Of course you may." Optimus replied.

-

One Kodak moment later…

"Safe travels, you lot. Oh, and Megatron? My sister's son says Starscream would make a better leader. Toodles!"

Megatron was scowling at Starscream's happy/ smug face.

"I guess this is goodbye, then?" Sigma asked, tilting her head.

"Unfortunately, it is…at least, not until we find Jazz and Prowl." Optimus answered.

"Forget them! We have things to do, energon to make, stuff to steal…" Starscream said.

"And we'll be there to stop you every time." Sunny finished for him.

"Either way, at least we can go back at any time…but I think we deserve a break. I'd like to have a word with this 'Hasbro' company that apparently owns us." Megatron said, a growl embedded in his voice.

"And I have to train Skyweaver over here." Starscream put in, motioning to the mech.

"Then I have a lot to show you then, don't I?" Dante piped up. "We'll start tomorrow with an into to DeviantArt and TF slash…"


YAHAR! It's finally done! Phew!