Worlds Apart

The white room

Perceptor liked where he was. It was everything he could've dreamed of and more. He sat with a large smile on his face. I couldn't have dreamed this up at all, he corrected in his mind. However, it was merely a white room. His mood was slightly dampened all the same. It was the unknown Autobot that had joined in later on.

"Um…" Perceptor whispered once again.

"Where are we!" the Autobot hissed.

Perceptor wasn't sure how to answer in a way this bot could understand. He didn't even have a name for this other Autobot. Suddenly worry and dread fell over Perceptor. They both were simply here and the bot who'd brought them here hadn't explained anything. Something flashed and the bot in question stood before the two with yet another Autobot, who was lying on the floor.

"Oh…" the Autobot groaned, rolling on his side.

"Play nice, you three," hummed the dimension jumper. "One more trip."

In another flash, the jumper was gone. Perceptor sighed. Now the two unknown Autobots were pacing between each other. He didn't like the "being depressed" with such a huge scientific discovering before him. He needed to break the ice. He gulped.

"Hello!" he cheered.

The two stopped and stared at him. Perceptor worked hard on his little fake smile. The two glanced at each other as well. The two didn't seem to ease up at all, leaving Perceptor a little more dampened. Perceptor finally let out a heavy sigh, leaving his fake smile behind.

"Look, can we at least ditch the groans the moans," mumbled Perceptor.

"Who are you two supposed to be anyhow," the newest bot asked.

"I'm Perceptor," the Autobot scientist smiled.

"Names Hot Shot," nodded the other Autobot.

"I'm Prowl…" sighed the newest bot.

"Prowl?" whispered Perceptor. "Odd."

"What's odd?" asked Hot Shot.

"I know a "Prowl" but he doesn't look anywhere near like you!" Prowl chuckled.

"And I know a "Hot Shot" that neither doesn't look nor sound like you," sighed Prowl.

"And I know a Perceptor…what are we getting out of this?" Hot Shot added.

"This is amazing! Inter-dimensional contact!" cheered Perceptor.

"Inter what?" the two asked.

"Inter-dimensional. Which means we're from different worlds, each of us?" Perceptor explained.

"Different worlds?" questioned Hot Shot.

"That's impossible," Prowl sighed.

"I was studying it before this happened," Perceptor explained. "It is quite possible but it cuts the walls rather thin."

"Won't that hurt?" Hot Shot mumbled.

"Only if the walls collapse," Perceptor finished.

"Who's this guy? The guy transporting us around?" asked Prowl.

"I'm not sure," Hot Shot sighed.

"He hasn't given a name yet and I doubt he ever will," Perceptor explained. "I've dubbed him the dimension jumper."

"Too long," yawned Hot Shot. "Why not DJ?"

"Sounds too human," offered Perceptor. "But it's all we have."

In a flash, the bot -"DJ" - returned. Perceptor stood up, hoping for an actual conversation this time around, however, he had a new bot with him. He looked rather sleepy but somehow, in a strange way, familiar. He was mostly red with a blue "windshield" over his chest and blue along his legs and arms. He looked back and forth, slightly confused.

"Here's the fourth and final member of this little team," chuckled DJ.

"Hi, there," whispered Perceptor, resting himself on his seat again.

"Get all acquainted," DJ smirked. "I'll be right back."

"Hey wait!" hissed Hot Shot.

"What's going on!" Prowl argued.

"Talk to Perceptor," DJ laughed. "He seems to have this whole thing under wraps."

With that, DJ was gone. Hot Shot screamed, tossing his gun against the wall. It clicked but did not fire. It fell to the ground. The newest bot stood, watching the others. He didn't understand what was happening.

"Umm…" he whispered.

"Hey, names Hot Shot."

"Prowl."

"I'm Perceptor."

There was a moment of silence before the new recruit began to join in. He lightened up slightly, joining in the small groups circle. He didn't give his name yet. Hot Shot crossed his arms with a sigh, not sure he liked the silence. Prowl sighed with him. The new Autobot sat beside Perceptor.

"And you are?" hummed Perceptor, simply trying to lighten up the mood.

"Me?" he whispered. "I'm not sure where I am or what's going on and you ask for my name?"

"Yep," Perceptor sighed. "We just want to understand why all of us are here."

"I don't even remember getting here," he sighed. "I was in emergency stasis."

"Why?" snapped Hot Shot.

"Crash landing on an uncharted planet," sighed the new recruit.

"I know how that feels," sighed Perceptor.

"I'm…" whispered the Autobot. "I'm Optimus Prime."

"Optimus Prime!" the three shouted.

"Huh?" questioned Optimus.