Author's Note: Hello, and welcome to my latest plot bunny! For those of you that have read my other stories and want me to update them- sorry, I needed a break, and the plot bunny munching on my brain won't let me go. So now you get this monster unleashed upon the world! Yeah!

Oh, and this disclaimer will be for the whole story- I do not own Transformers. If I did, this would not be on Fanfiction, and I'd be a very rich person. And RotF would be better.

Anywho, here's the story.

Mikaela sighed happily as she snuggled closer to Sam, their hands entwined, as they looked out at the setting sun. The couple were leaning against a tree on their favorite hill, the same one Bumblebee had first brought them before their worlds were turned upside down by giant robots. Bumblebee was parked behind them, in car mode, while he watched them. No one spoke, afraid of ruining the moment.

But, alas, nothing can last forever.

Sam jumped about a foot in the air as his phone rang, dropping his girlfriend's hand as he did so. He pulled out the vibrating, noisy handheld and flipped it open before bringing it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Sam, you won't believe what I just found!"

Sam audibly groaned. "Miles, the last time you said that, you thought you had found an old wad of gum that looked like Abe Lincoln."

Mikaela rolled her eyes and, realizing their nice quiet moment had been ruined by Miles, again, stood up and walked over toward the blaringly yellow Camaro they were sharing the hill with.

"No, seriously, dude! I found it on the internet-"

"Is it more porn?"

"No, it's ten times cooler! It's giant alien robots!"

Sam took a deep, cleansing breath. Miles might have actually found something for once, but getting anything you wanted out of Miles was a pain. "What's the site, Miles? Maybe I can look at it when I get home-"

"You're not home? Dude, where- you're not at the Banes girl's house, are you?!"

"No, Miles, I'm on a hill."

"With Mikaela?"

"What's it matter? Just tell me about your alien robots."

"Alien, why would they be- oh, that's briliant! Giant alien robots! Why didn't I think of that?"

Sam facepalmed. "Miles, just tell me the site-"

"Oh, yeah, right. It's called, um, ."

"Toppedrobots. Ok, thanks, Miles. I'll take a look at it," and get it take down while I'm at it. "I have to go now, ok?"

"Oh, but I did find a porn site if you want-"

"Good bye Miles."

Sam walked back to the car and slid into the driver's seat next to Mikaela.

"Miles?" she asked knowlingly.

"Yeah, found a site with giant robots on it."

"You get the name of the site?"

"Yeah, that's what took so long. Hey, Bee?"

The Camaro gave an answering chirp.

"Can you search and see if you find anything?"

Bumblebee gave a beep in reply as he backed down the hill.

Mikaela sighed and leaned back into her seat. "Why does he have to ruin it every time?"

Sam shrugged. "I think it's part of being Miles. He has to spoil everything his friends do."

"Since when am I his friend?" Mikaela grumbled.

"Since you started hanging out with us."

Mikaela grunted.

"Sam?" Bumblebee suddenly interrupted. "The site is clear. Just normal robots. Nothing unusual."

Sam patted the dash in response. "Thanks, Bee."

The car bobbed as if it were trying to nod.

"So, now what?" Mikaela asked.

"I heard Ratchet finished up Jazz…" the Camaro slipped in quietly.

"What?! Without me?! That fragger! He is so dead…" Mikaela steamed.

Sam chuckled quietly under his breath. "Since when did you pick up Cybertronian curse words? You should probably head toward base, Bee, or we might end up as Mikaela's targets."

Bumblebee rumbled amusedly and turned down the appropriate road.

The Autobot base was just a cluster of robot-sized buildings with various purposes. It was out-of-the-way and protected by a hologram, but easily found by any Cybertronian. Sam had once questioned the safety of the base, but was quickly reassured that there were many hidden "surprises" for any Decepticon. Seeing as the information was coming from Ironhide, Sam had decided not to question any further and just trust that the weapons specialist knew what he was doing.

Bumblebee pulled up to a large building with a large red cross painted over the Optimus Prime-sized door, the only evidence that it was the on-base hospital, for both robots and humans alike. The humans climbed out, allowing their guardian to transform, before they all walked together toward one room in specific- the one that held Jazz's body.

