Fireflies Chapter 18: White and Blue, a transformers fanfic

Hey guys, I still live! I've been writing a small bit each week and refining this chapter to make it long and perfect just for ya'll! (Giggity) I hope it's as good ya'll as it was for me ;)

Warning: This chapter ends with sex. It adds nothing to the story so skip if you want!

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

On with the show!

Kayla woke lazily not fully opening her eyes as she stretched her limbs. Her hands touched cold metal and a shiver ran up her spine as she pulled her hand back from the railing. Finally opening her bleary eyes she realized she was still in Ratchet's cab and his holoform was nowhere to be seen.

Kayla rolled onto her side happily as she recalled the events of last night. He refused to give up on their relationship even though she couldn't provide him with either sparklings or a true bond. The thought alone was enough to warm her belly and make her toes tingle. She dozed for a few more minutes before deciding to get up from her warm comfy spot. Tiptoeing across the floor she opened his door gently and quietly and exited his sleeping form.

She wandered around the room and picked up what garments she could find and put them back on. As she slipped her pants on she heard Ratchet grumble as he started to wake up.

Kayla wandered to his hood and ran her hand down it "Good morning."

His form seemed to shake slightly as he onlined completely and sighed "Good morning, Kayla."

Kayla let out a small growl as she arced her back and let it pop then sighed in relief. "I'm sorry if I woke you, I was just gathering my clothes."

His holoform appeared next to her and he took in her still topless body with a raised eyebrow "Now why would you do a thing like that?"

He stepped closer to her and bundled her in his arms as he lightly kissed her neck. Kayla sighed and melted into the warm touch as she wrapped her arms around his torso and placed her forehead on his shoulder. Kayla silently vowed that she'd never forget just how lucky she was to have him around.

He began to kiss lower and she smiled, pulling away from him. He looked back at her with confused eyes as she explained "A few more minutes won't hurt but... I want to see the real you."

His gaze clouded over and he smirked, his body transforming beside them.

After dropping Kayla off at her room, Ratchet headed to the med bay to start the work he put off last night. He had a slight bounce in his steps now, his helm feeling less cramped and his spark lighter.

He opened the med bay doors and instantly the normal hard stare returned and his lip components set in a firm line. Sideswipe slept on the medical berth, his non attached arm drooped across his chassis, leg off the berth, and mouth open as he snored quietly.

"What in the name of Primus did you do?!" He barked as he stepped closer to his tools.

Sideswipe woke with a start and gaped at him wide optic'ed "What, huh?!"

Ratchet fingered through his tools, searching for something specific. He held up a servo in dismissal. "You know what, never mind. You probably deserved it if you pranked Ironhide again."

Sideswipe pouted "That's harsh, Hatchet." He yelped when a muttered "That's not my name." followed the wrench that indented the side of his helm.

Ratchet turned around sharply with his selected tools in servo and growled as Sideswipe continued "All I asked was for him to check out my blasters since they weren't working... How was I to know they would fire pink energon?"

Ratchet snorted "I'm sure. Now give me that arm and turn over."

I woke up groggily, my hand reaching towards the side of the bed that should have held Jazz. When I felt it cold and empty I sighed and finally onlined my optics. I had forgotten that he had put me to bed like any gentleman would, parting with me at the door and kissing me goodnight.

I sat up and swing my legs over the berthside and stretched out, yawning groggily. I blinked a few times before I went to wash my face and teeth. Only.. I found out quickly that I didn't have to anymore. I stood in the full length mirror at the end of the bathroom letting my optics gaze over my new form. I was mostly back with thin blue lines across my arms, down my breastplate to make a V shape, and across my legs.

I stuck a finger into my mouth, feeling the new teeth experimentally. It was a large curved plate, about as thick as my human arms, that formed a smooth crescent shape. I guess when you live off of liquid you don't need canines, that will take a while to get used to.

I leaned further into the mirror as I searched my new eyes and face. My optics were the same blue as all the others and my face was black with a blue line on either side of my cheeks. My face was similar to my human form, though it was longer and more feminine.

I pressed a digit into my cheeks and made a face. My skin was no longer able to be oily, my teeth don't require brushing, nor hair. There was no need for a bra or panties under the armor either, everything fit so perfect already. All I needed to do was polish my armor and take a rinsing shower. It felt different, and not in a good way. I feel like there should be more to do... Maybe I should go ask Ratchet.

After giving it a few more minutes I nodded to myself and left to the med bay. Jazz would probably still be asleep there. He decided to try to give me the most human experience with the whole 'engagement' and 'marriage' thing. He wouldn't sleep in the same room as me until the night we officially join as one spark tomorrow. Today is the day we tell all the other bots and start planning, and I was positively excited!

Finding myself before the med bay doors I placed my servo on the pad and the door hissed open. To my left Swideswipe was laying on his good side while Ratchet hovered over the now attached arm components, his optics squinted in concentration. Sideswipe was on the side that faced me, so when I walked in he smiled brightly "Good morning Amy!"

I gave a small wave "Morning. How are you feeling?"

He shrugged, earning a warning growl from Ratchet "Could be worse. Almost ready to begin the running for you two today."

Ratchet looked up from his work curiously "What running?"

I smiled lightly as Swideswipe's face lit up "Jazz and Amy are going to marry the human way! They let me pick the decorations! ME!"

Ratchet nodded to me "Congratulations then, and I'm sorry."

Sideswipe looked at him offended "Hey! I'll have you know that... Oh... what's that?"

I followed Sideswipe's gaze and I quickly blushed 3 shades of energon blue. Ratchet seemed to ignore him "I'm not falling for that, now sit still."

Sideswipe shook his head "No, I'm serious. What the hell is that thing?" He tried to turn over and was awarded with a nice conk on the head with the tool Ratchet was currently using.

"Sit still and hush, I'm almost done."

"Okay..." Sideswipe turned around slowly and stared at me with curious optics as he watched my face go from shock, to horror, then finally to barely contained laughter.

I was about to excuse myself when the curtain to Jazz's berth moved away and he stepped out with a yawn "Wah's goin on in here? Ya'll are so loud Ah couldn' get mah beauty sleep."

Ratchet glared at him "Yes, we all know how much you need that.""

Jazz huffed "Wah's got ya in such a bad mood, man?" His gaze rested on Ratchet's shoulder "An... wah's that on your shoulder?"

Ratchet tightened the bot on Sideswipe's arm a bit too tight, causing the silver mech to yelp in pain "That's it! Would you three just stop talking?! Better yet, go get some energon and leave me in peace while I finish this fragger."

That's when Jazz noticed me in the corner and smiled "Mornin sweet spark."

My head bowed lightly and I smiled back "Morning Jazz... I guess I'll get my first taste of energon today, huh?"

He smiled and walked towards me, laying his servo on my shoulder and guiding me out. Before he could say anything Sideswipe called out "Pick the high grade! OW!"

As soon as the door closed behind us, I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned against the wall and broke down into a hysterical laughter, energon forming in my optics as I held my chassis.

This was too rich!

Kayla hummed to herself pleasantly as she moved about her bathroom. Spraying on her normal perfume and aligning her hat atop her head. A knock at the door distracted her and she set down the perfume bottle and made her way to the door. Thinking it might be Ratchet coming to get her again, she straightened her outfit even though it was just put on and calmly opened the door.

Kayla was startled and fell back a few steps at the new face that took up the entire doorway.. Well, optic. Amy giggled "Knock knock!"

Kayla fumed a minute, then smiled lightly "Not funny! I'm not used to... well, you!"

Amy winked at her friend "I know, me either." Amy backed up as Kayla exited the door. "Jazz and I were on the way to get some breakfast but first.. I wanted to let you know that you might want to go check on medbay. Just maybe."

