Hey guys. Apparently I forgot to put in how Jazz and Jailynn met up. I'll be putting their past in an upcoming chapter all by its lonesome. For now, thank you for the reviews. Words cannot express the happiness of reviews.

RebekahTHE Beautiful

A week later…

She danced through the halls of NEST, ignoring what was in front of her until she hit what felt to be a wall of metal, Cybertronian metal that is. Jailynn looked up to see what she'd hit, and realized sadly that it would probably leave a mark. She started to get to her feet and froze in her tracks when she saw it. It was the leg of Optimus Prime, her eyes continued up his still form, the leader's blue optics focusing on her frightened face as she did so. Oh slag, she thought, I'm so dead, 'cause I'm still supposed to be in the med-bay, behavin' myself. Damn it. Her train of thought was abruptly cut off as the Autobot leader picked up the scared teenager, leaving her arms and head above his hand. She'd get her revenge later.

Jailynn put on her best face of apology and spoke in her most honest and sincere voice. She only had one chance at telling her side of this before she got in trouble. "Optimus… I'm sorry I am not in the medical bay. But, before you ship me off to the isolation cell, I'd like to plead my case, if you will allow it." She eyed him, hoping that he'd give her a chance.

Optimus nodded his head slowly. "Very well. And what is your case, young one?"

" I… I was in the med-bay, mindin' my own business and then I heard one of my favorite songs, one that I dance to and I lost my focus and…" her small voice trailed off as she took in his facial expression. He didn't look too pleased with this excuse, or so she thought. Jailynn decided it was in her best interest to go on with her defense but was immediately cut off by a sound behind her. She twisted her small torso so as to get a quick view of who had so rudely disrupted her. It was the Lambo twins and they looked terrified, recognizing what they'd done and who was pissed off at them all over again. They made a move to turn and run, but a silky croon of a voice begged them to near the small human in their leader's hand. They took a long look at each other and at Jailynn. After all, what could she possibly do from there, right? They both shrugged and advanced. Boy, did they think wrong.

Optimus released his hold somewhat on the teenager in his war-torn hands. He did not wish to damage Jazz's charge at all. If something happened to her, Ratchet would look like a saint compared to a pissed off saboteur. She wriggled free of the grasp and proceeded to crook a finger at the twins, as if to show them something, but attacked Sideswipe, as his optics were dangerously closer to her hands, which were clasped in a small ball in front of her. She and the confused Sideswipe were rolling on the ground, with Optimus and Sunstreaker participating as their shocked audience. The old leader's processors worked faster than Sunstreaker's did, but he waited to see what would happen. And then as the scene unfolded, Jailynn was starting to shape 'swipe into the shape of… a pretzel? Ratchet and Jazz had both turned a corner and almost stepped on their small human friend and Sideswipe. All but the teenager and said 'bot were literally scratching their heads, trying to make sense of what had just happened. With a final grunt of satisfaction and a self-congratulatory grin on her face, Jaybird looked to Optimus and a grin spread widely across her features. Jazz and Ratchet started laughing, causing the contented femme to jump and nearly fall from where she was standing. Jailynn turned to glare at them, but a tiny laugh from her had everyone but Sideswipe in hysterics.

… A few hour's later…

"No, Jazz, you guys obviously cannot keep her under control, so it's final." Lennox gave Jazz a look that clearly meant this conversation was over. Will had just ordered Jailynn to be sedated and put in the isolation cell. He knew this wouldn't go over smoothly, and was, well, not very happy with many of the senior Autobots on the base. Optimus viewed things as Lennox did, but Ironhide, Jazz, Ratchet, and even Bumblebee did not see the point of putting the teenager in a drug- induced sleep as well as in a cell of any kind. The military officer knew it wasn't right to do it, but she had to be restrained or Ratchet would have to kill something soon, especially if he had to keep undoing all of her mistakes, like the Sideswipe incident. Lennox shuddered as his face fell into his hands. Jailynn happily obliged and followed orders when told to mind and was a younger version of Optimus if the conditions allowed it, but they now knew one of her weaknesses. Scratch that, two of her weaknesses and a possible strength. One was forever going to be Jazz, and the other, music. The music aspect was often a good thing and the possible strength, as everyone around NEST knew Jailynn and her music were like Ironhide and his weapons, or any 'bot that had any prized possession or person they would kill for, as they were proven time and again to be the most deadly of beings if one dared to mess with said person or thing, and, as even Epps knew, no one messed with Jazz or his charges' music unless they had a serious death-wish. And that was the problem. If someone played a song she was known to dance to, she lost all self-control and that would be when the trouble would start. But if anything or anyone threatened or even messed with her friend, the Autobot lieutenant, no way in hell would she let it go until she had exacted her revenge to her very high standards.

