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Chapter 6: A Little Convincing Is Needed...

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Optimus gazed down at the boy, his face plates neutral as he studied the human at his pedes. "It seems you know my name but I do not know yours."

"I go by the name Demyx."

"How do you know my designation youngling?"

Demyx bit his lip. "It's... a little complicated."

"Yeah in a hand basket." the young doctor muttered, earning a slightly confusing glance from the bots.

"Tell me, you guys do have a concept of the multiverse theory right?"

"Science fiction." Ratchet spat waving a servo at the notion.

"Science fact, I'm not from this universe. Sure all the vital information seems to be all the same when the whole good vs bad guys line is drawn, but I barely know anything critical when it comes to the rest. The world I come from was broken into various forms and states each separate but connected by a higher power."

When none of the bots made to interrupt him again he continued on. "Look, I met your counterparts while working on a mission for the organization I was a part of. I was sent to inspect an odd unknown energy reading which turned out to be a natural crystalized energon deposit... which had also -to my unfortunate luck- had been detected by the Decepticons. I was caught by Arachnid and Starscream, and automatically deemed one of the humans associated with that reality's Autobots.

"Anyways before Arachnid could collect my head for her collection that she was ranting about, I was rescued by the Autobots. Optimus ordered Smokescreen to get me to safety but he came under fire from Starscream. By all means I could have ran but my stubborn pride refused to let me leave without repaying my debt. So I helped him out, and for my troubles I was shot by a vehicon."

Demyx sighed at the silence that had fallen after his explanation. They're probably arguing over the comm link... he thought. He went to open his mouth again when the neon Autobot spoke up.

"How did you not die from being shot? The energon in the shot should have killed you."

"Well.. it came down to three things really, One I was pulling a massive amount of water which shielded me from most of the blow, second I wasn't fully human then and my powers which are derived from a healing element took most of the blow and I was thrown to deaths door thrice over. And three it did poison me. I was stuck under your counterparts care for the better part of three weeks before shit hit the fans and we went our separate ways."

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Xelan crossed his arms as he observed the bots. He was half tempted to peek at their seemingly silent minds but the last two times he'd tried resulted in overloading his poor mind... Hence the nosebleeds. As it was their emotions were tangible in the air, clearly tinted with suspicion, anger, and curiosity. The heavy silence that fell over the room.

There was one way to diffuse their suspicion... He vented a sigh through his nose before clearing his throat earning their sudden attention. "Um... If I may speak?"

"Go ahead..."

"Neal. Demyx isn't lying about his origins. And as much as I hate to say it, I do have a way to prove it."

"Xelan-"

"If I can dissuade their disbelief than I'm willing to provide substantial evidence for them."

"Xelan-"

"How many times have I told you not to call me that?"

Demyx growled lowly before trying to speak again. "Neal your nose is bleeding again."

"So it would seem." Xelan pulled out his ruined handkerchief. "As I was saying rudely interrupted by my friend, I'm quite willing to provide proof for you. And I believe that your medic already has the main proof already. Tell me am I wrong Ratchet?"

Everyone's gazes switched from the grey haired man to the neon yellow medic, who's own gaze was narrowed on Xelan. When he didn't say anything Xelan continued, "Go ahead, say it. I know for a fact that it has been on your upper thought processors since you scanned me earlier."

"You are not human."

"Indeed not. And to answer your question I am alive, even if I lack a actual heart, I just complicated like that. I was human at one point in time, before I was stripped into this cursed existence that I live in."

"I was once like him." Demyx spoke up. "I was exactly like him. A heartless, emotionless-"

"I do have some emotions thank you very much." A glare was shot Demyx's way.

"-shell of a person. Such things weren't uncommon in our home dimension. The shattered world we come from was steeped in mystism and magic." Demyx said as Xelan snorted somewhat painfully.

"Speak for yourself. My homeland was on the scientific side of the spectrum." the doctor sighed as his powers flared once more, causing yet another nosebleed. Damn psychic backlash...

"Spectrum?" Ratchet rumbled as he gazed down at the twosome.

