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There's a starman waiting in the sky,

He'd like to come and meet us,

But he thinks he'd blow our minds,

There's a starman waiting in the sky,

He'd told us not to blow it,

'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile...

~Starman; by David Bowie

In Desirée's POV

The days continued to go on in a similar fashion. The girls would get driven to school by whoever was available, someone would watch over Orion, leaving the rest of us—who were dedicated to the project—to finish up rebuilding the prototype. Because of Ratchet, he'd managed to finish redesigning the body, but left the chest area left partially finished until the Spark chamber was finished.

Since his part of the work was done, he opted for helping Cade, Daniel, and I with the chamber, helping us recalculate things if we weren't sure, giving us the right amount of metal, telling us which human metal would work best with keeping the Spark contained.

In all honesty, if we didn't have Ratchet helping us, the project would've been impossible to do.

"So when the chamber's finished, then what?" I asked.

"Then we—you, actually—will work on resurrecting the Spark," Ratchet's Holoform said.

I must've paled, because a look swept across Ratchet's face. I had no problem working with a Transformer that was already alive, but figuring out how to resurrect a dead Transformer's Spark sounded impossible. And you'd think after everything we had gone through, impossible wouldn't even be in our vocabulary.

"How exactly am I supposed to bring a dead Spark back?" I said, swallowing thickly. "'Cause if you ask me, it doesn't sound like something I can do..."

"You've got the All Spark's power inside of you, Desirée," Ratchet exclaimed, cutting off my rambling. "All those names etched on your skin are our comrades. Their Sparks transferred over to you."

"I'm sorry—transferred?" I exclaimed.

"Yes." Ratchet threw a pointed look my way. "Did you honestly think when those names appeared on your skin, it was just to tell you who died?" I looked down. "The All Spark contained a vast amount of power—now with most of its remaining power in you..."

"I absorb them when they die." I swallowed thickly, unconsciously gripping the arm with the dead Autobot's names on it. "I absorbed their life-force."

Ratchet put a hand on my shoulder—whether it was a comforting gesture or not, I have no idea.

"Don't be so frightened," he said, his voice unusually soft. "No harm will come to you."

I nodded.

After about a week and a half of constant work, the Spark chamber was finished. I felt as if a lead ball had been dropped into my stomach. I wasn't sure what to expect, honestly. What if bringing back a Spark took too much energy from me? What would happen if it failed? What if I didn't have enough power to bring one back? Questions I never bothered asking myself before I realized just how big the situation was.

"Try focusing the energy in your hands," Ratchet said. He told Cade and Daniel to stay as far away from me as possible, seeing as no one knew how it'd end up. "Don't think of the energy as anything destructive, think of it as healing." I nodded. I felt the usual feeling of the All Spark energy around my hands—Ratchet told me to keep my hands together, so I don't accidentally shoot out anything.

"OK, what now?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Think of the Autobot you want to bring back."

Nodding, I tried to tell myself I wanted Jazz. I tried thinking his name over and over again, going over a few favorable memories—anything to let myself know that I wanted him back.

When I started feeling a light burning sensation at the pit of my stomach, I tried holding back a grimace. My eyes squeezed shut when the burning sensation started becoming hotter, moving its way upward and through my arms. It felt boiling hot the moment it reached my hands and I let out a spew of curses. I heard Ratchet calling out orders and in no time at all, he was yelling at me to unleash whatever I made into the Spark chamber. Needless to say, it was a bit of a surprise—mixed with some confusion and possible disappointment—when a bright blue orb the size of a marble dropped into the chamber.

It bounced around for a moment before coming to a stop. Despite how small it was, it let out a considerably large amount of heat.

"That is supposed to be Jazz?" I exclaimed, pointing to the little blue orb.

Ratchet let out a thoughtful hum.

"That can't be him!" I cried. "It's too small. I did something wrong, I knew something like this would happen!"

"Desirée." The firmness in Ratchet's voice stopped me from further berating myself. "I think I know what this means." I blinked at him in confusion. "When Sparks are born, they're miniscule. For example, when you were impregnated with the Sparklings, they were just barely the size of a pin. This..." He pointed to the little orb. "...is the beginning stage of a healing Spark. You've kept it protected inside of you, and now that it's in the open again, it's trying to gather enough energy to reform."

I looked down at it. "I...Wow."

"I've got to ask," Cade said, walking over with Daniel in tow. "If Desirée could manage, I dunno, giving that a steady flow of energy, could it mature faster?"

"That's not a bad idea," Daniel confirmed.

"But we don't know how long that will take," Ratchet said.

"It could move things along a lot quicker," Cade said.

"I wouldn't mind looking into it." I glanced over at Ratchet. "I'd need some time to think it over, though."

Ratchet's Holoform frowned, a seriousness coming into those vivid blue eyes.

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