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All That Jazz Part 25
Moonracer sighed, and folded her arms. "Brilliant, Ratchet. Next time you have to drop a bomb on her, why not make it a real one? The shock would be just the same, and it gives you more work to do." She smiled condescendingly then frowned. "My point being you have no delicacy."
Ratchet turned disdainful eyes on the petite femme.
Moonracer smiled as sweet and innocently as she could.
Ratceht sighed, feeling a headache coming on.
"What about the imprint? You figured it out yet?" Moonracer squinted one optic at the medic.
"Yes." Ratchet stopped by what could be called a nurse's station, and set down the panel he held. He raised two fingers to either side of his head, and rubbed in small circles creating a small static charge to ease the build-up in his head.
Moonracer stared expectantly. "And?" she moved to his side, and slid the panel toward herself. Her optics widened. "What? But-how did...him?" She gawked.
"It's not shock if you know the history of everything." Ratchet said, picking up the panel. "Besides, Amy will figure it out. The femme looks just like him."
"Just something else you did for her." Moonracer said sarcastically.
"Speaking of shock," Ratchet turned smugly to the smaller Autobot next to him looking quite pleased with his supposed guilt. "Where is the other child?" His smug smile grew.
Moonracer froze, and quietly excused herself before running down the hall at breakneck speed.
Chromia sat at the nurse's station, keeping an eye on things for Firestar, and making herself bored in the process. "How did they take the news?" She asked, glancing at Ratchet.
"Amy is a strong girl. She can handle it." Ratchet smiled.
"I can't handle this." Amy picked up the small femme, and held under her arms out over the edge of the station.
The small femme blinked big blue optics at Amy, and held her arms out, smiling wide.
"Oh god, every species has it." Amy let the small femme back onto her lap.
The young one curled up against Amy contentedly.
"Why god?" Amy looked up at the ceiling. "Why is she sooo cute?" She hugged the little femme, and kissed her head several times.
The little femme looked up with her large blue eyes that made Amy want to cry, they were so cute. She hugged the spark-ling tighter, and giggled.
Bumblebee watched with a smile.
Amy cracked one eye open, and looked up startled. "Oh!" She smiled at Bumblebee then looked down at the femme. What am I supposed to call her?
The little Autobot stared expectantly up at Amy, smiling wide.
Amy sighed. "Um," She said then took a deep breath. "I guess you need a name."
The little femme beamed, her mouth open excitedly, and clasped her hands.
"So..." She scratched her head, and looked across the room at Jazz. The lieutenant's head was turned to the side, staring at the wall. "Psst!" She hissed. "Hey, c'mere!"
"Can't." Jazz grunted.
Amy sighed. "Fine, jerk." She looked down at the femme, who stared up at her wide increasingly wide blue optics. She and the little girl stared at each other for a moment then it came to her like a nudge in the back. "Meister."
The little girl grinned wide, and hugged Amy's neck giggling.
"Guess it works. Meister it is." Amy hugged the femme tightly.
Jazz turned his optics to the small femme, and stared at her for a moment.
"Can you promise me something, Meister?" Amy asked on a sigh.
Meister nodded eagerly.
"Help me when I ask because I don't know how to be a parent." Amy felt bad for saying so, afraid she might hurt the little femme's feelings. "Not that I don't want to, because I do, I really do."
The little femme tilted her head, her smile falling slightly.
"Nevermind. I love you." Amy hugged her tightly.
Meister's smile returned, and she giggled.
Jazz sat up. "She aint' gonna undehstand half o' what ya say." He narrowed his optics not in anger, but reluctance. He was going to have to get involved. Amy didn't just not know how to be a parent, she was out of her mind to try. "Ah imagine she don't even know how t' talk."
"Well your grammar has much improved." Amy leered at the white Autobot.
Jazz sputtered then lay back, and folded his arms fuming.
Bumblebee wanted to say something, but knew he had to keep his proverbial mouth shut, and not speak for the moment.
Amy directed Meister's attention to the bed to her left. "See that Autobot there?" She smiled.
Meister turned, and looked at Bumblebee with barely mild interest.
"That's my friend Bumblebee." Amy smiled.
