A/N: DRABBLE TIME! Y'all this is my drabble answering as many of the questions you asked as I could. This drabble doesn't really fit into the timeline (at least not a specific spot). Also it requires you guys to kind of NOT question some actions. Like, why would Aj answer these random ass questions without arguing? Of course she'd be more skeptical of that normally, but for the sake of this drabble she's just going along with it.

I'm officially on winter break though so expect some updates soon!

Also, I'm closing this question drabble thing until the sequel so I can focus on the storyline! Feel free to continue asking questions, but I won't be able to answer it in this drabble format! Thanks y'all!

SMALL FRY DRABBLE

/not a real chapter/not part of the official storyline/

Rosie pulled up to the familiar house and threw her car into park before gathering up her purse and stepping out into the cool air. These days it seemed she spent more time here than her own home, but she wouldn't have it any other way. The mechs were an interesting group to get to know, Aubrey and Wes were good people, she could just sense it, the kids were amazing, and Aimee Jane has always been a very important person to her.

She briefly stopped on her way to the porch and took a detour to check the mailbox that sat out front. She pulled the plastic door down to see a single white envelope leaning against the side. Curiously, she pulled it out and checked the address, but there was none there. On the way up to the house, she opened the letter up and began to read the couple pages that had been in it. Her eyes narrowed in confusion at the sight of multiple questions lining the page. They were specific both in content and whom it was directed toward.

"Hi, Rosie!" Bumblebee chirped as she stepped into the warm house. She glanced up to smile at him.

"Hi Granny!" Taylor and Tyler yelled as they sprinted through the foyer and into the living room. She chuckled and watched as Bumblebee's holoform chased after them with a wide grin. She stepped into the kitchen where Aubrey was washing dishes and placed her purse on the dining table.

Aubrey glanced over her shoulder, "Hey there, Rosie. How are you?"

"I'm fine." She replied offhandedly as she read through the questions. Though the questions should have brought worry and concern, something about the questions felt right to her. Rosie didn't feel they were a danger. In fact, the questions made her curious more than anything. She pulled a pen out of her purse. It'd take no time at all to get these questions answered. "Hey, Aubrey. I have a question for you."

Aubrey glanced back over at her quickly, "Oh? Ok. Go ahead."

Rosie glanced down at the paper to read it word for word, "You are going to make sure Wheeljack fixes the microwave before he leaves right?"

Aubrey let out a light laugh as her face split into a bright smile, "Oh that. Honestly, it doesn't really bother me all that much. Besides, we'll be leaving with the mechs now." She shook her head, "It's Aimee that's really bothered by it."

"What am I bothered by?" Aimee Jane asked as she breezed into the kitchen. Rosie was scribbling down the answer.

"The microwave door." Aubrey replied, "And whether it'll be fixed before we leave."

Aimee Jane was already half way through the kitchen heading to the garage. She groaned, "Jackie better fix it!"

"But we'll be gone."

Aimee Jane paused at the archway and spun around to look at them, "So? It's the idea of it. He broke it, he fixes it."

She was gone after the statement and Rosie shook her head in amusement before walking out of the kitchen with her paper and pen in hand. Rosie made her way to the living room where she had seen the kid run in. Tyler and Peter were in there on the couch. Peter was watching TV as Tyler bounced on the couch. Taylor was nowhere to be seen anymore, but Bumblebee's holoform was standing at the back of the couch.

"Oh, we could play Jenga!" Tyler suggested to the smiling Bumblebee. "We can get Blue to come down too!"

Rosie walked over, "Tyler, I have a question for you." Peter reached over and grabbed Tyler by the arm dragging him down to a seated position without tearing his eyes from the TV. She read, "How's cadet training with Jazz going?"

Tyler's face broke out into a grin as he jumped back to his feet to bounce on the couch, "It's so good! Jazz says I'm his best cadet ever. Right, Bee?"

Bumblebee nodded, "That's what I hear."

"I'm gonna do just what Bee does. He's a scout." Tyler nodded.

Rosie quickly jotted that down before looking to Bumblebee, "Can I ask you something?"

