A/n: Hey everyone, I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter and finding out that I didn't kill off Prowler (I'm not that mean xD), and don't worry about Scalpel - he's not dead yet but I can promise you he'll come to the very nasty end he deserves at some point during this story. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who hates that little spider XD
Anyway, in this chapter we have some decepticons and I've written a short battle scene for that. There's also some Prime and Jazz/Phoenix bonding as well as some Ratchet in there. I hope you enjoy this chapter, thank you to anyone who has favourited/followed/reviewed this story so far and special thanks and lots of cookies to my regular reviewers CastielLunaWinchester and Bee4ever, you guys are awesome! If you like this story, please review, and thank you all for reading!
-AnAshBlackSword
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing to do with transformers.
Jazz's POV
His charge jumps up and throws her arms around his holoform's neck.
"Jazz! You're okay!" She says delightedly and he laughs.
"Of course ah am, it'll take more than tha' to offline meh." He pauses for a second, feeling something that he hasn't felt for vorns. "Guess wha'?" He tells her as she pulls away.
"What?"
"Ah can feel Prowler, the bondin' worked! It works!" She looks surprised, then elated and fist pumps the air. He laughs with her, before another explosion rocks the base and he switches off his holoform and gets up in his true form.
"Where are you going?!"
"The base is under attack, an' Optimus the 'bots'll need help."
"I'm coming too then!" She announces and he looks her over. Her arm is still bandaged, her ear still a little damaged and she's still recovering from what Scalpel did to her. Shame he didn't the little bugger, but he'll make sure to do that sometime soon. That aside, there is no way she is coming with him.
"Like pit ya are. Ya are gonna stay here, understand?" He tells her and she grumbles, annoyed at him. "Someone needs ta watch Prowler." He says again, and sighing noisily, she relents.
"Fine." She agrees reluctantly and takes a seat beside Prowl. He activates his arm blades, only pausing at the door to point one at her.
"Stay." He says and she inclines her head. Sprinting off, he runs out of the base and straight into a warzone. From what he can tell, the majority of the decepticon troops are here and all of the Autobots bar Prowl. Even Ratchet is engaging the enemy, something the medic rarely does. He's struggling, and so Jazz slices the decepticon through the spark from behind.
"Jazz? What in Primus' name are you doing?! You need to get back in the base this astrosecond!" Ratchet shouts angrily when he sees who helped him.
"Ah'm functional."
"Barely."
"Ya need all the help ya can get." Ratchet looks from Jazz to the battle and back to Jazz again.
"Fine, but I will offline you later." He growls and they leap back into the fray, Jazz slicing with his blades and Ratchet with his saws. Jazz has got to admit that the medic makes a good back-up, and a formidable opponent with those sawblades.
And the wrenches, he reflects wryly as one goes flying with deadly accuracy and hits the 'con fighting Bumblebee in the head. The scout takes advantage of his distracted opponent, stabbing him straight through the spark and then beeps a 'thank you', tossing the wrench back to Ratchet who catches it.
At the front, he can see Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, the frontliners offlining every opponent stupid or brave enough to get in the way of the pair. The pranksters are two of the best fighters the Autobot army has ever had. Ironhide is behind them, shooting pretty much everything that poses a threat.
He turns his head to see Arcee engaged with one of the numerous insections, and grits his denta as another 'con attacks her from behind. There's nothing he can do to help the smaller femme, who despite being an excellent fighter due to training under Ironhide, is quickly getting overpowered by her two bigger opponents.
Luckily, Prime steps in and lops of the head off the insecticon, leaving Arcee to quickly offline her other opponent. Eventually, the decepticons are forced to make a retreat as their human allies also make an appearance, helping the 'bots to gain the upper hand. Starscream is leading the charge, and Megatron is nowhere to be seen so it is him that gives the order.
"Decepticons, retreat!" He cries, and the seekers and decepticons alike take to the air. Jazz turns to Ratchet who has taken a blast to the side. The wound isn't serious, but it looks painful.
"Lemme help ya wit' tha'." Jazz says, and Ratchet shakes his head.
"Later, others need attention first." He grunts out, hand over the wound. "You can help me by going back to the base and checking on Prowl's status."
"No need for tha', the bond worked an' ah can feel him. He's offline, but he's stable." Ratchet nods once.
"Good, it's about time." He states curtly before going off to look at the casualties. Despite her close run-in Arcee's injuries are only aesthetic. As usual, the frontliner twins are the most damaged, closely followed by Ironhide. Bumblebee also has a nasty leg wound, and Prime some chassis damage, but considering the amount of decepticons, it could have been a lot worse.
Jazz assists the yellow scout back to the med-bay, only to find that his charge is not where he left her. He groans and looks around, but a scan reveals she isn't in the med-bay or the nearby vicinity. Panic grips him as he realises that she might have been taken by the decepticons.
"Slag, why can't tha' human do as ah say?" He mutters and Bumblebee beeps at him. "Ah better go an' look for 'er."
"Like pit you will. You will stay here where I can see you. And before you go on about the 'cons taking her, I'll send someone else to have a look. Happy?" Ratchet says, and Jazz sighs before nodding, knowing he doesn't really have a choice. Ratchet looks around the med-bay at the various 'bots.
"Prime. Go find Jazz's charge then come back so I can fix that arm puncture."
"Of course Ratchet." Prime replies, before heading out to find Phoenix. Jazz retrieves a nearby patch-kit before setting about repairing part of Bumblebee's leg.
