Hii you guys!

I just wanted to let you all know about somethings concerning this story and stuff. So for one, I am working on another fanfic concerning The Outsiders (which may or may not be posted as of now, I really don't know), and though I will still post this one, it will defiantly be less...I'm sorry. But I promise I haven't given this one up!

I also want to be a little ahead on this story so in order to do that I'll need a bit of time.

Also I don't know if Autobots "recharge" in Bayverse, but they do in this fanfic, lol.

Anyways, that's about it! I hope you all have a wonderful week/weekend!

(just added this) I'm SOOOOO freaking sorry that this chapter sucks! I haven't posted in so long and I wrote a crappy chapter to add to that fact. Again, I am so sorry.

Enjoy! (even though this chapter is awful)

Chapter 11

His spark flared up and pounded as if it hadn't been able to do its job in a long time. In a way, that was true. I grinned and panted in relief and excitement. That was it. I knew that Jazz would be alright. I quickly gulped down my coffee and started another one. My blissfulness couldn't be contained as I continued to grin like the Cheshire Cat. I worked at a frantic pace drinking about four more cups of coffee. Once Jazz has been almost full reassembled, I leaned back and smiled. I glanced at the clock, which read 6:57. I wrinkled my brows. The rest of the Autobots really must have been tired. I imagined that they would've been awake. I figured that Jazz would wake up in about ten minutes. That would be enough time to get his systems back online and the energon flow steady enough to keep him alive. I busied myself with cleaning because I couldn't stand leaving things a mess. I started my next cup of coffee, briefly wondering if it would kill me. It was only a few moments before I heard Jazz stir. I glanced back at him, and before I knew it...shit hit the fan.

"I'm gonna kill you Megatron," Jazz snarled, his blasters already activated and shooting. I shrieked and ducked for cover under the table, my coffee spilling everywhere. With each blast, I heard something break.

"Where are you?!" Jazz growled. I whimpered and slowly stood up, my arms raised in a peaceful gesture. Naturally he was turned the other way.

"Jazz," I screamed. He whirled on me, his eyes glinting with a fierce light. When he recognized me, however, he lowered his blaster.

"Rose?" He asked, his accent briefly gone. His normal voice was odd. It sounded like it should be Jazz...but it wasn't.

"Yeah, it's me," I whispered. 'Please don't shoot me,' I thought. "You're alright. Megatron is dead." Jazz fist pumped the air victoriously.

"Did I kill 'em?" He asked. I frowned, not wanting to ruin his fun, though I didn't want to lie too much.

"You didn't kill him, per say. However, you injured him so bad that it was an easy kill for the rest of us." He shrugged.

"Just the same. I'll take it. But why don't I remember any of da tha stuff you sayin'?" He winced.

"Well Jazz. Megatron sort of...er killed you. But I fixed you and now we're here." Jazz looked horrified.

"He killed me. And you fixed me?" I growled and threw my hands in the air.

"Why does it matter who fixed you. Everyone acts like I'm stupid. I received the instructions and I followed them. Why is it so hard to believe that I can follow instructions?" Jazz blinked before settling for another shrug.

"I don't know." Then his optics lit up. "Where are the rest of the Autobots? Can I see them?" I glanced out of the glass and gasped. How did they not hear me almost die? They all rested in their same positions. I glanced back up at Jazz.

"Let's wait until their done recharging." Recharging. 'What did that mean?' I asked myself. I squinted. If I didn't figure this out soon, I could tell it was going to get me into trouble. I grabbed my cup of coffee and have Jazz a stern look. "Now if I can trust you to keep quiet in here, we can surprise them, kay?" Jazz nodded excited.

"Hell yeah," he cheered. I nodded before walking out of the room. I turned back around suddenly.

"And one more thing. No flips and or showing off. And Jazz? I'm glad your back." I sat back down at the couch and glanced at the Autobots. I wondered if any of them were dreaming. If they did dream. And if so, what about? My thought process was interrupted by the sound of metal clanking and shifting. My immediate thought was that Jazz couldn't keep still, but when I looked up, Optimus was transforming into his robot form. He groaned softly, and I frowned. His joints creaked. I'd have to get Ratchet to check on that later. 'Could Autobots get arthritis?' I wondered to myself. I was interrupted again, as Optimus spoke.

"How long have you been online?" He softly asked. I shrugged.

