One of us.

Me no own, you no sue.

Jazz walked down the passageway dancing to his internal radio. Smile plastered on to his dermal plates as he bounced in time with the songs beat. Gyrating towards the lounge where he spun in the doorway before entering.

"How can you be so happy?"

"It's a good song, I jus' gota move with it."

Tracks snorted and the various other mechs in the room glowered at him. Fresh weld seams scaring most and burned armor the current fashion. Jazz kept up with the trend with his chest plates singed black and a myriad of welds on his leg and back courtesy of Ravage.

"Ok then. How come you're not worried about Hound and Sunstreaker?"

"Who say's I'm not?"

The blue mech's optic's narrowed as Jazz two stepped over to the energon dispenser and helped himself to a cube.

"You have a strange way of showing concern for your wounded friends."

The saboteur spun around and broke in to a moonwalk. Cube held securely in his hand as he spun again and rose up on his toes, hands in the air, Michal Jackson style.

Pausing a moment in the pose before settling on his feet and setting his hand on Tracks shoulder. The Porsche removed it a moment later as he downed his entire cube of energon in a single gulp. Throwing the empty container into the trash receptacle on the other side of the room without hitting the bin's sides for a perfect swoosh.

"They'll be a'right Tracks. Ratch-man will pull one of his miracles and you can go back to disliking Sunstreaker."

Air choked out of the corvettes vents and the blue mech turned away.

"Even though he is an egotistical, vain fragger, it wouldn't be the same with out him or…"

Tracks let the sentence die off and twisted around to look at someone across the room. Jazz followed the line of sight and spotted Sideswipe on the couch in the corner.

Bumblebee sat on one side trying to get the red mech to drink some energon and Bluestreak perched on 'Sides other side just chattering away.

"Yeah, 'Sides wouldn't be the same without his bro to save his aft after he pulled somethen' stupid. Like painting you pink, again."

Tracks smiled despite himself.

"I really looked ridiculous with the matching feather boa glued around my neck."

Jazz looked down at the blue car whose face was torn between the smile from the memory and the tears that threatened from reality. Silently Jazz returned his hand to Tracks shoulder and looked back at the surviving twin.

The Lamborghini's armor was crumbled and scorched, fresh welds crisscrossed most of his chest with his left arm cabled in to place so he couldn't move it and a lost look in his optics as he stared at the cube Bee kept putting in his hands. Jazz had seen the preliminary report, the red one had barely been scratched in comparison to the yellow Lambo.

Trailbreaker made a wail like sound from Jazz's right and he spotted the tracker drowning his worry for his friend with high grade. Mirage sat next to the black mech, not quite as inebriated and toasted Jazz when he saw his commander looking his way. Throwing the cube in his hand back like it was nothing more then coolant and slamming the container down on the table with more force then necessary. Jazz removed his hand from Tracks shoulder and nodded in return.

"Remember when Hound hit a skunk and was kicked out of the Ark until the smell went away?"

Trailbreaker lifted his head from the table and slurred out.

"He s-sat in a stream for almost an entire day trying t-to get rid of the stench, it even scared away the seekers that f-found him."

Tracks got up and sat next to Trailbreaker and poured himself a cube of high grade. Starting up his own tale of Hounds and Sunstreakers misadventures, smiling at the funny parts and forgetting why they were remembering.

Jazz smiled and cranked his internal radio. Foot tapping to the beat and hips starting to sway in time, when he felt it.

The request for admission.

Silently he declined, and rocked back and forth in time with the song, working into a grove and dancing his way out of the lounge.

Sideswipe was in vary capable hands and so was Trailbreaker.

Feet switch stepping as he made his way down the hall to the officer's lounge. The blue and red hulk of Optimus stewing over his cube like the great leader always did when someone was badly injured and Prowl was no where to be seen. Working furiously to figure out what had gone wrong, no doubt.

The black and white Porsche made a mental note to visit the Datsun and ensure the tactician had some energon before he dropped from exhaustion.

Feet stomping and arms over his head as he leaned with it and rocked with it, Jazz felt the request again, much more persistent then before.

And again he declined.

Swinging in to the lounge and sliding up behind his commanding officer almost in the splits, Jazz pulled himself straight and pushed the energon cube in to Optimus' open hand and closed the blue fist around it. Plopping onto the table next to the cube and crossing his arms.

"It's not your fault boss-man. They'll make it and there was nothing that you could of done to change what happened. It was what any of us would of done and it's what any of us will do again if we want to win this war. So drink something before I have to sic Ratchet on you."

He could feel Prime's weary optics focused on him and the burned black and white smiled as wide as his face plates would allow.

With a clink and groan of gears, Optimus retracted his battle mask and raised the cube to his face. Pausing before it touched his lips to nod his thanks to his Special ops officer.

Jazz jumped off the table and bowed gallantly earning a chuckle from Prime before snapping his back straight and be-bopping it to the door.

Pausing before stepping out.

"Grab some recharge Boss-man. Before Prowl dumps all those battle reports on yer lap."

"You could always help with them."