Kayla raised an eyebrow and looked between the kneeling Amy and Jazz standing behind her. She crossed her arms slowly. "Ok, what did you or Sides do?"

Amy lifted her hands up "Nothing, I swear!" At Kayla's disbelieving snort Amy continued "I mean it, Ratchet won't believe it when we tell him something. We're trying to save you both from embarrassment."

Kayla tapped her foot impatiently, her thoughts whirling. What could be embarrassing to them that...

At Kayla's obvious confusion Amy sighed "I'll give you a hint: It's red and lacy."

Instantly Kayla's thoughts halted, a cold feeling bottomed in her stomach and she tried to gasp for air in her sudden change to embarrassed rage. "NO!"

Amy backed up from her best friend with a nervous laugh "We tried to tell him, but he's stubborn! Even Sides tried to tell h-"

"SIDESWIPE SAW IT TOO?!" Kayla screeched.

Amy backed up some more as she rubbed her sensitive audios. "Um... Maybe...?"

"UGH!" Kayla instantly stormed away with her hands in fists and her face tomato red. Could this day get any worse?

Amy and Jazz looked to one another after Kayla had turned the corner with wide optics. Amy snorted, and that was all it took for the two to erupt into laughter once more.

Kayla literally punched the button to open the med bay doors, never breaking her stride and she stormed in. She was embarrassed that it had been seen, angry that her friend couldn't get the bra off Ratchet, and slightly curious how she neither of them had noticed it was there.

She came to a halt inside the med bay, her eyes roaming the room before she felt her heart drop.

Ratchet wasn't there.

Jazz came back to the table with two of this glowing pink/orange substance in Cybertronian sized cups. He handed one to me and I couldn't help but stare into the shifting colors with a slight turning of the stomach. This was not what I expected when he said energon, I was expecting the blue substance they leaked when hurt, not this... unicorn piss.

I must have been staring at it for a while, for Jazz moved his face closer to mine trying to draw my attention. "Ah promise there's no bugs in it."

I blinked my optics, looking at him then back at the color changing drink "I um... Is this energon?"

Jazz tilted his head "Ah wouldn' be givin ya anythin else, yet. Why do ya ask?"

I ignored his 'yet' remark and wrinkled my nose "Why is it rainbow colored instead of blue?"

Jazz shrugged, he was about to comment with a familiar voice told me "Energon comes in three forms. The first is our lifeblood, the second is pure energy for consumption, and the last is for crystallized particles used as money."Optimus walked by with his own energon in servo, sitting down in the free space across from us. "We call those Creds."

"Hi Optimus!" I smiled

"Hey there, Prime."

He nodded to the both of us "I see you are taking well to your new form. How do you feel?"

I shrugged "It's good, but I don't know what to do or how I even work yet..." I gazed at the energon cup "Does it taste bad?"

Optimus swallowed his drink before responding "I have been trying to place the taste based off of what the World Wide Web says, I believe it is similar to apples."

I smiled at his choice of wording then eyed the energon pensively, watching the colors churn and wave within it's confines.

Jazz started to chuckle "If ya wait too long it'll get cold. Shit's not good when cold."

I blinked at it a few more times before I gave in and brought the concoction to my lips and nose. It smelled just as Optimus stated, but I was still not quite sure. As I started to sip it slowly, the taste became quite apparent... Most definitely apple!

"It's not so bad, is it sweet spark?" Jazz nudged

"No it's... AHH!"

Optimus quirked an optic ridge at my outburst, but I couldn't see. I wasn't looking at him though, my vision was filled with stats and percentages that were a neutral blue color.

"What's all this writing on my eyes? Why do I see numbers?" I grasped the table and heard the energon cup clatter to the floor.

"Hey, calm down, It's ok." Jazz soothed, grasping my right servo in his and placing his other on my shoulder. "It's jus your body tellin ya what ya need."

"How do I make it go away?" I asked desperately as I tried to look around me. I couldn't see much around the numbers, but I could make out Jazz's visor and the red of Optimus.

"In normal Cybertronian bodies, the sparklings will just learn how to as they grow. It is not something that can be taught, unfortunately." Ratchet's voice startled me and I blindly looked towards where I thought his voice was coming from.

"So, I'm stuck like this?" I whimpered. I knew I had a bad feeling about the unicorn piss.

"No, no." Ratchet muttered "It will fade away in a few nano clicks. For now though, keep drinking."

Optimus stood up "Ratchet, may I speak with you in my office when you are finished here?"

Ratchet shook his head "I was actually here to talk to you."

Optimus nodded scooted his chair under the table "Understood. I will see you two later."

My vision started to clear just as I saw the retreating backs of the two mechs.

I looked to Jazz only to find he was already staring at me intently. I smiled back and traced my fingers across his own. With his free servo he scooted his half full glass towards me. "Ya heard the doc, keep drinkin till you're at 100%."

I glared at the substance once again before starting the process all over.

Two energon cubes and an hour later I was starting to feel different. I felt stronger, like I could run for hundreds of miles and still be ready for more. Jazz and I had since left the rec room and began our search for certain mechs and femmes. I went to the femme's rooms while Jazz took off towards the training room and monitor room.

I knocked on Arcee's door lightly and waited for her patiently, but she never appeared. I knocked once more just to be sure, then left for Elita and Optimus' room.

Again, I knocked lightly. "Elita?" I called.

This time, I was awarded with giggling. With not so much as a warning, the door opened and I was grabbed by at least two pairs of hands and sucked inside the sweet pea scented room.

Jazz stood by Blaster and Ironhide as the latter crossed his arms over his chassis, raising an optic ridge. "And you decided this because...?"

Jazz let out an exasperated sigh. Why did Ironhide have to be so.. him? "Ah figured doin' a mix of both would be good for her. Ah can tell she was excited 'bout it."

Blaster smiled "I'll make the best wedding DJ ever, I promise!"

Jazz nodded thankfully to his friend "Thanks Blasta, Ah knew ya wouldn' let meh down."

Ironhide seemed to come to a decision and nodded to Jazz, who waited with baited breath. He finally sighed "Alright. I'll help you with this."

Jazz practically bounced on his heels "Alrigh!"

Ironhide turned to stalk away from the room, waving as he left without turning around. "I'll see you guys tonight, then."

Blaster looked to Jazz and smiled "I'll get the tracks made up. Come see me tonight and go over them, make sure you like everything."

Jazz smiled back "Ah'll see ya in 9 joors."

I fell into a pile of feminine giggles, hints of sweet perfume I'd never smelled before, and a very soft carpet. I looked wide eyed at all three femmes who were sitting back down into their circle on the floor. Elita and Chromia were both seating themselves on either side of me, I assumed they were the ones that had dragged me into the room.

Arcee sat before me with a knowing smile upon her lips as she leaned towards me, placing her small servo on her leg. "Sooo..." She began.

I blinked "Um.."

Chromia snorted a laugh and Elita smiled at me in a motherly way "We want to know how it went. Is everything okay?"

"With...?" I played the dumb card. I hoped they weren't talking about my...

Chromia snorted "Your bonding! Are you guys official or what?!"

I hung my head in a sigh. Of course they wanted to know! "Well, you see.."

Arcee raised a servo lightly off the floor as she gasped "You didn't!"

"I.. ACK," I began to speak, but Chromia shoved me lightly "Hey!"

"Why not!?" Arcee demanded.

"I- I don't know!" I squeaked "We talked about bonding tomorrow night, he wanted me to have a wedding."

The girls were quiet for a moment as they looked up the terms associated, then their mouths popped into 'O's.

I continued nervously "I was actually wondering if I could get ya'lls help with this."

