New chapter, warning: it gets kind of sad, the flashback is a real life experience down to the last word.

The first thing Ashley realised was that she had a massive headache. And she didn't mean the little type of headaches; no it was the type that felt like someone was hammering your head with an iron.

She groaned, rubbing a sore spot under her hair and blinking her eyes. She sat up suddenly, alarmed.

She was inside a car, a silver car, and no one was near, the lock was closed and something in her gut told her it wouldn't open no matter how much she pulled it up.

"Glad ya finally woke up girl!" she jumped in her seat hitting her head on the roof in the process. Both the girl and the car winced at the impact and she realised she was inside a transformer, the memories started reaching back and her eyes widened, she ogled at the dash and poked it lightly, receiving amused giggles.

"That tickles girl! Quit it!" he had a nice accent and a soft voice it made her comfortable.

"Are you Jazz?" she asked although she knew the answer.

"Seems like ya know me, but I'm afraid ah don't know ya" she had the impression that if he were human he would have just winked at her.

"Ah…that's because your….well…you were dead."

"Say again?" he asked bewildered while the young human looked out his windows, trying to identify where they were, it seemed like a park in a small town, it was night time and no one was around.

"Yeah, you sort of got yourself killed in battle remember? Anyway apparently you were in the memorial chamber for two years and-" she cut herself off. "Wait…shouldn't we be at base?"

"Ah… ya say we were at the autobot base…?" he asked sounding a bit fearful. She raised an eyebrow suspiciously looking back at the dash.

"Yeahhhh…" she glanced back at the exterior "tell me you didn't run away…." There was no answer and she hissed leaning back in her seat and covering her face with her hands. " Shit, I can't believe this! Where the hell are we?!"

"Ah actually have no idea…." He admitted.

"Don't you have like a super advanced GPS or something? Comm. link? ANYTHING?!"

"Well…Ah do…but its completely busted, and I ran away from there and didn't really pay attention where we were headed so…"

"You have no idea where we are…" she finished for him, her headache feeling worse. "Ratchet is going to kill me…" she could already picture it… it had been her intention to fix jazz, leave the allspark fragment and get the hell out of there without anyone noticing, she wasn't expecting him to freak out like he did and take her with him.

"You and me both girl" he shifted his sensors back to the street, going back into a vigilant state.

"How long were you running away?" the young human asked searching for any street sign that might lead her to know where they were, however geography was never her forte.

"Until just a few minutes ago… must have put quite the distance."

"Wait… weren't you bonded to Prowl?" she felt the whole car actually stiffen for a second.

"How'd'ya know tha'?"

"He was at the base, bonded couples can contact each other can't they?" he got the catch and went straight to reach out to Prowl, only he didn't feel anything. He let out a deep sigh.

"He mus'be too far away, I can't reach him." She groaned.

"Great…."

"Chill girl, all ya gotta do is ask someone for directions right?" the locks chose that moment to unlock and the door swung open to let her out.

"Sure… I hope…" she said getting out, there was a small police post at the end of the street, and she could try and talk to them. "I'll be right back" she warned, running off.

He waited, watching the young human converse with the elders at some sort of security facility up ahead. While he was alone he tried again to reach Prowl but felt nothing, still, knowing he had managed to land on earth meant a lot to him.

After a few minutes the young girl came back, he took his time to study her, she seemed like the not so stylish type of human, messy hair and wearing male clothing by the looks of it.

"I think I know where we are." She said glancing back at the police post wearily. "We're in a city called Bellingham, according to the cops its not too far from Vancouver. We travelled quite a lot…."

"Ah got no access to your satellites or your world wide web, how are we gonna get there?" the girl sighed, figuring her luck would present to her this situation.

"Guess we're going to go the old fashion way." She went of his passenger seat entering with trust.

"which is…?"

"Read map at a town kiosk every time you can and head back on a wild guess you get from those maps."

"That ain't promising…."

"You have a better idea?" she retorted as he turned on his engine and headlights.

"No…" he admitted.

"Good, then we're agreed, now you need to head south according to what they told me, and its that way " she said pointing to the indicated direction.

Jazz took the advice entering the highway again, the human inside him didn't say anything and kept eyeing the road carefully.

