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(Prowl's POV)

I was drifting in and out of consciousness. I vaguely remembered severing the mental link between Eliza and me. I tried not to cringe as another energon dagger was stabbed in my door wings. I don't know how much energon I've lost; I can't even access the time.

'What do you know, Autoscum?' hissed my torturer. How is it not possible to know that I am not an Autobot?

I remained quiet. Allowing anything to pass would show weakness, something that would end my life just as quickly. If I could have at least escaped to the mental realm, death would be so much more welcome. The peace…

Eliza's face flashed before my eyes. I had only met her in person a few days ago,yet I had known her for three years.

Flashback

I looked around my new apartment. New isn't a good word for it. Think "Only thing I could afford with a very stretched budget during wartime" apartment.

I sighed. I just got out of the orphanage a few vorns ago. This had to be the most remote region in all of Cybertron. Everness and Zenith will not find me. I had saved up enough to rent this place and pay for educational datapads. I'd been doing Cyber ninja training since I stole objects from the orphanage and sold them.

A piece of glass was shattered across the floor. The small room had the aroma of high grade, and the upkeep was… none.

There was no furniture just bare floor. Exactly like the orphanage. I settled in a meditating pose and hummed silently to myself. There was something different about the orn. A shift…

I opened my eyes and looked around me. It was strange. There were these… organic things that stretched for miles, but ended at the foot of this grain like substance. A blue substance stretched on from there, completely flat.

Hello. A voice came from behind me, who are you?

I looked back. There was a female organic standing there, at my height, with dark brown hair and brown optics. Her clothes appeared to be a flowing white cloth that reached her feet.

I composed myself, My name is Prowl. Where am I?

She laughed, First time here? You're in the mental realm. A kind of… limbo. You can bend things to your will. Saying so, the scene before me changed, and an infinite stretch of white spread out before us.

Fascinating. I remarked. The power to traverse here and bend a world to your own device.

My name's Eliza. Offered the girl. She hesitated, If you don't mind my asking, what are you?

What do you mean? I wondered more about what she was.

Well… you're entirely made of metal. Are you a robot? 'Cause I didn't know that automatons could come here. You actually need a real mind-

I do have a mind. And to answer your earlier question I am a Cybertronian. I live on Cybertron. What are you? I did not mean to sound hostile, but I was NOT an automaton.

She looked closely at me, I'm a human. I live on Earth in the Milky Way Galaxy.

I nodded, What was that place that you were at, with the organic growth.

She thought about this, That was a beach that I pictured from memory. Hey, I have an idea!

Um…

I'll show you some sights of Earth, and you show me Cybertron. This was not a bad suggestion.

Alright. Suddenly the entire world changed and I was looking out over white peaks.

These are the Himalayan mountains. The tallest one is Mount Everest. She pointed to an extremely high peak. Very awe-inspiring.

There was a quick change and what was in front of me was a whole area of green.

This is one of Earths rainforests. They're where most life resides, but the humans keep destroying it. There was a note of… sadness in her voice.

Cybertron is in a war at the moment. We will be dead most definitely before your planet. I muttered.

The world changed again. Before me was a barren wasteland, with the same grain molecules as before.

This is the Sahara desert. She said.

What are these grains? I asked. She laughed.

That's sand. It gets everywhere, but if you really look at it, it's beautiful. Her voice had softened. I turned towards her and saw she was staring at me.

Show me Cybertron. She demanded. I smiled.

I don't think that it could ever compete with what I've seen at the moment.

Earth is beautiful, but knowing more about other planets is part of the strive for knowledge. Something that every being wants. Her words made sense.

I pictured my home city. Praxus appeared before us.

This is Praxus, my home city. I explained. She took a few steps forward and ran a hand along one of the buildings. She looked around.

I'm assuming that you guys don't have anything organic. She said. I shook my head; Cybertron was quite bare except for the buildings and roads.

So… where do you live in the city? She asked. I hesitated. My living arrangements weren't the most…

There is absolutely no word to describe it. After much consideration, I pictured my shabby living quarters, and the scene changed before us. The stained walls and broken glass were there, the same way I had pictured them from this orn.

She whistled, I… um… I hate to say it but this is…

The Pit. I answered for her. She shrugged.

It's not a pit, it's just-

You misunderstand. The Pit is a terrible place where Cybertronians are destroyed to then be controlled by Unicron, the Chaos Bringer. She seemed confused, but realization dawned.

You mean like hell? This is a strange term.

What is hell? She laughed.

It was a singsong note.

We got to know each other better over the next two and a half Deca-cycles. I learned that her species lived shorter than Cybertronians and that one vorn was roughly eighty three years, meaning she would be dead.

I showed her more of Cybertron and she explained more about Earth. She told me about their natural disasters, floods, hurricanes, Earthquakes, Volcanoes. She showed me the cities of humans. I wondered why the species were much smaller than us in her recapping.

Well, from what you've shown me about Cybertron, I'd say our species differ in size, she had explained in an offhanded way.

