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By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s note: Happy WEDNESDAY everyone! Yup, WEDNESDAY! If you missed Monday's or Tuesday's you have to go BACK! Well, I take it people are happy that I'm now going to be updating every day. Like I said, due to my work schedule the times I will be posting will in no way be consistent. It may be in the morning, it may be at night. It may be at 2 in the morning! It depends when I can get to a computer! I hope everyone enjoys!
Chapter Fifty-Five: Getting Answers
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MAGIC?” Ironhide bellowed in frustration as he glared at the smaller silver ‘Bot. “Damn it Jazz, now is not the time to be playing games!”
The sudden sound of far away trumpets playing fanfare rang out from the corner. “Hey! I made the next level,” Barricade smirked.
Ironhide just glared as he turned back to Optimus. “Please, can I shoot him?”
Optimus frowned as he let out a long-suffering sigh. “No, Ironhide. I’m not going to say it again.”
“But Prowl got to shoot him,” Ironhide whined irritably. “Why can’t I?”
“Prowl shot ‘Cade?” Jazz repeated in surprise as he looked back and forth at the other Autobots before turning to Prowl. “When was this?” Prowl said nothing however as he just continued to stare at Jazz dreamily.
Prowl could almost feel his logic chip beginning to smolder. Nothing, not one thing could possibly explain how it was that Jazz could be dead in one moment but alive in the next; however at the moment, Prowl wasn’t about to question the gift that had been given him. Jazz was alive! He could feel their Link reconnecting and his spark swelled as little tingling zaps traveled up and down the connection making Prowl a bit drunk on the feeling. He could vaguely hear everyone speaking around him but at the moment, he really couldn’t bring himself to care. Jazz was alive!
Sunny was looking at Prowl a bit apprehensively as he just stared at the dopey grin the higher commander was wearing. Sides was surprised as his husband inched closer to him and snagged his arm. “I’m scared; hold me,” Sunny whimpered as he made a show of creeping away from the beaming Prowl. Sides glanced at Prowl who was still grinning and felt a small shudder run through his body as he pulled his husband to the other side of Bluestreak but he couldn’t help but grin himself as he looked between Prowl and Jazz.
Jazz, meanwhile just shook his head as he turned back to Optimus. “Anyway, I really can’t say anything.”
“You can’t or you won’t?” Ratchet asked tilting his head. “There is a difference, you know.”
“I mean I don’t know,” Jazz told him seriously. “I just don’t know if I can or even should say anything or not. It may interfere with the plan.”
“What plan?”
“Better question,” Inferno asked on the heels of Red’s. “Who’s plan?”
“That’s what I think I’m not supposed to tell you,” Jazz told them.
“What the hell?” Ironhide looked around at the group. “There’s nothing in the universe that could have brought you back,” he announced at he glared at Jazz. “The fact that you’re back here to begin with is beyond comprehension!”
“Which is why I think we all overloaded last night,” Ratchet announced as he began looking over everyone close to him with the scanner, much to Hound’s annoyance.
“Well then what the hell happened?” The pink gunner huffed.
“That’s what I want to know!”
“SAM!” All five of the first arrivals cried out as they whirled around.
Sam was sitting up in bed just staring at everyone’s newest pain jobs in wonder before he turned and sent a disapproving glare at the Decepticon still playing away at his video game. “What did you do?” he growled.
Barricade just shrugged before he jerked his elbow in Jazz’s direction, still not letting go of the console. “It was his idea!” Barricade announced before he went back to his game, not that it mattered though because as soon as Sam saw Jazz he almost completely forgot about the ‘Con’s presence.
“JAZZ! What? How? You’re here!” Sam babbled as he quickly scrambled out of bed. Someone, his mother most likely, had redressed him in his pajamas and his bare feet slapped against the concrete of the floor as he ran over to the grinning mech.
“Yo!” Jazz smiled as he leaned down and lifted Sam up. “Good to see you too!”
