Title: Repairs and repercussions

Author: Tsumi

Rating: teen

Warnings: violence, possible slash, and possible character death, possible OOC.

Pairings: pending

Synopsis: the battle in Mission city ended the war or did it? What will happen to the Autobots and their new human allies. And what is happening to Sam?

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Part 3 I've seen better days so said the mirror

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It had been a month since Sam had introduced Miles to the Autobots. He enjoyed the time he spent with them, even Mikaela was not that bad after awhile. She knew alot about cars and the two of them could talk for hours about machinery leaving Sam in the dark since Bumblebee could join these conversations easily. Sam would often wander off when they started talking about that stuff, only to be found later chatting with any other bot in the area.

He was surprised one Thursday morning, to find Mikaela with her little blue Vespa waiting for him instead of Bumblebee's familiar yellow Camaro. He had missed a call from Sam earlier that morning and had been unable to call him back. He also had not been able to get Bumblebee on the number the bot had given him to text him with. He had no clue how the Autobots had cell numbers but he wasn't going to ask.

"What's going on?" He asked grabbing his shoes. His back pack already thrown over his shoulders and a bottle of mountain dew in the elastic strap on the side of it.

"Sam got called away." She said with a flip of her hair not wanting Mile's mother to hear about the Autobots. Once they got on she explained with a small smile.

"Optimus needed him, there was a landfall this morning." She started the engine, which purred smoothly; though both were almost spoiled by Bumblebee's much smoother engine.

"Landfall?" He had not heard that term yet.

"Some of the others arrived so they took Sam along as the human welcome wagon." She explained.

"Oh when do we get to meet these new guys?" he asked.

"This weekend I guess; we can bully Sam into taking us." She said mischievously.

"Sounds like a plan." He agreed. "So how's he getting out of school?"

"Doctor's note for the burns on his hands." She told him.

"I see." He nodded tightening his helmet.

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Sam was enjoying the ride to the landing site, a secluded place just off the old route 66. Bumblebee had the windows down and music playing as they followed Optimus to where his men should have been waiting. He was sure they were close to Vegas as they came to the landing site which was secluded enough to give the two protoforms cover. He watched the two change fluidly from pod to protoform, it was beautiful. A pity Ratchet and Ironhide weren't there, but the medic had wanted to make sure he was ready for any problems. And the Lennox family was on a trip taking the weapons specialist with them he had reported he would return as soon as he could, but he did not want Will and his family unprotected and seemed to have become quite attached the man.

The Shorter of the two stood stiffly infront of Optimus, even as a proto-form the mech seemed stiff and proper. He clicked out something in Cybertronian. Optimus answered back and the second one quipped something out. Then ducked a blow from the first one.

"What are they saying?" Sam asked Bumblebee from where he stood in the protective shadow of his guardian. The heat was dangerous for a human, so Bumblebee had not let him out of his shadow. But he didn't understand their metallic language even if it fascinated him.

"Second lieutenant Prowl reporting. Optimus welcomed him and Sunstreaker is being an idiot."

"Second lieutenant he's the same rank as Jazz?" Sam asked staring at the silvery protoform who was at least twice Jazz's height. He was nothing like the cool smooth mech Sam had met briefly and who had bravely faced off against Megatron by himself. This mech kind of reminded the boy of Barricade but maybe nicer.

"Yes he's the next in command after him." Bumblebee sounded slightly sad, as they were still not sure what was going to happen with Jazz. He really hoped Ratchet could save him they might lose two of their best if he couldn't. Though he was surprised there wasn't a third and fourth with them, all squads had five members, their had been Bluestreak and Eject a pair not unlike Frenzy and Barricade.

"Oh and the other one?" He pointed to the one who seemed to be looking around. Fidgeting slightly as if he'd rather be doing something else.

"Sunstreaker, he and his brother Sideswipe are the only twins I know of in our ranks. I hope Sideswipe is okay. " Bumblebee muttered.

"Twins?" Sam looked at the taller mech

"Yes Ratchet told me once that their spark split in half when they were created so their share a spark if one dies so does the other."

"Wow."

"Yes, they were rare before the war now I believe there are almost none left."

"The both of you need alt modes." Optimus ordered while the human and younger mech spoke.

"We'll. Show them the highway." Bumblebee volunteered, his doorwings fluttering and Prowl looked at him with a nod.

