Hey All! Finally got around to writing a sequel to "Jazz it Up!" Yay! I hope you like it, but if you haven't read "Jazz it Up!" yet, maybe you should ^_~ On with the fic!
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Dear Carlos,
It's been a long time, my old friend... I still wish we were more than that again.
I shook my head and deleted that last line off my computer screen. I wasn't going to bring that up in this letter. It had been ten years all ready- it was time to let it go. Ten years since the Autobots discovered what the Decepticons Laser Cannon had done to me. I couldn't age... nor could I die. Sixteen forever. Something Carlos couldn't handle. I took a deep breath and started my letter again.
Dear Carlos,
It's been a long time my old friend- how are you? Things are kinda boring here on the Pluto Station- The Armory and Jazz are about as bored as I am; they've been helping mine the Energon, but it doesn't help much. I'd kill for some action, like we used to have in the old days. Remember all the fun we used to have? I really miss that. Optimus still treats me like a kid, but I guess there's good reason for that, eh? ^_~ Hey, guess what? I'm getting transferred to Earth, to work with Hot Shot again! And I was thinking, Mars is on the way to Earth. Maybe I could stop and see you, if you wanted me to. Let me know, all right?
Sarah.
It took a lot for me not to write "Love, Sarah." That part of my life was over. I clicked send and the letter zapped through cyber space and into Carlos' inbox. Would he even read it? A part of me doubted it greatly. Oh well.
"You ready, Sarah?" I looked over my shoulder and smiled at my orange and blue Mini-Con friend. The only thing that hadn't changed for me- Jazz was still around, even after all these years.
"About as ready as I'll ever be, Jazz."
"Finally wrote that letter, eh?" I nodded and he gave me a hug. "It'll be okay, Sare... but come on- Optimus wants you." My smile widened. Optimus had asked me, of all people/transformers, to help him get the Pluto Station up and running. It was hard to leave my "big brother," but it was Hot Shot that encouraged me to go.
"It's a great opportunity, Sarah!" he said. "No one can handle Energon better than you, anyway!" That last line always echoes through my head- No one can handle Energon better than you... and I always remember the day I found out, ten years ago...
"Armory, lets do it!" Stellar, Criterion and Shockstopper appeared out of nowhere and assembled my armor: Stellar was my weapon, a sliver sword; Criterion was the chest section of my armor, complete with wings and a helmet and Shockstopper was a shield. We were in space- it was during the Unicrom Battles and I had recently discovered that the helmet of my armor could be used as a space helmet. So, being the "hot shot" I am, I was out there, fighting along side the Autobots.
"Sarah, you be careful!" I chuckled at my orange and blue Mini-Con companion, Jazz.
"I will, Jazz-man. No worries." It was about that time a laser beam hit me dead in the chest. One made of one hundred percent pure Energon- more than enough to kill a normal human. I didn't have my Armor fully on yet. I should have died right there. But I didn't- the rest of my armor formed around me and I fought my hardest. When the battle was over, and Unicrom destroyed, the main topic of discussion was the wound I had on my chest.
"Little sister, are you all right?!" I looked up at Hot Shot and smiled.
"I'm fine, Hot Shot... just confused." I bit my lip. "I took that hit dead in the chest... how'm I..." Optimus shook his head. "Optimus? Is there ANOTHER part of the Prophesy you forgot to mention?" When I first hooked up with the Autobots it had been because of an ancient prophecy- The Dedicanvelope Prophecy told of a human child, a girl with black hair, brown eyes and an orange and blue Mini-Con in her possession would be the key for the Decepticons to win the War. She would be used as a power source for the Decepticons' Laser Cannon, which would destroy the Autobots. I had been used as the power source, but only for a brief moment. I had managed to summon the Armory and break free (A.N: Read more about this in my other Transformers fic, "Jazz it Up!").
Anyway, the Autobots always seemed to forget parts of this prophecy- like the part about me supposedly dying after being used as a battery pack. I had to find that one out from Megatron. Kind of a killjoy, you know?
"Yes, Sarah," Optimus replied, finally. "There is a part I forgot to mention." He took a deep breath- I don't know why. As far as I knew, robots didn't need air, but whatever. "The Prophets said that if the Laser Cannon didn't kill the chosen one... then she'd become immortal."
"Oh god, is that it?!" I cried. "Geeze, I thought it was somethi..."
"And she'd not age," Optimus continued. "Whatever age she was at the time she was used, she'd remain that age forever..."
I could have lived happily not knowing that. Finding out that I'd never die, that I'd never look a day over sixteen... I could have done without that. And I could have really done without Carlos finding out. Less than a week after he found out, it was over between the two of us.
"It won't work, Sare," he told me as we approached Earth. "I'll get older, you won't... and then when I do die..." He brushed a strand of hair out of my face. "You don't need to live like that." I wanted to yell at him, tell him he was being an idiot and I'd rather live his life with him than live mine alone... but I didn't. I nodded and left with the Autobots. We went back to Cybertron and I stayed there for five years. Being that I was the only human that can handle Energon without any negative reactions, it was a good plan. Lonely, but good.
The next five were spent of the Pluto Station. You basically know the rest of the story from what I've told you so far. I was the main researcher/mechanic/human being. I was the only human being. That letter I sent was the first communication with Carlos, or anyone for that matter, since we said goodbye.
"Hey Sarah, come on!" I looked up to see Jetfire looking down at me and Jazz. "Optimus is looking all over for you! Something important's come up!" I nodded.
"Okay, I'll be right there!" As Jetfire and Jazz walked out, I sent a second letter to Carlos: "P.S: I'm still here."