“But how?” Sam murmured as he just stared at the resurrected ‘Bot. It was so incomprehensible as he stared at the one Autobot that was supposed to be completely dead; yet here he was, smiling at Sam as if nothing had happened. Sam couldn’t understand it but he could almost feel that dark knot that seemed to have taken up residence in his gut suddenly ease as he realized that Jazz was no longer dead on his account. He had not failed him.
It was the one regret he had about the fight in Mission City and no matter what any one said, Sam always felt as if he had been the main force behind Jazz’s death. If only he hadn’t hesitated. If only he had reached the building faster. If only he had killed Megatron as quickly as possible… But none of that mattered anymore because Jazz was alive! “I don’t understand!”
Jazz looked at him surprised. “You don’t remember?”
“Remember?” Sam tilted his head puzzled when suddenly the floodgates fell open and memories assaulted the boy. Sam suddenly felt himself sway as he became dizzy.
“Sam!” Bumblebee cried out as he quickly took the boy from Jazz. “That’s it! That did it! Sam clearly needs his rest so everyone clear out!”
“What?” most of the mech’s protested but ‘Bee stayed adamant.
“We can talk about this later!” he told them as he handed Sam off to Barricade who had finally set the game down to take the boy. “Perhaps after you’ve all cleaned up a bit,” ‘Bee continued as he eyed the still multi-colored group. “Now out!” He began maneuvering the other mechs towards the door as they all continued complaining.
“But we still don’t have answers!” Ironhide protested.
‘Bee just scowled at him. “There will be plenty of time for that later, now out!”
“Impudent youth…” the gunner grumbled but ‘Bee remained firm.
“OUT!” ‘Bee shouted again and snarled as some of them insisted on not going anywhere until they got the whole story. “’CADE!” ‘Bee shouted and Barricade looked up from where he was setting the still reeling Sam on his bed.
“What do you want me to do? They deactivated all my guns.”
‘Bee scowled. “You’re not helping.”
Optimus shook his head as he looked over at the group. “All right! He’s right. Let’s all get cleaned up and settled down before we talk this over in the main hanger. Let’s go guys!”
There were still grumbles all around but everyone was leaving save for Jazz and Prowl, both of which seemed free of ‘Bee’s fruitless attempt at herding everyone out the door. Jazz had sat back down on the boxcar he had previously occupied and Prowl, it seemed, was still in overload and couldn’t seem to take his optics off his resurrected mate. Bumblebee glanced down at Sam who it seemed was drifting in and out of sleep before he turned to his teammate. “Sam will be alright, right?”
Jazz looked at the youngling a little startled by the low tone of the question and gave the other ‘Bot a reassuring smile. “He’ll be fine,” he told the yellow camaro. “He’s just had a bit of a shock, that’s all.” ‘Bee frowned but said nothing as he sat once more next to Sam’s bed while Barricade retrieved his game. Jazz looked back and forth at the two for a long while before he cleared his throat to gain their attention. “Care to explain this little cozy arrangement?” he asked them gesturing at them. “I must say, I’m a bit surprised that you two are such good friends now.”
“Friends?” Barricade scoffed before he went back to his game.
Jazz tilted his head before he turned to the surly ‘Con. “Acquaintances then,” he reiterated. “Come on, spill!”
‘Bee was frowning at the ‘Con before he turned back to Jazz. “It’s a bit of a long story,” he told him.
Jazz just grinned at him. “I’ve got the time,” he smiled. “All the time in the world.”
‘Bee started at him a moment before he realized that now, Jazz really did have all the time in the world. With a smile he turned to the silver mech and began his tale.
It was way later that afternoon after everyone had gotten some rest and paint remover that everyone, human and Cybertronion, gathered in the hanger. Carol was looking a bit intimidated being surrounded by all the large Autobots but Maggie was speaking to her and slowly the woman seemed to relax. Steve just looked rather amazed by everything. “This is the first resurrection I’ve ever been too,” he told Glen excitedly.
Glen just eyed the trainer and dug into his backpack for more chips. “That’s nice.”
