Wings of a Phoenix Chapter 8: Jazz Revived! She did it!, a transformers fanfic

Hey, guys! This chapter has been revised! The song belongs to me as I wrote it. XD Vote for my new Transformers poll!

Stesuna the Dragon - Yeah, but there will be a surprise for Ratchet later on in the story! Hint Hint.

Elita One - A peck and so much more to come!

Chapter 7

Jazz Revived!! She did it!!

Nexia flew through the air and down the hallways of the Autobot base, completely lost in her personal thoughts. She didn't need to watch where she was going as the familiar pull of Jazz's spark guided her way. It was an abandoned corridor so she needn't worry about running into any other mechs.

She flew lower to the ground, twisting through the legs of a surprised Hound, and found herself in front of the immobile saboteur's lodgings. She looked back, equally surprised, for Hound usually didn't travel down this pathway. Maybe he was on a mission for Optimus? Nexia shook her head, dismissing the thought and was unaware that Hound had come up behind her. He was silent so she didn't hear him slip into the room with her.

The forest green Autobot sent a pointed look at Jazz's spark, smiling softly as his gaze went back to the winged girl. He had no romantic interests, mind you, and he thought of her as a baby cousin. He only had thoughts of her safety and welfare in mind as he silently watched her from the darkened corner he was hidden in.

She smiled softly, happy that she was going to spend some time with the small silver bot. She was sure that he wanted someone to talk to about 'human things' instead of the other Autobots, since they were, of course, aliens. Jazz was probably lonely sitting in the tank and having no form of entertainment. She was the only one he could communicate with so that scratched talking off the list of amusement.

Nexia was sure that he wanted some things, like music, because his spark wasn't attached to his body. She remembered Wheeljack telling her that the silver mech loved to listen to music. The winged girl felt somewhat sorry for the saboteur, having to float in that small jar instead of walking about like the others. If only there was a way she could heal his body…then she could figure out a way to reattach his spark to his body.

Jazz's spark instantly brightened when he sensed another presence in the room, brightening even more when he realized it was Nexia. He enjoyed their conversations immensely and it brightened his dark and bleary days. She had started going to see Jazz several times a week – sometimes twice a day - since she discovered his room, seeking words of wisdom and just hanging out. Sometimes they would just goof off and other times it was more serious.

Today she needed to see him badly; wanting to talk to him about the kiss she gave Ratchet. True, it was only a peck, but it seemed so much more to her. She needed to talk to someone about her feelings; she would then get a second opinion from Mikaela, since she was also a girl. Girls needed to band together in order to talk about their conflicting emotions. It was bad to keep them bottled inside.

"Hello, my dear Jazz. Been bored lately?" she asked, half joking. The winged girl bowed with a flourish and twirled in mid-air, knowing that he loved it when she performed aerial acrobatics. Nexia wanted to bring as much comfort to the confined mech's spark

'Sup, girl? Naw, I'm fine. I got ya to keep meh company. 'Tanks for dat, birdie. The confined spark replied, dancing around slightly. Nexia giggled, flying toward the tank which held his spark. She did another aerial acrobatic, twisting in midair before she landed, happily giggling when she saw his spark following her.

Dat never ceases 't amaze meh. Jazz complimented, pulsing in time to her heartbeat. Every time she came she would lend some of her power to the confined spark. It both helped him gain energy for the eventual melding and kept his spirits high since he was full of energy.

Instead of landing on the berth that held Jazz's spark's tank, however, she landed on the berth which held his body. The bright blue spark watched with interest as she sat down with a dreamy look on her face, drawing her knees up and furling her wings against her back. She set her chin down on her knees and stared into space, supposedly having something on her mind to discuss. He figuratively frowned, not liking it when she was upset. It always seemed like when she was upset everyone else was upset, too.

Hound also noticed this and couldn't help but wonder what was on the little winged girl's mind. He was about to go up to her but thought better of it – he was only there to observe and interfere only if necessary.

Whatcha thinkin 'bout, birdie? Somethins up. Don' think I can't tell. Jazz's spark said, teasing her slightly. He bounced up and down in his tank, rapidly trying to gain the winged girl's attention. She jerked her head up, blushing slightly as she turned to look at his spark. The more she stalled the further the blush started to spread. Jazz could tell that it was something good.

"Oh my god. I'll tell you but you can't tell anybody else! I'm warning you, Jazz." she warned, blushing an even darker color. Jazz could tell that this was a juicy bit of information so he settled down near the bottom of the tank, the part closest to where she was sitting. He was extremely quiet, wanting to catch every single bit of information that would escape from her mouth. This made her seem to revert back into herself but as the seconds passed she couldn't hold it within herself any longer.

