Silver Heart

By TimeAndLife21

It has been over two weeks since she proposed the idea of bringing Jazz back to life. Nyx was finally allowed to have all-access to the now disbanded Sector Seven Base. She started by searching every computer and every paper file that existed in the base. Before the day would even begin, she would go to Ratchet for a check up and a few tests. As she wandered his medbay one day, she found a curious object. Asking Ratchet about it, he reluctantly told her. Turned out, that it was a shard of the All-Spark. For now, it was kept safely in his temporary med-bay. She was a little hurt that the bots didn't tell her about it, but she knew that they had their reasons.

"No one must know for now. Optimus is only taking precautions before letting your General know of its existence." Ratchet told her.

She yawned as she was waiting for Ratchet to come over to examine her. She was tired. She had been spending her time cooped up in the old cluttered storage rooms where most files have been put away for who knows how long. She had asked Morshower to find the scientists that worked on her (if they are still alive), but in order to find them; she had to find the files first. She may have all the time in the world, but she had been thinking of the possibility of being bored to death…it could happen. Truthfully she would rather be out at the shooting range, but her will to find those files was driving her nuts. She was fidgeting, never staying still.

"Primus, femme, would you quit your glitching? It's bad enough that you don't get your required recharge hours in, you are practically anxious." He said as he walked over to the berth that served as his desk and medical bed.

It was only temporary.

"Sorry Ratch. I've just been running ragged trying to find those damned files. I sincerely hope that they weren't trashed." She said as she ran her hand through her hair.

He was right though. She kept waking up almost four times a night. Ever since she started to find those files, the memories of the torture and the horrific experimentations started to surface. She would wake up in a cold sweat and hugged herself and tried to think of better memories.

"Sorry…I've been having nightmares again." She said as she closed her eyes.

She rubbed the left eye a little before she looked up. As she did so, she gave a shout of surprise, almost falling off the berth, but a hand on her arm stopped that.

There was an older man on the berth. He was taller than her and a little on the thin side. He was wearing a doctor's coat, grey denim jeans and a yellow pressed dress shirt. He looked like he was in his early twenties late thirties, still pretty good looking though. His skin was lightly tanned and his hair was blond and messy. He had a sharp scar above his right eye and his left ear looked like it was chipped off a little. He had light stubble around his jaw line also having a light scar that reached from the bottom of his jaw to the middle of his cheekbone. He was wearing black-rimmed glasses over the bright electrical blue eyes that were staring intently at her.

"Careful, I don't want you to fall over and offline yourself." He said gruffly, a little of the tenor side, as he pulled her up.

"Uh…who are you?" She said as she looked around.

There was no sight of Ratchet anywhere.

"Well, it looks like the holoform worked nicely, still in the prototype phase, but is seems to be stable." The man said as he was observing his hands and arms. She felt her jaw drop in shock and her eyes went wide.

"R-Ratchet?" She said as she walked cautiously over to the man.

"Yes, Phoenix?" He said as he looked at her with curiosity.

She reached out to him and poked him in the shoulder.

"What the heck?" She said as she continuously poked him.

She was taken aback as a large hand grabbed her wrist and she looked up and saw the man frown at her. She laughed and smiled nervously.

"Hehe…sorry Ratch, I'm just very…surprised." She said as she stepped back.

"It's just a prototype. It's temporary but it will help get the job done." He said as he turned and went over to a table.

How she didn't notice that was beyond her. "Wait, you said 'Holoform'. What is it?" She asked as she followed.

He turned back to face her and explained.

"It's a temporary prototype, if I had Wheeljack here, he could probably perfect it." He said as he observed the medical instruments on the table.

He gestured to her to sit down on a chair and she did.

"You still haven't answered my question." She said nervously.

She looked down at the instruments and felt slightly queasy. Ratchet took notice at this, but dropped the question that he wanted to ask.

