I'd like to thank ya'll for not giving up on the story while I was out :) I've got until the semester starts on Jan 12th to get as far as I can through the next movies! It's good to be back to writing! XOXO

For anyone that cares, this one is written to the 'Great white- Rock me'

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, as much as I wish it were true. Amy and Kayla are MINE! :)

On with the show!

The darkness engulfed our forms in silence, but we could feel one another easily enough. His consciousness brushed against mine and I could feel his hands upon my shoulders.

I sat on Jazz's abdomen plates as his chest sat open before me. For me and me alone. The thought made me smile and his spark beat against my chest in anxiousness. I had to move his spark from my chest to his own in order to start the process. The problem is, I don't know what's going to happen when I do. "Last time, this hurt a lot..." I whispered, worried.

'It doesn' matter. It has to be done.'

Doubt still lingered in my mind as I fiddled with the chain around my neck. I didn't want this to be more painful than it absolutely had to be. I felt Jazz's hand upon my own and his relaxed state 'We made it this far. Let's finish it.'

Nodding in agreement, I took in a steadying breath and carefully slipped the chain from around my neck. Jazz's mind left my own and I panicked slightly. There was no pain, but the Matrix of Leadership burned a white hot before me. Something told me I needed to be swift, so I was.

I reached out and gently placed the small spark within it's chamber and positioned myself before him. With shaky hands, I reached for the Matrix. It warmed my hands like a towel right out of the dryer and I hummed. This might not be so bad.

I calmly hovered over Jazz's chassis and felt the warmth from the matrix envelop my front.

I pushed myself lower to Jazz's spark and touched the Matrix to my chest, right above the heart. Blinding pain erupted behind my eyes and I let out a moan of agony.

Optimus walked into his new office and his optics roamed the quaint office. It was lacking in space, but it would do for the small amount of time he would be spending in it. His fingers brushed against the Cybertronain styled chair and he smiled lightly. He had to hand it to the twins, Skids and Mudflap could sure craft some fine furniture.

A hand grasped his own and he turned slightly to look at Elita1. Her blue optics were set on his own and a small smile adorned her flawless face. His sparkmate. He squeezed her hand gently and let go so he could pull her into an embrace. The night of his revival, he had promised to manage his time with his duties better. He needed to stay by his spark mate while her spark healed from the damage of his temporary offlining.

When they'd asked Ratchet about it, he had mentioned that if it had waited another night she would have been gone. Her spark was covered in small fractures that weakened her strength. He could feel it through their bond.

Optimus kissed the top of her helm and smiled "Let's return to berth."

She offered no resistance as he pulled her behind him back to their room. Their frequent spark merging was as much for him as it was for her. She took some of the pain away with each merge, clearing his thoughts and taking the heavy weight from his spark. He had shared with her how he killed the Fallen, how he had ripped the mech's face off and thrust his servos through his chassis. No mercy, no regret. It scared Optimus that he might become as heartless as the decepticons they were fighting.

'But, that's why Primus made spark mates.'

Light flashed around me as I came around. The pain had lessened and I was floating in dark area resembling space. Only, the things I thought were stars, were actually fragments of Jazz's memory. Giant glowing crystalline shards of all colors and various sizes. The different facets held new pieces of memories which shifted as they turned, flashing from the light of a distant, unseen star.

I took in all of the different fragments, noticing some were much smaller than others. I floated to the first large one as it turned slowly in lazy circles. It was Jazz as a younging, playing some sort of kickball with others. He was smiling from audio receptor to audio receptor as he scored the goal and the other younglings cheered him on.

Flash

He was older now, dancing at a club as he showing off his smooth moves to nobody in particular. His mind was completely focused on the music as it beat through his chassis. I gasped and smiled as I could feel his excitement and happiness as if it were my own.

Flash

He was attacking cons left and right with ease, his aim precise as he defended a smaller silver mech. 'Stampede...' His name passed through my mind like a younger mech looked tired, worn, and frustrated.

Flash

Torture, never ending torture. He felt his chassis being cut away as he hung from the ceiling. Stampede was tied and held by the head, forced to watch Jazz get the slag beat out of him. When the strange creature was done with the torture he cut the ropes and allowed Jazz to hit the floor painfully.