There was the sound of a throat being cleared and everyone turned to where Optimus was standing at the boxcar that was centered at the front of the hanger. “This meeting will now come to order.” Everyone just stared at Optimus who coughed. “Right. Now, Jazz,” he turned to the mech in question. “You were dead-”
“Deader than a door nail!” Jazz chirped happily. Prowl, who by this time had come somewhat back to reality turned to give his husband a stricken look. “What? I was.”
“-But now you’re not,” Optimus said loudly. “And we’re all here because we want to know why.”
“You mean how!” Ironhide called from the back with a smirk.
“That too,” Optimus nodded his thanks to the gunner. “So… Jazz?”
Jazz grinned at him. “That’s my name.”
Optimus frowned. “Care to take the podium and explain a bit?”
Jazz stared at the larger mech for a moment before he smirked and bounced out of his seat. “Don’t mind if I do,” he smiled. Optimus nodded and stepped aside so Jazz could address the group. Stepping forward, Jazz made a rather large show of leaning down and pretending to speak into an invisible mike. “Testing. Testing. 1, 2, 3.”
“JAZZ!” everyone shouted as one.
“What?” He frowned at everyone a moment before the grin was back. “Ahem,” he smiled at them. “I died,” he said with small frown and a bow of the head. “But it’s okay, I’m back now so we can PARTY!”
“JAZZ!” everyone shouted again as the mech began doing outlandish dance moves to music only he could hear.
“Oh all right!” he sighed as he stopped and turned back to everyone a bit more serious. “You want the truth then I’ll tell you the truth,” he told them honestly. “I don’t know. Okay? There. That’s the truth.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Blaster asked from the right. “What don’t you know?”
Jazz sighed again as he trued to address his best friend. “That’s just it. I don’t know. One minute I was dead and in the afterlife and the next, I was running with Sam and then all of a sudden I woke up in the middle of my own funeral.”
Everyone began murmuring as Optimus latched onto a key phrase of Jazz’s explanation. “You were running with Sam?”
Everyone went silent again as they all turned back to the front to listen. All save ‘Bee and ‘Cade who looked over at the boy in question that was sitting between his parents and Secretary Keller. Sam was looking rather uncomfortable at the moment. When he had come back around the second time, both mechs had instantly begun questioning him about what had happened at the funeral but the boy had remained stubbornly tight lipped.
Sam was feeling rather confused himself. It was almost as if the whole thing had been a dream. That he hadn’t really been speaking to the Cybertronion founder and that he hadn’t had a hand in helping return Jazz back to his living state. That he had anything to do with it at all seemed extremely fanciful. There was nothing really that remarkable about Sam. He was just another normal teenager who happened to have rather large friends.
However, at the moment all of those large friends had turned to stare at him as Jazz clarified to Optimus. “Well, it was more like he was running and I was just with him…”
Sam looked around as Optimus aimed his stare towards him. “Really? Then I believe Sam should continue from here on out.”
“But I don’t think…” Sam began when he felt his mother’s hand on his arm.
“Just tell them what you know,” she told him softly. Sam was still hesitant even after his friends and then Will and Epps gave him a thumb’s up.
With a final nod, Sam allowed ‘Bee to lift him up and place him down on the rather large podium. With a deep breath, he turned to face the mob. “Well, I’m not sure if I’m not sure how to say this…” he began slowly.
“Just take your time,” Optimus reassured him softly and Sam gave the large mech a wan smile. “Why don’t you start with why you were running.”
Sam frowned a bit. “Well it was later that I was running. When the fireflies were trying to get out.”
“Fireflies?” Bluestreak repeated confused.
Sam nodded as he looked over at the group before his gaze settled on the newly returned Autobot. Jazz had spoken to him briefly before they had entered this meeting. The mech had admitted to him that he only remembered what had happened vaguely but that he did remember Primus somewhat. Jazz was a little unsure just how much to reveal to the others and he wasn’t really sure what it was that he was suppose to say. Sam, however, remembered what Primus had told him and he finally decided to just start with that. Steeling his resolve, he turned to Optimus. “I suppose I can start with this,” he began. “He told me to tell you that you shouldn’t be doubtful about yourself. That you were given the name of Prime for a reason.” Sam paused. “Though what that reason was, he didn’t say.”
