TIME MEASUREMENTS:
Astrosecond: .5 seconds
Nano-klik: 1 second
Klik: 1 minute
Breem: 8 minutes
Cycle: 1 hour 15minutes
Deca-cycle: 4 weeks (one month)
Mega-cycle: 96 hours (four days)
Meta-cycle: 12 months (one year)
Stellar Cycle: 6 months
Vorn: 83 years
This one is called Mutation. I wanted a fic where mutants were a thing on Earth. –shrug- So I made it. It jumps from place to place of the movie since it is a one shot rather than a full story.
(Also Sparkling got expanded in its own story titled Changes. (oops))
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Molly had hidden herself for years. She was different from everyone else, would be considered a threat. So she had made sure no one realized exactly how different she was.
It was difficult. Especially with all the quirks that came with her mutation. She was a feral mutant whose animal side manifested as a black-backed jackal. She had all the senses of her animal counterpart, she was stronger than a normal human and she had all the pack instincts that came with it. Her particular breed of jackal was a social, close knit, family oriented animal that was protective and possessive in the extreme.
At first Molly had hidden herself among the people, but it didn't end up working out. She'd been too different. She had stuck out in the crowd as just slightly off. Never in a way that had others putting the facts together, but just enough that they were uncomfortable with her. It was in the way she carried herself- all lethal predator grace, or loping strides. In the way she watched the people around her, the way she always just seemed to know when something or someone was wrong.
She'd needed somewhere else to hide herself. So Molly had chosen to join the military. She could hide her abilities well enough to pass the physicals and such without a problem. After that her reactions and instincts, her predator grace and knack for knowing would be appreciated or sought after. No one would question if she did it right.
(It was how her father had hidden his feral nature- under military discipline and war honed instinct.)
When Molly was 19 she followed in her father's footsteps and joined the army.
Molly climbed the ranks over the years, shifting from team to team as her particular skill set was needed. She never really settled with any of them though. It was a job and nothing more. Sure she liked some of the people she worked with (and loathed others) but it was just a job. None of the men or women she worked with spoke to her of pack. (And Molly looked, she always looked, because it was something she needed, something she wanted, something she craved.)
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The mission that would changer her life started out simple. She'd been sent in for her ability to track in the desert and found she enjoyed this particular squad's company- even if one of them was prone to slipping into Spanish which Molly had no idea how to speak. They were Rangers which meant they knew what they were doing, and did it right. Molly appreciated a squad that ran as well as theirs, who were able to adjust to having a new member, and- this was something she really appreciated having run into issues about it multiple times- didn't have any issues or assumptions about her simply because she was female.
William Lennox had a good team.
The (little over a) month out in the desert with the man and his team of Rangers saw her settling well amongst their members, joking with them, and enjoying their company in ways she didn't expect.
And then they flew to the base in Qatar. And everything changed.
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Molly will never forget her first encounter with a Cybertronian.
She'd been uneasy since the moment she stepped onto the tarmac of Qatar. Something had been whispering to her, nudging at her instincts, telling her to leave. Her eyes had darted around the base, her senses stretched to the maximum, her shoulders were tense, and she couldn't figure out what it was that had her on edge which had only made it worse. She could remember stopping Will's team and murmuring for them to 'be careful, something isn't right'. She could remember the nods of acknowledgement (because over the five weeks of her running around in warzones with the Rangers they had learned to respect and listen to her instincts) as they parted ways.
Later she would realize it was like when an animal could sense a very bad storm coming hours before it arrived. She'd sensed the storm without realizing it. Without having a name for what was coming.
She'd been pacing around the base when everything went to shit.
One moment it had been calm, people talking and laughing and joking as if all was normal. The next her instincts had screamed, her head whipped around and she witnessed a helicopter stand up. She'd gone still, eyes wide and fixed on the huge metal being that had once been an air vehicle. She could even remember the air in her lungs stalling.
And then it had turned, bright, bright red optics scanning the area even as it began to fire missiles and shots around it.
Molly had run.
She'd run for Will, finding his voice in the chaos and darting his way. (She wasn't sure why- she supposed it was habit form the last month of looking to him in battles and warzones as the Captain of the squad she'd been assigned.) He'd spotted her before she got to him, his arm darting out to her even as Epps ran up, and Will screamed at them all to 'Go, go, go! Move your asses!'
