As a human I had loved him, and he had loved me.
As a hybrid, he accepted me for all that I was, loved me for everything was, cherished me and all our days together.
But now, he was gone.
I was human once, when they had first landed on earth.
I was sick, and I was slowly dying. At 18 I felt that I hadn't lived my life, and honestly, I hadn't. Between being hospitalised for months on end trying to keep me alive, to being at home and recovering, I hadn't lived. I was educated, I was very clever, they told me, but my health simply wouldn't allow my going to school, to make friends.
My father was in the army when they landed, and was very good friends with Lennox. The rest was explainable. My mother had left my father and I a week after they landed, claiming she couldn't take the stress of a sickly child any longer, and left with her long time lover that she thought I didn't know about. She didn't know I had found that one stray pregnancy test in the bathroom, which she forgot to discard in her haste.
Papa had taken me to the base where they kept the autobots, I had been brought there in an ambulance, which I later found out was actually Ratchet. I was given my own room that was very near the med bay, just in case.
I became close friends with all the autobots, who took the time to teach me everything they knew, since by this stage I could no longer walk, I could roughly understand cybertronian, and knew a little more than the basics of a Autobot. He and I grew to be very close friends, and were often seen together. He was the quirkiest of them all, and I slowly found myself beginning to like this alien being as more than a friend. Much to my delight, he felt the same way and we began a beautiful relationship. We both understood that we could never be the normal couple for many reasons, the most obvious was that we were entirely different species, but to us, it didn't matter.
Then the dreadful day came. I was dying. Within two or so months, Ratchet said, I would be dead. He refused to accept this, and begged the older mech to find a solution.
They did.
My whole consciousness was transferred into a Femme bots body that they had created for me. I don't know how they did it. The explanation was somewhat confusing, but they had literally moved my consciousness from my human body, into a fully functional femme bots body. The process of learning was slow. But they did not give up on me, and had patience that only beings as old as them, could possibly have. He was elated beyond interpretation. I became his sparkmate. He had even gone so far as to asking my father for permission, as was a human custom. My father had readily agreed. who wouldn't? I had been saved, though I was now physically different, being that I was a 20 ft something hulking hunk of Silver and bronze metal, and my father was only to happy to give his blessing.
He and I loved each other with all our sparks
They Had told me to wait at the base.
I was one of the few who they had actually asked to stay behind. I didn't know whether to feel happy about it or not, but it didn't matter, not right now.
I did as they, as he, had asked, and waited. Funny, I always seemed to be waiting for something. The hours dragged along like eons, never ending eons…
At last the doors swished open and everyone, human and autobot alike, rushed in. In the flurry I was pulled with the humans back by Ironhide, away from the mechs. I couldn't see him. My spark started humming loudly, the throb made me almost deaf to Lennox shouting up at me. I couldn't hear what he was saying. My mind had gone blank.
He wasn't with them.
He was laying on Ratchets table in the medbay. The medic working tirelessly and furiously to bring back his fallen comrade…
But I knew , I just knew, it was too late…
Jazz was gone. I'd never get him back.