Wakakakakakakaka!! It's the day before my end-of-semester exam and I finished it! I guess it's when I'm nervous my brain starts working... oh well, and to prevent time confusion ('cause even I'M kinda confused by it...), ALL of the events from when Bumblebee woke up (forget what chapter is it) happens in a day. So this chapter tolds of when walked away from Bumblebee to his quarters.

ENJOY!

Warning: Hehehe, some fluffs.... I think...

Why…

The silver mech wondered while lying on a berth.

'Why didn't I kept running?'

He recalled the time when he was feverishly running away from his yellow companion. He didn't know what was happening, even though he woke up a few hours ago, his processor was still slowly rebooting from his awakening.

'Why did I ran anyways?'

He thought of when he saw the worry face of Ratchet giving him his hand which he flinched. He didn't meant to do that, but he admit that being in the arms of a stranger in a berth was NOT pleasant when you finally got up from a daze. And that's when he freaked out and ran.

'Why did I stopped?'

Of course, that question was the one that made him confused the most. When he had ran through an open field, when he had decided at a large tree in the middle of a hill, when he was sure he wanted to get away, he stopped when he saw him. If he hadn't stopped, he could have avoided the next question in his mind…

'Why did I believed him?'

The mech hugged him, begging him not to go away. He didn't know what to do. He doesn't know who he is. Why was he doing this?

'Why?'

Did he not tell him he never knew him? Did he not tell himself that he never met a mech like him?

He knew he did.

But he didn't know why his spark felt warm when he was near him. Why it felt comfortable when he had hugged him even when his processor was screaming at him to get away. Why it was beaming at the time the yellow mech told him about them. Why it hurt when he saw that angry face of the mech. Why it practically jumped for joy when he couldn't resist to hold his hand at the hall. Why it spoke against his mind when he walked away after deciding he wasn't good for the scout, just after he thought that the femme could be so much better for him…. For Bumblebee…

It was not always clear to him why his spark seems to know the mech while his processor thought he was a stranger he just knew.

And Ratchet….

He seem to know which one is right and which one is not. He never had the chance to ask him about it after seeing his shocked face and frozed body. He knows how the medic feels. Ubelievable, he knows he himself doesn't believe that, even though it is the truth set in his eyes, he still denies it.

But the medic knows something he doesn't know.

He knows who Bumblebee is. So, yes, he picked the yellow mech's side.

So the problem wasn't Bumblebee…. it was him.

Suddenly Jazz's processor overheated for thinking something so illogical and blacked out. After about an hour past he regain consciousness, he slowly recovered from his sudden blackout and thought for a moment, careful not to provoke himself from thinking too much again. He tinkered of what he should do first, which one was suppose to be first and second and last.

After quite a long time of thinking, he finally sat up from his lying position with a straight face and decided,

"It's time I should ask something about myself… Primus knows what had happened to me when I was offlined…"

When he entered the med bay, he didn't think anyone else was inside…

Sunstreaker was there complaining the about his scratched paint and battered body and blamed his brother for it. Sideswipe's dents was being pounded back by the said medic while he argued with his brother. Ironhide was in one corner bandaging both of his bleeding wrists while cursing at the twins for being so feral when he tried to break their growing argument with each other. Ratchet was… busy, and of course, annoyed by the loud noises, and Sideswipe's writhing.

And none of them seem to acknowledge him entering.

He waited for either one of them to stop doing something. Sure he's a self-confident guy but when the twins are having an argument he rather not intervene, and a mad medic is not what he wanted right now.

The door slid open and revealed another face Jazz was surprised to meet. But he was happy nonetheless.

"Prowl!"

The said tactician turned his attention from the datapad he was working with and jerked his head up in alarm.

"How are you buddy!"

Jazz walked to his side and slapped his back. But the black and white didn't replied. He just stayed silent and stared at the other in disbelief.

That's where silence comes in.

And it is not pleasant.

Everyone seems to stare at him and the frozen tactician. One was worry, one was alarm, another was confusion, and the other one was uncaring. No one moved, no one said anything as they wait for Prowl to react.

And react he did. His processor buzzed and he collapsed.

Jazz of course, was confused at his friend's behaviour. Ratchet sighed in despair, Sunstreaker crossed his arm in boredom (like nothing in here is ever new to him), Sideswipe groan (from what he does not know), and Ironhide stayed silent.

"Sunstreaker, would you please lay Prowl on one of the medical berth?" Ratchet asked, tired of the events that happened this morning, just the time another one is added. And he didn't even had enough time to get a pleasant recharge.

The yellow twin silently complied, glaring at his brother while doing so. In turn the red lambo growled, but it was silenced with a whack at the back of his head by Ratchet. Ratchet also turn his head to Ironhide, who nodded his head and led Jazz outside.