"Do so." Optimus agreed.

"Hey mini-bot." Sunstreaker greeted as if seeing his fellow Autobot for the first time. He had always liked the little yellow mech.

"Stop calling me that." Bee sputtered. His fans turned on to cool his systems. Sunstreaker had always loved to tease him so had his brother actually but Bee had always liked to hang around them when he had been much younger. They had treated him like a soldier first among the others who had still seen their little sparkling for orns after Bumblebee had become a soldier.

"Can't stop the truth." He snickered. It was good to be around friends again. Not to mention bots with a sense of humor.

"Hello Prowl." Bumblebee turned to the elder Mech trying to hold his doorwings still and strait like Prowl had taught him but failing miserably.

"Bumblebee, you're looking better." Prowl greeted him. Amused by the younger mech's attempts to still his doorwings. They reminded him of Bluestreak at that age.

"Thanks."

They came to the highway and hid to watch the cars pass. After a few hours they saw a car chase passing, the lead car was bright yellow and the police car following close behind was not familiar. It was a dodge charger, with red edging on the letters unlike Barricade's purple.

Sunstreaker chose to take the yellow car. It was beautiful and fast, just his style. The other car was more Prowl's type obviously authority. Sunstreaker turned to the others having now been covered with sleek gold armor much deeper in color then Bumblebee's. He grinned.

"Well?" he asked the scout.

"Shiny." Bumblebee said with a nod. "certainly your style Sunny."

"I knew you say that?" He looked down at Sam. "So who is this squishy?"

"My name is Sam. And I'm a human, not a squishy." Sam told him.

"Sam is my friend and I am his guardian, Sunstreaker." Bumblebee told him.

"So humans are our friends, fine. Do I get one?" He asked.

"No, because you are nuts." Bumblebee told him. "And they are not pets."

"We should rejoin Prime." Prowl sighed used to this squabbling. Almost glad the others weren't with them yet, the quartet of the twins Bluestreak and Bumblebee would give him a glitch and once Smokescreen got there, he shook his helm and went to rejoin his old friend and Prime.

They regrouped and Sunstreaker approached Optimus.

"Sir, permission to find my brother. I know he has to be close by." Sunstreaker said as he approached his leader.

"Denied, we must make sure you and Prowl are well and are introduced to our human allies before we search for our missing comrades." Optimus said knowing that the young soldier would tear around to find his brother and not listen. But Ratchet would be annoyed with him if he didn't make sure Sunstreaker was taken care of.

"It's not just a missing comrade! It's my brother." he whined, he knew Ratchet would hit him for losing track of his brother.

"He will be fine. We will find him." Optimus told him.

The return to the dam was uneventful except for Sunstreaker staying close to Bee and complaining that the older bots would not let him find his brother. Bumblebee listened to him asking questions and getting stories about the three's own time out in space. As Sunstreaker was telling him about one battle in particular, one where Bluestreak had saved them all with a single shot to a decepticon's CPU, they saw the dam rising up in the distance.

Prowl had been following along behind Optimus as he was supposed to. He had yet to ask the question he really wanted to. He had not seen the second in command, it could just be he had been left behind to keep an eye on things but Jazz should have been there to greet him. He had a bad feeling in his spark at the idea of the saboteur; only a few orns before he had had a bad dream while in recharge. He had spurred his team forward even before they got Prime's message, this was possibility the reason Sideswipe and Bluestreak had fallen behind. The sharpshooter had been injured and was moving slower than the rest of them. Sighing he finally opened his com to his leader.

"Prime, sir where is Jazz?" he finally asked.

"Our infirmary he was damaged in the battle for the AllSpark. Ratchet will show you after he checks over you and Sunstreaker."

"Yes sir." He had heard the pain and guilt in Prime's voice.

Their arrival was heralded by a small group gathered in the motor pool. Complete with Ratchet and Ironhide with his humans nearby. The larger Earthborn had also decided to join them apparently. Halo was sitting on Longarm's shoulder until he saw Sam he then chitterd and ran to climb up onto him.

"Hey Halo." Sam patted him like a pet. The gold optics blinked and it nuzzled him. The small Earthborn had all but clung to him everytime he came to the dam, which was alot more than his fellow humans knew, lately he had been more comfortable with the Cybertronians than his fellow humans.

