A/N: Yes, it's Chapter Six. Be amazed. And if it weren't for my Beta, this chapter wouldn't even exist. Go thank her now!
"Sign Language" 'Allie' "Transformer Language" 'Com Link' (me) Beginning and End of Chapter
Chapter Six- To Be Kind
Two weeks passed without much sign of life from her beyond the monitors. Not that she had lost the will to live, just to open her eyes. Emma had been staring at her closed eyelids and the calmness they offered, for a little bit now; until she was finally about to slowly open her eyelids, daring to look onto the world. The young girl stared at the ceiling as if waiting for an answer. When it offered her none, she decided to sit up and find the answers herself. Pain shivered down her form when her stiff body finally obeyed its master and sat up. For a moment the girl wonder if it had been worth getting up with how the aches were running though her body, but was pleasantly surprised when Trixie clambered up to her. The phone was none too shy and started chattering at her happily, nuzzling her cheek with her head.
Running her fingers lightly across the youngling's head, she smiled down at her creation. Before she passed into darkness from waking Jazz, a part of Emma had wondered if she'd ever get to see her 'child' ever again. Speaking of children …
A knowing smile spread on Emma's face and she slanted her eyes so she could see whom was behind her. Jazz was watching her. Slowly, the girl cocked her head back, offering him a mocking smile as if to say "I know you're there boy. Now get over here. I'm getting a cramp in my neck!"
The mech stared for a moment in amazement before his optics dimmed. Emma turned back to her purring creation, knowing all too well that the re-animated mech was calling his brothers to tell them she was awake. Her smile faded for a moment as she thought of the grey mech behind her. It was an odd feeling, being connected to him.
It didn't take them long to get there, judging by the vibrations coming from her surroundings. Soon after, Ratchet entered and gave the girl a slight disproving glare as if saying, "I should lock you in the medical bay for the rest of your life for that little stunt of yours."
Emma merely deepened her grin and gave the old mech with some fluttering eyelashes. The medic could only shake his head in defeat before her started looking over her, doing an in-depth scan.
After a few minutes of prodding and cold metallic fingers, the girl slowly grew annoyed with the medic's 'mother hen' act. Luckily for her, she had a voice in the room; Trixie could pick up on her creator's disproval. Almost immediately after, the little monster had clambering onto the medic's prodding fingers and started to shouted curses at him.
Jazz merely sighed when the bickering began, removing himself from his relaxed state against the wall. Soon, he was next the medic who was staring down at the phone as if debating if he should squish her or not.
"Yoh, Hatchet, I think the phone is sayin' it's time to go," said the Second in Command as he threw a grin at the now silence cell phone.
Yet, the comment was quickly regretted as the Hatchet turned his peering gaze at the reanimated mech. The girl was quickly forgotten, and Jazz found himself being practically dragged to a medical berth by the medic who was now cursing about Jazz's 'inability to stay still and heal'. With that said the gray mech then found himself hooked into another machine. Although Emma had passed her exam, Jazz was still under medical supervision; almost dying and all.
Let's just say, the look that covered Ratchet's face, soon made Jazz curse his active nature.
"Optimus! I think you need to see this," Ratchet called over his comlink, a slight tint of worry carrying in his voice despite the fact that he was trying to keep calm for Jazz's sake.
To Jazz, his superior officer, accompanied by Elita One, could not come fast enough. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong indeed if Ratchet wasn't yelling at him. Yet, before Optimus could even get over to his Second's berth, Ratchet grabbed the commander by his side and quietly shared the diagnostics of the test with him. Soon, both mechs were staring at Jazz with an expression he could not name.
"What?" Jazz asked with a slight squeak of worry. Something had to be majorly wrong. Was his spark casing damaged, did he have universal rust, was Emma's fix just temporary, what?
"Jazz…what do you remember about being unconscious?" Ratchet inquired as he and Optimus came closer to the berth, Elita heading over to check on Emma and Trixie.
Emma looked up at the femme, looking confused. Elita just gently pet Emma's head with her finger, being very careful, and Trixie purred up at the older femme. She seemed to have a nicer reaction to the femmes of the group then the mechs.
Jazz scrunched down a little closer to his berth, worry evident before he spoke, "Pain and some voice trying to comfort me, which was quickly followed by an incredible shock that ran through my system. Then, before I knew what I was doing, I stopped her from falling. Something in my spark told me to."
Ratchet looked over at Emma before looking back at Jazz.
"I can't believe it…but the results don't lie," the medic muttered, double checking the results again.
The only type of connection that ever came up like this was with Spark mates. It wasn't always the romantic type, but you knew where the other was, once met, and how they felt. Ironhide just felt protective of Emma because he did…Jazz had some deeper bond that told him what to do with the young girl. It was a very odd thing to see between a human and a Transformer, but not necessarily a bad thing.
Ratchet sighed and looked between the two before disconnecting Jazz and telling him to take a seat at a nearby computer consul. He then walked over to Emma and urged her to get onto his hand; the girl did as she was said. Soon, Emma, Ratchet, and Jazz were all in front of the huge computer, waiting for the medic to tell them of what he found.