"This 'holoform', consists of nanoforms. It's still a work in progress. I have been working on it for the past 2 orns. I scanned one of many human doctors on the World Wide Web and used it for this holoform, it's slowly adapting to my personality and appearance to make it more individual." He explained simply as his eyes observed her body.

He frowned as information ran through his processor.

"You haven't been sleeping have you?" He said sternly.

Nyx looked down. "I need to find those files." She said placing an elbow on the table then put her chin onto her open palm.

"You need your rest. If you want to find those files, you need to have energy to find them. Meaning REST." Ratchet stressed the word.

Nyx shook her head. "I'll rest when I find those files." She said yawning.

Ratchet shook his head.

The femme was a stubborn one. "After this, you will go back to bed. That is not a request…it's an order." He glared at her over his glasses.

She didn't have the heart to glare back. She really was that tired.

"Fine." She frowned.

Ratchet picked up a data pad and looked it over.

"When was your last doctor's appointment?" He asked. There wasn't a response.

"Phoenix?" He looked up and saw her chuckle nervously.

"I…haven't had a doctor's appointment in…about 40 years." She said biting her lip. Ratchet felt like throwing a wrench at her.

"You haven't had a doctor's appointment…in 40 years?" He said incredulously.

She didn't look him in the eye.

"Well that was a nice talk Ratch, I'm heading out." She said as she got up, unfortunately, she didn't get far.

"Sit. Down. Before I think of throwing you across the room. I know you could survive at least that." Ratchet glared.

"You wouldn't do that. I'm too special." She said as she sat back down, reluctantly.

"Don't tempt me." He said pointing a finger at her.

"Primus, you haven't been to a doctor for that long. Eventually you need to have a check up." He said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I don't trust doctors." She murmured as she looked at the floor.

He caught that. "Why is that? Aren't…oh." He caught on.

She was experimented on. It probably raised a few unpleasant memories just by being here.

"Forgive me Phoenix. That was careless of me." He said as he placed his hand on her shoulder.

There was a beat of silence.

"It's not that Ratchet…at least I was unconscious for most of my tests and experiments…it was after I got out of my grave." She said straightening up in her seat.

"Um, I'll tell you my story while you work on me…it thinks it's easier that way." She said biting her lip.

Ratchet may have been a war worn medic and a soldier, but even he had times when he would just stand back. Back on Cybertron before the war started, he was once a politician, he listened and he gave advice and he even had to play therapist to some of the more older Cybertronians who where stressed beyond the normal point. Those days were dead and gone. Nyx on the other hand, she went through wars and still had the time -and more- to just relax and forget the unpleasant memories. She did her time serving, but just by being here, the military lifestyle caught backup to her and swallowed her in again. He looked at the medical instruments on the table and against his better judgment as a medic; he let her go for the day.

"Tell you what, we'll do some medical testing later this week. We'll take this one step at a time. But at least let me take a vial of blood to study. And afterwards you can tell me what I need to know. Understood?" He asked as he pulled up a chair and sat in it.

Nyx looked up at him in shock. She was expecting him to just do all the tests here and now. She gently smiled at the medic.

"Thank you." She smiled.

He huffed. "Don't tell the Autobots. I'd like to keep my reputation intact." He grumbled.

"Now tell me, why have you been avoiding the doctors until now?" He asked.

She shifted in her seat a little, clearly uncomfortable and a little scared.

"Phoenix…I believe this is Doctor/Patient confidentiality. Anything you say, I will not repeat." He said gently. She nodded and took a deep breath.

"I…I was married once." She said breathlessly.

This surprised Ratchet. If she had a husband, wouldn't he be with her right now? This intrigued him.

"It was the summer of '58. It was about 4 years before I disguised myself as a man to go into the Cold War. I was a bar singer in the heart of New York. I worked in a bar called "The Jive" for about 8 months just earning a living singing my heart out. Then…He came along. His name was Jonathan Cane. Back then it wasn't proper for girls to ask out men, so I saw him from afar. He had this sort of businessman look to him. Great hair, green eyes and really nice physique." She said smiling and blushing a little.