Immediately Mikaela's fury cooled as if it had never been. The whole room held a solemn air about it, and a silence so heavy it felt like it was going to crush the room's inhabitants.

Ratchet was leaning against a counter on the far wall, his optics never leaving Jazz's shell. Optimus's bulk was closer, hidden in the corner to the human's left. Ironhide stood somewhere in between thetwo, arms crossed, though his eyes held obvious sorrow. Against the opposite wall was a line of humans. Sam and Mikaela, hands once more clasped, took their place beside Captain Lennox and Sergeant Epps.

Epps shook his head and whispered to his companions, "He gave his life to protect his friends, the Allspark… maybe even us. It's sad to see him just lying there…."

Sam thought about telling Epps that, whispering or not, the Autobots could still hear him, but then decided it didn't matter anyway.

Ratchet, as if just noticing they were there, looked over at the humans. Most of Lennox's team was there, along with Maggie Madsen, Glen Whitmann, Sam, Mikaela, and even Simmons. The ex-S7 agent had made a pest of himself after coming to the base, but seeing the expression on his face now almost made Ratchet forgive him. Almost.

The medic stood straighter and picked up something from the counter that looked like a jumbo-sized remote. He pressed a button and the table on which Jazz's body was draped was lowered for the humans, who then took hesitant steps forward to get a closer look.
One by one, though, the humans left their grieving friends until only Sam and Mikaela were left. Sam held his girlfriend's hand tighter as he took a step closer to the dead mech's hand. "Thanks, Jazz," he whispered, brushing his hand gently across one of the silver fingers.

The frame suddenly arched, a blue energy spider-webbing across the frame, though focussing around his chest. Mikaela and Sam skittered away from the body, wondering what was going on as the hands fisted and relaxed. A metallic screech echoed around the room, and many of the humans that had just left rushed back inside.

"Pin him down!" Ratchet roared over the sound, moving forward as he did so to grab a flailing arm. The Autobots acted without another word.

Finally, though, the body ceased its struggles, and four robotic forms slowly took steps away from the body. There was a groan from the body and it lifted a four-fingered hand to its head. "Wha' happened?"

Everyone looked at the once-dead form in shock as it slowly lifted itself to a sitting position, hand still gripping its head. Jazz's visor lifted away and his blue optics gazed down at those gathered around. No one moved, they simply stared at him.

"Ugh," he groaned again, lying back down. Ratchet came over to check on his newly-revived patient.

"I was dead, wa'nt I?"

Ratchet nodded silently. Silence ruled for a while more before Ratchet finally asked, "How? How'd you come back?"

Jazz turned his head weakly to look at the humans, pointing with a shaking finger in the vague direction of Sam and Mikaela. "The Allspark," he answered quietly before his optics went dim again and his arm fell.

"Is he-" Sam began.

"No, he's still alive, just tired." Ratchet then turned to look at Sam, an odd expression on his face. "Sam, would you step forward, please?"

He obediantly did as he was asked, letting go of Mikaela's hand as he did so. A shiver went up his spine as he felt a scan pass over him, but the confused expression on Ratchet's face was more than enough to distract him.

"Would you please take Mikaela's hand again?"

Sam's brow furrowed, but he did as he was told. Another scan ran over him, and Ratchet's face turned to one of astonishment.

"What is it, Hatchet?" Ironhide rumbled.

"They're the Allspark."

Everyone looked at the medic as if he were crazy.

"They're the Allspark," he repeated. "They're both a part. Alone, it's nothing, but when they touch- when they touch the two halves of the Allspark come together.

Sam and Mikaela looked at Ratchet as if he had just pronounced Will pregnant.

"How's that work, Doc?" Epps asked.

"I'm not sure. Give me a little more time…. Oh, and Sam? Mikaela?"

"Yeah?" they answered in unison.

"I would appreciate it if you would stay on base until I have this figure out."

"Good thing school's out tomorrow," Mikaela commented.