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Watching Epps scramble backwards, sprawled on his back at the feet of the not-helicopter that had leveled their base in less than five minutes was tense. Molly had been crouched, ready to dart out and grab the man when he had managed to get back to them breathlessly explaining that whatever the helicopter was, it had been looking at him.
And then came that tense frantic dash across the desert.
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Molly had her lips parted as she panted lightly in the heat. They had stilled on a rise, after following the pup that often showed up at the base back to his village in an attempt to get the image Epps captured back to the Pentagon, to let them know the base attack had survivors.
She tilted her head as her ears picked up something over the sounds of her team and the town around her. She turned her head, eyes widening as she shrieked "MOVE!" at the men around her, darting forward as if she could grab them and yank them out of the danger zone.
The team had responded instantly to her yell, darting forward and away from whatever she had seen that they hadn't.
Molly hadn't warned her team quickly enough to avoid casualties, however, and she snarled in anger as she watched the metal scorpion spear one of her teammates through the chest and fling his body away like trash.
She would see the thing dead for its actions, she swore to herself even as the team began to scramble away in earnest, shooting at the scorpion, but doing no damage.
Will had managed to get a phone, and she could hear him screaming about credit cards and national security. She snarled to herself at people's stupidity even as she aimed at the red lights of the metal scorpion, assuming they were the equivalent of eyes.
When she hits her mark, the beast shrieks at a decibel that brings her down to her knees with a scream, and she makes a note that even if the red lights on the face aren't eyes they're very sensitive. She doesn't think she'd managed to break the 'eye' on the bot, maybe cracked it or gave it the equivalent of a bee sting (in the eye which ouch), but she smirks anyway even in pain and hunched over herself on the ground. She can feel Fig at her side, trying to pull her up even as he yelled something at her in Spanish.
She sways in place, her sense of balance off even as she forces herself to her feet. This is no place to collapse and she would not put her team in danger by forcing them to watch after her and themselves in a battle with something they had never seen before. She watches with suppressed joy as Will throws the phone in his hands to Epps yelling "Pentagon!" He'd apparently managed to get though despite the idiot he had been talking to beforehand.
She's thrilled to hear they'll have air support shortly as Epps speaks into the phone. She repeats the mantra of 'just a few more minutes' to herself as they fight the metal beast.
When the aircrafts shoot the scorpion Molly grins. It takes her a moment longer than usual- her ears are still ringing from earlier- to notice the sounds of thrashing. Despite the lag in her hearing she still knows before the dust and sand clears that the scorpion was hit but not down and screams at Epps to tell the aircrafts to shoot again.
He obeys the moment he sees the tail of the beast thrashing over the sand cloud, and the next round of shots to land on the robot cause it to retreat.
Molly is kind of pissed she didn't get to shoot at the other eye as she stares at the piece of tail the beast left behind.
She's glad to be climbing into a helicopter that didn't stand up to get out of there though. They made it.
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Molly takes one look at the pups that had been dragged along into the mess and wants to snarl. They're pups. They're not meant to be in the middle of war by circumstance. That the boy seems to know more than the secret organization that had spent so many years studying 'Megatron' and the 'Allspark' makes her frown.
They're involved. That much she can see- and it isn't going to change. Once the oddness of the world touches a person it never seems to leave, always finding them again and again no matter their choices. The pups-Sam and Mikaela-don't know it yet, but their entire lives will be overturned and shaken up. No matter what happens to them after this moment- they will never see the world the same way again.
Molly takes in the knowledge presented to her and frowns.
The source of these Cybertronians' life is in the room next to their doom-bringer. The very key to this Megatron's plots and plans. The genius minds of Sector Seven have taken a member of the opposing faction to Megatron hostage and from what she could see of their reaction to Megatron they were very likely hurting him. She could smell the boy believed entirely that he needed his 'car' to be brought back to his side. She could smell his worry for the bot-Bumblebee if she was hearing correctly- and it was making her fidget.
Her instincts were screaming.
So of course the power was shut down, as well as the backup power and of course Megatron began to melt.
Of course.
She turned to Lennox. "I fucking told you we shouldn't get up this morning." (Well it was really the morning of the Base attack, but since they hadn't slept since then it would be 'this morning' until Molly crashed and woke up again.)
The man snorted even as they ran for the arms room. "Oh shut up." He smirked at her and she rolled her eyes even as she smirked back.
If she was going to die today, she was going to die taking these bastards with her.