"After coming to the bar for a few times, he asked me out. We went to Sock Hops and swing clubs and the movies." She laughed smiling at her memories.

Then her eyes lit up with happiness. "He proposed to me in the middle of New York Park. It thought that wasn't possible for me. But it happened. We married in a white chapel and said our vows and it was death till us part…" She chuckled.

Then the smile turned into a sad one. "After getting a nice house, he had a steady job as a Construction worker and a weapons maker, I worked as a librarian. After 2 years of marriage…" She trailed off.

The strangest thing Ratchet saw was a glowing tear running down her face. He wanted to take samples, but he refrained, she was telling him something that she most likely never told anyone else. She trusted him.

She sniffed. "We tried to have a child. A family with a white picket fence and green grass yard. Every time, the tests would come back negative. It was the year of '61 that I persuaded him to go to the doctor to see what was wrong." She said shakily.

She was wringing her hands. "John was fine…in fact he was healthy as a horse…" She saw Ratchet's confusion.

"Uh, he was really healthy. No problems whatsoever." She explained. Ratchet nodded to let her go on.

"Where was I…oh…um…It was my turn. I went in and the nurses were checking me out. And…"

The tears were flowing.

"I…I couldn't…I couldn't have…"

She took a deep breath.

"Children." She choked.

She wiped her tears away with her fist. "They said…that something was wrong with my ovaries…they weren't sure why." She took a deep breath again.

"John was angry. He said that we needed a second opinion. Soon it was a third opinion, then a fourth and fifth. We spent money getting to professionals that have seen my condition before…they treated woman with their treatments." She gritted her teeth.

"I was back in tests and treatments again. John and I fought more. If we couldn't have a child, we could adopt one or two. He wouldn't have it. He didn't want a child that wasn't his."

She bit her bottom lip harder, making it bleed.

"After four years of marriage…he divorced me. Said he refused to have a wife that couldn't have children." The tears came flowing out intensely.

Ratchet got up and slightly unsure what to do, he had dealt with crying femmes in the past, but this was different. His processor searched the Internet and saw that a best way to comfort a woman was to hug her. He wasn't a hugger. But he did so anyways. He could hear her breath hitch and sob.

"All this time, I thought there was something wrong with me. I come back from the dead, I have these abilities that drives me nuts, I mean, all I thought was when I married him was that I would have a normal life, maybe even grow old and die naturally. He just…left me." She cried softly.

Ratchet frowned. Don't the humans on this earth value marriage? On Cybertron it was unheard of. Sparkmates bond for life, it was sacred to many, even the Decepticons, as despicable as they are, value it. What do they call it here on Earth? Marriage Counseling? It was rare to see Cybertronians to have disputes such as that. Femmes were well respected back then. It was a crime to go against Femmes. They carry the young sparklings and they raise them to be good mechs or femmes. Femmes keep the family unit together.

"I hate Sector Seven." She finally said after she stopped crying.

He had her fluids on him, but that didn't matter.

"Sector Seven turned me into this…freak…all I want is a normal life…is that too much to ask for Ratch?" She said as she leaned back taking in deep breaths to calm herself.

Ratchet had to agree. "No. What Sector Seven did to you was unforgivable."

He felt his spark contract at the broken woman that was in front of him.

"We can't change the past, Phoenix. But I'm certain that we could change your future." He said as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

She looked up at him with watery eyes. At this, Ratchet could see that she was like a little sparkling who is lost in a world of adults. She said once that she was abandoned when she was a small child. No parents to speak of, growing up in a cold world with no one to look to. He placed his hand on her head affectionately.

"You are still here. You moved on haven't you?" He asked.

Nyx bitterly chuckled. "After the 'Nam War, I came back to New York. I was walking down a street and I saw him." She said looking down at the floor again.

"Turned out he remarried a brown-haired woman and he had 4 kids with her." She looked up with an angry face.