Elita looked to me with a small frown starting to form "Are you both sure about waiting? If there enough time?"

I nodded to her slightly "Yeah, we have til the next morning. We'll be cutting it close."

Arcee was the first to squeal in delight, her optics a bright blue "Of course we would! Oh my Primus this will be awesome!"

I looked to the other femmes, who had the same bright eyed and smiling faces. Chromia stared up at the ceiling dreamily "I remember when Ironhide and I bonded..." She seemed lost in her thoughts for a few moments before her face lit up "It was probably the most romantic and embarrassing time I've ever had."

We all broke into giggles as she recounted his less than graceful attempt to woo her. I couldn't imagine the gruff mech buying Chromia energon treats and going out dancing. He had really tried to pamper her, but he soon found she was just as happy with a cup of high grade and a shooting range.

Gossiping aside, I found out just how similar a wedding is to the bonding ceremony Cybertronians have. The big differences are that in Cybertron, the bondees are completely unaware of what their chosen designers are doing. The plans, colors, food, and drinks are all handled by the selected friends while the bondees are polished and pampered. There is no giving away a daughter like with humans, the bondees walk hand in hand to the front of the room and are tied at the wrist with a string. They are allowed to give comments to one another, like vows, then they listen to their friends as they comment on the new relationship.

Elita's servo on my arm brought me back and I had found I had spaced out with a small frown. She tilted her head with a questioning look and I sighed "Part of the wedding ceremony is where the father walks his daughter down the isle... I guess I figured my parents would be at my wedding. I can't very well have them show up and see me like... this..."

I looked to Elita with an apologetic look and Arcee huffed "Like this?" She motioned my new body "Honey, you're beautiful no matter what they'd think."

I shook my head "No, I meant... Seeing me for the first time in a few years. Hey mom, I turned into an alien after Easter... Oh and guess what? I'm also marrying an alien tomorrow! Surprise!"

Chromia snorted a laugh "She's lucky that you are bonding with Jazz and not the twins."

Arcee shuddered "Ahh! Don't say things like that!"

"Twins?" I questioned.

Chromia smiled at me then "If you think Sideswipe is bad alone you'll have your hands full when he's around his twin."

Elita hummed "Yes, the terror twins Sideswipe and Sunstreaker."

I blinked "Ah.. I remember seeing him in a memory of Jazz's.. A yellow mech, right?"

Arcee looked to me slyly "Why yes... Are you telling me you guys actually have bonded?!"

I scratched my head "No, but when I revived him with the matrix I was given glimpses into his past."

"Can you feel him? With your spark, can you feel his presence within you?" Elita questioned.

I shook my head "No, this is different than when his mind was molded into mine. I feel empty.."

There was a moment of silence before Chromia bumped me again "Come on, let's go get the preparations ready."

I smiled lightly before being pulled up and into a linked arm hold with Arcee. She looked at me with bright optics and smiled "So, tell us what colors you love!"

Jazz nodded with the beat of the music as Blaster played various assortments for him. Jazz was thankful at this time for Blaster's exceptional taste in music. Blaster was always able turn the tide of the crowd and leave them wanting more when he played back in Cybertron for the local bar. He hasn't changed a bit. This knowledge made Jazz smile through his fingers as his pede tapped the air from his cross legged position on the mech's couch.

The track was perfect, though it was missing one final touch. Jazz voiced his opinion to some songs but he wanted one specific song to be on there for him. He wanted to make this night special, he wanted to show Amy just how much he feels towards her before they complete the bond. He could feel her slightly thanks to her meddling around with his memories when she revived him. Not that he blamed her, she wasn't aware of how it was affecting him. When he was close to her he could feel a very faint buzz of emotions through, but nowhere near as much as it will be once they are fully bonded.

His optics drifted shut as Blaster shifted the music to another song, awaiting Jazz's nod or shake of the helm. Jazz recalled his hesitation in bonding when asking her to do this the human way. The thought of bonding had never crossed his mind, then this little bug of a species held THE one. The only one that could make him fall to his knees and beg for her love like a Cyber Hound.

He was nervous, and he hoped it hadn't shown too much. He didn't want his Amy thinking he was reconsidering the match. His Amy. No longer the breakable fleshie that he worried over, always afraid to hurt her if he moved the wrong way. She was now a beautiful, sleek femme. One that, if given the right alt mode, could keep up with him and his ever changing ways. His spark pounded painfully in his chassis at the mere thought of ever loosing her. No, he'd keep her safe for as long as his energon pumped. Even in the Well he mused.

Blaster changed the song again and Jazz shook his head "Nah, not that one." Jazz uploaded a song into a packet and sent it to Blaster. Said mech listened to the beat and nodded his approval before adding the song to their track.

Tomorrow will be perfect.

Kayla stormed up to Optimus' office with a red puffy face. Her eyes stung with unshod tears of embarrassment. It seemed as if Ratchet was intentionally avoiding her as every time she got where he was suppose to be at, he was gone again! She had to face a new person in every new room as ask directions.

They'd give her his whereabouts, albeit with a snicker and a twinkle in their eyes.

She pounded on the human sized door. She hadn't meant to knock so hard, but at this point she just didn't give a frag. A muffled 'Enter' came from inside and she burst into the room, blazing eyes searching.

There, that familiar yellow form with a shock of red hanging from his right shoulder bar. She pointed at him with a glare "Ratch!"

Ratchet excused himself from Optimus' conversation and closed the distance between himself and Kayla. As he reached down to pick her up lovingly, he noticed the harsh glare sent his way. Once she was eye level, he shuttered his optics and took in her haphazard appearance. "Are you okay, sweetspark? What's wrong?"

Kayla growled "You need to look at your fragging shoulder!"

Ratchet rolled his optics at her "Not you too! I'm not falling for another one of Sideswipe's pranks!" Kayla pushed herself from his hand and onto his shoulder. He followed her movements with his optics til he caught a glimpse of a red fabric. "What the..."

She unhinged the garment form his bars and held it closer to his front, where he caught a clear view. He started sputtering and coughing as Kayla snarled "I'm going to be the talk of the whole base slaggit!," she pointed a finger at his face "You need to listen when everyone tells you to look at-"

Optimus coughed then, effectively catching Kayla mid rant. Her finger still in the air, mouth open, she looked to him at the same time Ratchet glanced his way.

"We have guests." He muttered, embarrassed.

Kayla's eyes traveled to Optimus' desk, where two very unexpected figures stood.

"Oh.. frag." Kayla muttered.

Jazz and I met up later that night in the rec room. I was given very direct orders to avoid the hangar and all places close to it until tomorrow. I, for one, was glad to have such an order. The femmes were whipping around the rooms like a tornado with Sideswipe in tow as they grabbed for objects before flying back to the hangar.

It was exhausting just watching from a distance. I sighed and swirled my unicorn- I mean energon- around and glared at the substance. I still get that freaky pop up window when I drink and I have no idea how to make it go away. Jazz could only wait out my moments of blindness as I adjusted to my new life. I slammed my head into my servo as a sudden thought came to me "Crap, I forgot to tell Kayla! She's going to kill me!"

Jazz shook his head and smiled "Ah'm sure she knows by now."

"How can you be so sure all the time?" I grumbled, still thinking of all the ways I'd meet my demise by tiny hands.

He shrugged nonchalantly and took another sip of his energon. Though he didn't need it as often as I did, they still had to top off their reserves.

Arcee came back into the room, spinning with a bright blue streamer in each hand. She came to a stop next to us "We couldn't decide, so you choose!"

In her left servo she held a wavy, dark blue material with sparkles and in her right she held a baby blue with soft ruffles as an outline. My lips pulled back slightly as an automatic response to such a scary color. I quickly picked the dark blue as I glared the light blue down in a stare.

