A/N

2nd to last chapter. I was a little dazed during writing and things got confusing I suppose. Enjoy anyway…

The evil side of Prime

Chapter 13: End Game

"Prowl, there is no way this is going to work!" Ratchet grumbled.

"It'll work," Prowl assured. "I've calculated everything."

Prowl stood outside the base with Ratchet, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. Ratchet was arguing the plan over while the twins were simply giggling the idea over. No matter how hard Prowl tried to assure Ratchet though, the medic simply wouldn't listen. The Cons would be here any second and mount their fake little attack to distract Optimus. There were only two things Prowl wasn't a hundred percent on: Whether Megatron would hold to the barging and if Optimus could really be fixed in all of this.

"Here they come!" called Jazz, running toward the entrance.

"You sure about this Prowl?" Ratchet repeated once more.

"I'm sure it'll work!" snapped Prowl. "Don't you trust me?"

"Do I have to answer?" mumbled Ratchet, walking inside. "The alarms will go off soon."

"Just get Optimus down here when they do?" Prowl ordered.

"Whatever…"

"Now it's quiet," yawned Sideswipe.

"Hope it doesn't last," Sunstreaker nodded.

The alarms switched on almost immediately. Sunstreaker jumped onto his brother. Sideswipe gave the yellow twin an odd look before he released. Sunstreaker rubbed the back of his head, running off with Jazz. Sideswipe sighed, chasing after his twin. The end was at hand. Prowl nodded, watching different bots trail off.

"Need a hand?"

"Ironhide?" gasped Prowl, turning to face the red bot.

"Optimus will be here in a moment," he nodded. "Ratchet wasn't very convincing."

"I thought you were helping Prime?" mumbled Prowl.

"I am helping," Ironhide smiled. "Let's kick some Con butt and fix this problem."

Prowl watched Ironhide join the battle. No real shots were fired. All guns were on safety so no one would get accidently or even purposely harmed. It was almost like a sparring match. Still Prowl had an odd feeling about him. Something didn't feel right. Prowl moved around the battle field slowly, watching out for Optimus.

"Prowl!" called Ironhide.

Prowl turned toward Ironhide. He was pointing toward the center of the field. Optimus. He was trying to concentrate on Megatron, who interestingly enough hadn't even noticed Optimus yet. Prowl nodded, giving Ironhide a thumbs up. The final plan was in the works. Ratchet had explained how knocking Optimus out would give them enough time to fix whatever damage was done to the central processor or logic circuits.

"Twins!" Prowl called. "Distract Prime."

Sideswipe looked to Sunstreaker. The two shrugged, going toward Optimus as stealthily as they could. Prowl sighed, watching them practically dance across the field in an attempt to be stealthy. He groaned, activating the Comm. link.

"What the scrap are you doing?" snapped Prowl.

"We're being stealthy," replied Sideswipe.

"Hardly," groaned Prowl. "Just get Optimus over here and knock him out!"

"Touchy," mumbled Sunstreaker.

"Optimus!" called Sideswipe, grabbing onto Prime's arm.

"What?" gasped Optimus.

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe took Optimus by the hands and dragged him away. The leader stifled his complaints but couldn't shake the two. He didn't understand what was happening. Finally he saw Prowl on the cliff side, calling the shots. Optimus chuckled, charging forward and dragging the twins behind him.

"Wha!" the two wailed.

"Nice…try!" chuckled Optimus, launching the two at Prowl.

Ironhide watched as the twins hit Prowl and the three almost feel forward off the cliff. The fighting nearly stopped but Jazz and the others kept things in motion. Ironhide watched Optimus leave the cliff side, walking back onto the battle field. Apparently, the end game plan was a fail. Ironhide narrowed his optics. This was not the end. Not on his watch.

Ironhide leapt from his place, knocking Optimus in the side. The leader gave a confused look while Ironhide jammed Optimus in the knee. Prime stumbled forward, dragging his frozen leg behind him. Ironhide sighed. This might be harder than he thought.

"Ironhide?" groaned Optimus. "What are you doing?"

"Fixing the boss bot!" answered Ironhide, jumping up.

Optimus ducked, just as Ironhide wanted. Leaping over Optimus, Ironhide turned around. He flipped his gun around, smacking Optimus in the back of his head. Prime let out a stifled yelp of pain, falling forward. Everything went black for him. Ironhide sighed, standing over him. He looked back at the cliff side, watching Prowl curse out the twins.

"End game," nodded Ironhide, sitting beside Optimus. "I just hope this works."