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Simmons, Molly decided, needed to be put in his place. He wanted to be an Alpha when he was more of a third in command or scout. He was not settled in his pack and it was showing in his reactions to Will- an Alpha- and Will's team. He was lashing out at them and Sam's demands to get to his car.
Considering what they had seen, what they had witnessed the scorpion-bot to be capable of, and what Sam had insisted about Bumblebee Molly wasn't surprised when Will got into Simmons' face.
She did have to laugh softly as Simmons tried to command "I'm going to count to five…" and Will responded sharp and strong
"Well I'm going to count to three."
The team had instantly shifted to take out all the Sector agents in the room when their Captain reacted, and was now at a standoff as she and the team stood between the Sector agents left standing and William as he pressed a gun into Simmons' heart.
The tension was broken as the Secretary of Defense gave his opinion and they began to run for the pup's car.
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The yellow and black bot with no voice- Molly now understood 'Bumblebee' being his name- was antsy of the agents around him when Sam came for him, but he didn't set off her instincts. She was still tense from what was coming, but this Cybertronian didn't cause her instincts to scream 'run' or 'kill with extreme prejudice.' So she was not against climbing into an army vehicle with Will to provide an escort to the Camaro as they all fled the dam with the Allspark towards Mission City.
She whistled, a low impressed sound, as she watched who she assumed to be the other Autobots preform one of the most well executed synchronized U-turns she had ever seen. "Damn" she murmured it next to Will and he made an agreeing sound as he tracked the other bots with his eyes for a moment. "Wish we had a partner like that on a few of our missions."
Will snorted "Adrenaline Junkie."
"Guilty." She agreed without a pause as she stared. "But remember that time we were behind enemy lines and I had to hotwire that piece of crap car so we could make the checkpoint for extraction, and we were both sure we weren't gonna make it back?"
Will paused as the memories jumped to the forefront "You're a crazy ass driver…but yeah- I could see why you'd be wishing for a partner like that to get out."
"Hey!" she quipped back even as Optimus dropped back to deal with one of the Decepticons "my crazy ass driving is the only reason we made it to the extraction point."
"True."
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All joking faded as they entered the City and the real battle started with the not-a-jet known as Starscream shooting at them.
Molly snarled in a distinctly not human way as she twists her way through wreckage, shooting at the not-helicopter- she thought the name was Blackout or something similar.
The battle was crazy and all of Molly's senses were stretched to their limits as she struggled to keep track of her team in the chaos at the same time she tries to keep herself alive in the chaos. She knows she's being pushed further and further from her team as the battle continues and it pisses her off.
Unfortunately she can't do anything about it except survive whatever she runs into and try to circle back. It's…not going well.
And then a large metal hand is closing over her body and lifting her up "Whoa lil' lady! Watch yerself!"
The only thing that stops the instinctive urge to lash out is the fact she recognizes the silver bot to be the bipedal form of the silver Pontiac that had followed Optimus- meaning friendly-and the fact that the flying leap he had taken to snag her off the ground where he rolled to his pedes had saved her life.
"Thanks." She told him scrambling up his arm with all the predator grace she had always carried and coming to rest on his shoulder where the neck met it. (She wasn't sure how she knew the mech was looking at her through the visor as she settled, she just knew he was.) "You need your hands." She shrugged at his silent question "Now go! I'm not gonna fall."
Molly found she quite liked working from Jazz's shoulder as they darted through the fight. It was much easier to make her shots count when she was so close to the eyes and face, when she could see the vulnerable cables between armor plating that a cybertronian weapon couldn't hit, but her tiny-by-comparison organic weapon was just the right size for.
Watching Jazz have the mech equivalent of a heart attack (she would learn it was called a 'spark attack' in the resulting lecture he gave her even as he darted through the battle) when she darted from her place on his shoulder, to the hand (servo was covered in the resulting lecture as well) of the Decepticon and up that mechs arm to his shoulder where she proceeded to pull out her knife out to cut at important looking cables in the neck her tiny hands and weapon had no problems reaching would amuse her later after the battle.
She had panicked a little when she noticed the mech she was sawing on reach up to rip her from her place, but Jazz was covering for her even as surprised as he was, and the reaching servos never managed to get ahold of her as she darted around, her unnatural balance, instincts and senses keeping her on her feet as she darted back for Jazz.