"I walked right past him and he didn't even recognized me. I guess I have moved on. We did love each other once. I guess it wasn't enough." She said looking up at the ceiling.

"Now that I think about it…my life really did turn out for the better. I met you guys didn't I?" She smiled at him.

"Maybe I should thank the All-Spark sometime. I met you guys and I'm with beings that live as long as I do." She chuckled.

Ratchet let a rare smile on his face and ruffled her hair, eliciting a giggle from her.

"You have a point. Phoenix, keep in mind that you have us to come to." He said as he hugged the woman again.

"Thanks Ratch. I appreciate it." She said as she shifted on the chair again.

"So…you gonna take my blood now?" She asked.

Ratchet nodded. "After this, you WILL go to bed, youngling." He ordered sternly, but his eyes gave away a little concern for her.

She gave a half-hearted salute.

"Yessir." She smiled.

A couple of weeks of tests later, Nyx FINALLY found those pesky files that she so desperately wanted. They were hidden in an old metal filing cabinet that looked like it has seen better days. She mostly hung out with Ratchet for the time being. Optimus was with Morshower discussing about a new base. She was excited about it. The Autobots were getting tired of the small Sector Seven Base. Ironhide was especially glad that they would be moving out. Depending on where they will go, there will be a lot of target practice for Ironhide once they get out of here. His trigger finger has been itching for two months now; no one knows when he may snap. Luckily it won't take too long for Morshower and Optimus to find a secluded place to be for the new base.

The tests that Nyx had done, well it was interesting to say the least. She had to get a complete physical by Ratchet. Everywhere. At least nothing major was wrong with her. Ratchet had asked her if she had broken any bones before, when she said yes, he got confused.

"You have absolutely no evidence of bone fractures or bone healings. It's as if it never happened." He said to her.

Great. Not only can she die and come back to life, her bones apparently would look like new even after they would get broken. The scars that she once had before her testing in S7 (She was clumsy even when she was a child) disappeared after her first death. She felt a little too perfect. Every soldier here at base has scars and stories to tell. Now…her blood on the other hand is a different story. When Ratchet took a vial of her blood, it was a strange color. It was more of a light purple, rather than a deep maroon red of human blood. Nyx couldn't help but stare at her arm where the blood came from. She couldn't help but be curious about it.

She was going through the papers in the Medbay. Ratchet was working on Ironhide. It was time for the Autobots to have their check up. She looked up to the beakers that were on her desk that held her blood. Ratchet had a theory that the All Spark Experiments that was tested on her changed her biology over time. But she recalled her blood being red many times before…what was so different about her now? She yawned and told herself that she'll think about it later. She turned back to the papers that were in front of her, taking out a batch of black and white pictures, she observed them. There was on picture that showed her looking at the camera with dead, dark, eyes, stringy blond hair, and wearing tight white pants and a top heavy shirt, she grimaced at what she looked like back then. She looked like a skeleton in this picture, looking at the date, April 17th 1942. Sunken cheeks and her bones were showing. She looked at the description on the papers.

April 17th, 1942: Subject 27's 29th take in the Cube's water. It's the third week of having her as a test for Project Aindrias. She lost more than half her body weight; this is common for the test subjects who have been exposed to the waters for a short amount of time. With the diet that we put her on, she will regain her weight and we will be starting her on the soldiers training. We also have her doing studies, teaching her to write clearly and how to speak, as the short-term effects include loss of vocals. We'll give her a day off to wander the base to regain her strength. We need her back into the waters on Saturday. I have a feeling that 27 will be a success. The other subjects felt nausea and contracted colds and other illnesses for the durations of the tests until the fourth month. She hasn't contracted anything yet. We may just succeed at making a Super Soldier yet.

Nyx's nose wrinkled at the note. She'd rather forget what happened to her, but she wanted to find these doctors that did this to her and reverse this curse. Her face was contorted into a frown and her brow furrowed in concentration.

