A/N: I know its been forever. In laws visited and then I had to get caught up in my classes. Any how here goes:
Once again the children were out cold due to exertion. The only new component was that now Bumblebee was out cold with them. They were all on energy drips. The children had their IVs going and Bumblebee had the transformer equivalent replacing his depleted energon reserves.
Currently Jazz was sitting with his arms on his knees watching Mikaela much the same as Bumblebee had done with Sam. He looked at Sam every few moments also. But between the two his attention was more on Mikaela. Ratchet watched the scenario play out again only this time with Jazz with interest. It seemed that the bonds had reach and equilibrium by bonding a human and transformer tightly. Still with all the bonds complete Sam's and Bumblebee's had the strongest signature. With all three still recovering from the bond overload and energy depletion Jazz was very subdued for Jazz. His animation was gone and his optics were dim. The bot was flat out tired. Understandable though considering the fact he had three energy drains on his systems. It was operating at ½ capacity and he was donating his energy to the others. The bond did drain an individual for the greater good of all four however never to much. No matter how many of them were hurt it never took more than ½ a bots energy signature and ¼ of a humans body energy.
The other Autobots activity had skidded to a halt since Jazz had come back. They all seemed to take up the same vigil as Jazz as Optimus, and Ironhide joined him on the floor against the wall nearest to Mikaela. They had been sitting there with him for a few hours now talking to him quietly and just soaking in his existence seemingly. They had never seen such a feet as a transformer being brought back after their spark had left. Optimus had filled Jazz in on the particulars of the battle and how Sam had saved the world. He also filled him in on Sam's and Mikaela's injuries they had sustained. He also went into great detail about their new human allies that weren't present. Jazz listened and nodded once in a while and spoke in hushed tones. Jazz who had been contemplating the complexities of their bond thought it prudent to finally inform them about the other things he had learned about their bonds before he was given back his life. The shard had used his systems to relay the information to the others like it had imprinted the information in his very being and it transmitted to his neural net when his spark had been transplanted back into his body. He looked up at the others with a heavy sigh his growing exhaustion evident. Ratchet noticed this but didn't say anything since he was sure the bot wasn't excited about going into any type of stasis so soon for obvious reasons. Ratchet had told Connors to go get himself a break and some lunch after they got the kids and Bumblebee hooked up to their IVs. He had gladly skipped off to let the Autobots catch up with Jazz.
"Ratchet I can feel the girl's….Mikaela's heart beat in my spark. It's a strange thing Ratch. I swear though the longer I can feel it its more and more comforting. The girl's a lil spit fire," a smile crossed his face as he moved some hair off her forehead in a very human gesture. In return Mikaela seemed to smile too. He looked at Sam. "The children's bond ain't strong yet. Its there and its solid but not nearly as strong as transformer to human now." Ratchet did a level 5 diagnostic on the energy signatures from the bonds. It was true the bond between Mikaela and Sam was present but over shadowed by the other two. Jazz watched Mikaela for another minute silent. "I think it's ta help us protect the kids," Jazz offered. "They're still kids and they haven't mated yet the love's there we, me and Bumblebee, can both feel it just as much as they do. Poor kids thrown in ta this slaggin mess. They ain't gonna have full bond till they mate that I know. They need ta be ta gether as much as possible ta let it grow." He became silent again as if contemplating something. Ratchet sensed his dilemma.
"Jazz, is there something about the bond bothering you?" Ratchet asked concerned.
"Not botherin just…..gets more complicated now…." He paused again. "The Allspark's gotta stake in their kids now. It won't leter hava kid till its ready. It's gonna make sure she has some fo shoo but that don't mean it'll be soon. And they'll all be girls no matta what. Each'll carry tha seeda the Allspark foreva on down tha line. If somethin eva happened to the kids tha Allspark'll be passed down thru tha seed." He stopped to think again.
