wow. that was a ton of blood. but i liked how she keeps on getting up. she keeps on fighting because she was going to live for ironhide because he sacrificed his life trying to save hers. : | (= that is me when i am either brain dead or having writers block.) i dont own anything. but a girl can wish.

I woke standing next to my body. I looked worse than I thought. My hair was matted down with blood and dirt, and there was still wet blood on my face. I didn't even look peaceful. Well, damn. That was a waste of my energy. Shouldn't I at least look a bit peaceful? I just freaking killed myself for all of the Autobots who just died and to kill the monster called Starscream, and what do I get? Not a peaceful face. I was too ticked to feel another sould come and stand next to me. "You should be feeling happy, you won. Starscream is dead." The silver robot was smaller than Bee.

"I am Brooke. And I am not happy. I am dead."

"I know who you are. Your parents keep on drawling about you. I can not even make them stop for a second. They moved on, but they want me to say they love you. Do you want to take a small walk with me? I am Jazz, by the way. I was a friend of Ironhide's. Come on, let's go through your memories. There are some peaceful ones in there. Happy. But your parents are ticked you and Sam held Poker at their house. I got a crack out of the time when you cheated and won everybody's money." Jazz lead me to an almost-transperent door. I had to squint to see it. "Ladies first," He murmured, letting me step through it.

Now we were when I was two. I was blowing up my first toy. I saw the search and rescue bot behind me. He was looking through the glass window, worried. "I never noticed Ratchet peekng to see if I was okay!" I yelped, making Jazz chuckle and lead me to another memory.

I was at my first concert with my boyfriend and friends. I traveled far just to get there is Modesto, California. It was the X-fest. We just saw my favorite band, We The Kings. They preformed Check Yes Juliet and I was screaming and jumping up and down when Fall Out Boy came out and Pete Wentz, who wasn't with the Simpson girl yet, winked at me before they started to preform. "I almost fainted," I laughed as Dance Dance came on. "My boyfriend Brody was so jealous. So were my friends. We all loved Pete."

Jazz chuckled again. "I know. Your parents made me monitor sleep overs. Nothing but gushing about how cute Pete Wentz was. Now he is a dad. How do you like him now?" Jazz teased.

I blushed and looked down. I didn't want to change the subject, but this surprised me more than anything. "I am not covered in blood and dirt!" I choked out, relieved. Even though this was so not real, I was gald I didn't look like that in front of Pete. Or by his side. I climbed on stage and poked him in the cheek. I poked Pete Wentz's cheek. I knew it was only a memory and it was fake, but still. It was freaking Pete Wentz. Before I could get any other ideas or even faint the scene changed to were me and my friend Nicole got tickets to the Emmies.

I watched myself almost faint when I saw Orlando Bloom take a picture with George Clooney. Nicole caught me, taking pictures of the scene. Taylor Swift was walking down the red carpet, and she posed with Selena Gomez. I walked over to the Jonas Brothers. Omigod. Why didn't I see them when this memory was for real? Jazz caught me when I saw Brad Pitt. The scene changed back to me bleeding all over and Ironhide holding me tenderly. "You are not covered with blood and dirt or scratches and you do not have broken bones. Here, this is your soul. Everything you are is right here, while your body is laying right there. Trust me, you are in no means to go back. There was too much damage to your body that you will not be that comfotable. Actually, it would hurt like hell."

My eyes grew wide. I couldn't speak, because I noticed my body was bleeding again. Every gash. Every broken bone. And then there is me, wanting to go back wanting to go back to living. "I am I going to have a, you know, near death experience thingy where I start seeing ghosts?" I asked nervously. In my mind, I saw myself waking up to Mom watching me sleep. I shivered.

"No."

"Did Ironhide and the rest of them talk to you?"

"Yes."

"How did they react?" I asked.

"Mostly freaked. But Hide was a bit ticked that you were cussing like a drunk sailor. We all enjoyed it when you said that Starscream was getting on your nerves, and you were about to stick his head up the ass of the Decepticon army." Jazz chuckled. I noticed something wrong with that.

"Um, I thought that. I didn't say that. Same goes with the cussing." I fidgeted.

"I know. But in this world, if you scream it loud enough, we can hear it loud and clear. And trust me, we thought it was horrifying that you got hurt, but hilarious when you got up and have profanity bursting out of your mouth. Then Starscream would yell and hurt you again. Then you got up and laugh. We thought you hurt your head ans started to go crazy. Why were you laughing so hard?" He asked curiously.

"He couldn't kill me."

"I do not get it."

I sighed. "He kept trying, and trying, but he always failed. He doesn't get anything. I always win. Always."

Now Jazz understood, he chuckled. But he checked on Hide and Ratchet trying to bring me back. I felt myself fading. "What is happening!?" I shrieked.

"You are going back to your body. Nice to meet you, Brooke."

I made myself stop for a moment. "I want to know something." The fading stopped.

"What?" Jazz asked, wary.

"Can you please tell my parents I love them? And that I miss them? Please?" I asked quietly.

Jazz smiled. "I will. They send their love."

Then I closed my eyes, letting myself fade.

i like this chapter. mostly because I LOVE JAZZY! i was going to do a scene where it was jazz's memory, but then i thought, what better way to end a chapter with brooke talking about her parents? this might just be me, but i dont think she does much. thank you for putting up with this chapter. if i could, i would give each of you a big hug and a perfectly perfect cookie. because a perfectly perfect cookie is so perfect that you eat it right away.

to end this chapter with a nice note, i gained mind slaves! just kidding! but seriously, slavery is bad. very bad. who knew they had a war against it? i didnt until i started to pay attention to my textbook instead of dreaming about my crush, who has the most perfect hair and nice eyes i mistaked him for an angel. anyway, i have a funny story. my mom didnt know there was a beach in australia. i started to laugh because australia is an island, right? it was so funny. KHOP(==my favorite fm station. 95.1)