Alright we've made it to chapter eight! I had to push myself to write this. I'm bound determine to finish this series so that you guys can read this in its entirety. I love writing so much and I'm determined not to give it up. Everyone enjoy the new chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Except Jessica. She's mine. And her parents. They mine too. Everything is not.

Chapter Eight:

I jumped out of the way as a giant metal fist came at me, somersaulting as I went. Quickly, I turned back to the threat, preparing myself for their next move. A sword that was at least three times the size of myself came at me this time. My knees fell forward and I bent my back towards the ground, the blade missing me by a hair's breadth.

I shot up running towards the threat, zig zagging around to avoid the attacks it sent at me. Then I ran underneath it and away to safety. The ringing of a bell indicated the end of the fight and I collapsed unto the mat, attempting to catch my breath.

"Good job. You managed to get passed me for once." Cliffjumper's voice rang out. I looked over at my guardian, who was just the threat that I had been fighting, and rolled my eyes. I resisted the urge to flip him off, knowing that would just make him laugh. About a week ago, Cliff had noticed a fight breaking out between a couple of drunk humans. One of them flipped the other off, sending the receiver into a fit of rage. Cliff asked me what the gesture meant and was thoroughly amused when I explained it.

"Yeah, yeah." I pushed myself back up and walked over to the bench where my water bottle was sitting. I took a long drink before setting it back down. "You are fast though. My senses may be dialed to like eleven now, but I'm still working on using that in a fight. I can anticipate your moves, but I have problems with getting that information to the rest of my body so I can move the right way."

I'd been training with Cliff for about a week now. He was actually a pretty great teacher. Fighting with an Autobot was different than fighting with humans. You had to use your brain more. Being creative was important. With their incredible size difference, you needed to be prepared to do things you never had to do with humans.

The first day hadn't been that great. Cliff, of course, never actually touched me. However, if he had been a Con with the intent to kill, I have no doubts I would be dead. Now I understood why Optimus pushed for me to have training before I went out on missions with them.

I grabbed a towel and wiped some of the sweat from my forehead. Since joining the Autobots, I had lost nearly twenty pounds. I hadn't necessarily been overweight before, but I also wasn't as physically fit as I was now. My stomach was now lean and flat and I had abs. Like actual abs. That was weird for the pizza-loving, junk and soda kinda girl that I was. Still, my metabolism burnt out calories faster than I could intake them. Ratchet worried that that could have a negative effect on me, but I've never felt healthier.

My strength was something to behold as well. Everyday it seemed like I could lift more and more weight. Right now I was at a whopping 400 pounds. Ratchet believed that if I kept getting stronger, then one day I might even be strong enough to do some serious damage to the Decepticons. Now that was an interesting thought.

I also had other weird "abilities". I could jump to incredible heights. I've managed to jump from the first level of the silo, to the second level landing where we had our couch and tv set up at. Running wasn't a problem for me either. My endurance was insane. Ratchet wanted to see how long I could go one day and I literally ran on a treadmill for six hours at 30 miles per hour without breaking a single sweat.. I think doc might've blown a gasket at that.

My point is, I was practically inhuman when it came to my new abilities. Ratchet also believes that the Allspark was regenerating new skin cells at an impressive rate. With my healing abilities, he thinks that I could live a very long time. I had to sit down when he told me that. I was practically immortal, I would outlive everyone I knew and loved here on Earth.

I had so many questions. Like why did the Allspark and Primus himself choose me to harness these incredible powers? I hadn't told anyone about my conversation with Primus because I still couldn't wrap my head around his words. What exactly was it that he had in mind for me? What did my future hold? Could I really do what they needed me to do? These questions constantly haunted me.

"Ratchet wants us to clean up the training room today as part of our 'chores'. We might as well do it now so we can enjoy the rest of our day." Cliffjumper informed me, much to my displeasure. Unfortunately being part of Team Prime meant sharing the responsibilities of keeping the Silo clean. I may be some weird, super powered girl now, but I was still as lazy as I had been before when it came to cleaning.

However, nothing was scarier than an angry Ratchet. "Fine, but I need a shower first. Give me ten minutes." I finally relented. Cliff saluted me and I went into the locker room. Since this place had once been base for humans, there was a human sized locker room as well as the Autobot sized one. Pretty neat if you think about it.

After a quick shower and change of clothes, I walked back into the training room where Cliff was already getting to work. I sighed and grabbed a broom, beginning the long process of sweeping up the very large room.