Amy had barely uttered "Bumblebee" when Meister beamed, hurriedly climbing down off of the bed, and scurried over to Bumblebee's side. She hopped up and down next to Bumblebee grinning. "Meister, Meister, Meister!" She chanted.
"Oh god, she's a pokemon." Amy stared.
Meister looked at Amy, beaming.
"She ain't a..whateveh ya said...is the only word she knows." Jazz said.
Amy turned her head slowly to where the white Autobot lay on his side, and bore a hole in his arm with her gaze. "What?"
"Warned ya." Jazz said.
Amy turned back to Meister. "Hey Meister."
Meister was at Amy's side before she could blink.
"New rule," Amy chuckled nervously. "Don't move so fast you creep me out, okay?"
Meister stopped hopping, and held her hands behind her back. She nodded, shuffling her feet.
"You're so adorable. I'm not mad, really I'm not." Amy cooed.
"The child is in need of a proper education." Ironhide put in, watching the little femme.
Meister turned, and looked at Ironhide.
The way Ironhide shifted told everyone in the room that even he couldn't resist the immediate charm of the little femme.
"Er," Moonracer walked in. "I just-..."
Meister squealed, and disappeared around the foot of the station Amy sat up on. There was much happy sounds, and hopping. Meister re-appeared carrying another small Autobot awkwardly as if lifting it right from where it stood.
"Oh boy." Bumblebee gulped.
Jazz sat up, staring at the pair of small femmes standing next to Amy's bed. "Frag, no."
"Hoy crap," Amy gasped. "You're a twin."
The little Autoobt was a fraction shorter than Meister, and stared up at Amy with the same increasingly large blue optics.
"These things happen." Ironhide grumbled.
Amy huffed at the trio in the room. "Would you three stop? This is so cool! I mean, I'm scared as hell, but this is great! If you're gonna have something, why not have two?" she smiled.
"Why not? Ah tell you why not!" Jazz pulled the tube from his wrist, and walked over to Amy. The strain was evident in his slight gait, and the way he leaned heavily on the side of Amy's bed. "They kids! Mo' o' dem's like mo 'Cons."
"Jazz!" Moonracer stomped a foot.
"Lieutenant, how could you?" Bumblebee glared.
Ironhide grunted.
Amy's optics turned deathly angry. "Did you just group those two little darlings in with Decepticons?" Her voice remained calm, but practically dripping with Cyber venom.
Jazz leaned forward. "Nah, ah wuz wrong." He said with a condescending smirk. "Dey worse."
Amy planted her hand so hard into Jazz's face it sent him careening to the floor. "Shame on you!" She shrieked.
Meister shrieked sadly, holding the smaller femme against her. She stared at Amy with watery eyes.
Amy looked down at Meister. "No, baby, don't cry." She placed her head in her hands.
"Why you hit 'im like dat?" Meister cried.
"It just happened, I-..." Amy paused, and gawked. "You sound just like him."
"Jazz was talking." Bumblebee said, recognition dawning on him. "Maybe she imprinted his voice."
Amy glanced at Bumblebee then at Meister. "I was just."
"You be mo' ca'ful." Meister pouted, pulling the smaller femme up.
"Don't you take that tone of voice with me." Amy frowned.
Meister pouted.
"The lip isn't going to work this time." Amy frowned, folding her arms.
Meister sulked. "Ah'm sorry."
Moonracer helped Jazz to his feet groaning. "Don't everybody get up at once." She said, half-dragging him back to his bed.
Meister held up the small femme, but not nearly high enough. "Can ya take 'er? She's heavy."
Amy reached down to lift the femme, but two yellow and silver hands picked her up. She looked up, and smiled at Bumblebee. "Thanks."
"Sure." Bumblebee set the smallest femme on the bed on shaky legs.
"Sh' can' stand yet." Meister said. "Ya gotta hold 'er up." She said, grabbing the edge of the bed, and pulling herself up.
"You have quite the vocabulary for a newborn." Amy said.
"Ah know!" Meister giggled, her hands half-covering her face. "Iz em-bear-sing."
The smaller femme made a funny sort of smile, and tucked her chin against her chest.
"You guys are so darn cute!" Amy cooed, and grabbed the smaller femme.
"Sh' needs a name, too." Meister said, shifting to sit on her knees.
Amy looked thoughtful. "Your name should be." She looked at Jazz. "What do you think?"
