Chapter #5 finally

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I felt Lupa and Duma startle at the low rumbling growl that vibrated through my engin.

I had met up with the team on the highway where Jazz proceeded to explain to me what had happened with those SUVs and the two children. Turns out, the SUVs did belong to the government. I was told how some human males dressed in black suites that had gotten out of the SUVs, had then proceeded to push Sam, Mikaela, Sam's creators, and even the rodent into said SUVs. All the while human males in white lab coats took to scanning the entire yard of Sam's residential living area.

All of which has now lead up to me growling, because not only did these men take the children,(one of which I'm becoming quite fond of) but Sam hadn't even given the glasses to the team and currently had them on his person.

-'Just perfect'- I grumbled over the private comm Jazz and I had. A deep rumbling chuckle reverberated in my helm from over Jazz' open side of the comm.

-'Ah Jinx'eh. Let meh guess. All that grumblin' yer doin' over there ain't 'cause yer worried 'bout tha children, yeah?'- Jazz obviously guessed correctly.

-'Jazz you know it's all just gettin' harder than it has ta be, and that I hate when somethin' that's 'spost ta be easy is made more difficult, that when somebot gets hurt.'- I explain to him, even though I'm pretty sure I didn't need to explain the reason behind my grumbling to him, 'cause, well, he's just Jazz, and he just knows me so well.

I got the feeling that Jazz was about to respond, but suddenly put his end of the comm on hold. Probably getting a comm from somebot else on the team. I put my end of our comm on hold as well as I waited for him to return to the comm.

Not even a nano-click latter Jazz pinged me, signaling that he was taking his end of our private comm off hold. I made sure my end of our comm link was open. Sending a questioning ping Jazz' way when he signaled me with his rear signal lights to follow him.

I observed as we took an off ramp, that Optimus continued on down the highway, Scarlet flying not too high above him. The rest of us splitting up into two groups of three and two. Group one consisting of Ironhide and Ratchet, took the right road at the end of the off ramp. Group two consisting of Jazz, Silverstriker and myself, took the road to the left of the off ramp. Both of our groups heading in the direction of a railroad overpass about one and a half miles up the road.

-'O.P commed the whole team,'- Jazz started speaking. I gave him an unimpressed grunt. -'Tha SUVs tha' took the children are jus' up 'head. Optimus' gonna cut 'em off an' 'eh wants tha rest o' us ta hang back a bit 'en wait till 'eh gives us tha signal.'- Jazz responded to my questioning ping, relaying the information on what was going on, and what the plan was. I sent over a conformation ping, letting Jazz know that I understood.

As we continued down the road, nearing our destination I opened my Creator/ Carrier bond with my symbiotes to relay the information to them as well. -'Scarlet. I want you to continue your obsession, I just want you to make sure you stay cloaked, and increase your altitude. This is just a precaution, from what you've described to me earlier, their scanners work in a similar fashion to energon detectors, and I want you to be out of their range if they are.'- I explain over our bond.

-'Copy that carrier'- She sent with an affirmation over the bond.

As both groups neared even closer to the railroad overpass, the convoy of black chevrolet SUVs came into view, and we sped right past them from the side roads we were on. Opening our bond again I addressed my three other symbiotes. -'Lupa, Duma. When I transform I want you to eject but stay back. Silverstriker this goes for you as well. Keep low and out of sight of the humans,and stay in your alt modes. Understood?'- I ordered over our bond. Getting an, -'Affirmative carrier.'- from Lupa, a -'Rodger.'- from Silver, and a silent confirmation pulse over the bond from Duma.

Jazz and I sped up so that we'd be ready and waiting for when Optimus gave the signal. Transforming when we reached our destination, Lupa and Duma quietly ejected as I had instructed. Then quickly transforming themselves down into their alt modes, they silently retreated to where Silver was sitting in his alt mode a few meters off to the side on a darkened patch of land out of the sight of any humans.

Confirming that they were at least at the minimum safe distance that was acceptable to me, I slunk over to Jazz where he was climbing up the side of the railroad overpass. Making good on his own, but still had more to go. Leaning forward so that my helm was under Jazz' current lowest pede, I flicked my helm in an upward motion, which gave Jazz a boost to get the rest of the way up.

