A/N- Oh, Chapter Five. Everyone, give a huge round of applause to my Beta. Without my Beta, there would be no Chapter Five (or story for that matter).

"Sign Language" 'Allie' "Transformer Language" 'Com Link' (me) Beginning and End of Chapter

Chapter Five- Dangerous Games

In the room next to Jazz, Emma sat on a large-metal box, the back of her feet tapping slightly against the surface, creating a sound which was unknown to her. There was a cold creeping up her body, creating goose bumps, but it didn't register in her mind. She was merely staring at the wall before her as if it were an opposing force, an opposition. The girl took a deep breath, feeling electricity jump in her hair. In a flash she was alight with blue sparks which seemed to echo through her body, lighting up her eyes like a dying star.

The sparks then jumped from her body with a ravenous thirst, slamming into the wall. … The wall always won. The young girl stared at the wall with a pout, for a moment, before letting out a weak sigh, curling up on top of the box like a cat; she knew what was coming.

Without even the slightest of warnings, a sharp spasm of pain ran through her body as Jazz let out another mental wail for help, but she stayed. She felt like she was dying inside. She could hear him wailing, crying, and pleading, yet she did nothing. With an unheard whimper, her eyes slid closed, and she hid in her own little world of silence.

A soft clap of footsteps echoed over the sleepy base like a cry of a spirit in the night. The man stopped for a moment, and turned to the sound of a small whimper which had been revealed onto him. Captain Lennox sighed softly as he spotted the creator of the noise; he had been looking for her since he woke at revelry. He watched her for a moment, before backing out because of Trixie's threatening hiss.

Yet, like many things in life, they return to you in one form or the other, and that was exactly what the captain did. Only this time he was wise enough to bring reinforcements; Sam was the last to enter.

"Why did she come here?" Optimus inquired.

Lennox shrugged a little, but that did not mean the question did not go unanswered; Trixie was quick to answer, "Follow feet."

It didn't make sense to anyone, but it wasn't like they needed to wait for an answer anyway; Emma had just sat up to stare at them, blue sparks flickering through her eyes. Slowly, she signed out, with her spare hand, "Good morning."

Sam got angry at her negligence and began to shout, "Good morning? We thought you had run out on us again! How could you leave like that? I was..."

His shouting died though, as he realized that she wasn't reacting, just waiting.

The fact was, he hadn't been worried ... not until recently that is; a week ago, in fact. Sam care so much, actually, that he hadn't told his parents when Emma had ran away; they would have sent out the police. So, for a moment more, the teenager stared at her and then backed off, looking angrily at the floor. He had no idea how to deal with this whole situation … he needed to think.

In Sam's disregard, Lennox had gotten up and sat next to Emma. For a moment he sat there, and then he gently turned her around to face him in order to sign, "Want to talk about it?"

Emma smiled weakly at him, and she opened her hand again, showing the shard.

"She just wants Her children to stop fighting over something useless...to protect them, the only a Mother can. Can you blame Her? I just got caught in the cross fire. Don't say that part though. It's bad enough that you know," she answered, and Lennox recited it after her hand dropped, the shard dull in her hand.

So, while the others digested the solemn news, Trixie purred, wrapping her arms around the neck of her Creator while she babbled in her native language. Lennox could only shake his head, running his hand through his hair. He really didn't want to ask the next question.

"How did Barricade get you?"

Emma quickly let out a soft snort of laughter and shook her head lightly as she started to explain what happened, skipping over nothing. It didn't take her long to finish the tale though, and she once again turned away to lie back against the wall. She was staring straight ahead ... until another silent plea for help caused her to grip her head, shaking it in a prayer for Jazz's begging to end.

Yet, it seemed Jazz would not be silenced, and Emma let out a cry of pain, her fingers tightening against her scalp. She just wanted to help! Why couldn't anyone see it? It was so obvious!

Closing her eyes, she shook; so badly, in fact, that soon she had slipped off her perch, landing roughly on the floor. Ignoring the pain in her hands, Emma rushed out with tears falling from her eyes. Moving down the hall, she slid into a room, shutting the door and retreating as far as she could into the room.

