Hey guys, this is my first fic, so if there are mistakes, be as brutal as you like with the reviews but constructive criticism please. If anyone is wondering, these are set somewhere after the second movie, but Ratch brought Jazz back (because I love him too much to leave him out of this) and Sunstreaker, Wheeljack, Mirage, Jolt, plus a couple of others that weren't in the second film or any film at all.

Disclaimer: Transformers is not mine, but all of my OC's (Sound Mix, and later others) are indeed mine, so no taking them without asking first.

Legend:
"Speaking"
Thoughts
Dreams/Flashbacks
Lyrics (i.e Bumblebee's radio)
(Change of POV)

Chapter One
(Jazz's POV)
Man, Ah miss Sound Mix. Jazz had just come in from patrol with Prowl and was cruisin' into the autobot's hangar as humans scurried about the place. Recently his MIA cousin had been on his mind constantly. When they were sparklings, they had been as close as you could get without being twins, but when they were younglings they had less time together, only they still had the same dream. To join the autobots. Eventually both of them had achieved their dream, Sound Mix joining a femme squadron and Jazz joining the Special Ops. team. They both had survived for vorns of war, but then, around sixteen orns before Tyger Pax when Bumblebee lost his voice, disaster struck. Sound Mix's team's ship had been attacked by the Decepticon's as it reentered Cybertron's solar system. They had received a transmission from Glass Spire, the Tactician, pleading for anyone to come as back-up, however, when they arrived, the ship had been desolate, half destroyed and all the monitors were still sparking from the Decepticon blasts. The only hope came from the two missing escape pods. Ever since the day he had heard about it, he had begged Primus to tell him if one of the pods contained his little Mixie, even if it was just so he could get over her offlining rather than be constantly in denial.

"Jazz! What's up? You wanna help me with somethin'?" Jazz turned to face a silver mech. "Sides, ah'm busy. Why dontcha ask Ol' Sunshine over there ta help ya?" Sideswipe pouted and crossed his servos, and whined "But Jaaaaaazz! Sunny won't help me with any more pranks since we got thrown in the brig for a day by Prowl!" Jazz rolled his optics, then caught sight of another mech approaching them and an idea began forming in his processor. "So it's a prank ya need meh for?" He asked slyly and Sides beamed "Yup! A brilliant prank, the best one yet!" Jazz coughed pointedly and pointed behind Sides, a grin already growing on his faceplates. The silver warrior turned around and looked up to see a large black mech glaring down at him, "Oh, h-hey Ironhide, w-we weren't talking about anything!" Ironhide snorted and began dragging him away from Jazz, who laughed and sauntered off. It's good being back, he mused, Ah wasn' exactly comfortable, wha' with being dead an' everythin' .

He stopped and entered another hangar, where he could see Sunny scowling in the corner, arms crossed, and looking generally fragged off, Bumblebee sitting with Sam and his lil' lady Mikaela, and boss bot chilling in his alt. mode, probably in recharge. Jazz crossed over to chat with Bee, as he didn't want to wake Prime, and he was ready to bet anyone who went to see Sunny at the moment would be waking up in the Hatchet's med. bay missing a couple of limbs. "Hey Bee, Sam, Lil' Lady." Mikaela and Sam looked up at the silver mech and smiled, "Hey Jazz" Bee looked across at his previously offlined friend and grinned,"Oooh, I've been missing you baby" then the recorded voice went deep and serious, "Welcome to the land of the living" Sam laughed at Bee's choice of soundclips and Mikaela asked, "Hey Jazz, how've you been since Ratch' put you back together again?" Jazz shifted about, looking uneasy, as the topic of his untimely death was still a bit uncomfortable for him. "Ah've been better, Mikki, but ah'm better than ah was if ya know what ah mean" and she nodded sympathetically.

Sound Mix is gonna kill me when she finds out ah let ol' megsy offline me he thought, then mentally kicked himself for letting himself think about her again. What was wrong with him? After she had "disappeared" he had been fine for the next couple hundred years or so without thinking about her, painful as it was whenever he did. And now, here he was thinking about her every five to ten minutes! "Ja-azz? Helloooo? Anyone home?" Mikaela was standing next to him, and the others humans in the hangar were starting to take notice of the blanked out alien robot. His optics regained focus and he groaned as he took in the worried looks the others were giving him. "Guys, ah'm fine. Just a lil' shaken up, ya got meh?" He waved and started to wander off, "Ah'm gonna go get meself some recharge, yeah?" There was still concern in their eyes, but they waved back and him and returned to a heated debate about some human pop star or whatever it was now.

As soon as he was out of their view, he sagged against the wall, mentally exhausted. He knew that constantly thinking and worrying about his beloved cousin was damaging his systems. For one thing he was dreaming, and alien robots never dreamed unless something was either so important to them it was taking over their systems, or something was wrong. He couldn't tell which one it was for him, but he had a pretty good guess. As he wandered back to his quarters, he passed one or two cybertronians in the corridors. There was no point counting the humans as there was always quite a few moving from place to place, taking hardly any notice of the giants moving past them. Jazz had always been fascinated by this strange organic species who had come so far compared to other organics they had discovered, and while he knew that Ratchet had a theory about the allspark gradually influencing them since it landed on their planet, he didn't really care about how they became so evolved, as he had never really been much of a science bot. He waved to several of his favourite humans, Maggie Madsen, Robert Epps, and a couple of others, but as he wandered to closer to his quarters, he began to start drifting back into his memories again.

He remembered the time he and Sound Mix had, on a shuttle back from Praxus, disappeared into the vents and kept the entire shuttle in uproar for around 8 and a half hours.

He remembered the time he and Sound Mix had painted their seven visiting relatives the colours of the rainbow.

He remembered the time his femme creator, Vibes has taken them to a fun park and then he had too many energon sweeties.

He remembered the time he and Sound Mix first agreed they were both going to go to the academy and join the autobots, and there was no stopping them.

He remembered the day he and Sound Mix got into the autobots and were assigned to different bases and teams.

He remembered the time he and Sound Mix ended up on the same base and they took a day off to see what was left of the sights. She had just been about to tell him something when she was picked up by her ship as it left. Hmmm. As he wondered what it could have been, he was swept into the next memory.

He remembered the terrible day when he had heard about the destroyed femme ship, and how after he had stormed to Prime himself to demand what had happened he had discovered that two escape pods were missing. He had hung all of his hopes on those two pods and if one of them contained Mixie, he wasn't going to let her out of his sight ever again.