So I'm back sooner than I though, life's been treating me well. Hope everyone's having a wonderful day/night!

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Chapter 10

I sat in the driver seat of Optimus Prime, the adrenaline suddenly wearing off. Dylan decided to catch a ride in another helicopter, and I told him that'd I'd meet him later. I sighed and leaned my head back on Optimus's seat. I forced myself to remain alert, but I figured that closing my eyes wouldn't kill me. After a few minutes of this, my eyes shot open and I sat up. I had better things to do than closing my eyes. Like for example, figuring out why suddenly I became a Cybertronian historian. It just sort of happened, but I understood that there had to be an explanation for my sudden "newfound knowledge." I frowned as I continued to think about what could've happened to "spark" the knowledge. I remembered that it had started after Megatron's little Prime speech. After that, I had- wait. Megatron's little speech! That was when I first started to have my visions.

It almost made since. Actually...it made no sense at all, but it definitely gave me something to work with. Another thing I had noticed, is that the visions started only when the information was useful at the moment. I had no further knowledge past Hillmender and the war. Those were the only things I needed to know.

"Rose!" I yelped at Prime's sudden tone. It was to get my attention, but I noticed the worry and sharpness added to it. I glanced up and noticed where we were at. My mouth dropped. This is where my mom worked. I glanced around looking for places to escape. I sighed in realization. There was no escape. That, however, wouldn't stop me from trying to keep attention away from me. I saw Lennox already speaking with someone who looked sort of familiar. He turned and pointed back at me. It was then I saw that person's face. It was my mother. As soon as she saw, she raced towards me. I opened my mouth to give an awkward greeting, but she pulled me into her arms and sprinted away from the Autobots. I cringed. Boy was my mom in for a surprise. She sat me down and pulled me into a tight hug. I awkwardly patted he back. Even in this wonderful reunion, I still hated being touched. She released me only to grab my hands. She bent down on one knee and stared into my eyes. She glanced wearily at my new friends. Her questions flew in a fury, and I struggled to keep up.

"Are you alright? Did they hurt you? Why did you leave? Why did those things come to you? And is that your boyfriend?" I blinked rapidly before face palming.

"Mom!" I whined. She looked at me.

"What?" I just shook my head.

"Yes I'm fine. No they didn't hurt me. I left because I had to help my friends. I only know part of why they came to me, and NO! Dylan is not my boyfriend." My mom continued to stare a me while she allowed herself to wrap her head around my answers. She stared at me before attempting to whisper.

"I still don't trust those things." I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

"Mom. Rule one okay? Rule one: don't call them things. They are autonomous robotic organisms from planet Cybertron. Or Autobots for short." I turned and winked at Ratchet. He nodded slightly as if to confirm what I had said. I leaned in to talk to my mom softly. "Like us, they have feelings. While they understand you are scared of them, I do not think they appreciate the terminology. It wouldn't make you feel good if they called us things." My mom's ears got red, and I realized that I had totally embarrassed her. I didn't understand why, considering nobody heard me. I raised my eyebrows at her.

"Sorry," she squeaked. I gestured to them.

"I'm not the one to apologize to. Plus I'm sure they'd love to meet you." I shot Ironhide a 'control yourself or you'll regret it later' glare. He scoffed. My mom looked at me.

"What did you say to make him mad? Was it the things ordeal?" She asked. I rolled my eyes.

"Don't worry about it. It's just in his personality to be kind of rude. On the inside, he's all fluff." My mom stared at him in interest. I could tell the science in her was starting to show. She slowly stood up and let go of one of my hands. She held the other one tightly.

"Can you introduce them to me?" She asked. I nodded and pulled her along. We stood in front of them and my mom slid closer to me. It was almost like she took a step behind me. I patted her shoulder reassuringly. I pulled her a step closer. I pointed at Ratchet.

"This is Ratchet. He is the medic of the group." I then pointed to Ironhide. "This one is Ironhide. He's the weapons specialist and likes to flaunt it every chance he gets. We were set in this universe to annoy the hell out of each other. True fact." My mom gave me her 'language' look. I rolled my eyes. Who was she, Steve Rogers? Ironhide huffed. I pointed at Optimus.