Jazz didn't answer, but stared at the wall to his right.
"Suit yourself, but you can't say I didn't ask." Amy shook a finger at him.
Meister and the small femme mimicked the movement toward Jazz.
Jazz's eyes visibly narrowed at the all though the glare was directed at the three femmes.
"Last chance." Amy smiled sweetly.
Ironhide watched with increasing interest.
Jazz stayed silent.
"Fine." She turned to the small femme. "Bebop."
The little femme looked a little put out.
"No?" Amy asked. "How about Blues?"
The little femme gave a martyred sigh.
Amy thought for another minute, and glanced up at Bumblebee.
Bumblebee shrugged.
Amy smiled, and looked at the little femme slyly. "How do you like," she started. "Goldbug?"
The littlest femme beamed so brightly, Amy thought the smile would make her go blind.
"Goldbug!" She exclaimed.
Mesiter clapped her hands merrily. "Goldbug! Goldbug!"
Bumblebee had something to say, but decided to save it until Jazz wasn't in proximity.
Jazz fumed.
Amy looked at Jazz smugly at first then her expression fell. While Goldbug continued to chant her name happily, and Meister clapped her hands excitedly, Amy wished silently that Jazz hadn't reacted the way he did.
"You have, as they say, a clean bill of health." Ratchet smiled two days later.
Amy sighed with relief, flexing the wrist the tube had been stuck in for five days, if Ironhide's word of her being unconscious for close to three days was anything. "Thanks, Ratchet." She said, looking over at Jazz.
In his agitation, Jazz had worsened his condition. He could hardly sit up, and slept most of the time.
"The lieutenant will recover after two days of rest." Ratchet assured Amy, grasping her shoulder.
Amy hopped off of the table, and walked over to Jazz's side. The white autobot watched the blue femme approach, his mouth quirking slightly in a smile.
"I know you're mad," Amy said, grasping his hand. "I wish you would at least talk to them."
Jazz turned his head slowly toward Amy, out of anger or weakness, the blue femme wasn't sure. He squeezed her hand, and shook his head slightly.
Amy looked relieved.
Jazz's mouth fought to move, but the small blue disc attached to his right hand that distributed a tranquilizer prevented him from moving much.
Amy looked a little put out from his silence.
Ratchet walked up to Amy, and placed a hand on her shoulder. "In short, he is tranquilized." He said.
"Oh." Amy smiled slightly.
Jazz wanted to apologize for how he'd reacted to the two small femmes, but the fragging tranqs were sufferingly debilitating
Amy leaned down, and pressed her mouthplate to his, and stood up again. "Alright." She sighed, and turned to Ratchet. "Call me when he's not so hopped up on cyber-drugs, okay?" she said, slightly annoyed, and walked out of the room.
Amy felt nauseous as he walked down the hall. She hadn't meant to sound so demanding, but she needed to talk to Jazz ASAP, and kick his ass for saying those things about Meister and Goldbug. Lost in thought, Amy almost missed a small eyeball hovering ahead of her, staring at her lovingly.
"Trigger!" Amy beamed.
Trigger squealed, and wrapped its chord arms around Amy's head, nuzzling her lovingly.
"I'm sorry, I forgot all about you." She sniffed. "Are you okay? I got hit by that venom stuff, and...I didn't even think where you were."
Trigger warbled, and mewled, and sobbed for a good two minutes before it calmed down, and twittered away about what it had been doing. It got really excited, and jabbered on and on about a robot named Bluestreak, and how happy he was to hear Amy was alright.
Amy paused. "Bluestreak?" She asked thoughtfully. The name rolled out of her mouth like she had said it a thousand times before, and then some. Bluestreak. She repeated inwardly a few times.
Trigger nodded enthusiastically.
"Hiyahiya!" Meister called.
Amy looked up and saw Meister seated on the lap of a red clone of Bumblebee, his arms around Meister to hold her on his lap. Meister poked his head as Amy neared, rousing the Autobot.
"She's here nah, you can go." Meister said, wiggling out of his grasp.
"Meister, that's so mean." Amy folded her arms.
Sideswipe raised his arms above his head with a resounding clank, and sighed. "Heya Blazer." Sideswipe teased.
Amy shifted uncomfortably.