"I kissed Ratchet." she blurted out, covering her face with her hands and burying it in her knees. She couldn't hear anything, knowing that she must have sent Jazz into a bit of a shock. Suddenly Jazz came back to his senses. Hound was in stitches in the corner, knowing some details that the saboteur didn't know. Jazz couldn't see how the two looked at each other so it was no new news in his department.

You WHAT?! TELL ME EVERYTHING!! he roared in surprise, causing her to squeak and fall of the table in response. She hit the floor, but remained undamaged as her wings slowed her fall. Nexia glared at the spark, which was busy flickering in laughter, as Hound silently slipped from the room. If he was caught now he would never live it down. He would come back later and make it seem like he was just now arriving.

"It was only a peck on the cheek plate! I swear. Gosh, Jazz." she exclaimed, trying to explain the situation to the glowing spark of the saboteur. Booming footsteps could be heard and the doors swooshed open as Hound bounded in the room, ventilation systems going into overdrive in order to cool down his programming. He was an amazing actor when he wanted to be.

"What? What's wrong?! What's going on?!" the forest green scout asked, leaning over and huffing. He stood up and looked around the room, instantly panicking when he saw Nexia lying on the floor. She sat up, staring at him with a question in her eyes, which were large and round. It took all of his strength not to laugh as he continued acting; his optics grew to the size of dinner plates, figuratively speaking, and he rushed over to the fallen girl.

"Oh, man, are ya alright lil lady? The Hatchet'll kill someone, most likely me, if yur not alright!!" he practically shouted, picking up her small frame, and setting her down upon the table with Jazz's body. Nexia was giggling her head off, watching Hound fret about her wellbeing.

"Yes, Hound. I'm alright. I just slipped off the table. No harm done." she said, swatting a hand in the air. The forest green mech sighed in relief and stood to his full height. He looked down at her, flickering one of his bright blue optics in a sort of wink.

"Good. I didn't want to explain to the Hatchet why his girlfriend was dead." he said, smirking. He enjoyed looking at the look on Nexia's face as he dashed out the door, waving his goodbye. It was fun acting but he knew that he was needed elsewhere. And he totally had them fooled!

Nexia looked down, trying to control the heavy blush that was making its way across her pale skin. Jazz was laughing his proverbial butt off, glowing a little brighter as she turned toward him. The winged girl stuck her tongue out at him, giggling as she acted like a child.

"Gee, thanks. You always know how to make me feel better. What a great friend you turned out to be." Nexia said sarcastically, smiling at the floating orb. He only laughed his reply as she turned toward his body; her scrutinizing gaze making him a little nervous.

She stared at his immobile body, ignoring his questions, and made her way toward the center. It was where his spark chamber was - the place of life for every Autobot and Decepticon. She motioned for Jazz to be silent as she formulated a plan in her head, lifting into the air, and circling the body. Suddenly she struck gold; she had the perfect idea formulated into her head.

Nexia landed on the table and raised a hand to her face, forcing herself to cry a couple of tears. She had to think of something extremely sad - the destruction of her home and the death of her grandfather.

Jazz forced himself not to make a noise, though he would rather had demanded the reason for those tears. Those little round beads of salty water made his spark clench.

Nexia walked over to his great gaping wound, climbing upon the body, and cradling the tears that she had shed. She had an idea and she'd be damned if it didn't work.

The winged girl concentrated her energy, gathering as much as she could without passing out, and forced it to bend to her will. Soon she had a small ball of energy condensed energy, glowing the purist of white, inside her hand. She lowered it to the great wound on Jazz's stomach; the flash it created upon contact became too great for them to look at the body.

Eventually, the white light diminished; the two spectators automatically look back toward the body as it vanished. Jazz gasped, infatuated with what was happening with his body.

The wires from the upper half of his torso were finding and melding with the proper wires with the wires from the lower half of his torso. The two corresponding wires melded together so efficiently and effectively it smoothly melded the two parts of his body back together. When the healing was complete there wasn't even a scar left on the body, making it look like nothing had ever happened.

Jazz was ecstatic, his body was fixed! His spark glowed until it was a bright white color, dancing along the edge of his tank. He looked around for the miraculous Phoenix who had saved his spirit. Now there was an even greater chance that his spark could be placed back within his body! No more small suffocating space!!

He finally spotted Nexia…but something was wrong. He pressed up against the glass, watching her sway back and forth on the table, finally swaying too much in one direction and falling back on her behind. Jazz was worried about her and if he knew it would take so much energy to heal his body he would have waited until she had enough. He now felt guilty because she looked like she was going to pass out any minute!

