Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers!

Please R&R

(TF Dimension crossing, the Bayverse mechs, the ARK mechs and Megatron gets one third of one battle of the several battles I owe him! Hope you enjoy it!)

"Well this is inconspicuous" Mirage snorted as the four bots peered around the entrance to the ARK, looking like they had stacked their helms one top of the other as they watched the skirmish not a few hundred feet away. "And those horns are sharp Jazz, watch where you are moving your helm"

"Sorry Raj'" Jazz giggled "Just feel lucky that you aren't Prime right now, Prowler's chevron stabbed Skywarp right through his wing after the smart aft jet fell on him after being shot down."

"Thank you for the reminder Jazz" Optimus grumbled making sure to stay away from Prowl's head as he strained for a better look at the battle

"It's Prowl, Jazz, not Prowler" Prowl interjected, feeling his faceplate heat up at the embarrassing memory of trying to dislodge, in his opinion, what was one of his best features, from the annoying jets wing, his helm still unfortunately attached to the chevron as they struggled to part. "Anyway that was centivorns ago! How do you, of all mechs, still remember it?"

"Because the fragger wouldn't shut up about it for nearly four centivorns after" Jazz quipped back as he skittered forward and behind a rock formation for a closer look, slyly raising his helm above the rock formation.

"Why are we sneaking around anyway?" Mirage asked fading from view before also creeping forward

"A: They didn't ask for help and B: Prowl doesn't like sharing a battlefield with another tactician" Optimus sighed as Prowl stalked silently like his name implied, next to Jazz, before just walking over himself, earning two exasperated glances and one invisible one from his men "Hey, I told you, I'm too big to be sneaking around like you three"

"Remind me to memo Ratchet about cutting a few feet off of Prime's height" Prowl asked Jazz who vigorously nodded his helm with a grin

"But I'm the only one even close to Megatron height!" Optimus denied, his flame detailing glittering brightly in the afternoon sun, before adding as an afterthought "Apart from Skyfire, but he's a pacifist so he doesn't count"

"Mech, Megsy kicked the bucket when the organic stuffed the AllSpark into his chest, and he is what, like, only five feet nine?" Jazz said placing his servos on his hips "Believe me I was a bit ticked off about how a teenager who has no experience in a battle apart from screaming on the sidelines, killed ol' Megsy too but that means height is obsolete in taking down the fragger."

"Ha! Says the bot that got torn in half by him" Optimus grouched at the silver TIC.

"Replies the mech that got impaled and shot through the chest by Megatron after he was brought back to life" Jazz shot back.

Prowl sighed rubbing his golden optics with his fingers as Mirage flickered into view frowning at the battle, his optics scanning the air "No Seekers Prowl" the spy reported wearily "At least not in this area"

"What's this dimensions me doing about it?" Prowl asked his golden gaze scanning a passing soldier chasing a cat like bot, a ring of recognition flooding into his vision as the bots name was labelled Bumblebee. "Why's Bumblebee so short?"

"Nothing so far" Mirage said peering out further from his hiding spot only to gather the attention of a gang of Decepticons that were separated from the main battle "Uh-oh incoming"

Prowl smirked reaching into his subspace and drawing out his sniper rifle, flicking on the acid pellet setting, Mirage smiled in return fading from view as Optimus and Jazz stopped their good natured bickering to also set up their surprise.

"Come out Autobot sc… Holy Slag!" the newer Decepticon recruit yelped getting a faceplate full of various weapons as they rounded the rock formation "Who are you?"

"Your worst nightmare" Jazz smiled evilly as all three visible bots fired, the resulting earth shattering 'boom' of impact making the battle halt in surprise.

Dust and dirt covered the battlefield in a fine mist, before the thuds of offline mechs hitting the ground cut the silence metal grinding and screeching as bots fell onto boulders or skidded on the ground, the heavy padding and whirring of pedes approaching out of the fog. The gathered mechs saw the optics first looming out of the dust; cutting beams of blue and golden light around them, the silhouettes appeared next.

