A/N: i literally almost squealed with joy while writing this chapter! i hope it does not disappoint anyone! it maybe be short, but its very, very sweet, BY THE BY! the song in the last chapter was They're coming to take me away haha by Napolan IXV I DO NOT OWN IT!

Disclaimer: I do not own transformers. I do not own Magma-Blast or Starstriker, I do own Disconnect and Twitch ( only partly owned because they were created by Autobot-Fangirl0203 I own how they interact and what they look like) I do own the storyline, and my own OC that will be making an appearance later on within the story.

Times table.

Astrosecond: 1 Second

Breem: 1 Minute

Joor: 1 Hour

Orn: 1 Day

Deca-Cycle: 1 Week

Orbital Cycle: 1 Month

Vorn: 1 Year

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Chapter six. It's madness I tell you!

He felt weightless. He couldn't see, he wasn't venting, the only thing he could do was feel but the only thing that he was allowed to feel, was weightless.

It was black, an endless sea of black nothingness as his body hopelessly floated on top of its murky water.

If the green autobot could think, he would've been afraid of the water, who knows what kind of creatures dwell inside of the deep black menacing sea?

He thought nothing, though. Only the feeling of being a feather at mercy to the wind, he couldn't feel his siblings worry through the bond, he couldn't feel the pain that had struck him in to stasis, he felt at peace here, numb from the universe, as innocent as a sparkling, no images of death stormed his processor, no pictures of his family.

But the longer he remained the quicker his processor struggled to remember, remember who he was. His reason in the universe, his processor battled, it fought with an unknown strength, trying trying so hard to remember...

He was Disconnect. One of the last Autobot's on a planet known as earth, he had three siblings, Starstriker, Magma Blast and Twitch. His creators were NightWave Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, he had always wanted to grow up to be a medic, he served the leader of the Autobot's, Optimus Prime. He was green and black, and had a weapon he created himself that resembled a whip, he had recently been split from his siblings when he was attack by...he was attacked by...

He felt his memories slip away.

His name was Disconnect one of the last Autobot's on a planet known as earth, he had three siblings, Starstriker, Magma Blast and Twitch, His creators were NightWave Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, he had always wanted to grow up to be a medic. He served the leader of the Autobot's Optimus prime he was green and... He was... He...

His...His name was Disconnect one of the last Autobot's on planet earth, he had three siblings, Starstriker, Magma Blast and Twitch, His creators were NightWave, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, he had always wanted to grow up to be a medic, he served the leader of the Autobot's ...Op... Opt... O... Who?

His processor continued to fight as the sea threatened to take away his dignity.

His name was Disconnect one of the last Autobot's on a planet known as earth, he had three siblings Starstriker, Magma blast and Twitch
His creators were... His creators... His...

His name was Disconnect, one of the last Autobot's on a planet known earth he had three... Three.. He had... He had three what?

His name was Disconnect one of the last Autobot's on a planet... One of the last Autobot's on...

Losing, his processor was losing.

His name was Disconnect he was one of the last... Au..

His name was Disconnect...

His name was Disconnect...

His name was Dis

His name was...

His name...

Did he even have one?

"Wake up! Come on!"

"Listen kid your going to be alri..."

Magma Blast

The small child in his back seat looked out of his tinted window with pure innocent blue optics, her face was plain with no emotion, so it was hard to tell what the child was thinking, the joy and happiness that had once occupied the girls face had slowly died down the further he traveled away from her creator.

The black truck slowed its pace upon entering the abandoned town, he felt the girl shift against his leather interior, she pressed her face to the window as she looked out, her blue eyes wide and practically shining with recognition.

"This is my home!"
She yelled, causing the ford tremor to slam his breaks at the sere loudness of her tone, as quickly as the enjoyment found its way into her face, it left and the human child looked down.

"Sorry"
Magma Blast mentally shook his head and vented, he knew his reaction had gone overboard, but the little human femme scared him, that's all. And for some reason, he did like the smile on the little girls face.

"It is okay, you just frightened me"
The nine year old girl perked up again and smiled at the dashboard, unbuckled her seat belt and crawled her way on to the front seat as she stood up, Magma had slowed down visibly to keep the child from falling.

"I grew up here"
She said, Magma already had that idea because his brother Disconnect had found her photo, so he had a pretty good idea where her home was at.

"We happen to live behind you're previous house hold."
She smiled, making the calm mech smile mentally, was it just him or were small human femmes smiles just so addictive?

He forcibly stopped upon seeing a familiar Camaro speed up close to him, he opened his driver side door, and the child jumped out before he transformed.

"Oh brother I was so worried!"
The femme pulled him into a hug as he patted her back, the little girl at his pede looked up at the big femme and giggled.

"I'm Ally!"
Starstriker hastily pulled away upon hearing the new, excited high-pitched voice, she looked down and smiled at the small human sparkling at her brothers pede she then looked back at Magma giving him a look as if to say, 'what were thinking?' he picked up on it and shrugged, so Starstriker bent down.