"And this is Optimus Prime. He is he leader of the Autobots. He's also my guardian." I said my last sentence quickly, hoping that my mom wouldn't really notice I said it. Of course, no such luck. She turned to glare at me.

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" I shrugged.

"He just watches over me. We have this bond kinda like spark bonding but not in the "were totally going to be together forever and raise a family" way and whatnot. I would describe it as him being a sort of parent guidance in my life." My mom stiffened.

"You have parents. Parents who love you. You don't need anyone else." I shrugged.

"I have you. Optimus is kinda like my dad from another...erm what rhymes? Planet I guess," I said sighing. Man, that would've been so cool. I almost snorted.

No it wouldn't have been. My mom softly growled.

"You have a father." I raised my hand, in an attempt to be the peacemaker. "Well now I have two...ish. Look mom it's not even like that." My mom grabbed my arm and twisted me around.

"You don't need two. I don't want this for you." I narrowed my eyes.

"Well sometimes we don't always get the things we want, mom. You'll just have to make the best out of it. And stop judging him. You haven't even talked to him. He's very kind and compassionate. He puts others first and loves every member of his team. From my experience, that's better than my dad ever was." My mom gasped at me. I wasn't turning back now.

"You started this fight, and I'm going to end it. What I told you in my room was the truth. I can't stay here with him." Mom lightly shook me.

"But he promised that he would do better. He didn't aim to hurt you. He's just got a problem." This time it wasn't me who spoke up.

"Perhaps it would enlighten you if you knew what your daughter was doing when we found her," Ratchet said.

"Stay or out it!" My mother snapped. I glared at her. She had crossed the line. I yanked my hand away and stepped back.

"I understand that you're upset but there is no reason to talk to him that way," I snarled. "These Autobots saved my life, mom. I was going to jump off of a cliff when they came to me. They are family." My mom suddenly went white. I grabbed her shoulders.

"Mom? Mom are you alright?" I asked panicking. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed. I caught her and laid her gently on the ground. I pressed my fingers to her neck.

"Well...she's still breathing," I said grimacing. My eyes averted up as I heard the sounds of footsteps approach. I smiled slightly as I recognized the woman on the medical team. She ran towards me and pulled me into a hug, and I grinned. She leaned back and poked my cheek.

"Dimples," she teased.

So yeah, I had huge dimples.

And in my opinion, they totally ruin my dark and badass agent thing that I have going on. I rolled my eyes. This woman was my moms best friend, Beth. She's always hated my dad, but only I knew that. She'd been the only other person I had ever told about how much I hated my dad. She told me that my dad has hit my mom once too. She'd been about ready to kill him. Sometimes I wished that she had. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and I stared back up at her. She shook her head and looked down at my unconscious mother.

"She'll be the death of me, I swear," she muttered. I smiled slightly.

"Well I mean that's my mom. That's Elizabeth for you." Beth laughed. My mom had always thought that her name sounded a lot like her best friend, so everyone called her Liza. Even my grandparents did so. Beth and her team of medics picked my mother up and brought her to what I assumed would be the grown up version of the "nurses office." Once they were gone, I turned my attention back to the Autobots and gave them an exasperated look.

"Are you going with your mother?" Optimus asked. I waved my hand dismissively.

"No. She'll be fine. They'll take care of her." Ratchet frowned.

"I believe that you should've taken that more seriously. Something could be wrong with your mother." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah. She has a bad case of the I-can't-handle-the-truth-itis." I snorted. "This is a common occurrence with her. Every time you tell her something even remotely shocking, she freaks out and faints. Happens almost every time." Suddenly, I felt someone grab me, and I was pulled into their arms. By that point I knew exactly who it was, and he swung me in a circle. Dylan gently put me down and glared at me.

"I can't believe that you went face to face with Megatron! And the worst part was that you left me behind," he said, his voice set a whine. I rolled my eyes and giggled. His laughter soon faded and he regained a serious look.

"We're gonna have to speak with a lot of important people." I sighed.

"Yeah. I know." I turned back to the Autobots. "Are you guys ready to face something worse than the Decepticons?" Ironhide rolled his optics.

"Which is?" Dylan saw where I was going with my joke and he finished it off.

"Easy...politicians." Optimus looked at us.

