TF- Between Worlds [Book 1]

Trouble

(Prime Universe Arcee's P.O.V.) 

"Ratchet I may have found the source of the energy surge. I'm going the need a ground bridge."  :Can't you just tell me what it is?: He haughtily responded. "It would be easier with a ground bridge." He paused for a few seconds. :Fine. Bulkhead just arrived at base anyway. Im sending him through as backup.: After contacting Ratchet I checked the bot  to make sure  he didn't have any injuries. However he was laying almost faceplate down so I was unable to see his front.

After a few minutes I could hear Bulk not so silently making his way across the forest. When he camp to the clearing he started looking around wildly. "Is there a relic?!" There was a certain glint in his optic that only appeared when he was ready for a fight. I only rolled my optics and shot him a pointed look. "Okay, not a relic. And I was really looking forward to liking some 'con tailpipe!" He smashed one fist into the palm of his other servo.

"Hey guys, you might want to come see this." Jack called us over from where he was standing in front of the mystery mech. He must have seen something. I briskly walked over to him and motioned for the wrecker to help me turn the smaller boy over. Surprisingly he was light enough that I could have moved him all by myself if I wanted to. But the most shocking of all was the bold red autobot insignia on his chest.

(Bulkhead's P.O.V.)

I looked at Arcee with a silent question hanging in the air. She nodded and I contacted Ratchet. "Hey Ratchet, we're going to need a bridge back the base think you can get one closer that half a mile away this time?" :I'll see what I can do. For some reason the interference surrounding your position has decreased almost by 60 percent!:

About 100 meters away on the other side of the clearing a green, blue, and white portal appeared. "Arcee, think you can handle the little guy on your own?" She nodded again. "I'll have Ratchet get the Med bay ready." With that I walked across the bridge with Jack right behind me.

(Arcee's P.O.V.)

Just after Bulk left I looped my servos under the yellow mech's and began to move him to the portal. Just as I was about half way I heard a sound. 'It must be a blaster warming up. No.' My optics widened at the realization. 'It's M.E.C.H.'  

Before I knew it they had opened fire on me. I tried to defend the myself and the mech, but they forced me up against the growing bridge. They already had him in their grasp. I turned and ran into the bridge and I felt something hit me in my backstrut. I staggered into the main room at base.

"Arcee, what is the explanation for the energy surge. And why did I have to set up the Med bay?" Ratchet was impatient. "They took him." "Who took what." "M.E.C.H." That was all I got out before  the room tilted and everything went black.

(G1 universe No one's P.O.V.)(A few days later)

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, pause, turn, repeat. Prime had been doing this ever since Bee had disappeared. Prowl was clearly a bit depressed, in fact the whole mood of the base was dull and somber. Sometimes the only sounds were Prime's ped steps and Wheeljack's frantic attempts to rebuild the teleporter. 

Even Sideswipe had stopped his usual pranking. The only one who seemed to be in less than glum mood was Smokescreen, who was currently winning a bet he made on how deep the trench Optimus was pacing would get.

Suddenly Wheeljack exclaimed "I've done it!" All helms swiveled in his direction. The Arc became a flurry of movement and Prime soon took control. "Wheeljack, Ratchet, the twins, Prowl, Jazz, Ironhide, Smokescreen, and I will go through to retrieve and/or rescue Bumblebee. I'm counting on everyone of you make sure things go smoothly until we get back."

 Everybot began to scramble around preparing for the mission. "Now in order to insure we don't get separated we need to tie a rope around our waists." "Welder, IV, emergency energon rations, other essential medical supplies..." "Bluestreak until I get back you are in charge. Here is the reports from the last two patrols and remember to.." "Aha! Fifteen and a half inches you all owe me twenty credits!"

Belfore 20 minutes had elapsed they were all ready to go. "Rope is secure Prime." "Good, Autobots roll out!" They went single file into the multicolored swirling vortex. As they exited on the other side they found themselves facing a gray metal floor, fifteen feet in the air, they promptly fell through the rest of the way. Fortunately they managed to land on their peds, well almost all of them.