"Awhile," I said.

"How much recharge did you get as of last night?" I coughed.

"Um...none?" He shook his head and sighed.

"I will make sure that you are in berth on time tonight," he said.

"Well unless you can find some music and or medication, I'd just be staring into the room the whole night." Also I wanted to point out his choice of words, but I understood what he meant. I vaguely wondered if any other human would. To me, it just sounded like common as confirmed, something was wrong with me. 'Yeah, you're a freak,' I thought to myself.

"You require medication?" This time a new voice sounded. I looked up to see Ratchet. "Why didn't you inform any of us?" He asked. I shrugged.

"I guess I didn't think about it. At the time, it wasn't so important." There was a slight silence as my gaze rested on Ironhide and Bumblebee.

"I suppose we should get to work," Ratchet said. I panicked, the surprise already being ruined. I quickly recovered and wrinkled my nose for effect.

"Not yet. I have something to tell you guys, and I want to say it once and at the same time. I want everyone to be awake so I can just say and get it over with." Optimus turned to me, his optics dimming slightly.

"Shall we be prepared for bad news?" He asked. I shrugged and gave them a sad look.

"I suppose it would depend on who you were." Ratchet nodded and it had a certain weariness to it.

"Will it be necessary for me to wake the others up?" He said glancing at the resting Autobots. I shook my head. I stared out of the window until I heard another Autobot transform.

"Good morning, Ironhide," I said without looking away from the glass. He grunted in acknowledgement and turned to Ratchet. I allowed myself to zone out and allowed my mind to take over.

This was the first time that I was willing and accepting a vision. Instead, I got a flashback.

It was quiet at first. A light white mist expanding across a dark horizon. Then, as if I was watching a movie, I saw my life. From when I was a baby. My mom gently rocking me and whispering softly. My sister grinning at me, and giving my head a soft pat. My dad. Giving me the same look of hatred I so often saw. I watched myself grow up. I watched myself playing with friends and being in school and blushing when boys stared at me. I remembered when me and my mom and sister would bake and my sister would throw four in my face before laughing and pulling me into a hug.

I remembered a time where I was happy. Even in my flashback, I was able to think about how long ago happiness was.

When I was ten, my life had changed. I saw what could be described as a montage of my dad hitting me. Of my dads friends coming over, getting drunk and using me as a toy. I felt myself tremble at certain memories. But then it was over. I was standing at the cliff, taking a deep breath. Then it flashed over and I saw Sam and Mikaela. I watched as the Autobots crashed down from the heavens. Then I was at our recent battle. Megatron had me pinned and I feebly squirmed. Then I saw myself. As I was now. Sitting in on the couch as the Autobots desperately attempted to get my attention. I noticed that in all of the panic, Bumblebee had transformed and he lightly shook me. I waited for everything to end, for me to once again face reality. But to my surprise, it never came.

I quickly wondered what was left to see. Then I knew. It was the future. Ironically enough, the visions flew by quicker than my past. I only caught bits and pieces of it. But then I realized there was a reason. Then I learned another lesson. A very important one at that...Everything happens for a reason. Once my vision began to fade I saw one more vision. It was of me and Optimus. We sat on a cliff ledge. The same one I was going to end my life at. We stared over the horizon at sunset. Then as quickly as it had began, it was over.

I blinked a few times before trying to remember what had happened before I had left planet earth for a bit. The Autobots stared at me, their bright blue optics flashing with worry, even Ironhide and Optimus. Then I remembered Jazz.

"Sorry. But um… I had to tell you guys something." They were all silent, most likely deciding whether or not to discuss me before listening to what I had to say. I laughed breathlessly, though they wasn't a trace of humor in it. "I'm serious. I'm fine. Just me being weird. I'm sorry." Optimus eyes flashed to Ratchet and his glance was returned with a slight nod.

"Look I promise I'm mentally stable...well for the most part...okay like fifty percent. Yeah that's probably more accurate," I said smiling. I regained a serious expression. "I really have to tell you guys this, though." Optimus was silent before nodding.

"Continue. Take your time." I gratefully nodded at him.

"Well I… well you know what? I changed my mind. I shouldn't be the one to tell you guys this," I said looking down.

