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A: Hey you faithful readers! We're finally back! :)

E: It was all her fault! I had nothing to do with the delay!

A: That is soooooooo not true!

E: It is!

A: Is not!

E: Yes it is and the wait was incredibly boring!

A: You're boring!

E: You're bossy!

A: You're stupid!

E: You're ugly!

A: You're short!

E: OH YOU DID NOT JUST GO THERE!

Zoey: Shut up would ya?!?!

Terra: Some of us would like to keep our hearing thank you!

Heather: *laughs uncontrollably*

A: Chocolate ice cream?

Terra: Unfortunately.

A: Oh boy, anyway, read on readers!

Heather: *continues laughing* Hahahaha, a gigantic doughnut!

A: Oh dear.

Zoey: Heather, BREATHE!


Heather POV

We had the Allspark, okay, step one done. Step two, escape from S7 base before Megatron blasts us all and takes to Cube, alright, simply enough, right?

I rode on Jazz's shoulder with my own little friend happily chirping on mine.

"Wher'd ya find dat bug again?" Jazz asked, clearly irritated with S.E.B.

"He was created by the Allspark, ya know, the thing that you made me hold in my lap!" I replied just as sourly.

"Ah, right," Jazz sounded upset.

"I told ya! I don't like ya touchin' fighting-spirit!" S.E.B. growled.

"I'm basically 'er guardian!" Jazz snapped, as if I wasn't there, "I protect 'er!"

"I protect her, she protect me!"

"I don't giv' a slag!"

"What makes you think I do?!"

"Why does he hav to follo' us?" Jazz demanded.

"Me wanna stay with fighting-spirit!" S.E.B. protested. What was with these two? They just met and they already decided they didn't like each other!

"That's why," I said, and sighed. I love em both to death but right now I wanna commit murder! "Can't you both just get along?"

"No," Came the simultaneous answer.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, "Lord, gimme strength." So this is how Terra felt when she was in the middle of an argument between Zoey and me.

The grounds continued to shake as we finally reached the outside, Jazz transformed popping open his door for me.

The other's glance back to Jazz while he transformed, obviously shocked at the performance. I had to smirk.

I jumped in and Jazz shot off, leaving an explosion of white smoke behind. I gritted my teeth and dug my nails into the seat. I could've sworn I heard a rumble of amusement, but I was too concerned for my life to make a sarcastic remark.

It was obvious S.E.B. wasn't enjoying the ride, either. Immediately, he jumped onto my lap yelling things at Jazz. Either that wasn't English, or I had a concussion. He sounded like the computer my little brother broke last Christmas.

Everyone else rode in military hummers, all an assortment of models. I'm sure they didn't know what to think about Jazz. Idiots, but some of them were ok.

Jazz's speed along with everyone else's never decreased, and I gasped as we could see Starscream's aircraft form in the distance. I knew he was conversing with Megatron right about now.

I had to admit to myself, although I know what happens in the end of the original movie...the one we didn't change, I was absolutely terrified. What would happen now? We did make some big changes.

Jazz and I were captured, does that mean Jazz lives in the end and instead looses his legs and Bumblebee dies? Oh no, no, no... Sam would die if Bee died.

I couldn't resist the urge to hide in the very tightest place I could fit myself in, but all that was around me was Jazz's seats and that meant no privacy what-so-ever. I felt the need to crawl and hide into a crevice. S.E.B. shifted nervously; ugh, even he knew something was wrong! And S.E.B.'s just a b...uh, I mean "sparkling".

For a substitute, I felt the need to be strong, stand up for myself. So that I did.

Even though it was clear to anyone who'd be looking at me that I was shaking, I was terrified of what's next. I stayed seated and I remained quiet. I felt S.E.B. crawl over to the passenger seat. I smiled as I saw him go into "recharge".

I could be strong. I could kick people's butts on a regular basis. My entire body gave off every other sign opposite to strength, though. I was shaking, I was panting and above that I was a paler white than usual.

"Are ya al'ight lil lady?" I heard Jazz ask, obviously he was a giant robot capable of reading my heart rate and body temperature, but I think the look on my face was enough to trigger his worry.

"Yeah... I'm alright." I lied. Stupid! I was lying to a giant robot that could tell in more ways then one when I was lying.

"Ya lyin' girly."

I sighed. "I know."

"Somethin' botherin' ya'?"

I smirked. "Yeah, something's bothering me, but I don't know if I should say anything or not."

"Why?" He insisted with the questions!

"Because if I say anything I may end up changing the end of the story even more."

"Ah remember now, we a story to ya." I could hear the constant whirls that set off the feel that Jazz was laughing. "Ya' can tell me. I won't change what I do."

"Yes it will, because then you won't do it.

"Do what?"

I shook my head. "I can't tell you... I don't want it to happen, but it almost seems like it has to. So the story can go on, y'know?" I grumbled to myself.

Jazz remained silent. "I understand."

I leaned back in the seat, relaxing a bit. "I see what ya sayin' an' it's fine, whatever happens, happens." He stated; I remembered I told him he'd die. I wondered if he remembered that. Did he know that he was going to die in the next few hours?

"You... Get it then?"

"Like I said, I understand."

I was in the drivers seat, so I leaned forward and hugged the steering wheel, in hopes to let Jazz know I didn't want it to happen.

"I'm sorry Jazz."

"Thank nothin' of it...could ya let go of my wheel, ya makin' it hard to drive, lil' lady."

I laughed and obliged, "Sorry."