Everyone just stared at Sam, every one of them completely baffled but not as confused as Optimus was shocked. ‘How could he know I was doubting myself?’ Optimus thought frantically as he stared down at the small human. ‘I didn’t tell anyone about my feelings. Not even Ratchet.’ “Sam… Who,” Optimus had to pause before continuing. “Who told you to say that?”
Sam glanced out at everyone and after Jazz gave him reassuring smile, he steeled himself for the explosion to come. “Primus.”
The reaction was indeed an explosion with everyone talking and yelling at everyone else. Bumblebee was instantly on his feet and in front of Sam as it looked as if the others were going to rush the boy as they all jumped up from their own seats. ‘Bee glanced over the crowed to where he could spot Barricade, wondering if he could get the ‘Con to help him run interference when he finally saw the mech’s face. His reaction was nothing like the Autobots at all.
While all of the ‘Bots were all gesturing wildly as they yelled at one another, Barricade it seemed had frozen in his place, staring at the boy in complete shock and wonder and was that a bit of fear in the mech’s gaze? ‘What the fuck?’ ‘Bee allowed himself a second to think before he finally grabbed Sam off the podium and out of the way of a rather large sweep of Perceptor’s arms as he argued that there was no way that a human could speak to Primus, if it was indeed their founder at all.
“This is the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard!” Perceptor shouted.
“Well then get use to being called crazy, ‘cause the boy’s telling the truth!” Jazz shouted back. The poor reincarnated mech became the center of the fray as everyone immediately pounced on him to either confirm or deny Sam’s rather outlandish claim. Prowl however was running interference, but even he could only do so much against the larger mechs such as Ironhide and Inferno.
“But that’s nuts!” Ironhide bellowed. “No one but the Original Thirteen have ever spoken to Primus and no one knows how they were able to do it!”
“It was the-” Sam tried to call out but everyone was still chattering as most of them were shouting out their agreements with Ironhide.
“We lost our connection with Primus when Cybertron went up!” Inferno insisted.
“We don’t know that!” Hound countered.
“It was Primus!” Jazz insisted. “I remember speaking to him as well…” Jazz paused, looking a bit sad. “Though, I don’t remember what it was we talked about…” Everyone instantly began interrogating Jazz and he was yelling back at them just as fiercely that he just plain couldn’t remember.
‘Bee jumped as he suddenly felt a hand on his arm and he turned around to find Barricade there, looking somewhat back to his surly, irritated state trying to activate his gun. “What are you doing?” ‘Bee tried to ask but ‘Cade said nothing as he snatched Sam, who was looking at the hubbub with wide, alarmed eyes, with his free hand while he lifted ‘Bee’s own arm with the other.
The sound of a plasma cannon going off was indeed very effective in shutting everyone up and a hole quickly appeared in the ceiling on the opposite side of the one Prowl had shot out the week before. Everyone just stared at Barricade who was glowering at them all, thoroughly disgusted by their actions as he released ‘Bee’s arm. “LET THE BOY SPEAK!” he shouted angrily at them. “For Primus sake… you’re all acting worse than my fellow Decepticons!”
Everyone just continued to stare at Barricade completely flabbergasted and ‘Bee groaned as he powered down his cannon. Sam however looked up at the mustang gratefully. Barricade just nodded to him before turning to Optimus who immediately took the hint. “Everyone, let’s just try and calm down so we can get a straight answer,” he called out as he began directing everyone back to their seats.
Sam glanced over at where his parents were and was amazed to see that most of the humans had pretty much remained seated through out the whole affair. His mother gave him a large smile and his father it looked like was sharing cookies with Epps while all the yelling had been going on, though where the cookies had come from was a bit of a puzzle. Carol looked a bit confused as to what was going on but it seemed as if she wasn’t going to get much of an answer anytime soon as Miles, Mikaela, Will and Keller were all just staring at Sam completely gob smacked. Sam winced, knowing that he had a lot of explaining to do.
