Here's another chapter for all of you! Welp... I got lucky today and did more than 10 chapters for the next updates... Though, I think I would need to proofread them first, still... I got lucky. Have fun reading! I own all my grammar and other mistakes so feel free to criticize them again! I need something constructive to develop it. Being in the press club needs those kinds of things.

P.S. I slagging won an essay contest in my mother tongue unexpectedly. As in, I hadn't even thought I would be able to do it with all my grades on that subject plummeting to Fs. But I got the overall champion position and medal!

Char... Just saying. It's already a big award for me. XD And I owe it all to those who had given way for me to grow as a writer. Thank you!

I do not own Transformers! Though I have Shein/Oen/Sheina as an OC.


CHAPTER 54: Online


Christopher Sheina Oans's body was just there, still as a rock, as she lay on top of the chamber that now glowed in a luminous light that signifies its return to life. The gears around her hummed in their movement as the energon lines that were once dull gray were now flowing with the energy that came from her once unstable spark.

Once, there was only one but now had become two. Those two bright orbs now beat in a rhythm where the large one, being the elder of the small one, caressed the other by sending a coat of warmth that signifies its amazement at what reality had to offer upon its awakening. It was shocked at how suddenly it found itself holding a bond that stretched between them though it was sure that there was none even before it had passed onto the Matrix.

The last thing he remembers was the pain before he was then taken to a void that was not as cold as he thought it would be. He could say that at that place he felt at home like nothing else mattered. He got a taste of what felt like happiness and serenity once again despite offlining during the fight. He was okay with offlining, much to his chagrin… but not until he saw a bright little white light coming closer and closer to where he was.

That little light is the one that he recognizes as this little spark currently residing beside his own. The little one was having another one of those fluxes it seems, as he could feel the other channeling its own distress and pain unconsciously in its fitful recharge. It was the same as before… At the void, the little one had been fluctuating in pain, distress, and fear at its entrance; something that he wouldn't wish on a young newspark to feel after so long of basking in the peace offered by the Matrix.

At that time, instead of wandering around the vastness of the void like he had become used to, he stayed at a spot when no other spark would when he saw that little white glow in the distance of his awareness. He stayed there and waited for the new one to do something as he contradicted the thoughts that were bombarding him.

'Will you welcome the young one or would you like to take it back?' A deep resounding voice, clearly ethereal and holy if he admits it, took out his thoughts and stabbed him right back in the spark as he stood there at the Matrix.

Jazz was asking that to himself, whether he wanted the new spark to continue on with its journey passing on or for him to will the little one to go back, endure and live on.

'Will you welcome the new spark … or would you like to take the other back?' The deep resounding voice once again asked but this time, it urged him to actually make a decision. Why? Jazz doesn't know either but he got a feeling that his answer was as much important for the being asking as it was for the existence of the little one.

For the first time in a long time, Jazz was left troubled. His mind tried to come up with an answer but it pointed out to things that are not far away from the facts. If he welcomes the little spark… it would mean that he had just let the little one offline when it had a chance, never to come back or experience the life that a Cybertronian is blessed to have no matter what the war had done (There was also the possibility that the war might be gone and a new era has come for there to be a new spark). Then, the latter part of his decision comes to the other point of what if he sends the other back and the war is still going on. He would not be sure of what would happen to the little spark if it is still going on, let alone the reason on why it was already there and keening like that.

'Will you welcome the new spark or would you take the spark back?' The words echoed and at that third repeat, Jazz realized something which made his grin known for the invisible presence to see or feel.

Jazz got the idea of what the other was insinuating and with this, he wasn't alone on what he wanted and had decided. He had the answer and it was…

"I'll take d' spark back…" He declared with conviction before he was washed with feelings of amusement and joyous approval from the other.

'Thank you…' was the first thing Jazz had heard as a reply before the lights around him become a torrent of rainbow while the mysterious entity said 'As you wish…'. Jazz then felt everything around him shift and change. He felt himself being pulled out then down as the weight of his ghostly frame become heavier and heavier with every pull and tug. It was actually an unsettling feeling but as he did so continue the journey, he could feel the new spark follow him.

At the end of the tunnel, they were trecking was the end. He soon found that he could feel. There was that stiffness in his joint wires, the ever so numbness of his appendages from not being used, and lastly, the never ending cold darkness that was covering him from his still offlined optics.

He knew that he should be panicking at this point because he couldn't access with his own system but what kept him grounded was the feeling of the young spark near him. It was there, beside his own spark as a translucent bond connected their consciousness together.

Jazz cringed though when he realized the other was flooded with distress in such a strong amount that he wondered where could have inspired that. Why? Why was the little spark so stressed that it had slowly been nearing the Well of the Allspark? He wondered with a dark air thinking of maybe it must be the Decepticons' fault. Or maybe it was because of the lost of the little one's creators…? But Jazz had already checked that and found that there hadn't been such traces of a broken bond that should have been there. It seems like he was the first to even have a bond with the little one.

Well, whatever might have been the reason for the lack thereof of the bond and even the reason for almost offlining, Jazz just knew that he had to remedy that… Make better of this second life he had been given by that mysterious entity that he could only claim as Primus himself.