"So uh…" he tried to chat along, he wasn't one for uncomfortable silences. " What were ya doin' in mah alt form girl? Considerin' I was dead and all"

"Oh…I wasn't" she said with a deep scowl and smacking her hand on his dash, making him wince. "you sir, freaked out and transformed while I was clinging to you trying to fix you and bring you back, before I could jump off something hit me and I got knocked out, next thing I know I'm here!" she waved her arms to the side in an expressive motion.

"Ah… I didn't notice that…" she snorted.

"Figures…anyway at least I managed to bring you back that's all that really matters."

"Ah geez, thanks girl."

"Your welcome." She said eyeing his radio since he was shifting between channels trying to pick up any frequency, finally he gave up on contact and settled for a regular radio station that was playing Avril Lavigne.

"So, how'dya bring me back? Some weird culture you humans have?" she laughed, sourly remembering how sceptic the bots had been about her ability to decode.

"No…actually I used the allspark fragment to get you back."

"Fragment? What the pit happened to the allspark?"

"Oh right, you died before it happened, apparently it got destroyed, only a tiny shard remains, which reminds me…whatever happened to it?" she wondered.

Optimus leaned down to the ground and picked up the small object that had once been sacred to his race, he turned back to the CMO who had the guiltiest look so far.

"I'm sorry Optimus, I shouldn't have left her alone."

"No, this might actually have been for the better…"

"The girl was starting to react strangely ever since we began to talk about taking her back, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe said she acted almost void when they coaxed her to the first meeting. They think she didn't want to leave. However this involves jazz though I have no idea…I can't even imagine how-"

Optimus showed him the shard, ceasing his rambling.

"Primus…" he muttered "She figured it out."

"You know something about this?" his leader asked. The medic nodded rubbing his forehead platting in shame.

"We had just discussed it before I left her, apparently she knows how to work with it till some extent, she must have found out the order for it to fix Jazz…"

"That is possible?"

"Theoretically..." he said looking uncertain.

"Then it must have worked. That still doesn't explain why Jazz ran out from here so aggressively."

"That might be because of how he died, he was fighting megatron, and waking up in here doesn't exactly set your mind at ease." The medic explained.

"How's Prowl?" Optimus asked, wanting to get on with the situation, pondering wouldn't get them very far.

"Resting, he took quite the shock when he felt Jazz re-emerge as he put it. You still haven't had any luck locating him?" the great leader shook his head sadly, he had put the twins following him but apparently the Pontiac was faster than them and eventually lost them.

"I can't help but wonder what was on Ashley's mind to make her to break her promise to me" Optimus said, placing the shard back in its containment. Ratchet shrugged, his shoulders sagging a bit afterwards.

"Desperation if you ask me, she was crazy enough not to tell me when she was poisoned just so she could spare us, who knows what she did to the allspark, for all we know she could have set it to stay useless so it can never be used for harm again." Optimus pondered on that for a second. His processor ran over the implications of such a decision, on the good side, it would end the senseless struggle for its possession and abuse; on the bad side it was just as good as gone.

"Desperation…" he repeated to himself as the medic left him alone. The single shard in his fingers stayed inactive in mock innocence.

"So let me get this straigh'" Jazz asked as the girl finished her story " you were going to fix me, leave the allspark with a permanent code for fixing only and then you were going to run away?"

"Well…yeah" Ashley agreed picking at the bandages in her arm, it was slightly numb, but it didn't hurt.

"Why would ya run away if ya were already headin' home?"

"Because I don't want to go home" she replied sourly. "I'm not even sure I can call it that."

"It can't be all tha' bad…" he argued calmly, setting his sights on the dark road.

"What would you know about it?"

"Well for one I do come from a millennia old war, you see everything in that space of time." He got no answer " I bet your parents are freakin' over where ya are righ' now"

She snorted. "fat chance…"

"Well what about your friends? Surely they noticed you've been gone right?"

"What friends?" it wasn't really a question, it was just an irony. Jazz was starting to feel the girl was hopeless.

"Don't tell me ya ain't got friends, everybody has friends!"

"Maybe in your species Jazz, not on mine."

"There has to be someone!" he insisted, changing the depressing tune they were listening to a more soothing one.

"There was one person…" she admitted.

"Ah knew it!"

"Emphasis on the was." She said with a voice as hard as stone. "She left me. Wanted to be with the big guys like everyone else. So she switched friends. In the end I guess it wasn't honest friendship".