"Cute kid, she's got your stubbornness." Sideswipe rolled his optics.
Meister stomped her foot, balled her hands on her waist, and puffed out her chest. "Ah'm not stubbo'n."
"Yeah you are." Sideswipe chuckled.
"Am not!" Meister exclaimed.
"You are too." The red Autobot's smirk fell slightly.
"Am not!" Meister folded her arms, and pouted stubbornly.
"Are too." Sideswipe said calmly.
"Am Not!" Meister exclaimed.
"Are Too!" Sideswipe exclaimed.
"Are Too!" Meister shouted.
"Am Not!" Sideswipe clenched a fist at the small femme.
"Are Too!"
"Am Not!"
"You are too!" Meister shrieked, and stormed away.
"Why that little!" Sideswipe stood up.
Amy folded her arms in amusement. "What are you guys arguing about?" She asked, smiling.
"I'm not stub-..." Sideswipe looked at Amy, who nodded slightly. "She pulled the old switcheroo on me, didn't she?"
"Yeah." Amy snickered.
"See? Just like you." Sideswipe teased.
Amy gasped, chuckling. "Are you saying I would do something as sinister as that to you? Moi?" She laughed.
Sideswipe nodded. "Yeah."
"You're probably right." Amy shrugged. "so where's the other one?" She asked, looking around.
Sideswipe looked confused. "Other...what?"
Amy's face fell into a frown. "The other girl. There are two of them."
"Primus help us all." Sideswipe said, tapping his foot idly.
"I'm serious, her name is Goldbug." Amy said, looking around frantically. "Goldbug!" she called.
Sideswipe had a comment about the name, but decided to keep it to himself. "I saw a little kid following Bumblebee around."
Amy turned sharply to the red Autobot, and grabbed his arms. "Where?" She demanded.
Sideswipe gulped at the sheer ferocity of the beautiful young blue autobot. "Uhh," He stammered. "You-sh-she...they were headed toward the hydroponics bay."
Amy kept her hold on Sideswipe glaring squinting one eye in confusion. "Hydroponics?"
Meister walked up carrying a floppy doll that mysteriously looked like Jazz in his silver solstice form. Amy did a double take, pushing aside the thoughts of (A) Why it looked that way, and (B) How it came into existence.
"In th' floweh gawden." Meister said.
Amy looked back at Meister. "Can you take me there?"
Meister nodded, smiling. She reached up for Amy's hand. "Ah show ya."
Amy grasped Meister's hand, and let the little femme lead her out the front of the hospital, Sideswipe behind them.
The sheer size of the Cityscape before them took Amy's breath away. The hospital seemed to be set back from everything else, and slightly higher, setting the city below at a perfect angle should one want to just stand and stare at some point. Amy made a mental note to starefervently at the Autobot-size city after finding Goldbug.
The Hydroponics bay was not just a flower garden, but a whole setup of seemingly endless rows of carrying plants, all of them tagged, and monitored by white orbs.
Trigger landed next to one orb, and engaged it in conversation.
Meister pulled Amy enthusiastically down one isle, and turned a corner into a row of differing vegetables.
Bumblebee was crouched in the middle of the isle behind Goldbug as she watered a cabbage the size of Bumblebee's hand.
"That's a big cabbage." Amy said.
Bumblebee looked up. "Good morning." He smiled.
Goldbug set down the sprayer, and hugged Amy's leg with a delighted squeal.
"Wus dat?" Meister asked, pointing at the cabbage.
"It's an Earth vegetable. I'm monitoring it for Chromia." Bumblebee explained softly.
Amy lifted Goldbug onto her hip, and stood next to the crouched Bumblebee. "How did it get so big?"
Bumblebee stood up, Meister peeking curiously over the top of the planter, her eyes barely able to see over the edge of the table. "With the right conditions, you can grow a plant indefinitely."
"So Chromia's the one with the green thumb?" Amy asked, and realized a second later as a smile spread across Sideswipe's face that Chromia was, in fact, green. "No pun intended."
Bumblebee let out a laugh. "Apparently, yes. Believe me, I didn't take her for nuturing in the least."
Amy gave Bumblebee an incredulous look. "After the way she was fawning all over you in the hospital? She spends so much time babying you, it sucks out everyone else's energy to be around it."
