Hey everyone... I know I said I was back the last time... I posted a chapter and then I disappeared and I really am sorry for that! I have ALL of the rest of the chapters written so you don't have to worry about me disappearing again! After a long debate with the plot bunnies and my muse, which I won, This story will end with 32 Chapters. You will see the rest of them up before the weekend! I hope everyone is enjoying the summer! So! Here is Chapter 28!
Disclaimer: I Do NOT own Transformers. HOWEVER! I DO OWN: Jacey, Jaylon, Jemma, Amicus, Echo, Circe, Adora, Aphilo, Hacks, Linley, Hailee and Tamara.
Units Of Time As I Use Them:
Nano-klick : Second
Klick : Minute
Cycle : Hour
Joor : Day
Orn : Week
Decacycle : 3 Weeks
Groon : Month
Metacycle : Year
The following morning Linley was working in the medbay when Ratchet came in.
"Grand-Carrier? I thought you and Grand-Sire had the next few joors off."
"We do. I'm not here for work."
"Are you injured?"
"No. I'm here to see you."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Why didn't you tell me about Jemma sooner?"
Linley raised an optic ridge. "You mean about her supposed death? …I didn't know what had happened until Carrier came in and said that sire was trying to comfort you and Grand-Sire."
"I was referring to her living situation."
"Because she didn't want anyone to know…" Linley sighed seeing her Grand-Carrier about to cry. Linley started to tell him the same story she had told her creators yesterday.
"But… Why couldn't she just tell me? She is my creation for Primus sakes!"
"She was scared you would hate her… or worse… she was scared that you and Grand-Sire would disown her."
Ratchet collapsed on the floor and started to sob. Linley sat next to him and tried to comfort him. She knew what she had to do. After Ratchet had left back to his quarters for recharge Linley went in to the office and called Jemma.
"Hey Linley!"
"Hey Aunt Jemma! How are you?"
"Not bad. I'm living. What's going on over at base?"
"Ratchet is spark broken."
"I bet…"
"Would you be up to have Ratchet and I come visit you? Ratchet has the rest of the orn off and I have the next two joors off." Jemma seemed a little uneasy, so the young medic continued. "I will make sure that Ratchet doesn't tell ANYONE where you are. I know it would help his spark and think of it this way. You'd have company from an older bot."
Jemma nodded and smiled. "It is hard to say no to you Lee lee. Especially when you put it that way. I am going to take my creations to the play ground tomorrow afternoon."
"We'll meet you there." The two smiled at each other and said good bye before cutting the connection.
The medic checked the time and raced to Prime's office. She knocked and entered. "Linley. How can I help you?"
"I wanted to inform you that Ratchet and I will be off base tomorrow." Optimus raised an optic ridge and femme continued. "It is to help his spark." The mech nodded. "Very well then. …Just take care of him."
The femme nodded and left for some recharge. Tomorrow was going to be a big day. Hopefully Ratchet could begin to heal with this and that the mech be in all of his grand-creation's lives.
The following morning
The femme came from recharge and stretched. She fed her sparklings and smiled at her bonded. "Hacks? You sure you can take care of both of them?"
He mocked hurt. "I am so happy you have faith in my ability to parent them."
She smiled and kissed him. "Comm Jazz or Prowl if you need any help. I love you!"
She kissed him again and as she walked out the door he responded with "I love you too."
The young medic walked in to the base and got no response when she buzzed her Grand-Carrier's quarters. :Grand-Carrier?:
:Yes Linley?:
:Where are you?:
:In the medbay office getting some paper work. Why?:
:Stay there. I'm coming to you.: With that she cut the comm. A few klicks later she arrived at the medbay and the doors swished open.
"Today is your day off. Why are you here?"
"Looking for you."
"Oh?"
"You and I are going out. First aid is covering the med bay so no excuses."
Ratchet nodded and followed his grand-creation out of the medbay of out of the base. The young medic transformed and the older medic raised an optic ridge but transformed as well following the femme out of the city.
After a cycle the mech spoke up. "Where are we?"
The younger medic retorted. "Somewhere you are welcome back to as long as you don't tell anyone about this."
Seeing the playground to her left she came to a stop and de-transformed. Ratchet followed suit. "So. You promise to not tell a soul… Including Prime. Until it is time to tell him that is." Ratchet nodded his helm. "I promise."
"Good."
"Hey Lee lee! You made it!"
The femme turned around and smiled. "Of course I did."
"Hello Carrier." The older medic was pulled out of his thoughts and spun around. "JEMMA!" He ran at her and held her tight. Linley took the servos of her aunt's creations and led them to the playground.
"Cousin Linley?"
Yes Amicus?"
"Who is hugging carrier?"
"That would be your Grand-Carrier."
"What happened to Grand-sire?"
"He is back at the Autobot base working. He's a Prime."