"Well remember how I mentioned that the world we come from is shattered? Well they are all reflections of the original, each varying in mild degrees... almost a complete other multiverse with in itself truly, but it is still connected. The timelines are blurred and it's all wibbly wobbily but yeah.."

Silence fell between them the bots were back to talking among themselves...

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:They have to be Decepticon spies. I mean seriously, their story can't be real Optimus: Ironhide growled over the Comm link.

Ratchet raised a brow. :You can't tell me that your scanners aren't picking up on the fcat that 'Neal's' biology is significantly different from Demyx's.:

:You're willing to believe their story?:

:Both Preceptor and Wheeljack have had solid cases for the existence of parallel dimensions. Plus wasn't Vector Prime considered to have the power to travel through time and space?:

:Vector Prime is a myth.:

"Say- Why did ya- Help us!" everyone's helm snapped over to Bumblebee who had knelt down to Demyx's level.

"I am a man of honor even if it has been tarnished by the things I did in my past... But I always see that my debts are repaid in kind. The bots in my dimension saved my sorry worthless ass when by all honesty they should have let me fade back into complete nonexistance. And seeing as there is no way for me to return to my universe let alone to that particular world, I still owed a debt... and I couldn't let Jazz be offlined by Megatron."

"But- Why can't- you go- Back?"

Demyx shook his head. "Omega Outpost One was obliterated by the Decepticons when they managed to get their servos on The Omega Lock and recreated Darkmount in a town called Jasper Nevada. TO save everyone in the base Optimus Prime ground bridged everyone to various locations all over the planet. After I got separated from the bots and their human allies I was eventually found by my colleagues in the Organization... I never found out what happened to to bots and when I tried to go back to that particular world the portal was gone."

"And we have no way to get back to our home dimension... I would know... I've been stuck here for ten years after falling through a rift." Xelan supplied.

"Demyx... What is the Omega Lock?" Optimus asked him as he noted the sadness that lingered in the human's eyes.

"It was this ancient artifact that actually had the ability to restore Cybertron to it's proper glory should anything happen to it... via cyberforming.. The Decepticons had managed to capture Miko, Jack, and Raf, the bot's charges and used them as bargaining chips to force Arcee, Bulkhead, Bee, and Prime to relinquish their Iaconian artifacts and the keys to the Omega Lock. Megatron then proceeded to cyberform earth starting in Jasper.. But Prime managed to destroy the Omega Lock to save that earth at the cost of losing Cybertron."

Demyx took a deep breath before he glanced over at Ratchet. "Your counterpart had a fit when he learned of what Prime did... Just in time for the cons to start their assault on their exposed base. It was then that Prime order the evac while Wheeljack gave aerial cover from the eradicons."

"Wheeljack..?" Ratchet blinked at the name... He hadn't heard that name in so long... a pang of sadness went through him.

"Yep. Crazy demolitions Wrecker, quite fond of grenades and explosions. Charming personality. Had a ship named the Jackhammer." Demyx smiled.

Another pang of longing went through Ratchet as he missed his brother... A groaned curse had him looking down at the very pale doctor.. Demyx had heard his friend curse as well.

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Demyx turned and frowned at Xelan when had let off the latest in a line of curses and blood.. "Why is your nose still bleeding Neal?"

"Neural overload from where I tried to take on that Megatron dude when he almost rendered Jazz in two. In shorter terms, psychic backlash."

A mild wince from several of the bots had Xelan sighing. "I'll be fine once I find sometime to meditate."

"Don't you mean recharge? You look like death warmed over." Ratchet grumbled unapprovingly.

"Sure if you want every no shielded mind within a one mile square radius trapped in my nightmares then yeah... and trust me they are not pretty. I'm not just telepath, I'm an empath."

"Ah can take him off to meditate Ratchet." Jazz volunteered. "Afta all Ah doubt he's gonna go too far with those nosebleeds."

"I would prefer him to be in the med bay."

"I would prefer him to be locked up." a new voice cut in. The bots glanced down to find Agent Banachek standing there with several agents. "We need to question and interrogate these two. So if you are done with them I will be taking them into custody."