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When we finally finished, Cliff and I went to the main room. Bulkhead and Miko were entering at the same time, Jack, Arcee, Bee and Raf were already there. I waved at my friends and climbed up the stairs to join Jack on the second level.

"Alright chores are done, now can we do some dune bashing?" Miko was asking her guardian. Bulkhead did not seem very thrilled by the idea however. "I don't know Miko, last time I spent a week picking sand out of my articulators." Bulk grimaced, however, when we saw Miko wilt in disappointment, he quickly added, "Uh, but there's a monster truck rally in town."

That perked her up.

"Optimus, I'm receiving a signal on a restricted band. It appears to be coming from a starship inside this solar system." Ratchet announced. I left Jacks side to stand at the railing by Ratchet's head. He was typing something into the computer when something he saw made him gasp. "It's an Autobot identification beacon."

My thoughts immediately jumped to First Aid. Had he finally woken from stasis and made it to Earth, like I had told him too? I hadn't seen him in my dreams in quite some time so I didn't know what had happened to the young bot. "So there are other bot's out there?" Jack asked, breaking me away from my thoughts.

"The masses scattered throughout the galaxies when Cybertron finally went dark, but Cons have been known to bait traps with false beacons." Arcee explained.

Optimus walked over to join Ratchet, and the medic patched him through to the unidentified ship. "Unknown vessel, this is Autobot Outpost Omega One. Identify yourself." He spoke, his voice oozing authority.

"I've had warmer welcomes from Decepticon Combat Brigades."

Bulkhead's eyes widened when we got the reply. "Wheeljack?" Bulkhead exclaimed, looking more excited than I had ever seen him. Miko had to cling to his shoulder when he moved around a little too quickly. "You old Con Crusher! What are you doing all the way out here?"

"Bulkhead? That you? What's with all the security?"

"The rock we're on is crawling with Cons. How soon can you get here and even the odds?" Bulk asked the mysterious new bot.

"Sometime tomorrow… if I put metal to the pedal. You got medical there? I recently rescued a couple bots from a Con ship a few galaxies back. They're in serious need of some help."

"Yeah we got the best field medic there was back on Cybertron. Just get here as soon as you can."

"Will do."

Miko looked pretty excited at the thought of more Autobots on their way. "More bots coming here, how cool is that!" She grinned and Bulkhead quickly agreed with her.

Optimus looked thoughtful. "Wheeljack… I know him by reputation only. Can you verify his voice print?" Bulkhead assured him that he was indeed the real deal. "We will send landing coordinates, Wheeljack. Safe journey."

"See you soon buddy! I will make sure you get a proper welcome!" Bulkhead promised before Ratchet shut down the transmission. I wondered who the other bots that Wheeljack had with him were. Hopefully they weren't too hurt. I knew we were running low on Energon and I feared that if the damage was really bad, it could deplete the storage completely. Neither Optimus nor Ratchet would turn away wounded Autobots though.

"So who's the boyfriend?" Arcee and Cliffjumper asked at the same time, amused smiles on their faces. Bulkhead chuckled. "Oh me and Jackie go way back. We were part of the same warrior unit, The Wreckers. Which means the Cons will wish he had never found us."

The rest of the day was spent with everyone talking among themselves. I spent the time talking to Ratchet. He was probably my favorite person to talk to. Learning about Cybertronians from him was honestly the most fascinating thing in the world. Today we were discussing sparks and how they were essentially equivalent to a human soul in a way.

"A spark is the lifeforce a Cybertronian. Each one is part of the essence of Primus himself. The spark is a physical entity which is safeguarded inside a Cybertronians' Spark Chamber. If something harms the spark beyond repair it is "extinguished" returning to the Well of Spark, which is kind of like your Heaven. A Cybertronian is able to survive an enormous amount of physical damage because as long as the spark is somehow intact, it is possible to repair or rebuild the body." Ratchet was explaining to me.

We were sitting in the medbay, the room where most of our lessons were held. It was quieter in here than the front area. I was listening to him with rapt attention. "So essentially, a spark is like your heart and your soul all in one?" I asked him.

Ratchet nodded. "That is correct. Sparks are able to be combined to create bonds between Cybertronians. For example, a couple may choose to be sparkbonded to one another. It's like when you humans get married. However, there is no such thing as divorce. When Cybertronians bond, they bond for life. It is ritual that hasn't been used much since the start of the war."

