A crack of light. My eyes began sliding open. The brightness shone directly into my pupils and I slammed my eyes shut again. I tried to talk but I only groaned. My sides were on fire. I slowly went back to opening my eyes, the brightness faded into a room that looked like a giant hospital room. There were blurry figures all around me.

"She's waking up." A familiar voice said. Prowl.

"Stay on your berth." An unfamiliar voice snipped in response.

"Jazz, check her vitals." The same voice said.

"Yessir." A familiar accent answered and beeping noises sounded next to me.

I opened my eyes fully to see a reddish orange-ish and white robot in front of me running some diagnostics on a computer.

"Where?" I managed. The robot turned.

"Don't talk, save your strength." He told me. "You're in my medical bay on the Autobot base located on Diego Garcia. Prowl, MC and Jack are all fine." He told me reassuringly.

"J-Jazz?" I asked hesitantly.

"No talking. Jazz is fine." Came the short response. I relaxed, no one else got hurt and Jack and MC were ok, and Jazz defeated Lockdown.

"Don'tcha worreh 'bout us l'il lady, ya jus' save ya strength." Jazz told me. I weakly nodded and relaxed into the pillow. I instead reduced to listening. Jazz had begun talking to Prowl.

"Prowler, mech howd'ja get here, we all thought'cha died on tha Ark." Jazz explained to his friend.

" It's Prowl. I took an escape pod, but it must have put me into stasis, and after who knows how long I was finally pulled into Earths atmosphere where I crash landed." I heard him say.

"Uh huh, an why'd old Lockey want'cha?" Jazz asked him. I strained my hearing.

"Bounty, what else." Came the short response.

"Who's tha payer glitch." Jazz rephrased, knowing that Prowl was avoiding answering.

"Onslaught." Prowl replied. I metally sighed, not knowing who that was.

"The ol' combaticon leader, whas he want with ya?" Jazz asked in mild surprise.

"I don't know, Lockdown wouldn't tell me." Prowl answered, I could see his shrug in my head.

"If ol' slaughty is livin' we might 'ave combiner wars on our servos. Buh we don' have anymore combiners, so thah' could be a real problem." Jazz mused.

"I don't think so. Lockdown told me it was Onslaught, but I also have doubts he told the truth. He never was trustworthy." Prowl said the last part in a darker tone.

"Can't disagreh there." Jazz replied with a sigh. The two were then silent. I took this information into my head. They both knew Lockdown, and somehow Lockdown betrayed them, and on another hand, Prowl had something dark happen in his past that made him so seemingly distant. Oh yeah, and on top of that Prowl's wanted. I tossed it around in my head until it hurt, and I had to stop.

It would come together eventually, I made it my mission to figure it out and I wasn't giving up yet.

(Time skip, Sage is now getting out of the !)

"Easy now." Ratchet told me from his holoform. He steadied me on my feet.

"Thanks Ratchet." I told the docter. I had spent several days in his and had been deemed 'a intelligent being.' Jazz and Prowl had told me this was a great honor, as he seemed to think everyone had marshmallows for processors.

(after hearing some stories on what went on here at base, I somewhat agreed.)

Ratchet taught me everything I might need to know to survive here.

First, he told me never to start a prank war with the bots known and the Terror Twins, or Sunstreaker and Sideswipe

Second, he told me never to engage a bot known as Bluestreak in a conversation

Third, he told me never to wander around base after nine pm unless I wanted to set off every alarm and give a bot named Red Alert a spark attack.

Fourth, he told me never to ask Wheeljack to build something for me or for Ironhide's help with anything.

Fifth, he told me never to ask the definition of anything Wheelie ever said.

Sixth, he told me never to show Optimus or any other bots a worm or other types of insects.

Seventh, he told me to never let Jazz have access to any speakers unless everyone agreed and that I should never surprise Prowl in any way.

Eighth, the most important of all, to never come to his injured because I broke a rule or participated in another stupid activity. He also let me know that more rules are made whenever something bad happens.

I briefly wondered how they were in this war for so long.

"So Jazz, ya got a room here?" I asked him. He smiled and led us out of the .

"Gotta warn'ya though, mah room may come a bit o a surprise." He told me walking down the hall.

"Why, is it all messy?" I joked. He smiled a little mischievously.

"Not exactleh." He answered, and pushed a door open. My eyes were momentarily blinded as we stepped inside.

"Ah 'ave a few decorations." He said grinning and plopping down on a Cybertronian bed. I turned in circles as I looked at everything covering Jazz's walls.

Posters of bands, AC/DC, Linkin Park, Twenty One Pilots, Queen and many others I didn't even recognize. He also had a full set DJ board in one corner and shoved into one corner, a desk.

"Jazz." Prowl said, noticing the desk.

"Somethin' wrong Prowler?" Jazz asked him with a sheepish grin.

"Is that your work desk?" Prowl asked pointing.

"Ah, that is. Ah don' use it to much anehmore." Jazz explained. Prowl just pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"Come one Tic-tac, I bet your room never looked this good." I challenged. Prowl just scoffed and rolled his hard blue optics.

"Tic-tac?" Jazz asked. We both froze. I smiled and Prowl sat down on the berth next to Jazz with his face in his hands.

"Third in command is TIC, and he's a TAC officer. So…. Tic-tac. You do know what a-" I began to explain.

"Slag yeah Ah know what a Tic-tac is. Prowler, she has 'the gift.'" Jazz said with an excitant look in his optics.

"Nooo…." Prowl moaned and fell backwards in unhappiness. Jazz laughed and jabbed Prowl in the doorwing, which made him flinch and hiss. Which made me laugh really hard, which then made my sides hurt.

"Wait wait, whats the gift?" I asked between laughs.

"No ones been able ta give Prowler a nickname without bein' slagged, everyone cept me o course. And ya jus' come along and call 'im Tic-tac. Well, thas certainly somethin' it means Prowler likes ya." Jazz said swinging his feet back and forth. He then turned and looked down at Prowl.

"Ah look, he's all blue in tha faceplates." Jazz said poking his friend. Prowl groaned again in response.

"Blue in the- Wait. You guys can BLUSH!" I shouted in excitement. Jazz snickered and continued poking Prowl. I walked over to the berth and Jazz lifted me up. I walked over to Prowls head and peered at him upside down. Prowl had fully covered his face with his servos so Jazz grabbed his servos and pushed his friend on his back. Prowl was breathing hard trying to resist his friends pushing and I bit her lip trying not to laugh. I pulled out her cellphone and snapped a picture of Prowl, who was completely blue with embarrassment.

"I swear you're both going to be the end of me." He muttered earning another laugh from both of them.

"Come on Tic-tac, Jazz and I saved your sorry aft." I protested with a smile.

"Where did you learn that word." Prowl asked in surprise.

"…You…" I answered blanky. He turned blue again and his head dropped back in defeat. Jazz smiled and said,

"Ya know, We jus' might be ok."

I'm sorry, I put my characters through so much, I just needed a fluff chapter.

Thx to everybody again, and please review!

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