Right then, I think I may be getting back on top of things. Well, touch wood. (Touches the top of my head) OW! Splinters! Anyway, the mental block has been moved enough that a sufficient amount of the story can make its way through. So here goes.

Disclaimer: I own nothing! (Except the Professor)

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Wheeljack was pacing in his laboratory, lost in thought. That woman earlier today, there was something familiar about her. But what? Something he knew he had felt before. He stopped and growled, slamming his hand down on the table. The usually pacifistic engineer was slowly but surely losing it. He knew that he had heard something last night! He knew he had heard someone speaking! He knew it! He wasn't going crazy! He wasn't! He couldn't be. He slumped into a chair and rested his face in his hands.

"Oh Professor. If only you were here. You'd know what to say, what to do. You'd know how to make me feel better." He sighed and sat up. "Oh look at me, I'm talking to myself now." He sat forward, about to get up. That's when he saw it. At first, he thought it was nothing more than a piece of scrap, but upon closer inspection, he found that it was very familiar. Standing, he walked towards the small pile, picking it up. It had already been welded together in a crude cube shape, but one side was missing. There was evidence that it had once held circuitry, although it was very burnt out now. Parts had been obviously hammered down, though there were parts that had melted from extreme heat. It was very, very familiar. He activated his comlink.

"Ratchet, could you come to my laboratory for a moment? I have something to show you."

: I'm a bit busy, 'Jack. Unless you're injured, it'll have to wait: He sighed, ending the communication. Of course he was busy. It had been a pretty hectic battle today. There were injuries. Putting the item into subspace, he left the lab, heading to the Med Bay. Perhaps he could make himself useful and help out.

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Why had he come here? Spike hadn't been down here for months. Everything looked just the way it had before, all except for the patch in the centre. That was gone. He sighed, leaning against the wall. It felt strange in here, knowing that the TARDIS wasn't there. He glanced at the ground, willing the tears away. He looked up and frowned when something caught his eye. There something shrewdly buried under the sand and dust, something metallic. Walking over to it, he dropped to his knees and brushed the sand away. The same metal. The very same metal. He lifted it, squinting. There was something written on a clear patch, but he couldn't make it out, not in this light. Tucking it under his arm, he hurried to the Med bay.

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"Thanks for your help, 'Jack. They were only minors, but there were a lot of them." Ratchet wiped down the berth as Wheeljack put the instruments away. "So, what was it you wanted to show me?" Wheeljack was about to answer when Spike came in.

"Ratch, 'Jack, I think I've found the last piece!" He held it out in front of him. Sure enough, there it was- the final piece to the puzzle. Ratchet bent and took it from him, inspecting it.

"Sure looks like it, kid." Placing it on the berth, he pulled the rest if the metal out of his subspace pocket. With all the care and accuracy of a seasoned medic, he began welding it to the rest of the puzzle. Once he was finished, he smoothed down the lines. The puzzle was complete. A hexagon, with a circle overlapping it. Wheeljack pulled air in through his intakes in a gasp.

"What is it?"

"I...I don't believe it! That symbol! She inscribed it on our sonic wave disruptor! She wanted an emblem, and she said that she thought it was the best one. Something simple, something recognisable. This was her design, so I told her to pick it."

"So, you think this is part of the disruptor?" Spike asked. Wheeljack shook his head and pulled the rest of the ruined item from subspace.

"No, I think it's the final part of the disruptor." He set it down on the berth next to it. Ratchet looked at the scientist. "I found it Ratch. Just now." Spike shook a little.

"Spike? What's the matter? You've gone very pale." The medic immediately ran a diagnostic check on the human. His heart rate had increased, as had the number of his respirations.

"Th-that day...I helped her put the instrument into her ship. Every single piece. And now it's here." Silence descended upon the med bay. Ratchet looked back at the burnt out item. He frowned and looked closer.

"There's something inscribed here, but I can't understand it. It's not a language I'm familiar with."

"Perhaps we should let the others know. Maybe they can help?"

"It might help, but I don't know." The CMO looked to his friend. "Get everyone who has received a piece of this, including Optimus. Get them to come to the med bay. Like Spike said, only those who knew the Professor, and I mean really knew her, know about this. I think only we are supposed to know." He nodded and left.

"What do you think, Ratchet?"

"I don't know, Spike. I just don't know."

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Within moments, the bay was filled with mumbling mechs. Carly had come along too. Ratchet had fixed the metal piece on to the rest of the device, the symbol pointing upwards. Optimus bent over, looking at the inscription.

"I'm sorry Ratchet, but I have never seen that language in my life. I don't understand it."

"Maybe we're not meant to?"

"Oh yeah Sides, of course. Someone just happened to inscribe something onto the side that no one is supposed to read." Sunstreaker placed his hands on his hips and cocked his superoptic ridge.

"Well I don't hear you coming up with anything, Sunshine." Sideswipe scared up to his brother.

"Watch it!" The yellow twin pushed him.

"You watch it!" he yelled, pushing back.

"Stop it, the both of you! This is no time for squabbling." The Twins bowed their heads and stopped their argument immediately. Spike looked at it carefully. Something was familiar about it, and he was sure that he could understand a few words. He couldn't concentrate on it, though. Their meanings kept fading and coming back, fading and coming back, fading and...

"Guys? Something's happening!" They turned. Carly looked at the writing too.

"What is it, Spike?"

"I can...I can read it! I understand it! But how?"

"What does it say?" Bumblebee glanced up at the human stood on the berth. Strange, he didn't remember Spike having a woman's voice, and it wasn't Carly's either.

"When you look to the skies, you see the stars. But it's what's beyond the stars, around the stars, on the stars and even in the stars that's the most interesting and exciting mystery of all."

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Yikes! I'm evil sometimes! Chapter four up! I'll apologise now, I know this story isn't my best. But it won't leave me alone.

Hope you're still enjoying it!