Phoenix's POV
After Jazz had left, Phoenix had decided to listen to her guardian before getting worried and really bored. Then she had decided to go and see if she could find a weapons room to go help the 'bots, but had just ended up going underground and getting ridiculously lost in rows upon rows of what looks the Autobot's version of books.
There was lots of weird alien stuff here too that looked pretty interesting and she wondered what it was for. Noticing a weird light coming from a doorway, she ran over to it and noticed a pedestal with an odd object on it.
"Huh. Wonder what that could be?" She mused to herself, before beginning to climb up the pedestal. On top, there was a broken shard of an object with a lot of symbols on it. It was glowing a funny blue colour so she decided to pick it up and have a look at it.
It gave her another weird electric shock like the one she had gotten in the med-bay earlier, and she dropped it in surprise, giving it a suspicious look before a chuckle came from behind her.
"I see you have discovered our archives and the allspark shard." Said a deep voice that was obviously Optimus and she turned to look at the tall 'bot.
"An allspark? What does that do?"
"It was originally a cube that onlined the first sparks of Cybertron. It was lost in the war and we followed it here, to earth and we met Sam and Mikaela who had the location of the allspark, which was being held with Megatron's frozen body. Megatron and I fought for the cube in Mission city, where Sam saved me by placing the cube in Megatron's chest and destroying it, leaving only a few shards."
"Oh, so does it still work?"
"No. This particular shard was used to revive Jazz after Megatron ripped him in half at the battle. Doing so depleted it of power, but as it is a precious artefact of our race, we all felt it right to keep it here." Jazz was killed? The thought in itself was shocking to her, thinking of her guardian dead. Although, she reflected, trust him to attack Megatron of all 'bots.
"So it's definitely dead?" It didn't seem to be, having zapped her like it did.
"Yes. Our scanners can detect no signs of energy being emitted from the allspark." He said somewhat sadly, and she felt sorry for him and the others, having lost their home and the way to create their race.
"I'm sorry."
"It is not your fault." He replied, and they remained that way in silence before she looked back through the door to the rows of 'books'.
"What is that then?"
"Those are our archives. We have downloaded what we can remember of our races History to the archives under all our bases around the world, and what history was stored in the Xanthium when it brought the second wave of Autobots to earth."
"So, a giant library?"
"Yes. Now come, I believe your guardian is getting quite worried about your whereabouts." He said, offering her his hand which she climbed into, giving one last suspicious look at the Allspark shard. It definitely didn't seem dead to me. An odd pang of worry hit her in the chest and she tried to shake off the feeling, but couldn't.
This day just seemed to get weirder and weirder, she thought as Optimus took her back to the med- bay and she was deposited in the servos of a rather worried (and slightly angry) Jazz.
"Ah thought ah told ya to stay!"
"I did! For a while. And then I got bored and I went looking for weapons and got lost in your library-place-thing!" She told him indignantly and Ratchet rolled his eyes.
"She definitely takes after you Jazz." The medic told them and Jazz glared at the medic before looking back down at his charge.
"Are ya okay though?"
"Yeah, are you? Is Prowl awake yet?"
"Ah'm fine, an' Ratch' says Prowler will be online tomorrow. Ya should get some rest ya know, ya are scanning as being tired and hungry."
Jazz's POV
"Mm'hmm." She murmured before curling up in her guardian's hand and falling fast asleep. Ratchet pointed a wrench at Jazz threateningly.
"You should get some recharge as well whilst I fix up these two slaggers." The medic growled, gesturing at the Lamborghini twins who were currently under sedation as Ratchet worked on them. All the others had left by now, and Prime had slipped out whilst Jazz had been talking to Phoenix.
"Will do Ratch'." He said, before narrowing his optics. "Afta' ya let meh fix tha' wound. Ah deals ah deal."
"Oh for Primus' sake. If I let you, will you get off my plating?"
"Naturally mech." Jazz replied, and the medic sighed before taking a seat and tossing the patch kit at Jazz who caught it with ease. He set about fixing up the wound as best as he could. Even though he was no medic, most 'bots had been taught in basic training how to patch a wound, and Ratchet had taught most on earth more than strictly necessary. Jazz sighed as he came across older wounds across the medic's plating, rips and tears that had been hastily fixed.
"What?" Ratchet growled.
"Ya should realleh take better care of yaself, 'doc."
"My name is Ratchet, and I take perfectly good care of myself."
"These scars beg ta differ." Ratchet was silent for a moment.
"But then who would take care of the rest of you? There's always something to fix around here." He replied, and Jazz sighed. As much as he hated to admit it, Ratchet was right. That didn't mean Jazz couldn't do anything for the exhausted medic though.
"Point taken." He said, finishing the repair. "Now, ah'm going ta get some recharge and ya are as well."
"Excuse me?"
"Ya heard meh. An' as Prowl's out of action, tha' makes me temporary SIC, so ah can pull rank if ya object."
"You can't be fragging serious."
"Ah am. As temporary SIC I order ya to get some recharge now." He told the unimpressed medic who growled and placed his tools down. "Ya can even recharge opposite the twins if ya are tha' worried about 'em." He said again, and unsurprisingly Ratchet did so, stubborn slagger he was.
"Goodnight, Sir." Ratchet muttered and Jazz placed a blanket on Phoenix before cupping her against his chassis and lying on his berth next to Prowl.
"'Night Ratch'." He said, and there was a pause. "Hey Ratch'? Thanks for caring so much 'bout us stupid slaggers." He said softly, knowing the medic was still online. He thought that Ratchet wasn't going to reply, before Ratchet spoke, equally as soft.
"You're welcome." The medic replied, before snorting and facing the wall. "Someone has to do it."