Ratchet looked the two over superficially. Hit Sunstreaker on the head, and led them off. Prowl seemed highly entertained by the abuse of the melee warrior.

"Ow, Hatchet what was that for?" he whined.

"Don't call me that, and you know perfectly well what it was for." The medic growled. As they walked away. "And where is your brother." Was the last thing they heard as the pair vanished down the hall.

"Poor Ratchet." Bumblebee muttered.

"It's his own fault. " Ironhide said gruffly. "He did not have to progenate twins."

"He's Ratchets?" Sam asked. He had not even thought about them having families, the fact there were twins was odd enough but for them to be Ratchet's kids?

"Yes, he and his twin." Bee said smiling. "And technically they are Ironhide's too."

"Don't remind me." Ironhide groaned. He remembered the two's sparkling hood something he would not even curse on Megatron himself.

"That's good, I suppose, that he's here then, huh, I mean, you guys families coming together and all." Sam said sheepishly.

"Well, that part is good. But until we find Sideswipe, he's going to be a pain in the aft." Bumblebee sighed. "Not to mention when the others in their squad arrive."

"We need to locate him soon." Optimus said and Ironhide nodded.

Sam put Halo down when the little bot started to chitter and it took off. He smiled to himself.

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Prowl and Sunstreaker checked out fine and after sending Sunstreaker to bother the others Ratchet led Prowl to the chamber where Jazz was laying in a make shift berth. He was attached to machines which had been modified to keep an eye on him as he recovered. A steady hum filled the air. His spark case was open and the faintly glowing spark was the only thing giving Ratchet the hope he might be able to help his comrade.

"What happened to him?" Prowl asked staring at the silver body.

"He was ripped in half, Megatron did it." He said as the tactician turned to him. "I stabilized him and repaired the worst of the damage but he is not responding." He did not add that he was sure he might never respond that was not something to bring up with Prowl.

"But he's." the normally impassive mech's vocals seemed to have fritzed as he spoke.

"Still functioning but not on-line." The medic told him, he wished he could tell him more, but he wasn't sure he could do anything else for the silver mech.

"I see." He said this quietly and stepped forward. Ratchet left, it was better to leave him alone to deal with this.

Prowl ignored the medic to look at his old friend and mate. The two had been friends for orns before bonding with one another. He did not want to think of losing Jazz that had been a hard enough thought when they had gone separate ways to find the AllSpark. Touching the plains of Jazz's face he smiled to himself, he had hoped to see him again as spastic and never standing still as he had always been. Looking at this chest he touched the metal there feeling the faint warmth of his spark, and his own spark ached. As he stood there he thought he heard the door open and turned to see it closed as it had been after Ratchet left. He turned back to the form of Jazz as the warmth increased under his hand. Looking to the machines he frowned something was happening. The spark was already glowing brighter. He went to find Ratchet. Ratchet was in the main room of his medbay looking over the scans of the other two.

Ratchet was in the main infirmary alone. He looked up at the tactician.

"Prowl?" he had never seen that particular look on Prowl's faceplate before.

"Ratchet you should come see this." he sounded...hopeful

"What?" the older mech was confused but followed the younger.

"Just come see."

The room where Jazz was looked just as he had left it, though the machines were getting noisy as they monitored the rebooting functions of the second or at least this is what they said as Ratchet looked over the machines.

"He's coming back on-line." Prowl said sounding confused

"He is?" Ratchet stared from the inert body of his comrade to his comrade's mate.

"Yes, though there 's no explanation for it."

"Does it matter?" the normally logical tactician asked touching his mate gently.

"No it doesn't." He accessed his com-link "Optimus, everyone down to the medic bay now."

'Is there a problem Ratchet?"

"No just the opposite." He answered.

By the time they had gotten down there, the other Autobots and Sam were concerned about the situation but the sight of the second's body was not as painful as it had been weeks before. He was in one piece now and his chest was open showing the radiant light of his spark as Ratchet looked over it. Closing the chamber he looked up at the others.

"Ratchet?" Optimus asked.

"He's rebooting." He medic reported. " He is coming back on-line"

"He's okay?" Sam asked.

"Yes for some reason. I have no idea how."

"Does it matter?" Prowl asked.

"I guess not just be ready to welcome back our second in command."

Jazz was surprised to on line his optics and see Ratchet looking over him. He'd heard Prowl hadn't he? But why would he hear him they were on earth and Prowl's team was far away.

