EDIT: for those who aren't aware, I extended the last chapter.

Sorry for the shorter chapter this time around, but as I said the length varies depending on what occurs in each chapter.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

*Disclaimer: I don't own transformers*

~ o ~

I woke two hours later to find myself on a metal berth in med bay. Jolt was nearby and he rushed over to scan me when I slowly sat up, clutching my hand against my chest like I had burnt it. My memory was hazy and when I glanced at Jolt I shrieked to find that I was able to see his spark where it was in his chest—or at least, see the burning glow of it.

Jolt—the poor bot—tried his best to calm me down once I started screeching, but all I could focus on was his spark and the fact that I could see it, or sense it, when I couldn't before. It's like all my senses were on high alert and I could feel the sparks of those around me and on the base and the more I focused on it, the more sparks I could sense, and the more sparks I could sense, the more I started to panic. I pressed myself flat against the wall on the berth and covered my optics with my hands in an attempt to block out everything I was seeing. My spark was pulsing so fast I thought it might burst, and it wasn't long before Ratchet burst in through the med bay doors and rushed toward me—the only reason that I knew it was him being the fact that I was still able to sense the sparks despite my optics being closed and covered. Prowl also burst in, but I remained frozen in my position against the wall, whimpering as I sensed more sparks coming toward the med bay.

"Jane, femme, you need to calm down," Ratchet said in a voice that seemed too loud. I shied away from him, knowing his position without needing to look, and only pressed closer against the wall.

More sparks appeared in the doorway and then drifted closer to the berth that I was on, pushing me near the verge of hysterics as my sensors went ballistic.

"What's goin on?" asked Jazz, from his position near the foot of the berth. I felt concern emitting from his spark and might have felt touched that I had I been in my right state of mind. As it was, I was too aware of everything around me for it to have an effect on me.

"I don't know," responded Ratchet. "My scans indicate that her sensors are far above the normal range—so much so that I am unable to get an exact reading." I saw him shake his head as his hand transformed into a needle. "I have no choice but to sedate her." My sensors pinged that I was in immediate danger and without pausing to consider just who exactly was that was coming at me with a needle, I transformed down into a human and ran across the berth, feeling the surprise of the bots as I ran, and transformed back up in time before my feet hit the ground. I had almost reached the door when someone grabbed me from behind. Without thinking, I spun quicker than I thought was possible for my size and jabbed my fingers toward his optics. My attacker ducked at the same he took a step in closer, throwing me momentarily off-balance.

However, before he could grab me, I transformed down and dashed between his legs, transforming back up as soon as I was behind him, and thrusting my fingers into the hinge of one of his doorwings—

Wait . . . doorwings?

My pause was all apparently my attacker needed, because in less than a split-second my back was pinned to his chest. My chest heaved as my cooling fans roared in my audios. It took me a second to register fully what had just happened, but when I did, my optics widened as I realized that it was Prowl I had just attacked. Ironhide, Ratchet, Jolt, Optimus, and Jazz were all staring at me in shock—well, Ironhide had his cannons out, but that really didn't surprise me in the least. I started to panic once it hit me that I had literally attacked Prowl and the arms around me tightened ever so slightly, be it to reassure me or restrain me I couldn't quite tell. But the heat that was still in my chest began to arise yet again, demanding that I fight or flee. I started to shake as I fought down the fire that was blazing in my chest—

"Jane, you need to relax," Prowl said in a quiet voice. I tried but my processor kept going back to the sparks and the bodies that were around me as though I were in danger. "Focus on me," he said gently.

Closing my optics, I zoned in on the spark that was directly behind mine. I felt concern wash over me like a wash, and all at once I knew that it was him that I was feeling. I focused on the thrumming of his spark and allowed myself to be soothed by it's gentle rhythm. Relief washed over me then, and the arms around me loosened slightly as I relaxed. The heat in my chest dissipated until it was no longer a palpable thing within me, and I opened my optics to find that everything surrounding me had returned to normal.