Then how is it that you are-

By my own choice Prowl. Come, I will show you the Nile river.

She revealed the architecture of her people through the ages. The Pyramids of the Egyptians, the Temples constructed by the Aztecs. She explained the different faiths of the world and all their beliefs.

Are you in one of these faiths? I asked at one point.

No, I work for the army. Faith would prohibit me from many things in my field of specialty. She didn't make eye contact during this revelation.

I left it at that.

End Flashback

Clawed servos were raked across my frame and brought me out of the silent reverie that I had been sanctity for my mind against the pain.

'Talk!' the mech shouted. I didn't look at him. I could hear him unsheathing another Energon dagger.

'Don't even try Barb,' the unmistakably female voice of my sister cut through the room, 'He doesn't know anything 'bout the Autoscum. Aint that right Prowlie?' I swear to Primus…

'Let me see if I can get anything out of him.' The mech, known as Barb, left the room. She walked closer.

'How have you been Prowl?' her voice was anything from concerned. Still I did not talk. She smirked.

'Aw, are you gonna be the silent youngling again? Always thinking you were above your siblings?' her tone was taunting. If she would understand that none of them even had any brain capacity to believe that they were anything back then, this would be so much easier. I suppose things still haven't changed.

'Hey remember that game we played when we were in the orphanage, you know, the one with the shrapnel.' She wouldn't dare. I tried not to cry out in pain as the black piece of metal was stuck into an energon line.

She would.

(Eliza's POV)

We arrived at the Autobot base. I knew all about this area, I had been working here for three months. I really needed a vacation when this was all over.

Terry had changed into her ever disgusting military outfit. General Terry Jover, "Welcome to our glorious country! If you commit a felony I will personally hunt you down and kill you." Should be the official plaque for her.

We were greeted at the entry bay by three female Cybertronians and a grey mech standing next to them. I don't know why I thought this, but he seemed young.

Ironhide went over to one of the femmes, 'Hello my Sparkmate.' He greeted to her. I looked towards Myra.

'That's Chromia, Ironhide's Sparkmate.' She supplied. Oh…

'Bluestreak, do you have any information regarding Prowl's ware bouts from the data sent over?' asked Prime. So that was his name. Why that? He had no blue on him at all!

'Nothing yet sir, but I was only sent to give the message. Smokescreen told me to bring it over seen as how he was busy with a game which is popular to humans, and he was winning at that moment so I was sent with the update on his position – which is none – and I don't know if they made any more progress or not but if there is…' my eye twitched. He kept talking. How does anyone form those many words?

Prime held up a hand, silencing the rambling Autobot, 'Thank you Bluestreak. Allow me to introduce our two new arrivals. This,' he gestured to my sister, 'Is General Terry Jover of the American Army.' She saluted the grey mech.

'Soldier.' Was her one word. He saluted back. Wise move.

'And Eliza Jover, her sister who is also in the army.' I waved at Bluestreak. He smiled, but then his expression changed to confusion.

'Sir, what do these two femmes have to do with Prowl?' he asked the Prime.

'Eliza has known Prowl previously, before we even arrived on Earth.' He explained. Bluestreak turned his shocked expression towards me.

'How? I mean that's not possible b-because… uh…' he stuttered out. And that was when Optimus explained everything. And it took a long time.

The other two femmes – I believe that's what Prowl called them – were listening intently. Optimus finished explaining and attention was drawn to me.

'Uh…' Smooth Eliza. Prowl would've been proud, 'Hi. Who are you guys?' I pointed to the two females.

'I'm Elita-One.' Supplied the first one.

'And I'm Arcee.' Said the other. There optics widened as I let out a sigh of relief.

'Thank God! I thought you guys were the two femmes who were out to get Prowl.' I just then realised what I had said. He is gonna kill me.

'Out to get Prowl? What are you talking about?' asked Seyer. To late to turn back now.

'Um… well Prowl told me that he dated these two femmes simultaneously while one was away and… well they both found out. He went into hiding and that's kinda when the war started. He doesn't know if either of them are alive, so he's being cautious.' There was silence. Then Seyer bent over laughing.

This continued for a few minutes until he realised everyone was staring at him.

'Sorry, it's just… Primus, Prowl of all mechs hiding from femmes. Now I've heard it all. What were their designations?' he asked.

I had already revealed too much, 'Sorry, that's classified.' He seemed slightly crest fallen, but Myra slapped him on the leg.

'Get a grip.' She muttered. She was still mad at him for earlier.

I turned to Optimus, 'So what's our next move?'

'We need to know all we can about Prowl, and seen as you know more about him than his own family member,' he sent a glare to Seyer.

I drew in a breath. This would be intrusion on everything that Prowl has told me about, but I have already told them that he is hiding from psychotic femmes.

I smiled in a knowing way.

'Where to begin?'

Sorry for the late update. My computer crashed due to a virus and had to be repaired.

Here is chapter ten of Wrong side Over. Please Review and thanks to anyone who has favourite or followed the Fanfic.