Power sliding to a halt in front of the Autobot base; Optimus was already halfway transformed when his tires stopped rolling. He wanted to throttle Mikaela for running off again, but at the same time he wanted to hold her and make sure she was all right. The others followed Optimus, transforming in motion. Optimus flung the door open, striding into the base, fully intending on giving her a piece of his mind. He stopped short when he saw Jazz standing there. Ironhide, who had been immediately behind Optimus, ran into the leader, whose jaw was hanging open at the sight of Jazz standing there.

"What…what…?" Optimus couldn't even form the question. Jazz gave him an easy grin.

"Yo, Optimus. What's up?" He asked grinning at him. Optimus stood there, staring at him his optics nearly popping out of his head at the sight of Jazz.

"H-how?" Jazz grinned at him, nodding at Mikaela, who looked as though she was sleeping peacefully on one of the medical beds.

"Move. NOW." Arcee was shoving her way to the front, she had thought she heard a familiar voice, but no, it couldn't be, he was dead-

"Arcee." Jazz's voice pierced through her spark, and she as she shoved Optimus and Ironhide out of her way, she caught her first glimpse of Jazz since Cybertron.

"Oh, Jazz." She fell into his waiting arms, the smaller female's metallic arms wrapping solidly around Jazz's silver frame. It had been so long since she had seen him, she couldn't even begin to count. She didn't want to. All that mattered was he was here now, alive and standing in front of her again. Jazz gave her a tight squeeze, then released her from his embrace, but kept her smaller hand in his.

"What of Mikaela?" Jazz pressed, the girl had saved him from the very thing they all privately feared.

"I'm…I'm here." Ratchet said, pushing his way forward, staring at Jazz, open-mouthed. He strode over to Mikaela, clapping Jazz on the back as he passed him. "Good to have you back." Ratchet grinned at him, relieved beyond words to have him back. He went over to Mikaela, running his scans before he even reached her side.

"Optimus." Jazz greeted his leader warmly, clasping hands with the large Autobot.

"Jazz. It is an honor, once again." Optimus said, giving his first lieutenant a clap on the shoulder. "We thought we would never…" Optimus cut himself off, overwhelmed by emotions. Mikaela had done this. For him. For all of them. For Jazz. He had never been so consumed with devotion as he was now. He couldn't believe she had risked herself for Jazz, then again…he could. She had proven over and over throughout the past few hours, months, that she was capable of thinking of others, and not just herself. She had nearly died twice, and she still continued to help whenever she could, continued to do whatever she could to save others. Optimus couldn't help it. He gave Jazz's hand a final grip, then strode over to Mikaela.

"Will she be all right?" Optimus asked Ratchet, his tone low and worried. Ratchet looked askance at Optimus, giving him an easy smile.

"She'll be fine. She's just slipped into stasis to rest herself. From what I can tell, using the energy exhausts her." He looked down at Mikaela. "I honestly don't know how she would perform on a greater scale. I don't know if she can create life, from a non-sentient appliance or vehicle. But I think that it is safe to say she can, from what she has done here with Jazz." He stopped speaking as Mikaela began to move, her features settling into a frown.

Ironhide and Chromia stepped forward as Optimus and Ratchet walked away. Chromia embraced Jazz with an easy grin. She hadn't witnessed his death or the horrible finality of it, it wasn't nearly as shocking for her as it was for Ironhide, Optimus and Ratchet. Ironhide shook his hand, his grip hard.

"Back from the dead, eh?" Ironhide said, his voice gruff. He was trying to keep his emotion out of his voice, but he wasn't really succeeding. Chromia covered her mouth with a smile, and looked away as the two friends greeted each other.

"Back and ready for action, old man." Jazz said, smacking Ironhide on his shoulder. Ironhide glared at Jazz in mock anger.

"Old man, eh?" Ironhide smirked at the younger 'bot, clapping Jazz back. Arcee grinned at Ironhide, her hand back in Jazz's. Ironhide walked off towards Bumblebee, who was hanging back with Sam, who was staring at Jazz in awe. Chromia however, hung back and rested her eyes upon Elita, then on Optimus who was hovering by Mikaela. She moved to Elita, she had a thing or two to tell her.

Mikaela was dreaming. Odd, she thought. Do robots dream too? It wasn't a normal dream. It was just a white emptiness, like a dry erase board. She could feel herself healing, her body taking care of the exhaustion she had incurred during her repairs on Jazz. It was calming, the feeling of her body taking care of itself. Except she kept hearing music. She could feel her features arranging into a frown. Where was it coming from?

