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-Training Room-
"Do I want to know why Jazz is magnetised to the roof sulking?" Ratchet asked as he looked up from the data-pad he was studying from his subspace pocket as the other dimension travellers returned from the 'dancing contest' between the two Jazz, the neon green medic glancing up at the usually quicksilver mech that was curled up in the corner on the roof at the far end of the Training Room that they were currently occupying.
"He lost the dancing game by one point" Wheeljack snickered watching as Prowl stood with his servos on his hips, doorwings flared in exasperation calling up to the downtrodden TIC 'Don't make me come up there and give your aft a good kick!' "But he won the music quiz"
"What song were they dancing to?" the temperamental CMO asked as Optimus joined Prowl in trying to coax the upset mech down from the roof.
"Michael Jackson 'Bad' I believe" Wheeljack grinned his colour indicators fluxing multicoloured in his amusement as their flame decorated leader literally jumped to try and drag Jazz off of the roof. "The ARK Jazz beat him by one point, but to be fair our Jazz trashed him in the music quiz after as revenge"
"Well just as long as the young whippersnapper doesn't get into his head to try and maim the ARK Jazz like Ironhide nearly did to Bluestreak when the mechling beat him in target practice." Ratchet shrugged going back to reading.
"I thought that was why Prowl set up the 'Bluestreak Protection Programme' in the form of the Twins?" the Engineer asked curiously
"That was abolished when Prowl discovered Sunstreaker kissing Bluestreak in the corridor. Now we have the 'Sunstreaker Protection Programme' set up by Optimus at Sideswipe's insistence since Prowl is still on the warpath. Ironhide got over his jealousy when he realised he could still blow up stuff better than Bluestreak in the demo for the president about four weeks ago." Mirage chimed in fading into view in true ghost fashion. "Jeez Wheeljack you need to get out of your lab more"
"I'm sorry if making Jazz's Disintegration Grenades takes up most of my time" the explosion prone mech grumbled "And before you start, Ratchet, it took out the feline pest, Ravage, didn't it?"
"Yes" the chartreuse medic said raising an optic ridge over his data-pad "But you also took out half of my medbay before the Disintegration nano-bots died"
Wheeljack rubbed the back of his helm sheepishly, feeling over the dent in his helm that Ratchet had 'gifted' him with in remembrance "Oh, yeah"
Mirage snickered and turned to watch as Jazz came free from the roof with a yelp, flailing before he smacked into the ground with the growling form of Prowl standing over him.
"Jazz!" the golden opticked mech snapped reaching for the startled silver mech who squeaked and took off running, the Praxian hot on his tail.
-Bayverse Dimension-
Sideswipe groaned as Ironhide ordered him to scope out Wheeljack's lab "Why me?" he whined trying (and failing miserably) to dig in his tyre pedes to prevent him getting shoved over the threshold of the engineers lab.
"You're the most annoying" Bluestreak shrugged as he watched from leaning against the opposite wall, Sunstreaker standing beside him laughing his highly polished aft off. "According to Ironhide anyway." He quickly amended as the silver Corvette glared at him. "Plus, you do kind of owe him after you nearly drowned those ambassadors in that pink paint meant for Red Alert."
The prankster groaned as the annoyed Ironhide managed to shove him over the imposing blast door line into the dangerous lab, before slamming the door in the younger mechs faceplate as Sideswipe tried to escape.
"Ouch" the silver swordsmech whined clutching at his olfactory sensor before cowering against the door as he scanned the alien room, packed with inventions and half finished projects, including the frames for Wheeljack's latest project, the Dinobots. Giant scary metal exoskeletons like the giant lizards that had roamed the planet before the fragile humans evolved.
Sideswipe rattled his plating, the panels shuddering as he picked his way through the shiny alien technology that Wheeljack fiddled with on a daily basis. Some had even started gathering a tiny layer of dust since the engineers disappearance with Ratchet after their missing mechs nearly a week ago.
Suddenly a shiny glint caught his optic, and like a moth to an electric light, Sideswipe reached for it, watched by a single ruby optic from the vent…
-Two Hours Later, G1 Dimension-
Jazz had finally gotten over his loss and was now playing with an enthusiastic (if nothing else) Wheeljack dancing to Michael Jackson's 'Black or White' on the X-Box Kinect he had re-wired into the Training Room's systems.
Prowl, satisfied at having distracted his mate from his funk by chasing him around with a spare shuriken he had in his subspace, stiffened, wearily scanning the room, his doorwings twitching irritably as Ratchet took notice of his sudden anxiety.
"What's the matter Prowl?" the green medic asked his own armour ruffling as he picked up the SIC's faint emotions through his EM field.
"My Twin sense is tingling" the Dodge Charger replied seriously "It's Sideswipe I think"
"Ace!" Jazz grinned from where he was dancing beside a frustrated looking Wheeljack "You can sense the Twin's plotting from another dimension?"
"Or it could be the twins at the ARK" Optimus shrugged memorising the movements "I play next Jazz."
"No, this feels like Sideswipe from our dimension" Prowl muttered as Jazz confirmed Optimus as his next opponent "Slagger better not be messing with my data-pads…"
-ARK Storage Decks—
Having someone drop literally from the ceiling onto you wasn't something Sunstreaker had ever thought was possible, but here it was in startling clarity. A silver lithe mech was sitting on top of him having appeared in a blinding flash of crackling blue energy.
"What the frag?" he roared squirming under the heavy weight of one of the sharper dimension travellers who scrambled off of him clutching the box to his chest plate, balancing on two wheels that acted as his pedes.
The new mech grinned and began chirring and clicking at him, skating around him as if judging him to be somebody he knew.
"Sunny!" Sideswipe called from just beyond the storage room door that they had been ordered to clear as punishment clearly none the wiser of their new guest "Did you see where the Duct-tape went?"
Sunstreaker groaned pulling a golden hand down his faceplate as he spied the duct-tape roll perched like a ring on a finger, over the large jutting shoulder blade of the new mech. "Just a minute, Sides" he grumbled stalking forward and lunging at the new mech that skated just out of his reach, hissing wearily, silver armour flared and rattling like a threatened rattle snake before skating off down the corridor at speed "Come back here you stupid mech! I only want the duct-tape!"