Arcee whooped and made her way back to the hangar, yelling "Dark blue! I told you!"

Jazz laughed and I smiled at the femme. To be honest my stomach was doing flip flops, I was so nervous! I was going to be bonded, married, tomorrow. It was all so sudden, then again I couldn't imagine anyone else I'd rather spend my time with.

A ping on my HUD brought my attention to a window from Ratchet: Come to med bay as soon as you can. Need to do a checkup.

I voiced what I saw to Jazz and he seemed to frown slightly "Alrigh', I guess that's importan' too."

We stood and tossed our cubes in the recycling bin "Of course it is," I commented "I'll need to know if I can have a normal Cybertronian life."

Jazz snorted "Ya? Normal?"

I laughed "Point taken!" I glanced at him as we walked side by side "I just want to make sure I have the ability to carry on with our lives after..well if this war is over."

Jazz took my servo in his and squeezed lightly in assurance "Not if, when." He corrected.

I nodded slowly, but said nothing in response. According to Optimus this war has run on for eons, how many more would they suffer through? How many eons of war will I see? I shuttered my optics and took in a steadying breath. Today is suppose to be full of enjoyment, as will tomorrow. There will be plenty of time to mull over this later, I told myself.

The doors to the medbay parted before us revealing a patiently waiting Ratchet standing before his large desk. He seemed a bit off from the looks of it. His optics trailed along the lines of whatever he was typing into the datapad as he mumbled to himself.

Jazz's lop sided smirk graced his features "Ah see ya got that shoulder thin' taken care of."

I allowed myself a snort of a laugh as Ratchet glared up from the datapad "Yes, ha ha." He growled before setting the datapad back onto the desk and motioning for me to follow. I sat on the berth he presented as he rummaged through his tools in the cabinets "Jazz, you don't have to stay in here for this. I will not be long."

Jazz pushed himself back onto the wall and crossed his arms "Nah, Ah'm good here Ratch."

That was not the answer Ratchet seemed to be looking for as he huffed and shot another glance in Jazz's direction. I gulped and frowned "Um, Jazz... Let's not poke the bear before he starts playing with my insides."

Ratchet seemed to pause a moment before he finished setting the tools on the berthside "I am not a bear."

Jazz coughed and I started to giggle. "It's just a saying... oh nevermind. What do i need to do?"

Ratchet stood before me with a disk like object with a short tube angling out from the top, "Follow the light," he instructed as he took hold of my chin. The tube on the object lit up and, just like a human doctor does, shined it into each of my optics. After a moment of two the light switched off and he took my arm in his hands. He ran his digits over my arm seams and checked the fastenings before pulling the right arm armor off. Underneath there was a thin layer of soft metal with patches seemingly cut out of the 'skin' that revealed large tubes and smaller wires. The wires attached to the armor and somewhere deep inside my arm. Ratchet sifted through those, as well as similar spots on my other arm and legs, rather quickly.

He checked off boxes on his datapad and set it back down gently, "Okay, all of that seems clear. Now I need you to open your chassis."

I blinked at him curiously "Um..? I'm not sure how to do that yet."

Ratchet spun a look at Jazz before sighing and explaining how to reach the manual override button on my HUD. Once I confirmed the action I was immediately hit with a cool, almost too cool, breeze on my chest. I looked down to see my armor had retracted sideways from my chest, pulling the protoform with it. All that was shown was what looked to be an engine with a softly glowing orb that was indented into the front of the engine. The orb reminded me of a sapphire with it's many facets and bright glow to it.

Ratchet looked over my chest with wide eyes "Primus... He worked wonders creating you." Jazz unleashed a slight growl from behind him, which either went unnoticed or ignored. I'm voting for the latter.

Ratchet seemed to shake off his momentary stupor and pull out a thin wire with a clamp on the end from the tools littered next to me on the berth. He connected it to a spot on my engine and turned the machine on. After monitoring it for a few minutes he unclamped it, recorded the data, and prodded me a bit more.

When he pulled back from my chest, the armor slammed shut quickly and the warmth returned. "How does it look, doc? Am I fully.. er... turned?" I didn't know if that was the right word for it, but nothing else came to mind at the time.

Ratchet looked over the datapad quickly and nodded "Everything seems to be perfectly fine, Amy. You have no flaws in your circuitry that I can see."

Jazz grinned at me "Like a new sparklin'."

Ratchet nodded "Indeed. You have all the parts needed to survive, and you even have an engine model I haven't seen since... well, centuries."

"The good kind?" I asked.

Again, I was awarded with a nod "Very much so. The engine you have is a 6.5 Liter V12 model. Very sleek, fast, and powerful."

Jazz's visor brightened as I smiled "Ooh.. Does that mean I can have a fast alt mode?"

Ratchet sent me a pointed look "Later on after your training is complete... yes."

I couldn't help the squeal of excitement that made it past my lips.

Later on, Jazz brought me to the door to our soon to be room and smiled charmingly at me. "One more day." He quipped.

I blushed slightly, my faceplaces taking on a blue color "Yeah.."

The smile never left his face as he cupped my chin to being my optics back to him "Are ya nervous?"

"Of course I'm nervous.."

He pressed closer, giving me a taste of his soft lips. The kiss lasted shorter that I was hoping and I mewled sadly at his retreat as he placed his hands on either side of my face "Don' be. I'll all be ova before ya know it." He pressed another kiss to my warming face "An we'll be righ' back here, ready for each other."

My spark ached at his closeness and at the anxiousness I felt for tomorrow. My breath hitched at the feeling of his body so close and his chassis rumbled approvingly. "Stay with me tonight?" I caught myself pleading. I didn't want to spend another night in a cold berth, it was hard enough not even being able to hear him in my thoughts anymore.

He pulled me close to him in a hug and kissed my audio receptor gently "One more night, sweetspark."

Nothing could have prepared me for tomorrow's surprises.

"Alright girl, now give us a spin!" Arcee cheered.

We were gathered in a small room, all of us with our holoforms on and dressed nicely. I had chosen Kayla as my maid of honor, of course. She was in a blue strapless dress with flows down a bit past her knees and her hair up in a messy bun. Her dress was chosen by Elita last night after the fiasco with the bra. I swear I still can't get that picture out of my head! Oh wait, that's because I took a picture! Ha! Being a Cybertronian had it's perks!

I realized Arcee had been talking to me, so I did a slow turn in the white silk dress they had provided. After being rudely awoken this morning by Kayla, the girls had basically shoved me into the bathroom and held me hostage all afternoon. They had instructed me to use my holoform and set about preening my form with makeup and doing my hair. Finally, after 3 hours of getting ready, they had me slither into a solid white strapless dress. The train on the back was short, maybe a foot long, and the dress was form fitting from the hips up.

"Wonderful!" Acree cheered as the pink dress she wore bounced.

I stopped spinning and faced Kayla with a huge smile. Only to find out she was at the door, leading two figures in. My eyes watered as I pulled my hands to my mouth in shock. The eyes that stared back were loving, gentle, and belonged to my mother.

Now, my parents aren't exactly what you'd call a 'normal looking' couple. While my mother had fair skin, short red hair, honey colored eyes and was just barely taller than me, my father was like the night to her day. He seemed to be permanently tanned due to working outside all his life, with dark chocolate eyes and salt and pepper hair and goatee. When he smiled the world gained a new sun, and whether that was from the intensity of his impossibly white teeth or the happiness that flowed from him, I'll never know. It also didn't help that they were 12 years apart in age. My mother was 57 and my father about to be 70 this November.

Though, I couldn't possibly love them anymore than I do.

"You look beautiful, sweetie." She murmured as she crossed the threshold of the doorway, my father close behind.