"I am positive that is nothing that we cannot handle." Dylan shrugged.

"You say that now," I muttered. As if on cue, a man approached us and I immediately wanted to die. Okay, maybe that was normal, but I really wanted to die. I knew this idiot. He was one of my dads friends and I'd always hated him. He always acted like he was better than everyone else and to make matters worse, he acted like he was my dad. And a rather creepy one at that.

"Rose? I thought I told you to stay outta trouble. Well you've never listened to me anyways," he said lightly punching my shoulder. I glared back at him.

"And I thought I told you to stay outta jail...but look where we are." His fake and playful expression slipped off of his face and he growled.

"You'd better watch it with me little miss. I'll tell your father and you'll be on your pretty little ass faster than you could say 'help.'" I growled.

"Next time you call my ass 'pretty' you won't be the one in jail, Matthew." He smirked at me.

"Well it is. Last time I checked anyways." My fist curled up and I snarled. I was about to let him have it, but to my surprise, Dylan beat me to it.

"Listen buddy," he growled. "You don't get to talk to her like that. Nobody does. You'd better walk away now before things get ugly." Matthew stared at him.

"What are you her little boyfriend? Well just so you know, kid, she'll always be mine." Dylan hissed.

"That is enough," a loud voice rang out. Matthew jumped back, and I grinned evilly.

"Oh I didn't introduce him did I? That guy? He's Optimus Prime. He's the leader of the Autobots and the last Prime. And oh yeah... He's my guardian." Matthew gaped and stared. I continued to introduce the rest of the Autobots.

"This is Ratchet. He's the medical officer of the group." Ratchet crossed his arms.

"I specialize in the care of both Cybertronians and humans. Just hope that you don't injure yourself human." My grin deepened as I pointed to Ironhide.

"This is Ironhide. He's the weapons specialist. Try not to get on his bad side," I said.

"Consider it done," Ironhide growled. I continued with the introductions as Bumblebee approached. Sam and Mikaela were still chatting with a government official. "And that is Bumblebee." Bee must have heard the end of our conversation because he pulled out his blaster.

"Who tha fuck-do you think you are- talking about- my Rose- like that?" I bit my lip nervously. I prayed Bee wouldn't shoot him. At least not in front of everyone.

"Bumblebee. You will not harm him. No matter how arrogant and disrespectful," Optimus said. Matthew seemingly got the hints and jogged off, shaking his head and disbelief.

"I wanted to terminate that human," Ironhide fumed. I waved it off.

"That's just his personality. If it wasn't, maybe he'd have a girlfriend or something but that's just how he chooses to be." Optimus began to speak, but he cut himself off and looked up. I glanced up as well, noticing what he saw. It was another official, except this one looked like he actually mattered. I braced myself and added another internal groan. This was going to be a long day.

***four hours later***

I rubbed my eyes and let out a breath of relief. The government had stupidly decided to dump Megatron in the ocean. I rolled my eyes at the thought. It was quite difficult to hold my laughter at Optimus face expressions the whole time. Though he hid his annoyance and frustrations well, I saw through it. What could I say. I had told him what he was in for. He should've dipped when he had the chance. With no one around, I let myself smile. For the next week or so, I would stay at the base with the Autobots before the government decided what to do with me. I went to pull my phone out, before realizing that I didn't have it. I growled. Then it hit me. Those people didn't track my phone. I had Ironhide crush it for no reason at all. I breathed in and out through my nose before walking out of the small hallway. I could mourn the death of my phone later. As of now, I had an Autobot to fix.

I walked into the main lab where Jazz rested on the table. I glanced around and noticed that no one else was in the room. The Autobots sill must have been in meetings, and Dylan was allowed to go home. I still questioned their judgement on sending him home without a guardian, but I figured that the government had their reasons. I smiled. Perfect. I could fix Jazz without Ratchet's telling me what I was doing right or wrong. I began to work on him, trying to remember the exact instructions on how to fix him. I began with completely pulling his spark out. That part was simple and easy. Next I grabbed a screwdriver and dug out the main circuit. I was relieved to find it still intact. I continued on to fix minor circuits that helped his spark function. Moments later, the rumble of footsteps sounded in my ears, yet I made no move to face them. I finished closing the circuit before glancing up. I yelped in surprise at how close Ratchet watching me.