"Whoever is necessary," Ratchet said. I took a deep breath before slowly meeting the Autobots gazes. I let myself burst into a huge grin. From the looks on their faces, they were definitely under the impression that I was going mentally insane. I could almost swear I saw Ratchet lean forward and Optimus's face morph into a look of confusion for a second or two.

"I'm just gonna let him tell you. Come on out Jazzy," I yelled. On cue, Jazz wheeled out of the lab before transforming and flipping into the air. I stood up and ran of to him, the rest of the Autobots close behind.

"Jazz, I told you to do one thing. Just one!" With that, I allowed myself to back away into the lab and let the Autobots reunite. I continued to clean up the room. I was cutting myself of with the coffee. It was a miracle that I wasn't peeing myself at the moment. I stretched and sighed. I watched from the outside as I scooped the remainder of metal into a trash can. I patted around my pocket and pulled out the piece of Megaton. I jogged to the microscope and placed the piece under it. The texture was odd, like a human fingerprint. I frowned wondering if I could get equipment to test the genetic makeup. I wondered. Would they have chromosomes and just how different were our genotypes, eventually affecting our phenotypes. I bounced back and forth. This was going to be great. Science but not from a classroom. I heard the sound of footsteps, and I quickly straightened up and dropped the piece back into my pocket.

I looked up to see Ratchet. He gestured outside of the room where the rest of the Autobots were. I nodded and followed him. Optimus glances at me.

"As I am sure you can imagine, we have many questions." I nodded seriously.

"Of course. It's only fair that I answer them to the best of my abilities." I was proud of my ability to sound polite and proper when I wanted to. Ratchet asked the first.

"This was done while we were in recharge. How did you manage to get it done so quickly and efficiently?" I nodded, fully expecting the question.

"Well for one, I never really finished. That's why I told him to lay off of the flips," I glared at Jazz and he cowered behind Bee. "I have tiny hands too. It's easier...but that's not what you mean is it? I don't know. All of our lives would be so much easier if I knew." Ratchet nodded and gestured for the next person. It was Optimus. Unlike Ratchet's question, his question caught me completely of guard.

"Why did you heal Jazz? You could've left him as he was. But you didn't. Why?" I frowned in thought. Then I knew the answer so fast it came as a surprise I didn't realize it before.

"Because he's a part of me. I'd do the same thing for any of you. All of you are to important. I'd easily do anything for any of you." Ironhide took a step closer.

"Even sacrifice yourself?" I nodded.

. "Easily," I said confidently. "I don't know how. But all of matter. You're needed for something bigger.

"Which-is?" Bumblebee asked.

"If I knew I'd tell you...actually, I might not. It would depend. Anyways, any more questions?" I had a feeling the answer was no, but I still wanted to be sure. No one spoke up.

"So I'm assuming our schedule includes more meetings and dealing with more people." Ratchet raised an eyebrow.

"You refer to people as if you aren't one," he pointed out.

"When I was younger, I used to refer to myself as something in a human body." I was a strange child, thinking about things that no five year old should be thinking of. While normal five-year-olds were worrying about toys and friends, I was busy trying to understand my strange mindset, so much that even I understood that I was not normal.

"Something," Optimus repeated.

"Something. I'm just not normal. Not human." I giggled. "Am I creeping you out yet?" No one answered as we all heard a noise. My head snapped to the door and Lennox, Epps, Sam, Mikaela, And to my surprise, Dylan filed in. Sam was the first to notice Jazz.

"Wait. How did you and Rose fix Jazz this fast?" He asked Ratchet. Ratchet shook his head.

"I had no participation in repairing him. It was all Rose." Dylan grinned and raced over to me. He picked me up and spun me around.

"You are so amazing," he laughed. "Not only did you face Of with Megatron, you totally revived Jazz." I rolled my eyes.

"Okay let's get a few things straight. First off, I didn't face off with him, okay? Cause if I did, I'd probably be dead. Actually no. We had a brief...er conversation and that was it. And secondly, technically Jazz never fully died. Though faint, his spark was still functioning." Dylan waved it off.

"Technicalities," He said. I gave him a look. "Yeah. That's why I said technically." Dylan shrugged. I felt another hug and I turned. I was shocked to see it was Mikaela.

"Thank you for helping Sam," she said smiling. I grinned.

"Don't thank me. I hardly did anything. Sam saved himself. He's the hero you should be thanking," I laughed. Sam turned to me.

