Hey Everyone! CatsPrivateBedroom is back! I am soooo sorry about leaving you all hanging for over two months. I am getting back on track so expect new stories and more chapters of this story soon! Hope you all have a wonderful day!

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers

HOWEVER I do own, Adora, Aphilo, Jemma, Jacey, Jaylon, Hacks, Linley, Hailee, Tamara, Amicus, Echo and Circe.

Units Of Time As I Use Them:

Nano-klick : Second

Klick : Minute

Cycle : Hour

Joor : Day

Orn : Week

Decacycle : 3 Weeks

Groon : Month

Metacycle : Year

2 groons later….

"Hey Carrier, is something wrong?" Linley turned around and smiled at her carrier.

"Nah. Nothing is wrong. Prowler is trying to console his creators."

"What? I… I do not understand."

"Did Ratchet not tell you why you are working alone in the med bay?"

"I have worked alone in the med bay before. Ratchet was not here when I got here… Is everything ok with grand carrier and grand sire? Are they sick?"

Jazz hugged his creation. "Shhhh... Sweetspark… You always did jump to worst case situations. Ratchet and Prime are fine. They are not sick."

"Then why is sire trying to con-" The medic thought for a moment. "Carrier… Who died?"

Jazz looked at the floor. "Jemma died."

"When?"

"Two joor ago. But they just found out this this morning"

"But Carrier… that is not possible!" Linley went in to the office and brought up a file on the computer.

"Linley… I am sorry but she is-" The TIC stopped talking when he heard a voice coming from the computer.

~"So Linley, is Ratchet treating you okay in the med bay?"

"Yeah, he is. He is thrilled that I am back."

"But are you staying this time? Or are you going to leave again, in the middle of the night?"

"I am here to stay Aunt Jemma. Anyway I need to get back to work. Stay safe okay?"

"Of course! We still on for same time next orn?"

"Yes."

"Okay then, Bye Linley."

"Bye Aunt Jemma."~

Then the voices stopped. Linley looked up at her carrier. "I talk to her once a week. I record what we say so that when I miss talking to her I just play the recordings."

"How old is this one?"

"This one is the newest. It was recorded 10 cycles ago. I was working last night. Because of the twins I have been recharging in the mornings and in to the early afternoon cycles. So I have been trading Ratchet."

"Is that why you said she can't be dead?" Linley nodded. "Hey, Linley?"

"Yes Carrier?"

"See if you can get a hold of her."

"I will try." Linley put out the call.

After about 5 rings it was picked up. "Has it really been an orn Linley?"

"No, it has only been about 10 cycles since we last talked."

"Oh. Is something wrong?"

Jazz came in to view of the screen. "Hey Jazz!"

Jazz smiled a little. "We have a little problem."

"I am listening."

"Prime and Ratchet were informed this morning that you were dead!"

Jemma stared at her screen in shock. "Uh yeah… I can see why that is a problem… What can I do to help?"

"Is it possible for you to come here?"

"I can. But it will take about 2 cycles."

"We will see you in two cycles then."

"Okay. Jemma out." The connection was cut and the screen went blank.

Linley powered down the computer. "So now we just have to waste two cycles. That is all." The saboteur nodded.

2 cycles later …

Linley was outside the base waiting for Jemma. "Hey Lee Lee!"

Linley snickered and smiled. "You never will change Aunt Jemma."

"May be one joor, just not this joor."

The two smiled and headed to the med bay. They were in there talking when Linley heard the door open. "Jazz! What the slag is so important that it could not wait?!"

Jemma smiled a little. "Hello, Brother. Long time, eh?"

Prowl look away from his mate and saw his creation standing next to his supposed dead sister. "Jemma?"

"The one and only. Linley and Jazz told me what had happened. So I knew I had to come here."

"But…"

"I know. But I promise that I am very much alive. My creations would be crushed to know that I was gone. I am all they have. There sire is not around anymore."

Prowl stared at his sister in shock. "Wait… you have creations?"

Jemma nodded and pulled a data pad from sub space. She handed it to her brother.

"I have 3 in fact. One mech, Amicus and twin femmes, Echo and Circe. Amicus is about 12 metacycles old. It is why I ran away the first time. I left for a metacycle and I fell in love. He would watch Amicus while I was here. The second time I left… My lover was sick. I became sparked again shortly after I returned home. Echo and Circe are almost 5 metacycles old."

