Prologue

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Room basically dark except for the small little light that illuminated off of several devices in his room, like his impossibly large and Cybertronian upgraded stereo system that sat particularly on the floor and on a desk. But it wasn't quiet, just slightly. The stereo was still on playing a random song from a local radio station it had been set on previously. About that time the lead saboteur's chronometer silently went off waking up sleeping Porsche.

Jazz groaned and turned over on his back letting his doorwings get some relief from where Jazz had been lying on his side. The one he'd been lying on get stiff. Activating a switch inside of himself to turn it off and went limb again then suddenly stretched on his recharge berth and yawned like a cat just waking up from a nap; he hadn't slept that good in a long time. Flinging his feet around so they'd land on the floor, sat up, and yawned once again, long and loud. He did have to start another day's work.

Getting up, unsteadily at first, walked over to the door feeling as if he was still half in recharge. The little party they had last night in the lounge was coming back to haunt him with vengeance. Figures. Just as he was about to exit his quarters he stopped abruptly catching a glimpse of something on the floor, one leg still mid-air. How could you miss bright pink paper? Wait back up . . . pink?! Lying on the floor neatly folded parcically under the door was a large -in human standard and maybe even in Transformer standers- piece of paper laying at his feet.

Jazz cocked his head back for a second then looking down both ends of the hallway, suspicious. When random objects were well random around the Ark it was naturally instinct to be suspicious. Curiosity getting the better of him, as usual, Jazz knelt down to pick it up and see what it was, holding it like he was suspecting it to blow up in his face . . . but then again around here it was a high possibility, especially with unnamed vigilantes that currently lived here. Unfolding it carefully and seeing it hadn't covered him with foul Jazz started reading it.

Jazz, What would you like for a gift to get as a present? List some stuff please. Now think of something logical for me to get ya. Rachel

Seating just under the resident silver haired young women was her trademark psychopathic looking flower, fangs and all.

Re-reading it once or twice to make sure he understood it right. Well yes he understood what the message meant but the problem was he didn't understand the occasion for it. What he'd do to deserve a gift anyway? It wasn't a bad thing by no means, but it really made no sense.

"Wait!" the Porsche blurted out seeming at random then he started mumbling to himself not realizing he was doing it "Didn't Spike . . . or was 't Blair who mention somethin' 'bout a human holiday comin' up?" rubbing the back of his neck as he thought out loud

Still pondering on what had just come to his processors attention Jazz reached back without looking and pushed a button beside his door on the control panel to let it close. It slide close silently and he walked outside to his routine shift, today with Ironhide. Completely oblivious to the other happenings in the Ark at almost the same time the other 'bots who were also waking up to find the weird message in the letters from none other than . . . Rachel. Was that really a surprise?

Very few of them actually understood the message and the occasion.

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A/N:

Isn't that so much better? Way longer, hopefully void of errors (which I'm bad for)

Transformers and all related char(s) belong to HasTak and associated companies

Except Blair, Rachel, and the plot, which are mine