"Why not?"

"Bonding with another Spark will tie you to the other Cybertronian. You will feel their emotion, hear their thoughts. You will become one. However, it isn't all pleasant. You can also feel their pain. Imagine, in the middle of war, your Sparkmate gets captured and tortured by the enemy. You will feel every slice of the blade. It's possible to close the bonds, but it is nearly impossible to keep it closed under so much duress. If your Sparkmate perishes, well, the pain you feel will be so excruciating that you will beg for death as well. Many bots got themselves killed intentionally because they couldn't handle living without their loved ones.

"However, it is also possible to be so far from your bonded that you cannot feel them. If one Sparkmate is located several light years away, the bond will be faded, nearly impossible to detect. You will know they are still alive, but that is it. Optimus feels that pain every single day." Ratchet concluded and I had to withhold a gasp.

"Optimus has a Sparkmate?"

Ratchet nodded sullenly. "Elita-One is her name. She is also Arcee's sister. Arcee is one of three triplets. Their third sister is a femme known as Chromia. That brings me to the next type of bonds, sibling bonds. Siblings are not the same as they are here on Earth. While it is possible for Cybertronians to share creators, it isn't common. Sibling bonds are usually formed between Cybertronians who care about one another so much, they reach out for one anothers spark. Arcee, Elita, and Chromia were apart of a female strike team at the beginning of the war together. They endured much, but managed to survive together. Forming a bond with one another is the one thing that helped them make it through."

"So sibling bonds are pretty powerful then? Will a Cybertronian feel the same kind of pain if they lose a sibling as they would a Sparkmate?"

Ratchet shook his head. "Don't get me wrong, it is still very painful. You feel the same connection as you would a Sparkmate. However, it is not nearly as strong. To create a sparkbond with a Sparkmate, a bot must join together their sparks. They join their souls together to become one. Sibling bonds are much simpler and easier to create. They are great for comfort when all seems dark, but a Cybertronian can live on.

"However, losing a twin is another matter. Very rarely, a Cybertronian will carry a spark that will split into two. These two Cybertronians will be twins and it's essentially like having a sibling bond and a sparkmate bond, without the romance of course. Twins may have their own Sparkmate if they choose. But losing a twin will most likely kill the other as well. They share a spark, so they have a powerful connection."

I let all of this new information sink in. Cybertronians were so much like people, and yet so different. "Do you know any twins?" I asked him curiously. Ratchet immediately looked annoyed, much to my amusement. "Yes. Their names were Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. They were as irritating as they were arrogant. Both of them revelled in pulling pranks. I was relieved when they were moved to a different sector."

It was funny to imagine anyone pulling pranks on Ratchet. I would've loved to see that. The medic had always been pretty tightly wound. I couldn't blame him, of course. He been through and see so much destruction and death in his life. "Are there any other kinds of bonds?"

"There are bonds between a femme and mech creator and their sparkling. It is not often had Cybertronians are born though. Typically our life comes from the Allspark. A sparkling can only be born to a couple that has Sparkmated, for it is when they join sparks that a new life is created."

"And since no one really does that anymore because of the war, it's unlikely for one to be born." I concluded sadly. My eyes widen when I figured something out. "Wait, I contain the power of the Allspark, right? So is it possible for me to create new sparks?"

Ratchet looked thoughtful at my question. "I'm not sure. Besides your new physical abilities, you haven't shown any signs that would suggest you could wield the powers of the Allspark. Right now, it seems like your just a vessel."

I tried not to wince when he said that. It wasn't entirely true. I had brought Cliffjumper back from the dead. Somehow I was able to manipulate the energy that resided within me and bring my guardian back from the dead. I didn't know how I did it, or if I could even do it again. But it had happened and I have yet to tell anyone else but Cliff. I decided I needed to get the conversation away from my powers.

"Ratchet, would it be too forward, or inappropriate if I asked to see what your spark looked like? I'd understand if that is a deeply personal thing. I'm just curious." I asked him, my cheeks flaming. He seemed to study me for a minute, looking surprised at my query.

In the end though, he walked bent down so that his chassis was close to where I stood at on the berth. It opened up, revealing a chamber that glowed from the inside. I was completely mesmerized by that point and he hadn't even shown me the whole thing yet. The doors to his Spark Chamber opened, revealing the pulsing, blue light that made up his spark.