He pulled her away from the mech in question easily and took the bot down even as he yelled "Wha' in th' Pit was tha'?! Tha' was th' craziest stunt Ah have ev'r seen! Ya nearly gave meh a spark attack jumpin' onta a Decepticon's servos like tha'!"
"It worked didn't it?" she hollered back gripping the armor beside her to help keep her balance on Jazz's shoulder as the mech dipped, dodged and ducked around the battle without pause.
It would have continued like that the whole battle, Molly was sure. She was sure they two of them would have continued sniping at each other half serious and half joking as they darted through the battle. (There was even a moment where Jazz had transformed down into the Pontiac around her so she ended up in the driver's seat (she shot out the rolled down window for the few minutes she was there) before he transformed back so she was on his shoulder again where they proceeded to take out a tank- or rather Jazz took out the tank while Molly was along for the ride of acrobatics.)
Over the battle she learned to shift and react with the bot, thanking every god she could think of for the large boost her mutation gave her in regards to her senses, balance, reaction time and instincts. She found she was laughing, adrenaline pumping through her veins and upping the strength of her abilities in response.
So she was sure it would have continued- except Megatron swooped down from above and snagged Jazz. She snarled instinctively, shoving her weapon (she had three shots left) back into its holster as she clung to Jazz's shoulder in an attempt to not fall off even as Jazz snapped "Ya wanna piece of meh?! Ya wanna piece?!"
She knew what was going to happen before Megatron acted. Her instinct screamed that she had to stop him and she was moving even before she truly thought about it. Megatron had lifted Jazz above his head like some sort of sacrifice, as he gipped him by the neck and feet in preparation to rip, so it was simple to release her death grip on Jazz's armor and let herself fall straight onto the mech's upturned face-plates.
Knife first.
She aimed for the mech's optics. She wasn't sure what had possessed her to make the crazy gamble. All she had thought about was 'Megatron is gonna rip him in half' and that she was not allowing it to happen. So she moved.
And it worked.
Megatron let go of Jazz's feet in an attempt to reach her as she twisted the knife she had in his optic, tearing and twisting the finicky gears and lines that formed the 'eye'. He screeched with enraged pain and Molly screamed with him, her ears pained at the decibel and pitch she had subjected them too. His servos never made it to her though. The moment Jazz's feet were free he lashed out, pulling his body into a sort of 'chin-up' before he kicked out at Megatron's arm hard enough he was dropped as Megatron wobbled on his pedes thanks to his precarious position on top of a sky scraper.
Molly reacted instantly the moment Jazz was free.
She ripped her knife out of Megatron's optic (ignoring another enraged scream from Megatron at the action) ran and leapt from her place after Jazz without pause, using ever bit of her mutation's strength to get as much distance as she could.
She felt the mech's dagger-like fingers brush over her back in a near miss, ripping her clothes and managing to land three deep scratches from her right hip to her left shoulder. She slammed into Jazz's chest, his servo instinctively rising to cradle and shelter her body as he twisted to land on the ground properly. The landing was rough, both of them crying out in pain, but keeping their eyes on Megatron above them.
The only thing that stopped Megatron from storming after them was the Allspark drawling his attention away. He left them on the ground choosing instead to go after Sam and the Allspark. Molly snarled from her place cradled against Jazz's chest, ignoring the warm blood soaking her back as she tracked the mech flying after Sam.
After a moment she turned her eyes to Jazz "Next time you decide to take on your race's Doombringer by yourself…please don't."
The mech turned his visor down to her staring hard before his lips pulled up into a smirk "Lil Lady….yer th' craziest femme Ah have ev'r seen. Wha' were ya thinkin' runnin' righ' at Megatron's face-plate with a pointy stick?"
Molly snorted on a laugh "It's a knife Jazz. And I was thinking I didn't want him to rip you in half. I needed to stop him and his face was right there so I...uh…I jumped." She shrugged and then winced hard, as she pulled at the wounds on her back hissing between her teeth.
Jazz jolted like she had shocked him hissing himself "Aww Frag. Ah'm sorry Molly. Fragging…" he whipped around and started running even as he spoke "Thank ya fer saving meh even if tha' was one of th' craziest things Ah have ever seen."
Molly couldn't help the laugh that escaped despite the mess they found themselves in and the pain it caused her. "I've always been an adrenaline junkie."
"Ratchet!" Jazz hollered as he approached the mech and the medic whipped around to see why Jazz was calling him.
