My dreams flitted like passing images. A flash of clashing swords, a newly forged cube, still burning from just being forged, the flash of a servo, glowing with a gold-like light, reaching for a servo glowing with a blue light.
Optics, gold optics, staring into my own. I felt.... I felt like I knew them...
"Seriously, sis, when are you going to end up getting married?" Anthony asked over the phone as I cooked my supper, trying to watch and make sure it doesn't burn.
I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't see it.
"Seriously, bro, how can you stand being married? I wouldn't mind the finding someone you can relate to, but my work matters most to me. The part I still don't understand how you handle is having two kids." I said, shuddering.
"Aw, and I thought you loved your nieces?" Anthony teased me.
"Shut it, of course I do. But raising one myself?" I shook my head, flipping my hamburger, "I don't think I am cut from the same material as you, Ant. I don't think I could be a great and loving parent like you. I don't even know the first thing about caring for a baby, or a kid." I said.
Silence fell over the phone for a moment.
"Trust me, Lil's, you would be an amazing parent. You hold more potential than you credit to yourself. I just hope I one day get to see it and tease you about it." Anthony said seriously before quickly changing to joking.
"Hey! Don't think I won't tell Amber about how you always thought girls were the most disgusting things, beyond me." I said in annoyance.
"That doesn't count, I was 10." Anthony argued.
"I was 7, and seriously didn't understand why you thought everyone but me was gross!" I argued, flipping my hamburger onto a plate.
He laughed.
"Just don't totally give up having a kid of your own, Lil's, you might like it more than you think." Anthony said.
"Sure, sure..." Was my only reply......
"... what... passed out... you sure?... Alright..." I slowly heard as my mind began to slowly pull itself from dreams.
It took me a long while to pull myself out of recharge, my mind seeming to deny something and deny it strongly.
"Dustwing? Sweetspark, are ya alrigh'?" I heard Jazz say, feeling a servo lay over my own.
I hummed, tilting my helm towards my sparkmate, my mind peaceful and sleepy.
"She's alrigh', Ratchet, just tryin' ta wake up. Do ya know what caused her ta pass out?" I heard Jazz ask Ratchet.
Ratchet's here?
Something... said something...
My mind fought it off.
"She has not been eating the right amount of metal, weak energon. I have already given her a remedy." Ratchet said.
Huh... was that what we talked about?
"Alrigh'." Jazz said worriedly. I tightened my servo on his, feeling quite sleepy.... Maybe I will just...
"It will take her a few hours to regenerate, I will keep watch on her, Jazz. Go do what Optimus requested, she will be fine." Ratchet said.
Jazz sighed and I felt the light pressure of lips on the forehead before Jazz pulled his servo from mine.
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Reborn An Autobot (Jazz X OC) [DISCONTINUED]
RomanceI do not own Michael Bay's Transformers. THIS STORY ENDS SUDDENLY. I am not writing on it anymore, hit a big roadblock in it and started over on a whole new look of this story in a different story on my page. Check out Reawakening, updates every oth...