The Reflection On The Other Side (Transformers Prime Fanfic)

Chapter Five

"Hey! It's been a while!" The wrecker waved.

Bulkhead immediately gave Wheeljack a high-five. "Jackie! How have you been?"

"I've been well!" Wheeljack grinned. "But I've found something on my way here. Might be helpful for you all."

"What is it?" Ratchet turned to him.

Wheeljack leaned against a wall as he placed his hand on his chin. As if he was trying to go back into his memory. "Well if you really want to know, Doc-"

Ratchet was tempted to throw a wrench at him.

"I found another energon mine." Wheeljack continued, ignoring Ratchet's death glare. "Decepticons were mining it; but when I went to check, there weren't any vehicons- well- ones that are functioning at least."

Arcee asked, "So it was empty?"

"It wasn't deserted, there were about....five figures there."

Everyone went silent. Optimus and Bumblebee looked at each other before asking Wheeljack another question.

"How did they look like?" Bumblebee questioned.

"I couldn't get close enough to tell without getting caught." Wheeljack sighed. "But I know the location of the mine if you want to come."

Everyone looked over at Optimus.

Optimus then slowly nodded, "We will go over there. Wheeljack, give Ratchet the coordinates to open the ground bridge."

"Whatever you say, cap." Wheeljack commented as he went over to Ratchet, who rolled his optics.

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The ground bridge opened, leading us to the mine that Wheeljack was talking about. Optimus, Bumblebee, Arcee, Bulkhead, Smokescreen, and Wheeljack all went over to the mine. They looked around in front of the entrance, looking around. But then they were caught off guard as blasters started to attack them. Team Prime fell back, their optics widened as they saw familiar figures once more.

One of the figures tackled Wheeljack, placing a blade across his throat as it pinned him down.

"Why hello, Wrecker." The purple cybertronian spoke.

Wheeljack was taken aback, "Bumblebee?!"

"Wheeljack! That's not Bumblebee-!" Optimus started.

Arcee interrupted as she kicked the enemy off of the Wrecker. "That's not Bee...."

"You sure are feisty, you're Arcee, aren't you?" The cybertronian wiped the energon trailing down from his lips. "Name's Hornet....pleased to be your acquaintance."

More figures then came out of the mine to attack. Until everyone was preoccupied with their own enemy to fight with.

SMOKESCREEN POV
"This- this is so weird, what in primus?!" I yelped as I blocked another blow from a figure that looked exactly like Bumblebee.

The scout smirked, "You're a lot more immature than our version-"

"What do you mean your 'version'?!" I was so confused, why were there so many versions of us?!

BULKHEAD POV
The enemies' Wheeljack pulled out his swords to cut me. This pained me; sure- he looked different than Jackie did, he had black and red armor. But he still looked so similar to Jackie. I couldn't punch my friend.

WHEELJACK POV
Scrap- who would have thought I would be fighting Doc?! Well- he wasn't the doc that I knew. He was a lot stronger and faster than Ratchet; he managed to hit me in the side when my body hesitated to cut him. I looked up to the green & white bot.

"Pathetic." He looked down at me as my knee fell on the ground.

I steadied myself by holding my side, "Frag-" I chuckled to myself.

BUMBLEBEE POV
My forearm stung as I was forced to step back. The blue, white, & purple version of Smokescreen switched his fist into a blade.

He approached me with a death glare, "Time to die, scout."

He was nothing like the Smokescreen I knew.

ARCEE POV
Unlike the others, I was fighting random drones- which seemed like vehicons instead. Their strength was exactly like the vehicons, so it wasn't that hard to get rid of them. I pinned one of them down, but placing a blaster against their helm.

"Alright- you're going to answer my questions." I demanded. "Clearly."

He lifted his hands above his helm, muttering. "What do you want, decepticon-"

"Who are you? Where did you come from?" I was losing my patience, maybe I should just blast his head off.

I was about to pull the trigger, but I then got hit with a blast instead. My optics widened as I fell onto the dirt ground on my back.

"FRAGGER-!" I yelled as I got up, I then jumped; landing on the figure that shot me.

I pointed both my blasters at him. "Now you're gonna get it you-" I stopped, the leg pinning the figure down getting weak.

No....there's no way.

OPTIMUS POV

The star saber rung as I clashed swords with Nemesis. He leaned his face closer, allowing me to see the center of his red eyes.

"Why, Optimus... for a prime you're quite weak." He snarked.

My grip on the sword grew tighter. I pushed harder towards him, "I will make you eat those words." I growled back.

"Well, unlike you, your friends don't seem to be doing so well." He replied before he pushed me away.

I quickly turned to see the others; they seemed to be struggling. But my biggest concern turned to Arcee; I could see her shaking. I had to look closer to see who she was pinning down, my optics couldn't believe what they were seeing. The bot's armor was dark purple, and his finish was black. But even from this distance I could tell who he was.

I quickly dodged Nemesis's strike and pulled out my blaster. "ARCEE!" I yelled before I shot the bot on the floor.

Arcee was able to dodge, jumping off. Arcee turned to me in shock. "Optimus- he's-" she stuttered.

"He's not Cliffjumper! You know this!" I shouted, having to quickly block Nemesis' attempt of hitting me. "You must focus!"

Arcee looked at me with wide optics. She stared down at the dirt floor, gritting her teeth. The enemies' version of Cliffjumper stood up.

"Aw c'mon Arcee...don't sulk like that." He smirked. "Say, where's your version of me?"

Arcee's fists balled up tighter; Cliffjumper seemed to have understood.

"I see. That explains why you couldn't shoot me- I look just like your dead friend-!"

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT CLIFF LIKE THAT!" Arcee screamed before she charged at him. She took him down, but couldn't hit him.

Cliffjumper noticed this. "See? You can't hurt me, or you'll feel the guilt as if you killed Cliff."

I tried to help her, but Nemesis then pinned me down; choking me.

"Focus on your own fight, OPTIMUS!"

I kicked him off of me; this wasn't looking good. We had to retreat again.

"AUTOBOTS, RETREAT!"