"Mo-m.." I gasped as I took off at a sprint to land in her arms. This was all too sudden, why, how? Did she- did they know?!

I must have been babbling such nonsense because she pulled away to look me in the eyes "Shhh.. It's alright, we know. Your tall red friend told us everything."

"I can't believe you're here!" I exclaimed happily as I wiped tears from below my eyes. I now needed new mascara, but who cares!

My mother laughed "We wouldn't miss this for the world!"

My father raised an eyebrow "Even if it's to an alien.." He slowly drawled the word as if testing it.

I quickly embraced him and laughed as Kayla muttered "She's always been one herself, are you surprised?"

"Hush you!" I barked.

Kayla informed me that all of this was Jazz's idea after I had told him about my disconnection with my parents. He had done some investigating and talked to Kayla before deciding to give them a call. Ironhide had been the one to go get them and bring them back to base safely, a full day's trip back and forth to the nearest airport. In short, Kayla had known about my engagement before I did!

My mother waved a hand at my father, who produced a silver box from his dress slacks. My mother opened the box and passed the container out for me to hold. Inside was a thin silver chain with a tiny dragonfly charm at the end. She took it from the box and moved around to my backside to place the necklace on my neck. It was made up of silver with interchanging pearl and diamond wings and it rested just between my collar bones.

Mom switched back to my front and smiled lovingly "That was your grandmother's. She gave this to me on my wedding day, now it's your's."

Another embrace followed, and soon we were lost in conversation, trying to catch up on so much lost time. I had a rough time telling her about the whole incident, but with the help of Kayla I got through it. I explained what I had been doing before I met with Jazz and everything afterwards. Optimus had already briefed them about how everything happened and how I got involved with Cybertronians, but I had a lot more to add from my own point of view. Especially the parts where I gave voice to what happened when he died and came back to life. Everyone in the room was already curious, why not tell them all in one mass?

I talked to my mother for what felt like an hour or so before Sides poked his head through the doorway, announcing that it was time to take our places. Once my parents had left, Kayla had to patch up my makeup before deeming me ready to go again.

It all seemed like a blur from there. Sides walked me out and to where Ratchet was waiting behind the doors to the hangar. He stood there next to my father, listening intently to something he was saying with exaggerated hand movements. My true form was parked outside the hangar so I didn't use up all my energy keeping the holoform up for the ceremony.

I walked by my alt mode and stared at my reflection. My hair was down and sent in wavy locks down my back with a simple white headpiece. I'm not much for dresses or make up, but I had to admit when I was prettier thanks to it.

There was a flurry of static close by, and when I looked Ratchet was standing there beside me. His hair was a bit neater and his beard still trimmed and neat, but now he wore a nice blue shirt under a black tux. He looked to me with a raised eyebrow as he pushed his glasses into place "Are you ready?"

"Yeah." I said, falling into place next to my father. Ratchet went to Kayla and held his arm out for her to take.

Moments later the music started.

I held my breath as I saw the gates to the hangar open. Kayla and Ratchet counted 5 seconds then started to walk. As their forms left the safety of the gates I started to realize that this was happening. This was happening!

I started to panic. What if my dress was wrong, or my makeup?! Please don't stumble! Oh, you can't walk in heals dimwit! What if-

My dad held his arm out for me to take and I paused. He looked to me expectantly, his calm demeanor soothing my ravenous thoughts. My throat was dry, I took a steadying breath.

I took his arm with a shaky hand and breathed out. My father didn't move. Instead, he stood there waiting for me to be ready. "No need to rush, take your time."

I nodded and took another deep breath. I wondered if my alt form looked funny rocking back and forth with heavy breaths. After a few more seconds, I nodded.

We started forward and then turned the corner to reveal ourselves to the entirety of the hangar.

I had to admit, this place was gorgeous! The femmes and Sides really outdid themselves with the decor and placement. Straight ahead was a long white carpet that led to the ceremony at the far end of the building. On the left side of the carpet were normal human sized tables draped with dark blue cloths with white flowers in the middle. On the right side were Cybertronian sized tables with the same decor. Blue ribbons hung from the ceilings and draped across the backs of the chairs and the front of the stage on the left wall. The lights were blue and toned down, a single white spotlight zeroed onto my father and I.

We walked slowly, my father holding up most of my weight as I struggled to keep going. My feet were heavy like they were filled with lead, my ankles wouldn't turn correctly. My spark thrummed in my chest crazily and I felt as if I'd pass out. All attention was on us. In a desperate attempt to calm down, my eyes wandered the sets of optics and eyes around me frantically. The Cybertronians sat on large metal containers in the back while the humans took up the plastic seats in the front rows. In the front, Optimus stood with his hands behind his back, his holoform's head bowed in a way that suggested he was talking to Jazz.

I finally set my eyes on Jazz.

All of my anxiety and nervousness vanished, replaced by a yearning to be at his side. He was in a white tux with a blue shirt underneath. His cool blue eyes stared at my advance in wonder and love. He nodded to me slowly and I could almost hear him telling me to take it easy.

I held my head up and wobbled closer to the front. We were now passing the human section, another 20 yards to go. I took a glance at Kayla who smiled at me widely, encouraging me to not panic.

We reached the point where my father would give me away, and he stopped. Jazz came forward to take me from his grasp. I was holding an arm on both men when my dad didn't let go. He paused a moment and whispered to Jazz. There was a silent moment before Jazz smiled brightly at my father. There was a chuckle from my father and he let go.

Jazz and I looked to one another before walking up the two stairs that separated us form the altar. My hand was shaking on his arm from nervousness, gripping it tightly and grounding myself with it. Jazz placed a steadying hand over mine as if he knew what I was feeling and what I needed.

We stood before Optimus' holoform where we dropped our arms to simply hold my right hand in Jazz's left. Optimus looked to us both and began speaking in their native language. It sounded almost like a prayer, muttered and personal between the three of us. He placed a blue string around our joined hands as he did so. Optimus only spoke for a few minutes, but within those last few moments I could feel something different. A charged energy of some sort that encompassed us.

Jazz dipped his head to Optimus once he was done speaking. Optimus embraced us both before holding up our joined hands. "Til all are one!" He boomed.

The Cybertronians stood and placed a hand over their spark, repeating the saying, "Til all are one!"

It was over. Jazz took my face in his free hand and kissed me fully. The sweet tang of metal and his own unique taste set my spark into fits. There were cat calls form some of the soldiers and a cough from my father when we went longer than needed. When we pulled back Jazz stared into my eyes with a new fire in them and a sheepish grin upon his lips, one that I gladly returned.

Then we turned to face the crowd as the comments and well wishes began. They were similar to toasts anyways, just a lot shorter. Optimus laid a hand on our shoulders and waited til the comments and congratulations stopped. One of which had my mother sputtering "May your fights always be finished in the berth!" The room erupted into laughter and I groaned in embarrassment. Thanks Hound, really.

The room's music and demeanor suddenly changed as Blaster took to the area just to the right of the stage "Alright dudes, let's get this party started! Catering is served on the human side, high grade for the bots on the right. Karaoke starts in a groon!"

At the confused murmurs Blaster scratched his head "Um.. 1 hour." He clarified.

Kayla instantly took off her shoes once the ceremony was complete and shoved them under the table that was set up for her to sit with Amy at. She then went to Amy's parents and helped seat them at the closest human table to Amy before going to get some food. The catering was amazing, courtesy of the bases' chefs. They had BBQ brisket and chicken, potatoes, beans, salad, and a large cake.