"Jazz you half-clocked fragger! What were you thinking taking on Megatron by yourself?!"
"Sorry Ratch, Ah learned tha' lesson well but could ya take a look at Molly fer meh? Megatron got 'er in th' back." he held her out and she was gently passed to the medic before Jazz then took over watching their backs.
Ratchet was gentle as he could be as he scanned her and did what he could to bind the wound on the field. "I'll want to see you after all this to take care of that properly" he warned her "so don't run from me."
"I won't. If I pass out though…don't put me in the hospital. No matter what anyone says, or who asks for me, no matter what happens don't put me there. Alright?"
Ratchet stared at her hard for a second before he nodded once "I will look after you myself. I give you my word."
"Thank you."
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Molly breathed a sigh of relief when it was all over. She was glad to see everyone that started this mad dash through Mission City was alive even if they were all injured one way or another. (Ratchet was already stalking through the ranks running scans and screaming threats and orders in equal measure. Molly decided she like him.)
She leaned back into the servo holding her and took a deep breath. She was so tired.
"Molly!" her eyes darted down at the sound of her Captain's voice.
"Will?"
"Are you alright? I saw you fall off Jazz when Megatron picked him up…"
She stilled "Uh—"
"Oh. She didn't fall." Jazz spoke and all eyes and optics turned his way. Molly's eyes widened and she shook her head frantically at him when she realized what the bot was doing. Will was intensely protective of 'his' squad and for now she was one of his. He would be so pissed if he found out what she did. Jazz didn't listen. He didn't even actually tell anyone what she did. He did something worse.
He reached up to his visor, pressed something (she would later find out from Sam that Optimus had done the same thing Jazz was about to do so he could tell them the story of Cybertron) and she was suddenly watching the scene play out in front of herself.
To the humans on the ground it appeared that they were suddenly standing in the sky at the height of the sky scraper Jazz had been grabbed and flown up to. Some jumped, one or two cursed, but all eyes were drawn to the side where Jazz was being held in Megatron's servos, Molly clinging to Jazz's shoulder when the projection began to play.
They watched as Jazz screamed in Megatron's face, watched as the mech lifted Jazz above himself, his servos holding Jazz's pedes and neck, the servo gripping Jazz's neck right beside Molly. They watched as Megatron snapped in response to Jazz's taunts and potshots "No! I want tw—" only to be cut off.
More than one face twisted with shock as they watched Molly's face twist with anger, heard the inhuman snarl she didn't remember releasing, and saw that she willingly let go of Jazz.
There were exclamations as she pulled her knife free and dropped straight down onto Megatron's face, her knife digging sharply into Megatron's optic without hesitation. She heard someone tell Jazz to slow the projection down as the quick chain reaction caused by her insane gamble played out. She ever heard another soldier ask Jazz to replay it and another ask for a slow motion capture of the scene.
Once Jazz had done as he had been asked, the recording continued. More than one person yelled when she ripped the knife out of Megatron's optic and lunged off the bot's face-plates after a falling Jazz without pause. She heard more yells as they witnessed Megatron's claws dig into her back as she lunged and there were multiple sighs of relief when Jazz caught her from the air and pulled her to his chest.
As the projection stopped Jazz finished his earlier sentence "She didn't fall. Th' crazy femme jumped."
"Frag femme!" Ironhide's voice was the first to break the shocked silence "I think I like you! You're my kind of crazy!" he threw his head back and laughed.
Molly buried her head into her hands. "Thanks Jazz."
The mech holding her in his servo snorted "Ya saved mah life Molly. Ah'm thankful. Very thankful. But ya do deserved ta get yelled at fer that crazy stunt. Even ya gotta admit tha'."
He wasn't wrong- Molly knew he wasn't. But as William, Ratchet and the rest of her squad started yelling at her for crazy stunts, stupidity, and not thinking she sort of wanted to hit the mech for causing it. She sort of wanted to hit him again when Ratchet pulled a mother-hen and reran all of his scans on her and spent the entire time she was being properly treated for the wound on her back lecturing her about 'slag-brained stunts' and stupidity.
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It was after Ratchet treated her wounds and she was well on her way to healing that he called her into his med bay.
She took one look at him and knew he had figured it out.
He lifted her up to optic level and stared at her. She fidgeted as she met his stare head on.
