It's been a while since I last updated on this but hey look I came up with a new chapter! Yays! As it is I was sitting there glitching over the fact that the store I work at carries the new RID Transformers... SO anyways I was stocking them out and I noticed there was not. a. single. Sideswipe. I found a fragging Drift. But no Sideswipe. WTF?!

Anywho

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Chapter 8

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~Bay~

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Bay had stretched out over the front seats and was currently kicking the door handle. "Freaking no good pig... This was. A. Nice. Car. Open. Damn. YOU!" He yelled as the door finall hit with the ... well... off it's hinges. There was a loud screech of tires as Bay sat up in the seat and blinked at the yellow and black Camaro that she had narrowly missed with the door.

"Holy cow Aunt Bay that was cool!"

Bay blinked at her nephew with a wavering smile on her face, which held for about five seconds as their car was soon surrounded by military men and with a swift flourish of shifting gears and hydraulics, an yellow bot with blue eyes...

It may have been the stress of the car chase, or maybe the few times her head had banged into various parts of the car during said chase but Bay burst out in a fit of nervous laughter.

"Aunt Bay?" Eight blinked at his aunt who was shaking as she laughed, her nerve finally broken.

"Ma'am? Are you okay?" an African American soldier asked as he lent her a hand to help her stand.

"I'm fine... I may have fallen into the depths of insanity but I'm fine..." she said as she ran a hand down her face. She blinked up at the yellow bot staring down at the car. "Sweet lord above..." she breathed.

"Aw don' worry about Baby Bee. He's a softie thru and thru." Jazz said as he maneuvered to the roof of the car.

Blue optics widened as the fell on the impossible little bot standing tall on the top of the car. "JAZZ?!" Bee wouldn't have believed it if his scans didn't keep turning up the same familiar spark signature over and over...

"Tha's right Bee. It's meh." Jazz grinned.

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~Ratchet~

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Ratchet stared with sad optics at the frame of his fallen friend. He had just finished the repairs to Jazz's frame. He had worked diligently on repairing the frame... He sighed and turned to prepare the med bay. Ironhide had sustained minor damages in the skirmish with Barricade. Though he had lost the slagger in the streets of Tranquility, Ironhide had given up his hunt for the con. Apparently Bee had found the minicon that had infiltrated the Witwicky house, but he had not relayed the designation of the bot to any them.

The familiar growl of the Camaro's engine heading straight for his med bay had him turning to face the doors as Bee stopped short of the door.

"That was freaking cool!" a young boy's voice cheered. "Can we do that again?! Later Please?"

"Lord not another one..." a woman's voice grumbled lowly before speaking up, "Don't you think you've had enough for one day Eight? I don't know about you but I'm one huge bruise."

The sound of Bee transforming and the door opening to reveal the three of them. Ratchet blinked down at a relatively frazzled woman and a bright eyed boy... one he had seen before.

"Sweet mother of God..." the woman breathed as her eyes caught sight of him.

"Bee, you do realize that you could have taken the humans to the hospital don't-" Ratchet trailed off as he stared at the boy, his optics zeroing in on his arms and the figure waving at him from his trapped position.

"'ey dere Docbot. Miss meh?" The miniaturized version of Jazz smirked up at him.

Everything went black as he glitched.

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~Jazz~

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Eight and Bay found themselves swept up into Bee's servos as there was a loud zapping sound as Ratchet pitched forward, falling to the floor.

Bay's lips twitched a she tried not to laugh... though her voice betrayed her amusement. "Did... did he just faint?"

"We call it glitchin' but yep." Jazz replied.

"He fainted..." Bay snickered.

Thundering noises that suspiciously sounded like footsteps had him glancing warily over at his aunt. "Uh... Aunt Bay-" Eight started as the door burst open and two more bots, Ironhide and Optimus stood in the doorway. Their optics glanced from the fallen bot and back to Bee's servoful before noticing just what had caused him to glitch.

The black one's cannon on the end of his servo whirled as it came online, aiming them at the small bot and inadvertently not noticing the boy holding him. "What kind of Con trick is this?" he growled. Jazz had to admit he thought Ironhide's cannons were formidable in his original body... but at this size, it was like looking the unmaker in the eye... Eight's grip tightened on him in the wake of starring up into that cannon. A shoe hit Ironhide in the face, drawing all of their gazes at the very pissed redhead.

"If you hurt either of them I swear I will cut your brake lines!" Bay yelled at the stunned bot. He raised a brow before glancing back at him and Eight finally noticing the boy. Eight's caramel complexion was pale, his expression torn between fear and awe... Ironhide flinched and the cannon was powered down and moved away.

"Ah thin' Ah saw da Well again..." Jazz shuddered.

"Jazz. Is it really you?" Prime's baritone rumbled gracefully from above them. Optimus's expression was guarded and wary, but there was a glimmer of hope in his optics.

Jazz felt himself grinning. "Autobot Miester reportin' for duty sir." he spoke in cybertronian before he saluted his Prime.

"Jazz." the two of them breathed as Ironhide's jaw dropped and the Prime smiled.

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~Eight~

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"How in the slag is this freaking possible?!" The dayglo yellow bot yelled as he scanned the tiny bot on the massive table. Eight was frowning as he listened to the bot curse at the impossibility of the fact that Jazz was indeed alive.

The soldiers from before had come and stolen his aunt away, saying something about needing her to fill out some paperwork. They had left the boy to stay with Jazz and Ratchet.

Jazz growl something in that weird staticky speech he had spoken to the other bots with, and the other bot glanced back over to the boy who was watching the two of them intently.

Eight sat there his elbows propped up on his knees as he contemplated the last few days. The boy couldn't place it but the medic's voice sounded familiar.

Ratchet sighed. "Primus must surely like you Jazz. Tell me do you know how your spark managed to transfer into that form?"

"Ah wish Ah knew. One minute Ah was lying dere offlining, da next Ah woke up in Eight's backpack, disorientated an' unable ta transform."

"You weren't able to transfom?" Ratchet frowned.

Jazz shrugged. "It took meh about two weeks to finally transform."

"Hm..." Ratchet scanned Jazz again before turning his gaze onto Eight who blinked up at him. "Tell me boy, did you have the frame that Jazz is currently inhabiting with you during the attack in Mission City?"

"How did you know that I was at Mission City?"

"Because I was the doctor that treated you and your brother." Ratchet said quietly.

Eight's eyes widened. "I don't mean to sound rude but I don't think that's possible, since I think I would have noticed a giant mech treating me and Si, no matter how feverish I may have been."

There was a faint zapping noise and a flicker of blue sparks as a man materialized in front of him, startling the boy. Eight stared up at the same somewhat grizzled doctor from the hospital, his red hair laced with grey, his beard completely grey, blue eyes surrounded with worry lines, set into a face that had seen more strain and struggle than happiness. The doctor had his arms crossed and a brow raised as he stared down at the boy.

"Now do you believe me youngling?" the medic's voice echoed out of the doctor's mouth.

Eight blinked up, his mouth slightly ajar before grinning. "That is freaking cool!"

"Back on topic, did you have the toy car that is now Jazz with you in Mission City?"

"It was in Simon's bag. It was sheer luck that I had his bag when Jazz's enerstuffs fell on Si. I don't have any clue how Jazz ended up like this either. Heck I had no clue until I caught him transforming a few days ago."

"Hm..." Ratchet rubbed his chin as he stared down at the bot.

"So anyways do ya think ya can ge' meh back to mah real frame Docbot?"

"Are you doubting my abilities?" Ratchet glared at Jazz.

Eight snickered as Jazz held up two fingers in a 'A lil' mark.