Lowering myself down into a crouch, I pulled my leg cables taut and in one fluid motion my taut cables uncurled, my hind legs pushing off the ground sending my frame springing up onto the metal overpass.

Crouching down on all fours when I reached to top so as to not to be spotted by any human that may be near. I sat in silence from my crouched position as I watched Jazz flip and twist as he climbed the metal structure to sit atop the highest steel beam above my helm.

We were sitting in more silence for less than a minute when the headlights of the SUVs were within sight. As they got closer I started to wonder what it was Optimus was planning to do to make the SUVs stop. My symbiotes were thinking along the same code as me, offering different suggestions as to what he might do. As the SUVs got even closer to the overpass, some of my symbiotes suggestions we had to rule out due to the SUVs proximity as they got closer. Then, Scarlet had the most ridiculous suggestion out of them all.

-'He's transforming and stepping out onto the highway in front of them so that they crash into his pede.'- She said. I was going to tell her that was a ridiculous suggestion, and that even though she might know Optimus better than the rest of us, that I still didn't think Optimus would intentionally do something that may potentially cause any harm to the humans.

However, as I was about to tell her as such, I brought my attention up to look at the nearing convoy, only to see Optimus in the process of doing exactly as Scarlet had said he would do.

I stared in shock as Optimus walked right out onto the highway in front of the oncoming convoy of SUVs. Watching in shock, and a slight twinge of amusement as the leading SUV crashed into Optimus' comparably giant pede. Shock because Optimus actually just did that, and amusement at how easily the vehicle crumpled against his pede because of it's velocity and the lack of stranger materials used to build the vehicle.

My shock and amusement continued to climb higher as I watched as Optimus didn't stop there. After he had stopped the vehicle, he then proceeded to dig his digits into his the sides of the roof of the vehicle and lift it right off it's wheels. Lifting it up so that physics , mostly just the gravity part of physics, could do the rest.

Where Optimus had dug his digits into the roof became weak against the gravity pulling down at the weight of the rest of the black, crumpled scrap that was now the SUV. The roof of the SUV, now turned scrap heap, couldn't hang onto the rest of its crumpled frame and broke off, sending the mass of black crumpled vehicle to the ground.

With the roof no longer attached to the vehicle, the four humans that occupied the seats inside were revealed. Including the two children. The two unknown men and the children in the vehicle, that looked relatively unharmed, stared up at Optimus. Horror and shock on the two unknown mens faces, and wide smiles on the children's faces.

Roof of the SUV still in servo, Optimus moved his arm so that his headlights were shining down on, and probably blinding, the humans now that the roof was out of the way and no longer obstructing, protecting, the four humans eyes from the light.

Straining my audials just enough to hear what they may be saying, I hear Sam speaking up with more confidence than I thought he was capable of.

"You A-holes are in trouble now. Gentlemen, I want to introduce you to my friend, Optimus Prime."

'Poor little mech. Doesn't he know too much confidence will come back to bite you in the aft?' I thought to myself.

The look on Optimus has on his face plates right now as he stares down at the humans, I can guarantee that if those to men in the front seats of the vehicle the tall red and blue mech was standing over knew him in the slightest, they'd be leaking lubricants and, using a human saying, running for the hills as fast as their short legs could take them. That. Is not. A look you want directed at you.

"Taking the children was a bad move." Optimus rumbled deeply in his chassis. "Autobots, relieve them of their weapons." Optimus commanded.

'Guess that's our cue.' I thought to myself.

With one final glance back to check on my symbiotes, I followed closely behind Jazz, thought I simply let my frame drop off of the railroad, (A/N imagine a tiny kitten trying to go down stairs) unlike Jazz who did a fancy flip off of where he had sat upon his perch on the steel structure.

I kept myself more to the shadows, preferring to watch the confrontation. 'Not like they're gonna need my help. They've got it more than covered without me.' I thought to myself as I folded my hind legs under my frame, sitting my aft on the still sun warmed asphalt. My tail curling around to rest in front of my front pedes as I watched the commotion.

I had thought for sure that Ironhide's weight would have broken the road, at least dented it, when he dropped off the overpass. It was quite amusing to watch Ironhide thumping over to the mangled vehicle at what he could manage at a run, (though most would be surprised at how agile Ironhide actually is, he can slaggin' well move) shouting out, "Freeze!" Creating earthquakes as he 'ran'.