"Hey little femme, I'm Starstriker"
The little girl giggled again and jumped, Magma just smiled at her attempt to size up the femme.
"Can I call you Star?"
Starstriker nodded softly before setting her servo to the ground, the human sparkling scrambled onto it and hugged one of her digits.

"I knew someone would save earth! You guys are gonna save us!"
Magma felt a strong sense of discomfort through their sibling bond, coming from Startstriker, before a a ping of pride moved it away.

"We will little Ally"
Magma decided to rain on the parade.
"Have you seen Disconnect or Twitch?"
He asked his sister, Starstrikers smile faded as she straitened, dropping the human onto her shoulder.

"Twitch is here, he had a nasty glow to his optic... But I... I haven't seen Disconnect"

Starstriker's voice cracked as she said their youngest name, Magma looked down and growled, he should not have ordered his brother to separate! He had little fighting experience! He set him up against four. Maybe five cons that were undoubtedly bigger then him! How could he have been so foolish?

"He'll come round, Magma, lets just go try and fix up that hand"
Magma Blast had hardly remembered getting his servo severed, he did remember to subspace the missing limb though, Starstriker was no medic, she hardly had as much experience as Disconnect did, but it would have to do.

Before Starstriker could turn around he plucked Ally from her shoulder and curled his servo gently around her, he felt her warm flesh burry into his equally warm metals, smiling hardly under his mask he walked on.

Disconnect

Beep. Beep. Beep.

What was that constant sound? And where was he? Why did everything feel so... Warm? Had he been captured by the deceptions... Was he dead?

A million and more questions threatened Disconnects processor as he grumbled and attempted to shift his wings, they felt vaguely numb, if that was even a word to describe it, he could feel his wings, he could feel the metal against them... But, where was the pain? Didn't he just get both his wings harmed?

Beep, beep, beep,

There it is. That noise again, where was it coming from? And why was it so. . . Dark?

The mech spread his servos out and fingered the object he was on, he then started to feel his body, and sure enough, he was connected to a wire.

Beep, beep, beep.

Of course! How could he have been so ignorant? It was a spark monitor! But... When did Magma Blast get a spark monitor?

The mech snapped his optics online. The door was dim, a single lightbulb hung creepily from the celling, it swung slowly back and forth as if there was a slight wind. The green mech focused on the swaying lightbulb, was it just him? Or was there actually a breeze in the room? And once again... Where was he?

The mech looked himself over when his blue optics landed on his arm... His left arm.

Hadn't it been blown off?

He used his right servo as he traced his arm with his digit, only small scars remained to show that it had even been severed, he looked down to his left servo and sighed. He was still two digits short, but he felt no pain, he was a bit depressed upon seeing only three digits left on his left servo.

Beep, beep, beep.

Disconnect outwardly groaned, okay: he was fine, he was awake, did he really need to be hook up to this thing? The beeping sound was driving him mad! He felt of he spent another breem in this slagging small creepy room he would surly end up killing something!

He stopped in his thoughts... Did he just say he would kill something? He visibly shook as he wrapped his arms around himself... Primus, kill something? He never wanted to harm anything! Why was he thinking like this? Why did he have this feeling of complete hatred? And who was it thrown towards?

He almost leaked himself when the door to the room opened and a large mech with red and white paint walked in... Was that, Ratchet? No, no... Ratchet had orange and white paint... Was he.. Related? Disconnect found himself tilting his head at the mech.

The red and white mech who he could only presume was some type of medic- looked young, he was indeed older then himself, but it couldn't be past a few vorns. He was fourteen vorns old.. This mech looked... At least twenty maybe twenty five vorns old. And he had blue optics. He had blue optics! He was an autobot! Disconnect had to hold himself back from throwing his small frame into the bigger mech and hugging him to death.

The red mech turned towards Disconnect with a small smile, he thumbed the edge of a data pad as he walked over.

"How are you feeling?"
He asked, his tone gentle as he walked to the spark monitor and switched it off, Disconnect outwardly sighed and looked up to his savior.

"I feel a lot better then I had before, thank you for saving me."
The red mech smiled once again before shaking his head, he set the data pad on Disconnects lap and looked towards the door.

"It's not me you should be thanking, It's Wheeljack"

Wheeljack? He remembered the name... He was a scientist! Wasnt he! Oh yes! His memories were coming back! He was the mech that had taught him mostly about science and how to make weapons! How could he forget a friend like that? Where was he! Disconnect just had to see him!

He could hardly contain his excitement as his door wings perked up and shook with glory, Wheeljack! He thought that old exploding mech had fled for Cybertron! What was he doing here? And Primus he had to thank the living scrap out of that mech for saving his tail pipe.

The overly excited medic trainee quite literally sprang from the berth.

Only to meet the floor, lagit, like, hello face, meet floor name make friends.