It was absolutely beautiful. I had to resist the urge to reach forward and touch it, knowing that that would be an intimate gesture. Instead, I admired how breathtaking the color and light truly was. This small bit of light was what made Ratchet, Ratchet. It made up his personality, it gave him life.

I tore my eyes away from it to look into Ratchet's eyes. He was staring at me with an intensity that took what little breath I had left away. My heart sped up and my stomach fluttered. It was in that moment that I knew I had a crush on Ratchet.

Coming to that realization was like getting hit with a ton of bricks. I quickly looked away from him and down my feet. Ratchet stood back up and I heard the sliding sound that indicated he had closed off his spark once more. Neither one of us said a word as we tried to come to grips with the intensity of the moment we had just shared together.

The clunking sound of feet announced the arrival of my guardian. "Hey Jess, it's getting pretty late. Ready to head on out of here?" Cliff asked when he came into view.

"Y-yeah. Yeah I'm ready." I replied, my voice wavering slightly. Cliff must've noticed because his head tilted curiously. I climbed down the ladder that allowed me to climb off and on the medical berth. Once I was on the floor, I walked over to my friend. Cliffjumper offered me a hand and I climbed into it. When he straightened back up, I turned back to face Ratchet. His back was to us as he gathered his things to head back to the front. "Bye Ratchet, I'll see you tomorrow." I called out.

Ratchet turned to face us and I felt my face heating up once more. However, I refused to break eye contact with him. "Goodbye Jessica." His gaze followed us out of the room. When we were clear of the medical bay, Cliffjumper shot me a look. "You and I are about to have a serious conversation." He told me seriously.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Yep, this was going to be interesting.

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I expected Cliffjumper to start questioning me the moment we pulled away from the base. My heart still hadn't slowed down since the staring contest I got into with Ratchet, the one where I realized that I had feelings for him. How was that even possible? Ratchet and I weren't even the same species. He was an alien… a robotic alien. Who literally towered over me.

There was no way in Hell he would ever return my feelings. And even if he did, how exactly would that work? I mean, I get that love has no bounds, but only I would begin to develop feelings for someone who was so different from me.

I sighed and wondered what I was going to do. I've only ever had feelings for one other person in my life, and that was while I was still in the mental hospital so you can imagine how that turned out.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Cliffs voice came through the radio, breaking the silence. He enjoyed using many different kinds of human sayings. I'm pretty sure he looked up an entire list of them online. I don't even know if he knew what a penny was or even if the Cybertronians had a form of currency.

But that's not what is important right now. I wasn't sure how exactly to put my feelings into words. I mean I did… but I don't know. It all sounded immature and silly. I have a crush on Ratchet. Me a human likes he a Cybertronian. It was weird. Some people might even say it's wrong. What would my parents say if I brought him home for dinner?

I needed to calm down. My thoughts were getting the better of me and I did not want to be super anxious when I got home. "It's hard to explain." I finally said.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

I couldn't help but wince we he said that. Yeah I knew I could tell Cliff anything, but I wasn't used to trusting someone as much as I trusted him. However much I trusted him though, there were some things I wanted to keep to myself. At least for now. "Cliffjumper, I trust you with my life. But right now, I'd rather keep this to myself. At least until I figure out exactly what it is."

Cliff was quiet for the rest of the ride and I was afraid that I had offended him. He probably didn't understand how much I was used to keep things to myself. I've had to bury my feelings for so long, it was difficult to let them.

We pulled into my driveway but I didn't move. I needed to know that we were okay. Cliff knew I had secrets, hell I've told him plenty of mine. I just hoped this one thing wouldn't ruin the trust we had built up between one another. "You sure do like to keep your secrets, huh?" He finally asked and I relaxed at the playful tone in his voice.

"Yes. Yes I do. And you know why." I replied. Cliff hummed in agreement before opening his doors, signaling my time to go. "Goodnight Cliffjumper. I'll see you tomorrow." I waved goodbye to him as I walked towards the entrance of my house.

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The following morning, I was surprised when Bee was the one who picked me up. It was very rare that someone other than my guardian got me. When I got in, I asked Bee where he was after saying hi to Raf of course. Bee spoke to me in Cybertronian so of course I didn't understand. But Raf did.

"Bee said Cliff was on a mission. He doesn't know what for though. Apparently only Optimus knows where he's gone." Raf translated.