A few pede steps in front of me I heard Jazz' voice. "Give me those!" Watching in amusement as Jazz disarmed the men that had gotten out of the other SUVs of the convoy by activating the electromagnetic pulses in his servo, attracting the metals that are used to make the humans weapons. The men were stunned but unfortunately not stunned enough not to start shouting as they had their weapons ripped from their hands.

I watched with my keen optics how all the men responded to their current situation and how they held themselves, I easily picked out who the 'head honcho' of the men was.

Taking a facial recognition scan of the man, my processors ran it through the world wide web global data banks. The results came back with his social and legal profiles. Sorting through the rest of the currently unnecessary information for later viewing, I focused simply on his name and occupation. :. Name; Simmore Simmons, working with sector seven.: This all took my processors about a nano-click or two. I set a part of my processors to locating any information on this 'sector seven' and compiling it all into a file.

I brought my focus out of my own helm when Jazz made a small motion of his servo, waving me over. Uncurling my tail as I slowly got to all four of my pedes. Silently my pedes touched the ground, taking those few steps forward to stand just slightly behind Jazz'' right shoulder plating.

Lowering my helm down so that my spinal struts were completely aligned from the base of my helm to the base of my tail, my helm nearly resting on Jazz' shoulder plating. From my more relaxed position, I tilted my helm slightly towards Jazz with an optic ridge raised. Ignoring what was going on in the background with Optimus and the humans for the most part, at least enough of my attention of my processors were towards it to file away from later.

I opened mine and Jazz' private comm. -'What?'- I sent him over a ping of questioning/ humor/ slight irritation as Jazz gestured down to the servo sized pile of confiscated human weapons with a slight grin lighting up his face plates. I received a responding ping of humor/ mischief from the grinning mech before he responded, lip plates twitching ever so slightly at the corners then stretching his slight grin, into his signature grin that lit up his face plates like the Crystal City in Praxus.

-'Well…'- He drawled. -'Can't ya break the humans weapons down fer later use?'- He asked, grin growing slightly bigger if that were even physically possible, his grin was already near wide enough to split his face plates in half.

Okay…. yes I can consume metal and other natural elements to be broken down for my self repair system to use on internal and external injuries, or to be converted into energy or if very rarely energon, and… I really don't know when or if I'll get another chance to consume anything else….. Ugg! Fine!

-'Yes I can, I suppose it would be a good to take what I can get for now.'- I said over our comm. With that said, I cut the comm line.

Moving down into a Egyptian Anubis like sitting position, folding my hind legs underneath my frame, my front legs bending at the joints humans would call 'elbows'. I laid with my front legs in front of me so that they were on either side of the servo sized pile of weapons and my helm directly over said pile of weapons.

I got a ping from Lupa just as she opened the bond with me, I got hit with a tsunami of amusement from her. -'Carrier lookup.'- Confused as to the source of her amusement, I looked up from my 'snack' pile to see what was so amusing.

Sure enough, the sight that greeted me was quite amusing. Bumblebee was lubricating on Simmons. "Hey!" The man shouted.

Optimus did not look overly impressed, shaking his helm with a servo on his face plates. Though I could see a small hint of his lip plates quirking at the edges. "Bumblebee stop lubricating on the man." Optimus rumbled deeply.

"Get this thing to stop, huh?" Simmons shouted. The man now, again, as the humans say, 'soaked to the bone' with lubricants.

I growled lowly and quietly under my venting. Call it what you want but it's like any other femme, organic or no, maternal instincts are strong. Granted Bee is now over four million earth years old, but he's still fairly young for any form of cybertronian species.

My growling slowly quietened and I watched on in amusement with what happened next.

Mikaela and Sam herding (with the help of the team) all the men into a line and handcuffing them all together yah de yah da, all the while I munched on my small servo sized pile of weapons, enjoying the taste of their gunpowder. And as the grand finale, Mikaela getting Simmons to strip. "Alright tough guy take it off." Mikaela demanded in a no nonsense tone.

"What are you talking about?" Simmons asked irritably.

"Your clothes, all of it, off." Mikaela ordered.

"For what?" Simmons questionly demanded.

