AN: Not as long as the first chapter, but this is my general chapter length. If and when this gets continued I don't know.
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How the Organic Resurrects an Autobot
Miles woke up to a scream trapped in his throat, not letting him breathe as he desperately fought against the thin blanket he had gotten himself tangled up in. He swallowed the lump, blinking as his eyes tried to adjust to the sudden darkness. It figured that once he was kidnapped by giant alien robots he would immediately have a nightmare about them. He sat up and scrubbed a palm over his face, trying to rid himself of the terror he felt in his heart.
Though he was covered in sweat, a chill ran down his spine as he realized how dark it was and how utterly alone he was. He was back in the hangar he had originally woken up in, using the same inflatable mattress and the same thin blanket. It was his second night away from home, and Miles missed it. He knew he would, he'd prepared for it, but he hadn't planned to be kidnapped by Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots.
But then again, he wasn't exactly complaining. So far everything was pretty cool. Optimus had managed to scrounge up enough food to last Miles the entire day, and they were planning to go to the store and use what money Miles had bothered to bring along to get him more. They already had plumbing, so he wasn't worried about disposing of his waste or staying hydrated. How they were going to keep him around hadn't been explained to him completely yet, and he was preparing to be kicked back home any day. Miles didn't let himself hope that it would stay the way Ironhide had said. It all sounded too simple.
The teen checked his Ipod, having not turned on his phone since he left his house because of the texts and phone calls he would receive, and noted it was just a little past twelve a.m. He groaned, he had gone to bed just a little less than an hour ago per Ratchet's urging. After the nightmare he didn't want to go back to sleep, and just remembering the dream sent a chill down his spine.
The dream itself had taken place in Mission City, and there had been a large grey mech with cold red optics. As vague as Optimus had been in his initial explanation, as Miles did plan to ask for more details, he had just known it was Megatron. Miles had been what he could only assume was an Autobot, since he had been shooting Megatron and then challenged and goaded the Decepticon leader as the mech landed on top of some building. Miles had asked Megatron if the mech had wanted a piece of him as he shot the Decepticon lord with his plasma canon.
Miles shivered at the memory of Megatron's voice, and at the feeling of being literally torn in two to fit the Decepticon leader's desires. That had been when he woke up, nearly screaming at the seeming reality of it.
He stood up and went outside, planning to walk the nightmare off. The cold night air felt refreshing against his still heated body, and unlike the night before the moon shown bright enough to illuminate any path he wanted to take. He assumed that the three Autobots were in recharge, their version of sleeping. He looked around for a moment, and while Optimus had been courteous enough to show him most of the base, as small as it was, there had been one section the Prime had avoided.
This is where Miles went, using the human sized door to get in. The fact that it was unlocked meant it couldn't be too top secret, or they were just absentminded enough to not think to lock it. Either way, Miles went inside, and after fumbling along the wall for a few seconds, he found a light switch and flicked it on. It looked to be like an extremely downsized version of the Medbay that he had been shown by Ratchet. There was a metal birth, and on it was something covered in a big tarp. The only other thing in the room was a large metal table, and he could see several tools on it. Miles hummed in disappointment; there wasn't anything interesting in the room.
As the teen turned to go, he heard a small clinking noise of something hitting the floor. He looked back, and under the metal table an extremely small object glinted in the light. Miles went over to investigate, bending over and picking up a sliver of… something. He assumed it was some type of metal, but what it could have come from he had no idea. He ran his thumb across it, enjoying the odd texture the sliver had to it, up until it glowed brightly and burned hot in his hand, nearly making him drop it.
"Do ya wan' a piece of meh? Do ya wan' a piece?"
"No, I want two!"
Two voices filled the tiny Medbay like room, making Miles cry out in surprise. It matched his dream exactly, and Megatron's voice brought it back with sickening clarity. He had gone out to get rid of it, not to be reminded of it. And now it wasn't just been in his head, the voices had been loud and clear, coming out of the sliver of metal resting in his clenched palm.
Miles started to panic, going to open his hand and toss it, but he couldn't open his hand even when he pried at it with the other one. The next thing Miles could think to do was to yell, and yell as loudly as he could for each 'bot on base. Only a choking sound left his mouth when he opened it, making him panic more, before a startling sense of peace washed over him.
As panicked as he had been just a moment before, he wasn't afraid at all now, something inside of his mind whispering that whatever was going on wasn't going to hurt him. Or maybe it was the sliver getting inside of his head, worming its way into his brain and telling him what it wanted to get him to cooperate. And seemingly without his control, his body was moving and finding a way to hoist himself up on to the berth. The berth was about ten feet off the ground, and if Miles jumped just right he could grab the outer edge and do a pull up until he could drag himself on. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't have been able to do something that strenuous, but nothing going on was normal.
Miles carefully removed the tarp from whatever it was covering, letting it drop to the floor as he stared at the unmoving body of a Cybertronian. He knew it was dead, but without even hesitating he clambered on to the dead mech's chest plates, to where there was an open hole. Going down almost an exact half of the dead mech's body was a visible weld from where the frame had been put back together after being torn in half. Miles knew instantly that this was who his dream had been about, who he had been in the dream, and whose voice he had heard just a while ago. The hand clenching the sliver of metal moved over the hole in the mech's chest of its own accord, and then opened, the sliver dropping inside.
In the next instance, a brilliant bright light was pouring out of the hole, blinding Miles and making the teen tumble backwards as he tried to get away from the intensity of it. He fell over the edge of the berth, landing on the tarp. He found himself frozen in place, eyes clenched tight even as pain crawled up his spine to match the new aching in his backside.
