Hello Lady Femmes and Gentlebots! Welcome back! I have thought of the best way to continue from the little cliff hanger! I am a bit spazzy today so if it translates to this chapter, I apologize.

I forgot to mention before, this all happens after Mission City and before the battle in Egypt.

****IMPORTANT****: Jazz lives because of a theory I thought up after watching some of the cartoons and the movies. He may have been split in half BUT! his spark (heart/soul) and his processor (head/brain) were in tact! In one of the cartoons, Megatron is just a big head connected to a power source. As far as I'm concerned , Jazz just needed Ratchet to patch him together to get the brain and the heart back working together. It was a very PAINFUL experience and Jazz went into immediate Stasis Lock when it happened, but he didn't die!

This is version 2 cuz i wrote two different versions with slight changes and couldn't decide which I liked more. So enjoy!

Also! Thanks Crimsoneyedangel for reviewing! Short and sweet!

The battle was raging all around what had once been a simple archaeological dig site for a teacher and his student. Soldiers were running around shooting at giant robotic creatures while staying out of the way of two that seemed to be on their side.

Gabrielle Wildefier was forcing air into her lungs as Lennox pulled her back from the dead machine that had tried to kill her. Her breathe was short and her mind seemed to stop completely with her heart. She couldn't hear Lennox or the battle, just like how she couldn't draw air into her shocked and bruised lungs.

'BREATHE!' a voice in her mind screamed, begged, pleaded with her. That simple word brought her back to reality and she took a deep breath of air, coughing on the sand that was thrown up. Lennox was giving orders to the Solstice, which in her stupor went unnoticed.

A steady mantra started up in her mind, she hugged herself and muttered it, trying to comprehend what it was her body needed to do, and what everyone else needed her to do "Breathe, just breath. It's ok, everything is fine as long as you breathe. Breathe."

"Wild! Get in Jazz." Lennox was in her face again, shoving something into her arms. "Look at me! Get in Jazz! Get away." Comprehension wasn't showing on her face. He grabbed her arms and shoved her into the passenger side of the car. "Get out of here and keep that safe! Go!" Lennox stepped back and the door closed of it's own accord.

The car, Jazz, shot off like a rocket, hitting speeds faster than anything she's ever seen. She whipped her head back first to see what she could of the fight still going on and then to the driver to meet this mysterious Jazz.

"HOLY SHITAKI MUSHROOMS! Where the hell is the driver!?" She made to jump into the driver's seat but the seat belt wrapped around her, securing her in the seat.

"Chill femme. I got ya."

GABY'S POV

"What. On. Earth?" I hardly breathed as I realized that there is a very real possibility this car was like that other one.

"Ah think ya mean what on Cybotron." The voice was deep and smooth, the accent unlike anything I've heard on earth.

"What is a Cybertron? Better. What are you?" My weird-shit-o-meter was off the charts, the bag gripped so hard my knuckles were white and getting sore. "Are you like…like that other one? Are you-are you going to hurt me?" The words themselves were quiet and weak, but legitimately asked.

"Nah femme. Ah ain't gonna hurt ya. Ah'm a Autobot. De good guy in this case. Cybertron's mah home." The car, he, had to have been breaking 200 miles an hour now, faster than any rode car should be able to go. But it was obvious he wasn't a normal car.

"But…you turn into…" I let the sentence hang, I don't have a clue what to call this guy!

"Lahk ah said. An Autobot. Big ass, alien robot if tha' helps. Designation Jazz, Second in command under Optimus Prime." Wonderful, just wonderful. I'm in the seat of an alien soldier who sounds like he's in the middle of war.

"What, pray tell, is an Optimus Prime?" My confidence grew making my voice more steady but my body was still shivering.

The adrenaline that had been pumped through my veins since the moment I saw the smoke rising from camp was slowly ebbing away making me feel cold and tired. I didn't want to feel safe yet in Jazz, but something about him was saying I was.

"Nah a what. A who. E's our commander, a Prime." He sounded confident when speaking of this Prime, he must be a good man.