"Ratchet?"

"Welcome back you've got someone who wants to speak to you." was Ratchet smirking?

"Huh?" he looked over when his hand was grabbed to see Prowl at his side. "Hey Prowler."

"Jazz." The tactician sounded calm but he saw the look in his optics.

"Good to see you again." He smiled.

Everyone else was just as glad to see the saboteur in one piece and obviously doing well.

"Jazz you are okay." Bumblebee said cheerfully.

"Yeah little buddy I'm doing fine." he smiled. One hand reaching out for Prowl who took it. The others exchanged a smile.

"Good to see you back with us Jazz." Optimus said simply.

"Great to be back sir."

Soon everyone else was shooed out to give the pair time to talk and renew their bond after Ratchet did one final checkup on the second in command.

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Optimus looked up from where he stood watching the water below the dam where he had gone after they had seen Jazz wake up, as the humans would say. Sunstreaker was standing nearby looking oddly nervous.

"Sunstreaker?" he acknowledged his soldier.

"Optimus, please let me go find my brother."

"I understand Sunstreaker, the bond you two share is different than the rest of us but you don't know enough about earth yet. We will find Sideswipe." he assured his soldier, he'd known the twins along time he had even been at their naming, they were alot like Ratchet though the medic would never admit it.

"But..."

"Sunstreaker...it is important you remain here we will all be on the look out for Sideswipe."

"Yes sir." he knew that tone of voice, nothing would change the Prime's CPU.

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Miles was bored, for two days he had heard nothing from Sam and Mikaela was off with her female friends. So alone Miles wandered around the city to find something to do. Near the lake he found the wreck of a car. It was red, or had been, and from the damage it looked like it had crashed into the lake and been dragged out. It was a gorgeous car, or would be soon. He didn't see any plates or signs of anything else the poor thing had been crashed and left for dead. He would have to find a way to get it somewhere he could work on it. Then an idea hit him he pulled out his cell phone.

"Hey Longarm I need a favor. Down by the lake can you come up here great." he hung up his phone.

A few minutes later a white tow truck with no discernible driver arrived where he was waiting. He smiled to himself, you would think the Earthborn would know it would look weird if they had no drivers.

"Miles." The tow truck greeted.

"Hey Longarm can you help me get this hunk of metal to my house." he smiled patting the hood of the tow truck

"Of course Miles, are you sure it's not someone else's property?"

"No it's scrapped, someone left it here look at the drag marks they must have had quite a crash."

"Yes, come on we will get it to your home."

Once they got to his house his mom saw the red piece of metal.

"Miles what is this?" she asked.

"Hey mom look what I found, dad sent me the money for it."

"A piece of junk?"

"Well with a little work it'll be fine." he smiled.

"And where are you keeping it?"

"The Garage, please mom this was way cheaper then anything else and with some work it will be an awesome car." he said giddily.

"it's your choice ."

"I love you, you're the best mom in the whole world." he told her and went to mess with his new toy.

She just smiled and shook her head, patting Miles on the head. Some days she just did not understand her son.

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Days later Miles was in his garage after school tinkering when Sam and Mikaela arrived. They both looked with appreciation at the sleek red car.

"So this is the car huh?" Sam asked, it looked like a muscle car like Bee.

"Yep, from my research it's a Lamborghini." He told them.

"Okay you lost me." The other teen said ignoring the look that passed between his friends.

"It's a really hot car Sam almost hotter as Bee." Mikaela translated.

"Nothing is as hot as Bee." He looked at his watch. "I gotta go."

"So what's going on now?" Miles asked as they left the garage.

"We still need to find the missing bots. You guys could help."

"No way I have to work on my baby." Miles said.

"I have to go see my dad." Mikaela told him.

"Okay see you guys later." Sam said taking off in Bumblebee.

"So any new signs?" Sam asked his car.

"Nothing Sam it had been nearly a week." he answered.

"How is Streaker doing?"

"He has been better the others are not letting him leave since he might do something stupid."

"Poor thing."

"Don't feel to sorry for him Sam he is an expert at getting into trouble.

"I've heard."

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It was warm and comfortable where he was, he couldn't see or hear anything and his scanners were off line but he was sure he was nowhere near the Decepticons. He was alone though and it scared him, he could not feel his brother's spark anywhere close by. Another spark beat close by comfortingly for a moment before fading into the distance.