Well, this wasn't the visit he had intended to have, but maybe speaking with the weapon specialist will just do…

"Hey 'Hide?" Jazz called softly.

"Yeah? What's wrong?" The black mech replied.

"…. How are you?" he hesitantly ask.

"I'm fine, I have been better but all right."

"…. How's the wound on your wrist?"

"Okay I guess. S'not like a hovering rust infection is trying to get me." Ironhide ended with a chuckle, but it made the silver mech shiver. And it did not go unnoticed.

"Alright kid, what's wrong?"

"Huh?... oh, it's nothing, I was just… wondering about why Sides had a fight with Sunny…" It wasn't a lie, but it's not the truth either.

"That??!" The black mech said almost smacking the other. "It's their usual fight, Sunstreaker there still disagrees with Sideswipes relationship with—err, a guy and crossed the line, again. Sideswipe in turn started beating him into crap, and of course I tried to end their brawl, but that just provoked both of them to fight harder." He paused to lift his uninjured right arm up and curled it into a fist. "So both those slagging bastards bit me!" He hissed out.

There was silence as Ironhide vent air in and out roughly while Jazz thinks of another question that won't make the black mech angrier. After deciding stalling was already enough, and his list of questions would just make the atmosphere awkward, asking his intended question was finally a good idea to do.

"Did… did something happened to me, when I died?"

That didn't caught the old mech by surprised, but it changed his entire mood. After what Bumblebee told him, he just knew at the back of his processor a question like this would pop out. Well, maybe you just expect a lot of possibilities that could happen when you get older…

"No… nah, not much happened to you. You got torn in half and Ratchet fixed you up. We didn't have much supplies, but you're body were definitely operational. And in one way or another, little Bee got you back."

He said in his usual gruff tone, but gave a half smile when he mention about the scout.

"Oh, well that explains my thinner shape…" Jazz trailed off for a while, "But does it have anything to do with my processor? Or my memory banks? Or anything near my head?"

"Nah, Ratchet diagnosed you over and over after he has done with your repairs, and he doesn't find anything that could cause you to forget who Bumblebee is."

"How do you know I forgot who Bumblebee is?" Jazz suddenly asked, suspicious.

Darn, a slip of the tongue…

"It's…. kinda obvious…" He tried to make a story of some sort.

"How obvious?"

"Well, you don't seem to be… happy. When you see him. You don't really spend a lot of time with him, like you always do. In fact, you ran away from him." Ironhide said.

"You talked to him, didn't you?"

Ironhide sighed and nodded, Jazz frowned.

"So, what did he tell you?"

"Everything."

A moment of pause.

"….Who… exactly is he?"

"Your best friend." The other said simply. "At least that was the way you acted years ago. And I'm talking before the event of Tyger Pax."

At the mention of Tyger Pax, Jazz cringe. He remembered a team being tortured on a mission there… but didn't know which or who was the one.

There was silence as they walked through the empty hall, no one seems to be up at this hour, and it's only eleven o'clock. Today happened so fast… But now he knows something is causing him to forget Bumblebee, but it wasn't a physical error. Something or someone deleted a part of his memory.

"Hmm, well I should go now… my quarter is just through this hall. See ya Jazz." Ironhide said rather quickly.

"Yeah, see ya later 'Hide…" The silver mech said weakly.

He wondered why the black mech dismissed him so quickly, or why he walked in a rush to his designated quarters… wait, that's Optimus' office!

"Uh, 'Hide! Your quarters is that way-AH!"

Jazz shouted in surprised as someone crashed into him. They roughly fell down with the mech on top.

"H-hey! Watch where you're…"

He didn't get to finish his statement as he locked eyes with the very mech he didn't want to see right now.

Bumblebee stared down at Jazz, sky blue eyes shining while he grinned sheepishly. He was actually searching for Jazz himself, but he didn't meant to find him like this… his train of thoughts died down as he saw a rare bashful expression of the Solstice. He always liked that look the most, beside smiling genuinely of course. Then he did something without thinking… he purred comfortably and rested his head the silver mech's torso, gently falling asleep. He was clearly exhausted at today's events.

".... H-hey!" Jazz whispered awkwardly, trying to get the scout's attention. His spark is feeling quite content at their position, but his mind wanted to just be buried right then and there. If he were human, he would be blushing heavily right now.

Minutes ticked off and they still lay at that position and Jazz is growing even more uncomfortable. There are many things he wanted to do right know, emotions running in every part of his body. A side of him wanted to push the other off, telling him to scream, telling him to slap him, telling him to yell at him to get off, but another side of his feelings insisted that he should stay, he should embrace the other, he should relax with his companion while he get the chance, and another wanted him to kiss him senseless.

He couldn't decide how to react to this situation, so he did what he thinks is good for the moment…

He fainted.

haha, I know, the ending sucks!! XD
if you noticed, I didn't put up the disclaimer! huahuahuahua!! :D