Bumblebee's bright eyes widened in surprise, "Me? Uh, sure, Rosie."

"Are you going to keep the racing strips when you go home?"

He chuckled and lifted a hand to rub the mess of blond hair on top of his holoform's head, "Oh, hah, I think I just might." He crossed his arms with a smile, "I mean, I really like the alt mode I have here and the paint job is really neat. Plus, the door wings are starting to grow on me. Although, I'd have to convince Ratchet to let me keep the door wings."

"If my opinion means anything, I think the racing stripes are very cute on you." Rosie replied after writing down his answer. He chuckled and thanked her as she began to walk out. Her eyes caught sight of Barricade's holoform lingering in the back hallway. He was on his way to the back porch when she caught up to him, "Barricade! How are you?"

Barricade never really bothered to glare at her anymore, but he also wasn't one to start up conversations. He hummed in response, but she didn't let that deter her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Soundwave's bipedal mode standing by the kitchen's archway.

"Prowl and you have very similar paint schemes. Were you an enforcer as well?" Rosie asked and prepared her pen to take down the answer. Barricade scoffed in response and stepped outside without further response. She probably could have predicted that.

Soundwave walked over to her and stopped a few feet in front of her, "Previous occupation: Barricade was an Enforcer of Kaon. Date of Resignation: Vorns before the war."

"Why thank you, Soundwave. Stay there, I have a couple questions for you as well." She flipped through the two pages. "First, have you, Jackie, and Starscream factored in the possible time distribution of crossing dimensions? This, of course, is in hopes that you don't end up 100 years after you left."

Soundwave nodded, "Complication: Taken into consideration. Solution: None available."

Rosie waited to see if he was going to elaborate, but when he didn't she continued on. "Ok, now, answer if you'd like, but…when you get back, what is the first thing you and your cassettes are going to do?"

Soundwave didn't immediately answer. He stood there staring ahead, though Rosie couldn't pinpoint exactly where he was looking due to the facemask, but she waited patiently. The silence grew awkward before Soundwave turned around and walked away. She didn't know much about these cassettes, but Aimee Jane had mentioned they were like kids to him. Rosie understood his hesitance to share and moved on down the list.

She made her way upstairs next and was happy to see the seekers, all three in their holoforms, about to walk down the stairs. She stopped them with a smile, "Can I ask you three something?"

Starscream looked like he wanted to continue on, but Thundercracker came to a stop and Skywarp agreed instantly with a cheeky grin. She turned to Starscream first, "Starscream, are you happy to be using your science background again?"

The mech looked taken aback by the question briefly. His lips twitched up in a brief smile, "I suppose so." He pulled his shoulders back and tilted his chin up slightly, "If nothing more than to show these Autobots what a true mech of science looks like."

Thundercracker rolled his eyes, but Starscream either didn't notice or didn't care. Rosie had one more question for him and it was the same she directed to Soundwave, "Have you factored in the possible time distribution of crossing dimensions?"

"What do you take me for?" He scoffed, "Of course I've considered the possibilities of a time drift. I don't see why any of this concerns the like of you."

This answer didn't entirely fulfill the question either, but there was one more mech who could expand on the subject. However, that could be done later. She turned to Skywarp who was beaming in excitement. She chuckled, "Skywarp, have you ever miscalculated your warping while getting used to being a toy?"

The mech let out a loud, cackle of a laugh before shaking his head, "No! Never! I am a master of warping no matter what size."

Thundercracker, who stood a step behind, shook his head with a deadpanned face. Rosie knew that was closer to the truth considering Aimee Jane had mentioned, a while back, that Skywarp had warped right into a wall right in front of her. She chuckled in amusement, "One more and it's for you, TC."

"Yes?" He pressed, but his voice was wary.

"Have you thought about asking Aj if there is a place that model planes are flown often?" Rosie read the question and then continued to read the comment below it, "You could pretend to be a super fancy model plane in order to fly for a little bit. I bet Aj would love to help you."

Thundercracker paused, "Hm, I hadn't thought of that."