Pretty soon, he had that chance as all the Autobots finally settled down and Barricade wandered over to the front so as he could set Sam back down on the podium, though amazingly enough, he did not head back to his seat that was shoved against the wall where everyone could keep an eye on him. Barricade instead just took a step back and remained standing at Sam’s side. Sam gave him a grateful smile and was relieved when he saw that ‘Bee had also not deserted him, instead standing next to the ‘Con waiting for him to continue.
With a quick nod of thanks, Sam once again turned back to the Autobots. “I’ll tell you what I know,” he began slowly as all conversation died. “I was in a dark room that was filled with these huge fireflies.”
“Again with the fireflies,” Sides whispered loudly. Wheeljack and Ratchet behind him smacked him on the head as Sunny just continued to stare at Sam unwavering.
“Any way,” Sam continued. “I suddenly heard this voice and he told me that we were in an astral plane.”
Ratchet looked as if he was about to ask a question when Barricade shot him a dark look and ‘Bee shook his head at his friend. Ratchet instantly closed his mouth but couldn’t help the small smirk that formed as he looked back and forth at the two. ‘I wonder…’ he thought as he stared at them. Wheeljack glanced at his fiancé confused by the pondering look but Ratchet just shook his head. Wheeljack shrugged and decided to ask about it later as he turned back to Sam.
“When I asked him who he was, if he was an Autobot or Decepticon he…” Sam paused briefly before he continued on after a quick glance at ‘Cade. “He said that everyone was his children no matter their choices.” There was some shuffling and a few glares were shot towards Barricade but the ‘Con just ignored them all, instead staying focused on Sam. Even Bumblebee spared a small glance at the ‘Con before Sam continued. “When I asked him what was going on he said that I was the only one who could speak with him since his way of communicating with you all was destroyed.”
“Destroyed?” Optimus was the one who spoke and everyone turned to the large big rig, a few accusing stares sent his way as everyone else had been told to not interrupt the boy while Optimus was doing so himself. “I’m sorry to interrupt you Sam, but I’m at a bit of a loss.”
“We’re all lost Optimus.” Everyone turned surprised to Prowl who was once again settled in the front row with his husband who was looking at him a bit amused. “But at this moment, I am not about to question Primus himself when he gave me back my whole reason for being. I would prefer to know instead why it was only Jazz that Primus sent back.” Prowl reached down and took Jazz’s hand and Jazz gave him a small, reassuring squeeze as he waited for his husband to continue. “Why not all our loss comrades?”
Everyone turned to Sam who blushed slightly. “Well, I suppose that’s where the fireflies come in.”
Everyone looked at Sam perplexed. “What about the fireflies?” ‘Bee asked after a moment’s pause.
Sam glanced up at his guardian before he pressed forward. “Well, for one they were huge and another, they were glowing blue instead of the normal yellow.”
Barricade instantly shot Optimus a look and the Autobot leader instantly knew this held some importance. “Blue? As in a soft pale blue?”
Sam nodded. “Yeah.” All the Autobots began speaking at once again as Sam looked around confused.
“You were glowing.” Sam turned at Barricade’s soft words.
“I was what?” Sam asked surprised.
“You were glowing,” Barricade repeated again.
“The same color as our sparks,” ‘Bee clarified and Sam stared at them in shock as he thought about it. It would make sense. Primus did say that he only saw them as fireflies since that was the closest thing that he could associate them with.
“Why did Primus have fireflies?” Optimus suddenly addressed him and Sam turned back to him.
“I think,” Sam said slowly as he mentally re-ran his conversation with Primus through his head, “I now think that they really were Sparks.”
“WHAT?” Everyone was talking again and Barricade snarled at them. ‘Bee elbowed him and the ‘Con settled down slightly.
“They were Sparks?” Optimus asked him.
Sam nodded slowly. “Um… I believe so.”
“But that doesn’t explain why it was only Jazz though,” Perceptor spoke up.