"When did that happen?" Humans could be fascinating sometimes, but in these cases, they sounded a lot like cybertronians.

"Around four years ago I think… we only hung out for four years before that, and before that she hated me, I actually have no idea what made her want to be my friend at that time, guess being a kid makes things easier." They fell into silence for a while until Jazz got the guts to ask more.

"So…what happened afterwards?"

"Well…" she hesitated for a bit, but what did she have to loose? She was alone with this robot until they got back to base. "We had to move to another school, because the one we were at didn't provide further education, and we got to separate classes, I knew no one, well except for one girl."

"Oh? Then why didn't you approach with her? I bet she was as uncomfortable as you were"

"Not a chance, she hated me since day one. And she already knew our new classmates." She gave it a little pause, her mind going back to memories. "Her name was Martha, and she hated me with a passion, I never fully understood a good rational reason because she usually gave me lame ones. Like the names and table positions."

"What about them?"

"We share the same name, so we were always forced to sit together."

"But I thought you said your name waz ash-"

"It isn't, that's a nickname, I got it for myself so people, especially her would stop bothering me. Didn't work that much, I soon got myself a new nickname there."

Jazz didn't interrupt, he really had nothing else to do but to drive the empty road and he might as well get to know the human who brought him back while he could.

"I'll start with the first day I guess…"

FLASHBACK Ashley's POV

It was my first day, I never knew what to expect, I was young and naive, I had never changed class before, much less school, I must admit I was a bit scared and nervous at first, but I, as my innocent and kind hearted old self kept an optimistic thought in my head.

They can't be that bad, maybe this class will be even better than the last one…

We didn't exactly get along there…

My mother accompanied me up the school steps and then parted ways, I watched her leave through the teacher's hall to the arts lab and once she disappeared from my view I turned back to the school hall, already knowing which room I had to look for.
I don't quite remember how I got there, most of my memory is already gone, which probably means I spent a bad time during then.
But what I do remember is sitting in my desk, staring down at my fingers while our professor gave us the welcome speech, and then it started.
I wasn't the only one in that class from my old school, a previous classmate of mine, one by the same name as I was here, and in that moment I remember hearing her gossiping with her brand new friends.
Me and Marta, although we shared the same name, and many times the same desk, we never really got along, but we were very alike in some ways I guess. Both of us weren't very well accepted by this new class, Marta had known them before I did so she got herself prepared, that was the reason for the gossiping…
"Yeah, her parents work here, but she's terrible in everything! She didn't even inherit her mother's talent to draw! Her mother is a painter by the way."

"Seriously? What a waste, and look at that hair! What is wrong with that thing?"

I have no idea, it used to be neat and straight, wonder what made it look like a rat's nest? Anyway there's nothing to worry about her though, she's terrible at everything, she has no talent, and she cries even if you crush a bug in front of her."

"Come on, you have to be exaggerating!"

"No, no! I'm not! That actually did happen in class a few years ago, she'd cry for every reason. And I think she's not taking it very well that her best friend just turned her back on her…"

I didn't hear any more from there, the subject had already gotten too much to me, and I was already feeling my heart ache and my eyes sting. I tried my best to contain myself but it would seem some people in my class had noticed my actions, though everyone kept quiet about it.

Again I can't tell what happened between this space of time, but I know things had already gotten bad, the boys from my class had been acting suspiciously towards me, hostile glares all the time, and my memory re-starts to our first sports class, in the girl's changing room on our first day.
Every girl was chatting excitedly and sharing comments or asking for some equipment that she forgot at home, I sat quietly in the far corner of the bench near to the door. Why was I here?
For one, I hadn't been that oblivious not to notice the girl's hostility as well as the boy's for the first week, and second, since this bench had a direct view from the door to the outside, no girl would stay in it in fear of being peeked at.
And since none of them wanted to get friendly involved with me they wouldn't let me sit at any of the other benches. Not that I was minding that much, by now I learned that staying away from these people was my best option.
Unfortunately that day wasn't meant to stay like that, as I finished dressing into my equipment, never missing one glare or another of criticism at what I was wearing, one of the girls approached me attempting to put on a serious face, and failing miserably.

"Hey Marta, mind if we talk in privet for a little while?"