"That's an awesome idea though!" Skywarp nudged his seeker brother. "We could get to fly again! You have to ask Aj. She likes you best." He turned to Starscream, "Screamer, tell TC to ask Aj for us."

Thundercracker shifted in his stance awkwardly before nodding at Rosie before hurrying down the stairs without waiting for either seeker. Skywarp and Starscream followed quickly though. Rosie wondered why Thundercracker seemed so wary to ask Aj. She'd say yes to him, after all.

Rosie didn't ponder more on it and instead began to head toward the medbay where she was almost positive Ratchet would be. Lucky for her, he wasn't alone either. Ratchet was sitting at the desk in his holoform with his arms crossed and a glare focused on Wheeljack, who was in his bipedal form, standing across from him.

"Oh, hello, Rosie!" Wheeljack greeted happily, "How are you today?"

"I'm good, thank you. I have a few questions for you and Ratchet though."

Ratchet turned in his seat slightly, "What questions?"

She didn't have to look at the paper to ask this one to Wheeljack, "Jackie, have you and the others factored in the possible time distribution of crossing dimensions?"

His face lit up, "That's a very good question, Rosie! You see, the time difference is something we've worried about since the very beginning. Not only the factor of possibly going through the portal and coming out at the wrong time, but also the pace at which it moves overall. Does time move here the same way it moves in our universe? Has the time we spent here equal to the time in our universe or has it been longer even?" Wheeljack shrugged, "Unfortunately there is no way to find that information and though we plan to set the portal's destination as specifically as possible, there is no telling what could happen. It's all very interesting."

Rosie smiled and quickly tried to write it down. That answer was much more specific than the other two. She looked up to Ratchet, "How long was your formal training? If converted to the standard human training of about seven years, would your training be longer or shorter?"

Ratchet frowned at the question, but she could see Wheeljack tilt his head off to the side as he considered it as well. The medic scoffed, "Converting our time to human years, although a somewhat interesting concept, seems more than ridiculous. Obviously our times are so vastly different that-"

"Ten years!" Wheeljack interrupted as the fins on the side of his face lit up in amusement.

He nodded in the medic's direction as Ratchet rolled his eyes, "I suppose that's correct. I had additional training after that for my specialty, however."

"What's your specialty?" Wheeljack pressed.

Ratchet scoffed, "You know my specialty, you dumbaft."

"Rosie doesn't."

The medic sighed and his eyes softened slightly, "My specialty was primarily in sparkling care."

Rosie was somewhat surprised to hear the grouchy medic had more or less been a pediatrician. However, memories of seeing him interact with the kids came to mind and suddenly she was less surprised.

"Is that all?" Ratchet asked.

"I have one more for Wheeljack." She replied and turned to face the engineer, "You are going to fix the house before you guys leave right?"

Wheeljack's eyes widened and he momentarily looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Ratchet turned to stare at him with a questioning gaze of his own. Wheeljack chuckled, "Uh, well that was the plan. Eventually, of course. However, now that they're coming with us I don't need to, right?"

"Aj is going to offline you and her weapon of choice is going to be that fragging microwave door." Ratchet replied.

Rosie chuckled to herself before thanking the both of them and heading out. At the end of the hallway, Wes and Taylor were coming out of her room, but they paused briefly as Taylor excitedly began to speak to Sunstreaker's holoform who was leaning against the wall outside the closed office door. In Taylor's arms was Bear. Though, the puppy was too large was Taylor to really hold and his bottom legs drug across the ground.

"Let Bear run off, Taylor." Sunstreaker said and the little girl set the dog down. Bear barked before rushing down the stairs. Rosie could see him lose his footing and go tumbling down the last few steps, but that didn't deter him and he hurried into the kitchen.

"Taylor, can I ask you something?" Rosie asked.

"Yeah!" Taylor cheered and ran toward her to hug her side. After a quick squeeze she pulled away, eager to hear what Rosie had to ask.

"Do you want to be painter like Sunstreaker when you grow up?" Rosie asked and she noticed Sunstreaker's holoform stiffen at the sound of his name. She continued regardless, "Do you even want to maybe be his student?"