Kayla glanced to Amy and smiled, her friend was growing up so fast. Wasn't it just a year ago they were both bachelorettes just looking for some fun? How odd of a twist to have put them in this situation. Amy was already being handed glasses of high grade and instant refills if she so much as took a drink. Before she could get more than a few mouthfuls, she was being dragged back by Elita and Chromia who wanted wedding pictures (in both forms) to 'keep the tradition'.

Kayla laughed heartily and continued to pick out her food then sit down at her own table. She climbed the ladder set up just for her to get onto the table top.

She glanced to the stage where Blaster and Sides was already setting up for karaoke.

After being shoved around and led to do different pictures and being handed this odd version of energon, I was being pulled away for more pictures. My mother wanted plenty to show off to her friends, preferably ones without aliens, or rather their Cybertronian bodies. After the pictures I was handed another drink before being whisked off to cut the cake. Elita kept my feet moving in the right direction while ushering Jazz where we needed to go. She was definitely becoming the mother hen.

The large three layer cake towered above my holoform's head, high enough that we had to get a step stool just to cut the darn thing. I had to get Jazz to aim our knife seeing as I was already starting to feel the effects of that strange version of energon... High grade, was it? It's a shame I didn't get to eat the cake though, it looked delicious! Chocolate inside on two of the layers, the middle one being vanilla, all covered in white chocolate. It even had a little Autobot symbol on the top in red icing.

It was a tease and that's all!

Music started to play in the background and I glanced to the stage. It wasn't time for the dance already, was it? I was led to the dance floor by my mother where my father stood, his arm outstretched to take my hand in his. I wanted to slap myself for forgetting one of the important parts: The father daughter dance, of course!

I smiled at my father and walked towards him as the song "My Girl' by the Temptations played on the speakers. His arm encircled my waist and our fingers intertwined on our opposite hands, my free hand going to his shoulder. We danced slowly, spinning in lazy circles and enjoying the slow time we were allowed. Our feet moving in rhythm to the beat of the song.

Dad looked down at me and his smile lit up the area between our bodies "You look beautiful, Amy."

I flushed a light pink "Thanks Dad."

He glanced out at the crowd watching us and then met my eyes again "He's a good match for you." He commented.

I blinked, then stared at him wide eyed as he continued "You shouldn't be surprised, you know as well as I do that love takes all forms," He spun me in a wide circle outwards, then back into his arms "At first I didn't know how to react, he is alien after all." He shrugged "I talked to... what's his name.. Optimas? Otimus? Anyways, he explained the type of bond you two share."

I held my breath as he talked, we were never really open about my relationships before. No matter what kind of guy I dated he was never pleased. They were always too much of something. I was just waiting for him to make that one comment...

"After talking with Jazz alone, I've come to see that he's just head over heels for you. It's.. impressive, the depth of which they can feel love."

I looked to him hopefully as he smiled "I approve."

I quickly gathered him into my arms as the song concluded and laughed "I had hoped you would."

His approval meant a lot more to me than it should have, given that I'd be with Jazz with or without it, but the fact that he actually approved of my choice was bewildering and fulfilling.

He winked at me before we pulled away from one another and I was pulled into an embrace with Jazz. He had heard the entire conversation and was very pleased, if his grin was anything to go by.

Another song started and we danced our first couple's dance to 'Wonderwall' by Oasis. The entire song we didn't speak, just stared into one another's eyes. He had a hint of mischief rolled up in there somewhere and I was curious as to what he had planned. He waggled his eyebrows at me suggestively and I laughed, it seemed nothing could be serious with this mech. I'd just have to wait and see what he had up his sleeve.

As soon as the song ended he came in for a kiss but was interrupted as soon as our lips touched by significantly louder music than what was on previously. It came on so suddenly that I about had a spark attack.

Sideswipe was first up on the karaoke, his voice surprisingly on key. His hips and neck moved in time to the beat as if he had been the one to write the song himself.

I'm bringing sexy back
Them other boys don't know how to act
I think you're special, what's behind your back?
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack.

I rolled my eyes with a laugh, of course he'd pick that song. Once Jazz and I made it back to our table we deactivated our holoforms and sat on the table next to Kayla. That food smelled heavenly, my mouth watered and I took another swig of high grade. It tastes similar to the regular, but this one is flavored cherry. It was nowhere near enough to satisfy my true wants, that cake for example, but it did the job.

Once Sideswipe was done with his song he dropped the mic with attitude, a nod of the helm and arm outstretched.

Everyone laughed and let the next group go up. It was a group of soldiers whose leader pointed to us "This song we're dedicating to you both, congratulations!" The man in the front cleared his throat and began, his group of three other men following the chorus.

Ain't another woman that can take your spot my-

If I wrote you a symphony,
Just to say how much you mean to me (what would you do?)
If I told you you were beautiful
Would you date me on the regular (tell me, would you?)
Well, baby I've been around the world
But I ain't seen myself another girl (like you)
This ring here represents my heart
But there's just one thing I need from you (say "I do")

Once they were done everyone clapped and cheered, shouts and wolf howls called out to them. They must be the heart throbs of the human side. Once they were off stage Blaster started to load another song.

Jazz's holoform appeared up front then, his sexy smirk lighting his face as he looked to me with a raised eyebrow. My spark stopped and I took a deep swig from my high grade just to try to get my mind processing again. When the music started it took all I had to not cry. He had remembered.

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
And sooner or later it's over
I just don't wanna miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's meant to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I wiped at the coolant that was starting to form on the sides of my optics as I recalled that entire road trip. More importantly, that morning he had woken me up with that song. I didn't realize at that time how true those lyrics rang true. Every single one. As if it was made for the two of us. My spark thrummed in my chest as I though about the mech I loved, his wonderful attitude, his laugh, his voice!

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's meant to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am

The crowd burst into cheers and I clapped with them, keeping my hands close to my mouth.

Jazz took a bow with his charming grin and winked in my direction. "Care ta join meh for one?"

Now, I've had a lot of energon, but now enough to make me want to- ACK! Arcee snuck up behind me and pushed me forward out of my seat and towards the stage. The soldiers in the crowd started to chant "Do it! Do it!"

I sighed, turned back to my table, took another swig of high grade, and then nodded. I was awarded by cheers and whistles as I onlined my holoform and made my way to the stage.

Jazz offered his hand to me once I got closer and I gladly accepted it as I hiked my dress up to get over the last step. We crossed the stage and the music started before he had even arrived in the middle. I laughed at the ridiculousness of the song, but at the same time it was unfortunately one of my favorites that I couldn't pass up on singing. I blame Kayla for this one. I shot her a look as she winked and cheered with the crowd.

Just shoot for the stars if it feels right
And aim for my heart if you feel like it
Take me away and make it okay
I swear I'll behave

You wanted control so we waited
I put on a show now we're naked
You say I'm a kid my ego is big
I don't give a shit and it goes like this

Take me by the tongue and I'll know you
Kiss me 'til you're drunk and I'll show you all the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger

I don't need to try to control you
Look into my eyes and I'll own you with them moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger

Baby it's hard when you feel like
You're broken and scarred
Nothing feels right, but when you're with me
I make you believe that I've got the key

Jazz stared at me as he sung his parts, his words making images in my head pop up against my will. Well, maybe not entirely against my will..

Oh, so get in the car we can ride it
Wherever you want get inside it
And you want to steer, but I'm shifting gear
I'll take it from here oh yeah yeah and it goes like this

Take me by the tongue and I'll know you
Kiss me 'til you're drunk and I'll show you all the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger

I don't need to try to control you
Look into my eyes and I'll own you with them moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger

I instantly got wolf calls as I started my part of the song. I wasn't really a good singer at all, but this new body made my voice sound... okay. As in, not quite glass shattering anymore, but still to the point where you want to claw your eardrums out if I went anywhere near a soprano note. Thankfully for everyone present, this song was my favorite for a reason.