He gasped in mock horror before smiling again.

"I could."

With that he ducked out, jigging his way to his quarters, keying open the door and enacted every security measure he had and some he didn't.

The requests for admission were getting louder now, coming in over the volume of his radio so he couldn't just ignore them.

Circulating air through his vents with a tiredness no one ever saw, Jazz reached up and removed his visor.

Un-buffered white light spilled forth in the otherwise dim room. Filling up the small space until it consumed everything. Bleaching out the desk and recharge berth, his shelves with his music and sound equipment until it all tapered off into nothingness. Even the pictures on the walls of him posing with his friends and the framed one where he was giving Optimus bunny ears disappeared, engulfed in to the light that spanned around him for all eternity.

He could feel worry and pain in his spark. How Sideswipe positively ached from the fear of losing his brother. How Trailbreaker couldn't come to terms with what he felt for Hound and kept drinking until all the things he never said, no longer mattered. The strut chilling weariness of Optimus Prime and at the same time, the determination to do right by the mechs that trusted him with their lives. Further away he could feel Soundwave's worry as he tended an appreciative Ravage and Ranjet's lust over Skywarp. Starscream's ambition and Megatrons unrelenting desire to rule.

All the while the pain of the wounded scratched in to his spark like a welder on high.

The mental screams of agony from the freshly injured and those that loved them brought him to his knees. Drove his hands to his audios in a futile attempt to block it out.

But he couldn't keep it out anymore, it was too loud, to incessant and a spark drifted into his white expanse. Dim and fading with every pulse it was soon joined by another just as dim and fading spark.

Gliding around him, begging to be admitted until he could not stand the cries any longer and opened his arms and looked at each one.

Spectro and Sunstreaker.

The pain radiated off them as their physical bodies died in their respective med bays. Ratchet and Scrapper working furiously to mend the broken mechs, unbeknownst that the fate of their patient lay not with them.

Spectro, one third of reflector stood with a hole in his chest and missing an arm and half a leg.

Sunstreaker; mashed and mauled, spark laid out to the elements and one leg simply no longer there.

They wanted it to stop.

They wanted the pain to end and for it be over.

Jazz felt the fear and worry of the mechs brothers, Sideswipe, Veiwfinder and Spyglass and he rejected the request again.

Frowns appeared on the faces of the mechs standing in front of him, they wanted their end and he was declining them their promised haven.

"Return to your brothers, they are waiting for you."

The words spilled forth echoing in the vastness of the white light and Sunstreaker looked scared for a moment then looked at him, really looked at him.

And vanished.

Relief flooded him, he did not want to accept any mechs from the battle today. Not now, not after he had gotten to know them.

"No Primus, I think… I think I will have to wait for them here with you."

Spectro stood in the still air as his body crumbled, unable to hold life any longer despite all that Scrapper was doing.

He couldn't refuse anymore as the spark inside the mech that had only hours before stood against him on the battle field, withered and Jazz opened his arms, showing his glowing spark to the far too damaged mech.

"Til all are one."

Spectro nodded and smiled at him in understanding. The form of the 'con melted away, leaving just the spark that shattered in to a million glimmering shards and joined the countless others that had gone before him in the spark of the mech still kneeling in the vast whiteness.

He could feel the sudden rush of memories and hopes from Spectro. How he only wanted to take pictures with his brothers, like he had before the war. How he already missed them and wished they wouldn't worry to much about him.

Slowly Jazz stood up and felt the pull of his true body as it traveled in its orbit in space.

It didn't seem fair.

There was so much he wanted to do, to feel, that he couldn't do because of what he was. He wanted to feel the sun and the sting of turbo fleas and have friends and enemy's and be like any of the transformers that came from his spark.

Sure there was a bit of him in everyone and he could live vicariously through the sensations of others, but when it came down to it he was trapped in this white vastness. There were no other beings like him to hang out with, no music to jive to, no femms to flirt with.

But he could experience everything this temporary body would allow and when the time came, when he himself passed the point of repair, he would return to Cybertron with the sparks of those who he had fought along side and experienced life with.

And for as long as he could, he would refuse them access to the hereafter.

Only… he couldn't deny them forever. One day even Prime would pass and he would have to pick a new one.

Letting the air out of his intakes in great gust, Jazz placed the visor over his optics and the room shifted back to its normal state. That was a long way off and the here and now was much more interesting.

Sunstreaker would be fine and so would Hound, but not so far off in the distance he could feel the grief and mourning of the mechs who had just lost their brother.

Smiling softly to himself at the flicker of warmth from Spectro in his chest, Jazz cranked his internal radio blocking out the sounds to give them privacy and left his quarters to go find Prowl.

He had to make that mech get some energon and he was still trying to get that damn Datsun to lighten up a little.

And if he couldn't do it, no one could.

A/N So ummm, yeah. Well what happened was, I was at the random pairing generator and Primus / Jazz / Conspiracy came up with an oddly timed Joan Osborne singing "what if God was one of us" and this plot bunny attacked me with all the force of a howitzer.