Memoren-13  and her Decepticon friend VictimDrive had murdered David, including his old friend. They couldn't be fooled. That wasn't a good idea David had done, as anyone would say if they heard. So, in her 6th month, Amber discovered what David had done through VictimDrive (Who attacked Jazz and Amber at a picnic)without being told the rest.

"You cannot fool Decepticons, at all." Amber repeats what Jazz told her a month ago. She waved her index finger at the giant robot as he is corned by her.  "And you told me that!"

 "It was David's idea."

 Amber's fury is boiling.

  "Davids idea?: She repeated, her voice raises. The fury in her voice is what a child could fear. Her eyes were blazing "He's my husband, he should have told me"

  Ironhide took a sigh, knowing the news would shatter this woman into pieces.

"..Was is the  keyword." Ironhide said.

 Jazz edgedds away from Ironhide, knowing Amber better than him. Amber is completely point-blank what he is about to say, the confusion and disbelief is present on her young, human face face. Her hurtful eyes could break him into pieces if Jazz looked at them any longer. It seemed to be the spell of when the wishes of a human is followed through to the tea. It could hurt who they were doing this wish for.

"Your husband is dead."  Ironhide added.

"My..." She couldn't  find the words to say what she is trying to say. The Tears in her eyes shattered Jazz's spark. A human who he befriended suddenly saw him in a different light. "Jazz...Y-t-you knew."

 "It was the only way to make sure you and the child were to live.:" Jazz told her.  "It was his wish."

Present Day Amber snaps out the world that was intuned and recalling in.  Her son, born a healthy human, had grown into this strong and eager-to-play-video games 10 year old. He was just a baby when Jazz died. Sometimes Amber regretted what had happened back then. Ten, long years since the Autobots and Decepticon war entered her life.

  The ding from the oven had taken her out of it

“Mom, why do you have a steering wheel with the Autobot Symbol?” Her son calls out, from the living room.

Amber pokes her head out the kitchen.

“He was a great friend.”

This intrigued his interested.

“Who?”

Amber  took out a big batch of cookies from the oven using a glove.  Her son came into the kitchen carrying a stick--the fancy way to turn the televison off by waving it in the air--rather than a remote controll. Amber hadn't used the television remote at all not since the day Optimus Prime left Earth in 2014.

“Son, sit down,” Amber said. Her son asked more questions than his dad did.

 Her son sat down on a stool, putting the stick on the table.

 "Spill it, Ambre." Her son said, snapping his fingers.

Amber rubs her forehead.

 "You don't have to be calling me by my first name, son."

 Her son, who's name is what we may learn, makes his best poker face.

 "You are a martian," Her son said, all wide-eyed. "I have an alien friend with tentacles and three eyes!"

 Oh boys, they have such wild imaginations. 

 “Jazz was a sure, easy friend." Amber said, finally letting it all come out. Her son looks puzzled, the same way David would be. Just like his father in many ways. "I think either he or Ironhide mistakened your gender for a girl. That’s why you have a girls name,Sherly."

Her son, is actually named Sherlock but most people call him Sherly,   hands are getting red.

 "Ambre, that's not fair."  Sherly said, his eyes would say this boy did not like what he is hearing.

Amber grins, happy to actually make her son mad at her. Instead of her being mad at him.

 "You were named by robots." Amber taunts him.

"You are a martian!" Sherly defensively said, going on his opinion.  "Girls have the cooties! Moms come from Mars, and I come from the real world where everyone is a clone. The Enterprise exists and you are really a klingon in disguise. Machines are just the backstory of what's really going on."

 Well, they did move to Italy and have been living there ever since.  

"Sherly," Amber said. "You wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for the Autobots, like Bumblebee leading them to safety, Optimus Prime saving Earth not once but TWICE, and Jazz...Oh Jazz..Risking his neck out there to protect YOU inside me. I have a good idea what a klingon are. But are you femilar with the Telesatra?"

Sherly shook his head.

 "Human.Aliens.inside.shells," Amber adds, taking out a cookie.

 Sherly's eyes become small.

 "Watch Lets Kill Hitler." Amber drinks some coffee. She swallos her little sip and then continued to lecture her son. "Now if you don't mind. I want you to know that everyday we live, we go out there and be the lazy son of a truck as we are....We may have knowledge to get ourselves out of a zombie invasuon..."

 "Mom, IT'S INVASION."

 Amber gets a laugh over it. She finally got him to call her  'Mom'.

"As I was saying; We get rid of the Transformers ,who try helping us. We want to get rid of the good guys, but no, we cling on to hope." Amber takes a bite from the hot cookie,and then quickly takes a big sip from her milk. "...You should know....That hope is what we cannot get rid of. Sherly, don't try getting some cookies. They are too hot for you."

And when she went into her car, she would always remember that day where Jazz left.

 "Look, we don't always live for long," Jazz warned her.

Amber pouted.

"What?"

 Jazz rubs his fore helm.

 "There's  a war coming on," Jazz  tells her. "And some of us might not survive. You will survive. But I won't."

"Jazz, you won't die on Sherly." Amber did her best, sweet innocent look. "He needs somebody to tell him what's the best..."

Jazz puts his servo on her shoulder.

 "I trust you."

Those words didn't just mean he trusted her. It meant...Goodbye.

 "Mom?" Sherly looks at her. He waves his hand up and down. "Mom you are randomly crying again."

 Amber shook her head.

 "Tissues," She waves her hand.  "Now."

 That day where she learned he died, that steering wheel was delivered by the Decepticons..They thoughtt Amber knew where Sam Witwicky was. She had no clue whatsover on this boy who screamed frankly a lot. It was just a typical day at first. Settling into her new life with somebody else to make sure nothing got extremely serious. And to make sure there wasn't a living piece of scrap Memorem-13 hanging around.

 "Amber!"  Lean, The Russian friend, shouted. "You got mail! A BIG ONE! It has the Autobot symbol on it."

 Amber hadn't finished blow drying.

"MIiiiiine!" Amber screeches, holding her blow-dryer.

 Lean puts the box on the table.

"Gee."  Lean said, as Amber tore into it.

Amber flips over the box.

C-c-lcang.

A steering wheel fell down. It landed on her kitchen counter. The gleaming, scratched up Autobot symbol seemed damaged. It didn't seem so shiny and awe-inspiring. There was some cables that were still poking out from the end. Everything that had been built up in anticipation for something cool from Jazz went down the drain. He wouldn't take his own steering wheel out.

 "NO."  Amber shrieks, backing away from the wheel. Her eyes became hot. The feeling of her stomach turning took over her. "No..No..No..Jazz!"

 "I don't get why you cry over the steering wheel when we go to a funeral." Sherly admits. "Seriously. It makes me feel humilated in front of my friends."

 Amber daps at her eyes.

 "Sherly, This is who you are living with. My best amico was a Autobot," She looks at him with red eyes. "Wait  untill you befriend one. It breaks your heart one piece at a time when they are gone. Completey gone. And now I just wish those 'Cons would finish it off by killing me."