You want to know how to make me smile
Take control, own me just for the night
But if I share my secret you're gonna have to keep it
Nobody else can see this

So watch and learn I won't show you twice
Head to toe, ooh baby, rub me right
But if I share my secret you're gonna have to keep it
Nobody else can see this

And it goes like this

Take me by the tongue and I'll know you
Kiss me 'til you're drunk and I'll show you all the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger

I don't need to try to control you
Look into my eyes and I'll own you with them moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger

Everyone in the crowd cheered louder and Kayla laughed and clapped along with them. Oh yeah, that one was all her fault.

Jazz led me in a bow before the crowd and I made to leave, but another hand gripped my own. My eyes widened in surprise as Kayla held me back with a wicked grin.

Kayla held onto Amy's hand and pulled the younger woman back to the middle of the stage and away from her new husband.

Before Amy could protest Kayla snapped "You did this at mine, payback as promised!"

As soon as the song started up Amy's face went pale and she cursed. Kayla's following laugh sounded similar to that of a serial killer about to get his wish come true. As such, she started the first words. Amy sputtered a moment before following along.

This is what a woman wants

Any man of mine better be proud of me
Even when I'm ugly he still better love me
And I can be late for a date that's fine
But he better be on time

Any man of mine'll say it fits just right
When last year's dress is just a little too tight
And anything I do or say better be okay
When I have a bad hair day

And if I change my mind
A million times
I want to hear him say
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah I like it that way

They two-stepped to the beat, motioning to each other and the crowd constantly as the crowd cheered and clapped. Every time they said 'Yeah' they waved their hands for everyone to join in.

Any man of mine better walk the line
Better show me a teasin' squeezin' pleasin' kinda time
I need a man who knows, how the story goes
He's gotta be a heartbeatin' fire breathin'
Breathtakin' earthquakin' kind
Any man of mine

Whoo!

Well any man of mine better disagree
When I say another woman's lookin' better than me
And when I cook him dinner and I burn it black
He better say, mm, I like it like that yeah

And if I change my mind
A million times
I want to hear him say
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah I like it that way

Whoo!

Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I like it that way

At this part they held hands and began to cheer and step to the song's instructions.

You gotta shimmy shake
Make the earth quake
Kick, turn, stomp, stomp, then you jump
Heel to toe, do si do
'Til your boots want to break
'Til your feet and your back ache
Keep it movin' 'til you just can't take anymore
Come on everybody on the floor
A-one two, a-three four
Hup two, hup whoo
If you want to be a man of mine, that's right
This is what a woman wants
Wanna be a man of mine

By the end of the song they were both breathing hard and grinning like madmen. The hangar erupted into cheers and wolf calls as the two women took a bow and hugged one another before walking off stage.

The rest of the celebration passed quickly. Lots of high grade and beer was consumed that night, lots of men and bots had to be up early the next morning for work, but nobody cared.

When Jazz and I left (More like he carried me!) there were calls and howls erupting throughout the hangar, most of which came from the bots. Particularly Blaster, Hound, and Sides.

While we had been at the wedding, someone had placed a string with white spray painted cans in an arc across the door top of our room. On the door were the words "Just Married!" and below that in red, slightly smaller print "Disturbances will be met with cannon fire!" and "Git Er Dun!".

I blushed a vivid blue, not having it in me to look at Jazz's face. I already knew he was grinning like a madman.

The doors parted and I stepped inside slowly, cautiously. Inside was lit by candles and a few rose petals on the berth. The door slid closed and I heard a locking mechanism kick in.

It was just us now.

It only took a few moments before I felt his chest against my back, his breath on my neck. His hands ghosted over my arms and down my back. I was suddenly nervous and my spark started to flutter. It felt a lot like butterflies in your chest did as a human, except it was all focused inside your spark. It almost felt like a heart palpitation. Over and over and over again.

This would be our first time touching like this since I was a human. This time we weren't going to stop.

His lips ghosted over my neck in a soft caress "Alone at last..."

Oh how I knew that. I was keenly aware of his entire presence against me. Wasn't it just a few days ago I was ready to jump his bone and now I'm a shy maiden? It must be all the surprise and craziness today taking it's toll. I had no reason to be nervous or scared.

I turned to face him, coming only to his neck. I looked up at him shyly "So... now what?" I asked meekly.

He responded by lifting his visor and winking at me "Now, ya relax and let meh love ya."

I watched his optics as he gazed over my form before he took me in his arms gently. He kissed me sweetly, slowly deepening the kiss before breaking off and moving south to my neck cables. He took them in his mouth gently and nibbled, enticing breathy moans from me.

His digits moved over my armor covered sides and I couldn't help but think of how large they were when I sat in his servos about a year ago. This was what I wanted. I wanted to be able to love him like he should be, and I got my wish.

Jazz pushed me onto the berth with my legs hanging off. A latch unhooked and I felt the cool air hit my protoform. I hissed at the contact and broke from my thoughts, opening my optics to see that Jazz was staring intently at my leg armor as he removed each piece gently, caressing the new exposed regions.

He placed the armor off to the side of the berth and came back for my other leg. His digits circled around the armor seams and tucked into the crevices, showing me all the places to earn pleasure from.

Once both legs were bared to him he laid his palms flat against my skin and brushed from hip to toes, memorizing every cable and joint carefully. His body was between my legs, his chest against my face as I breathed in a scent of him I've never noticed when I was human. It was heady and spicy, slightly reminding me of something that would appear on an 'Old Spice' commercial.

I started to unclasp his chassis armor, seeing as that's the first thing to go in human escapades, but he stopped me with a brush of his servo and a smirk "We'll get ta that. Relax and let meh have control for now."

I stilled my servos on his shoulders and brought him in for a kiss, allowing the exchange of emotions. He was calm, assured, and overly ready for this. His own excitement drowned out my nervousness, but he still felt it. He had to have felt something since I was almost shaking where I sat on the berth. His digits came up to caress my face and lift my chin to look him in the optics. He planted another sweet kiss to my lips, then to my faceplates, peppering me with light kisses and touches.

I relaxed in his hold more as he went slow, continuing his exploring of everything my armor had to reveal. Soon, he had my entire suit of armor on the floor beside the berth and I was bared completely to him. His optics drank in the sight of my bare protoform and his lips twitched upwards into that smirk of his "Beautiful" He whispered.

My face flushed blue and I placed my servos on his chassis again. It felt odd being the only one not clothed, I was ready to even the playing field. I wanted to explore him. "It's your turn now."

His servos went over mine and he guided me to the latches on his armor. I tried to memorize all of the places they are at, but there were a lot on each piece. It would take a long time to remember all that. Thankfully I should have a couple hundred millennium.

I took my time feeling every imperfection in his armor, every scratch and scuff. I needed to know him, in all his essence. His armor came off easily, each piece as he had done. I felt the smooth muscle and cords beneath his armor and the surface of his protoform. As my own had been, his protoform was very similar to a human body. The cords and cables were still there, but they had clearly defined muscle structure overtop the twisting lines.

I gently placed the armor on the opposite side of the berth from my own. I ran my palms across the smooth planes of his chest and hips, then running a finger across the line of armor that hadn't come off. It ran in a V shape along what would be an Adonis Belt on a human male and created a codpiece of sorts.

I stared at it dumbly for a moment, 'Welp, there goes the idea this would be human like than I thought.'

Jazz chuckled and brought my face up to meet his for a passionate kiss. I felt his amusement, but it was greatly shadowed by his love and arousal. When we broke away he leaned his forehead against mine "Are ya ready?"

My mind screamed kinda, my body screamed fuck yes, and my mouth said... "...Yeah."

