Hey guys, so this has been my baby for a while now. The little idea came to me when I was watching the first movie with my best friends. Upon gushing about it after the movie finished, it stayed in the back of my head for a good month and a half. I moved to a new house and a new school, where I have class about computers. So, for the last half a month once I finished my online assignment, I was pounding out this little fic. It's a Jazz/OC, and yes Jazz survived in this fic! There is a logical reason actually, which is a couple more chapters in or in that chapters end note. I hope to post once a week, probably usually on Saturday. I should be good at updating this time around, as I'm already well into chapter four.

Anyway, the main character is Laelynn, a member of the USAF and survivor of Mission City. She's a small town girl with big dreams of either serving her country or singing her little heart out. The rest of her backstory will be revealed in time.

Enjoy this first chapter! I loved writing it and I hope you love reading it! And this disclaimer applies to the rest of the fanfiction: The only aspect of this story that I own is the plot and all original characters. The Autobots and all such items is the property of their respective owners, ex. Hasbro.

The world outside the window had never seemed so weird, Laelynn thought, people walking around like nothing happened. A world without her team was nearly unimaginable, but here the reality was. She was all alone, alone in the sterile white hospital room. Pain, disbelief and anger was all she knew from the moment she heard the doctor explain why her team wasn't visiting, goofing off and getting kicked out. She never knew hospitals could be so quiet. There was the murmur of the doctors hustling around outside her room but it was so quiet inside the room without Josef screeching terror as Rosaline chased him around for some stupid thing he said. She blew out gently, the strands of her brown hair fluttering away from her face.

"Ah, excuse me, is this a Ms. Laylen, um, Amoldiny's room?" A man, with short brown hair and a military uniform peeked in the door.

"Laelynn Amoldine, yes sir. What can I help you with?" She said, sitting up straighter as she corrected his pronunciation of her name. He stepped fully in the door, followed by two other men. One was tall, and had bright blue eyes. His hair was dark, and he had a scar over his left eye. He was a very gruff looking man. The other was an African American man with dreads and blue tinted sunglasses on, seeming very relaxed compared to the gruff man's stiff posture.

"We're with NEST, a new military group. We are under the impression you and your team were present at Mission City?"

A teen straining out toward her, a screech of warning, a bang and then pure pain as fire ripp- She nodded, shoving the memory back into the box it came from.

"Yes sir, but.."She hesitated, unable to voice the reality of her team's fate.

"I know about your team, Miss Amoldine." He smiled sympathetically. Internally, she raged that she didn't want his pity, but kept a calm surface, only her blue eyes darkening belaying her internal anger. "We wanted to recruit you to serve with us at NEST, as soon as you recover, naturally."

"I'm sorry, sir, but you never told me you nor your companions names?" She asked, with a slight frown.

"Oh, I'm Major Will Lennox and this is Lieutenant Jasper Auto and Weapons Specialist Ron Hide. But call us Will, Jazz and Hide." The Major introduced, pointing out the Lieutenant as the more relaxed and the Specialist as the gruff one.

"Well, Major Lennox sir, I apologize but I plan on returning home as soon as I recover, and have applied to be honorably discharged from the military. If you're worried about me telling about that freaky robot that shot my team and I down, don't worry. I get called wacky as it is." Laelynn shook her head, roving her eyes over the three men. They paused on Lt. Jazz's sunglasses, which were slightly unsettling as Laelynn wasn't quite sure where he was looking. Her eyebrow rose, before she turned her head to the side, resuming her stare out the window.

"Well, we'll leave ah card fur ya in case ya change yur mind." The accent was something Laelynn wasn't expecting, and neither was the card Lt. Jazz stepped forward to drop into her lap. She blinked down at it for a second, before actually picking it up to observe the font. It was fairly generic, with the words "Lt. Jasper Auto, NEST" written on the front. The red, faded box face behind it was something Laelynn had never seen before, though. When she looked up from her observations, she saw the backs of the three men as they left her in peace. She turned the card over in her hands, musing over the strange visit. A small part of her in the very back of her mind was screaming at her to pick herself up and take the job offer, but her heart was pushing her to avoid any new teams lest she endure more pain when she loses them. The white walls weren't helping her mood, the absence of color further depressing her.

Her head had barely hit the pillow behind her when a memory from her team in the very beginning slithered forward.

She couldn't believe she had finally made it through basic training. Laelynn grinned as she stepped off the plane in Chicago for a small layover and to meet her future team. They were meeting in Chicago before being shipped just a bit farther east to an Air Force base in central Indiana. Gruesome, or something like that, Laelynn absentmindedly thought, her eyes wide and searching for her waiting area where her team would arrive.

"Josef! You dirty mouthed Latino!" She heard a distinct screech from an open door near her. She peeked in the door, seeing a tiny wasp of a woman chasing an equally small Latin American man around the room, much to the amusement of the rest of the occupants. She pulled her head back to check the room label, 2A, and entered the room.

"I was expressing my happiness we are on the same team, dear Rosa!" 'Josef' cackled loudly, glancing behind him to grin. He smacked head first into Laelynn, both of them stumbling.