"My Grand-Sire is a Prime?!"
Linley nodded. "He is sweet spark."
"Will I ever get to meet him? What about Uncle Prowl and his bondmate?"
Linley raised an optic ridge. "What do you know about bondmates, Amicus?"
"They are a bot that completes another bot."
"Amicus… Can you play nicely with your sisters while I go and speak with your Carrier?
Linley walked over to where Ratchet and Jemma were still hugging. "Sorry to interrupt."
"How can I help you Lee lee?"
"Amicus wants to meet Grand-sire, Prowl and Jazz. I'm willing to take them back to base for a few cycles or even a joor while you and Grand-carrier get caught up."
Jemma seemed to ponder that for a moment. "Just… Keep them safe… Please…"
Linley nodded and hugged her aunt tight. "I promise."
The older medic and the older femme left the park.
"Linley…where is carrier going?"
"She and Grand-carrier are going to go home. You, Echo and Circe are coming with me. You are going to meet Grand-sire, Uncle Prowl and his bondmate."
Linley transformed and opened her ambulance doors. Amicus helped put his sisters in before climbing in himself and closing the doors. "Is Uncle Prowl your carrier or sire?"
"My sire."
"What is uncle Prowl's bonded's name?"
"Uncle Jazz and before you ask. Uncle Jazz is my carrier."
Amicus held his sisters close and sang softly to them.
:Linley?:
:Yes Carrier?:
:Where are you?:
:Headed back to base. Can you and sire meet me out front?:
:Sure. How soon you going to be here?:
:About 15 klicks.:
:See you then.:
"Linley?"
"Yes?"
"Is it possible to walk from here? Circe is getting a little spooked."
"Of course." Linley slowed to a stop and opened her back doors. Amicus jumped out then helped his sisters down. After they were safely out Linley de-transformed.
After a few klicks Linley heard her name being called. She looked up and saw her Carrier waving to her. She smiled and waved back. "Hey Amicus?"
"Yes?"
"You see the bot that has door wings?"
"Yes."
"That is uncle Prowl. The mech with the visor is Uncle Jazz."
Amicus smiled and ran toward them with his sisters right behind him. "UNCLE PROWL!" The three of them tackled the tactician. Linley started laughing and hugged her carrier.
"Hey sweet spark!" Jazz hugged back. "Who are these cuties?"
"Jemma's creations. Amicus and his sisters Echo and Circe."
At hearing that they were his sister's creations, Prowl hugged the younger bots to him and held them tight.
:How did you get Jemma to let you to bring them here?:
:Grand-Carrier is spending time with her. I offered, that way the two of them can talk and have no interruptions. Until further notice, they are in my care, sire.:
"Uncle Jazz?"
The TIC looked down at the mech. "Yes?"
"When I get older… Would you be willing to train me?"
Before Jazz could answer him, Linley got down to the young mech's level.
"For what purpose Amicus?"
The bot turned and looked at his sisters. "I need to protect them."
"So Jemma… Why don't you come back to base?"
Jemma broke down crying. "Because I feel responsible."
"Responsible? For what?"
"Amicus?" Prowl asked.
The young bot looked up when heard his name called. "Yes, uncle Prowl?"
"Your Sire… He didn't offline from being sick, right?"
Amicus nodded. Linley and Jazz gasped. :They want to go meet Grand-Sire. Then Jazz and I want an explanation.:
:Deal.:
"Hey Amicus?"
"Yes Linley?"
"You ready to meet Grand-Sire?"
All the younglings optics lit up. "YES!" Linley laughed and looked at her creators.
:I will meet the two of you in Sire's office.:
The two officers nodded and smiled at the younglings. "See you all later." They waved before heading off.
Linley walked towards Prime's office and knocked before entering. "Ah! Linley. How can I help you?"
She smiled and stepped out of the way. "I have some bots you need to meet."
"GRAND-SIRE!" The three young ones ran in to the office and tackled Prime.
:They are Jemma's creations. Ratchet is with Jemma. I would stay but I need to talk to carrier and sire about something important. Are you ok to spend some time with them for the next few cycles?:
:Of course.:
Linley smiled. "You three behave and be nice to Grand-sire."
"We will!"
Linley smiled and left. Once the door closed behind her, the smile fell from her faceplates.
What her sire had said… 'He didn't offline from being sick, righ?'… she found herself moving faster to her sire's office. What did he know that she didn't? She was about to find out. She entered with out knocking and locked the door behind her. She looked at her carrier and then her sire. "Ok Sire, spill. What do you know that Jazz and I don't?" Prowl slid a data pad across the desk. She turned it on and almost dropped it. "PRIMUS!"
The medic tried again. "Responsible for what, sweetspark?"
"Their sire… My lover… didn't offline from being sick. He was murdered."