"Your face will get stuck that way if you keep it up fleashling." She heard Ironhide's voice.

She looked up expecting to see the metal face of her friend but she fell out of her chair as she could see a man in front of her.

"Holy mother of…don't do that!" She growled.

The man in front of her chuckled. "If I knew you'd scare easily, I've would have done it sooner." He said smiling.

That voice…

"Ironhide?" She asked confused.

He nodded. "Wow…he actually got himself a holoform." She thought as she got up and dusted herself off.

He was taller than her, around the same height as Ratchet, but more on the muscle side and his skin was tan. He was wearing black pants, white muscle shirt and a leather jacket with dog tags, short raggedy black hair and he had a scar that went down the middle of his left eye that reached his chin, and two more that went down the left side of his face across his cheekbones. He looked rugged but it seemed to fit him.

"Wow…nice holoform." she said as he reached out to her. She took his hand and helped her up.

"Geez, what are you made of steel? Wait…don't answer that." She said as she held her head.

She was already tired. Going over those papers were tiring her out.

Irohide chuckled. "You know Rachet will throw a fit if you haven't been recharging like you are supposed to." He said as he pulled up a chair and sat in it.

"Geez, it's not like Ratchet's like my Dad." She muttered.

Ironhide lifted a coarse eyebrow.

She sniggered. "Okay, I'll go to be early tonight this time. I narrowly avoided the 'Wrench of Doom' last time." She said fondly.

Ratchet was in his holoform when he threw a small wench at her. Barely missed her by a hair and she went straight to bed. No wonder Ironhide called him 'Ratchet the Hatchet'.

"I hope so." She heard Ratchet's holoform behind her.

"It's nice to know that I care." Ratchet said with sarcasm. Ironhide chuckled at Nyx's bored face.

"Well, I just want to go over a couple more papers. By the way, how are the other holoforms working out?" She asked. Ratchet's holoforms for all the autobots were working well, but they weren't exactly perfect, still being in the prototype phase. They could have them on for a maximum of two days before shutting down to recharge. And they can't have organic food yet to convert into energon.

"I have two more to work on. Optimus and Bumblebee are next to being worked on for them." He said as he wipes his glasses on his lab coat.

He didn't mention Jazz. Just thinking about him made her throat clench. In Ratchet's spare time, he worked into the late hours on Jazz's body piecing him back together. It was hard and tedious work, but it had to be done.

"What have you been looking at?" He asked as he reached for the bundle of pictures that she laid out.

"I've been going over the papers. I'm surprised that they haven't been turned to dust yet." She said bitterly.

Ironhide also grabbed a couple of pictures and looked them over.

"The femme in these pictures is you? You look like a protoform in these pictures." Ironhide sneered.

"Indeed. Your weight must've been around 50 pounds in these pictures." Ratchet said as he looked at them.

"Well, when they started to test on me, my weight went down. It wasn't until after the 9th month of testing that I slowly started to gain weight back. After that, my weight has been steady ever since." She said as she picked up a note. It was saying something that her heartbeat was fluctuating on one day.

"Humans. They are a violent race." Ironhide said as he put the pictures down.

"We are not so different. Remember when we were trying to get off Cybertron and we couldn't find Grimlock and his crew? We had to send in Jazz and Cliffjumper off to the Sea of Rust to find them. When they didn't find them, they were fighting Decepticons and Incescticons that Shockwave created." Ratchet said as he put down the pictures.

Ironhide scoffed. "At least Grimlock and his crew managed to escape him." He said.

Nyx was totally lost. "Um…what?" She asked trying to get more information from the two mechs.

Their faces were pulled into deep thought and she took that as a signal to get out.

"Okay you two, I'll ask for war stories later. I'm going to bed." She said as she got up and started toward the door.

"Phoenix, I'll be doing another check up on you tomorrow. Afterwards, you will train with Ironhide." Ratchet said as he looked through the Project Aindrias file.

