SQUEE! I DID IT! PART 7 ALL EDITED! If anythign doesn't make sense, too bad! No seriously, it's 4 AM, if there's something wrong with this chapter, tell me!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Transformers, and if there is any chapter i failed to note that in, that doesn't mean I DO own it. 'cause i don't. not mine.

Now, without further ado! 19 pages of wonder Jazzy goodness!

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Once again Amy found herself sitting in the passenger seat of the silver Pontiac solstice she had come to know as a best friend she can say just about anything to. Trigger sat on the steering wheel, swaying with it as it kept its bulbous blue optic on the road. Truth be told, it was not controlling the car's movement, but Jazz humored the little robot, and let it sit on the steering wheel all the same. A pleasant silence filled the air, as the heart-throbbing engine powered the car down the freeway.

Amy smiled and turned to look at the hologram sitting cross-legged in the seat. She opened her mouth to say something, but the intended words were replaced by a melodious belch.

Trigger cackled madly, and Amy covered her mouth.

"You jus' full o' new tricks." Jazz's voice rumbled.

Amy patted her chest. "Guess so." She sighed.

Jazz nodded. "Das coo'." He watched Trigger for a moment, thinking about how strange it was to see and feel the road, and also what was happening inside as well.

"I can't believe I kissed you." Amy glared jokingly at Jazz. "Well," Her face softened. "I guess it was just your hologram driver."

"See," Jazz placed gripped the steering wheel. "Now, why you gotta be hatin'?" He looked at Amy exasperatedly. "One minute we laughin', an' you jus' wont' stop goin' on 'bout it, an' now you hatin'!"

Amy stared at Jazz staring at her for a moment then burst out laughing. "Oh my god! I just realized you talk like that!"

Jazz raised an eyebrow. "Like what?" The hologram fizzed.

"I don't know how to describe it." Amy snickered.

Jazz gave her a pointed look that made Amy think the Autobot really would shoot her in the ass if he had the chance.

"Oh!" Amy clapped her hands. "Like a polite gangsta."

Jazz's eyebrow only raised higher.

Amy grinned, and looked out the window.

"Whachu talkin'-" Jazz started.

"Bullet Butt." Amy interrupted.

Jazz laughed, leaning his head on the steering wheel.

Trigger, distracted by the road, stepped up onto the black hologram's head, and continued to watch the road.

Amy smiled, pleased with herself, and looked back out the window.

It was morning by the time they made it back to the Lennox's house. Ironhide caught up to them halfway there, and Jazz reiterated the conversation about "Bullet Butt". Ironhide slammed on the brakes in a flurry of smoke, and his laughter could be heard for almost a mile. Amy rolled her eyes.

Sarah Lennox sat in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, and the newspaper, busying herself with the crossword puzzle. She looked up at the clock, and wondered if Amy would come back soon. Annabelle squealed in her high-chair, and attempted to gnaw on the counter.

"No, sweetie, that's not food." Sarah replenished the small stack of cereal-O's in front of the infant then looked back at her crossword, and sighed. "Daddy should be calling soon." She said absently.

Loud honking startled both of the girls. Annabelle squealed, already accustomed, if not attached to, Ironhide's blaring horn that drowned out Jazz.

Sarah gave a little gasp for Annabelle. "I think Amy came back!" She lifted Annabelle from her high chair.

Amy kicked the Silver sports car's passenger door open, and slammed it shut behind her. "Men." She shook her head.

Jazz transformed. "What?" Jazz shrugged.

Amy sighed, and shook her head.

"He started it." Jazz pointed at Ironhide.

Ironhide's engine rumbled.

"Hi Amy!" Sarah trotted out, Annabelle on her hip. "Good morning, Ironhide!" She waved at the black truck. She saw Jazz, and started. "Oh! Hello, welcome!"

Amy folded her arms, and huffed.

"What?" Sarah chuckled lightly. "You look aggravated."

Amy grumbled. "It doesn't matter what planet they come from; men are al alike."

Trigger squeaked an "uhhh-huh" from where it was nestled happily in Amy's hood, only its feet sticking out over the top.

"Amy, I think your hood just spoke." Sarah cleared her throat. "And it has feet.

"Huh?" Amy glanced over her shoulder. "Oh yeah! This is Trigger." Amy beamed, and trotted over to Ironhide. She climbed up the side of the bed, and pulled a Hello Kitty suitcase out. She handed it to Trigger, who strained for a moment then fell eye-first into the ground. "Huh?" She looked at the dust rising. "Trigger!" She groaned.

Trigger dragged the suitcase along the dirt until Jazz rolled his eyes, and picked Trigger up suitcase, and all.

"Need some help?" Sarah walked up.

"Um," Amy handed her a bag of amenities. "You can take that," She reached back in, and pulled out another bag. "Trigger, come and get these groceries!" Amy called.

Trigger fluttered down from Jazz's hand.

Later, after Amy had settled into the attic bedroom, she leaned out the window, she kicked back on the bed, and sighed.

"This looks like a cool place to kick it." Jazz said, peering in the large window.

Amy glanced over. "AA!" she fell off the bed. Quickly righting herself, she peered over the bed. "GEEZUZ, you scared me!" She snapped.

"Hadn't noticed." Jazz teased.