Bumblebee's gaze fell then he looked at the cabbage awkwardly.
Chromia walked up the aisle, and paused next to the table holding the massive cabbage. "Ratchet let me of the hook. Bumble, dear, is everything-" Her optics grew wide, and she was on Amy like white on rice. "AMY! Oh my goodness, we've all been so worried about you!" She took Amy's hand that wasn't holding up Goldbug, and held them up. "Oh my, sweetheart, you're so beautiful! You make such a perfect Autobot!" She pushed her face in Amy's and scrutinized her face happily. "I knew Ironhide was right about you!" She beamed. "Oh! That Tarantulus is going to pay for trying to impersonate you." She growled, jerking Amy's hands down.
Bumblebee snickered.
Amy glared. "It's..." she cleared her throat, and looked at Chromia. "Ah." She ducked away. "It's nice to see you too, Chromia, and thanks for saying so. I don't find myself particularly attractive-"
"Oh, poppycock!" Chromia spat.
Amy mouth poppycock then shook her head.
"You're as beautiful and radiant and an energon crystal." Chromia smiled.
"More so." Bumblebee muttered.
Chromia turned. "Ohh, I think someone has a short for you." She eyed Amy gleefully.
"Speaking of which," Amy slid her hand from Chromia's grasp. "Would you mind watching my two girls for a second while I talk with Bumblebee?"
"Two?" Chromia gasped. "I met little Goldbug here," She took a minute, and did a little wiggle that had Amy questioning her mental capacity. "She was just so eager to help me that I left the two of them to look after my botanicals."
"Well, that," Amy pointed at Meister. "Is her sister Meister."
Chromia turned, and looked down. "Awwhhoohhh." She cooed. "Aren't you just darling? You look like that handsome lieutenant Jazz, yes you do."
"Mama says ah talk like 'im, too." Meister giggled.
"Oh, you sure do little lady." Chromia took her hand.
Amy set Goldbug down. "Okay girl, I need to chat with Bumblebee about something, so you two stay with Chromia, okay?" She smiled.
" 'Kay!" Goldbug hopped over to Chromia, and hugged her leg.
"A'ight." Meister gave a little wave.
Amy grabbed Bumblebee's wrist, and pulled him out of the Hydroponics bay.
Once out the door and a few meters away from the building, the blue femme released the captive wrist, and folded her arms.
Bumblebee rubbed his wrist a bit. "Is everything alright, Amy?"
Amy shrugged, and shifted from one foot to the other. "I think Jazz isn't happy about the girls."
Bumblebee never in his time of knowing her, had taken Amy to be slow on the uptake, but everyone has their day, and on that day there is really only one response to such a declaration. "Y'think?" He said.
Amy started, and looked up at the yellow Autobot.
"Sorry," Bumblebee said. "But after the display in the infirmary, I think most everyone in the city knows his initial reaction was less that pleasant."
Amy nodded. "I suppose so," She sighed. "But..." She placed hand over her mouth as she thought briefly then took it away, and let it hang at her side. "I didn't think he would just start yelling like that." She started tapping one foot nervously. "I thought..." She sighed. "I thought he would be happy.
Bumblebee nodded slowly, not sure if there was anything he could say.
"And then there's another thing. If I had those two then how long exactly have they been inside me? I was not pregnant when I first met the Autobots." Amy said matter-of-factly. "And I don't think I-..."
Bumblebee shifted uncomfortably.
"Y'know," Amy said, making an unreadable gesture with her hands. "Anyway, I haven't been an Autobot for nine months, either!"
"Nine months?" Bumblebee started. "What does nine months have to do with it?"
Amy groaned. "Well, that's how long it takes before babies are born."
"I don't see why. Once two sparks have merged, or become imprinted then a body can be built at any time for the spark-ling." Bumblebee explained.
Amy looked confused. "Really?"
Bumblebee nodded.
"Oh," Amy shifted, and folded her arms. "So...what were your parents like?"
"Most Cybertronians are created from the Allspark." Bumblebee gave another little shrug, and scratched his head idly.
"Oh," Amy nodded. "But I had Meister and Goldbug."
Bumblebee stopped scratching a sensor cluster on the back of his neck, and made a mental note to talk to Ratchet about it. "About Goldbug."
Amy smiled.