"For threatening my dad." As Simmons started striping, I felt a flare of intense amusement in Jazz' EM field as it brushed past my own.

"Little lady. This is the end of your life." Simmons warned.

I growled again. -'Not gonna happen.'- I subconsciously sent to my symbiotes and Jazz, feeling a protectiveness towards the little femme flare in my spark.

"You're a criminal." He stated. "Let's face facts. It's in your gene pool." He said as he removed his last article of clothing (Not undergarments, thank Primus) revealing his 'aloha' boxers. Mikaela took one look at the man's boxers with disgust.

"Those are nice." She commented sarcastically. "Now get behind the pole." She commanded.

"All right." Simmons grumbled under his breath, moving to stand next to the lamp post pole so that his arms were wrapped around it to be handcuffed by Mikaela, grumbling all the while.

"This is such a felony, what you're doing." Simmons' little lackey said. Sam looked a little nervous all throughout this exchange, but at the pathetic comment from Simmons' lackey, he flinched a little bit, the scent of his nervous pheromones hitting my scent receptors from where I sat. 'Gross.'

Mikaela however, didn't, as humans say, give a damn, not even sparing a glance at the man as she handcuffed Simmons ro the lamp post. While she did so, Simmons grumbled and threatened. His threats to which I roles my optics at, but kept it in my processors to keep an optic and audial out. One can never truly never be too cautious, unless you're Red Alert, even when it comes to humans.

"I will hunt you down, okay?" Simmons threatened, his lackey cuffed next to him repeated.

"He will hunt you down."

"Without any remorse!" Simmons called out,his lackey dutifully parroted him again.

"No remorse!" Mikaela shook her head, slipping in what sounded like, to me at least, a taunting…

"Enjoy." Walking away with Sam in tow.

Sam put a hand on Mikaela's shoulder as they walked away. "Okay?" Sam asked her.

I shifted lightly on my pedes, tail flicking in agitation and unease as I looked around. Something didn't feel right, and I conveyed just as much to Jazz with just a look. Seemed like he agreed with me despite his outward calm, laid back stance and demeanor. I could just tell, by the bright flickers of light in his visor and the subtle twitch in his digits.

Out of the corner of my optic, I caught the light of the lamp post glinting off something Simmons' lackey was holding. My unease turned into panic, flooding my systems and it was not just my own panic.

In less than a nano-click of this discovery, Scarlet was reaching out over our bond. -'Carrier incoming convoy of black SUVs and three helicopters. Helicopters are armed with a weapon of some kind I can't make it out.'- Came Scarlets calm, panic tinged voice through my helm. We weren't the only ones to notice. I turned my helm away from the handcuffed humans to where Ironhide was shouting.

"Optimus! In coming!" Ironhide quickly turned into a crouch, pressing both barrels of his cannons into the ground, sending out a pulse blast. Pavement cracked and crumbled under the destructive force of the pulsing waves of energy, halting the SUVs in their tracks. However, unfortunately not deterring the helicopters.

"Roll out!" Optimus ordered. Transforming down into our alts we all peeled out of there, burning rubber on the pavement, as if scraplets from the Pit were on our tailpipes.

-'Scatter.'- I ordered over our shared bond. -'Scarlet, if you come across a helicopter I want your altitude to be at least, ten feet higher than that of the helicopter's flying altitude.'-

-' Copy that carrier.'- Scarlet answered.

-'The rest of you, Silver, Lupa, Duma. Find a dark place, stay low and out of human sight until I call for a regroup. Understood?'- Getting a range of different affirmatives from them, I closed the link as we burned rubber.

Optimus had stayed behind in his root mode to give the rest of the team a chance to gain some distance from our pursuers, by distracting them with 'ooh! Big and shiny robot!' Though I don't know why he took the children with him. One would think he'd know that it wasn't safe for the young humans.

Pushing that to the back of my processors for the time being. I focused on the road under my tires and on the vehicles around me. As I turned a corner I caught a glimpse of a, shocker, black SUV trailing me.

'Game on.' I thought to myself. Speeding up, far past the speed limit, I raced weaving in and out of traffic, taking sharp turns onto adjoining roads and alleyways until I lost the tail.

Pulling into a dark alley, I shut off my lights and parked. I waited for no more than a few minutes before I got a comm from Jazz.