"What about the male? Doesn't it need a male to be compatible with the female? Or is it after they die the Allspark will die to???" Ironhide spoke up. Jazz shook his head.
"I'ma fraid there's more. Tho our kids may die and we don't doesn't mean our lives ain't linked. The kids have gotten somethin from the bond, a transformers life span. Tha Allspark's done a number on tha kids aright. But if they die they got kids ta carry the Allspark for um. The seeda tha Allspark'll pull tha daughter of these two to a good match and a new bond'll from jus like it did wit tha kids here." Jazz let out a loud sigh again. It sounded much like an old engines exhaust output upon start up. His hand kept moving over her forehead absently keeping constant contact with her. Optimus Prime, Ironhide and Ratchet took it all in. Ratchet had only one comment.
"This means that the children will be able to create new transformers when Mikaela is with child. This is why they will always have female children. The life is given through the femme." Jazz nodded indicating he was right on as usual. The medic had a knack for filling in the blanks for others. His observation skills were almost unmatched in the galaxy except maybe by their leader.
"Tha kids' bond'll grow with touchin." Ratchet nodded in agreement with Jazz's statement.
"We must let them have the space they need to allow their connection and relationship to grow and mature at the rate it would naturally. I fear forcing them together or imposing this on them would be harmful for their growing relationship," Optimus said this in a tone that booked no argument. It was a veiled order and they all knew it. Jazz was glad he had made the comment.
"I think tha kids know on some level they're the Allspark after all. It's important you all know and that we let them kids be. I'll tell Bumblebee when he gets up. I hava feelin he knows most this tho. The kids're bonded ta gether now foreva. They know it too. The livin almost foreva thing tho that's gonna bother um," he let the thought hang in the air. The other three nodded.
"Who'll tell um?" Ironhide asked.
"Me and Bumblebee'll take cara it." Jazz said. "Tha kids're ours now. Mikaela's mine and Sam's Bumblebee's. And the kids're each others. My and Bumblebee's bond's ta make it whole. It's only for protection and ta channel tha Allsparks energy. Not that I mind feelin the little scrapper," he chuckled. "The cross bond's between us all are a protective measure much like mine and Bumblebee's. We all help each other heal and we all know when another's in trouble." Ratchet and the others nodded soaking in all the information. Jazz looked up at Bumblebee expectantly. The others optics followed. A minute later he stirred.
"Who you calling a scrapper, Junk heap!" Bumblebee grumped sitting up slowly. Jazz got up instantly and pulled him into a sitting position. Bumblebee looked about quickly for the children and found them out cold on their beds. Ratchet was already unhooking him from the energon feed so he could go to Sam and Mikaela. The minute he was free he sat right down in the middle of the two bed and looked Sam over and then Mikaela. Jazz looked up at Ratchet.
"Sam's…." Jazz started.
"in pain." Bumblebee finished. Jazz snorted. Ratchet injected some pain killers immediately.
"Poor kid hada rough tumble with that slaggin kid in school eh?" Bumblebee sighed.
"That slagging glitch almost killed him!" The memory brought back a fury that the other Autobots had not seen in Bumblebee in some time. Both Mikaela and Sam began to move in a disturbed sleep. Jazz clasped the younger mech on the shoulder.
"Easy! You're messin with the kids!" Bumblebee looked down and what he saw and felt from the children made the fight leave him instantly. Jazz nodded and patted his shoulder.
"Sokay, Bee. They're safe now specially with both of us around." Bumblebee nodded relaxing and put his hand under Sam's small one keeping contact with the boy. Jazz had become tired of only being able to have limited contact with Mikaela and tucked her blanket around her and pulled her and a soft pad up on his chest to rest on his reclining form. Bumblebee followed suit taking the IV bag with him and laid Sam on him while he reclined against the wall very near Jazz. Mikaela seemed to snuggle into the bot underneath her and her vital signs coming even more into a stable range according to Ratchets scans. Sam's vitals, although still not where he would like them to be, came closer when in such close proximity to the others. Optimus and Ironhide got up slowly as to not disturb the children and got up to go about their daily activities. All were confident that Jazz was back and that they had hope again for bringing life to new transformers and maybe even their world because of the two brave kids that accepted the unique blessing and responsibility the Allspark had given them. The transformers with the two humans resting on their chests went into a deep recharge then to replenish their systems that were simultaneously helping the kids recuperate.