"Geez dude. A simple warning might've been nice." Ratchet ignored me and pointed to a circuit that was exposed.

"Why didn't you fix that one first?" he asked pointing at it. I held in a sigh. My ultimate goal was to not snap at him because he totally scared the crap out of Matthew. This was definitely going to be a long night. I turned to look at him.

"Because that is one of the least important circuits. I'll fix after the one I'm working." Ratchet sighed.

"Okay, now why in name of Primus did you remove this part?" I squeezed my eyes shut. I opened them and gave Optimus a 'help me' look. Optimus stared at me before speaking.

"I believe that it would be best if we all rested. Jazz will be there in the morning." Not exactly what I was expecting, but it was understandable. I glanced over at the couch that had recently been placed in the lab. One one arm, there was a blanket and a pillow on the other one. They had offered to bring me a bed, but I respectfully declined. It wasn't necessary. It's not like I would really be sleeping in it anyways. I walked over to the couch and plopped down on it. It was at these moments that my phone would be the most missed. I always plugged in my earbuds and listened to music at night. I sighed and laid down, turning away from the Autobots. I only used the pillow because of the temperature in the room. My feet would be fine because of my socks, so I curled up and closed my eyes.

***two hours later***

I blinked into the black, vast room before sitting up. I knew for a fact that I wasn't getting any sleep. I glanced at the Autobots. They must've really been physically and emotionally tired, because even as I stood up and walked to the lab, no one stirred. I walked over to the door and pressed the button on the wall. The glass for slid close. I relaxed a little as I remembered that this part of the lab was completely soundproof. I sat down at my chair and resumed working on Jazz. I began fixing a new circuit as I hummed to one of my favorite songs. After about two hours of just adding wires, closing circuits, and replacing parts, I had finished...with his spark. And that was about it. I rolled my neck and shoulders back and sighed. I glanced through the lab, and my eyes settled on a coffee machine.

So a little info on me… I LOVE COFFEE! Like seriously. That stuff is addicting. I glanced up where I noticed mugs and styrofoam cups. I grinned. Maybe this night wouldn't be so terrible after all. I raced to the machine and went through the process of starting everything.

Beth had gotten a mug made for me which read "My mom told me to make friends... so I found some robots." I smiled the mug and placed it underneath the machine. I walked back over to Jazz and and began the second hardest part. I was almost halfway done with placing his spark back into the top half of his body, when my coffee was ready. I put a medical conditions worth of sugar into and added some creamer. I slowly brought it over to my place, before slowly taking a sip. I couldn't help the sigh of pleasure as I swallowed. I mean how could one not love coffee?

I continued with the top half before grabbing the small laser and melting part of the metal together. Now any normal person would have hesitated to let me use anything that involved heat, yet here I was. I mean, I honestly would've done more damage with a box of matches then the tool I held. Once the top half was finished, I started my second cup. Oh yeah, this was going to be great. Once his spark was in the top half of his body, the time came to restart it. Believe it or not, it was already pulsing a very, very dim blue. As soon as we had made it to the base, Ratchet put down a device in the lab. Apparently it was like a The Cybertronian version of a defibrillator. It was safe to say that all hope would have been lost if it weren't for that slight dim of his spark. I quickly plugged it into the entrance of where energon was transferred in and out.

I bit my lower lip nervously as I charged up the machine and pressed the main button. As I had expected. His spark flared, before dimming once more. I sighed before trying again. It was the same out come. I tried again. At this point, I wanna starting to panic. It should've been working by now. I amped (the electricity. Not as in music) up the machine before pressing it again.

Nothing.

A single tear rolled down my cheek. If I hadn't worked then, this time it wouldn't make a difference. I tried again, and like expected… nothing. I set down the device and stared at Jazz.

"Come on Jazz," I whimpered. "What am I doing wrong?" This time, to myself. I grabbed his hand.

"Please work… Please." I sighed again. What was the use? I picked Ratchet's machine up and I glanced at Jazz one more time.

"Primus help him," I whispered.

I smashed the button, all my hope flowing out into my fingers.

And Jazz's spark lit up like a blue ember at midnight.

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