-'Jinx'eh do ya read?'- Jazz' voice came over my comm.

-'I read ya loud and clear Jazz ma mech. What's up?'-

-'Optimus sent out a comm, 'eh may need a distraction of some kind, 'eh's pinned under a bridge. Ah'm sending ya over tha coordinates.'- Receiving the information package, I opened it to find that my current location was not far from it.

Slowly creeping forward, I peeked around the corner of the alleys entrance, getting a visual of said bridge a street over. Rolling back into the safety of the dark shadows of the alley so I could comm Jazz.

-'I got visual from where I am. I'll be there ready and waiting in less than an earth minute.'- Ending the comm, I opened the bond I shared with my symbiotes.

-'A location had been received. Looks like Optimus might need a distraction. Sending coordinates now.'- Sending off the information pack I received from Jazz over to my symbiotes. It took little time for them to reply in confirmation that they received it and were in route.

Engin coming to life with a loud roar, I slowly pulled forward checking for traffic before gunning it in the direction of the bridge.

Two things I noticed as the bridge became more visible; the first thing was that I was the first one there, though since I was close to begin with it made some sense. Second, being that the bridge itself was stretched across a massive rain water drainage system.

I sat there in my alt mode silent as I waited for….. well, something, whatever reason Optimus had for being up under the bridge escaped me. All too soon the sound of helicopter blades cutting through the air brought my attention to the two helicopters scanning the area.

'Oh that's why.' I thought to myself. The helicopters even going so far as to fly under the bridge. 'Oh slag.' Then I heard the screaming. 'Oh fraggin' slaggin' scrap heaps. Under the bridge to evade a pursuing helicopter, would usually be a smart place to hide, but with two young humans with him…. very stupid place to hide Prime.'

Tuning my audials, the words being screamed were becoming more recognizable as actual words. "No! No! No! Sam! Sam, don't drop me!"

Slaggin' pit. It's Mikaela. 'The air disturbance caused by the helicopter's rotating blades must have caused her to lose her balance and slip.'

The sound of an engine rolling up was the only thing that pulled me from my thoughts and the two children. There honestly wasn't anything I could do from where I was, and with the helicopters so close, I just couldn't risk being seen. If what Scarlet reported about the helicopters having weapons is accurate, I can't risk getting caught, my symbiotes will need me (especially young Duma and Lupa) and they're my first priority.

Anyways, my attention now being on the source of the new engine sound, I cast my optics over towards the approaching vehicle to find Silverstriker. He rolled up right next to my side, close enough to bump side mirrors.

My sensitive sensory sensors picked up irregular air disturbance. Sensitive sensors following the irregular air movement I saw how the dust on the ground moved like two mini twistors, twisting in opposite directions of each other. The right mini twistor circling clockwise while the left one circled counterclockwise, the irregular air disturbance directly above the two mini twisters. The irregular air disturbance stopped at the railing that ran along the side of the bridge, and I watched as the metal railing slowly creaked and bent into what looked like two pede prints of some type of predatory bird.

'Scarlet.' I thought to myself.

Duel screaming (both sounding feminine) signaled the children fully slipping from their perches on Optimus' armor.

What somewhat surprised me, was the loud roaring of a muscle cars engine. The sound of a transformation indicated that said muscle car was a cybertronian. The screeching sound of metal on concrete hit my sensitive audials before we could see who it was. But of course, we already knew the cybertronian was Bee.

Bumblebee's frame came skidding into view as he slowly screeched to a halt, both children held safely in either of his servos.

What happened next is what caused my future major trust issues in humans. One of the helicopters that had been scanning the area shot a grappling hook at Bee, getting it hooked on his wrist when he brought it up to block. The second helicopter that had been scanning the area as well, circled around to Bee's other side before shooting their grappling hook, hooking it on Bee's other wrist. A third helicopter showing up out of nowhere joining the first two by catching Bee's right pede. All three helicopters circling and pulling until Bee lost his balance and fell onto his chassis. Then the dreaded SUVs showed up. Four driving from the direction behind us beneath the bridge, and three more coming from the opposite direction in front of us.

It all went to Pit from there.

Men got out of the SUVs, most covered from helm to pede in white with canisters strapped to their backs. The men covered in white started spraying a cold liquid at Bee, causing pained cries to erupt from the mechling's vocal processor.