"What? Are you crazy Ratchet? You want me to die again?" She asked as she looked at Ironhide.

He was smugly grinning. "Great, I'm taking soldier lessons from a trigger happy weapons master." She said as she rubbed her eyes.

"If you want to stay alive while being in the midst of a Decepticon, you'll need training." Ironhide said as he leaned back in his chair.

"I have training 'Hide. I've been in the military for almost 60 years, remember?" She said trying to prove a point.

"You almost got killed again in Mission City, you need to brush up on your skills." Ironhide smirked.

She looked to Ratchet for help and he just shrugged.

"You sell-out." She glared. She left the Medbay while the two mechs were chuckling at her demise.

She was going to have a rough week.

Nyx was in the Mess Hall with Lennox and his crew. They all were sporting bruises and aching muscles from Ironhide's 'Training Regime.'

"Oh man…I can't feel my legs!" A Hispanic man spoke. The man, Fig, was moaning while rubbing his legs.

"You can't feel your legs? I can barely feel my arms. Damn, who would've thought that Ironhide would put us through hell? I swear that mech is sadistic." Another man said. Charlie was his name.

"Oh you whiners…" Nyx muttered as she stabbed her chicken casserole.

She could eat a bowl of alphabet soup and crap a better argument than that. They shouldn't be complaining. She had to do twice the work than the others.

"I swear he's softer on the girl than us men." Charlie said.

She glared at him and he flinched.

"Charles, give Nyx a break, she's part of the team, and she's tired too." Epps said sticking up for her.

She yawned a thank you and popped an apple slice in her mouth.

"Besides, we have to be prepared for Decepticons at all times. We don't know when they will strike." Lennox reasoned.

"Still, this is worse than the training they put us through back in boot camp." Charlie muttered.

Nyx couldn't help but giggle. She had her fair share of training from human drill sergeants. Ironhide was a hundred times worse. Now used to his regime, she was faster and more flexible. She could climb up his leg in less than thirty seconds and flipped onto his shoulder and gave him a one-two punch to the helm. It didn't hurt Ironhide, but her hands were slightly sore. She could feel her body adjusting to the new movements that she learned. From holding guns and aiming for a small target while jumping into the air in a flip to being silent as the grave when it comes to stealth procedures.

"So Nyx, I heard you've been hanging around with the Doc bot for a while. Can we ask why?" Epps asked as he took a bite of his sandwich.

Nyx held up a finger while swallowing the casserole, signaling that they have to wait for her answer.

"I'll be helping out with the repairs of the Autobots. I have to learn how the Cybertronian body works. Surprisingly, their bodies are similar to ours. It's quite fascinating." She said smiling.

She got along with the crew just fine. Charlie and Fig decided to go to the rec room to chill there for a while. Lennox and Epps were talking with her.

"So Nyx…what's it like to never die?" Epps asked.

She looked at him curiously. He seemed genuinely interested about her. Lennox was listening in too. She looked to and fro at the men. Realizing that she wasn't getting out of this, she answered.

"It's…hard to explain. I mean, with my condition you'd think 'Wow…I wish I could live as long as she can.' No. It really sucks. If you get shot 20 times, you would feel each shot going through your systems and suddenly you wake up and and see your comrades dead around you. Then you have to pick each bullet out of your wounds, let me tell you, it's painful as hell." She said truthfully.

"On another hand, I had friends that I really enjoyed being with in the past, but I had to leave in a certain amount of time before they figured out that I couldn't age like them." She said as she ate another apple slice, the sweet juices filling her mouth.

Somehow it tasted a bit bitter to her.

"Many of my friends that I had are in their ripe 80s or 90s. They lived their lives to the fullest. They will die and go somewhere to heaven. Me? I die and then wake up in a ditch, a morgue, a coffin…" She said frowning.

Her appetite was gone and she pushed her plate away.

Lennox shifted uncomfortably at the table.