Flash

Things took a deep turn, I felt Jazz's burning anger and sorrow plummet as he was forced to watch as that strange creature ripped into one of his team mates. They had been warned, shoot Stampede or watch him die by the creature's own hands. Jazz gripped his blaster angrily as he fought to control his rage. None of them could make themselves do it. Another mech, a yellow one, groaned as he lifted his own blaster. A resounding shot was heard, and the silver mech knew no more.

Flash

Jazz cycled deeply as they stared at the retreating warship from the small orange planet. They were safe now, because of Stampede. The mech beside him frowned "We should go down into the history files, Inferno."

"Oh?" The red mech questioned, not taking his eyes off the warship.

Prowl shuttered his optics "We could be called, the Magnificent 6. The only ones to survive Megadeath to tell of it."

Jazz growled, his spark heavy with the death of Stampede "There's nothin' magnificent 'bout war."

Flash

I backed away from the fragment warily. The war was rough, I knew, but to feel it first hand was something else. I bit the inside of my lip as another fragment drifted to me. It was much smaller than the last, and inside held Optimus Prime. He was hardly recognizable as he was covered in pink paste. Behind his slightly slumping form, the same yellow mech from before raced away with a red mech. Optimus' voice sounded a warning "Sunstreaker!"

I giggled lightly, this Sunstreaker seemed to be a good character. I hope I get to meet-

"Amy."

I spun around, not noticing I wasn't alone. To my right, Jazz was floating towards me in his holoform with a small smile upon his lips. "Jazz!"

He floated within range and took hold of my wrist with a gentle grip. "Ya need to go ta those over there." He shook his head sadly "Ya don't need ta see this. These memories.."

"Um... O-okay." As we floated away from those fragments I felt a frown form on my lips. Had I done something wrong in seeing those? I didn't want to upset him by intruding on past grievances.

Jazz turned, floating backwards and pulling me to him with a soft sigh "Naw sweetspark, ya don't ave to worry." He kissed my forehead softly "One day, mebe Ah'll show ya. Yer too week to see um all. Ah've got nothin ta hide from ya."

It was like he was in my mind again and I sighed in relief and I looked up to his eyes curiously "What do I need to do, then?"

"Relax, and enjoy the ride."

Flash

Jazz stumbled out of the pod as soon as it hand landed, his body unaccustomed to the gravity. He made his way to the edge of the pit, scratching his nose with obvious pleasure. Darn those confined spaces!

Flash

I was asleep in his passenger side as Jazz played a soft tune. His sensors picked up every movement as I flipped onto my other side. He knew, without a doubt, that I was to be his spark mate. His engine shuddered lightly when I curled up and let out a shaky breath onto the seat. Jazz warmed the seat and watched as I seemed to unfurl and cuddle into the seat.

Flash

I closed the door to his backseat and smiled, I had chocolate! Jazz was looking forward to stealing a chunk then, but his thoughts came to a screeching halt when I backed up into his handles. My arse rubbed the door's crevasse as I slid down gently so I could pop the door quickly. Jazz's energon boiled and he groaned, I had no idea what I did to him. That's when he felt the face upon his roof and he gave a startled jump.

"Frag!"

Flash

I sat upon his chassis, running circles across it as I chased the fireflies with my fingertips. The movements relaxed him, almost to the point of falling asleep. When a finger brushed past his headlights though, he shivered and picked his head up to gaze at me. His cooling fans kicked on as he felt my entire body glide up his chassis slowly, tauntingly. In his processor, he groaned.

When I paused in my movements, he shifted his cheek into my hand easily, wanting to feel more. I had been thinking the same thing, as I kissed him.

If his body could get goosebumps, he would have at that moment. The pure shock that I had made the first move wracked his body and he stiffened, unsure on how to proceed. Humans show affection through the touching of lips and bodies. He gasped and immediately shifted. He needed to return the affection before it was too late!

He couldn't stop his lights from glowing brighter as he kissed me, his emergency lights blinking in uncontrolled surprise.

Flash

His body felt heavy, his stomach oddly cold as he laid on the concrete. His gaze drifted around the buildings as his visor flashed alerts of offlining. His thoughts were on a certain woman laying on his chassis, crying and trying to stem his energon flow. Jazz felt his spark break as he looked upon her. He'd never get to tell her exactly how he felt. He'd need decades of her human years just to scratch the surface of his newly formed love. He was doomed.

His heavy hands pushed her own away gently. He needed to tell her something, anything.