Amy walked over to the window, and leaned out. "I forgot about you." She said, rubbing a piece of dust off of Jazz's cheek.

Jazz rolled his optics behind the visor, and shook his head a little. "Hey," He looked around. "Where'd tiny go?"

"Trigger?" Amy looked around the room, and spied the small round robot on the small round table playing scrabble with a old French fry that kept cheating, or so it did in Trigger's mind.

Amy sighed. "I think the French fry is cheating."

Jazz's mouth hung open slightly, and Amy could picture the clueless look the hologram had given her when she had tried to describe Jazz's lack of eloquence to him.

"'EY!" Ironhide shouted from around the corner of the house.

"What?" Jazz looked at him, a little peeved that he was interrupting.

Amy leaned farther out the window, and barely managed to spot the black robot at the end of the house.

"I have been asked to inform you of a-" He turned, and muttered something then looked back. "B-B-Q."

Amy whooped. "YAY! I LOVE YOU SARAAAAH!" She cheered, running out of the room.

"C'mon, tiny!" Jazz snapped his fingers. "Let's go."

Trigger's head flaps perked up like listening ears. It fluttered over to the window, and teetered on the edge as it looked down at the groundb below that seemed to blur in and out of its optical sensors.

"Get a move on!" Ironhide shouted.

Trigger fluttered out the window, hovered for a moment then wailed as it plummeted uncomfortably into a bush of pink flowers below.

Jazz turned. He looked at the window then at the rustling pink foliage below. "Th' hell wazzat fo'."

Ironhide grumbled. "Suicidal Christmas ornament." He shook his head, and disappeared around the corner.

Trigger burst from the bush, shook leaves from its body, and leaned back, peering up at the second story window it had unceremoniously fallen from. It hobbled in its own little robot-eye way down the length of the house.

Amy ran down the stairs, and exploded out the back door. She looked around then followed the scent of coals to the side of the house.

"Took you long enough." Sarah chuckled.

Annabelle sat in a high chair by the picnic table, gnawing on a teething ring. She burbled at Ironhide, who was sitting against the side of the house, shaded by his shadow.

"What time is it? Should you really be grilling this early?" Amy asked, sliding onto the seat.

"Are you kidding? Old reliable take a few hours to even heat up." Sarah chuckled.

"Old...reliable?" Amy asked slowly.

"Yeah. Well, it was Will's dad's grill, and he won't let me get rid of it." Sarah shrugged.

"Ah." Amy made a face at Annabelle.

Annabelle grunted at Amy.

"Hey! I know!" Sarah beamed. She walked over, and sat across from Amy. "We'll make kind of a party out of it."

Amy raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"I dunno, to celebrate you getting settled. Come on, it'll be fun." She smiled.

Amy shrugged. "Who would we invite?"

Sarah thought for a minute. "Well, Will's army buddies are always up for burgers and steaks, heh, and beer no doubt."

"Hah." Amy chuckled.

"Oh! That nice Witty-no-wickity?" Sarah scratched her head. "I can never pronounce his last name. Anyway-Sam, and his friend Mikaela."

"Oh Mikaela, yeah I know her...I think..." Amy made a confused face then smiled. "Pretty sure I know here, unless we're talking about two completely different Mikaela."

"How many Mikaela's are aquainted with giant robots?" Sarah asked pointedly.

Amy nodded. "Good point."

Jazz scanned the area, and found nothing of any consequence to concentrate on. He turned, and his scanner flitted over Amy briefly then he paused, and turned back. He narrowed the beam a little, and picked up a strange anomaly in Amy's neural processor. He turned off his sensor when Amy turned.

"Hey! Stop burning cancerous holes in my head with your scanning do-hicky!" Amy shouted, covering her head with her arms.

"Jus' lookin' at ya! Calm down!" Jazz snapped.

Amy sighed. "I think I need a brain adjustment."

"Why?" Sarah chuckled. "You act like a normal couple to me."

Amy started. "What?"

Sarah eyed her. "You are a couple, aren't you?"

Amy pouted a little. "Is it that obvious that we like each other?"

Sarah nodded. "Implicitly."

Trigger padded around a tumbleweed, drawing a circle around it. A slight breeze kicked up, and the light-weight brush bounced away. Trigger made an "aww" noise, seeing it's circle mere centimeters from being finished. It kicked the dust, and looked up at the particles floating on the breeze. "uuuuuuu." Something bleeped on its sensor, but was gone as quickly as it had showed up, but it was Trigger's nature to panic, and it wailed, and ran as fast as its little legs could carry it over to the picnic table. It leaped onto the surface, startling Sarah, and dove into Amy's sweatshirt.

"Trigger! Dammit, Trigger, get out of there!" Amy cursed, trying to pull the eyeball out of her shirt.

Trigger huddled inside the sweatshirt, and trembled at the thought of a Decepticon here.

"What is that thing?" Sarah gasped.

"This is Trigger; the little robot I told you about." Amy unzipped the sweatshirt. Trigger rolled out onto the table close up, looking like a pewter baseball. The vibrating resonated off of the picnic table, and made Sarah raise an eyebrow.

"I see," Sarah picked it up, the small robot still trembling. "It's...um...interesting. Is this all it does, vibrate?" She asked.