A large mech, with alarmingly familiar audio finals approached, a cannon like gun hanging from his servo. A smaller but equally familiar frame followed, wings wide, dust rippling around the eerie golden gaze. A third sneaked behind the wide wings, spiky and compact, one arm a cannon with a guard shield flared crackling with blue magnetic energy. The fourth could not be seen, though a clear outline was spied flitting in and out of focus between the rippling waves of dust and grit.

Optimus blasted his intakes with his cooling fans in a Cybertronian equivalent of a cough, ruining the seemingly divine intervention to reveal himself and his men also clearing their intakes with blasts of their cooling fans, their plating slightly marred by the sticky pink energon of the other mechs though the patterns of the Dimension Travellers could still be seen under the grime.

"I thought you said shoot them all at once!" Jazz declared throwing up his arms in a universal gesture of surrender, nearly smacking himself in the faceplate with his own EMP cannon shield as the golden opticked Prowl rounded on his three team mates with an impressive glare, wings flared in a sharp 'v'.

"I thought you said that as well Prowl" the flame decorated Optimus said almost sheepishly as the boxier Autobots and Decepticons looked at each other with expressions of befuddlement, their battle completely forgotten as the odd spiker mechs tried to straighten out their battle plan.

"I said nothing of the sort!" the tactical officer snapped back wiping some splattered pink energon off of his pristine white chest plates with a casual flick of his clawed fingers "I said DON'T shoot them all at once, you never let me finish"

"What are you doing?" the boxier Optimus asked curiously as the mechs chirped, whistled and rumbled in their own Cybertronian language, the other dimensions Prowl clearly not happy with the other visible two, the other Mirage was probably floating around somewhere nearby.

"Well, we were going to watch from the sidelines until some Decepticons tried to ambush us" the Invisible Mirage announced from beside the boxier Optimus, fading into view like a ghost. "Prowl is most displeased that Optimus and Jazz decided to misinterpret his tactics again."

"That's Optimus?" Megatron asked sounding wildly confused pointing at the flame decorated mech with his fusion cannon "Why in the pit does he have flames for his paint job?"

"You just met an almost identical copy to your universal rival and all you can comment on is 'Why does he have flames for his choice of colouring'?" the lankier Mirage asked incredulously as his dimensional counterpart also dropped his invisibility to stare weirdly at the Decepticon War Lord.

"Since when was he an almost identical copy?" the blue, red and silver Optimus asked his servos on his hips in displeasure, blue optics narrowing, demanding an explanation.

"Do you try to be self-sacrificing and are always coming back to life through some inexplicable means that if anybody else ever tried they'd stay dead?" Mirage asked arching a blue optic ridge in question

"Yes, he is" the Autobot and Decepticon army chorused together

"Then congratulations you are the same" Mirage snickered as the boxier Optimus let out a buzz of static across the comm. to his soldiers making them flinch away holding their audios.

"Uhh, Prime, I'm retreating for today" Megatron grumbled "This is too weird for words"

Just as the Decepticon's left a sudden energy bolt rippled around the battlefield, a vain of crackling blue energy appearing at the entrance of the ARK, a constellation of flecks of energy condensing into the shape of two bots, then with a blinding flash that had all bots around it flinching away, the energy vain erupted revealing two mechs.

"Ha! See Ratchet I told you it would work!" crowed a familiar voice, audio colour indicators flashing a rainbow of colours as a neon green and yellow medic grumbled to himself beside the mad scientist that cradled a weird looking pad in his clawed servos.

"Ratchet! Wheeljack!" the silver Jazz called waving at the duo a grin cracking his faceplate "What are you mech's doing here?"

"What does it look like?" the medic grumbled running a high powered scan over the Saboteur who giggled under the scrutiny, the boxier bots of the ARK looking even more lost "Rescuing you sorry excuse for trash cans before Wheeljack blows up his doodad that set off the transportation field in the first place"

"That's the thing Ratch'" Wheeljack said sheepishly rubbing a servo on the back of his head, waving the data-screen at the irate medic "It needs about a deca-cycle to charge"

"WHAT?"