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(crack, Tf dimension crossing, the usual. Hope you like and enjoy!)

"Get out of my Medbay!" Ratchet snarled at the neon green and yellow Ratchet that was currently browsing his storage cabinet.

"No" the medic growled back returning to his examination of a heavy duty welder. "I'm waiting for Wheeljack to turn up"

"How does that logic work?" the Red and white medic asked spitefully polishing his favourite wrench

"If your Wheeljack is anything like mine, he explodes on a finely timed schedule" the spikier Ratchet said with a shrug, puffing out air from his vents in a gruff sigh. "His next explosion is due either this evening at around five or midnight"

"Then you can come back later" the CMO of the ARK replied with a glare "because according to my clock you have about four hours before he explodes"

"I resent my explosions getting predicted" Wheeljack's voice grumbled as he trod into the room holding the boxier Wheeljack's arm, the rest of the ARK's engineer wincing as he limped into the infamous medbay. "Anyway Ratch' you owe me a 'Get patched up without a lecture' repair. You said my device wouldn't work and hey presto here we are!" the engineer elaborated his colour indicators fluttering a rainbow of happy colours as he waved around the ARK Wheeljack's arm to convey his point.

"Yeah, yeah, I can't use my wrench to knock you out and I have to be… nice" the yellow and green Ratchet shuddered before he sighed in annoyance "To be fair it was making weird noises before we got zapped here."

"Ha, they're just like me and you Ratch'!" the ARK Wheeljack laughed nervously as the red and white Ratchet turned a venomous glare on him as their dimensional counterparts bickered good naturedly "Uh… Wheeljack could I get my arm back?"

"Oh!" the slightly larger Wheeljack chuckled handing over the severed arm to the ARK's Ratchet who sighed "Here you go!"

"Thank you" Ratchet said inclining his helm before examining the energon covered wires that sparked at the end of the limb. "How did you do this?"

"Holo-image ball" Wheeljack said with a shrug, "Was reaching for my data-tracks when I speared the battery with my screwdriver. Resulting explosion had my arm dropping off."

"Just get on the medical berth 'Jack" Ratchet sighed watching the spikier Ratchet scan his own Wheeljack, the plane of blue light glancing off of white armour.

"How did you manage to dislocate that gear? That's the fourth time this month!" the green Ratchet grumbled, his clawed fingers wiggling into a gap in the plates of white armour, the other Wheeljack's colour indicators flashing in time with his giggles as the irritable, brightly coloured medic snapped the gear back into place.

"I'm old Ratchet" the other Wheeljack shrugged as the ARK Ratchet set about reattaching the severed limb he held in his servos "I'm meant to have a few squeaks here and there"

"It doesn't help that you blow yourself up on a weekly basis" the spiky Ratchet grumbled smacking his Wheeljack fondly over the helm.

-Rec-Room—

"I don't trust him" Mirage said as he watched his dimensional counterpart give Smokescreen a run for his credits in a game of poker.

"Aww come on 'Raj" Hound smiled as he took a swig from his energon cube "Your beginning to sound like Cliffy"

"Where Cliffjumper's accusations are wrong and misguided, mine however are put solidly on evidence" Mirage sniffed in that unique way that let Hound know that he was in his 'Towers mech' mode "He's made of the same metal as that silvery fellow that was following Jazz around along the roof, he isn't any noble from what my scan has revealed"

"So how does it feel to know that your counterpart may or may not be a Noble?" Trailbreaker asked

"Horrible" Mirage pouted fiddling with his cube, his Noble-mech ego taking a skydive without a parachute.

"Just pause and think about it for a moment Mirage" Hound said seriously "His war sounds a lot more, darker and brutal, heck the other Jazz got torn in half by Megatron's own servos. Who says he hasn't had to be rebuilt entirely once before? Maybe he only has a little bit of his noble calibre plating left. Anyway he has an electro-disruptor like you do 'Raj, that has to count for something"

"I suppose" Mirage agreed with a frown as Smokescreen turned out to be victorious much to the gambling Datsun's delight.

The other Mirage looked around for a minute before their golden gazes locked, one filled with suspicion, the other cold, calculating and calm.

Their gazes broke as the dimension traveller got a comm. from one of his friends, the bot tensing and his optics dimming slightly as he listened in. A low hum filled the Rec-Room as the electro-disruptor the lankier Mirage had powered up fading into silence as the mech faded from view, his pedes barely making a sound as he tred swiftly across the Rec-Room and out into the corridor.

-Medbay-

"Wonder where they are going" Wheeljack noted as their dimensional counterparts exited the medbay, a flash of quicksilver signalling that the other Jazz was crawling along the roof something magnetised to his back.

"Beats me, now stay, or I'll get my industrial welder out" Ratchet snapped

-Training Room-

"Why did you call us here, Jazz?" Prowl rumbled pacing leisurely around the Training Room as his silvery bondmate huddled near the main control consoles, splicing and joining various wires as he attached a little black box to the bottom of the main key board.

"You're going to be my guinea pigs!" Jazz said proudly as Optimus made his late appearance, trailed by the boxier Optimus after they had received a panicked comm. from Red Alert that the silver Jazz was tampering with the controls. The panicked rant was quickly followed by a conspiracy theory that had the flame decorated Optimus snickering as both Primes traded experiences with their crews in the ARK Optimus' office and occasionally listening to the two Prowl's next door trying to one up each other with battle plans.

"For what exactly?" Ratchet asked wearily eyeing the exits of the room and calculating the probability of getting to the door without being caught.

"0.45%" Prowl suddenly said making the grumpy medic jump and turn to glare at him

"How do you always know?"

"It's an enforcer thing" the red chevroned mech replied picking a stone from under his claw as his bondmate finished his tinkering. "Plus, Sideswipe gets that look in his optics when he's sent to me for punishment"

"Voila!" Jazz cried triumphantly opening his arms wide in a grand 'ta-da!' gesture

"I don't see anything different" Wheeljack said honestly running a scan over the consol they were gathered round.

"You brought your X-Box Kinect didn't you?" Prowl sighed rubbing his optics with clawed fingers in exasperation as he caught sight of the black box "Sergeant Epps isn't going to be pleased you disconnected it from the TV again"

"Jazz challenged me to a dance match and music quiz!" the silver saboteur declared placing his hands on his hip plating as his comrades groaned "and you are all going to help me practice!"

-2007 dimension, Rec-Room—

"What the hell? Aww man! Please don't tell me the Kinect box came to life and is wandering around like the X-Box 360!"