Taylor frowned at her and brought her hands up to rest on her hips in an argumentative manner, "Do I want to be? I'm already his student, Granny. Right, Sunstreaker?"

The little girl always put such emphasis on his full name and said it with such respect. It made the older woman smile. Taylor whipped her head around to stare at the yellow mech's holoform with big, blue eyes. Wes chuckled at his daughter's cute antics as Sunstreaker shifted awkwardly under her gaze, "Uh, yeah. I suppose."

Taylor grinned happily and turned back to Rosie, "See."

"Well what do you want to be though, Taylor?" Wes knelt down with a warm smile, "An artist?"

"Hmm." Taylor wrapped her arms around her father's neck absentmindedly and Wes curled his arm around the small girl as well, "I don't think so. I really like drawing and stuff, but Aj says I can be whatever I want to be so I'm going to be a Cybertronian."

Wes' eyes widened, "Oh, well, I'm not sure that's what Aj meant when she said that."

"Aj's never wrong." Taylor replied bluntly before slipping out of his grasp and racing downstairs calling for her twin. Sunstreaker like out a snort of amusement, most likely at Taylor's last comment, and even Rosie couldn't help but chuckle. The amount of faith that little girl put into Aimee Jane was astounding. Rosie wasn't surprised though.

Wes slowly stood up, "Well that was interesting. Where did that question come from?"

"Can't an old lady be curious?" Rosie replied without bringing too much attention to the paper in her hands. Wes was the kind of paranoid guy who worried a little too much. "I have a question for you too before you walk away."

Wes smiled and crossed his arms, "Ok, what is it?"

"Aren't you glad you didn't buy anymore transformer toys for your kids?"

He let out a small chuckle and glanced over at Sunstreaker who hadn't moved and just continued to watch the two humans in front of him. Wes shook his head, "I only kept buying them because Aubrey told me how much Pete loved them and then the twins. You know, I nearly bought them the entire dinobot set."

Rosie's eyes widened and even Sunstreaker's holoform seemed to flinch. Having Grimlock around the house was a struggle enough at times; the older woman couldn't imagine having another mechanic dinosaur walking about.

"I'm gonna go check on the kids downstairs. Anything else?" Wes stepped toward the stairs. The office door opened and Sideswipe's holoform stepped out before he shut it as well. Rosie briefly caught sight of Optimus and Prowl in the room.

She turned her attention back to Wes who had reached the stairs and smiled, "Oh, one more thing. Don't ditch the mechs."

Wes lifted his hands in mock surrender before glancing at Sunstreaker, "I had no plans to."

He headed downstairs without another glanced. Sideswipe cleared his throat and leaned against the wall by his brother. He grinned and resorted to Sign Language to get his message across. He signed, 'Rosie, what's with all the questions?'

Rosie guessed the word had got around that she was asking questions to everyone in the house. The mechs gossiped as much as the women luncheon group. She smiled at him, and spoke since her hands were full, "It's nothing to worry over. I have some questions for you and your brother though."

Sideswipe grinned and rubbed his hands together in excitement, "Awesome. Bring 'em on!"

"Alright, Sideswipe", Rosie glanced down at the paper, "Do you have any tips for someone learning sign language?"

He nodded, "Pit yeah! Of all the languages I've learned, ASL actually hasn't been too hard. Especially if you put real effort into it. I'd say practice all the fragging time and try to learn in an environment where at least one person is already fluent in it." Sideswipe motioned toward her, "You and Aj have been a Primus sent blessing for me. I could learn all the rules and vocab on my own, but it doesn't really come together until I started conversing with the two of you."

Rosie nodded, jotting that down, "Also. Sideswipe, how much do you really love Bear?"

Sideswipe jut out his lower lip in a pout as Sunstreaker chuckled under his breath. The red mech's holoform scoffed, "It makes no fragging sense why that organic hound doesn't like me! It likes Sunny!"

"Don't call me that." Sunstreaker replied nonchalantly.

"Whatever, I won't have to deal with it soon enough." Sideswipe's cheeky grin returned.

