The road to recovery for Jen was a slow, but steady one. Ratchet had kept her in the med-bay a week after she was finally conscious. After that, Prowl took her back and kept her room bound for another week. Noshe was fixed, but Prowl didn't want Wheeljack to give him back until Jen was in better condition. She had later learned that she's been fever pitched for a month with no sign for recovery.

It was when Jen was stronger that Prowl brought her to the officers' lounge in order to get some fresh air. The SIC didn't want her to risk getting a relapse, should the mechs get a bit rowdy with her. Jazz, who would normally go into the rec room, would often come into the lounge whenever she was in. The saboteur was obvious glad that Jen was healing, made a joke that she has to wear her barrette where ever she went, and promised her a bikini, which she wasn't really thrilled about receiving.

It was after the two weeks of visiting the lounge and getting checked by Ratchet, was she allowed to go into the rec room. For the first week of being back at the rec room, Prowl was there preventing over crowding and rowdiness. All of the mechs were elated of the human's recovery. After a week, the SIC would allow his ward to go into the rec room on her own, provided she was watched under careful optics. The Twins were careful when handling her, along with Bluestreak. Mirage, still feeling some guilt, would offer to take charge and made sure the teen would get the proper care and nutrients. Though no one was as bad as Cliffjumper.

Cliffjumper was showing a wonderful example of mother henning Jen. Even when Prowl was around, the red Autobot would refuse to leave her side. During her recuperation, his optics where indigo and his mood was more or less irritable. When Cliffjumper felt that Jen was up too much, he would gently sling her over his shoulder and place her on the couch. He would always make sure she ate most of her meal and drank plenty. One time Jen was feeling a tad off, and wasn't feeling hungry. The minibot warrior nearly had a heart attack (or spark attack if you want to get all technical) and threatened her that he'll personally feed he himself if she didn't eat. Of course that frightened her, and he seemed alright when she ate most of her food.

For awhile, Jen had humor her friend, since she figured he was concern for her well being. After a while though, enough was enough!

"CJ, I know you want me to get better, but you are worrying way too much! Give me some space!"

The minibot gave a snort. "I'm not going to risk loosing y…getting another relapse again!" He quickly corrected himself.

She put a hand on his arm. "Look, I appreciate your concern Cliff, but you are just as bad as a mother bear. It's starting to get on my nerves. You're the reason why Red Alert isn't getting on my back, because you are technically helping him out. And that's saying something."

"I don't care, as long as it means you'll be back to perfect health!"

There was a moment of silence and Jen was noticeably becoming very irritated. Cliffjumper realized that her stress phermones were rising. If she was stress, then that would risk her immune system to get weaker again. He couldn't have that! He gave a defeated sigh as his optics reverted back to their cobalt color.

"Alright, I'll give you more space."

"Thank you."

"But I'm still going to be around!"

"That's fine, just as long as you don't follow me into the bathroom again."

"It looked like you were going to faint that time!" He defended.

Jen gave a small laugh. "You never mess with a female when she wants her bathroom time!"

Cliffjumper roughly pointed to the couch. "Go sit on the couch!"

They both busted out in laughter then.

"No really I mean it, go sit on the couch!"


Jen walked into her a Prowl's room only to be pounced on by Noshe.

"Noshe! You're better!"

"Yes." Prowl said. "He had a loose chip in his CPU." He watched as Jen played tug-o-war with the turbofox. They were using a dog rope toy. "Keep up the recovery, and you just might get a new room."

Both fox and human turned to face the SIC. "Say what?"

"I've wanted to give it to you sooner, but I was concern about your health." Prowl had plan to give Jen a room of her very own before the accident.

Noshe put his front paws against the desk to help his human climb on it. "I get to have my very own room?" She was bouncing with excitement.

Prowl set a finger on her head to help settle her down. "Well with all the…." He looked toward her box of stuff that Jazz has collected for her to find the right word. "Junk Jazz has been giving you, I feel it's only proper that you have something to call your own."

"Oh thank you Prowl! Thank you! Thank you!"

"You'll be getting your room in the next week. I still want to make sure you're recovering properly." Prowl picked his ward up and set her on her mattress. He was very strict on her bedtime for her recovery. "I'm glad you're improving. We thought we were going to loose you."

Jen rubbed Noshe behind the ears. "Someone called me back."

"What?" He was confused now.

"It's funny." She continued. 'I don't remember much at all except that I was lost."

"Yes, and Cliffjumper found you."

"No, this was not when I got separated from Noshe. It was in a fevered dream. I was lost and…someone calling for me, wanting me to come back. I don't remember whose voice it was, but I remember the voice and a hand."

"A hand?"

Jen nodded. "A hand pulling me into the light and away from the darkness. He said something too, but I couldn't catch what he said."

"Well, who ever he was, he has my gratitude. What?" Prowl asked when Jen started giggling.

"Man, if you were in my head during that time, you're CPU would crash in five seconds!"

"I thought you said you didn't remember?"

"I don't, and that's a good thing too, because I know it was most likely hectic." He gave a chuckle and tucked her in.

"Get some rest."

"Will do." Noshe hopped onto the end of the berth, only to be taken off by Prowl.

"You're still sleeping on the floor." Noshe gave a pout and reluctantly got on his sleeping pillow.

Jen pulled her baby blanket closer, and snuggled deeper into her pillow. She couldn't wait to have a room of her own, though it will most likely be hard to prevent Jazz being a designer for it. She hoped to dear God that he wouldn't get her a bikini. A two piece, fine, but not a bikini. Well, she could always give it to Sideswipe for his own sick pleasure. Jen quite frankly, didn't even want to know what he'll use it for. If not, then Noshe would be glad to eat it. He's eaten her undergarments before.

Jen turned her head to look out the window. The stars were shinning as bright as a new lit lantern. She shook he head, clearing away the déjà vu feeling and closed her eyes.

I love you.

This has got to be my most intricate story so far for the Full Ark series. As you might have noticed, I don't really spoon feed you readers. I like making you think and guess! But I promise things will eventually clear up. Once these things have cleared up, then I will get a new thing for you guys to guess on! It's endless!

I would really love to hear your opinion on just the mind set of this story. ;)

Don't touch that dial!