Bumblebee returned for a quick check up before he left for Tranquility, to be with Sam.

He'd had his legs reattached and his voice control box was going haywire again.

The girl was still there, placed carefully next to the high table which Jazz had been placed upon.

His metal carcass pieces were still there, as nobody really wanted to throw him away or knew what to do.

"-What's up, Doc?" The yellow scout strode into the med bay with a cartoon greeting.

"That's never going to get old for you, is it?"

"-Afraid not." Bumblebee lifted himself onto his regular perch as Ratchet approached.

The air filled with a tangy ozone smell, but the scent went unnoticed, until a loud beeping noise emitted from a machine parked next to the human femme.

"Houston, we have a problem." Bee pointed, fear in his optics.

Ratchet turned in time to see a bright flash of white lightening shoot from Alex's outstretched hand, and collide with Jazz's still body.

The metal groaned, shifting the halves closer and gears and wires mended themselves.

Blue lit Jazz's chest before vanishing beneath metal plating.

He coughed, bolting up to spit out a sudden mouthful of oil, dirt and a mouse nest.

"What did I miss? Why the hell was there a nest in my mouth?"

Ratchet blinked a couple of times.

"Give me a second. I need to get my story straight." Bumblebee began, mulling over his next fragment choices. "-We all look away. People pretending everywhere it's just another day. -It's getting harder to stay awake, and my strength is fading fast. -She...-breath into me at last."

"What?" Jazz frowned.

Bumblebee tried again.

"-bringing on the fire. -attack this unsuspecting town. -bad man. -kill you."

"Megatron ripped you in half." Rachet supplied, stopping Bee from frustrating himself.

"Hold up!" Jazz lifted a finger. "One question."

The Autobots shared looks.

"Did anybody kiss me?" Jazz made what could only be called a disgusted face.

"No." Ratchet shook his head, chuckling. Bumblebee played a track of laughter.

Jazz grinned, moving to get up.

"Where do you think you are going?" The Hummer H2 crossed his arms.

"Uh...out." Jazz snorted. "Duh."

"No." Ratchet pointed him back to the bed he had occupied. "And be careful of the human femme as you return to your spot. Be thankful she's got a virus that brought you back."

Jazz stared at the little female.

Ratchet turned his attention to Bumblebee, and Jazz sulked.


Alex wearily opened her eyes blinking against the bright lights overhead. Her vision went fuzzy as a searing flash of pain tore through her, and she clenched her jaw.

"Yo! Doc!" There was voice just out of her line of view. "The femme is awake!"

Loud footsteps hurried over, and Alex gained a metal face in her vision, blocking the overly bright lights.

"Hello," She giggled. "You're really big."

Ratchet snorted.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Loopy. Dizzy." Alex frowned, not even trying to sit up.

Jazz noted the medic's confusion.

"She means crazy." He supplied. Her eyes flickered over to him.

"I know you." She blinked, now pushing herself up. "You're the one that came back."

Jazz stared.

"Im Jazz." He snorted, leaning against the wall.

"Alex." She grinned, watching warily as Ratchet scanned her.

The medic frowned.

"This is...interesting." He murmured. "I want both of you to stay here another week, then you're free to speak with Optimus."

Both Jazz and Alex groaned, glaring at the medic.


"Four of a kind." Jazz flipped his floating holographic cards.

Alex frowned.

"Oh darn..." She sighed.

"Ha! I won! Take that, sucker!" Jazz yelled, pointing his finger at the female.

"Royal flush." She flipped her own cards, grinning.

"What! How!?" Jazz stared. "You're cheating or something, man. That's the thirty-seventh time today!"

"You're accusing me of cheating." Alex laughed. "I should be accusing you, considering you're the one projecting the damn things!"

The med bay door began to open, and the holographic cards vanished as the pair attempted to look like they were doing something else.

"Three hundred forty-eight, three hundred forty-nine, thre hundred fifty." Alex glanced over to the newly entered Ratchet. "Hello Doc."

"What are you doing?"

"Counting the ridges in the roof."

"You did that yesterday."

"Yesterday was screws and nails."

"And just how many are there?"

"Four thousand seven screws, twenty three nails and three hundred fifty...Seven ridges."

Ratchet nodded.

"Very well. I dismiss the fact you went against my orders not to play what you humans call poker. Your week under my watch will end tomorrow, and we will speak with Optimus."

Jazz grinned, high-fingering with Alex.

The second Ratchet left again, Jazz and Alex started another game of cards.

It was late into the night when Alex turned to her newest friend.

"Hey, Jazzy?"

The Solstice nodded, cracking open an optic.

"Can we go for a joy ride once we've talked to Optimus?"

"Sure. Why not?" Jazz muttered, returning to his pre-stasis state.