Before Rosie could voice her confusion, Sunstreaker shook his head, "Bear is coming with us, slag for brains."

"What!?"

"Did you think we were just going to leave him here?"

"Well…" Sideswipe began slowly only to stop and let out an annoyed groan.

Rosie bit back a grin and turned to Sunstreaker, "Have you watched famous painters like Bob Ross or James Gurney during your time on Earth?"

"Not those two specifically, no. I have looked into some various styles." Sunstreaker shrugged, "I like it. It's…interesting."

"Sunny doesn't like much of that 'modern' stuff though." Sideswipe put air quotes on the word. He had stopped pouting long enough to rejoin the conversation. "He says it's pointless, has no spark, and the fraggers who buy it are dumber than a pile of cogs."

Sunstreaker didn't argue his brother's words and Rosie assumed he was referring to the simple pieces of artwork that artists sold for millions. Like a blank canvas with one red dot in the middle.

"Anything else?" Sideswipe pressed eagerly.

"Yes, one for the both of you." Rosie glanced back down at the paper, "What do you think of Aj having a spark bond with Thundercracker?"

Sideswipe's smile faltered and Sunstreaker's eyes narrowed slightly. The red mech's holoform glanced back at his brother as they spoke to each other without actually saying any words out loud. Finally, Sideswipe looked back at her with a shrug, "Well it fragging sucks that she's bonded to a bunch of 'cons period." He crossed his arms again, "The fact that she actually kind of likes the seeker is what grinds my gears."

"She only likes him because of the setting. That'll change in our universe." Sunstreaker scoffed. Both mechs seemed like they wanted to say more, but they kept their mouths shut.

Rosie took that as a sign that this line of questioning was through and quickly pressed for information on what was going on in the office. Sideswipe was quick to explain that it had been a small meeting, but she could go in now. As Rosie stepped in, leaving the door open behind her, she noticed Prowl and Optimus weren't alone in here. Bluestreak was here as well.

"Hello, Rosie. We heard you were here." Optimus greeted. He was in his bipedal form while both other mechs were in their holoforms.

Bluestreak smiled happily in her direction, "Did you come in to ask us questions too? Bee sent me a comm saying that you had asked him and some other mechs questions."

"I am, actually." She glanced down at the paper, "For you and Optimus Prime." Rosie smiled, "I'll start with you, Blue. Did you help Bee learn to manage his door wings? Also, did you guys make up a secret code using your wings as signals? Like Ratchet incoming?"

Bluestreak let out an amused laugh before bobbing his head up and down, "Of course I helped him! I mean, I did as much as I could. I'd help Bee out with anything, and getting used to door wings as a full-grown mech isn't very easy on your own. I'm Praxian and most Praxians get door wings attached to their youngling frames, it's just a part of our heritage really." Bluestreak shrugged, "But it wasn't until after I joined the Autobots that I had the door wings refitted for duty. It made them way more sensitive and without Prowl's help I never would've gotten used to it." He turned to look at Prowl who nodded slightly, "Bee's door wings came with the extra sensitivity that is used during battle, but he's done really good getting used to it. I told him everything Prowl told me. And…wait, what was the question?"

Rosie chuckled and repeated the second question that he had forgotten about.

"Oh right!" Bluestreak chuckled, "We don't have signals like that, but it sounds like a good idea! Although, I don't know if I'd even wanna try and hide from Ratchet." Bluestreak's holoform's face paled slightly, "He's scarier if he finds you hiding."

Optimus chuckled to himself at the words but nobody in the room disagreed. Prowl cleared his throat, "What question did you have for Prime?"

This was one of the more serious questions that came on the list. Rosie nodded to herself before reading it off, "Do you think that this experience will help create a future peace treaty to end the war?"

Optimus paused in thought and let out a low hum. After a moment he spoke, "I am hopeful, especially since over the last few human weeks things have seemed very…peaceful, but I am not foolish." Optimus paused briefly, "As much as I would like to bridge some sort of understanding between the two factions, I can't let this experience, or any hope of it, blind me. I must stay ready and alert above all else."