Against the wall were the same group of two humans and two transformers still in deep slumber and recharge for the last 12 hours. Ratchet didn't bat an eye anymore at the quartet in the corner. The humans seemed more in sink with their transformers and each other then their own systems anymore. Optimus Prime did glance at the quiet group once in awhile as Ironhide and Connors were working on some intricate circuitry for the defense systems of their new base. The odd but touching picture of them all sleeping in peaceful companionable slumber touched his spark. He had a growing affection for the children that laid quietly on top of transformers he had known at least a millennia. He considered how the Allspark had made a good choice in the fourth connection in the quartet he would be the voice of reason and experience in the band of mostly teens. He could think like them but he was much older than Bumblebee and would temper any rashness and bring the wisdom of age to the group also.
And so they slept on a while longer till Jazz's systems started to come online and he looked down at the precious teen that his hand cupped over his chest. She slept very peacefully and her body had recovered fully and was now adding reserves to her recently depleted body. It also seemed now that they all were feeding Sam's recovery currently. He watched her for a few more minutes as if taking in parts of her soul into his memory banks and memorizing every nuance of her face and shape that would be burned into his neural net. There was nothing romantic about his fascination with the girl. However having the child apart of his spark was intimate in its own way. He did finally decide to move away from the other sleeping bonded beings and laid Mikaela with infinite tenderness that looked impossible for a metal giant onto Bumblebee right next to Sam. She instinctively curled into Sam who pulled her closer to his body to let her lay by him as close as she could without hurting his ribs. He watched the two snuggle into each other and smiled. He took the time to help them rearrange their limbs so that they were more comfortable and then run a finger over Sam's shoulder and on his head. Despite Mikaela and Jazz's bond being the prominent one for Jazz it didn't take away the need and desire to have close contact with Sam also. The way the transformers touched and held the teens was different than they had ever been with any other being. It was as if the bond had imprinted on the transformers how to touch humans in a way that they were accustomed to. Transformers were an intimate race even if touching on many occasions weren't seen. They all had internal comlinks, they could share thoughts and images, and they even loved each other from great distances with just a thought to another. There was just no need for lavish amounts of physical contact; it was nice now and then though. Humans however needed it almost constantly it seemed. They were always touching or watching or interacting with one another. The bond made this second nature to the two Autobots. The bond also gave the kids a rare look into how it felt to be a transformer connected to another in an intimate internal way that belied the need to touch each other. They could all be not touching and find great comfort in just pulling their attention into their bond and receiving a similar feeling of contact to the other. But the bond seemed to gather the best of both and shift the transformers receptors into a need to touch and feel the children as much as it programmed the teens thinking to draw comfort from and internal source.
Bumblebee pulled both arms around the kids sleeping forms and recharged on like there was no waking world to think of. Both the kids had their IV bags hanging on a hook above Bumblebee's shoulder. A glucose drip as well as pain meds for Sam helped replenish them in ways the bond couldn't. If Ratchet had hazard a guess he would say the only reason the stayed a sleep so long is because they were getting enough calories through the IV that they didn't have to eat. And Ratchet in his infinite wisdom of medicine was content to let them sleep till they were all good and ready to get up.
Jazz reached up toward the tall ceiling working out the kinks after a long nap. As his hand were stretched up Ironhide's voice laced with humor was heard saying "You know your never gonna reach it that way, short scrap." Jazz chuckled quietly and turned to him.
