Hi everyone and welcome to the new sequel to Street Magic: Symphonic Music! This takes place a while after Cybertron's revival. I'm going to introduce some new OCs in this story in later chapters. Also, I would like to just say that I would greatly appreciate it if you'd also read my other stories as well. Vote and comment, whatever because I really want to have a purpose to keep writing. Let me know what you think of this story and my others! I would love to keep writing for you all but if no one reads or does anything with my stories, I would feel really sad. SO please enjoy the first chapter to Symphonic Music and thank you all who follow me and read my stories! :)

It had been a few years after Emily had revived Cybertron, the Autobots' home planet, and life had begun to flourish as it once did before the war. Cities and houses were getting rebuilt and restored, Cybertronians from neighboring planets were also coming back to hopefully reconstruct their life. Optimus Prime had stepped up to take the position of Cybertron's leader and no one could think of anyone better. Ratchet was still grumpy as ever but also content that he was able to use his old medical bay in Iacon. The others were able to settle into their homes with ease, but Emily felt as if she had yet to find one on Cybertron. Her birth place was Earth, not here. Jazz was able to see her sadness and distress, frowning as he would glance at his sparkmate as he worked.

They had been staying with Bumblebee up until now as Jazz had been debating on whether or not to stay at his place. Sighing, Jazz stopped what he was doing and gently grabbed Emily's servo. "Come on. Ah wanna show ya somethin'." He said as he led her out of the room and outside.

"Where are we going?" Emily asked confused, looking at him with curious optics. He smiled and replied, "You'll see, lil' lady." She sighed. Jazz led her down some streets and after a few minutes, turned a corner to stop in front of a small building. He gently squeezed her servo before leading her up to the door. Punching in a code he knew by spark, the door opened to reveal a well-sized apartment. The walls were painted a sky blue and decorated with various Cybertronian music posters. There was a back door that led to a small balcony, overlooking the city of Iacon. A berth room was attached to the living area. Emily looked around, admiring it all.

"This is your home?" She asked in awe and Jazz chuckled with a nod. "Yep! Well, not anymore it isn't." he answered, making Emily's faceplates fall slightly. "Why not?" She asked with a frown. Jazz looked down at her and gently took both of her servos.

"'Cuz, it's ours now."

Emily's optics widened. "Y-You want me to stay here? B-But…I don't think, I mean…" she stammered. She felt like she was intruding on Jazz's personal space and she fiddled with her servos. Jazz frown, feeling a twinge of anxiety from her side of the bond and he carefully lifted her helm so that Emily was looking at her. He looked into her optics softly. "Hey hey…Em, the reason why Ah asked ya out was because Ah love ya. You're not intrudin'. Ah want to have ya with meh." He assured her. Emily bit her lip, her spark calming down as she saw he was telling the truth.

"Are you sure?" She asked, and Jazz gave her a playful look. "Ok ok." She said with a faint smile. The saboteur smiled back as he kissed her cheek, causing Emily to 'blush'.

Timeskip (Weeks later)

Over the next few weeks, the pair of sparkmates settled in together in Jazz's dwelling. Emily tried to adjust to learning everything she could about her new home and finding an alt mode to her new form. Ever since she changed, Ratchet had reminded her that even though she may look Cybertronian, she wasn't a true Cybertronian until she learned everything. So, Ratchet had decided to be the one to teach her the planet's extremely long history, language and culture. One day, Emily was sitting in one of Ratchet's medical units for a daily check-up, watching as the older medic scan her frame and spark for any anomalies. He had insisted that she'd come once every week to make sure her new form was working and such. Ratchet looked over his scans and nodded in content at the results. He turned to go get a datapad, his slow footsteps echoing around the empty room. Picking up the datapad, he glanced back at Emily and typed something into the device. Emily shifted in her seat with a look of awkwardness.

"How have your studies been, Emily?" Ratchet asked as he came back over to his patient. She shrugged. "Good. I'm still struggling with the alphabet and stuff but everything else I'm getting down." Emily answered. "Excellent-" he paused, his wide optics staring at her for a long minute as if her answer was the worst thing she could have said. There was an eerie silent that filled the medbay as Emily gulped.

"Um, Ratchet? You ok, or did I say something wrong?" she asked slowly as she scooted a little away from him uneasily. What was wrong with him? "Do I have something on my faceplate or am I dying again?"

Ratchet snapped out of his daze and looked at the younger femme with a somewhat serious face. "I just realized that we have been using your human name. If you are to become a fully-fledged Cybertronian, you will need a new name. Other bots might find it very strange if you had a human name yet look like us." He explained slowly. Emily blinked and looked down at her servos. Her name had to be changed? But it was the only thing she had left of her life on Earth. Sadness filled her spark as she fell silent and Ratchet frowned, resting a servo on her shoulder plate. "Emily, I know you want to keep your old name and you can, in here." He said gently as he pointed a digit at her spark. "To us, you will always be Emily no matter what and you will also be whoever you want to be here." He managed a very faint smile, something he did on rare occasion. His words held truth as he looked down at Emily, who looked up at him and nodded a little.

"But I don't know who I want to be here." Emily said quietly with a frown.

"You'll find it. I know you will. Now, have you given anything thought to your alt mode?" Ratchet said, typing into his datapad and Emily vented a sigh. "No. I'm still trying to decide on whether or not I want to be a flier or something. It doesn't help if there's so many options to choose from." She mumbled, swinging her pedes back and forth. He raised an optic ridge.

"Jazz didn't tell you?" he asked as he opened a compartment on his arm and hooking a wire into Emily's. "Tell me wha-hey what are you doing?" She asked with a frown. "Sit still or I won't hesitate welling you to the table. Calm down. Everyone has a specific program inside their processor that tells them what alt mode they are suppose to be." Ratchet explained, looking at the datapad that was also connected to the wire. There was a 'boop' and Emily tried to look at what the screen on the datapad said, which had the results.

Ratchet glanced at her, showing her the screen. "See? It seems like you're programmed to be a…."