Rosie gave him a warm smile, "Good answer. I wish there was more I could do for you mechs."

Optimus shook his head, "You've done more than enough. You, Aj, and Joshua are our closest adult, human allies. We would be lost if it hadn't been for you three." She noticed he hadn't mentioned Aubrey or Wes, but to be fair the mechs hadn't known either of them for very long yet. "Do you have any other questions for us?"

"Just one." Rosie replied, "Where is Jazz hiding out at?"

"He's in the garage." Prowl answered. He paused with a far away look in his eyes and Rosie recognized it as the one the mechs got when they were in their holoforms using the comms. "Megatron, Soundwave, Grimlock, Ratchet, and Aj are in there at the moment as well.

Rosie voiced her appreciation before leaving the room. She gave the twins a quick wave before heading down the stairs. She could hear all three kids in the living room along with Bumblebee and Wheeljack. As she stepped into the kitchen, Aubrey and Wes glanced over at her. The two had been leaning against the kitchen counter speaking in whispers with grins on their faces. She waved them off, letting them know she had no need for their attention, and continued into the garage.

Before she even opened the door, she could hear Ratchet arguing with someone. She'd bet her money it was with Aimee Jane. Her assumptions were confirmed when she opened the door and caught sight of Aimee Jane laughing at something while the medic glared at her. Ratchet and Soundwave stood at the machine, both in bipedal form. Across the garage, closer to the metal door, was Grimlock lying curled on the floor with Jazz and Aimee Jane sitting on the ground leaning against him. Jazz was using his holoform and had his arm wrapped around Aimee Jane's shoulders. Something told Rosie though, that the only reason Grimlock was allowing Jazz to lean against him was because of the grinning young woman.

"Oh come on, Ratchet." Aimee Jane winked. Ratchet scoffed and turned his back to her as Rosie walked along the edge over towards the three lazy bums in the corner.

"What's up, Rosie?" Jazz greeted. "Come to ask us questions?"

"Questions?" Aimee Jane pressed, "What questions?"

Rosie smiled, "I have a few questions I need to ask."

"Ask 'way." Jazz encouraged while Aimee Jane stayed more skeptical.

Rosie decided to start with the cheerful mech who seemed to have no problem with the thought of prying questions, "What drew you to love terrible sci-fi movies?"

"Sometimes things are so bad that they're good." Jazz shrugged with a bright smile.

Aimee Jane shook her head, "B-movies, especially the sci-fi/horror kind, do not fall under that saying."

Jazz leaned his head against hers as he ignored her statement entirely, "Plus, you humans are so creative with that kinda stuff. I don't know how you guys think up that stuff!"

"Hm", Rosie nodded and read down the list. There weren't many questions left, "Do you have different styles of visors? Maybe like one that look like a pair of glasses?"

Jazz let out a loud, amused laugh. It died down after a few seconds, but he didn't move to answer. Aimee Jane elbowed him after a moment and shook her head, "No, wait, don't laugh! Answer it!"

"Really?"

"Yes really!" Aimee Jane argued, "I'm curious too, now."

Jazz smirked, "Well what do you think, sweetspark?"

"I think that if you don't you've wasted a perfectly good opportunity." Aimee Jane replied. She broke out in a wide grin, "You need a pair shaped like disco balls!"

"Why?" Jazz bit back another laugh.

"Uh, why the frag not?"

"Language!" Ratchet barked over his shoulder before Rosie could even consider scolding her. He didn't see Aimee Jane stick her tongue out at him in response.

She turned her attention back to Rosie, "What do you got for me?"

"Why are you so afraid of the mechs burning down the house? Is it common sense or something else?" Rose read.

"Hell yeah it's common sense!" Aimee Jane replied and ignored the glare Ratchet shot her way. She continued, "It's also from experience though. I mean how many times did I come home or wake up to find something on fire?"

"Twice." Jazz answered the rhetorical question, "It only happened twice."

She scoffed, "Well that's two times too many."

"Yeah, ok, Red Alert." Jazz grinned at her and Ratchet let out a bark of laughter at his words.