My relief must have been obvious because the arms around me disappeared. I felt myself being scanned and then Ratchet quickly passed by to get to Prowl, who I could hear venting heavily behind me. I remembered then that I had struck a blow to one of his doorwings and I spun around with my hand covering my mouth in time to catch Prowl hiss at Ratchet, who released the doorwing he was holding. I went to step towards him, but a hand on my shoulder stopped me and I looked over to find Jazz standing beside me with his visor on.

"Prowler don' like no bot touching his wings," Jazz said in a voice that was as smooth as it was musical. "Best to let doc-bot handle things." I opened my to answer him, but another roar from Prowl snapped my attention back to what was going on a few feet away from us. Ratchet was trying to sedate a resisting Prowl; whose wing I could see was sparking from where I had tore at it in the hinge.

"He trusts me," I said, glancing quickly at Jazz.

Besides, I thought, I owe it to him to at least try. I felt sick just thinking about what I had done, knowing as I did just how sensitive his doorwings were.

I stepped over to Prowl, catching Ratchet's optic as I did, and took his hand in my own. Prowl stopped struggling at my touch, but remained tense and avoidant of Ratchet. I rubbed my thumb over the back of his hand in an attempt to soothe him, before stepping in close, fully aware that I was invading his personal space by doing so. "Come take a seat," I said, pulling him over to one of the berths. My hope was that by speaking in Praxian it would somehow make him more inclined to obey. When he didn't move right away, I continued to tug gently on his hand until he finally allowed himself to be led toward the berth without complaint.

I got him to sit, taking note of the stiff way he was carrying his wings. Without thinking, I reached over and ever so gently stroked the wing closest to me. Prowl let me surprisingly, with only a slight flinch as I must have caught him off guard. I didn't react to it and continued my gentle administrations until he had calmed enough that his wings were no longer trembling.

I glanced over and caught Ratchet's optic again, beckoning him over with my head, thinking that Prowl would let him approach now. But as soon as Ratchet took a step in our direction, Prowl's head snapped up and returned to glaring at Ratchet. I didn't know what to do. Prowl wasn't behaving like his usual, logical self.

"Prowl, listen to me," I said, stroking his wing softly to draw his attention back to me. "Ratchet isn't going to hurt you. He just wants to help."

"Ah don' want him near meh," Prowl said, still glaring stiffly at Ratchet. "Every time ah sustain a wing injury he breaks his promise not to sedate meh." I noticed that he was speaking with an accent, something he only tended to do when he was truly riled up and made a silent note to ask him about it later. For now, my primary focus was on getting his doorwing tended to.

"What if I took a look at your wing instead?" I suggested, but he made no reply. He only turned to face me with his optics narrowed as though he were unsure as to whether I was conspiring with Ratchet or not. "I promise not to let Ratchet near you unless you okay it first," I added, meeting his blue optics.

He stared at me silently for a few seconds longer, before nodding stiffly. "Very well. But I'm holding you to your word."

I nodded, giving his hand a final squeeze, before crawling onto the berth and positioning myself on my knees behind him. His wings were trembling again, though not as badly, and I stroked one of his wings reassuringly before examining the injury to his hinge. It was still sparking and looked painful. I noticed that a few of the wires and an energon line had been severed, with blue energon seeping from the wound, and I frowned as I realized that I had no idea how to even start.

"Prowl, I think Ratchet really needs to take a look at this. Will you please let him approach?" I asked. I laid a hand against the flat of his back and he nodded after a pause. I glanced at Ratchet then and nodded for him to approach, keeping my hand on Prowl, whose wings flattened, much like a cat would flatten their ears, and slid over to lend Ratchet access to the injury.

Ratchet was careful about tending to the sparking wound, and I kept a hand on the top of Prowl's doorwing, holding it in place despite his continual flinches and hissing. It pained me to do so, knowing as I did the agony that he was likely in, but it was necessary so I held firmly onto his wing throughout the procedure until Ratchet was finished. Only then did I release him in order to more gently rub his back while he leaned over with his face in his hands, looking all in all a little worse for wear.

I looked up then, surprised and embarrassed, to find that the other bots were still in the room and were watching us with brightened optics.