I noticed the girl's intentions weren't the best, but I was young, and at that moment, very lonely, I had been glared at and left alone for a whole week by my new classroom and decided to give this girl a chance. I nodded and followed her out of the dressing room and into the old toilet room where she turned on back to face me quickly trying to hide a small quiver of a smile.

"I've been meaning to share this with someone but everyone else seems too stupid to realise it, but doesn't Mafalda sound like a real bitch to you? I mean look at her! Everyone is always boasting and drooling all over her, she thinks she is the best."

While she spoke, it was perfectly clear that she didn't mean what she was saying, for although her mouth moved, her eyes showed no emotion related to what she was saying.
Feeling like I was being set onto a trap but still being that innocent person I was, I kept trying to give this girl a chance, I nodded and saw the girl's smirk reappear clear and thrown straight at my face, I realised here that it was no use, this girl had absolutely no intention in helping me out, all she wanted was to screw around with me. And the sudden silence outside from the toilet room was incredibly noticeable.

"You have to keep it a secret that I told you this okay? No one must find out! I'm counting on you!"

Again I nodded, but this time knowing very well what was happening, it was already clear what would happen once we stepped back into the dressing room.
Mafalda came over to me as soon as I passed through the door, the other girls all around her, the one that spoke to me getting behind her.
I was already hearing her question even before she pronounced it, her eyes, all of their eyes were telling me.

"What did Rita tell you? It was about me wasn't it?"

Upon the aggressive tone, and that multitude of people suddenly in front of me, I felt my body tremble slightly, it wasn't exactly fear, yes I had it too, but it was probably more anger than fear, I felt betrayed, I felt left out, and most of all, alone.
My voice shook, none the less, I felt my grip tighten, looked up from the ground with shaky eyes, but none the less, made that difference between me and my past classmate, I stood for myself.
I told them exactly what the other girl had said, I told it word by word never wanting to go back on what I said.
Even before I finished speaking the girls were smiling triumphantly, they had managed what they wanted.

"I knew it! You can't be counted on! You can't defend your own friends from something bad they did!"

Maybe my actions were indeed lacking loyalty, but not to a friend, never before had that girl even spoken to me before this day, so there was a very little chance that I actually considered this person my friend. This was a person, who in my point of view, clearly wanted me harm, and all the others represented the same so far.
So I told them the only thing I could actually think of and say for sure.

"To a person who showed me no friendship, and who shows no friendship for the ones she pretends she is a friend, I owe no loyalty."

I remember that with that I closed my bag, and left for the field. It was our first sports class however so we didn't exactly practice that day. Once our presentations were over, we were dismissed, I changed quickly without any interruptions from others and left, I had two hours to fill in alone in the school fields, so I found myself heading for an area with more trees where it looked calmer than the soccer field.
I must have been there about half an hour just staring into space, admiring the nature I so enjoyed since the day I was born.
I was awoken from my thoughts by a boy's shout, I turned slowly to see it was one of my own classmates, heading over with a group of other boys, all with smirks in their faces, probably thinking of themselves already too highly for ten year olds.

I can't really tell what was said during our little first chat, but I remember it was about the "discussion" in the girl's dressing room.
That was the first time I had gotten a beating for real, I received so many hits I barely felt my own body when I hit the ground, it was not an overly abusive beating, none the less it had indeed been a beating, my body wasn't as hurt as my soul was, and I barely had any pride at that age, but I did manage to give him my final glare just before he knocked me out with a kick to my face.
I believe I had never even glared at anyone before except for a certain cousin of mine, but nothing ever compared to this situation, I had never really felt anger and hatred until then.
By the time I had gotten back to my senses I had little time left from my break and ran off to a girl's bathroom where I tried to wash off the dried blood that had slipped from my nose, my whole body hurt, and many bruises were certainly going to appear, but I already knew reality, I had to go back to those people, I had to endure at least this whole year studying in the same room, sharing the same school breaks.
I tried the best I could to wash off the tears I had shed in that bathroom, to hide the fragile spots where I had been hit, fortunately the only hit to the face had been that final kick, so it probably wouldn't show much.
I hurried across the corridors and hid next to the door of our next class, that was probably the safest place, since students weren't allowed in the halls, but the hall monitor in charge didn't mind me staying there as long as I didn't make a mess nor much noise.