We drove the rest of the way in silence. When we got there, the others had already beaten us. Raf and I climbed of of Bee's vehicle mode so that he could transform. I tried not to look over at Ratchet, fearing that my warm cheeks would give me away. Luckily said mech was busy with whatever he was doing on the computers.

I joined Miko and Jack at the second floor landing, Raf not too far behind me. Miko was practically bouncing with excitement, much to my amusement. Arcee and Bulkhead were gathered around Ratchet, while Bee and Optimus stood back a bit. "They're approaching the landing zone." Arcee informed everyone, cause Miko to practically vibrate with glee.

"Do you think they're just here to visit, or will they be sticking around for a bit?" I asked aloud, not really directing the question at anybody. "Maybe they'll stay! They'll have to get their own humans though." Miko ended up being the one to reply to me. I laughed at the thought of more humans around. Ratchet would surely lose his mind if that happened.

Ratchet typed in the landing coordinates and turned on the groundbridge. "Groundbridge cycling up." He spoke as he flipped the lever. The groundbridge came on momentarily before sparking and shutting back down.

"Blasted Scraplets! The equipment hadn't been the same since the infestation." Ratchet grumbled as he tried to figure out what exactly was causing the problem this time.

"So they're going to land halfway around the world and then you'll bridge them here?" Jack was asking Optimus as we waited for Ratchet to get the bridge operational once more.

"We can't risk revealing the location of our base, just in case the Decepticons are tracking Wheeljack's ship." Optimus replied. That made sense. With Soundwave on their side, tracking really wasn't all that hard for the Cons. It's why we had to be extra careful.

Bulkhead was pacing around the silo, the largest grin on his face. Miko noted that she had never seen him look this stoked before. "Oh, you're gonna love Wheeljack! We're like brothers. And tonight, we're gonna party!" He exclaimed, punching his fist in the air. Mikos' face lit up and she cheered.

An alarm went off, alerting us to the fact that there were about five Decepticon ships closing in on Wheeljack's shop. "Fire it up, Ratchet, we're missing all the fun!" Bulkhead laughed and the bot mentioned did just that. This time it stayed open with no problems. "Sick bay is prepared for the injured Autobots." Ratchet informed them.

The bots all disappeared, except Ratchet of course. "So what do you think the new bots will be like?" I asked my friends. Ask of them shrugged. "Not even a guess?"

"I hope they're just like Bulkhead!" Miko grinned. Ratchet groaned at the thought and I tried not to laugh. He looked at me curiously and I quickly became fascinated with the floor, my cheeks heating up.

The groundbridge made a noise that signaled the return of the others. Bee and Bulkhead were both supporting two new Autobots. One of them was red and white and I recognized them instantly. I gasped at the sight of First Aid. He was here, actually here on Earth. This was crazy.

Ratchet recognized him as well. "First Aid!" He shouted and ran forward to help Bee with him. Bee struggled to support the unconscious form. The second bot was gold and while he looked weak, something about him told me he was extremely dangerous. Luckily he was knocked out so nothing to worry about. Bulkhead had ahold of him, but was having an easier time than Bee, which made sense. Bulk was pretty strong.

The third new bot to walk in had me on edge though. Something about him wasn't right. But how would I know anything? I'd never met him before. Him and the gold Cybertronian were a mystery to me. But I knew First Aid and I wondered if, when he woke up, would he's recognize me too? That would certainly put a dent in the whole 'I don't have any other abilities from the Allspark' thing that I had been going with. Ratchet would probably be pretty pissed off when he discovered that I had been lying to them.

After the two new bots were settled in the medbay, Bulkhead introduced Wheeljack to Miko. "Jackie, come over here. Meet my other best buddy, Miko. She can wreck with the best of us." He gestured to the meek looking Miko. Wheeljack kneeled down to get a better look at her. "You keeping Bulkhead out of trouble?" He asked her.

Miko shrugged. "I try but trouble finds us anyways."

"More like you find trouble, Miko." I snorted, much to her chagrin. "Hi, my name's Jessica. Nice to meet you."

Bulkhead grinned. "Jessica is pretty great too. She's older than the other three so she's training to help out on missions. This girl is pretty brave, she'd only just met us and had followed us into battle. We're still trying to figure out how she survived an Energon explosion."

I shrugged, blushing slightly in embarrassment. "I'm crafty?"

Both of them laughed at that, but thankfully they let it go. "I think we'll all get along just fine." Wheeljack winked at Miko and I. Then he turned to Optimus to greet him. "Optimus Prime. It's a privilege."

