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[nottabeater]

The base is peaceful. Quiet conversation from the workshop tells where Ratchet and Dev and their new daughter are, and a silent shadow shows where Ironhide's standing in the courtyard frowning over the wall. Behind him Rap and Honey are digging a hole to China in the middle of the yard, and Roach is doing the macarena with full musical accompaniment nearby.

Inside the living room Sam's curled in the hammock chair busy with his homework as Mikaela lays on the couch engrossed in the same subject. Across the huge room Chromia's intent on the satellite feeds at the computer desk, and on the bigger mech sized couch Bee is sitting and watching TV as she teases Arcee over her com while that worthy snuggles in Starforge's protective grasp.

The yellow femme is chuckling inwardly at her friends, but she's worried, too. Prime's been gone since the previous morning, and there's been no word of him. Jazz has finally gone to the Nexus to see if he can find him. After everything that's happened Bee's got a sinking feeling about this. Are they going to find Optimus scattered over the desert in scorched and shattered pieces, like their original Jazz and like Ratchet?

The chuckle fades and she turns her head to check on her sparklings.

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[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

//Sparkmaker....// Bee holds her head, mentally empathizing as the sound of Ironhide hitting his head on the wall reverberates through the hanger.

Chromia just stares at Jazz.

[dajazzmech.livejournal.com]

Jazz sighs softly and goes to lay his head on Bumblebee's shoulder. //Yanno, when I prayed Optimus would get his innocence back, I didn't expect this.//

[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

She puts her arms around him. //From what I've learned about the Sparkmaker He doesn't always answer the way we think He will. ...Slaggit anyway.//

//So if he's stuck, then what?// Chromia wants to know. //And what if the Defense Secretary calls? What're we gonna tell Epps 'n his bunch?//

//Captain Lennox'll be here soon, too,// Bee reminds them.

[dajazzmech.livejournal.com]

//Slag, I guess I can try an' explain the situation as best I can. I don't know if we can get away with sayin' Optimus just ain't himself for very long.// He sighs again and cuddles close to his wife. //But until I think of something, that's the excuse. We'll try to keep Op away and busy till then I guess.//

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//So the Nexus is still a secret we don't tell the humans?// Chromia watches as Bee lifts her head and looks at the tiny mech playing with her sparklings. //He doesn't remember anything?//

[dajazzmech.livejournal.com]

Jazz's horns twitch for a moment with thought. //I'd rather the Nexus not complicate matters right now.//

He shakes his head wearily. //Not a think, he only knows his name cause somebody told him.//

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//Gotcha. Slag.// She looks up at Ironhide as he wanders back looking a little glazed and mentally agreeing with the sentiment.

//Could we tell them Prime went away for awhile?// asks Bee softly, her voice holding all the meek uncertainty that it had back on Cybertron when she'd spoken up in meetings. //It's not really true, but the Prime is gone...?//

[dajazzmech.livejournal.com]

He nods after a moment of thought. //Good idea. It's not really lyin' either.//

The silver mech turns to Ironhide. //After your head clears, get the news to the other adults. If they answer the phones, they need to know.//