Amy reached out, and took Trigger. "No, its usually really friendly. Something must have scared it." She turned, and spotted Jazz. "What the hell did you do to Trigger?" She accused.

"Ah didn't do nothin'!" Jazz shouted.

Amy rolled her eyes. "Sure."

Trigger peeked out through a small hole that opened up like a lense. It looked around, and emerged more.

"So yeah, it transforms into a baseball. My dad and I fixed it up, and when it was finished, it scanned the garage, and came up with this. My dad had one just like it with Babe Ruth's signature engraved on it." Amy explained nostalgically.

Trigger extended its feet, and sidled to the edge. It peered over, saw only dirt then shot its vision up to the skies. Nothing. It was so relieved that it fell backward onto the surface of the table.

"Oh." Sarah gasped.

"Don't worry, it's fine. It falls a lot." Amy said matter-of-factly. "Be right back." Amy slid out of the picnic table, and ran into the house.

Jazz watched Amy enter the house in a hurry, and walked curiously to her bedroom window.

Amy clambered up the steps, and into her attic room. She dug into the suitcase, and pulled out a small silver locket. "Oh thank god." She sighed with relief, and clasped it around her neck.

" 'Ey." Jazz leaned an elbow in the window. "Wassat?"

Amy smiled. "This," she walked over to the window, and sat on his elbow. Jazz leaned closer, and looked at the locket as Amy held it open. "This is my mom and dad."

"So what's their story?"

Amy smiled. "Well, my dad loved everything Japanese in the world, and joined the army so he could be stationed there. Then he met my mother, who was Japanese, and an English teacher to boot. We all lived in Japan for a while until my dad was stationed in Mission City just last year. We've been here ever since." She leaned against Jazz's head, which was right next to her as he looked at the locket.

"That's coo'. I get him," He pointed to her dad's picture. " an' I get her, but," he looked at Amy. "I don' get you."

Amy sniffed. "Why is that?"

"You been through shit the pas' couple days." Jazz said.

Amy glanced at the silver Autobot, and sat up. "Yeah, I have."

"Why you gotta act so tough?" Jazz leaned on the side of the house, his head close to Amy expectantly.

Amy shrugged. "I was raised not to dwell on things, and the past few days have hit me; several times in fact." She smiled slightly.

Jazz nodded. "uh-huh, I 'member dat."

Amy's smile grew a little. "Sorry," She let her eyes fall at Jazz's feet, and slowly dragged them up his body, looking at every wire, every chassis, every armor plating until her eyes were on his face again. "I didn't mean to take it out on you."

"I got my own shit. I don't need yours." Jazz said slowly, and clearly.

Amy nodded. "Okay." She folded her arms.

"Why'd you run away like dat?"

Amy shrugged. "I dunno. I've never been one for party planning."

Trigger ran down the side of the house, making puffing noises as it approached Jazz's feet. It looked up, and saw Amy sitting on the windowsill. It fluttered up to the window, but going up was much more effort than going down. Trigger huffed, and puffed, and started to fall. It reached out its chord arms, and hung on the window sill for a moment before the pulley engaged, and it clicked its way to the edge of the windowsill where it rolled under Amy's knees, and dropped on the floor with a thunk.

"Y'know, you're gonna make yourself loopy doing that." Amy sighed. "Dropping all the time; I oughta get you a helmet."

Jazz chuckled. "Somehow, ah don' think that would do nothin'."

Amy shrugged, and sighed.

The pair sat in silence for a moment as Trigger rolled its way back to the round table to have another go at scrabble with the ld French fry. This time it had a plan to keep the fry from cheating, but then again it could only be said that Trigger was bored out of its eye to play games with a French fry.

Jazz nudged Amy gently with his elbow.

Amy would normally do something outrageously melodramatic, but instead she just let him push her a little, her eyes fixated on the horizon.

"Was' crackin in that lil' head ah yours?" Jazz murmured.

Amy shrugged. "So much has changed this month. Mom died," she looked at Jazz. "I met a group of giant robots," She sighed. "Almost got killed by a police car."

Trigger beeped.

"Twice." Amy reiterated. Trigger abandoned the game, having the attention span of a gnat, and fluttered over to Amy.

"Yeh, but shit happens." Jazz shrugged.

"I guess." Amy sighed. "But just two days ago everything was so blissfully normal. We had plans to go to the beach on my birthday."

"Yo what day?" Jazz's visor slid up, he squinted against the sun, and the visor slid down again.

Amy giggled. "My birthday." She said again. "But it doesn't matter. I have better things to think about than turning eighteen."

"Oh yeah?" Sarah peeked in.

"Hey Sarah." Amy smiled. "Sorry about just taking off like that."

"It's okay. I shut off the grill; we should wait for Will to get back anyway." Sarah walked over, and sat on the bed, facing Amy. "so, your birthday, is it?"

Amy sighed. "I was hoping no one would find out."

"Th' hell is so important about dis birthday thing?" Jazz folded his arms.

"It's the day of my birth. I don't know why humans celebrate it, but I get presents...usually." Amy explained, shrugging.

Jazz was thoroughly confused, but he liked the present idea. "Dats coo'."

"What's even cooler is us three girls are going to lunch." Sarah smiled.