"I never did find out what exactly he said to make her chase him…" She mused to herself, falling asleep to the clamor of the busy hospital.

Laelynn was not looking forward to the changing of her bandages this morning. Her side had been sore all evening and she was fairly sure it'd be a gross pus filled scab today. Not to mention those men from NEST were on her mind, and it was driving her bonkers. She kept fingering Lt. Jasper's card, mulling over the strange initials. NEST, New Extra Soldiers Team perhaps, she thought as she moved her neck around the best she could without it hurting. Now that she had some admittedly poor rest, and time to think on the offer, it was seeming more appealing. She had to have a job, and those were hard to come by in the current economy. Laelynn shook her head, pushing the dilemma to the back of her mind as someone knocked on her door.

"Come in?" She blinked, the nurses usually didn't bother with waiting for her to answer. Much to her surprise, it wasn't a nurse who slid through the door.

"Hey, ah thought ah'd come see how yur doin'." Lt. Jazz sheepishly grinned, hands tucked down into the pockets of his jeans. "Also, ta see if ya'd thought any 'bout tha offur."

"No, sir, I haven't had much time to think on it. The nurses seem keen to keep me sedated." Laelynn smirked. "They don't seem to like my sarcasm much, wonder why?"

Lt. Jazz chuckled, moving forward to sit in the green chair beside her bed. Each motion was smooth, coordinated almost. His sunglasses just added to the slight danger aura she picked up, which was contradictory to the relaxed posture he settled into. He seemed more than happy to make himself at home.

"So, where do ya come from?" He inquired. Laelynn shifted, trying to find the words to describe her childhood stomping grounds. His interest in her was slightly weird, but she humoured him.

"Well, I grew up in Kansas, a small town called Lawrence. Kinda everyone knew everyone kinda thing. Not much happened, kinda usual for small towns you know? But my parents moved out to Indiana after I got stationed there for a couple years to train, so I'm heading back there when I get released from here." Laelynn replied, trying to avoid talking about Grissom too much. She was just glad her parents had settled slightly south of Grissom instead of right beside it in Peru. Kokomo was easier, there were less memories of her team there.

"Sounds coo'. So would ya considur joining NEST if ya had more time ta recover from Mission City?" Lt. Jazz pressed, for some reason entirely focused on her agreement to join their group. That sounded off some warning bells in her head, and she eyed him warily.

"Perhaps. It'd depend if I kept being bugged about joining. What, are the robots some kinda government secret or something?" She drawled, asking the second half sarcasticly.

"Maybah, maybah not." Lt. Jazz drawled in return, a smirk forming on his lips. "well, it was pleasant seein' ya again. Think 'bout joining some more, would ya?" With that, Lt. Jazz took his leave. Laelynn's mind was swirling, trying to distinguish between if he was truly just checking up or if he had an ulterior motive.

She couldn't remember how long she had stared out the same window, pondering the enigma that her twice visitor was. He was mysterious, a paradox in and of itself, emitting the dangerous signals but being completely at ease. She had no doubt he was very skilled, then again you had to be skilled to be promoted so high up the totem pole. The chill of the room seeped through her measly wool blanket that was supplied to every patient, the paper thin hospital gown not helping the matter either. She only really noticed the chill when her pain medication began to wear off, the wound on her side pulsing in anger at her. Curiosity overtook the disgust and slight fear of lay underneath the bandages, and she pushed the button to summon the nurse on duty.

With some pain medication back in her system, Laelynn watched in curious trepidation as the layers of wrapping were peeled off her side. It was gruesome, and would turn into a horrible scar, but it wasn't as bad as Laelynn expected it to be. Bright red, oozing small amounts of blue tinged pus and blood but it looked to be half-healed already. The nurse said something along the same lines as Laelynn had been thinking, calling the doctor in to see. They murmured a few words together, none of which Laelynn heard, before exiting the room simultaneously. Laelynn's eyes snapped back to her wound, sizing up just how large of a scar it'd turn into. She would have a hard time concealing that if she wore anything that bared her midriff. She tilted her head, her fingers creeping down to prod at the burn. Tingles spread from her fingertips through the burned area, shadowed by a thin wave of pain. There was no doubt in her mind that without the pain killers, it would've been horrendous waves of pain.

When the doctor returned, Laelynn was informed that she could be released within a week. This was under the condition that she returned weekly for a month for check-ups. They had no explanation for her about why her wound had healed at such a rapid pace when she asked if they knew. Her heart pounded, fear lurking deep inside that something was wrong with her. She knew that blue wasn't a normal color for pus, and her pounding heart started beating out a faster tempo when she realised she could very well turn into a human experiment for a creepy scientist. As the terror of that very real possibility began to overtake her, Laelynn began to gasp in panicked breaths. She wouldn't be an experiment, she didn't want that! Her heart monitor began to screech as her already fast heartbeat escalated. The nurse came rushing in, pushing soothing words at her in an attempt to calm her down, but Laelynn had already fallen straight into a panic attack. She felt a rush of cold liquid flow into her IV, and the world faded to black.