"Can you give her a different designation?" Bumblebee asked.
Amy folded her arms, and frowned. "Something wrong with my baby's name?"
Bumblebee took a step away from the fuming femme. "N-no, it's not that, but..."
"But what?" Amy leaned forward, glaring at the yellow Autobot.
"I've had four bots say it's sweet that you named her after me." Bumblebee said.
Amy was silent for a moment then she smiled. "Maybe I did."
Bumblebee started, and looked at Amy. "But," He stammered. "But why?"
"I already told you." Amy rubbed one arm. "I love you," she pouted slightly. "Not as much as I love Jazz, but I still hold you dear to me, Bumble."
Bumblebee stared at Amy for a moment.
Amy shrugged. "You're really good with Goldbug anyway, and Meister seems to like you a lot, too." She dug her toe in the gravel, and stared at the hole.
She saw Bumblebee's feet in her line of sight, and looked up.
Bumblebee wrapped his arms around the blue femme, and held her.
Amy immediately hugged him back, her hands resting on his shoulders.
"I wish I could go home." Amy hiccupped.
Bumblebee released her, and stepped away.
Amy looked at Bumblebee, and started. "Are you okay?"
Bumblebee smiled. "Yeah," He thought for a moment. "I have to go."
Amy sulked. "I didn't mean...I'm sorry."
"No, no!" Bumblebee wiped the small coolant tears from Amy's eyes. "I'll be back," He started to walk away. "Keep me up to date on the lieutenant, alright?"
Amy nodded.
Bumblebee gave a little salute, winked, and jogged off.
"Waaaaait!" Goldbug ran out of the hydroponics building sobbing. "Bumble, wait!" She hiccupped.
Bumblebee turned, and crouched down at Goldbug approached him. She hugged him tightly, and sobbed in to his chest. "Don't go-ho-ho-ho!" she sobbed.
Amy walked up to them, her arms folded, and smiling slightly.
"I have something I need to do, but I'll be back, I promise." Bumblebee lifted Godlbug up, and held her.
"Really?" Goldbug heaved sadly.
"I'd have to be fragged to not come back and see such a cute little femme like you." Bumblebee leaned his forehead against Goldbug's.
Goldbug nodded, pouting.
Bumblebee gave the little femme a squeeze then handed her to Amy.
Amy smiled, and gave Bumblebee a little peck where his mouth would be. "Come back soon, okay?"
Bumblebee started. "Y-yeah."
Amy sighed. "Good, so I guess I'll find some way to get in contact with you."
Bumblebee nodded.
"Amy!" Chromia called out from the Hydroponics bay. "Come see what Meister's doing!" She exclaimed eagerly.
Amy turned. "I," She cleared her throat. "I gotta go."
Bumblebee nodded. "Okay."
"Take care." Amy walked back into the Hydroponics bay.
Clilffjumper smirked when Bumblebee walked into the security office. "Hey little bro, your face plate's lookin' a little orange."
Bumblebee rubbed his cheekplates then groaned, and gave up. "I need your help, Cliff."
"Intriguing." Cliffjumper rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "What is it? Need to blow up something big? Ooh! I know, you're gonna fry Starscream's ass! I'll get my launcher!"
"NO!" Bumblebee stopped Cliffjumper. "Uh, no, I'm building a house."
Cliffjumper slumped. "But that's boring."
"So stay here and do nothing." Bumblebee said, and turned.
It didn't take Cliffjumper a split second to respond. What Bumblebee hadn't counted on was his red twin throwing him to the floor. "Waaait ahhh second!" He growled. "I'm going outta my head in this office, but we're gonna need some hydrolics." He grinned.
"No." Brawn frowned.
Cliffjjumper started. Bumblebee stood behind him shaking his head.
"But-! C'mon, big guy!" Cliffjumper grabbed Brawn's arm.
"Aahh!" Brawn shrugged the small red bot off. "Go bother your buddy Hound. I'm busy, kids." He grumbled, and walked off.
Bumblebee sighed. "Cliff, I already have someone who I know will help." He patted the red bot's shoulder.
"What?! Why didn't you say so before?" Cliffjumper grabbed Bumblebee by the neck.
Bumblebee's optics flared blue, and he grabbed Cliffjumper's wrist, and jerked him away, throwing him to the floor.