"Well ya know Iron ol' buddy they hava sayin on this planet, 'the bigga they is the harda they fall….' on their aft," he added. Ironhide scoffed.
"Slag it Jazz, are you ever gonna let that go! You scrapin well know those glitching twins rewired my weapon before target practice!" But they both laughed just happy they could relive the embarrassing memory together. He never thought he'd be so glad to be teased about that day. Jazz then walked over toward Optimus to chat with him for a while since he was recharged and ready to get his bearings again. The trio slept on.
Outside the contained world of the transformers, life for humans was returning to normal too. Mission City was starting to look less like a disaster area and more like a town again. They had blamed the attack on terrorist and were able to put enough of an unbelieveable spin on the alien robot story that most people dismissed it as folly. There were some who believed they had been visited by giant alien robots that smashed half a city, in fact some knew it. But the people who had seen the whole thing happen were rounded up and "debriefed" what ever that meant. No one really knew except the people who did the debriefing. Many were just paid to relocate and keep their mouth shut which they did under penalty of treason.
Sam's parents wanted to visit but they were advised to stay away until they the four were given more time to bond and heal from the overload that sent them all back into stasis. Judi had wanted to go the next day but with the unusual events that Optimus Prime did keep them apprised of, they decided to wait until Ratchet thought it best to visit. They were patient and Ratchet himself called via internal comlink twice a day to give his mother updates to keep her from worrying.
General Lennox was giving a week's leave finally after he had seen to the Witwicky parents and had shut down all the blogs and sites of the Tranquility High School as they "investigated" the allegations. A more interesting turn of events was how an average high school student had turned into countries most wanted by transformer and government alike. The teen that had attacked Sam was in very deep trouble so much so that he couldn't even fathom the extent of his consequences. Trent's public defender got the case 1 day before his bail hearing and nearly passed out just reading how many agencies wanted to try him. Lennox reported the progress of Trent's current court proceedings directly as he was denied bail on grounds of national security and was released to the jurisdiction of the FBI. William was enjoying his full week off at home with is wife and baby girl and left Ironhide at the base to help fix up the security for their headquarters.
Back in the transformer base, a groggy Mikaela was the next to wake up and look around feeling Jazz's absence more then the other two. He sensed her stirrings and walked over to where she was reclining on Bumblebee just underneath his hand. She yawned and then smiled as he walked over. She held out a hand and he put out a large finger to meet it. "You still seem tired Mikaela," he said softly to her as his fingers found her cheek. She yawned again. Jazz reached for her and scooped her into his hand and walked to the other side of the hanger toward the human facilities carrying her and her IV bag. He let her down toward the ground gently and put his hand completely on the ground and used his other hand to help her out of his palm. Her legs were stiff and her body was off balance after being weak and sleeping for so long. Once she was stable he let her go and gave her the IV back to carry so she could reliever herself. Ratchet as always watched the exchange with interest. He walked over.
"She didn't tell you she needed to…." Jazz shook his head.
"She don't need ta. When I wanna I c'n just kinda turn it on. I knew she was gonna come to, so all I gotta do is focus." Ratchet nodded taking the new knowledge in.
"Your connection is strong with the girl. She must have awoken eventually because of your extended absence from the group." Jazz nodded.
"That's it doc man. She's mine."
"And Sam's Bumblebee's" Jazz nodded again.
"Do you require contact with Sam also?"
"I do. I gotta have time wit' the other kid to. Not as much but its a necessity. Bumblebee and Sam are wakin up soon. The four was broken and they'll be round soon."
"Interesting that you all require each others contact. Bumblebee with require Mikaela's contact also?" Jazz was glad the doc caught on.
"Ya the kids gonna wanna go wit Bee to. The kids won't wanna leave tho. They gonna want ta be together as much as possible. Does Mika hava pod?" Ratchet sighed.
