Author's Note: Hey, hey. I've been trying to write about umpteen million things at once, lol. This is the first I got completed. I know this might seem like a bunch of boring talkie talkie right now...but I promise, it gets better. There IS gonna be some action in this story eventually, it just has to build to it...and drama, lots and lots of drama, lol. So, bear with me peoples. Anywho, I hope you enjoy the next installment. See ya at the bottom!

Disclaimer: VQ is not nearly cool enough to own Transformers.

Revecca sat in the passenger seat of the Solstice, mentally slapping herself for allowing the suave mech to lure her into the vehicle. No sooner had she climbed in, the doors had locked and the Pontiac had pulled smoothly away from the curb. Watching the street signs fly by in a blur, Revecca had a pretty good idea where they were going. She thought she was going to be sick. She wasn't sure she'd be able to face what she was sure loomed in the not-so-distant future.

She stole a glance at the 'man' driving. The mech continued on with his friendly banter as if he hadn't just abducted her off the street corner. Rev frowned at the holoform. "You know what this is right? Kidnapping, that's what...and its a very serious crime."

Holo-Jazz merely grinned at her. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. You'll be thankin' me later."

Revecca huffed. "For what? Snatching me against my will?"

"No." The holoform released the steering wheel and turned to face Revecca fully, his face completely serious. "For knockin' some sense into ya and helpin' ya get things back the way they ought ta be."

Rev blinked at him a few seconds before replying. "I know what you're trying to do. Has it ever occurred to you..." She spoke slowly. "That maybe I don't want to go back to how things were and that maybe I'm happy with the way things turned out?"

Jazz shrugged and turned his eyes back to the road. "Yeah."

"Yeah?" Revecca looked at him, waiting for him to elaborate. "And?"

"And..." Jazz turned back toward her. "I think if ya really felt that way ya wouldn't have gotten in the car." Jazz studied the woman for a moment. "Look, I'll make ya a deal...If ya can tell me in all honesty that ya don't still have feelin's for 'im AND ya don't want anything else to do with 'im...I'll pull over right now and let ya out and you'll never have to worry about the Jazz-man interferin' in your life ever again. No questions asked. Deal?"

"I...I..." Rev had to tear her eyes away from his gaze. "Damn you, Jazz."

The mech chuckled. "That's what I thought."

"Jazz..." Rev slumped in the seat. "Why are you doing this? You should just let it go."

"I already told ya." Jazz sped up as he turned onto the open highway. "Ironhide has been absolutely miserable without ya. I'm sick o' watching 'im walk around lookin' like he's about to offline." Jazz's holoform turned slightly in the driver's seat to look Revecca up and down. "You're not lookin' too hot y'self so I'm guessin' the feelin's mutual."

Rev sighed as she looked out the window. She could tell by the change in scenery that they were getting closer to the base. "Yeah, well, I've been under a lot of stress lately."

"So I've heard." Jazz slowed a bit as her turned effortlessly onto the deserted road that would lead them to their destination. "That Cavanaugh guy ain't goin' down without a fight. Its better for ya to be somewhere safe than out there where he can get to ya." Jazz grinned at her smugly. "Yet another excellent reason why ya need ta be home...with Ironhide."

Rev groaned. It appeared that she wasn't going to really get a choice in the matter. She leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes, trying to think of what she would sa and do when she saw him again. Her heart felt like a dam on the verge of bursting with things she wanted to say. She hoped she would be able to come up with the right combination of words by the time she was faced with him.

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Autobot Base

It was late at night when Jazz and Revecca arrived. Rev scurried along nervously after Jazz as he transformed and headed to the base entrance. She couldn't help but pause for a moment when she stepped through the door into the interior of the main building. The place was almost unrecognizable from the last time she was there. She remembered an old, abandoned, rundown military base. The place she had just stepped into was a clean, brightly lit testament to modern architecture. "Wow...this place looks...different."

"Yeah..." Jazz nodded appreciatively and chuckled. "We didn't waste any time putting Wheeljack to work when he got here."

Rev looked up at the mech curiously. "Wheeljack?"

"We've had a few additions to our ranks while ya were gone." Jazz motioned for her to follow him as he continued talking. "They're good guys. You're gonna get along with 'em great. Wheeljack is an engineer. Some of our best technology was created in 'Jacks lab. Thankfully, he also knows a little somethin' somethin' about architecture and structural engineerin'."

Revecca nodded. "It shows."

"Let's see…" Jazz turned a corner, gesturing for Revecca to follow. "There's also Prowl. He can be a little bit serious…actually a lot serious. He's Optimus' right hand man." Jazz turned in the direction of the med bay. "Then we got Bluestreak…" Jazz paused to look down at the femme. "If ya run into 'im, make sure you don't have anywhere you need to be in a hurry."

Rev scrunched her eyebrows together. "Why?"

"You'll find out soon enough." Jazz chuckled as he pushed open the med bay doors. "We'll check in with the doc real quick. He's gonna be thrilled to see ya."

"Jazz…" Rev reached out and put a hand on Jazz's foot. "Do you really think my being here is a good idea?"

"Are you kiddin'?" Jazz grinned down at her as he strolled into the med bay. "HEY RATCHET! SOMEONE'S HERE TA SEE YA!"

There was a rustling from the enormous walk-in closet on the far end of the room. Ratchet poked his head out and looked around. "Jazz, do you have any idea what time it is? Whoever it is tell them they'll need to come back in the morning." The medic's optics drifted lower and widened in surprise. "Revecca?"

"Hey." Revecca waved weakly.

Ratchet's mouth twitched up into one of his rare smiles as he made his way toward the pair. "Revecca, I can't tell you how happy I am to see you."