"Iz it that bad, Ratch'? Jus' come out with it. I can't take the suspense," said the grey mech as threw nervous glances from Ratchet then Emma.
The medic shook his head at the grey mech's impatience, and then started to type on the consul so both Jazz and Emma could find out at the same time. For a moment there was utter silence between the three viewers. Yet, suddenly, Allie busted out laughing.
'It's not that funny Allie!' Emma stated and sighed softly, while Jazz stared between the human and then the screen.
"Um…I don't know her!" Jazz argued, while Emma was glaring silently at the sometimes unwanted guest in her head.
Emma hunched down slightly, staring at the monitor, before looking over at Jazz. He moved without thinking, holding his hand out and the girl stepped onto his awaiting hand. Once settled, Emma then preceded by sitting cross-legged there, Trixie sitting up on her head, her tiny limbs clutching loosely to the human girl's hair.
"Is he my daddy now?" Trixie asked, earning a gruff laugh from Ratchet, though no reaction from Emma.
She only "heard" Cybertronian until Allie translated it over so Emma could understand what was being said. Since the head-invader was still finding this too hilarious for words, Emma had no idea what the little femme said. She shifted slightly, relaxing in Jazz's hand before signing up at him, "What's going on?"
Jazz looked uncertain for a moment, his processors working overtime to understand what she just said. Slowly, he raised his own hand and signed back, "Trixie said something weird. No biggy."
Emma raised a brow in uncertainty and turned her attention to her creation. Quickly, she gave her baby a firm look before signing out something to Trixie. Jazz barely was able to catch on to what had been said.
Trixie let out a chirping laugh at her creator's 'words', and Emma couldn't help but cuddle her little creation.
Meanwhile, in Emma's mind, Allie had calmed down and started whispering truths to the girl. Ratchet was still chuckling at the whole daddy dilemma when, suddenly, one of his scans picked up an oddity in the room. The medic's smile disappeared as he turned his head to the female in Jazz's hand; Emma's heart rate had just increased.
Jazz was also looking down, still waiting for a reply, when Emma quietly gasped. The girl barely had time to grab at her chest before a small explosion of sparks came out of her body, causing her to light up like a Christmas tree. Yet, just as quickly as the attack came, it was done, the small girl falling limp into Jazz's hand like a rag doll.
Yet, it seemed Emma wasn't alone in the spark's effects. The sparks quickly danced through Trixie and went up Jazz's arm like a body-less rattle-snake. Jazz could merely stand there, his systems now buzzing with all the extra electricity, like shocked child who was uncertain as of what to do. During this time, Ratchet gently came forward and collected the small girl up, patting Jazz on the shoulder as he stepped away.
It didn't take long for the medic to start to scan her again. Letting out a soft breathe of relief, Ratchet looked up at the others.
"She's fine…she was just discharging some excess energy. She'll do that for awhile before she gets balanced again. In the meantime…she stays in the base. No adventures or outside excursions until the discharges are over. We don't need a Decepticon catching wind of that in an open area. Really, the last thing we need is that," Ratchet stated, and Optimus nodded in agreement.
Slowly sitting up, and putting a hand on her head in a dizzy manner, Emma looked between the two with a mixture of confusion on her face. Yet, his confusion was quickly replaced by an annoyed look. Ratchet gave her a confused look in return, uncertain. Luckily, Jazz caught on and quickly scooped her out of Ratchet's hands with Trixie.
But, as she was moved from one perch to another, the young girl couldn't help but feel something shift under her shirt. Reached up, Emma touched her Allspark necklace before following it down to feel the shard that was melted into the chain. A look of confusion covered her face as she started to pull it up to stare at it. With careful ease, she turned it over, feeling Allie's confusion as well.
It was smaller. The girl didn't know if she should be glad that no one else had noticed this yet or not.
Feeling her confusion drip through their connection, Jazz couldn't help but look down. Leisurely, he held his hand up and signed, "What's wrong?"
Unsure of what to say, Emma shrugged slightly, turning it around in the air. It was actually smaller…she could tell. Even Allie felt that it was smaller. Not knowing what to do about the situation, Emma merely shrugged it off before putting it back under her shirt, curling up in Jazz's hand.
"All right, back to your respective beds. Now!" Ratchet ordered, taking Emma and putting her onto her medbay bed before shooing Jazz over to his.
"I'm not releasing you two till I'm satisfied!" he stated.
Jazz gave him a kicked puppy look to the medic. Jazz hated being in the medbay. It was the worst possible torture in the world. Yet, it probably wasn't as nasty as the look on Ratchet face as he slowly leaned over the shorter mech.
"Go. To. Sleep," Ratchet stated, glaring slightly.
Emma merely grinned at her bond's whiny nature before curling up into her blankets like a cat, for that was how she always slept. She was tired, exhausted really, so she'd worry about shirking necklaces later.
End Chapter
Jen- Yes…it would be nice to have Emma normal.
Bella Cordilia- Yes…hopefully she hasn't.
Hope and Love- Oh, thank you!