Healing Cybertronians is only temporary, Amber

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 Jazz is  holding up a sliced in half cardoor hooked to his left, gigantic servo. The dents on his digits are not significant to him, but for Amber it's painfully obivous. Hiding in big buildings could be the worst idea a human could think of for a Autobot that has a big vehicle mode. Sitting by a a window (that gave her the perfect view of Jazz) In a rented apartment ,and a Ironhide who didn't tell where he went, Amber had the worst luxery to be near a cry-baby.

  Amber is sitting at big, round dinner table.

   "Having one baby on the way isn't enough."  Amber combs through her hair. She gets up from the table and  puts on her pink robe that had been hanging on the white seatbeside her.

  The scene transititons to Jazz.

 "Owch."  Jazz complains, sitting inbetween two tree's that were almost like leaf clovers grown. "I should have known squeezing through the alley would do this."

Amber came out from the apartment in her robe, wearing her best long sleeve  purple-red sweatshirt underneath.

"You big crybaby." Amber starts off on Jazz. "You should be at a car-shop; getting repairs."

Jazz  lowers himself down to AMber.

 "They are closed on Saturdays and Sundays." Jazz tells her.

 Tonight is a saturday.

Amber puckers her lips, trying to decide on one thing.

 "Are all of you big crybabies?" Amber asks, coming forward to the gigantic Pontanic. She takes out a big tool box from the bushes, Bringing a tool box along the way is nifty.

   Jazz shook his servos.

 "No," He denies. "We are not. And you are not going to use that hammer on me!"

Amber grins, finding a good source to annoy her good amico.

 "Then put down your hand, and let me see how bad it is." Amber  waves her right hand. "Or else I will tickel under your arm and then your belly, finally I will have this all recorded so whenever  big-seargent-who-makes-weapons can see. I'll add background music to make it more shamefully embarrashing."

  Jazz lowers his servo, complying to her.

 "Now, wasn't that so simple?"  Amber said, giving him a thumbs up.

 Jazz  grumbles something along the lines of 'Not simple'.

Amber's finger tips glow a light blue as they touch a part of Jazz's dented digits. If Jazz had his visor flippedd off then  Amber would have been ble to see his optics widen.She put her hand under his left index digit and took out a tool that melts metal back together. Amber puts on a metal-helmet mostly associated with making a sword .

  "This will only hurt a little bit." Amber turns on the tool and ues it to mend the wound on Jazz's digit.

   The light blue energy and flames take a sudden merge; healing and throwing off some electrical sparks in the process.

 "OW!" Jazz yelps, his servo moved places. He wanted her to stop. "That hurts! It hurts, Mrs.Brookes--"

  "Shut it, big cry baby!" Amber snaps back, as the lid protecting her face has a dark glass-ware.

 It took a few seconds for her to see what's actually happening.

 "...Wait what."  Amber turns off the tool.

  The flames that had been ignited with the allspark power heal most of Jazz's wounds. The power retreats back into Amber's fingertips.  Wait. What just happened?Did I just summon power and heal a Cybertronian? Amber couldn't believe it,  her first words to say were quite a struggle to say. Jazz clears his throat but all that comes out his mouth are nothing.

  "Woah." Amber finally said, taking off her helmet. "Just woah.

 "It's only temporary," Jazz tells her, in a low voice. "It's not...I don't get why you humans look at us that way."

Amber tilts her head.

 "Like you are?" Amber waves a finger at Jazz. "You are more, like, pernament,"

Jazz laughs.

 "No, it's temporary." Jazz claims. "But...Thank you."

Amber waves her right hand.

 "Don't ask for it ALL the time."

 "It won't effect your child, not a trace of cybertronian will be inside her."

Amber's eyes light up.

 "...Jazz?" She gives him the eye. "Have you been using Ironhide to determine what my baby's gender is?"

 Jazz taps his digits, in denial.

 "No." He said, straight forward.

 "AH HA!" Amber folds her arms. "I knew it. You convinced Ironhide to give you the X-ray program!"

 Jazz sighs.

 "No...yes..."

"Pucker up on taking me to Niagra falls, on your gas," Amber tells him. "Not my money will be spent this trip."

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