Everyone turned back to Sam to await further explanation. “Um, he said that he needed my help,” Sam began. “Primus gave me one of the fireflies and created a doorway, I guess, so I could go home. That’s when the other fireflies began heading for this door but Primus stopped them.” Sam looked out at all fifteen Cybertronions, each one of them practically hanging on to his every word. “He told me that they couldn’t be free until it was their time.”
There was silence for a long moment when Red Alert leaned forward. “Their time?” he asked almost in a hushed voice. “What time?”
“That’s just it! I don’t know!” Sam cried out hysterically, suddenly feeling as if he were on the verge of tears. “And that’s the problem! He said that there was this plan or something and he expects me to help! But I have no idea what it even is!” Sam could feel ‘Bee coming up behind him but Sam was becoming rather frustrated. “He said I had to figure it all out on my own but I have no idea what he meant!”
“He gave you a task?” Optimus suddenly asked in the quiet, his voice a low, serious tone before he turned away a bit now deep in thought. “But it can’t be… It doesn’t make any sense… but it’s the only thing that fits…”
Barricade glanced over at him and tilted his head as everyone listened to Optimus’ mutterings. “Care to share with the class?” he drawled as he watched Optimus wander over to his “desk” and sat down.
Optimus glanced over at Barricade before he turned to look out at his comrades and friends. “When I was given the title of Optimus Prime I was also told of the prophecies …”
“Prophecies?” Prowl repeated surprised.
“What prophecies?” Ratchet demanded as he stared at his long time friend.
Optimus sighed sadly. “As a Prime, I was allowed to look at the holy covenant.”
There was a stunned silence from all of the Cybertronions, each one agog at the announcement. Sam glanced around at everyone who was just sitting there, apparently shell shocked. He glanced over at the other humans who were all just as clueless before he turned to look at Optimus. “Holy covenant?” he asked him. “You mean like the ten commandments?”
Optimus gave a small smile. “Of a sorts,” he told the boy. “It spoke of many things, but one of them was of a great war to come, one that would encompass the whole of the planet.”
“Primus…” Ironhide muttered in surprise.
“I’m sure that’s what the original thirteen thought…” Bluestreak said just as shocked.
“But we already had the war,” Sideswipe spoke next, surprising most of the ‘Bots there. “What does this have to do with Sam?”
Optimus turned to give Sam a long, searching stare before he spoke again. “There was a second part of the telling,” he admitted. “It was almost like it was an afterthought added later on, so no one knew if it was truly part of the prophecy or not.”
He fell quiet and Jazz was the one who inched closer to where Optimus was seated. “Well?” the mech demanded. “What did it say?”
Optimus jerked out of his own thoughts and looked as if he was surprised he wasn’t alone. “It spoke of the end of the war,” he told them softly before he began reciting. “‘At the end of the long darkness, the one who will lead my people to the light will bring forth a great hope for the future. Defended by the guardian of the night and of the day he will bring out of great sorrow, a new way of life will be gifted to my people. Despair will turn into hope and the savior of my children who is not of my children will become the new voice for the future; for his voice will be my voice and so will bring the joy of days yet to come’.”
There was stunned silence for a long time before Sam finally broke it. “He didn’t sound like that when I spoke to him…”
That seemed to break the ice as Ratchet stood and glared at his friend. “You never told me anything about that!” he yelled at him. “Why didn’t you say anything when the war first broke out?”
Optimus frowned at him. “We really weren’t supposed to tell anyone.”
“We?” Wheeljack instantly zeroed in on that one little word. “Dare I ask who the other half of that ‘we’ was?”
Optimus glanced at the ‘Con, but apparently Barricade seemed to already know whom it was he was referring too as the mustang gave him a small nod. Optimus’ shoulders slumped slightly but he nodded in confirmation. “The only other person who knew of the prophecy… was the High Lord Protector himself…” Optimus sighed sadly as everyone froze in shock at the startling revelation. “It was Megatron.”
-To be continued
Author's Note: Okay, according to Primus’ Bio, he really did predict the war between the ‘Bots and ‘Cons… the rest of it I made up myself and I know… I suck at them. ^^; Join us next time for chapter Fifty Six: Informational Overload (Oh my titles are so witty! -Not!)
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