"Don't be apologizin' girly, ya did notin wrong."

"Thanks, Jazz...for everything, and for treating me like a friend and not like the stupid little human I am," Oh that was stupid. What am I doing, priest confessions?? Idiot!

"Yur welcome, babe. And yur definitely not a stupid lil human. You're a smart, sweet, courageous, don't take slag from nobody, cute lil thing."

"Awww, thanks Jazz. This is why you're my favorite," Big mouth, why wont' you just shut up?

"I'm...yur favrite?" He asked, sincerely.

"Of course! You're so cool!" I laughed.

"Well, I kno dat! T'ank ya girly. Ya still like us if we a story to ya, den?"

Where did this come from? "Well, duh! Tons of people at home love all of ya'll! I don't know many who don't."

"Damn, we're dat good?" He smugly asked.

"Yes," I sighed, "I'm really not lookin' forward to what's gonna happen next, though."

"Why?" He asked, "Don't we win?"

I sighed again, I could feel myself tearing up when he began asking questions, but I would never actually cry. Leaning forward, I thought of the possibilities.

"Maybe it won't happen... Maybe Terra, Zoey and I have changed the story so much."

"What d' ya mean?" He asked.

"I mean Jazz, maybe you won't-... Um, maybe it'll never happen. I mean, it was supposed to be Bee, Sam and Mikaela who get captured, but instead it was you and me. Maybe that changes it enough, but I'm worried that it may mean it'll happen to Bee instead." I explained.

"I don' want nothin' bad to happen t' Bee, he's a good friend." He admitted, as a dying man would admit his entire life mistakes and failures, Jazz was admitting to himself more then to me how he felt about everyone.

I rested back once more against the seat and I ran my hand down the steering wheel.

"I don't want anything bad to happen to either one of you, but I think it's a choice."

"Maybe... Ya' tired?" He asked, watching me yawn.

"A bit," I admitted. Wow, that was an understatement, "but there's no time to sleep, we got to keep going."

"I'm d' car, I'll drive, ya' need to sleep." Jazz insisted.

"No," I shook my head stubbornly, trying to rub the sleep outta my eyes, "I'm not sleeping. I want to stay awake...can't miss anythin'."

"Looks like dat lil bug can miss sometin tho," Jazz accused.

I groaned, would he just let it go? "He's a little...uh what do ya call em...sparkling? I dunno but he was just 'created' not too long ago! Cut em some slack would ya?"

"Ya didn't hear wat dat lil bug said 'n Cybertronian tho'. Dat lil t'ing got a lot o' nerve sayin' dat to me!" He was really heatin up...what the heck did S.E.B. say now?

"Well...he's very sensitive!" I tried to defend the little bipolar, suicidal bot, but he dug his grave pretty deep!

I heard Jazz groan, "I don't care wat dat lil thing is, ya need ta' sleep!"

"I already told you, I need to stay awake," I argued.

"My scannas say dat you need ta' sleep!" Of course he'd use logic. In that field I was definitely outmatched!

"Well my head says I need to stay awake," That was stupid.

"Negative. Dat's an order," And this can't end well.

I lifted an eyebrow, half confused, half challenging the thirteen foot, kickbutt robot.

"I don't work for you."

"Ya do now. Don't make me MAKE ya go ta' sleep," He threatened.

I have to say that was extremely terrifying. Who knew that he could be that intimidating?

"But-"

"NOW!" He yelled.

I felt myself shrink back into the seats. I was biting back my sarcastic remark as I felt the seat recline. Oh sure, now try to make it up to me! I'm not gonna cave easily. That's how it is, sarcastic mark time.

"You should let me drive," I said casually.

Explosion, "Primus NO! Ya can't drive ME, I ain't no normal Earth scum vehicle! What da slag??" I tried to tune the rest out. Wow, now I know how to push his buttons! I could get a lot of mileage out of this one.

"Ok, ok, I was just kidding," I said in defense.

"Ya betta' be jokin', girly, no one drives me!"

"Sorry, Jazz" I said, rollin' over.

He probably thought I couldn't hear him, but I heard a whisper, "I could nevah be mad at cha, babe."

I tried to shut out the terrifying thoughts that came into my head. I didn't want this to happen. This was insane. I let sleep claim my very cluttered and hectic mind at last.


Jazz POV

I tried ta' stay as quiet as possible. I knew dat da lil lady wanted ta' be with me befo' da battle started. She knows dat da 'cons are gonna do sometin big.

I sighed as da lil girly's heart rate slowed. Finally dat crazy lil thing slept. I had ta' chuckle at 'er bravery, and at 'er stubbornness. I t'ink she beats da twins at dat.

Even durin' da war, she tried to be brave. I tried ta' control my frustration. Dat lil lady shouldn't be in our war. It ain't right.

'Er lil frame shifted, tryin' ta' get comfortable. Didn't blame 'er, I ain't exactly meant fo' sleepin' in.

Then, dat lil bug she had woke up. It crawled over ta' 'er, of course it was sayin' some curses dat sounded like Ironhide.

"Why don't ya go into recharge," I offered.

"I'm goin, ya big, old, slaggin', Autobot," It yelled.

"Yur lucky dat da lil lady likes ya, otherwise ya'd be scrap metal by now!" I replied. Stupid lil bug!

"Oh, yeah, well-"

"Just recharge!" I grumbled.

It obliged, mumblin' a few Cybertronian curses on the way. Hard ta' believe da lil t'ing was just a sparklin'. At least maybe now I'd get some quiet.


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