The Cybertronian God had seen him worthy enough to be brought back and with that, the purpose might be the little spark itself and his decision to take the other back. Jazz knew what was in for him when he decided that and he couldn't feel more blessed as it is to be given a little creation. A creation to protect from the world they were in and those who wanted to lay harm over it.

Warmth blossomed in his own spark at the thought of having the one thing he had wanted after the war. He always wanted to start his own family unit and care for the whole. That would be his purpose after fighting for so long.

His thoughts might be that contagious because not too long, the little one had calmed down; Jazz's spark was singing a rhythm that his creators had used on him when he was a sparkling that sooner vanquished the ill fluxes that were worrying him, too.

Jazz can't really see these dark fluxes but he sure can feel the negativity it had over the little one as its frame quivered beside his spark chamber earlier, transmitting the feelings of pain and distress in an intensity that made him furious and protective. The little spark was his and he would take care of it with tenderness and love. But this feeling that ran rampant in him swore to take revenge on the individual that left his little creation like that.

Willing the other to feel safe within his spark embrace, he mentally promised that nothing would ever come and harm the other as long as he can. A devotion to the little spark was formed and that signaled his bond to flare once again as his spark send a rush of what could be interpreted as love for the other.

Sending that feeling over and over again to the other without a skip of doubt, he thought that everything would be alright… that is until he felt the little one suddenly feel very confused as it poked the bond.

The mech felt the little spark poke the silver thread before suddenly shooting the feeling of alertness and shock, may it be unconscious. Jazz just sent back his curiosity as he tried to calm the other down. Despite that, though, he could feel the panic that was soon blooming and overcoming other through the bond. Not too long, Jazz's frame had registered movement that tickled his chamber, soft and very small. The small frame of the sparkling was getting up and scampering… out of him. That alerted him.

With the little one panicking to climbed out of Jazz own chamber, the mech could only do us much as to send feelings of calmness and assurance that was being clearly ignored. Not being able to move to show that everything was alright frustrated him even more as he tried to override his systems to full functioning. Something was making the little one so scared and panicked like that so he needs to get back up immediately and just eliminate that threat off.

Grabbing their bond, he was soon shocked as he didn't expect for the little one to suddenly just back off and try to block him out.

~Primus, lil' spark. 'wat's wrong…?~ He worriedly asked over the connection which seems to make the other lose its balance when he felt the sparkling fall back into his chamber. Worry gnawed again in him as he prodded the bond for any other injury he can spot, but a little later, the other had pushed him out. The presence of the other was slowly closing as if the other was trying to totally throw him out.

The bond was thinning… He could feel it… And it worried him greatly seeing that the other was soon becoming more pained from the distance.

~Lil' spark!~ He called over the bond as he can feel the other collapse from the distance. He just knew by instinct that something bad had happened as his system flared up in alarm.

Primus, if he can't get up that instant from his berth or whatever he was placed in, he was going to tear the place he was at just to find the little spark. Gritting his dentas mentally, he wondered why… Why the sparkling suddenly got up and ran like that, and how did the frag was the little one able to block the bond so early was unheard of. Jazz just knew that something was not right… Something was terribly wrong with the new spark.

He felt the need to see what is wrong as his logical side screamed for him to take the little one to Ratchet. The medic would know what is happening… Ratchet always did… but not when his patient is now actually gone! Primus, the sparkling was going to be his second offlining.

Overriding again his slow system booth up, he was successful this time as he found that he could onlined his optics and moved flexibly up the now warm berth. Checking his chronometer, oh, he got slapped by the duration of his offlined period. It was a terribly long time in human terms… Six years missed but he let it off as he focused on his present dilemma, the sparkling.

He noted down his surroundings but kept his self on high alert as he always would when in an unknown territory. His Ops training wouldn't let him just relax despite his system clearly not in the state to keep up. He can still feel he creaks and hears the friction of rusted gears. But Jazz knows that it isn't time to complain about that.

What if he and his sparkling were at a Decepticon's base? He wondered but slightly denied the thought since he there was no reason in the pit that the Decepticons would provide a berth for a dead Autobot.

But he could say that maybe it was the Decepticons that had caused the little spark to run off earlier. That is a properly logical and sound thinking… There was no other reason for the little spark to be near offlining in distress, too, if it were like that.

If they were in the Decepticons base of operations, then he shouldn't be lounging around there and letting the little spark out of his hold until they could make it back to the Autobots, wherever they might be at.

Jazz could only rely on luck for now as he stepped out of the large door and took off into the shadows of the night cycle of the earth, cursing his scanners for still being offline and his coms for being deactivated.


And the awakened mech is... JAZZ! Give Khalthar a big round of applause for actually mentioning that Jazz was the mech in question.

I've been having fun with my plots so... yeah. The next few are not subjected to change unless I revise it. Have fun on the next chapters too! And thank you for the favs, reviews, and follows, readers! Though... dun dun dun... I am starting getting antsy on starting a new story or actually continuing one of my present ones.

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Khalthar: Sadly, we wouldn't be seeing that in this chapter. But the time is near for everyone to celebrate!

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