"No. Not true. You were the one who got that cube in his chest. And you survived Megatron." I rolled my eyes.

"All thanks to Optimus. Plus, he wasn't going to kill me." Dylan crossed his arms.

"Of course he was! That was his purpose. To kill all of the humans and whatnot." I shook my head. "That's not true. He was looking for the Allspark. Sure, maybe disposing of all humans was a plus, but his main purpose was to find the Allspark." Dylan threw his hands in the air.

"So that's why he would've killed you!" I glanced around.

"Lower your voice, Dylan. There is no reason to yell. I'm positive he wasn't going to kill me. I mean, he was. But then he looked at me. Anyways by the time that happened, he was gone," I lied. Optimus glanced at me, and I knew. I was definitely planning to tell him, but I wanted to be alone. Dylan rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. We're all awesome and you survived Megatron. Now let's go do something." I raised my eyebrows.

"Do something? Like what? We definitely aren't cleared to go anywhere." Dylan shrugged.

"So? We won't go far." I shook my head. "Listen Dylan. The government isn't something to be messed with," I said. Dylan frowned but started a conversation with Jazz. I watched him, wondering how one could just start a conversation like that with another person so easily. I thought for a moment.

"Ya know, I was wrong. If all of you went with Bumblebee, it wouldn't be such an issue. He's cleared," I said wrinkling my nose in thought. Dylan fist pumped and cackled. Bee quickly transformed and Dylan jumped into the back. Sam and Mikaela followed him. I waved and began to walk away.

"Aren't you going with them?" Optimus asked. I shook my head.

"Not right now. I still want to check on Jazz and whatnot. Plus being social isn't really my thing." Ratchet stepped forward.

"I will make anymore repairs necessary." I nodded at him.

"Thanks. Though I was looking for a reason to stall. I have to go back and see my mom at my house. Hopefully I can get my dog too. I'd might as well do it now than procrastinate." This would be fun.

"Once permission is granted, I will go with you," Optimus said. I smiled.

"Okay. Thanks."

I sighed and checked the time on my new phone. Later, I was going to have to take off all of the tracking devices and whatnot. I was proud to say that it all of my music and docs and accounts and apps still remained on my phone. Optimus quickly checked to make sure that I had given him the correct address.

"Hmm? Oh yeah. It's the big white house at the end of the road. Unfortunately you can't miss it."

Optimus hummed in response before asking, "unfortunately?" I shrugged and let my head rest on the cold glass, and the window gently vibrated, as if Optimus was reassuringly rubbing my head. I sighed as we pulled into my driveway and I slowly turned the volume up. I jumped out of the car and walked to the door. I typed in the password and opened it slowly, praying that nobody was in the living room. Of course I had no such luck. I almost wished I went with Dylan, Sam, and Mikaela. My dad stood up.

"What the hell did you think you were doing leaving like that?!" I cringed back before regaining a serious look.

"Some friends needed my help. Plus I know you didn't miss me." My dad growled.

"I know I didn't miss you. You could've actually killed yourself and I wouldn't have cared. But your disappearance was killing your mother. God, your so fucking stupid." I clenched my teeth and looked down. I knew he wouldn't put his hands on me. Not now at least. In a quick decision, I bolted past him. I heard the loud pounding of the soles of his feet hitting the ground and I just quickened my pace. I raced into my room and slammed the door, effectively locking it. I grabbed a duffel bag and threw whatever my hands touched into it.

The process took all but five minutes, and when I finished. I finally let myself breathe. I jogged to my window and peered out of it. I let myself think of all of the events that had led up to this as I slid out of it. I raced towards Optimus Prime, his doors already opened, and his engines already roaring. I easily jumped in and the door slammed shut. I distantly wondered where my dog was, but before I could do anything about it, we were already backing out of the driveway. I sighed and let my head rest on the window. It seemed that I spent a lot of time doing that.

"Can we go somewhere? Somewhere quiet and peaceful." There was a long pause as I waited for Optimus's answer. Finally he spoke. "Of course. I believe that I have found a quiet spot. We will arrive shortly." I assumed her heard the desperation that leaked through my voice because suddenly, nothing else mattered. We silently drove as I thought about what I was going to say. Then I realized. There was no thinking about it. I just had to be honest and say what I was thinking.

He would understand.

He had to.

Because if Optimus Prime didn't understand...no one else would.

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