"Ya don't sound it."

I glared at him lightly "I'm just nervous, I can't help it."

"Then don't be."

He gave me a reassuring smile and kissed me again, more passionately. His glossa licked at my lips and I granted him access. We fought for dominance in my mouth, then in his. I grasped the back of his helm and pulled him into me, closer.

Deepening the kiss make his arousal spike, he suddenly jerked forwards and clashed our bodies together. Not an inch of my protoform was left untouched by his own body or his wandering servos. The force of the push knocked me on my back into the berth and he quickly recovered the space lost between our bodies.

A warm sensation in my nether region alerted me to his codpiece resting against my port. He pulled back from the kiss and groaned lightly at the contact.

His optics burned a white hot and he drank in my bare form once more. He was slightly forceful and his voice sounded strained when he growled out "Open ya spark to meh."

I complied faster than I had in Ratchet's medical room, the options coming to my processor quicker the second time. When my spark came to touch the cool air outside my body I shivered in anticipation. I'd have goosebumps if I were still in human skin.

Jazz's optics traveled to my spark and his gaze seemed to soften a moment. His digits came forth to gently brush against the slight EMP field that surrounded my glistening baby blue spark. Just that light touch sent a wave of pleasure coursing though my entire frame to my small digits and pooling in my groin. Jazz purred at my moan and tried it again, his digits lingering a fraction longer. He was rewarded by a soft mewl and my legs gripping his own slightly harder.

I could feel his codpiece growing hotter against me as his cooling fans started to turn lazily in response.

For the third time that I can remember, he revealed his spark to me. The multifaceted, gem-like life force continued to amaze me in it's beauty. His optics met mine and he bowed his head lightly.

That was all the warning I received before he lowered his chassis to mine and I felt the gentle tug on my spark. You know that feeling of yearning, like when you really just want to get up and go somewhere, or be somewhere else in that exact moment? Like you could just get up and walk away at that very moment from all that you know and you wouldn't even bat an eye? That's how it felt to have my spark literally lead me into the process when I had no idea what it was doing. My spark beat faster and shone brighter as it started to leave the depths of my chassis and to the front, closer to his own.

They met in the middle and began to merge. That's when the images and memories began to flood my eyes. I saw everything that made up the very essence of Jazz, from the mechling that loved to dance and party to the dangerous saboteur that is known and feared for his combat prowess. Throughout the onslaught of memories and sheer number of them, I was overwhelmed by the warm feeling of love. It astounded me that he could feel love in it's purest and unbridled form unlike the love of humans. His was as unwavering as a mountain in the winds, but as wild and free as a child's curiosity for nature. He was completely unpredictable and ever changing, but I knew deep in my -our- spark that his feelings would never change.

When the memories fizzled out and our sparks began to retract into their respective chambers, I realized that the feeling didn't completely subside. We were bonded! His presence erased all of the cold dark places of my processor and replaced them with himself. He fit between all of the broken pieces of my mind that hadn't fully healed from the loss of his life and bound it all together again.

"Sweetspark.." He murmured in my mind. It was like a breath of fresh spring air after being cooped up inside a home all winter. I laughed lightly as I felt a weight being lifted from my chest.

I was so elated in fact, that I had forgotten we were in such a compromising position until I bucked my hips against his in my effort to reach up and kiss him. His arousal hit hard and left me breathless. I gasped in surprise as he growled and his entire frame shook from the power behind it. He was so ready to interface that it was to the point of hurting.

I placed my palm on his cheek plating and watched as he leaned into it, his burning white optics closed. "Show me what to do." I whispered into his mind.

His optics met mine and he slowly took my servo from his faceplates.

He took my digits lower to brush against his codpiece, the lower right hand side of it to be exact. There he led by digits to a switch and pressed them against it lightly before letting go. I looked back up into his optics before glancing down and pressing the switch a slight bit harder.

There was a feeling of relief on his end of the bond as the codpiece retracted and a grey spike with blue bio lights pressurized in it's place. It was vaguely similar to a human penis, if only just more aesthetically pleasing. I ran my digits timidly down the length and felt each of the places the bio lights appeared, where they made a light crevasse from tip to base.

He growled lightly and pushed into my servo, sending jolts of electricity through my digits and palm. The pulses weren't painful, in fact I couldn't hardly feel it.

His own digits wandered to my port and proceeded to find a similar switch to his own and flicked it open.

He wasted no time running his digits over my entrance and around the outside. A light moan came form my lips accompanied by a deep rumble from my chassis like my spark was fighting to get out again.

Jazz kissed just below where my navel would be and slowly traced up butterfly kisses to the valley between my breasts. My spark beat faster as his spike head brushed against my port. He made no further movements with it, but his free hand and mouth was working with my breasts with pleasure. His right hand was flicking and pinching the protoform nipple while he kept the other entertained with his mouth and moving glossa.

I writhed under his ministrations and reached down to run one hand along his charged spike and the other to run along his back, trying to draw him closer. I felt as if I couldn't be close enough to him. Jazz bucked into my port slightly with a warning growl, he was trying his damnedest to keep taking it slow but I wasn't helping.

"Ah'm tryin ta go slow yer first time sweetspark"

"Then don't."

My response elicited a groan from him as he started to push his spike slowly into my valve. "Ya asked for fer it."

I grabbed the back of his legs and moved myself closer to him, my own growl coming out "I've been waiting for you since the battle, I don't want to wait anymore."

His spike let off a short spark as he pushed in fully, taking up my entire valve and making my processor spin. He pulled out a bit and pushed it again, causing more sparks to stimulate my valve. Every time he pushed into my valve his spike would release an electrical charge that caused my valve to tighten around his length. His emotions swirled around inside my head: Lust, love, longing, and fulfillment, all mirroring my own and increasing the stimulation.

I locked my legs around his hips and moved with him as best as I could. Jazz held me close to his body, our chassis touching and his arms wrapped around my frame in a tight embrace.

My digits found purchase on his back and I dug in as I started to feel the beginning of my overload.

His chassis rumbled with the force of his growl as he pushed into me faster, harder.

After what felt like hours, I felt my valve clamp down on his spike harshly and I started into my own overload, letting out a strangled scream. I felt his arousal spike again as he moved within me faster, making quick jerking movements and his breathing becoming erratic. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him fully as he reached his own overload.

Jazz groaned as the electricity crackled and popped around us with the combined force of our orgasm.

Now I knew why Cybertronians don't use blankets on their beds...

Jazz pumped a few more times in me slowly as his spike began to de-pressurize and his lips covered my own in a soft caress. We untangled ourselves and he flopped down beside me on the berth. I turned to face him and kiss his chest, his neck, and finally his lips.

He pulled me close to his chest and broke the kiss, looking into my optics as his were showing signs of turning back to their normal blue color.

"Ah love ya, sweetspark." He whispered, kissing my forehead lightly.

I snuggled into his embrace and rested my head on his shoulder. "I love you too, Jazz."

I laid there for a while longer, making circles on his wonderful chest as he drifted off into sleep. I noticed that as he started into the beginnings of a deep recharge, that his consciousness didn't separate from my own. We were inseparable now, one in the same spark. He would be my one and only lover. I would die if he did and vice versa, whether it be from a broken spark or from going crazy without the other half. I'd do by best to keep him safe, and that meant I needed to know how to keep myself alive.

Tomorrow I'd to go Optimus to talk about training plans. I'd keep Jazz safe no matter what.

I sighed and kissed his chest lightly "Always and forever."

Alright guys, how was that? I am sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been crazy busy trying to keep up in classes. On the bright side, I'm making all A's thanks to the time I've been dedicating to it! :P My updates will be slow, but I promise I'm not giving up on this fic.

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