END OF FLASSHBACK normal POV

" And from then on it kept going like that, up until I met Sunstreaker, Sideswipe and Blurr. I kind of got the nickname of a monster or abomination, a freak if you will, because of the excuses people would use to beat me, my smile, my hair, my solitude. Everything was an excuse." Jazz was mulling over the information, feeling like he would want nothing more than to give a piece of his mind on those younglings but of course he knew he couldn't. Primus the girl hadn't given any signs of crying during the whole time, it was just as if she was indifferent to the whole thing.

In all honesty he could perfectly understand their reasons, they were like the decepticons, craving for power, the strongest survived. Ashley, who wasn't strong still defended the ones weaker than her, and defied even the ones who could easily make her life what it probably was now.

"You don't sound much like the girl from the story now though" he admitted, and to his surprise she let out a chuckle and pat his dash, her eyes were expressing a kind of recognition.

"I think you can figure out why…"

"You toughened up" he concluded, certain about his theory " It was either that or you'd be gone by now."

"Right'o…" she leaned back in his seat, relaxing a bit. It had actually felt good to talk about the matter. "That's why I was going to run away, I can't…." she didn't finish, she couldn't find the right words.

"I feel ya lil' lady, it might not be much but I've known mechs and femmes go through the same thing, I know what ya goin' through. And rest assured, I'll talk to the boss bot and see if we can arrange somethin' in your favour"

"Y-you…!" she stuttered, eyes wide, staring at the radio which was changing to a more cheerfull tune. "are you serious?!"

A kind chuckle was her answer.

"As serious as I'm gonna get lil' lady. Now sit tight because we have a home to head to!"

"God…if I could I'd hug you right now…I love you!Your the best!" she exclaimed, rivers running down her cheeks.

"Oh now yer leekin'! Those better be tears of joy."

She sniffled, trying to wipe them away, smilling until she noticed how bright it was getting. At the distance they could see a truck heading the other way. Its lights were overly strong.

"Man I'm such a wuss…crying like this…"

"Ah don't worry, ah won't tell a soul" just then he noticed something was a bit odd with the truck, he was getting a little out of the road. Swerving ever so slightly from side to side. He tried to get a scan on the human inside and it seemed he was a bit infatuated with some odd substance that made him unbalanced. Suffice to say he couldn't even grip the steering wheel right. Just when he finished his scan the truck gave a violent jerk, turning sideways and falling. Whatever was inside its container made a noise of protest and smelled like the pit. Jazz tried to turn around spinning on his tires so as not to hit it, but they were too close and the impact threw him off rode. The girl inside screamed along with his aching body as they rolled down into the fields. When he finally came to a stop, he realised she wasn't screaming anymore.

"Owww…you humans should stop driving…there aught to be a law against it. You all right lil' lady?" he got no answer. He felt her still inside but she wasn't moving. Quickly directing his scanners inside he saw that she was thankfully alive, but knocked out, her head had a second large bump and he just knew that to get those twice a day couldn't be good for the human's health.

"Yo! Wake up!" still no reply. "rise and shine lil lady! I need ya to answer me!" seeing the human didn't even move he tried to turn on his hologram, thankfully it wasn't busted. A dark skinned man with dark blue sun glasses appeared on her side and untied the seatbelt, checking for any possible and more serious injuries. Her wounded arm had apparently reopened some cut for it had bled through the bandages and although he shook her she just wouldn't wake up.

Sighing out of frustration Jazz drove up back onto the road, finding the truck driver looking at his vehicle with a mist of awe and disbelief. He stopped and sent his hologram out to the man.

"Yo! You there!" he called, and the man, a nervous pile of human fat looked back, with even more fear on his face.

"Sir! A-are you allright?! I swear I didn't…! I couldn't…! I don't know how this happened!"

" Whatever dude, look, I need to get to a hospital-fast- my friend in there hit her head pretty hard. You know the nearest place?" The man glanced at the silver Pontiac with clear guilt in his eyes before turning back to him.

No sooner had he gotten the instructions the silver car shot out into the road again, getting out of their path and heading to the nearest town.

"Don't worry Ashley, this time, you got a friend right'ere!" he was determined to help the little human.

Hope you enjoyed, leave comments. And yes the flashback was 100% the real deal.