"Likewise, soldier. What have you to report from your long journey?" Optimus asked him. Wheeljack told him he'd been bouncing from rock to rock, searching for friend or foe. He'd found both here on Earth. "We are few but strong. We have suffered losses, but we have grown. And we would relish welcoming a new member into our fold."

"I would be honored."

"Then let's get this party started!" Bulkhead cheered, hitting Wheeljack on the back hard enough to cause him to stumble forward. Said mech turned around and they bumped chest. I laughed at the display but Ratchet (who had joined us after getting the other two bots settled into the medbay) was unamused. "Oh joy." He grumbled.

I walked over to him as Miko plugged in her guitar. "Hey Ratchet, how's our two new patients?"

"They suffered severe energon deprivation. Their injuries were pretty easy to fix so they should be fine. I have them hooked up to a couple energon lines so it's just a waiting game for them to wake up." He replied.

"That's good. I'm assuming you knew one of them since you said his name?"

Ratchet nodded, a smile on his face. "First Aid was one of my trainees during the war on Cybertron. He was a heck of a medic and having him on our team will be a great help. The other bot, however, might be a problem."

I noticed the look of displeasure on his face when he talked about the gold bot. Ratchet was pretty surly at times, but I've never seen him look this perturbed. "Who is he? I'm guessing you don't have that great a history with him?"

The Autobot medic smiled grimly. "We were actually just talking about him yesterday. That bot in there is Sunstreaker."

"Oh, no. So his twin…"

"Sideswipe isn't here. Sunstreaker has always been more short tempered, and down right nasty of the two. Sideswipe can usually keep him in check. Without his brother, I fear that Sunstreaker won't be the most… inviting." Ratchet explained. Great, just what we needed, an asshole. I get that he misses his brother, but I really hoped he wasn't too much of a nightmare.

"Well, he's probably going to love Miko then." I remarked, sarcasm clear in my voice. Ratchet huffed out a laugh. "I imagine those two will get along as well as fire and gasoline."

The sound of something crashing near us startled me and Ratchet. Some weird metal ball had crashed into the groundbridge lever, causing it to spark. "You know, I'm attempting to perform sensitive calibrations here!" Ratchet shouted irately.

"Sorry Doc, guess we're a little charged up." Wheeljack apologized as he picked the ball back up. "You built this bridge from scratch, huh?"

"I did." Ratchet replied curtly.

"That's quite a feat of engineering." Wheeljack remarked. I don't know why, but the way he said it had alarm bells ringing in my mind. Ratchet, however, was pretty proud of himself. "Something wrong with it?"

Ratchet explained that he didn't care for the way it sounded when they used it last so he put it in shutdown. I felt even more suspicious when Wheeljack asked him what he would do if they needed to use it. "Oooh, I can't interrupt the defrag process without causing irreparable damage." The medic explained. There was something in Wheeljack's optics that unnerved me. When he asked how long the defrag would take, I definitely knew something was up.

After Wheeljack walked away, I joined Ratchet once more. "Did you see the looks he was giving you? Something's not right about Wheeljack." I whispered, hoping he wouldn't overhear me. Cybertronians had super hearing. Mine was pretty great since the Allspark energy in me began making changes.

"Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to me. Perhaps you were imagining it?" Ratchet replied, not looking up from his work. I shot him an irritated glare. I decided that Ratchet wasn't going to be much help so I walked away to join the others. Bulkhead was telling them a story.

"So there we were, no communications, low on energon, surrounded by Cons. Do you know what Wheeljack does?" Bulkhead asked the other three humans. All three of them were listening in wide eye interest. "Tell them, Jackie!" Wheeljack laughs and just says what he did best. "He chucked his only grenade smack into the main heat exchanger."

"Seemed like a good idea at the time." Wheeljack shrugged.

"The joint went supernova! I'm still picking shrapnel out of my backside." Bulkhead grinned, scratching behind him. Arcee decided to tease him, saying she wasn't surprised given the size of his backside. "There it is, Jackie's signature. One grenade, one shot. Hey, you alright?" Bulkhead aimed the last question to a quiet Wheeljack.

"What?" Wheeljack asked, blinking in surprise. Bulkhead pointed out that he didn't seem like himself. "What do you mean?" Wheeljack demanded, standing up defensively. Huh. Very suspicious. Bulk said that he seemed quiet. "I've been stuck in a can too long. I should go topside before I go stir-crazy."