I wanted so badly to help, his pained cries pulling painfully at my spark, but Optimus made it very clear to never harm humans. Besides, as I said earlier, my symbiotes are my top priority. I even have in place an emergency plan in the event I lose my spark on the battlefield. I hate to sound mean and so cold sparked towards the youngling, but it's true. I couldn't do anything to help. but I wished I had intervened when I had the chance as it only got worse from there.

At the sound of two roaring engines racing down the drainage channel, my spark nearly stopped in it casing. It was Lupa and Duma.

As they neared Bee and the humans they transformed, racing on all four pedes to Bumblebee's aid. They were doing well until more helicopters showed up.

It all blurred into one big blob, all I knew was a burning cold pain that was not my own along with the twin feelings of panic exploding through the walls of our bond. The emotions exploding through our bond melding with my own and making it difficult to think, I didn't even know who's emotion was who's.

My processors went into a frenzied storm of instincts. The pain of my two youngest symbiotes were feeling sent a tsunami of rage coursing through my energon lines. With my processors in such the frenzy that they were, I didn't even notice Jazz trying to hold my frame down to keep me from transforming long enough for Ratchet so he could inject some kind of fluid into my red rage burning energon lines.

The needle stuck into one of my transformation seams where they were trying to break apart so that I could transform. My plating moved back into a neutral state so that my frame looked like any other Ford Mustang. Their task now complete, they both pulled away transforming down into their alt modes. (Surprisingly not gaining the attention of the humans below) The injection did its job, pain and rage slowly fading into a numb buzzing. Even with the injected fluid flowing through my now cooling energon lines, I could still feel as my sparklings lost consciousness, the pained/ panicked/ fear coming from their side of the bond fading as they did.

I couldn't think properly, the injection causing a feeling akin to what humans refer to as being doped up on pain meds.

Subconsciously I called my two elder symbiotes to me, needing to have them connected to my frame and spark to reassure my fuzzy processors that they were still with me and safe. I could just barely concentrate on their EM fields as they moved towards me. I could feel as my frame automatically responded to them as their frames prepared to connect to mine, our frames folding and unfolding as they slid into their respective places connected to my frame. With their sparks now close to mine, worry/ fear/ pain prominent in them only slightly dulled by the fluid in my energon lines being shared through our now connected frames.

The noise the humans made faded as the SUVs drove away and the helicopters hauling off the youngling and my two sparklings.

As the humans noise faded, faint noise from the three mechs transformations reached my audials, I didn't care.

The mechs moved around and voices were heard, but I didn't care.

Ratchet tried to check up on me, to get a response of some kind, but everything said was muffled, any touch non-existent.

I didn't care.

All I was feeling, all that I cared about at that moment, was that empty feeling of the loss of connection with two of the most precious beings in all my functioning.

My sparklings. I barely acknowledge when everybot transformed to start moving out. Even Jazz' touch did little to get a response from me. Eventually Jazz must have gotten me to move, because as my processors finally became more clear, I was driving blindly behind Jazz, his spark sending out comforting pulses as though he were calming a sparkling.

I did feel like crying like one. Despite his efforts, I focus on nothing but the emptiness in my spark where I should be feeling my sparklings.

Okay guys, I know very heart/spark felt right there but as the description I wrote for this story said "You'll get to see her true feeling she keeps close to her spark."

Again sorry for the overly late update but hey…. At least it's here actually through some of the duration of my writers block I thought about just not continuing this story, but here we are! Anyways hope you guys enjoyed, and I'm already starting on ideas for chapter six. I'm also planning on getting that Christmas special up, (whispers) I may even include other religions holidays. And here before I go I'd like to explain to you all why it takes so long for my to update. I handwrite a hard copy in an easy to carry notebook, then when I'm done with a chapter I handwrite it again adding and subtracting things I want or don't need, THEN, I type it out on the computer. so , yes they may take a long time to come out, but I put a scrap load of work into them to make them as enjoyable as possible for you all. That being said please leave comments on things I can improve or just things you like about my story so far. (whispers) I think chapter six at least at the start is going to be Jazz' P.O.V. Anyways that's it for me hope you all have a wonderful day I appreciate all of you.

Jinx~