Cliffjumper stared up at Bumblebee in shock. "Lil'...bro?"
"Don't grab my neck." Bumblebee said then walked away.
Cliffjumper scrambled to his feet, and ran after Bumblebee.
Ratchet placed a translucent green strip over Jazz's left optic, and sighed. "how you managed to cut yourself sleeping is beyond me."
"Yeh." Jazz mumbled sleepily. The tranquilizers had begun to wear off, and he felt his body aching from the fall earlier. "Whe'ahs Amy?" He asked shakily.
Ratchet nodded knowingly. "I knew you would ask that." He grunted.
Jazz rolled his optics, and groaned. "Don' staht."
Ratchet smirked. "I have it on good authority that certain little femme have convinced mommy to come see you while Bumblebee's away."
Ratchet expected some kind of snarky comment about Bumblebee, but what came out of Jazz's mouth was the last thing he expected ever hear.
"Dey deserve each otheh." Jazz muttered.
Amy walked down the hall of the hospital with Golbug on her hip. A few nurses walked around, and she gave a curt hello to Red Alert, who seemed too busy to take not, but people were not always what they seemed.
"I hear your name is Blazer." Red Alert said.
Amy chuckled. "Did you hear that from a certain black weapon's specialist?" She asked, having to look up at the doctor.
Red Alert nodded, and turned back to the desk.
Amy's optics traveled to the desk.
Moonracer gave a little wave. "Oh, hey, c'mere!" She whispered giddily, and pranced out from behind the desk with her hands behind her back. "I have a present for you girls." She grinned.
"Ooh!" Goldbug wiggled, and slid down from Amy's arms. "What is it?"
"Izzit a pet animoid?" Meister smiled.
"No, better," Moonracer grinned, and held up two off-yellow translucent lollipops. "Ta-da!"
Amy blinked. "How is it I keep getting surprised by you people?"
Moonracer laughed.
"What do you say when someone gives you something?" Amy asked, smiling.
Meister, and Goldbug looked at each other. "Uhhmm."
"You say thank you." Amy sighed.
"Oh!" Goldbug gasped.
"Thank you." Meister smiled.
"You are both very welcome." Moonracer smiled.
"Okay girls, lets go." Amy ushered the two girls toward the room Jazz was in.
"Yaay!" Meister ran in, and climbed onto the bed.
"Das mah girl, c'mere!" Jazz held Meister, and pretended to chew on her shoulder.
Mesiter squealed. "No-oh! Don't eat me!" She laughed.
"But ya taste so good!" Jazz said, chewing her arm.
Amy sighed, trying not to smile. "I thought you were tranqed?"
Jazz let Meister lay on his lap, giggling madly. "Ah wuz."
Amy walked up to his bedside. Her eyes shifted to Ratchet for a moment as he checked the bag of liquid energon on the wall. "Um." She started, looking down at her hands.
Ratchet smiled slightly. "Have you two little femmes ever seen an artificial pulmonary respirator?" He asked.
Meister and Goldbug beamed.
Ratchet took the hand of each girl, and led them out.
"A what?" Jazz narrowed his optics in confusion.
"It's not a real term, he was just trying to get the girls' attention." Amy said quickly.
"Dey beautiful. Good job, baby." Jazz winked at Amy, and grasped her hand.
Amy pulled her hand away. "Good job?" She felt her chest tighten, and coolant leak from her eyes. "Where was good job when you first met them, huh?"
Jazz looked down. "So we ahgue, it happened befo'."
"No, Jazz, before we flirted, and got frustrated because we didn't know how the other felt. This was you being real." Amy said, holding back her sobs.
Jazz could only stare wordlessly.
"You said they were worse than Decepticons, in front of them." Amy hiccupped. "You-..." she started then raised her hands to her face, and stomped a foot. "Dammit!"
"Darlin'." Jazz turned, and held his arms up to take Amy's hands from her face. "C'mon, don' cry."
"I can't..." Amy sobbed. "I can't be the wicked step-mother."
"Ya ain't a step motheh." Jazz sat up on the edge of the station, his legs on either side of Amy. "Dey love you."
"But they don't understand." Amy moved away from Jazz, and lowered her hands. "They don't get what you said, but someday they will, and then they'll ask questions like why, and I don't know how to answer them." She wiped a hand across her eyes, smearing the tears more than wiping them.