The med bay descended into silence then, with the only sound being the whir of my cooling fans, which I was certain everyone could hear; Jazz was grinning, and I was briefly reminded of the hologram containing him and Prowl. I recalled then, just what I had done in bringing Jazz more or less back to life and in being able to see the sparks of all the bots on base. I opened my mouth to say something, but was hit with a sudden wave of fatigue that had apparently been overridden during my attempt to settle Prowl down. I wanted to remain online, but I was so tired.

I shifted so that I was lying against the flat of Prowl's back and laced my fingers together so that my hold around his chest was secure. Prowl must have been in recharge himself, because he didn't react at all to my cuddling up against him in public. I lay my head against him and closed my optics, and then recharge set in.

~ o ~

Rebooting . . .

I onlined my optics an hour or so later to find myself still snuggled up to the back of Prowl, the gentle thrumming of his spark pulsing next to my head, my hands interlocked at his chest plates. I wanted more than anything to just remain pressed against him like this, he was so very comfortable, but my tank was signalling that it was getting low. I needed energon.

I tried to remember back to the last time I had eaten and recalled that it had been earlier this morning with Prowl. I really didn't feel like moving from my comfy position, but nevertheless I lifted my head and unlocked my fingers from where they were around Prowl's chest. I noticed as I reluctantly leaned back that Prowl was still in recharge—I could tell because not only did he not react to me moving away from him, his doorwings were also low and relaxed on his back, twitching occasionally as they did whenever he was asleep. I continued to stare at his monochrome back for a few minutes until a cube of pink energon was presented to me. I started to find that Ratchet was standing next to the berth with a cube in his extended hand.

"Please tell me you haven't been standing there the entire time," I said, taking the offered cube once I'd recovered. I took a small sip, finding it plain compared the cube Prowl had made for me this morning. I drank it regardless.

Ratchet raised an optic-ridge. "Actually, no. After I scanned you and Prowl to make sure that neither of you had collapsed due to a malfunction, I deemed it better to let you both recharge in peace while I had a meeting with Optimus and the others. I figured you would be low on fuel once you onlined and had a cube here waiting for you in the case that you woke up before I arrived back."

I swallowed, not quite feeling up to talking about what had happened. Instead I glanced worriedly over at Prowl. "Is he going to be alright?" I asked.

Ratchet nodded. "Prowl will be fine. Doorwing injuries tend to take a lot out of him, so he is likely to keep recharging for some time."

I breathed a silent sigh of relief, though my spark ached at the knowledge that I was the root cause of his suffering. I stared at Prowl's back for a few minutes while Ratchet stood there patiently. Finally, I asked, "What happened to me, Ratchet?"

"I was hoping you could tell me."

"I don't know. I woke up, looked over at Jolt and could see his spark—"

Ratchet's head snapped up. "You saw his spark?"

I shook my head. "No it's more like . . ." I struggled to find a word that fit what I had felt, but my mind came up empty. "I could see a glow," I said finally.

Ratchet nodded. "It's entirely possible, considering the limitless power of the AllSpark, that your revival of Jazz may have momentarily heightened your sensors."

I nodded, thinking that he was right. I didn't bother to tell him that I had also been able to sense the feelings of the bots around me, which was part of the reason I had been so overwhelmed. Then again, this was the AllSpark we were talking about. I supposed that anything was possible. Prowl's wing twitched in his recharge again and I absentmindedly stroked his outer wing as I thought over what had happened in my mind's eye.

When I looked back up, Ratchet was watching me interest, a rather thoughtful expression on his faceplates.

I was about to ask him what was so interesting, but just then the door to med bay slid open and in sauntered Jazz, not looking at all like a bot who had just been resurrected. He walked with such smooth sureness; he almost seemed to glide over to where I was sitting on the berth. He stopped once we reached the end of the berth and grinned at me. I blinked and ducked my head a little, feeling shy all of sudden as I realized vaguely that this was a bot I really didn't know despite having brought him back from the dead. I didn't know what to say. I already knew who he was from Prowl, and chances were, he had been informed who I was from the other bots after he had onlined. Something of my struggle must have showed on my face because he chuckled.

"Don' worry, lil femme," he said. "Ah only came to see how ya and Prowler are doin'. I also wanted to thank ya fer savin' meh life."