"Why do I get a feeling there's a lot more I'm missing?"

"Cuz there is. Boss bot will explain everythin' to ya when we get ya back ta base. Yer important now, and an ally. We need ta get ya outta tha danger." That cleared nothing up for me.

"Ok…can you at least tell me…what happened to Professor Jayson?" There was silence then. Something told me, whatever happened to Jayson, I don't want to know.

"Jus' wait till we get back ta base femme," was the gentle reply I got. The car drove on, the desert landscape unchanging, the engine purring with a power I just now realized was not normal, but still comforting to hear. For the next few hours I stared out the window, trying to process all that's happened and try to figure out what's next. As day waned into dusk, I started to doze in my seat, the day finally fading as my conscious thoughts slid into dreams.

JAZZ POV

I had tuned in her heart beat to make sure she stayed steady and the drop in temp concerned me until I picked up that she was slowly falling asleep. Guess the stress caught up with her. There were many things I had yet to explain to her, but that would be Optimus' job.

"Jazz, you alright?" –Ironhide

"Yeah, Ah'm good. The femme's doin' a'ight too. What's the status of the humans? De site?" –Jazz

"Santir, Socks, and Professor Jayson were offlined. We got lucky with so few casualties. The entire area is rubble though. Glitchin' Cons were thorough." –Ironhide

"Frag…da prof is offline? Poor kid…she's sleepin' righ' now. Meet ya at base? Headin' ta Jolt's position or takin' nother route?" –Jazz

"We'll meet you at base. We're closer to the other airfield. We need to get the girl and the bag back to Diego Garcia ASAP." –Ironhide

"Copy. See ya there." –Jazz

NEUTRAL POV-IN/THE CAR

Jazz turned his awareness inward to his interior of his alt mode. He was tempted to wake her up and tell her the news, however he knew she'd be busy the next few earth months if what Prime thought was going to happen, happens. He let her sleep, keeping his interior at a comfortable temperature as the evening came on and putting on some soft music.

Gaby mumbled a bit in her sleep, and let out a soft giggle before becoming silent again. Jazz debated whether to get Jolt to administer a drug to her to keep her asleep the whole way home, or just let her be.

Thinking on all that's happened and how she's reacted so far, he figured she should be fine without the medical help.

22 HOURS LATER-DIEGO GARCIA-

NORMAL POV

One of the planes set aside for the use of the Autobots came rolling over the tarmac, holding in it two vehicles and one very important young woman now. During the long flight, Gaby had in fact awoken and tried to get out of the car, panic having set it.

She was strapped down to a chair in a dark place that felt like an airplane, all of which scared and confused her enough to fight to get out. Jazz awoke from his own recharge to recognize what was going on and calm her down. Once it was clear she would not be sleeping again, and with at least 12 hours more of the flight, Jolt went ahead and gave Jazz a gas to help her sleep the remaining time away.

Now the ramp was opening and sunlight was streaming into the cramped space. Gabrielle's eyes twitched behind the lids, the sun moving along her face as Jazz pulled out of the cargo hold and drove slowly to the main hanger for debriefing. Her eyes fluttered open, heavy from sleep. Her mind had yet to catch up with her when Jazz spoke.

"Come on femme, 'nough recharge for ya." Jazz's frame shook a bit to help wake her. Gaby sat up straighter in the seat looking around. This was not the Middle Eastern desert she'd come to expect when she wakes up. "Need ya ta get out."

Gaby stumbled out from the solstice, her entire body stiff and sore with multiple popping coming from all over her body as she stretched. She was still pleasantly hazy, -not a morning person at all- that is until the sound started up; the sound of metal shifting and hissing. Turning around to the noise Gaby's eyes grew wide, waking up entirely now as memories of the previous day came back to her.

In front of her was a huge silver robot where the Solstice had been, looking down at her. Her body locked up in shock, her mind numb in fear and fascination. She was breathless, speechless, half praying she was dreaming, half hoping she was wide-awake and this was as real as it could get. And finally, to Jazz's relief, she spoke.

"Whoa."