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(Normal POV)

Prowl was alone in the room. His sister had left a few joors ago. And a pool of energon had spread below him. It was surprising that he hadn't offlined yet due to so much energon loss. But he was left with an opportunity to mentally escape from the pain, to enter the void of peace and tranquility.

He focused, blanking out his mind, to vision the one place few have ever gone to. He opened his eyes and was greeted with a never ending plane of existence. It had worked. He was here.

He felt a faint tugging at his processor. It was pestering but nothing he cared about at the moment. He just wanted to escape.

Meanwhile, Eliza had entered the plane with Bluestreak.

'Wow! This place is amazing!' he shouted, 'Very bland though.'

'Yes, fortunately if you know how to control it.' The world changed to reveal Cybertron as Prowl had showed her. It was Praxus.

He drew in air, 'Praxus.' He then noticed that the human was the same size as himself.

'How are you as tall as me?'

She smirked, 'I can be as tall as I want here. Or as small. It is an infinite realm… and it's beautiful.' She twirled around, which confused the Autobot. Her personality so far had suggested she was a very hardened warrior. But now she was literally dancing. He supposed that he would be glad as well if he could control such vastness.

The world vanished and was replaced with the same whiteness as before. Eliza started walking.

'Hey wait.' Bluestreak called, but she didn't stop, 'How do you know where you're going?' he asked running up to meet her.

'Because I have a location on Prowl. He has transcended his physical form and is using the realm like I just have. He has also probably latched onto our presence. I'm glad he's still alive.' There was relief in her voice, coupled with something else.

She continued and Bluestreak followed. Prowl was also coming. He knew she was here when the realm changed to reveal Praxus. It was their code. She pictured Praxus to cover as much of the mental realm as possible. If it didn't reach him, it was sent out as a pulse. He then replied by picturing the beach that they had first met on. Vise versa.

There was no direction in the realm, no East or West, no North or South just total continuation. But they always met up in the same place. Nobody else knew about this area of the realm. Considering if there was anybody else out there. The realm was infinite, but this part was like none other. It could not be formed. And yet it was a sight to behold. They had come across it when walking through the continuous stretch.

Picture glass that was breaking outward before you, and imagine that happening forever. It was like slow motion that was never ending. And it was ruin. The perfect description. Like making a point to society. Nothing could be formed from it or recreated. It was devastation in itself.

They reached the meeting point and Bluestreak gasped. Eliza hid a smirk. That was their reaction when they first saw it.

There was no sign of Prowl yet, so they got down to waiting. It was silent. They really didn't have anything to talk about.

'Um… so how did you first get to… uh… this place?' Bluestreak tried to make conversation. It was a weak attempt, but it was an attempt. She grunted – which sounded a lot like Ironhides many responses - and was about to reply, when a familiar voice sliced through the realm.

'Eliza?' it asked. She turned to see one of the few beings she could ever trust, standing only meters away. It also could've been kilometers; there is no form of distance in this place.

'Prowl.' She whispered. He came closer and Bluestreak stood further back. Best give them some time to greet each other.

Turns out all they did was stare at each other. Both had grown so accustomed to the psychological connection that it almost felt weird speaking aloud to one another. Which is why they didn't.

'Where are you?' she asked, getting straight to the point.

He knew what she meant, 'I do not know.'

'Then allow me to recreate the connection.' She pleaded with the stubborn mech. He shook his head.

'You will feel the pain that my physical body heralds. It would be wiser and safer if that did not happen.' He explained calmly. It was ticking her off.

'I don't care; we just need to find you.' It was a more sure fire way to find him with the connection than with the tracker, 'The Decepticons are ruthless and will kill you unless we get you out of there. Do you think it's their main operation?'

'No, very few personnel have been spotted, suggesting it is a base camp. Do not come for me Eliza. Help the Autobots; it is what you can do for this world to protect it. Coming for me will simply jeopardize that.' His voice was softer than normal.

She grabbed his arm, 'No!' she shouted. His optics widened, 'Prowl, you are one of the few that I care about. Everyday I risk my life and see death. I've seen too much of it. They aren't people I know. But you are. I won't lose you to the hands of some scumbags, trying to get information, or even just taking pleasure seeing you suffer. We are getting you out of there no matter what, whether you like it or not!' she hissed through clenched teeth. Her grip on his arm had tightened.

His door wings twitched, 'Understood, Agent Jover.' Her grip loosened but did not let go. Bluestreak still stood off awkwardly to the side, not wanting to interrupt.

'Eliza, I still won't bring back the connection, for your own safety.' He reminded her. She nodded.

'That is why I am going to place a mental tracker with you. Bluestreak will determine the location in mind and be able to download it to the mainframe computer, so we will all be able to see your position.' She explained. Prowl nodded. Eliza gestured for Bluestreak, who came over hesitantly. A small object appeared in her hand. It was roughly the size of an index fingernail. She handed it to Prowl where it disappeared.

He turned his gaze to the Autobot, 'I am sending you the sensory uplink codes. You shall be able to determine my location properly when it has been downloaded into a mainframe computer.' And saying so, he sent the codes to the young sniper.

Bluestreak nodded quickly. Eliza smiled and held up her free hand.

'I'll be out in a minute.' Bluestreak vanished from his place in the realm. She turned to Prowl who was looking at the shattered area.

'I must go. For the tracker to fully initiate I must be in my body.' He turned away from Eliza but she held him there, her hand still latched to his arm. She pulled him back and hugged him. It was very strange for the mech who hardly ever showed any emotion.

She let go of his arm and took a few steps back, 'Take care Prowl.' She removed herself from the realm. And the oblivion was his.

He held the realm shard in his hand.

'Thank you, Eliza.'

The bots watched as Bluestreak's optics opened. He looked around the gathered crowd. When they had first left for the realm, both had been sitting, so he got up.

'Hey Blue, how was it?' Asked Jazz. The gunner shook his head.

'Incredible.' For once the talkative mech was basically speechless. They noticed that Eliza was still unresponsive to the outside world.

'How come you're out but she's not?' Orix questioned.

'She was… talking to Prowl.' He explained.

'Not anymore. Get those codes on the computer.' Eliza's voice cut through the room. All focus was on the organic femme.

'Got it.' Bluestreak went over to the nearest terminal, and synched with it. His optics dimmed and a holographic globe appeared from a circular device above the slanted computer screen. It showed all the countries of the world and a blinking red dot.

'Is that where he is?' asked Orix. Eliza nodded.

Everybody in the room was staring at it, 'That's two miles away.' Terry pointed out. All was silent.

'There's a Con base camp two miles from here, and we've never seen or heard of it?' Seyer said incredulously. How in the pit was this possible?

Everybody froze when the rod dot started moving. It was minute, but it was moving in that area.

'Do ya think they're takin' him somewhere?' Jazz looked towards Eliza. She smirked.

'No. He probably got out on his own.' She shrugged. All optics and eyes were on her.

'And how do you know that?' Optimus asked. She grinned.

'Why else would I take the shard?'

Sorry for late update and I know this seems kind of rushed, but I was on a deadline. Please review, and thank you to anyone who has reviewed.