Disconnect groaned as he tried to stand, warm arms wrapped under his armpits and helped him up, Disconnect smiled at the medic, their touch lingered for a minuet before the red mech pulled away akwardly.

Disconnect rubbed the back of his helm as he vented at the abnormal contact, was it just him, or was the red mechs servos on his metal, making his vents kick on a normal thing?

"Uh.. I never got your name."

Disconnect said alwardly, shuffling his pedes, he had completely forgotten about Wheeljack at that moment while his processor swelled with embarisment.

The red and white mech stuck his servo out for a human gesture Disconnect recognized as a hand shake.
"First Aid"

Disconnect smiled and took First Aids servo.
"Disconnect"
First aid nodded swiftly as he shook the green mechs hand, they stayed like that for a minuet as First Air looked the young mech in his optics. He could have sworn he had seen a hidden emotion inside, and that's when the medic realized, his optics weren't just blue, they were blue and white. Well, most Autobot's optics were blue and white but one could clearly see the white lingering in his optics like a light show. Before he knew what he was saying First Aid spoke.

"You have nice looking optics."

Really? Did he just say that? He mentally threw a wrench at his own head -a trick he learned from Ratchet mind you- disconnect ended the hand shake and again rubbed at the back of the head.

"Uh, th-thanks"
He just stutter? When was the last time he did that? When he was four? He vented and backed away from First aid, not enough to make the mech think he disliked him but enought to regain his personal space.

"I guess ill take you to Wheeljack now, I'm not sure when the others will be back from Energon stealing from the cons"
First aid said sullenly. He continued with a nervous chuckle.
"Times are tough, ya know? It's hard to stay alive now a days..."

Disconnect nodded, still feeling vaguely stiff from the hand shake, but he brushed it off and left the small room with First Aid.

They walked down a short corridor that had five different rooms that he could only think were berth rooms, branching off from it, where were they anyway?

The main room consisted of a large computer, a few cybertronian sized couches and a large television, never could Disconnect describe how relaxed he felt when his optics landed on that beautiful large technology. He was inturuped from his fascinations when two large and strong arms lifted him up into the air and quite literally squeezed the scrap out of him.

"Disconnect? Is that you? My little mech! I'm so glad you're alive!"
Disconnect smiled as he continued to be swong around by the excited scientist, finally after a breem Wheeljack set him down, his hands moving away only for a second as the youngling launched himself into his mentors arms.

"Wheeljack! Wheeljack! I miss you, oh things have been so hard, me and My siblings have had to do many, many bad things! Oh Wheeljack! I just want to find my creators and go to Cybertron an leave this planet!"

The mech quite literally poured his spark out to his grandfather like figure, purple coolant finding its ways past his optics. He hadn't realized how much he truly missed his comrades, his friends, his family, but now that he's here, he felt at peace, except one thing was missing...

"I miss you too and I'm so sorry you had to go through with this, sweet youngling."
Wheeljack set the leaking mech onto the metal floor and knelt down to his height.
"Are your siblings alright? Are they.. Alive?"

Disconnect froze. That's what was missing! Three things were missing actually! His siblings! He threw his hands in the air and began to pace, sending feelings of confusement and worry through there sibling bond.

He almost face planted when he felt worry, and a feeling he couldn't quite put into words, but the closest words he could use to describe it would be 'reunited'

Unaware at the two mechs watching Disconnect pace as he basically bond-spoke to his siblings, he sent feelings of safety and recognition to them, to get back excitement and eagerness, oh how he wished he could tell them where he was!

"Ah got some of da Energon, fade'll be comin' in soo- DISCONNECT?"

His spark literally exploded upon hearing the mechs voice, he would know that tone anywhere, he spun on his pedes forgetting about everything in the world as his blue optics met his uncles White-with-suprised visor. He couldn't control himself any longer, he sent 'extreme excitement and love' through the bond before letting his sparkling side get the better of him, with a loud femme like squeal Disconnect threw himself at the mech.

"JAZZ!"

They're bodys connected as Jazz literally fell to his knees holding his nephew, he had never felt so relieved him his life to see one of his sisters sparklings still alive, it didn't matter to Jazz at the moment where the others were, it just mattered that at least one was safe.

The hell that had once dragged the saboteur into complete depression, the anger at the Decepticons, the hurt for losing his (non related) sister as well as Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had imploded from the visored mech's mind as he held his nephew. his right servo cupped around his helm as his left held the youngling as close as physically possible to his frame.

The saboteur had never really acted like this around anybot but just then, it didn't matter if anyone saw him breakdown, it didn't matter if they saw the purple coolants of joy sneak out from under his visor. It didn't matter.

He was just glad he was alive and hadn't died at the hands of the cons.
They weren't the last ones on earth, they had a chance, a small chance, but still a chance.

'Oh Primus, I am afraid for my siblings safety, please let us not be the only ones on earth'

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