Jazz on lined his optics with a groan, as his memories caught up with his slightly aching processor. He remembered landing on Earth, meeting Samuel Witwicky, Bumblebee getting captured, using the glasses, locating the cube, seeing Bumblebee free again as they raced to hide the cube, mission city, the battle, the agonizing pain of Megatron tearing him in two pieces as he tried to bide his comrades and friends time to fall back…. He flickered his optics on and off beneath his visor, not wanting to think about it as he attempted to lift his limbs, finding many of his joints to be stiff. Jazz pushed himself until he was sitting up on the berth and looked around. He was in a morgue, that much he knew, and he growled at how dark the room was. Energy warnings flashed in front of his eyes other systems came online and the saboteur held his helm as the familiar, yet distant memories of it threatened to overwhelm him.
SPARK SYSTEMS ONLINE
COMUNICATION SYSTEMS ONLINE
WEAPONS SYSTEMS ONLINE
INTERFACE SYSTEMS ONLINE
PROCESSOR SYSTEMS ONLINE
LOW ON ENERGON
Jazz heard a commotion coming from the room next door, but paid little attention to it as he focused on other things. His spark felt strange, but not in a bad way, in fact it felt stronger, like he was leaning on somebody else for strength.
~Jazz~ he looked around suddenly at hearing the voice. It sounded young, like a sparkling, and it sounded weak.
~Dis is Jazz speaking~ he said unsure of how he should answer but knew that he just had to.
~Hello~ Another voice answered him, and it sounded like a sparkling as well, only it being male and healthier ~My name is Silver-eagle~
~I'm Cybercat~ the female voice he had heard earlier said softly, almost fading.
~Does are cool destinations~ Jazz replied, some worry built into his chest ~Cybercat, why do ya sound so weak?"
~I am sharing my spark with you~ she replied slowly ~do not worry; I have supported other sparks with my own before, I will be alright. ~
~ya sure? ~ he asked not convinced but understood why his spark felt so strange.
~Yes, I must go back to recharge now, we shall meet soon~ the connection to her cut off before he could protest and Silver-eagle sent him one more message as well before he cut off.
~Call your friends. ~
Jazz wasn't too sure what to do. His processers were threatening to glitch on him with worry. Silver-eagle and Cybercat had already turned off their com. Links, but he could feel their weakened states through the temperay bond in his spark. He continued to worry until he felt confidence which was not quiet his own wash down the link like a waterfall fell over a mountain. His processor cleared at the sparklings' emotions and Jazz scrolled down his contact list rapidly. He found the one he was looking for and opened the , praying to Primus that it worked.
~Bumblebee come in~
~This is Bumblebee~ the voice was cautious ~who is this? ~
~Bumblebee this is Jazz~ he could almost see bumblebee swivel on the road in his mind ~'m on line kid 'nd ah need ya help~
~Twins, if this is some kind of prank…~
~Na Bee, it's really me~ Jazz's optics widened behind his visor. Had more bots come?
~Jazz? Is that really you? ~
~Ya yer youngling~ a wave of happiness suddenly ran down the link and Jazz could feel him contact someone else via com. Link. It was silent for a bit before another voice came through who he immediately recognized as Ratchet.
~Ratchet to Jazz. Where are you? ~
~Heya Hatchet!~ Jazz could practically feel the medic's shocked expression and snickered to himself ~I'm in some sort a morgue and am low on energon~
Two minutes later, the door to the room slid open to reveal Ironhide, with his cannons whirling on his arms proudly, and Ratchet who stood a little ways back. Both bots stopped in their tracks when they saw him and Jazz weakly raised a hand in the air and waved at them.
"Hia Doc bot, 'Hide."