Amy sighed. "You really don't have to."

"Yes I do!" Sarah exclaimed indignantly. "What kind of hostess would I be if I didn't treat you on your birthday?" she winked. "Come on," Sarah clapped her hands, and stood. "There's this restaurant in town with the best barbeque sandwiches you've ever had, and it has outdoor seating, so we can enjoy this nice weather." She paused in the doorway. "So, put on your best, and we'll head out."

Amy nodded. She walked over to the suitcase sitting on her bed, and pulled out the silver dress with the black ribbon around the middle. She started to take off her shirt, and turned.

Jazz looked away quickly. Amy sidled over to the window, and closed it then continued to change. She dug for a nice black leather jacket she had, made slightly thinner than conventional leather jackets, and had a silver music note embroidered on the back with the caption "all that jazz" underneath it.

Trigger tied the black sash tightly with triumphant squeak. Amy pulled on the jacket, and ran her newly bought brush over her short black hair. It stuck out incessantly save for her bangs, which curled slightly over her face.

Trigger hovered, and pulled a silver hair ribbon out of the pocket of Amy's purse, and wrapped it around her head, tying it in a small knot at the back of her neck.

Amy turned. "So? Am I in my best?" she asked, spreading her arms wide.

Trigger clapped its little frayed hands.

"Oh, Trigger," Amy took one of its little arms in her hand, letting him rest in her opposite palm. "Look what's happened to your little arms. She pouted. I hope you're not in any pain. I bet Ratchet can fix that."

Trigger sighed, and fluttered its head flaps.

Amy smiled. "Maybe a trip to the city will cheer you up. Haven't been to Mission City in a while, have we?" She picked up her purse, and perched Trigger on her shoulder. Trigger withdrew its arms, and beeped happily.

Amy pulled on her favorite pair of black boots that had belonged to her dad, and clashed with everything she owned, and ran down the stairs, and out the door.

Trigger mewled, and sidled down Amy's arm as they walked down the street from the parking lot. It pawed at Amy's purse until it opened the outside pocket, and slipped inside. The purse bulged noticeably, and fell slightly as Trigger sighed, and shifted sadly.

"Aw, c'mon Trigger," Amy peered into her purse. "Don't you want to see the buildings and people?"

"What's wrong with it?" Sarah asked, pushing Annabelle in her stroller. The infant was bright-eyed, and looking around at the city with interest.

Trigger beeped sadly.

"He's embarrassed because people keep staring at him weird." Amy sighed.

"It gets embarrassed?" Sarah raised an eyebrow.

Amy nodded. "Yes. Frequently. It like children, but most people are afraid of Trigger; can't imagine why though."

Sarah cleared her throat. "It could be because it's a giant eyeball."

Trigger wailed.

"Of course they want to see you. People love you." Amy said, hopefully helpful.

Trigger made an uh uh noise.

"Remember the super market lady?" Amy smiled.

Trigger peeked out of the pocket, and hummed.

"She liked you, and the fast food workers thought you were cool. I know people here will like you." Amy's smile grew.

Trigger's pupil grew wider, and a picture of Jazz appeared on the screen.

Amy blushed slightly. "Of course Jazz likes you." She smiled.

Trigger grumbled.

"He's not here because he doesn't eat. Besides, who wants to wait around for us to finish?" She shrugged.

Trigger twittered, and cooed.

"I know you do, but manage to entertain yourself." Amy sighed, and gave up encouraging a lost cause.

Trigger poked its head out, and watched the people and traffic go by. It saw Bumblebee sitting outside the restaurant they were going to, in vehicle mode, and twittered happily as Amy walked by into the café. Bumblebee sent back a response message in Cybertronian, equally as happy to see the little robot out and about.

"How many?" The seating hostess asked.

"Three." Sarah smiled.

"This way please."

They followed the woman out the back door of the restaurant to the outdoor seating area.

"Amy!" Mikaela called from across the restaurant. Sam sat across from her.

"Hi." Amy said softly, and waved slightly.

"Oh, that's Sam." Sarah smiled.

"Yeah." Amy nodded, and sat down.

Sarah busied herself getting Annabelle into the high chair. "You can go over, and say hi if you want." She smiled.

"Nah." Amy shook her head. "I don't know them that well."

Trigger tumbled out of Amy's purse, and onto the glass-top table. It quickly ran to hide itself, and crouched behind the salt and pepper shakers, and peered between them at Mikaela and Sam. It zoomed in its visuals, and watched the pair with growing interest. It raised is head flaps, which acted also acted as sound amplifiers, and pointed the flat end at the couple.

"I was wondering where she'd been." Mikaela sighed. "She hasn't answered any of my calls."

"Don't worry about her, she's fine." Sam said, picking at some fries on his plate. "Staying with Lennoxs I guess." The boy shrugged, and took a bite of pizza.

Mikaela nodded. "Yeah, she's okay, I guess, but I wish she would at least return my calls."

"Stop stressing, maybe she just doesn't like us." Sam said, a little put out.

Trigger made an "aww" noise.

"I mean I would feel better if she called, or came out with us once in a while." Mikaela sighed.

"Well, you can't do anything about that." Sam shrugged. "But if it really bothers you, just go ask her about it."

