-1The first thing Sarah noticed was that she had to be lying on the ground. Not bothering to open her eyes quite yet, she listened to what was going on around her. The sound of metal on metal, metal on other things, maddeningly familiar voices… Wait, voices? Opening her eyes, she immediately beheld the distinguished visage of Ratchet. The scream he had been expecting didn't come. What came instead surprised him. "It's you…" Sitting up, she looked around and amended her previous statement. "…All of you." Not too sure about the strange human, unwilling to just buy into all the crazy talk of her being the All Spark, Bumblebee took a hesitant step closer. "Uh… Who are you and how did you get in my dreams?" Her reaction to his words absolutely floored him. "You can talk now?" Words were long in forming. "How did you…" But she had already moved on. Her gaze drifted across them all, lingering in a momentary glare at Ironhide followed by a smile at Megatron, then settling upon Optimus. Speaking not a word, she quietly walked closer until she stood right in front of him. What she did next surprised all of them. Straightening up tall, she saluted him, military style. "Uh… Sarah Hornsby reporting for duty… I think…" Somehow she had recognized him as the leader. He knelt down before her, bringing himself down to her level. "Hello… Sarah. I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. Over here is Ratchet, our resident medic." Ratchet nodded. "…This is Bumblebee, covert tactics specialist." Bumblebee had only one thing to say. "Hey, you never answered my question." Once again he was ignored. "…And I believe you've already met Ironhide, weapons specialist." Sarah and Ironhide engaged in a death glare.
Then she asked a question that once again proved her connection to their dreams, and to the All Spark. "Where is the other one, the one who shows off? Where is he?" She didn't have to see their faces to sense the pain in the air. "…Oh." Ironhide snarled at her, angry at being reminded of his comrade's death. "Your Decepticon 'friend' over there killed him." There was a pause. "You're a fool to trust him. He'll betray you, just like he betrayed everyone else." The Decepticon in question gave an irate shout. "Hey!" His cry was ignored. "You really think he won't? I wouldn't be surprised if he did. What's one little life to him? He's taken billions of lives without a care, so what's one more?" Walking over, Ratchet swatted him. "Quit scaring the human, Ironhide." Turning to Sarah, he then said, "Jazz is dead and, yes, Megatron killed him. I'm fixing up his body as best I can, so we can lay him to rest in a fitting manner." Sarah had only one response. "Show me."
The barn looked perfectly ordinary, but the inside had been renovated and then some. Now it looked like some kind of space-age cross between a hospital and a mechanic's workshop. Tools lay scattered about the room. Sarah couldn't discern their function. None of the things she saw made too much sense, save the workbench and the lifeless body positioned upon it. "Jazz," she whispered. Both Ratchet and she herself were confused at how it seemed almost like all of them were old friends, even despite the fact that Sarah hadn't met any of them before that day. Still, the sight of him lying dead on the table brought tears to her eyes. Climbing up the table like a little monkey, she sat on her haunches next to the lifeless body and cried. Reaching out, she laid her hand upon his spark chamber, not sure why she felt as though that was the right thing to do in this case.
"…I wanted so badly to meet you…" The strangest feeling came over her. She could sense his presence, feel him, as if he were right there before her, alive and well. His soul, his life seemed to hang in the air around her. "H-he's here…" What came next felt absurdly natural, as if she were experiencing a taste of things to come, a glimpse of what her powers were meant for. Hey there, little lady… His soul whispered in her mind as it passed through, funneling through her body, channeled by the All Spark's power. A shudder ran through her as she felt the energy surge along her arm, toward her hand where it rested on Jazz's spark chamber. "Your friends want you back," she said out loud, confusing the absolute heck out of Ratchet. "Would you like me to…" The reply swirled around her like a warm breeze. Sure would, if you don't mind. She giggled. "Then I will!"
For an instant the blue fire consumed her very being and in that moment she wasn't Sarah at all. There was nothing save the power filling her and the objective at hand. It was her duty, her function to repair and renew, to breathe life into worthy forms. "Repository of souls…" The living sought her out, the dead flocked to her, for she was the focal point for both. "Life giver…" She was nothing less than the boundary between life and death, the gateway to the spirit world, and hers was the power to cross that boundary as she saw fit. "I am the All Spark…" She had never really thought about what that meant, hadn't realized just how powerful she truly was. This was why so many wanted her. The tide was rising within her, pushing her higher, making her pulse rate soar and her body shiver; she never dreamed it was possible to feel like this as power and life surged through her, pouring forth from her in a waterfall of pure energy…
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Why am I doing this, you ask? Well, when the time comes, they're going to need all the help they can get!