Linley squeezed her aunt's shoulder gently. "She had a friend looking after them while she was here. She was scared to tell you, Ratchet and Prime that she was a young creator. Shortly after she saw me at graduation she left to be with her family, knowing that I would step up to the plate. I have been talking with her once a week ever since."

Prowl sighed and rubbed his helm. "You know that Carrier and Sire will want to see you and will want to see them and will want you to stay here and never leave."

"But I can't do that. I can come and visit but I can never stay. In fact I have to leave soon."

"But you just got here!"

"Yes and Amicus is taking care of his two younger sisters. It isn't his job. It is mine."

Prowl sighed. "What about Carrier and Sire?"

"I will call when I get back home."

"Where exactly is home, sister?"

"Sorry brother… I can't tell you that." With that Jemma started to walk away. "Hey Linley?"

"Yeah, Jemma?"

"I'll talk to you same time next orn, okay?"

"Of Course. Thank you for coming."

"No problem." With that said she left the med bay.

Prowl tried to go after her. "Sire don't!" He stopped and looked at his daughter. "Ratchet and Prime will find out. I promise. I plan on calling her in about a cycle or two and see if she will talk to grand carrier and grand sire. That way she is at a safe distance."

"Linley…?"

She sighed. "There is another reason I call her once an orn. She has managed to work herself in to extreme paranoia and anxiety. She has the stuff required to keep it at bay, but because she is so busy sometimes she forgets. Sire… Her lover? The mech she talked about was very sick. He died shortly after Jemma found out she was carrying again. She has three creations to take care of. I call to check in, to make sure she keeps up with her shots, to make sure the creations are okay."

Prowl broke. "How do I tell my Carrier and Sire?"

"Sire… I will do it. You need to spend time with Jazz. He is carrying after all. I will take care of Ratchet and Prime." Prowl nodded and him and Jazz left.

Linley called Jemma again. After two rings the call was picked up. "I just got home, what is going on?"

"Ratchet and Prime need to know that you are alive. I have a plan."

"Okay…" Linley told Jemma the plan and she agreed.

She went down the corridors and stop when she got to Prime's quarters. She buzzed the door. "Hello?"

"It is me Linley." The doors opened and Linley thought her spark was going to break. "Grand Carrier." Ratchet looked up with fluid pooling in his optics.

"Linley!" He clung to her and sobbed.

Prime looked at her. "Is there something you wanted? Or just visiting?"

"Both. I have an important call that both you and Grand Carrier need to hear."

The Autobot leader pointed to the computer in on the other side of the room. Ratchet let go of Linley and wiped his optics.

Linley turned on the computer and connected the call. "If you are still there, your message can now be heard."

"Hello, Carrier. Hello Sire."

"JEMMA?!"

The femme laughed. "The one and only, Carrier. You voice seems to be in good working order."

Linley turned the screen on and moved out of the way and Ratchet went over to the computer.

"Linley told me what happened and what both of you had heard. I decided to call you and let you know that I am alive and well and so are your grand creations."

Prime moved so that he was standing behind his mate. "Did you say grand creations?"

She nodded. "Yes. I have a 12 metacycle old mech, and twin femmes who are 5 metacycles old. I can go get them if you want to talk to them."

Ratchet wiped the rest of his tears and nodded. "Yes, please." Jemma smiled and went to get her creations.

Prime looked at Linley. "How did you know she was alive?"

"I talk to her once and orn and our most recent call was 10 cycles before Jazz came and told me that she had been dead for two joors."

Ratchet looked over and smiled at Linley. "Thank you."

"No problem grand carrier."

Just then, Jemma came back. "Okay. Amicus, this is your grand carrier and grand sire. Say hello." He smiled and waved and then scurried off. "He is a little shy." Jemma pulled the twins on to her lap. "These two are Echo and Circe. Say hi you two." They waved, smiled and said hi. They then scurried off to play.

Author's Note: Hey! I hope you all enjoyed that! I will be posting new stories soon so keep your optics peeled for those! Also I am still writing this story so expect more chapter for this story! Best of luck to all and until next time!