"You are different than the other humans." Ratchet's voice was steady and nothing gave his emotions away. Molly fidgeted some more.
"I am." She agreed after a moment.
"Why?"
Molly frowned before she sat in the servo holding her "It's…a mutation. I'm human…but I have something extra…"
She proceeded to explain mutations to the fascinated medic, then explained that 'Mutants' were a minority and suppressed, how they were considered 'freaks' and mistakes. Threats. She talked of the stigma most Mutants suffered when they were discovered, of how they went out of their way to hide. She explained her choice to join the military had been to protect herself, to help her hide her mutation from the populace. She then told him why she had told him not to let her get put into a hospital if she passed out back in Mission City.
If a mutant was discovered at any point they were 'registered'. Publically. Allowing anyone who would wish to hurt them for being different to find them. She explained the multiple accounts of that very thing happening, how sometimes the Mutant was killed simply because of what they were.
She told him that if he had placed her in a hospital they would have figured out what she was while working on her, had her registered and removed from the military no matter her service record.
The moment he found out that there had even been a few cases of Mutants in hospitals 'mysteriously' dying, (Ratchet had asked and Molly had answered) he forbid her from going to a hospital and demanded she come to him for any and all heath related reasons. Molly had no problems promising to obey that command.
She was even happy to sit through the various tests Ratchet came up with to test her senses, reaction time, and whatever else he could think of when she got around to explaining her own mutation and the instincts that came with it.
She had to give it to the medic- he was thorough. It helped that he was answering things Molly had often wondered about herself but had no way to properly test and that she trusted him not to go overboard or share his findings.
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When the time comes, Molly is one of the first to sign up for NEST alongside Will and his team.
She was relieved to find out that Will would remain her commanding officer while she was stationed there and that the team she would most often be working with would be the team she faced Mission City with. There would be exceptions and times she was called out for another mission entirely, but most often she would be working with those she had already began building bonds with and Molly was glad.
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It's the third time Molly goes out with Will and the Autobots to take care of Decepticons- and a few months since the forming of Nest- that it hits Molly what has happened.
She stills in the hanger where the team had been chatting together after the fight, and stares around her. Her eyes are wide and she can't believe it has taken this long for her to realize what had happened.
She had known she felt settled in a way she never had before, had noticed that she was happier than any other time in the Military. She had known these things, but Molly hadn't put two and two together to get four.
She had found pack.
Over the course of fighting Decepticons together, taking care of each other, tending wounds on the battlefield and trusting each other's lives with the others Molly had found her place. She'd found the pack she had spent so long searching for.
"Molly?" Jazz's voice pulled her eyes up to look at the mech as he continued "Ya alrigh'?" When she didn't respond, staring at the mech who had chosen to become her Guardian in silence Jazz picked her up and brought her to his visor-level. "Molly?"
She blinked a few times before a wide smile took over her face. The noise she made wasn't very human, but it was a noise she made out of happiness. Jazz 'blinked' his visor at her, recognizing the sound from how long he had spent with her as well as her smile. "What's got ya so happy Molly?"
She darted up his arm and to his shoulder easily, having done the same thing hundreds of times since the battle of Mission City. She got to his shoulder and Jazz turned his head a bit so his face plates were within her reach.
Molly leaned forward and nuzzled his cheek plates happily, a low croon escaping her throat before she answered "I have just realized I have pack Jazz. Many of those here are part of my pack, but I did not realize until just now that it had happened."
Jazz stilled for a moment as he remembered the late night talks he had with Molly about her mutation once he learned of it. He knew how important pack was to her, what it would mean for her to have one. "Tha's great!" he told her honestly as he reached up and took her back into his servo so he could bring her back to his optic (visor) level.
Molly grinned brightly at him before allowing her eyes to dart over the group of people in the hanger with them. "Of course I think I am the only feral to have a pack with aliens." She laughed at the thought. She felt Jazz still beneath her and turned her eyes back to him. "Jazz?"
"Ya consider us ta be part of yer pack? Yer family?" his voice was soft- soft enough none of the humans in the hanger would hear him though all Cybertronians did.
Molly grinned wide and happy at him- not noticing at first that every Cybertronian in the hanger was staring at her back and listening to her answer- easily answering him "Yes. You are all mine now, just as I am yours. You've earned your place in my pack and I will watch over you as you watch over me."
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Not sure what happened here. This is longer then I thought it'd be. XDD It ran away with me.