From the looks of it, it was another storage room. With the grace and the mindset of a mouse, the silent child ran toward wooden crate, moved inside it. Once inside she curled up there among the army issued blankets. There, she snuggled among the blankets, hiding herself as Trixie burrowed with her into the sheets; she felt exhausted. Slowly, Emma allowed her eye lids to fall down and she fell asleep, Trixie chirping happily as some blue sparks jumped around the blankets while Emma slept.

So, while sleeping beauty slumbered, the residents of the base looked for her. Oddly, no one thought to look in a storage room. So the hours passed smoothly until Emma slowly woke up, deciding it was time to get out of her hiding place.

Now, due to her grogginess of just waking, Emma hadn't realized that she stumbled somewhere she didn't belong, even though Allie was shrieking at her back away and not to enter Jazz's room. Her grogginess quickly evaporated as she nearly threw up from the pain. Luckily, she didn't have enough in her stomach to do so.

Trixie let out small shrieks of warning before leaping off and rushing off to get someone, like a metallic spider. This was bad!

Emma ignored it all though as she stared up at the still metallic form on the berth. It was high time she faced his silent screams. So, despite the whispers of Allie to stop, Emma climbed up so she could get close to the spark. She stood there a moment over Jazz's body, her form shivering as she reached deep inside the pool of power. Then, thrusting her hands upon his chest, she threw the sparks into Jazz.

A painful spasm went through Emma was from a power surge. In fact, she glowed blue as she slowly fed Jazz, healing his broken form. The sickening sound of rearranging gears and sheet metal filled the room until a soft blue light filled the room which didn't belong to Emma; Jazz's visor had focused on the tiny form against his chest.

With one last burst of energy, the glow died. Luckily for the both of them, Jazz managed to lift his stiff hand to catch the young girl before she fell off the berth. She would have fallen to her death if the hand stopped the fall.

Emma merely trembled there in Jazz's head like a dying bird; her breathing coming is shallow gasps. Inside, Allie screamed in agony, though it was silent to the mech who was slowly sitting up as well as the form of Ironhide whom had stumbled into the room in a panic.

Yet, the tumble nearly came to a face first fall as the Weapon's Specialists stopped short in shock. For a moment he wondered if he should reset his optics … because there was Jazz … alive … and moving! Sadly, his celebration was short lived when he saw Emma. With a desperate whine of his engine, he ran over to her with Trixie already sitting on her chest.

"Get Ratchet!" Ironhide ordered, and the little femme ran off.

After that, the base was just a labyrinth of activity, with feet paddling every which way. Emma had been hooked up to monitors, her form look small and fragile like a premature baby clamoring for life.

"She'll live ... right?" Sam asked softly, staring at his sister.

Ratchet looked at him, worried, and shrugged slightly, "I don't know Sam. I've never had a human patient and least of all like this," he answered, and went about monitoring her.

Within Emma's mind, she was sitting in a dark place, looking around. "I told you! I told you not to try it!"

Emma looked up sadly at Allie, and said, "I couldn't let him die Allie! I couldn't! Not when he begged to be saved everyday!"

The Mother smiled, and then pulled Emma into her arms, rocking her back and forth gently her anger quickly forgotten, "Oh, I know. I'm sorry Emma. Just … listen to me next time. I haven't survived as long as I have on luck alone. Now, close your eyes and focus on going back," she whispered, running her fingers through the child's hair.

In the Sick Bay, Emma lay still while Ratchet worked on the newly revived Jazz, who merely stared at Emma cringing ever so often as the Hatchet worked.

"How did she do that Ratch'?" Jazz asked in his usual drawl.

"She's the new All Spark I guess. That's how. Plus, it helped that you weren't dead," Ratchet replied, while Jazz closed his optics, biting back the sickening feeling of having fingers in his chest. The medic quickly stopped and gave the saboteur a worried look, thinking the other was have more than a minimal bit of pain.

"Just need to rest, that's all Ratch'. I'm fine," he mumbled, feeling Ratchet's worry.

End Chapter Five

A/N- Reply to reviews...oh, and, no I didn't forget the femmes, they are elsewhere during this. Don't worry, they'll be in the next one!

Jen- Poor Emma...She looks like she had been through much. Jazz really needs help from the looks of the situation. Hope that she would be feeling and back to her normal self.

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soaringphoenix86- (grins) Aren't I just evil?

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