Time seemed to crawl by, and even when the light dimmed enough to look Miles kept his eyes shut tight. He could practically hear the Cybertronian body on the berth thrumming with life, and then metal scraping against metal as the body started to move. Miles silently prayed that it wasn't going to end up being some freaky zombie alien thing that he released on the world; it was so not the way he wanted to go.
Miles dared a peak, just in time to see the Cybertronian shoot up, visor down and battle ready as he searched for an enemy that he wouldn't find. Miles stood up slowly, and regretted this instantly when a plasma cannon was shoved in his face. Just as soon as he was staring down the barrel of it, it was transformed back into the mech's servo.
"Yah jus' a fleshling!" Jazz said in amusement, more at his own reaction than anything else. He bent down to get more at eye level with Miles, eyeing the teen up. "Can ya tell meh where Ah am?"
"The Autobot base. How are you alive?" Miles couldn't help but ask, knowing how the mech had died.
"Ah'd like to know that myself," Jazz replied, picking Miles up in his servo. "Ah assume i' has somethin' ta do with ya, so thank ya."
"You're welcome. I'm sorry; Optimus never mentioned your name just that he lost a good comrade."
"Ah'm Jazz, third in command an' bes' Saboteur aroun'," Jazz boasted, letting his visor lift to reveal blue optics.
Miles grinned, "I'm Miles, and your first in command kidnapped me."
"Naw!" Jazz exclaimed, "Ah'm gonna have to 'ear this story."
"I think they're all sleeping," Miles glanced at his Ipod again, "It's about 12:45 in the morning now."
"In recharge? No' for long!" Jazz said cheerfully, carrying Miles outside of the tiny Medbay look alike room and setting the teen down. "Ah suggest coverin' those listenin' devices of yahs."
Miles did just that, covering his ears.
"AH'M BACK, BABY!" Jazz shouted, accompanying the shout with some acoustics.
Even with his ears covered, Miles winced at the level Jazz used, and when the mech started playing the music he could feel the vibrations.
That didn't matter as much when he got to see Optimus, Ironhide, and Ratchet all try to come out of the same hangar at once. Ironhide had gotten to the exit first, but Optimus had arrived soon after and the Prime's momentum had crashed him in to the Weapons Specialist, sending them both to the ground. They ended up creating a two mech pile, Ironhide struggling and cursing on the bottom with Optimus just on top of him, and then Ratchet grasping the opportunity to climb over the Prime and race over to where Jazz and Miles stood. How they managed to do all of that in the space they had, Miles wasn't really sure, but then again he was just trying not to burst out laughing.
When Ratchet did make it over to them, he grabbed Jazz by the shoulders, and then shook the Saboteur hard as if to make sure he was really there. Then he went about scanning the mech just as Optimus and Ironhide made it over.
"Well, this is a unexpecte' welcomin', guys." Jazz grinned at his team, only slightly surprised when Optimus picked him up and hugged him.
Ratchet growled, "How the frag are you alive?"
"Nice ta see yah two, Ratch!" Jazz laughed, and then pointed at Miles. "Blame 'im."
Four sets of blue optics turned towards Miles, three mystified and the last extremely amused.
"Oh, y'know, I couldn't sleep so I just thought I'd try my hand at raising the dead. It was a success on Jazz, I guess I can move on to my own people now." Miles replied sarcastically, before taking the honest route. "I had a nightmare, so I decided to go for a walk. Optimus had shown me the entire base except the part Jazz was in, so I went in there to explore. I was about to leave when this sliver of metal fell on the floor, and I picked it up. I picked it up, and of course crazy shit starts to happen. I hear Jazz, and then Megatron, and then it's moving my body and making me climb up on Jazz's berth, and then I drop the shard in Jazz's chest hole thing."
"A sliver?" Optimus asked, before turning to Ratchet. "Was it the shard of the Allspark?"
"I believe so," Ratchet turned his scans from Jazz to Miles, "I tried to bring Jazz back using the Allspark shard myself, but it would not work. Not only has it worked when an organic used it, but it has healed Miles. You say you heard Jazz, and Megatron? How do you know it was Megatron?"
"Healed?" Miles asked, a hand automatically going for his black eye, until Ratchet shook his helm. "And because of my nightmare. I was Jazz in Mission City, and it ran through me-him getting killed by Megatron. Megatron was one of the last things he heard."
"My first scans of you showed that you were beginning to catch what Samuel calls a 'bug'. As the day progressed I believe you yourself had said something about feeling like you were getting something. And it appears that the shard was affecting you even before you touched it, giving you a vision of Mission City. It wanted you to get up and go to where Jazz was," Ratchet mused.
"Okay, not that I'm not happy that Jazz is alive and I'm not gonna get sick anymore, but why did this shard thingy react to me and not you? Isn't your thingy?"
"It is our thingy," Ratchet said dryly, "However it is an intelligence all on to itself. Why it reacted to you, I do not know.
Optimus looked between Ratchet and Miles, before running his own scan on the teen. "I believe Primus is smiling down on us, old friends."
Miles was trying not to roll his eyes. He couldn't decide if it was too early or too late to be dealing with this nonsense any more, and he just wanted to go back to sleep now. It was great that Jazz was alive, but it would be better if he went to bed before he could feel like an awkward fifth wheel when he already felt a bit out of place among the alien robots. He didn't know Jazz, he barely knew any of them. He knew himself, and now his life was being screwed with by some shard thingy that got in his dreams and controlled his body.
"That's all well and good for you, but what does it mean for me?" Miles asked finally.
But no mech had an answer for him.