Rosie continued, "Do you think you'll ever go back to school? Or would you rather become Ratchet's apprentice?"

Aimee Jane twisted her lips in thought as other mechs in the room tuned in to what her answer would be. After another moment she shook her head, "I don't think so. That part of my life has kind of passed. Going back to school would feel like taking steps backwards for me. Plus, I'd have to somehow miraculously get reaccepted to a medical school." Jazz opened her mouth and she pointed at him with an interruption, "And by reaccepted I mean fairly. No meddling Cybertronian help involved." Jazz shut his mouth and she shrugged, "Although, I still need to find something to do. Too bad my only skills are technically illegal." Aimee Jane smirked, "Hey Ratchet, can I be your apprentice?"

Ratchet let out a loud scoff followed by a round of laughter. He didn't offer any answer beyond that. Aimee Jane nodded with a wide grin, "I think that's a maybe."

"That's almost all my questions." Rosie flipped through the paper finding only two more questions that needed asking.

"Ask me Grimlock." Grimlock turned his neck so he was facing her. She smiled at the timing. Before she could voice the question though the door opened and Aubrey poked her head in curiously.

"Aimee? The kids are looking for you."

Aimee Jane pushed herself up, "I'll be back."

She jogged out and Rosie focused back on Grimlock, "Why are you so jealous of Bear when Aj shows him affection? Doesn't she show you the same amount of love?"

Grimlock scoffed and blew out a puff of hot air that sent steam seeping from his nose, "Why you old organic ask that? Me Grimlock don't like that question."

Jazz kicked his legs out and folded his hands behind his head as he leaned against Grimlock even more, "Come on, Grimlock. Play along, mech."

Grimlock shook his body sending Jazz forward. Rosie chuckled as Jazz pushed himself up off the ground to stand by her. The dinosaur scoffed again before speaking, "He organic hound is always bragging. Thinks the dinobot pet loves him more. Stupid hound."

Rosie narrowed her eyes in thought. His words made it sound like he could somehow understand the small dog. Wait, could he? Somehow? Grimlock turned his head again and closed his eyes. He was obviously done with this conversation.

"Is that all of 'em?"

"Actually, no." Rosie shook her head and turned to face Jazz, "I have one more for you."

"Oh?" Jazz replied, "And it is?"

"What do you think of Aimee Jane having a spark bond with Thundercracker?"

Jazz's smile faltered for only a fraction of a second. It was so quick that Rosie wondered if it had actually happened or not. Jazz shook his head, "I don' mind at all. Once we get back home it won' really matter." He shrugged and Rosie realized this sounded a lot like the twins already. His attention briefly drifted to focus on someone behind her before coming back, "Aj an' the younglings can hang out with them an' they can enjoy that bond for now 'cause the moment we get to our universe, they're never gonna be 'round the 'cons again."

Rosie suddenly felt like Jazz wasn't really talking to her anymore. His gaze had drifted again and when she glanced over her shoulder she realized Jazz was having a stare down with both decepticons, but primarily Megatron. Ratchet made a sound akin to clearing his throat, but neither of them moved. The garage door opened and the trance was broken. Aimee Jane drifted in with a smile and shake of her head, "The kids wanted to show me their game of jenga. They have Bee lying on the floor in his bipedal mode with the jenga blocks stacked on his chest. He's still kicking their ass at the game though. Even with Bear bouncing around him. Bee and Taylor are ridiculously good at that game for some….reason…. Did I, uh, miss something?"

She glanced around, but Jazz grinned at her, "Not a thing, sweetspark. We were talkin' 'bout how Grimlock 'ere speaks organic dog."

"What do you mean?" Aimee Jane pressed with wide eyes. Her smile grew, "Wait, wait, are you shitting me?"

Ratchet spun around and began to scold her and Rosie took this as her cue to sneak out. It took her no time at all to fold up the questions and stick them back into the envelope. It did, however, take her a couple minutes to find tape to close the back of it. Later on in the evening, as she was leaving, she paused by the mailbox to stick the unaddressed envelope in. If the strange letter had somehow found its way here she was sure it could somehow find its way back.