Trigger looked at Amy, and sighed. It wanted Amy to be happy, too, and at this rate she would push away the whole world, and be left all alone again. It looked back at the pair across the way, and was met with Mikaela's stomach getting closer to the table. It wailed, and fell backwards, its head flaps closing.

"Trigger." Amy started.

"Mikaela, hi!" Sarah beamed, sitting down.

"Hi Mrs. Lennox. How's your husband?" Mikaela smiled.

"He's fine. Away for the week in England." Sarah sighed. "But that's what it's like. He has three months of leave coming up soon, though, so we're going to take a vacation." She smiled.

"Cool, any idea where?" Mikaela asked.

"Mm, maybe the beach." Sarah shrugged thoughtfully.

"That's cool." Mikaela nodded then turned to Amy, who tried to look very interested in the menu. "How are you, Amy?"

Amy looked up slowly, one cheek puffed out. "Oh, hey Mikaela. I'm fine, thanks." She tried to smile.

Mikaela nodded. "I called a few times. Missed you at the movies yesterday."

"Movies? I haven't checked my phone." Amy lied, and looked back at the menu. In fact she had heard her phone ring the day before, and had ignored it entirely. "So, was that Bumblebee I saw parked out there?" She beamed, changing the subject.

Mikaela nodded, and smiled. "Yeah, he um," she paused, a little putout at the subject change. "He gave us a ride here, but y'know I thought he would have gone, or something." She shrugged.

Amy nodded again. She felt awkward talking to Mikaela, if it wasn't already obvious to anyone within a ten-foot radius. She shifted her legs, and whistled a bit then looked back up.

"Well, I don't' want to interrupt your evening, so call me sometime, okay?" Mikaela smiled again.

I wonder if her face gets stuck like that. Amy wondered. "sure." She said distractedly.

Trigger trotted over to Amy, and jumped onto her arm. It grabbed her jacket, and clung like a parrot.

"Bumblebee was asking about you." Mikaela said quickly. "He's kinda worried about you, y'know what with what has happened this week."

Amy looked up at Mikaela, relaxing. "Yeah? Well, tell him I'm okay."

"We're all worried about you, Amy." Mikaela added then walked back to her table.

"Come on." Sam walked past her.

"Wait, Sam!" Mikaela grabbed her jacket and purse, and caught up to Sam. "Hey, what about the check?"

"I already paid it!" Sam called.

"Well, Sarah turned to Amy. "That was intense. Do you not like Mikaela?" She asked.

Amy shrugged. "The jury's still out on that." She said, looking at the appetizers. "Ooh! Let's split a quish!" she beamed.

"That was so good, I'm totally stuffed!" Amy hugged her middle. Trigger was buried in her purse once again, peering out at the people walking by.

"Yeah, we ate so much, but look at the left overs!" Sarah beamed at Annabelle. "Daddy's gonna be so surprised."

Ironhide idled at the curb, half in stasis from sheer boredom.

"Okay, time to go home." Sarah cooed, picking up a very awake Annabelle.

"I think I'll walk around for a while." Amy snapped her fingers absently.

"Okay." Sarah glanced over her shoulder. "I have to get Anna home. She'll start fussing soon if I don't." She smiled.

Amy nodded. "That's cool. "See ya later, Ironhide." She waved.

"Take care, kid!" Ironhide called. Surprisingly enough, not one person noticed when the formless voice had called out to the teenage girl.

Amy crossed the street, her hands clutching the strap of her purse as her mind was occupied with thoughts of her mother, the autobots, Sam, Mikaela, Trigger, and most of all Jazz.

Amy's thoughts settled on her conversation with Mikaela at the restaurant. She took out her cell phone, and sighed. I guess I could call once in a while. She hopped across the zebra crossing absently, the music of the green signal still droning along. She had time.

"LOOK OUT!" Someone shouted from the sidewalk.

A police car sped toward Amy, intent on hitting her, a spastic silver robot giggling madly in the passenger seat.

A silver Pontiac solstice rammed the police car from the right side, sending both cars careening into the medium on the sidewalk as pedestrians and other drivers swerved and ran out of the way.

Amy sat in the middle of the crosswalk stupified, trigger gripping her arm like a vice, it's pupil enormous, and its whole body shaking. Her cell phone had slid a few feet away. Amy quickly gathered herself, and stood up shakily.

A dark yellow Camaro weaved through the wreck, and over to Amy. Sam and Mikaela got out, and ran over to Amy.

"Are you okay?" Mikaela asked breathlessly. "We saw Ironhide back there, and the cop car."

"Then Jazz sped-" Sam started.

"JAZZ!" Amy ran toward the silver car. As she neared, the police car transformed into Barricade, and threw the Pontiac off of him. Jazz transformed in mid-air, and landed on the adjacent street in robot mode. Amy gasped. "Jazz!" She turned to run to the silver autobot, but was picked up in a sharp, vice grip.

"WHERE IS THE KEY?" Barricade roared, holding Amy up. He so loathed touching the disgusting fleshling, but he could not allow it to escape with the key.

"Key?" Amy gasped. "The key, the key, what key?" Amy stammered, trying to push out of Barricade's grasp.

"GIVE ME THE KEY TO THE MATRIX!" Barricade roared.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Amy screamed back.

