A/N- Chapter Four...ah...that took awhile.
"Sign Language" 'Allie' "Transformer Language" 'Com Link' (me) Beginning and End of Chapter
Chapter Four- Big Trouble
"She's not getting out of trouble that easily," Ironhide growled out, and was about to walk over when Chromia stopped him.
The three femmes had transformed, to the shock of the mechs.
"Ironhide, she was shaking and feverish the entire way here. She's not any better now. She needs a doctor," Chromia stated with an icy glare, trying to ignore the way Ironhide was looking over her: his Spark Mate.
"Chromia?" he questioned, but behind the name was the question as to why she was here.
"We were called to Earth ... not by your signal Optimus," added the femme as she caught Prime's happy look, "but by the steady call of the All- AIII!" Elita started to explain, elbowing the other femme harshly for almost giving them away. Yet, the punishment she had for the other was quickly interrupted when she heard something jam her sensors, and she growled glaring at Ratchet. The medic threw her an icy glare as well, catching onto her game before it had even began; and then he started to scan Emma.
"Leave her alone! Stop scanning her! Creator needs help, not scans, so leave her alone!" Trixie screamed at him, her small form pulling itself out of Emma's jacket so she properly curse at them. The human girl tightened, thinking no one had noticed the small phone, and gently pushed her down.
Too little, too late; all the mechs had seen the small creation and were now flabbergasted. The girl just looked up at them innocently, before she realized that all of their attention was on her coat pocket. For once in her life, she was glad she couldn't speak … she had no idea what to say.
"That's Trixie. Emma brought her to life. You guys missed something big in little Emma there. Unfortunately, Barricade noticed what you could not. In fact, he was after her," Elita stated, in a nonchalant kind of way, not really in the mood to explain.
Quickly, Arcee piped in as well, "and Chromia ran him over."
"But he's not gone. Once he realizes Emma is this way, he'll be back. After all, who wouldn't want the Little Spark?" Elita finished, giving Arcee a look. There was no point in getting the mech's too hopeful of Barricade's death if he really wasn't dead.
"There's no logical way the All Spark could be in a human child," Prowl argued, his wings twitching in irritation as Chromia gave him the look that said she was tempted to level a gun at his head.
"Tell that to Emma, and the All Spark, or to Trixie; who is obviously a child of Emma's," proclaimed Chromia as she took a threatening step forward, "And just because you haven't thought of it, doesn't mean it's illogical!"
In her annoyance, and the need for them to shut up since they were annoying Trixie, she threw a piece of metal at the group before looking away again.
Trixie, of course, came back out at this time, and began screeching at them as well; her fury fueled by that of the femmes. Emma merely shook her head and pulled the little one back to her chest.
"Listen to the Spark Beat," she signed slowly, eyes closed, and ears deaf to the fact that Prowl and Chromia were still arguing.
Allie shifted in the back of Emma's mind and watched, acting like any good mother. She was always watching over them.
Sam, during this time, was staring over at his sister, his baby sister. She had rejected him. With a mental flinch, he realized that he had been doing the same thing, but on a different level.
He had abandoned her before all this, and now she just pulled away because he was sure she felt guilty about running away. That was usually why she pushed people away, and curled up like that.
The teenager walked over, only to jump back as a loud clang filled the room from Chromia and Prowl's general area. This caught Bumblebee's attention, whom had been watching the exchange between the bickering mech's with interest. It was then, while looking at the siblings, 'Bee noticed that Emma held the shard to the Allspark. It was hanging from a necklace chain, and she staring down at it, looking lost.
Trixie just clung to her, held to her Creator's chest with one hand. The small femme clicked softly as Emma leaned back, crying silently. Her shivering quickly caused Sam to back up again, his guilt grabbing at his chest.
"What's wrong Sam?" Bumblebee asked, kneeling down next to Sam, noticing his charge's distress.
"Emma never cries ... I've never seen her cry before ... not like that," Sam stated, and that caused everyone to look over while Ironhide sighed, transforming.
"But I know someone who has. I'll be back, but it might take awhile. Just...I highly suggest not touching her," Ironhide growled out, and drove off, while Prowl went back to arguing about it with Chromia.
After awhile, the chrome colored femme backed off, and turned her back on the police car, stalking out and transforming.
"Look, we just went out and got her. We just did what She told us to do!" Arcee pointed angrily at Prowl, yet the younger femme's sting quickly died when Elita gave her a look.
"Whoops?" she stated, and side stepped the angered tactician, hiding behind Elita.
Elita merely sighed and shook her head. Yes, the young femme needed to learn to shut her mouth, but what was said was said; nothing that could be done for it now. The older femme turned towards the mechs, head propped up high as she spoke.
It was high time someone ended this childish yelling match and it seemed the only one that could do that was her, "You see, the All Spark contacted us and that was the signal we received: to find Emma. It was a personal obligation, to do what was asked of us since the All Spark was able to connect with us: the femmes. I don't know how many 'Con femmes are coming, but the three of us came, because we felt it was right. No … it was right."
None of the mechs interrupted. It was one thing that they all remember about femmes; they always heard the All Spark. They also knew of the location before anyone else, and hid that fact well.
The pink femme nodded in agreement, "Yes, the All Spark told us Emma needed help. It was even was able to send us direct coordinates."
Then the conversation took towards the more private side, leaving the humans, though only could hear them, out of the conversation as the Autobots started to converse over their communication links. Not that any of the humans complained. They all had their own thoughts to worry about at the moment.