I smiled and shook my head, feeling my nervousness melt away. "No thanks is necessary. I'm just glad I was able to help." Prowl's wing flicked and absentmindedly I stroked it in an unconscious attempt to soothe him. Jazz's optics must have tracked my movements because he tilted his head at me curiously.

"Prowler usually don' like any bot touchin' his wings," he said, and I paused as it hit me then that not only was I stroking Prowl's doorwing: I was also still cuddled up against him. My cooling fans switched on as I ducked my head and pulled away a little.

"We're not sparkmates, if that's what your asking," I said. I swirled my cube of pink energon. "We only just became mates."

"Oh?" He looked at me in surprise. At least, I assumed it was in surprise. It was a little hard to read his expression when his visor was down, covering his optics. "Ah gotta say it makes meh happy to know that Prowler's got some bot," he said, smiling fondly at said sleeping bot.

I nodded, before regarding Jazz with a contemplative look. "So if you call him Prowler, then what does he call you? Jazzy?"

There was a deep chuckle, and Jazz shook his head. "Nah. That mech ain't one for name givin'."

That made sense, I realized, considering he had never called me anything but Jane.

Jazz had sobered and was frowning at me. "Ya really got the AllSpark in ya?" I nodded, and he seemed to regard me a moment. "How did ya end up with that inside of ya?" he asked, seeming genuinely curious.

"It was sort of like being struck by lightening," I said. "I didn't even touch it, it just choose me for some reason." I shrugged. "I don't know why."

Our children would have misused us.

I blinked, remembering a pair of violet eyes that slowly morphed into a pair of violet optics.

Our children . . .

My children . . .

Prowl's wing flicked next to me and I came unto myself in time to see him lift his head from his hands and look briefly around. Ratchet appeared then with a cube in hand, which he passed to Prowl, after seemingly taking a moment to scan him.

"Welcome back, Prowler," said Jazz, grinning when Prowl scowled at him.

Prowl caught sight of me though, and I watched as his irritation faded into a gentler look. I scooted forward until I was pressed almost against him with my legs dangling off the berth. "How are you feeling?" I asked in Praxian, taking a small sip of energon.

"My wing will be sore for a few days," he answered, flexing his wing slightly as he spoke.

I grimaced and turned my gaze to the floor. "I'm sorry," I said. "I should never have attacked you like that. I don't know what came over me." I lowered my head. "I'm sorry—"

A hand under my chin lifted my head and I turned to find myself staring into two blue pools. "You have nothing to apologize for," said Prowl.

"Ah agree with Prowler," said Jazz. It took me a moment to realize that he had spoken in Praxian albeit with an accent. I glanced over to find that he was looking at me with a more serious expression on his faceplates. "Doc-bot thinks it might have somethin' to do with some sorta secondary programing in yer system."

"Secondary programing?" I glanced at Ratchet, but quickly realized that he had no idea what we were saying since we were speaking in Praxian. I switched over to English so he could understand. "Is the secondary programing within my system harmful?" I asked, and Ratchet looked up from where he was bent over a consol.

"According to my scans, no. The program appears to be dormant the majority of the time, with the only exception being when your system senses danger."

I breathed a sigh of relief at that, although the fact that I hadn't actually been in danger when the program had activated was a bit unnerving. As if he could sense my unhappiness, Jazz shook his head. "Ain't yer fault, lil femme."

Prowl shot an almost grateful look, before touching my arm. "You're going to fine, Jane," he said.

I nodded, forcing a smile onto my face. My optics met Prowl's and, for once, his expression wasn't hidden, and I saw the troubled concern on his face, mixed with tenderness and regret. Then it all disappeared.

"I need to return to my office," Prowl said, rising. "If you no longer have need of me."

"No," Ratchet said, "you are free to go."

Prowl nodded and then he left, much to my disappointment. Jazz looked like he planned to follow after him, only for Ratchet to pin him with a glare. "Not you. I have a few more tests I want to run before you're cleared for duty of any sort."

Jazz sagged. "Dang. Ah was hopin' you'd forgotten about that."

I smiled for real then and slide to my feet, finishing my cube off with one last gulp. I waved goodbye and walked across the room to the door, planning to curl up on my berth and sleep the rest of the day away.