"I didn't realize that…it was hard on you." He said feeling sorry for chewing her out when he found that she couldn't die.

"Girl, you stuck in limbo." Epps said as he dug into his burger.

She rolled her eyes. At least they understood.

"Nyx, no matter what happens to us, we will always be friends." Lennox said as he placed his hand on her shoulder.

She smiled contently, she felt like a burden has been lifted off her shoulders.

"So…Grandma Nyx, will you start baking cookies for the base then?" Epps chuckles. She gave him a glare that could make men pee their pants.

"I should get Annabelle to start calling you 'Grandma' too." Lennox said thoughtfully.

"Oh great, you are in on this too? You guys suck. I'm going to Ratchet." She said as she grabbed her tray of food and tossed it.

"Grandma Nyx! I hope to see cookies next time!"

Epps barely made it out of the Mess Hall with her on his heels. Lennox just laughed at Epps getting smacked on the arm by Nyx, chiding him that she was still a young woman. While Nyx was thankful, ever so thankful for the friends she has. Feeling that she has achieved something in her long life was well worth it.

TAL21: Whoo! I'm on a roll here! I think...i hope this chapter made sense to you as it did to me, we jumped into Phoenix's past to see what happened to her and why she couldn't have children. CURSE YOU SECTOR SEVEN! CURSE YOU! Now the Nyx/Ratchet moment i thought was cute Parent/child moment. If you couldn't tell Ratchet thinks of her as a sparkling that lost her parents. He basically adopted her in a sense. So YEA for Daddy Ratchet! I hope the holoforms were pretty good too, i had a rough time trying to work them out but hopefully they work! Now there are a couple of Transformers tidbits in this chapter that i hope you will notice, if you don't, no cookie for you. XD And Nyx HATES being called Grandma Nyx. Does she look like a grandma? No. She looked like a young woman who ages gracefully...very VERY gracefully...oh who am i kidding, she can't age at all. XD Now on to the SHOUT OUTS!:

A random Guest: Uh...i totally did not get that. But i'm glad that you didn't roast in the sun. XD

Lina Marie: Oh Don't worry, Jazz will be explained soon. XD

Kae88: Gosh i hate politics! But i had my bro and a friend of my to help me out with that part of the chapter. It was hard, but Nyx BOMBED that political official and sent them packing. XD

Autobot ShiShi: Yes, like a boss is right, and yes, I do like SNSD, (More commonly known as Girl's Generation) i have one of their albums. :)

Bee4ever: She should've punched those pansy officials, but that would reflect badly on her so she had to keep her anger in. If you have never seen Beast Wars/Machines i highly recommend it. Many think that it was the worst (The Beast wars II anime was horrible) But the CGI was pretty good. :)

Keepingthematbay: Yeah, Galloway will have a fit. But i'm not giving away information about that. XD And again, thank you for the Fan Art! :D

HanamiKaze: Its hard to find a good 'Sam's Sister' Story. I lost partial interest in those a while back. And you WERE serious about going to stop following? You make me cry. T_T But Hey, Jazz will be coming into the picture soon, so i know the Jazz Lovers out there will squeal in joy. XD

And that's it for the shout outs! Now as some people have speculated, Jazz may be coming back, but how? I'm not telling ;) Now there is a poll on my profile Final Four! Who do YOU think Nyx will be paired up with? I only had 11 people vote and that's not enough for me here, so i hope you guy can vote! If you are interested in seeing some fan art go to keepingthematbay dot wordpress dot com and you will find some cool art that she made! If you want to make fan art, go ahead and remember let me know so that others can see what a great job you did! Remember to leave detailed reviews and opinions! They make me happy! :D

QUESTION TIME!: How did you stumble upon my SILVER HEART fic? Why do you follow it and what makes it seem interesting to you? Another question, If Nyx was an Decepticon from Cybertron, would she turn to the Autobot side given her past or would she stay a Decepticon?

REMEMBER TO KEEP ON READING AND WRITING! :D