Flash

It was an odd sensation, floating around as a ghost inside someone's head. He watched as I broke down in hallways, bathrooms, the bedroom. I turned my head away from Kayla as she hugged me with one arm, the other outwards as she displayed her noodle mustache. Kayla had really tried to keep me going, I realized. I watched more flashes of my own sadness until it came to a stop on my body in the tub.

I was smiling lazily, Jazz's spark floating in the water with me. As much as Jazz tried to ignore it, he could literally feel and see myself washing. I blushed madly as I realized where this was going.

Flash

My eyes opened and landed on his own.

His arms released me and he smiled gently "It's done, darlin."

I looked to him in confusion, but then the pain hit me. I opened my mouth to scream, but it came back silent as the tears fell. My chest burned like I was being stabbed with a torch. I clawed at my skin and shivered as the feeling spread across my entire body, turning it an irritated pink color. I felt my bones lengthening and expanding as tremors wracked my body.

My back arched and I cried out, this time I heard my voice. It sounded close to my own, but with a metallic ring to it. Musical, beautiful even, if not for the fact it was voicing my pain.

Kayla sat upon Ratchet's shoulder, working out the last of the dents from their time in Egypt. He sat still, optics shuttered in relaxation as he felt her hands work between his sensitive wires and armor.

Kayla tipped her hat back and sighed, her eyes never leaving the offending dent "I wonder how the revival is going."

Ratchet opened one optic and tilted his head to look at her "I cannot say, we've never had this kind of thing happen before. Though, whatever is going on, it's extremely personal and intimate. It's best to not bother them until they call for us."

Kayla waved her free hand around "Yeah, yeah, I know. It doesn't hinder my curiosity, though."

Ratchet snorted lightly "Just leave them be..." Kayla opened her mouth to ask, but Ratchet cut her off again "And don't ask them about it!"

Kayla frowned "Damn, it must be pretty good if nobody is allowed to talk about it."

Ratchet's lips pulled into a smirk and his optic ridge raised "Give it time, you'll know soon enough."

Kayla blinked a few times then looked to him "Excuse me," she growled "But how long does one have to wait to get any action?"

"Didn't you get plenty in Egypt?"

"Ugh!"

My body felt heavy, bulky. There were so many different sensations that I didn't even feel like myself. My face was mashed into the harsh metal of the berth, which for some reason, was comfortable. An ever present hum filled the air as I took in deep, calm breaths.

I smelled something different, like warm candle wax. I opened my eyes.

"Yer awake."

My breathing stopped and I hastily turned over to look around the room. I placed my hand on the edge of the berth and gasped. Jazz stood before me in all his glory, his armor shining from the light of the bathroom. Just as magnificent as I remember. He stepped towards me as I slipped my feet over the side of the berth easily.

His servos landed on my hips as if to keep me on the berth and his body blocked me in. I raised my own hand to his shoulder and stared at it. My body was definitely Cybertronian now, slender and dark silver. I watched my finger joints as I opened and closed my hands... servos..

Jazz smiled at me easily "Ya did it, sweetspark."

I felt my face heat up as my body wiled itself to cry in vain. "Yeah.. we... Jazz.." I had no words for my elation, my sense of urgency to be near him. I crushed him into the tightest hug I could muster and rubbed my faceplates in his neck.

He hugged me tight to his chassis for a long moment before pulling away and his metal lips found mine. His servo cupped my cheek lovingly, trailing his thumb over what used to be cheekbones. His lips felt more human like now compared to my own new set. Something I was very very glad for. I felt my body heat up and something lightly vibrate my chest.

When he broke contact he answered "Yah ave coolin fans now. Keeps ya from overheatin, ya have to breathe to keep them going."

I nodded, taking in his words but not caring about my chassis and how it was cycling deeply to keep me going. I needed him. I twisted my servo behind his helm and pulled him back down to my waiting lips. Cybertronian kissing was much different that humans. Where humans just get the sensation and elation from themselves, Cybertronians shared feelings. I could feel his joy, his anxiousness, his arousal.

My chest rumbled in anticipation and his engine followed suit. Jazz broke away gently "We ave four days, darlin. We should get ya used to yer body first."

My chest tightened and I unknowingly growled "Then teach me how to use it... in the berth."

His visor lit up bright and his chassis rumbled "Dun tempt meh Amy."