…Someone save me if you will…

Where the hell was that coming from? She could hear it, and she tried desperately to reach out towards it. Every time she felt like she had a grasp on the source, it slipped away from her.

…Someone save me if you will
And take away all these pills…

Angry now, she grabbed at it, clutching it with everything she had, trying her best to determine the source. Still nothing, the signal faded back into darkness, just beyond her reach.

…And please just save me, if you can
From the blasphemy in my wasteland…

She was frustrated. It was sucking up energy every time she grabbed at the signal. She waited for a moment, listening to the signal fade in and out. Once it came back stronger, she made a final lunge, grasping at the signal before it faded. Working her mind around it, she could feel herself processing the information, dragging coordinates from the fading signal. She couldn't tell who was sending it, but she could defiantly discern that the one sending it was in big trouble. She released the signal, having retrieved the coordinates and stored them in her memory bank, and slipped into a more comatose state.

"Wonder what she's thinking." Sam said, staring down at Mikaela's face. "Maybe she's having a bad dream."

"I'm not sure if she can dream, Sam." Ratchet said, watching Mikaela's face change as it changed from frowning to angry to frustrated. "Her levels are all normal, but her adrenaline and heart rate keep jumping."

"She still has a heart?" Sam asked curiously. Ratchet glanced at him, bemused.

"She still has all of her internal organs Sam. They are just…robotic now. As opposed to fuel tanks and mufflers, she has electric lungs, heart, and other organs."

"Cool." Sam said, staring down at Mikaela as she gripped her blanket, pulling it up to her chin. "Didn't know you guys could move in stasis."

"We don't, normally. But she is different than us. Perhaps she can dream, and move." Ratchet spoke as he watched Mikaela as well.

Optimus hadn't moved from her side. He had the hand that wasn't clutching a blanket gently in his own. He kept a silent vigil over her, speaking only when necessary, much to Elita's annoyance. Elita was pacing a lot, and Chromia finally jerked her to a halt, dragging her outside.

"What is with you?" Chromia demanded.

"Nothing. We have discussed this already." Elita snapped. She hated herself for being so jealous. She had told herself she was over him, she had thought she was, but having him near and close, it was apparent to herself, and obviously Chromia, she was not.

"Leave it be, Elita. It's behind you. Move on. You can't obsess about this, it isn't like you." Chromia said, letting go of Elita, staring hard into Elita's eyes.

"I know." Elita said, slumping against the building. Chromia looked at her, alarmed. She had never seen her leader look so defeated.

"Look, Elita. I know you two had a thing. Everyone knows. But it's been millions of years, Elita. Just let it go." Chromia said gently, taking Elita's hand in her own. Elita looked up at Chromia, blue optics flaring in the moonlight.

"You are right. I was so stupid, such a fool. It is apparent he is happy, and who am I to disrupt that?" Elita said, staring into Chromia's eyes. Chromia gave a nod, then smiled at her leader.

"That's more like you. I've never seen you look so…upset, Elita. It isn't like the proud, kind, giving leader I have always known. Get rid of this moping, whining Elita and bring back the one that we all knew and loved." Chromia said, squeezing Elita's hand.

"I will. Thank you, Chromia." Elita said, squeezing Chromia's hand back.

They walked back inside together, Elita feeling much better and Chromia feeling rather accomplished.

Mikaela was still resting fitfully. She was vaguely aware now of Optimus' holding her hand, and she felt her chest constrict slightly with eagerness. She wanted to be awake, see his face…hopefully he wouldn't be too pissed at her. She almost didn't care, just to see his face again would brighten everything. No matter how angry he could become at her, seeing him before her and knowing he was hers and only hers made her smile.

Optimus stared down at the now smiling Mikaela, looking at Ratchet with a raised brow. Ratchet gave a good natured shrug, then moved away from the two. Jazz and Arcee had disappeared, and Ratchet had a feeling as to what they were doing. He shook his head and rolled his eyes, then made his way towards Ironhide and Bumblebee, giving Optimus and Mikaela a moment, even though Mikaela was resting.

Meanwhile, outside in the desert, there were two figures on the ground in the soft moonlight. Their cries were unnoticed by any others, heard only to themselves. Metallic fingers caressed delicate wiring as Jazz and Arcee melted into one another for the first time in years.

A/N: Personally…I don't care if Jazz and Arcee never even met in any TF universe- they were/are honeys in my world! Yesssss. This chapter is choppy and...ick. I don't like it.