Barricade dropped her to the ground, and held up a buzz-saw like weapon on his left arm. A blast hit Barricade in the chest, sending the Decepticon careening into the building behind it.

"AMY, GET UP!" Jazz shouted.

Amy grabbed Trigger from where it had fallen next to her, and ran as fast as she could over to where Jazz and Bumblebee were crouched in defense behind Jazz's shield.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Mikaela asked, hugging Amy.

"No, I'm not okay! I was almost crushed by a delusional robot, what makes you think I would be okay?" Amy shrieked.

"She's fine." Jazz growled, shooting at Frenzy as the little robot attempted to make it's way over. The shots sent it scurrying back to Barricade as the Decepticon police car stood upright.

"Fire more plasma rounds!" Bumblebee instructed, firing the cannon on his right arm.

"I'm all out, that was my last one!" Jazz exclaimed firing normal rounds at the oncoming Decepticon. Each hit caused Barricade to stop, and step back a little.

"Get the children out of here!" Jazz instructed.

"But-"Bumblebee started to protest.

"Children?!" Amy huffed indignantly.

"That's an order, Autobot!" Jazz growled. "I'll hold him off!" Jazz ran out toward Barricade, and tackled the larger transformer to the ground, causing the ground to shake violently.

Bumblebee reluctantly transformed back into a Camaro. Sam bolted to the driver's seat.

"Amy, come on!" Mikaela grabbed Amy's arm.

Amy was so fixated on the battle that she didn't notice when Mikaela and Trigger pulled her toward Bumblebee, and threw her into the passenger seat as Mikaela climbed in behind her. With Amy half on Mikaela's lap, Bumblebee sped away, tires squealing.

The little voice in the back of Amy's head sighed. Why is it I'm always being thrown around?

"I'll get you yet!" Barricade roared, and made to go after the Camaro, but Jazz clotheslined him, sending the Decepticon to the ground in a surprised rage.

"Didn't see that comin', didja mutha fu-" Jazz's triumphant rant was interrupted as Barricade attempted to slash at him with the same buzzsaw-like weapon he had intended on pureeing Amy with.

"Bumblebee, go back! We can't just leave him!" Amy shouted as the Camaro sped down a back street through an empty construction site.

"He'll be fine," Mikaela exclaimed. "He can handle himself, Jazz is an excellent fighter, I've seen it, but we have to get out of here!"

"He saved my life several times! He's been fighting for me since day one! It's my turn to fight for him! I owe him." Amy growled.

"Lieutenant Jazz does not require our interference, we will only be in his way!" Bumblebee interrupted.

"That police car is gonna kill him, and I will not let that happen, so you turn around, or I will do something I really don't wanna do!" Amy shouted.

Bumblebee stayed silent, knowing there was nothing on Earth the human girl could do to stop him from getting the three teenagers to safety.

"I hope Autobots can't go deaf." Amy plugged her ears.

A high-pitched, ear-piercing shriek emanated from Trigger as it vibrated on the dashboard.

Mikaela and Sam plugged their ears.

"Make it stop!" Mikaela shouted.

"TURN AROUND!" Amy shouted over the shrieking.

Bumblebee didn't need to be told twice. The Camaro performed a tight, dangerous 180, and stopped only momentarily before speeding back in the opposite direction.

Trigger stopped keening.

"WHAT THE HELL!" Sam shouted.

"I need a toothpick." Amy said, ignoring Sam's shouting.

Barricade threw Jazz to the ground, and stabbed at him with the buzzsaw. Jazz rolled, the saw clipping his right side painfully. He stood up, and fired on Barricade, but he was slowing down, and the Decepticon could see it. Barricade grabbed the back of Jazz's neck as the silver Autobot attempted to escape, and pulled him back, thrusting the buzzsaw through Jazz's right side.

The silver Autobot cried out. Barricade let the saw slice out through his right side, and threw the Autobot into the wall of a shopping mall.

Jazz moaned, and tried to get up, but his right side sparked, metal grinding against metal, and sending pain up through his equivalent of Autobot nerves. Clear liquid oozed from a few severed tubes, and Jazz held his hand over his side, hoping to slow the fluids.

Barricade smirked, the buzz saw spinning threateningly as he walked toward him. "You are small," He growled. "And you are weak. You cannot protect the key to the Matrix. You have failed."

Jazz's side continued to spit sparks as he tried to move.

"HEY UGLY!" Amy shouted.

Barricade turned, only so patient with this human thing.

Amy held Trigger, a toothpick poised at the slat in its back.

"Mmm?" Barricade glared at the flesh pod standing before him.

"You have failed." Amy glared, and shoved the toothpick into Trigger's slat.

Trigger hiccupped a few times in Amy's hand then sneezed, sending a blue ball into Barricade's head.

Barricade stumbled to the side, and twitched on the ground.

"He's not gonna be down forever." Amy let trigger go as the small round robot fluttered around dizzily. She ran over to Jazz, and climbed up onto his leg, her head coming up to his shoulder. "You're hurt." She said needlessly.

"It's nuthin'." Jazz held his side tighter, the pain telling him it was not nothing, and he needed a medic, so why did this girl make him want to assure her all the time? It wasn't like him to lie about an injury; especially one as potentially fatal as the veritable hole in his side.