By the time night had fallen though, Ironhide was still gone from the base, Chromia was still pissed off at Prowl, Ratchet found that Trixie wanted to get into his circuits in order to rip them out, and the leaders were just trying to make sure no one actually died.
Yet, such childish disputes were for the older mechs, Arcee and Bumblebee was merely trying to keep Sam calm. Unfortunately, Arcee didn't really know what to do in that department, while Emma ... she was just away from people, playing over her thoughts.
Or perhaps it had something to do with a certain cell phone …
Trixie seemed to be keeping everyone at bay, either by screeching, or threatening like she had done to poor Ratchet. Yet, despite her guard dog outlook, she never left Emma's chest. Not because she didn't want too, but because she was held there with a gentle hand and that she was loyal to the one who gave her life. She loved the one who gave her life, and was fiercely protective of her. No one was touching her Creator.
It was around nine p.m. when Ironhide finally returned. A familiar figure quickly hopped out, though Emma didn't see him. Her gaze was intent on her creation.
Captain Lennox was already heading over to the teenage girl, and warily avoiding Trixie. They knew all too well that the little 'cell phone', from the conversation Will had had with Ironhide, was a little protective ... to put it mildly.
Slowly, Will rested one hand on her shoulder Emma's head jerked up, eyes open, and she tried to pull away. Yet, despite her insistence, Lennox didn't allow her to pull away. He merely pulled her right back while signing, "Why did you run?"
Emma stared at his hand as he slowly repeated it, even though every time he did, she tried to move away. He wouldn't give up though. He merely tried again, pulling her back. It wasn't terribly gentle, but it was enough to keep her paying attention to him.
Lennox, seeing a distant look in her eyes, rested a hand on her forehead, and cursed softly. This merely caused Emma to glare at him. She may not have heard the words, but she could read his lips.
"Well, rest is what she needs, and then we question her. Doing it now will probably piss off this little guy," Lennox stated, making a motion towards the GL phone.
"Femme. Girl. Female," Trixie corrected. Her voice held barely a hint of feminine quality to it.
"Guy, general term," Lennox answered, and he collected Emma in his arms, bag falling to her lap due to the sudden motion. The teen merely wrapped a tight fist around the shard.
It had taken the military man a little bit convincing and he finally got her to sleep in one of the base's beds, but not to let go of the shard. Then, with a wear worthy sigh, the man made she was tucked in and left her for the night. Hoping her dreams were far more comforting than the real world … because the real world promised to be anything but kind tomorrow.
Later that night, or early the next morning, she awoke in the storage room. The girl hugged her form, noting her flannel nightgown. It was a taxing garment in the middle of a summer night, but in a freezing storage room, it was preferred. The girl shifted her feet off the side of the bed and started to pet Trixie. It was then that she started to talk with Allie, as well as the smallest femme.
After a few moments of tiring discussion, the conversation wasn't turning out well. The Silent One leaned forward, placing her hands over her ears, wishing to escape everything. Finally, she decided that that wasn't going to work, and rose to her feet, Trixie clamoring to her shoulder. A late night walk would sooth her troubled mind.
The girl's feet echoed softly against the metal plating that dared to be called a floor. Yet, Emma suddenly stopped, her body shaking violently for a moment along with a small spasm of pain.
It didn't take her long to figure out why the reaction was happening as she watched one of the jolts dance towards a closed door, dying as soon as it ran into it. Emma trembled. She had forgotten that Jazz was in the room next door with his life slowly slipping away. He was in a coma, which was caused by the shock of almost dying and then having half of his systems replaced with new parts. His body was unable to adapt and Ratchet, unfortunately, couldn't get him out of it. Everyone had silently accepted that he was as good as dead.
And Emma hated feeling him slip away.
Not because it hurt her, because it did, but it was more the mental anguish that came with it. Yet, the pain that shook her body when she was close to Jazz's door was like nothing she felt before, and she couldn't help but hear his soft cried in every tremor.
Yet, despite his ravenous cries for someone to help him, Allie remained silent. She didn't want to risk the fragile human body on a dangerous task like that. Just pulling Jazz back might kill her, if the amount of energy used didn't. Emma's body would probably not survive the pain despite all that anyway. Emma's body shook again, another small slip, another spasm of pain, and another begging cry from Jazz.
Emma could help; she knew it despite Allie's warnings. A whimper of pain pushed past her lips and Trixie cooed, unheard at her mother. Yet, finally, Allie's whispers became outright shrieks and the girl stopped her hand from touching the door which led to the trapped spirit. The girl sighed and started to walk away. It would be a long sleepless night for Emma, but the day would bring the needed answers.
End Chapter
A/N- As you can tell, I changed something a little. I didn't want her to bring the dead back to life, mainly because that is just creepy. I, instead, changed it to Jazz being in a really deep coma. Can anyone argue? Is Jazz dead? By popular demand, Jazz will live, since I follow through with my promises. As honor bound as I am...some what. Which is why I don't promise regular updates. Oh, and sorry about anyone I missed down there.
Alc Fluteo- Feeling sorry for Emma was my intention. I've succeeded!
Elita One- No, they are not. Running away was a bad idea.
Fk360animeluver- I'll try to update soon.
Mistress Bumblebee- I glad you love it. I aim to please.
Jen- Of course Ironhide is going to be mad. He's Ironhide.
hermione- Darling, I aim to please.
MidnightEmerge- Of course he's ashamed of himself! Otherwise, he'd be a bad big brother.