He lay peacefully, looking up at a clear sky. Why was he here again? Hadn't he been doing something? It didn't matter, this was peace and comfort and everything he thought he wanted. There was something though. Something important he was sure of it. There was some discomfort in his chest but that wasn't it, was it? Was that what he was trying to remember? No, it was something else, definitely something else.

Maybe, he thought, maybe I should get up? Maybe I'll remember then, but it was so hard to get up. Why would he want to do that? Besides, there were his friends, they were smiling at him...weren't they? Standing over him, calling out his name: "Jazz?" Yep, that was him. He knew that. They really wanted him to join in on their game, didn't they? They just kept calling out to him. How nice was that?

So, so you think you can tell

Heaven from Hell,

Blue skies from rain.

Can you tell a green field

From a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

The ground was rumbling, kinda like when Ironhide blew a gasket and started shooting things. Bet that's what happened, he was probably messing around with the big guy and he got mad. Probably clocked him good and that's why his head hurt. Grouchy old man, when was he gonna learn to have fun? If he kept on gettin' so upset about everything he was gonna wear himself down to nothing long before he was done. Done? Wait, that rang a bell. What was done?

Hey, Hatchet! Well, he thought that was strange, he tried to talk but his voice just didn't seem to be working. Ratchet looked pretty pissed. Ironhide must've done a number on him this time. Maybe he should quit yanking the old guy around, it was really going to cut his life short if he didn't. Ratchet should take some time to look at the sky, Jazz thought, it was really a calming thing to see. Soft blues and white puffy clouds. How perfect was that?

And did they get you to trade

Your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

And did you exchange

A walk on part in the war

For a lead role in a cage?

Dang, that discomfort was really getting bad! More like a stabbing pain really. What had happened? Ironhide wouldn't have shot him, would he? Cause that's what it felt like! It burned so much! Why was everyone yelling? There was certainly a lot of noise going on around here. Must have been a party, right? Yeah, they partied hard a lot. You had to when you were in a war that you never knew when your ticket might come up. Right?

Jazz stood up, finally relieved of that horrible pain. Why did everyone look so upset? Was that...Bumblebee? What happened to his legs? And that was a Decepticon! Good on ya guys for taken him out...but when did that happen? How had he missed out on it? Where was everyone else? Well, there was Ironhide. He was shootin' his cannons as usual, and yellin' as usual...but didn't he sound a little more upset then normal? Wonder why? There was Rachet workin on someone, guess that Decepticon got someone before he went down, huh? Guy was small though. Maybe smaller then...Oh, Primus...

How I wish, how I wish you were here.

We're just two lost souls

Swimming in a fish bowl,

Year after year,

Running over the same old ground.

What have we found?

The same old fears.

Wish you were here.

He sat, looking on in a state of shock. Everyone was here. Well, everyone that had come to Earth with him. And Bumblebee who'd brought them all here. Even the humans they'd met were all right there. All standing in their victory over Megatron. Damn. He missed it. He couldn't believe he missed it. The war was finally over and he didn't get to celebrate with his comrades. How lame was that?

Optimus gave his speech. Man, they all missed him already. Don't worry guys, he thought, I'm good! How he wished he could just say something to them. To pour little Bee, his little brother, his friend, his buddy. He'd miss him so much! Or to Ratchet, feeling guilty as ever when someone died. There was no saving him, didn't he realize that? He'd tried and Jazz knew that, he didn't hold anything against him. Even to old man Ironhide who, despite his gruff exterior Jazz knew he was braking inside, another comrade lost because he wasn't fast enough with his cannons. Because he hadn't gotten to the enemy in time to do anything. And what about Optimus? He had been a mentor to Jazz, a standing stone, a firm grip on reality when everything got too rough and in return Jazz gave him a bit of chaos, some much needed idiotic, goofy, fun haven, good time stress relief that the big guy needed so badly. What now? Primus couldn't you have waited one more day? Let them have their day of victory unmarred by his death? Why was there always something to ruin what was beautiful?

Beautiful like the sky. Never ending blue sky. Like the voices that called to embrace him. Like...