Lost Voice

Once Ratchet had patched him up, he was free to be with Sam. However, there was one thing Ratchet couldn't fix, and everyone had it; a torn spark of a lost comrade. He tried not to let it bother him, but it had been hard. Jazz never had the chance to hear him speak again.

Bumblebee sat in the drive of Sam's house, sitting quietly while he thought. He was the youngest, so he didn't have as many memories to sort through as some of the older mechs upon the squad, but he had known Jazz for much of his life. It was through Jazz's help that he found a new way to communicate with the others while Ratchet attempted to figure out how to fix his voice box, which he managed to fix himself when he shrunk the Allspark down to size.

However, Jazz was gone, and he couldn't believe, not even Sam, who barely met the mech. Once the team split up, he noticed the sullen look they all had, and wonder if this loss was bit much, since they were now few and far apart. If anyone did hear the call, how many would come.

"Hey, Bee." Sam's voice came, the yellow Camaro didn't reply. "Want to go for a drive?"

"Sure." Came a gentle reply. His voice was still rough, but Ratchet said if he used it, it would become better. Opening the driver's door, Sam climbed in and Bumblebee drove off.

"We just have to be back before Eleven."

"Okay."

Bumblebee thought back. Jazz was always there to support him, he gave him the first sound bytes to use to communicate with his comrades, and when he got to Earth he was able to do more with the radio stations.

"So, what was Jazz like?" Sam asked. He only go to interact with the Autobot when they first met, so he didn't know much about him.

"Kind of like what you would call a 'big brother'." Bumblebee said, "He helped me out when I lost my voice." He remained quiet for a little bit before continuing, "He was made to blend into different cultures, like the many here on Earth."

"Wow, wish I had a brother like him." Sam said, then sighed, "Must be hard for you."

"Not as hard as it is for the others, I'm young, they are far older then I, so they knew Jazz longer." Bumblebee said, "However, Jazz wouldn't want me to mourn for too terrible long, because shortly after I recovered from the battle that took my voice, I didn't want to do anything, but Jazz was there, saying I had to keep fighting, even if I couldn't return death threats."

"Wow." Sam said, "Perhaps keeping that thought in mind will help you move on."

"Yeah, that's what I was hoping." Bumblebee said, "Just, I can't help but wonder what the others are going through."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's see, Ironhide, he's the oldest in our group, he's had to deal with many deaths, but he avenged those fallen by killing the killer. Ratchet sometimes lost patients at the table, and Optimus, he's the commander, think of the weight he feels." Bumblebee said, "That and how few of use are probably left in this universe."

"I didn't think about that?"

"I'm not surprised, you know so little about use as we know so little about you guys."

"Even though you can search the whole internet?"

"You can only learn so much from you internet, some things can only be learned from personal experience."

"Right, right." Sam said, shaking his head. "So, why did you help me get Mikaela?"

"Uh…" Bumblebee fell short of finding the answer. He didn't know why, but he didn't want to tell Sam that.

How he wished he could talk with Jazz, just so his friend could hear his voice again. He hated Megatron even more, and was glad that he was finally gone. That didn't leave him with an answer as they continue to drive along.


Not as long as the other three, but i really couldn't think of what to have them talk about. none the less, i hope this is alright, and don't forget about the other three, Aftermath, Unsteady Hands, and Silent Guns.

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