My body shivered in delight as he trailed a gentle servo down my side. I realized then that I was already naked, in a bare protoform. His optics zeroed in on my chest and I get my face flush. His finger wandered over my spark chamber and trace a pattern there. As soon as it happened though, he was done and he kissed the spot gently. I vaguely wondered if his anatomy was similar to a humans... I ran my servo across his chest and he relaxed at the feeling. I bit my new lips as I trailed my fingers across his hips and he groaned before pulling his hips our of reach.

I huffed and pouted my lip for him. His only answer was to kiss my forehead gently and smile "First we need ta get ya in armor. Ah can't have ya runnin around naked." As he spoke, I could see his optics kept a bit of their pale color.

I rolled my optics mockingly. "Ohh... Alright, I guess."

He ran his servos along my arms before taking my own servos and helping me off the berth. I shakily stood up and took a step forward to steady myself. I could feel the center of gravity was elsewhere on my new form and my chest slowly heaved to the left awkwardly.

Jazz steadied me again and laughed heartily "Ya need ta slightly change teh way ya walk. Find yer center."

My chassis swayed a few more times in odd directions. Back and forth, left, left more, then to the right. I growled lightly and took another step, knocking off my balance once more and I crashed my helm into his chassis with a loud CLANG.

Jazz looked stunned for a moment as he took in my crumpled form on the ground. Then, he started to laugh. It was something I had missed hearing for far too long and my spark yearned for his closeness. He knelt down to help me off the ground and shook his head "Ya need ta stand before walkin'!"

He kept his servos on my hips lightly and tilted his head "Try again, love."

Kayla helped push a motorcycle up into the hangar with the three femmes. They each had a vehicle they thought Amy would like to choose as a first skin, but Kayla knew none of them would impress her best friend.

Arcee had brought a light blue and black Nissan Sentra. It would giver her starter armor until she was comfortable enough to take the form of something much faster.

Elita1 brought a purple and blue Crotch Rocket motorcycle with a dragon design across the rims and windshield. A black dragon design was painted on the fuel tank.

Chromia was possibly the best fitting with a red Porsche Boxster S.

They had the cars lined up outside the door to the hangar and all of the other Autobots had been ushered out to do... well, anything but come to the hangar. Kayla snickered as she imagined her best friend as a naked robot. She wondered lightly if Amy still had breasts.

Before her mind could take a drastic turn from her thoughts of cars, a new femme appeared from the entrance of the hangar. Her optics were wide with curiosity and nervousness. Kayla waved to the femme, knowing that there's no mistaking Amy and the way she acted when nervous. Twitchy hands, swiveling head, and body ready to flee at the first sign of danger.

Amy's optics landed on Kayla and she looked like she was letting out a sigh of relief.

Jazz's servo rested on the small of my back as he walked around the corner first "It's only teh girls an meh. Ya think they'd let Skids an Mudflap in here?"

I shook my head, but the fear was still there. There's no way I was going to be caught by those two. Or worse, Sideswipe! My body visibly bristled at the thought and I hurried around the corner with Jazz.

I fought to keep my hands in front of my chassis and what Jazz pointed out being a 'port' as I slunk my way across the hangar quickly to the waiting females. Jazz kept a comforting servo on my back as he kept his usual easy demeanor, despite the fact I was naked. His helm turned my way and he smirked. I swear I could see his amusement behind that visor.

The femmes and Kayla stood around 3 vehicles of all different forms and colors. My optics glanced over the Nissan easy enough, but the Motorcycle and Porsche... that was a tough decision. My lips turned into a slight frown as I considered my options. On one hand, the motorcycle would be small and easy to maneuver around in. It would be fast, agile, and I would have the curves. On the downside, I would have tires for feet (most likely), I wouldn't be able to easily drive around without use of a holoform, and I would get my seats wet... ew.

I eyeballed the Porsche favorably. It was a wonderful, fast car, but it didn't have the style I liked. Plus it was red, totally NOT my color.

I glanced once more at the motorcycle and shrugged.

Just as I was about to scan the vehicle as Jazz had instructed, a new voice boomed through the hangar. It caught me so off guard, I squeaked and looked away momentarily and scanned the Nissan.

"Hey! There's a party goin on in here and I'm not invited? What a load of crap!"

Can anyone guess the mech?! :D Till next time readers, I promise it won't take as long! XOXO