The winged girl yawned largely, her eyes watering up as she sat down on the table. She could sense Jazz's excitement at having his body fixed but there was still a problem: his spark was still separated from his body. She contemplated this for a while until she had an idea, but she was not sure if it would work. She would need Jazz's permission and she hoped she would not break any of his audio receptors.

She didn't know if she had enough energy to go through with the procedure…but she'd be damned even more if she left him to rot in that tiny little holding cell! She would die if she was stuck in such a small chamber…after what happened last time - when she was captured. She could sympathize with the silver saboteur.

"Jazz," she said, turning to him to gain his attention…not that she had lost it in the first place, "I have an idea to get your spark back inside its shell casing. I don't know if it will actually work but I need your permission to do it." she continued, watching the little orb bob up and down inside prison. He seemed to be…nodding.

I trust ya, birdie. Do what ya gotta do. I gots complete faith 'n ya. he said, giving her the ok to do her idea. Nexia nodded and took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for her next task.

"Alright…just don't blame me when your audio receptors are blown." she said, turning back to his still body. She climbed up to his spark casing, resting her hand on the empty casing.

"My idea is to sing…but it won't be just an ordinary song. Phoenix's have rather unique voices. They can do almost anything when they sing: attack one's conscience, create force fields, and they can also lead one's soul, or in your case spark, back to its body." she explained, sitting cross legged on his spark casing. Her energy was almost depleted but the young Phoenix was determined to get this done.

"I, myself, can create illusions with my own voice, but a Phoenix may have more than one ability. It just depends on the Phoenix's personality." she finished, turning back towards the still body. She closed her eyes and began to sing, slowly and quietly at first but then it began to get more heartfelt.

"I wonder why things just have to fall away, with me running after, screaming for them to stay, yet nothing ever seems to want to go my way. It seems like I can't talk to you anymore, the talks we used to share have faded into lore, and just thinking 'bout the topic makes my mind sore. Where is our friendship hiding? Away has the bond been gliding…" she sang, placing a hand over her heart. It was a difficult song to sing but she knew that she could complete it.

Jazz felt a small, almost unnoticeable, tugging on his spark. It was like a soft caress of the wind against his entire being. Soon, everything around the excited blue spark became a blur…almost like he was moving very fast or spinning in a circle.

"I can't help but wonder why, why do you now seem so shy? What is with the vacant look on your face; does my childlike laughter not deserve your grace? You used to be my closest friend, yet why do I get the feeling that friendship is going to end? Not to myself can I lie, yet I can't help but always wonder why." the winged girl's voice echoed through the room, echoing as Nexia's spell of revival interlaced itself through Jazz's wiring and spark.

The tugging on Jazz's spark became more frantic and the spinning became faster until he felt like he was going to become sick. Well, he would have been sick if he actually had a mouth to upchuck from…that is if he could even become sick at all. He closed his optical sensors, or more like his sense of sight, and hoped the strange sensation would be over with.

It used to be every weekend that we'd hang out, does all my constant chatter want to make you shout? I'm sorry but I can't change the tone of my voice, if it came between them and I would you make that choice? Would you really choose between me and your new friends, when all I want to do is to make amends. Please, just turn around and hear me scream, the tears glisten in my eyes and make them gleam."

Oh how he wish this awful sensation would be over soon. He was getting lightheaded and little did he know that the louder Nexia's voice grew the weaker her body became. Her wings trembled with the effort to keep her body balanced but she was incredibly determined.

"But…"

With that single word she poured out half the remaining power she had left in her body. Suddenly, the world stopped spinning and everything had gone black for Jazz. He activated his sight sensors but nothing worked. At first he panicked, not knowing what happened. He decided to wait it out, hoping to Primus that everything would pass and he would be alright. If he was alive he owed Nexia his life and his freedom.

I" can't help but wonder why, why do you now seem so shy? When we laughed and danced before, when life warmed us to the core. When we pushed and shoved and joked, when our computer times were revoked, Because we were friends…I want to make amends…Even though you are still there, the times when you truly smile seem so rare." she continued singing, smoothly using her arms to guide the stunned spark back in its spark chamber. He was being a little stubborn but that was to be expected in this kind of situation.

Not to myself can I lie, yet I can't help but always wonder why." the winged girl's power was dwindling. It had been so long ago she had used her healing power and even then it wasn't to revive someone…or in this case lead a soul back to its rightful body.

"You used to be my closest friend yet why do I get the feeling that friendship is going to end? Not to myself can I lie, and I can't help but wonder why…can't help to wonder why…wonder why…why?" the exhausted winged girl finished, spending all but the last miniscule shard of energy in the singing. She opened her tired eyes to find that Jazz's spark was gone, however, there was a faint light coming from the inside of his body's spark containment unit.