When Bulkhead offered to take him on patrol in the morning, Wheeljack asked if they could go now. "Ad break up the party? Come on! The gangs loving you! You've gotta tell them about the Battle of Dark Mount Pass!"

"You tell them, you're better at it. How about if Miko here shows me the rest of the base?"

"Yeah, sure Jackie, go ahead." Bulkhead agreed, looking disappointed and kind of suspicious. Miko lead Wheeljack away, shooting off multiple question as they walked. Arcee noticed that Bulkhead seemed down and asked if everything was alright. "Yeah, just out of sorts, I guess." Arcee then asked him if he was jealous. "That Miko's making a new friend? Come on! Something… something is not right about Wheeljack."

I stepped forward. "He was giving Ratchet some pretty weird looks and asking all kinds of questions about the groundbridge. I've been getting a weird vibe from him since the moment he entered the base." I interjected, confirming Bulkheads suspicions.

"Really guys? He travelled galaxies. Bulkhead, you haven't seen him for centuries and Jessica you've never met him before. He could be rocket lagged or bots do change you know?" Arcee tried to pacify us.

"Not Jackie."

Miko and Wheeljack walked back into the main room. "Hey. What are you guys talking about?" Wheeljack asked.

"I was just telling all of them about you and me… at the Battle of Dark Mount Pass." Bulkhead replied and Wheeljack mentioned how that was one heck of a story. "Yeah. Tell it." He demanded the other Mech.

"Talk, talk talk! How about after we go off-riding?" Miko suggested and Bulkhead warned her to stay out of it. Arcee told he to be easy, but Wheeljack tried to say he wasn't sure about something, but Bulkhead interrupted him. "Tell it!"

"Fine, if you want to live in the past, Bulkhead." Wheeljack sneered coldly. "The Wreckers were trapped between a Decepticon patrol and a smelting pit. The Cons were vicious, bearing down on us with everything they had. Me and Bulkhead engaged the enemy, left they for scrap. Then I made us a way out using their backsides as stepping stones to cross the molten metal. Isn't that how it happened?" Wheeljack asked, looking smug,

"Yeah that's exactly what happened. Except for one little thing… I wasn't there." Bulkhead openly glared now. Ratchet stopped what he was doing and glanced up at him in surprise. "I'd already left the Wreckers to join up with Optimus. But you wouldn't know that if all you did was access Wheeljack's public service record."

Wheel glared heatedly at him before reaching down to snatch up me and Miko. I squeaked in surprise and shot Ratchet a fearful look. "Stand back! Or I'll crush them" He warned, squeezing us a little to prove it. I winced in pain. "Wheeljack! What are you doing!" Miko protested and I informed her that this wasn't Wheeljack. He snarled at us to shut up and squeezed once more. "Ow!" I yelped, tears springing to my eyes.

Ratchet looked absolutely murderous. He alternated between shooting me worried looks and glaring at the Wheeljack imposter with hatred. "Let the girls go and face us!" Bulkhead sneered and the fake Wheeljack grinned and, using his real voice, promised there was plenty of fighting to come. "Where's the real Wheeljack?"

"Oh, I expect Lord Starscream has been making sport of him." Imposter guy smirked. Then he turned to face Ratchet. "Keep working on that groundbridge, I'm already behind on schedule. Hurry or I'll crush you're little pets into dust." He squeezed harder once more and I couldn't help but cry out in pain. Ratchet's optics widened and I saw the pain he had in them. "DO IT!"

Tears were now making trails down my face. He squeezed me one more time and I gasped for breath, feeling my ribs crack. Ratchet gave in, working quickly to get the bridge up and running. Ratchet finished not even five minutes later. "About time!" The imposter smirked. He threw Miko over to Bulkhead, who caught her with ease. Then he out the coordinates in that he needed and pulled the lever "Here, you can keep this insect. However, Lord Starscream has taken an interest in this one. She'll be coming with me. Let's get this party started."

"Ratchet!" I yelled fearfully and he stepped forward, reaching for me. Imposter guy pulled me further behind him and squeezed once more. "Ahh!" I nearly screamed.

"Don't even think about it. Like I said, she's coming wi-" He didn't get to finish his sentence when something slammed into him. I was thrown from his fist. Ratchet dove forward and caught me before I could hit the ground, the brought me close to his spark. I quickly took in deep breaths of air. "Are you alright?" Ratchet asked me frantically and I nodded my affirmation.

