Okay I know that this chapter is short.. don't shoot me. I would have added this to the prologue but for some reason my muse needed to set up Bay's and Eight's entrances... This chapter is kinda more of the same but I found myself unable to add it to the other and I couldn't make it past the part where I left on this chapter...

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Chapter 1

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"No... I want two!" Megatron's voice roared in his audios as the warlord managed to get both servos on his frame and pulled... The pain was excruciating as he was rendered in two, the upper half of his frame crashing painfully to the alley below. His energon flooding out of his torn body, his optics lighting on a pair of human younglings, one of them coated in his energon, screaming and writhing in pain, the other desperate to help his brother rid himself of the energon seeping into his flesh...

Jazz felt his spark sputter it's final beats as the Allspark met her end...

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Jazz onlined to the sounds of a youngling weeping. His sensor-net flickered on to reveal that he was under a tarp or something.. In his altmode.. he attempted to transform into his bipedal form and found himself unable to, as a wave of weakness washed through him...

He tried to move forward, his wheels and engine making a weird whining sound causing him to pause... Just wha' is goin' on here? he thought as he paused. The world around him shifted and shuddered as he realized whatever he was in was moving...

"I believe this is yours kid." a femme said as the world jostled once more and the stifled sounds of the sobbing paused as their owner whispered, "T-thank you."

"I'm sorry for your loss..." The femme said soothingly to the youngling. "Surely you know they're all in a better place."

The youngling choked on yet another sob that escaped him, and whatever entrapment Jazz was in shuddered with his shaking form, something compressing his current prison against a soft body... He winced as something sharp gouged into his paint. Whatever it was must have been sharp enough to hurt the youngling because soft fluorescent light poured into the what he could now tell was a bag. The next thing that happened almost made Jazz's spark freeze.

A face blocked out the gentle light as a thickly bandaged hand attached to a soft dark skinned arm ending in reached in and gently pulled him out. The young human's face was heartbroken as he slowly ran a hand over Jazz's current frame inspecting the scratches that marred it... right down to the painfully cracked windshield...

"Octavius?" A new woman's voice called into the room.

Jazz soon found himself shoved back into the bag of broken items and toys. His processor reeling on the singular thought of... Wha' teh pit happened ta meh?!

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~Bay~

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"Ms. Baxter?"

Bay blinked up from her stupor that her mind had fallen after seeing picture after picture of her family, bruised battered and dead... She wanted to scream at the investigators, deny the truth as he mind screamed at the fact that her family was dead... and for some minor part on her belief she had been responsible... If she had never insisted on having the damned family reunion then they would be alive right?

"Ms. Baxter."

Bay's gaze settled on the nurse. "Yes?"

"I was going over the patient registry and I noticed two other Baxter's. We need to know if you're related to Simon and Octavius Baxter."

"They're alive?" she breathed.

"Unfortunately Simon died earlier this morning but Octavius is still alive and doing much better than you at this moment. How are you related to them?"

"They're my brother Daniel's youngest two.. they're twins..."

"Well if what you to the agents are true then you are that boy's only surviving family member."

"May... May I see him?" She smiled.

"Just give me a minute." The nurse said and left. About twenty minutes later the nurse returned with a young boy in tow. He kept his blood shot green eyes cast downward to the ground, his tearstained face obscured by the chin length raven locks. Someone had to have found the boy a fresh pair of clothes because they didn't fit his scrawny frame quite right. He was covered from head to toe in bruises and band aids, his hands heavily wrapped in gaze belying his moderately unharmed appearance. A filthy and rather ragged backpack was clutched in his arms.

"Octavius?" She said quietly as his broken gaze rose to meet hers. "Do you know who I am?"

"Aunt Bay..." He said before flinging himself at his aunt, the woman letting out a brief grunt of pain as he hit her bandaged side. He let loose as wail and began sobbing hard into her chest. As best as she could she held him and tried to calm him, all the while losing her own battle against the tears that had threatened to fall all day...

And together they wept.

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~Jazz~

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Jazz felt his spark clench at the sound of their weeping, and the eventual stories that the woman had began to tell the youngling... From the sound of things their battle with the Decepticons had successively managed to wipe out their entire family unit... He was mad and wanted nothing more than to beat Megatron to scrap... but seeing at the humans were alive the tyrant had to have finally been defeated... A blessing from Primus surely...

Primus... Jazz thought irritably. He coulda tol' me why Ah'm stuck in this form... A child's toy nevertheless... Not tha' Ah'm not grateful but how did Ah survive?

The two human's breathing evened out, alerting him to their recharging state, so he tried once more to transform... With no success... He sighed settling down on his tiny axle's once more...

Jazz sighed out his frustration. Maybe Ah'll get lucky and da remaining Autobot's will pick up my spark signature...

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Ratchet sighed as he leaned his holoform's forehead against a doorframe... There had been so much carnage caused from their fight... And so many had perished. He had volunteered his assistance at the humans hospital once he had gotten Bumblebee stabilized and back on his pedes thanks to Mikaela... He had been prepared for the worst... or so he had thought. Besides the massive amount of injured, there had actually been victims that had been hit with shrapnel from the fragging Allspark... Others with energon poisoning...

The worst he had seen so far had been the two human twins... They had reminded him so much of Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, the twosome fighting with their medics about staying together despite their obvious pain... He had had to leave after treating them... especially after preforming a scan on the older of the two... realizing that the boy had not much longer to live, the extent of his poisoning was the harshest out of all of the human victims... no the correct term was casualties... What only made matters worse was the energy signal of the mech whose energon was on the two boys...

Jazz's. It only made treating them even harder...

He reached into his pocket to finger the vial of shards. His processor ached from even having this minute contact with the remainder of the once powerful artifact... He shook his helm... Why did the Allspark fragment in the end? He shook his head trying to make sense of it. The fragments he had remove so far had left feint traces of the Allspark's energy, leaving him to worry about the radiation from it effecting the humans.

This was a mess through and through.