Nexia wobbled back and forth on her unstable legs, having used almost the last amount of energy to complete her song of healing. Creating illusions was no problem for her, as she demonstrated before, but she had never even thought to attempt something of that magnitude. It was a risky move that caused her to use so much energy…but it was worth it.

The winged girl turned and flopped down on her behind, trying to conserve as much energy as she could before she passed out completely. She hoped she wouldn't because then she would have to face the wrath of Ratchet…although that wouldn't be such a bad thing though. A small smirk graced her face as she thought about the medic's rash actions. It was kind of…cute in a way. She was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts by an unusual noise.

Nexia slowly turned around to the sound of a deep metallic groaning voice, coming face to face with Jazz's visor, which glowed an outstanding blue. He looked around, confused, before looking back at the Phoenix. Her eyes widened before she let out a huge shriek, falling backwards in a dead faint. Jazz's optics widened under his visor as he jumped to catch the falling form of the Phoenix. It seems as if the shock of facing the actual Autobot had drained her last reserves of energy.

"Oh, man! Now Ratch-man iz gunna keel me!" he sighed, picking up the winged girl and detangling himself from the medical sensory wires. He stood, albeit a tad bit woozy from being disembodied for a while, and made his way toward the door. The silver saboteur snuck through the hall, ducking down whenever someone walked past him. Jazz wanted to surprise everybody so he slinked through the shadows.

The small silver mech stopped at the Medical Bay doors, cringing at the thought of what Ratchet would do to him once he saw the state his 'beloved' Nexia was in. It would be most likely that he would be melted down into a pile of scrap metal. Jazz snickered at the thought of calling Nexia Ratchet's beloved. It was about time he found someone to be with instead of mourning over Moonracer. He had to accept that Moon was gone and that Nexia was here in front of him. She had been there the entire time she's been with them.

Jazz shook his head to clear out any ideas of matchmaking, steeling himself when he reached the Medical Bay doors, and slid inside when he was sure nobody was looking. He slinked close to the walls, almost flush against them, so Ratchet wouldn't hear his footsteps. The small silver saboteur smirked and came up behind the medic. He was, of course, careful with Nexia's body as he crept, eventually leaning his head next to the medic's head.

The Autobot medic was sitting at his desk with a dreamy look on his face, uncharacteristically sighing every so often. Jazz held in the urge to snicker again; he knew what the medic was thinking about. It was a certain winged girl he was currently holding in his hand. Ratchet was also probably thinking about the small peck that Nex had given him. The medic had been doing nothing but sitting at his desk, thinking about how he felt about her for the longest time.

"What's crackin' Ratch-man?" Jazz asked with his traditional lopsided grin. Ratchet jumped from his chair and whirled around, optics wide. He stood still, a hand over his spark, and stared at the saboteur very, very hard. Finally Ratchet realized that he had been staring and finally managed to speak. He couldn't believe that the injured silver saboteur was standing in front of his very form.

"Jazz? Is that you? Dear Primus, who fixed you?! Is everything functional?" he asked in a rush, striding up to the smaller bot and clapping him on the shoulder. The medic scanned him, a surprised look coming upon his face plates as he realized that all the scars the saboteur had gotten throughout the war were, in fact, missing. He looked like a brand new mech! All of his wires and programs were functional and his paint was even shiny.

"Not now, Ratch. I gots a little package for ya." Jazz replied in his deep voice. The small silver mech brought up his hand for the medic to inspect and after a moment Ratchet's optics were widening once again. The small winged girl was lying motionless in Jazz's hand, obviously unconscious.

The Autobot medic snatched Nexia out of the silver mech's claws gently, but quickly, as he scanned her. Ratchet's mouth set into a grim line as he rushed her to a set of human sized cots in the corner of the bay, tucking her into one of them and turning back to the smaller mech. She was just exhausted…but he wondered what the winged girl did to exhaust her so.

"Iz she gonna be alrigh', doc? Whas' th' verdict?" Jazz asked, his visor dimming somewhat in shame since he knew that this entire thing was his fault. Ratchet nodded his head and sighed in relief as he finished another set of various scans. He saw no harm in showing his concern for the winged girl since he was sure that Jazz wouldn't tell anyone. The medic turned back to the silvery mech, standing from the berth with the beds on it. He took another step towards him, clapping him on the shoulder heartily once again.

"Yes. She will be fine. All she needs is rest." the CMO stated, looking at the other mech. He suddenly smiled widely, clapping Jazz on the shoulder again - so what? He was excited to see him again. It looked like the two friends, and comrades, had much to catch up upon.