Jazz nudged the woman with his foot. "Told ya."

The medic knelt down in front of her. "When did you get back in town?"

Revecca shrugged a bit uncomfortably. "Earlier tonight."

"Ah…" Ratchet nodded. "Am I correct in assuming that it has something to do with that whole mess with that Cavanaugh person? Its been all over the news."

Rev nodded. "Yeah…"

"Well, no matter." Ratchet stood back up to his full height. "I'm certain everything will turn out fine. You, of course, have our full support. We'll do whatever we can to help you in any way necessary."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Revecca's mouth. "Thanks."

"On another note…" Ratchet put his hands on his hips and bent over at the waist to look more closely at Revecca. His friendly smile turned completely serious. "Just what were you thinking running off like that? Do you have any idea how worried I was when you didn't come back with Ironhide?"

"Ratchet..." Jazz put a hand on the medic's shoulder. "Go easy on 'er. She just got here. Give her a chance to get settled back in before you lecture her."

"Hmph!" Ratchet shook the hand off and straightened. He looked down upon Revecca with a concerned scowl. "Don't think we're through discussing this, young lady."

"Yes, Sir." Revecca shuffled her feet. The look the medic was giving her was reminiscent of the way her father used to look at her when she had done something she should have known better than to do in the first place.

Ratchet seemed to relax again. "Its getting rather late." He glanced toward Jazz before settling his gaze once more on the tiny human at his feet. "Why don't you escort her to her room so she can get some rest."

Jazz rubbed the back of his helm. "I was hopin' to catch 'Hide..."

Ratchet looked toward the mech. "He's out at the Lennox residence, probably won't be back till the morning." He sighed and rubbed his optics. "Sometimes he just goes out there and sits."

The silver mech shook his head and looked down at Revecca. "Guess that'll have to wait. C'mon, you look exhausted. I'll take ya to your room." He turned toward the medic. "G'night, Ratch!"

Revecca hesitantly followed Jazz toward the door. She turned back to see the medic still looking after her. "Night, Ratchet."

"Goodnight, Revecca." Ratchet gave a slight smile. "Welcome home."

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Jazz had taken Revecca to her room and got her settled. She had kept insisting that her staying at the base was a terrible idea. She kept stressing the point that she had lawyers she needed to meet with and things that needed to be done and complained that Jazz had forced her to abandon her rental car at the hotel. Jazz had shot down her protests by pointing out the obvious: She was in a base full of sentient alien robots who transformed into vehicles. If she needed to go somewhere, she only had to ask.

Retreating to the common room, Jazz settled into an over-sized chair to await the weapon specialists return. He didn't have to wait long. He had only been hanging out for an hour when the huge double doors pushed open and Ironhide sauntered in.

"Hey, 'Hide." Jazz grinned up at the mech.

Ironhide more or less ignored Jazz as he crossed the room. "Jazz."

Jazz hopped to his feet, blocking Ironhide's path. He was determined not to let the mech escape. "Where ya goin'?"

"To defrag." Ironhide stepped to go around Jazz only to have the mech sidestep back into his path. "I'm not in the mood, Jazz. Move."

Jazz's grin never left his face. "I just wanna talk to ya for a second."

Ironhide growled. "Jazz..."

"One second, that's it. Then I'll let ya go recharge."

"Fine." Ironhide crossed his arms across his chest. "Start talkin'."

Jazz took a step back to lean casually in the doorway. "What would ya say if I told ya we had a very special guest?"

"I'd say I'm not in the mood to play this game." Ironhide took a step forward. "If ya have somethin' to say, say it. If not, get outta my way."

"A'ight." Jazz held up his hands in surrender. "I ran into Revecca today. I convinced her to come back with me. She's in her old room." It wasn't quite the truth, but the mech thought it better to leave out the part about tracking her down, hacking into her credit card account and abducting her from a hotel. "She's probably still awake if ya want to pop your head in and say hi."

"Revecca..." Ironhide's optics widened and his arms went limp and fell to his sides. He felt his spark churn in his chest almost painfully. "She's here?"

"Yep." Jazz nodded. He was rather proud of himself for pulling this off. "Well..." Jazz stretched his arms over his head and imitated the equivalent of a human yawn. "It's been a long day. I'll let ya get some recharge. G'night, 'Hide." Jazz chuckled as he left the large black mech standing in the common room staring off into space.

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Ironhide hadn't even realized his feet were moving until he found himself standing outside her door. How many times had he stood here imagining that she was inside? He'd lost count. Now that he knew the only thing separating them was a wall, it seemed too good to be true.

He placed a tentative hand on the door, unsure if he should knock or not. It occurred to him briefly that she may not want to see him. He found that he didn't care if she did or not. All that mattered was that he was able to lay his optics on her one more time to reassure himself that she was indeed alive and well after the horrific ordeal she had been through the last time.

Gently, he rapped on the large, mech-sized door with one knuckle. He could hear the slight sound of feet shuffling across the floor. His spark flared and twisted in it's compartment, screaming for contact. He knelt down when he heard the knob of the human-sized door on the side rattle as it was opened.

"Ironhide..." Revecca gasped as she found herself staring into cerulean optics so full of emotion that it made her heart hurt. She felt a bit overwhelmed with the feelings just seeing the mech before her stirred up. She felt wetness on her face and only then did she realize she was crying. "I'm...I'm...s-s...sorry..."

"Revecca..." 'Hide reached toward the woman. With one large finger, he wiped gently at the tears that slid down her cheek. "Don't cry..."

End of Chapter 3

Er..well...alright then. That was kind of anticlimactic at the end. The next chapter I promise will be better. Stay tuned for the actual reunion, lol...and a bit 'o' trouble. Till next time, my little chickadees! Happy reading!