Worlds Apart

Interrogating

Optimus stood in an empty cell. He had been separated from the others for unknown reasons. Safety, Optimus told himself, the humans were simply worried of them. No one had come to see him yet, and he couldn't be sure if the others had been checked on either. He couldn't relax at all. He was alone and still couldn't find even the slightest amount of peace.

"How are we supposed to find this chip thing while being locked up," sighed Optimus.

"Find what now?"

Optimus looked up. His first visitor was rather tall and looked somewhat important. With mixes of the brightest reds and deepest of blues, he stood with his hands behind his back. Optimus sighed, looking away a moment.

"I'm sorry. It was nothing," he whispered.

"You four have perked the curiosity of our group," the other explained.

"I apologize then. We truly mean no harm," Optimus offered.

"We got names from the others but each seemed to refuse to tell us yours…"

"There's nothing special about me," Optimus sighed, feeling that was his catch phrase.

"They seem to think otherwise," the other chuckled. "Are you the leader?"

"Barely. Hot Shot or Prowl seem better at than I am, but Perceptor guarantees that I am more of leader than they," Optimus laughed.

"Do you at least have a name?"

"They don't like it when I mention it. They say it gives things away," mumbled Optimus, turning around.

"I'll give you mine," the other offered. "In exchange?"

"It depends, what's your name?" Optimus chuckled. "I'm think I know what it is…"

"Oh," the other mumbled. "I am Optimus Prime…"

"Figures," groaned the first. "Then no name for you…"

"What? Why?"

"It…it is pretty complicated."

The two stood in silence for a moment, studying the others movements. This world native Optimus Prime, the world traveler thought, he wouldn't understand what was happening even if I tried to explain. Optimus couldn't think straight about this whole time traveling nonsense. Perceptor was the only one who completely understood this adventure.

"What are you four trying to find?"

Optimus perked at the sound of his double's voice. The other had not left nor left his curious. The matter about his name, however, was gone. That was good enough for Optimus. Questions were still in the double's head though and he was going to ask them.

"We are not trying to hurt anyone. We are looking for a chip to complete something for our…employer," Optimus groaned. "All we want is to go home. To our unique homes."

"You all are different from each other. We've done some medical tests on the ones you call Perceptor and Hot Shot."

"Perceptor would be thrilled to hear your little thoughts," Optimus sighed. "He's all about the scientific junk."

"As we've noticed. Between those two circuits, we've noticed how drastically different they are. Hot Shot has a port system that allows some sort of outside power source to enter while Perceptor has a mass shifter built in which is something none of us have ever seen before."

"Perceptor is special like that. Hot Shot is strong like that," shrugged Optimus. "Your point with this is?"

"You all are different which is impossible. We assume none of you have the same circuits much less the same as ours. You aren't from this world…"

"Something we're trying to fix. All we want is to go home," Optimus grumbled.

"You…are all from different worlds? How is that possible?"

"Ask our employer, who took us from our rightful homes for this little expedition. But I've got proof now that other worlds really exist," Optimus sighed.

"How is that?" the other asked.

"Because…I'm Optimus Prime."