Jazz's eyes widened.
"I need to know, Jazz. Can you do this?" Amy asked.
Jazz didn't know how to answer. Was he capable? Yes. Did he have the capacity? He hated the thought of Amy on her own with the tykes. She had tiny to help her, too.
"What happened to you, Jazz?"
Jazz looked up.
"When I was human I couldn't go anywhere without you there. True, I needed a ride, but anyone could have given me a ride. Bumblebee could have given me a ride, or Ironhide, or Ratchet for that matter! Now I'm an autonomous robotic organism who can transform into an upscale sports car, and you seem to be working 24-7." Amy babbled. "I only ever see you when you're off duty, or here for that matter."
"Ya didn' 'zactly have a good rapport wit' Optimus, so ya eveh think that maybe ah couldn't see ya, was even forbidden t' see ya?" Jazz exclaimed.
Amy gasped. "Is that true."
"Yeh dat's true!" Jazz snapped. "Ah had to sit in th's ecurity office fo' fo'teen megacycles 'cause I wuz surveyin' yo conduct!"
Amy folded her arms, and looked at the floor.
"Ya feelin' bad now, thinkin' ah'm jus' gonna walk outta he'ah on a bad word." Jazz jumped off the table, the tube popping from his wrist. "Well guess what? Ya wrong."
Amy looked up.
"Th' diff'rence 'tween you an' me is ah always fo'give ya!" Jazz shouted, standing almost nose to nose with the blue femme. "Ah could handle th' petty ahguements 'cause you was a human, an' we didn' undehstand each otheh. Now ya an Autobot, an' we still don' undehstan' each otheh. Ya jus' too uptight fo' me, girl!"
Amy gasped. "What are you saying?"
"Ah'm saying loosen up den we'll talk. But 'til den," Jazz's voice cracked slightly. "Ya got to go."
Amy took Meister and Goldbug on the first transport away from the city, and with synthoid forms from Ratchet's assistant Wheeljack, the trio arrived at the one place Amy had missed more than any other place on the planet.
Sarah Lennox stared at the girl on the porch, Annabelle on her hip. She glanced worriedly down at the two little girls hiding behind Amy's legs then back at the young woman's face.
Rain poured behind Amy, and had plastered the girls' bangs to her face. The three were soaked through, and shivering slightly, but after what had happened before, Sarah wished she could just trust a face again.
Amy's lower lip trembled as she tried not to cry. It was understandable. Tarantulus had deceived them, who's to think he wouldn't try it again?
"Sarah, it's okay." Will jogged up to the door. "Ratchet called, and said the real Amy was coming."
"Oh thank god!" Sarah wrapped an around Amy's shoulders, and hugged her. "You're always welcome here." She almost cried. "Come on, get out of the rain before you all catch cold." She directed Amy in then ushered the two girls in. "Where have you been?" Sarah asked worriedly as she handed Annabelle off to Will.
In the living room sat Will's war-buddy Epps, and his wife.
Amy gave them a little shrug then turned. "I'm sorry to bother you."
"No, sweetie, you are soaked, and your...girls...are welcome also. What about that nice man you were with last time?" Sarah asked as she busied herself leading Amy upstairs with the two girls on her heels, and got them dry towels.
Amy stopped in the middle of the staircase, and collapsed into manic sobs.
"Woah." Epps blinked.
"You have no idea, man." Will sighed.
"Poor girl, I'm gonna go give Sarah a hand." Epps's wife walked to the stairs.
"Amy, it's alright, you're really not interrupting." Sarah held Amy's shoulders, and look at her sobbing eyes. "Good grief, you really let the water run, don't you?" She dabbed at Amy's eyes.
"Sarah." Amy sobbed, pushing the towel down. "He..." She heaved. "Jazz..." she sniffed hard.
"What is it, girl? We're here to listen." Epps's wife smiled.
"He kicked me out!" Amy exclaimed.
XXXXXX
I'm shocked. looks at Jazz
How could you?! grinds my teeth
Jazz: You made me!
Amy: Jerk! xp
Goldbug: Meanie! Dx
Meister: $&$#!
All: o.O
Zex: That wasn't me...
Check this out - made it o.o