Bumblebee picked Amy off of Jazz's leg, and set her on the ground. He helped Jazz to his feet silently, and helped the silver Autobot get clear of the human shopping area.

Amy ignored the people yelling, and sirens wailing, and followed after the two Autobots with Sam and Mikaela.

The two Autobots settled in a desert area several miles outside the city. Amy perched on Jazz's arm, and leaned against his chest, tears dripping from her eyes.

Bumblebee examined Trigger, but every poke, and prod seemed to make the small robot laugh, and kick hysterically.

Sam and Mikaela sat at Bumblebee's feet, having their own little discussion.

"What'd I tell you 'bout that?" Jazz mumbled, looking down at his wound.

"About what?" Amy sniffed, her voice unhindered by her tears.

"That thing when you leak." Jazz grumbled. Amy's optics leaked a lot when she was around him. "You should get that fixed."

"I'm not leaking, I'm crying," Amy sniffed again. "Stupid." She wiped her eyes, and turned to slide off of Jazz's arm. She stood on his leg, and was about to jump down to the ground when Jazz grabbed her, and held her up to his face.

"Crying?" The silver bot asked.

Amy frowned.

Jazz turned his hand palm up, and Amy settled on it.

"Why you cryin'?" Jazz frowned.

"Because I'm sad." Amy pulled a handkerchief out of her purse, and blew her nose.

"Why so sad?" One eye widened, suggesting raising an eyebrow.

"I was worried about you." Amy hiccupped her sobs starting to win over.

"I can take care of myself." Jazz assured her.

Amy started to cry harder.

Bumblebee listened, but pretended he was engulfed in tinkering with Trigger. He could hear it coming, the human was too attached to Jazz, and he knew the Autobot lieutenant was the same.

"That's not the point." Amy sobbed.

Jazz was confused now. What other point was there? Jazz assumed Amy was worried because she assumed Jazz could not defend himself properly.

"I'm fine." Jazz lied again. What was wrong with him? He never lied before, especially about a wound a serious as the one he was keeping from leaking all over.

"You're not fine! You're bleeding, and you have a big hole in your side!" Amy pounded one fist against the Autobot's chest.

"It's nothin'." That nothing is his side was going to leak until he was offline if he did not get any medical attention soon.

"It is not nothing!" Amy hiccupped again. "You're so stupid." She held the handkerchief to her mouth.

Jazz frowned. "Why you gotta be hatin'?"

"I'm not!" Amy sobbed. "I don't hate you!" She hit his chest again, her fist shaking. She hiccupped, and sobbed.

"Then why are you still crying?" Jazz annunciated, frustrated. Humans were so hard to understand. How could she cry, and be worried at the same time? Why was she hitting him when she was not the slightest bit angry at him? What was wrong with her? Jazz started to think maybe Amy was malfunctioning. Was her head injured? "Amy!" Jazz exclaimed, the only thing he could think to say in his frustration.

"Because I lo-aaah-" Amy stopped herself.

Jazz's eyes widened. "You what?"

"I love you!" Amy exclaimed, flustered now. She looked Jazz straight in the eyes, her lips trembling as she tried not to sob. "I'm crying because I'm relieved you're okay." Amy's voice cracked.

Jazz started. She loved him. she really did. That day at the base, he was right; Amy was in love with him.

Jazz smiled. "Y'still sorry you kissed me?" He chuckled then winced; sharp pain shooting up his side.

Amy shook her head. "I was never sorry, I was just teasing you."

"Yeh, we gotta talk 'bout," He winced. "Yo teasin' me."

Amy shrugged. "I'm a girl, I'm complicated, so deal with it." She winked.

Jazz shook his head. "Yeh whatever."

Amy turned, and jumped off of Jazz's leg.

"What now?" Jazz called, the pain worse the louder he tried to speak.

"I'm a girl!" Amy waved, and ran over to Bumblebee as Ironhide's rumbling engine could be heard.

Bumblebee lifted Amy up into his hand. Amy looked at Jazz, batting her eyelashes then looked up at Bumblebee. Amy started to cry a little. Please. She prayed. Please don't take him. Not now, not after it's all been placed on the table. She looked back at Jazz as he managed to climb into the bed of the truck. Amy tried to calm down, knowing Jazz would get medical attention soon, but she couldn't bring the tears to stop falling. Her sobs had subsided, but even as she rode in Irohide's cab, Jazz sitting in the bed of the truck, she bit her nails as her tears fell silently down her cheeks.

As much as Ironhide felt compelled to ask what had happened to upset the human girl, he didn't need to. The tense silence between Jazz and Amy spoke volumes. The black Autobot got the whole story form Bumblebee after arriving back at the base. Sam and Mikaela listened in, but Amy wasn't present to fill in a few missing details about the argument, and the long-suffering silence that had surrounded Ironhide on the drive back.

Amy sat in a room with a two-mirror looking into OR as Ratchet worked on Jazz's wound. There were several screens in the OR, one depicting an enlarged 3-D image of Jazz's wound, and the repairs Ratchet was making, another had a pulsing blue sphere on it, and as interesting as the screens were, and as much as Amy would have liked to sit and have Ratchet explain all of them to her, there was only one being in the room she wanted to talk to.