I looked up to see a second Wheeljack now. "I'd close that before you let the stink in." He warned and somehow I knew this was the real Wheeljack. Ratchet used his free hand to shut the groundbridge off. Then the two Wheeljack's faced off. "Uglies mine." The real Wrecker growled, mouth guard falling into place.

My vision was getting blurry and I could barely pay attention to the fight. "R-Ratchet, I d-don't feel so g-g-good." I mumbled, black dots appearing in front of my eyes. I heard Ratchet calling my name, but everything sounded so far away. I finally gave in, slipping into the dark void of unconsciousness.

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I woke up some time later in the medbay. Despite nearly being crushed to death, I felt pretty good. I knew it was thanks to my super healing. My ribs were completely healed, which was definitely a relief. I wouldn't even know where to begin if I had to explain broken ribs.

I looked to my right and was surprised to see my guardian sitting there. He was staring into space, oblivious to the fact that I was awake now. I grinned, happy to see him again. When you've seen someone everyday for basically two months, it's a little weird not seeing them for one. "Howdy partner." I spoke, my voice sounded raspy. I needed some water bad. "Got any water?"

Cliff looked down at me and smiled with relief. "You're awake, finally. It's been nearly two days since I got the message that you had been injured."

"What!" I shrieked, throwing the blankets off me and jumping out of bed. "Holy shit, my parents are going to kill me! They probably thinking I'm bleeding out somewhere, what are reason would I have for disappearing for two days!"

"Whoa, whoa, calm down. Agent Fowler already informed your parents that you were going on a some kind of training retreat with him. They're not expecting you home for another three days." Cliff assured me. I paused, before meekly grinning at my friend. "Oh okay… thats good. Sorry, my parents are just super overprotective."

Cliff nodded in understanding. He'd briefly met my parents once in his holoform. They insisted on meeting the gentleman who was always picking me up. Cliff had been perfectly nice to them, but my dad had asked him a million questions.

I then noticed that the other two bots who had been in the medbay were no longer here. "Did First Aid and Sunstreaker wake up?" I asked him curiously.

Cliff frowned, looking super frustrated. "Yeah, they woke up yesterday. Sunstreaker has already been causing trouble for himself. He wasn't a big fan of the 'fleshies', as he's deemed you guys as. Both Bulkhead and Arcee nearly thrashed him when he threatened Miko and Jack. He's locked away in one of the back room until he can learn to control himself. First Aid has mostly stuck to Ratchet's side."

"Oh." I tried not to show any emotions. On the inside though, I was wondering if First Aid had told Ratchet he recognized me. That was when the two mentioned mech had chosen that moment to walk in. Ratchet had a relieved smile on his face when he saw that I had woken up. "Jessica, you gave us quite the scare." He informed me before scanning me. "Everything looks perfectly normal now… well, normal by your standards at least."

"Ratchet told me you had the power of the Allspark in you? That's as incredible as it is unbelievable." First Aid spoke up, showing absolutely zero signs that he recognized who I was. Maybe he didn't remember those dreams?

"Yeah it is. But hey, something weird is going on. I just healed from having cracked ribs in under two days! That's not possible for any human." I chuckled. Ratchet shook his head. "Your ribs had completely broken when Makeshift squeezed you. You are very lucky he didn't puncture your ribs."

"Ouch." I winced. "No wonder it hurt so much."

"Indeed. I guess healing took all your strength and that's why you were out for so long. I can't be entirely sure, of course. You are an anomaly." Ratchet theoralized and I supposed that made sense. "I still advise that you take it easy the next three days before returning home. I want to make sure you're completely healed.

"I feel fine, Ratchet." I assured him, but crawled back into the bed anyways.

"Get some sleep, partner. We have a lot to talk about when you wake up." Cliffjumper had stood up and joined Ratchet and First Aid's side to leave the room. I yawned, already feeling tired despite having just woke up from a two day nap. They turned the lights back out and left the room.

Wait. What did he mean we have a lot to talk about?

Wow this chapter ended up being super long! I kept diving into other topics outside of the episode so it just steadily got longer and longer! I'm just glad I haven't lost my writing ability after not writing for so long! Next episode should be fun though! See y'all soon enough!

I decided to post two chapters to make up for the time in between six and seven. I'm not sure when I'll post the next one, it just all depends on when I'll start writing sixteen. See y'all soon!