"To my understanding not much of one. Her father, male procreator is in prison for car theft. Her mother desired to dull the emotional damage caused by the absences of a spouse and the constant pressures of raising a child alone and used what humans call "drugs" to do so." Jazz nods.
"Ya just putting words to the feelins doc. Helps cuz I don't know the haps since…." He let the statement hang in the air. Bumblebee's systems began to boot up and bring him back to the land of the waking world. He was bothered by Jazz's sudden sadness that crept across the link to all three. He pulled himself into a standing position and cradled a snoozing Sam in his palm and walked over to Jazz. Jazz didn't need to look who was approaching from behind. He literally felt the comforting hand on his shoulder before it made contact. He gave a rueful smile.
"Thanks Bee," He said. Bee smiled back.
"Any time Jazz" Bumblebee's voice was still a slight bit rough but very clear and becoming less scratchy every day. Jazz smiled at him genuine this time.
"Its good to hear that voice again, Bee!" He replied to the yellow Autobot and turned to claps the others shoulder in return. This was the most common type of Transformer contact between the male models. It was a friendship pose that showed deep friendship and podness. Sam's form stirred in Bumblebee's hand. He laid there not trying to sit up but just looked up at Bumblebee and Jazz with a soft smile. He didn't want to talk really just look at the people he felt so close to his own self apart of his very soul. Jazz reached out a hand and stroked the top of his head. He smiled again. Bumblebee gently shifted the mat he was laying on to hand him and it over to Jazz. Soon Sam was resting in Jazz's hand looking up at him.
"She went for a shower?" Sam asked. Jazz nodded.
"Ya still need alota rest kiddo," Jazz commented. Sam agreed.
"Duh" was all he said. The silver Autobot chuckled then got serious about the same time as Bumblebee's face went stern also.
"Why ya tryin to fight the meds boy?" It was a rhetorical question. They all knew why. Sam was tired if sleeping. He was tired of feeling like he was wrapped in a cotton blanket with no way out to the real world. It felt like the whole outside world was being filter through said blanket. It was aggravating him. Bumblebee's face creased with slight worry as he went to Ratchet.
"Isn't there anything else that would work on his pain with out dulling his ability to think and feel?" He asked.
Ratchet thought for only a nano second. He called to Connors who was literally tangled up in different colored wires standing next to Ironhide's foot. He looked back with a helpless look and Ratchet chuckled and waved him off and went to get it himself. In a large vial there was a different type of pain killer that might be just as effective with less of a sedation effect then the one he was currently on. The antsiness of the two Autobots told him that Sam was growing agitated. Ratchet sighed and walked over to where Jazz and Bumblebee were watching over Sam.
"I can't give this too you until its time for another dose so I need you to calm down and just wait till its time and we'll try something different since you will be awake more often now." Sam looked at Ratchet and he was quiet for a moment and then nodded. IT seem to appease him because the edge that was showing in the two Autobots a minute ago was now gone. Ratchet nodded and went back to his work on his med bay computers. Sam looked back to Jazz.
"Its good to have you back," he rasped out with some effort. Jazz nodded.
"Good to be back kiddo." Just then Mikaela walked back into the hanger wearing a new set of clothing that had been provided by the sec def since they had Sam had been transferred there, and she had a towel wrapped around her head like a turban. She stretched and yawned looking much more rested and clean then when she went in. She looked them all over including her boyfriend.
"Damn you all are worse then women on PMS! I had more of an emotional rollercoaster while I was trying to get a shower then I did on my BAD months!" she harrumphed good naturedly. The two Autobots and human laughed loudly gathering the attention of the others. Sending the comment as well as explaining info to Prime, Ratchet, and Ironhide had the whole hanger full of loud male laughter that seemed to melt the last of the tension out of the hanger that had hung there since Jazz's return. The future was still unsure but it was nice to know one has pod like this…. (story not over will continue probably a lot longer lol I am trying to figure out where this is going now that I got the Allspark thing figured out! LOL