Jazz shifted, and glanced at the two-way mirror. He didn't have to see the human girl to know she was looking at him. Human females sure had a funny way of showing how they feel about you.

"Stop moving, will you?" Ratchet sighed. "Your disrupted systems don't mend well when you insist on fidgeting."

"My bad." Jazz murmured, and turned his head away from Ratchet.

"You're in a surprisingly good mood for one who is in surgery for the second time today." Ratchet said pointedly.

"She said she loves me, Ratch." Jazz smiled, looking up at the overhead lights.

"Oh well, it had to happen eventually." Ratchet teased.

Jazz nodded. "Yeh-Wait, wassat suppose to mean?" he turned his head, and looked at the concentrating medical bot.

"Nothing." Ratchet's sautering tool hit a cluster of torn sensors, and made Jazz twitch, and cry out."Sorry."

"Hey, watch where you're pointin' that thing!" Jazz shouted.

Behind the two-way mirror, Amy winced, but managed a small chuckle. "He's gonna be fine, isn't he?" She looked at the small round robot. "Still, this is kinda my fault, Trigger." She sighed deeply. "He was trying to protect me, and look what happened." She growled. "If I ever get my hands on that stupid police car, I'm gonna wring his fat, metal neck.

Trigger gasped, and warbled something.

Amy thrust the tiny robot away from her. "Of course I can't really do that!" She frowned. "Because Decepticons don't like humans anyway, do they?" She leaned her forehead on the glass

"No." Bumblebee said, walking into the waiting room.

"Ah," Amy turned. "Why is that?" She asked.

"Decepticons see humans as inferior." Bumblebee stated.

"And Autobots-" Amy let the sentence hang in the air.

"Autobots see humans as equals." The yellow Autobot stood behind Amy.

"But they still feel the need to lie to them." Amy looked up at Bumblebee.

Bumblebee started. "I didn't-Autobots-"

"Not you, Bee, calm down." Amy perched on a bleacher-like seat. "I meant him." she said, pointing at the glass.

Bumblebee sat down next to Amy, and looked into the OR. "Ratchet? He wouldn't."

"Are you coy on purpose, or do you actually not know who I'm talking about?" Amy looked up at Bumblebee, her arms resting on her legs.

Bumblebee shook his head. "No, I'm not coy. I was only trying to lighten the mood."

Amy raised an eyebrow, and opened her mouth to say something then paused. "Oh." She smiled slightly. "I see. Trying to get me to think about something else."

Bumblebee nodded.

Amy looked up. "What happened to Sam and Mikaela?" She asked.

Bumblebee gave a little, martyred sigh. "They're together, discussing something, if you catch my drift."

Amy nodded. "I do, actually. For once. Y'know I'm not really quick on the uptake on most things, but discussions are a no-brainer."

Bumblebee lowered his head. "I see. I guess I am not as perceptive as you."

"I'll explain it when you're older." Amy grinned teasingly, knowing Bumblebee was probably well older than her, or even her grandmother for that matter, but she had been wrong before.

Once again, Amy sat in silence with an Autobot, staring off at the OR, not as distraught as before. She couldn't blame herself because she knew Jazz would have something snide to say about it.

Trigger popped up in front of the pair, sensing the growing silence. It pulled out a skinny, deflated white balloon.

"Where on Earth did you get that?" Amy raised an eyebrow, watching the little black eyeball.

Trigger made a small "o" with the ends of each of its arms, and made a heaving noise. The balloon failed to inflate. After two tries, and melodramatic panting, it straightened up, sounding a calvary fanfare. The end of one arm expanded, and it attached to the opening on the balloon. A sound very much like a vaccum came from inside Trigger.

Amy and Bumblebee exchanged a fearful glance, and shrank away slightly, Bumblebee holding Amy's shoulders.

The white balloon started to inflate. After the balloon inflated fully, Trigger proceeded to bend and twist the thing at lightening fast speed.

Amy half hid behind Bumblebee's arm, and winced as Trigger's arms moved so fast, both Amy and Bumblebee expected the balloon to burst.

The balloon did not pop. Trigger held up the balloon with a triumphant, squeaky "ta-da".

"Huh?" Amy raised an eyebrow at the creation.

Trigger growled, pulled out a black magic marker, and scribbled on the face. It held out the creation again with another triumphant, squeaky "ta-da".

"Ohh!" Amy cooed. "You made Jazz. I didn't think that was physically possible with one of those balloons!" She beamed.

Trigger gave it to Amy, and clapped its little hands.

Bumblebee examined it. "It does have a certain likeness to the lieutenant." The yellow autobot leaned over, and peered at the strange creation.

Amy laughed. "You've gotten creative." She said.

Trigger bowed, and fell to the floor with a surprised squeak.

The sudden presence of music led Amy and Bumblebee's eyes to the OR.

Jazz's radio was playing, and Ratchet was gone. Jazz still had a visible wound, though.

"His primary systems have been repaired." Bumblebee smiled, and lifted Amy into his hand. "I believe we can go in, if you like, or I can take you back to the Lennox's house."

"Of course I want to go see Jazz! I gotta show him this!" Amy held the balloon up to Bumblebee's face.

Bumblebee chuckled. "I wonder what he'll say."

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