Epps joined his friend in watching Jailynn sleep. The two began conversing about using the music to control the youngster.

Ironhide watched Annabelle Lennox play with Jailynn's hair, messing up the intricate braiding while he cleaned his cannons, chuckling ever so slightly, despite the seriousness of the situation regarding the latter, knowing these two would get along just fine. The small girl had been told to mind her uncle, and to not make the sleeping lady mad. 'belle didn't understand much of what her dad said, but at least had an understanding of what mad lady meant.

Jailynn felt the ground beneath her feet shifting ever so slightly. A council of gigantic robots were in front of her, as if they were conversing. It was silent, but she could hear their minds. And she froze, recognizing this group as Optimus' ancestors. He had mentioned something or another about them. They refocused their optics on her, but she already knew her fate. Then the biggest one of all spoke aloud. "No, child, what we have decided is not the ending of your life. Yes, we know you can hear our thoughts and you are frightened, if at all by what you hear." She knew this was the truth, her gut instinct told her so. 'Primus help me.' she thought while her hands trembled at the sight before her. The last of the Primes. 'Holy guacamole' was all she could think.

Ironhide's optics shifted to the Jailynn's currently twitching form. Annabelle'd fallen asleep right near her only moments ago. Fearing for the Lennox girl was his first priority, and he pulled her off to a corner, out of harms' way. He gave the small teenager a cursory scan, and upon detecting no anomalies, he let it be, but kept a better eye out for her, all the while recording the occasional movement that caused her to whimper silently in her sleep.

"We've an offer for you, femme." the main Prime spoke, looking at her suddenly nervous form. She understood the Cybertronian language, her facial expression changing with their words. The said femme stood silent, listening, anticipation filling her.

Growling in frustration, the weapons specialist himself began to twitch. The small human that had begun her newest activity was still twitching and it annoyed him greatly. Actually, convulsing might be a better word. He didn't wanna call Ratchet, but it was becoming painfully apparent that he should. Jailynn's back arched as she continued what appeared to be very painful movements. To emphasize this, she whimpered a little more when her small body fell limp to the floor. By now, Annabelle had woken from her nap and sauntered over to her guardian, pulling her doll at her side, all the while watching the sleeping teenager move sharply and dangerously on the floor. Deciding that Ratchet needed to intervene before the human weapons specialist hurt herself or someone else, Ironhide commed the CMO.

-Ratchet, we have a problem.-

-Can it wait or does your problem require immediate medical attention? – Ratchet was in a bad mood. Add sarcasm to that. Great. Who pissed him off now? The twins? Probably. He'd bash the their heads together, again, later for Ratchet. He had bigger problems right about now, however.

-Uhhhhh… does a more than usually twitchy human count? Oh, wait, SHE'S IN CONVULSIONS AND I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!- the black mech yelled through the internal comm, not giving Hatchet the chance to smart off like he normally would.

-I know you are not speaking of the Lennox sparkling. But Jailynn has no medical records pertaining to this. Is she awake? Show a live feed and I can give a proper- Holy Primus!- the medic sounded as if he was gonna break something and the video, apparently, didn't help matters. –Bring her in immediately. I will inform Optimus and Major Lennox of this. This activity is not a normal human movement of any kind.-

The line went dead instantly. Ironhide picked up Annabelle in his left hand, Jailynn in his right, a loose grip on the right, tight on the left. He was in the medbay seconds later. Ratchet was waiting for the girl.

I know, it's a bit random, but oooh, I love cliffhangers! And, yes, it all connects to Jailynn's past…