"During the great War...we had some enemies who had power that most shouldn't have. One of those were Memoren-13. Memoren is a named played of the word 'memory'.  Memoren-13 is a femme Decepticon. She used her power to help Megatron find the Allspark among other projects going on. We could not let her know of the Allspark's journey. So we had a volunteer similar to Bumblebee go out with a fake allspark and everyone was told the lie it was Bumblebee. Me (Optimus Prime), Ratchet, and Bumblebee were the ones who knew the whole story. Sentinel Prime, on the other hand, he just knew we were tricking them."

   "That lie costed many, and many sparks. Besides many Decepticons, Memoren-13 is the one you should never encounter."

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    Amber stood at the airport front doors. It had been just a week since they came to terms with Jazz. Now that things have become better for all four of them, it made her feel confident.Even  after the small argument Jazz had suddenly taken a 180 degree interest in vampires and lycans. He went as far to watching the sequel.  But thinking back...

"Fine." David said,sitting at the table. He is holding a coffee mug. "You can keep Jazz on one condition--"

  Amber grabbed him into a hug.

"Ti amo!"   Amber spoke in her first language, hugging him.

  David knew far too well it meant 'I love you!' in Italian. There are occasions where Amber did speak Italian. But it wasn't all that often.  Amber could  feel the excitement raising inside and just another reason why to love her husband. The husband who usually, and always added one condition to big matters.

"Honey, have you been out in the gym?"

  "Yes. why?"

 "You are squeezing me."

  "Oops!"

 Amber ended the hug and  color returned to David's face.

 "I didn't figure your usual hugs would get tighter,"  David remarked, drinking his coffee.

 Amber laughed, siting down beside him.

 "Pregnant woman have lots of surprises." Amber took a muffin from the plate on the counter. "Now spill your condition."

  "When we leave on your 6th month...after the shard has been removed..." He rolled an eye. "We go off the grid. If there is still a 'we' at that point.You will be  going complete Witness Protection without the actual agency." David puts his hands on Amber's shoulder. "You cannot tell Jazz anything after the removal. Is that clear?"

"Crystal clear." Amber nodded,taking a bite into her muffin.

  Amber shook her head, shaking off the memory.

 "Amber, remember we are spending four days in California." David reminds his wife. "Not for an whole entire month."

The Itlalian woman has a smile on her face.

  "I am not afraid to say that it may change, knowing you." Amber pokes at David's nose. She then goes through the doors pulling her luggage right behind using her left hand. On her left hand there's a strange birthmark. But that's not the subject that matters; it is the person who matters.

  David has a chuckle to himself.

 "Fiesty woman." David follows after the Italian woman as other people went inside.

 From outside the airport, Jazz is in his vehicle mode self driving into the air-plane.

 "James, don't go too fast!" One of the vehicle movers, Conner Dell, shouts off to Jazz.

 Do they realize he is out getting a hot dog on his own lunch break? Jazz drove into the air plane with his hologram on. His hologram sizzles but not visible for the human eye. Amber had filled his tank up before going to the airport with David. Jazz had a nice conversation with Ironhide about the crazy things Amber had gotten him into; driving into a play chasing after a poodle, finding a lost fish bowl, and getting groceries.

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They forget Jazz and go to the hotel.

It was nightfall when Jazz finally found them, with Amber smoking outside.

"You ditched me at the airport!" Jazz's loud voice comes from the big,door shaped tree's.  He comes from behind the large tree's keeping them apart using his two huge, robot hands. This is Amber being forgetful. It's dark at this time. Even through it is pretty dark there is enough light to show Jazz is genuinely mad.

Jazz narrow's his optics at her, under his visor.

 "You have a GPS." Amber waves her cigarette as the smoke is drifting away.  "Not like you got some business back at the city..." 

  Jazz folds his arm on top of another.

  "I am supposed to know where the person I am supposed to be watching is 'vacationing' at." Jazz argues back. "It's one of your ground rules!"

   He points one of his digits at her.

  "Don't be pointing at me." She puts down her cigarette. Amber's left hand's palm partially glows  outlining the shape of an Autobot symbol. to an Autobot signature. Jazz's memory takes a snap-shot of this without a light being made. "It's rude."

    There's a sudden pause.

 "And dis-respectful." She adds. "One of my ground rules is stupid.Don't you ever listen to yourself?"

   Jazz lowers himself below the trees.

  "Amber, stop smoking." He told her, earning a frown from the woman.

 The Italian woman glares at Jazz's face, blowing the smoke at him.

  "I only smoke on vacation days." Amber made the excuse,

    Jazz takes the cigarette and squashes it.

   "Hey!"  Amber is taken off-guard. Her hands become fists. "What was that for?"

 "I'm not going to let you hurt that baby, " He said, interrupting her before she could say anything else. He puts down his gigantic servo on the floor as a car passes by. "you can smoke all you want. Just not right now."

   The red flickers from the cigarette bud died in the grass.

  "So much for being my 'Protector', " She uses her two fingers as parentheses. "you are acting like my dad, go get a car-wash."

   Jazz actually smells pretty bad from his hard-work search.

   "More Than A Memory..Amber"

"What?" Amber raises an eyebrow. Her hazel eyes are searching for an answer from him. But they display a sign of confusion. She puts both hands on her hips. "Please be clear,amico."

  "I have my suggestion of the day." Jazz stands up, he takes a step back from her. "And we better change it to once a week kind of thing. I cannot find good songs through the radios that fib. I haven't learned Italian, what does Amico mean?"

    "No, it means friend." Amber turns away then heads back into the hotel.

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::Jazz, how's the pregnant woman?:: Ironhide called Jazz, as Jazz is driving in a lonely lane in his vehicle mode. Cars are not out in this road.  The quickiest lane is crowded in late-night traffic for Jazz. Behind Jazz we can see a smooth, sleek vehicle speeding up behind him. The lights are set on Jazz's backside.

::She's fine...:

 ::She ditched you already?:;

 ::They 'forgot' me::

  ::And you are just driving to a car wash::

  ::...Are you following me?::

 A silver  and white Twin Turbo Lamboghini Gallardo is tagging behind Jazz.

   ::No, Jazz:: Ironhide tells him, while the sound of woman laughter is easy to hear.

  ::Better let the driver go past me.:: Jazz slows down, turning on his human hologram mode.::Hide. I have to hang up,hologram isn't made to replicate a phone::

     Ironhide laughs on his end.

  ::We just got the conversation started, I'm parked outside a strippers club for Lennox.:: Ironhide complains to Jazz. ::And he wants me to watch out for any suspicious humans coming towards my way! Do you know how not easy that is? Pffff ALL humans are suspicious!::

   Jazz laughs at his poor friends circumstance.

  "Catch up with you later." He ends the conversation, then blinks his back lights on. "Pass me!"

   The lights were shining.

  "You are not going to road rage, you are not going to road rage." Jazz repeated to himself, many times. 

The next thing Jazz knew was being in the ditch.

   "Huh?" He tries driving out, but the dirt got into his wheels. Jazz heard the familiar sound. there was a Decepticon around (Their transformation sounds are really different)  Jazz.  He then transforms into his robot mode seeing there is not a human vehicle in sight.

     Except, for the rather unusual vehicle.

That vehicle transforms into  a femme about Arcee's height.   

   "A Autobot without back up..."

  The voice of a female Decepticon said, pinning down Jazz. She uses her octopus like tentacles(attached to her back) on his helmet. "You must have a good reason to be here without your other friends."

    This voice belonged to the Memory insight Decepticon, Memoren-13.

     I can't let her find out about Amber! Jazz simply refused to endanger a human.

    "You will make it harder for yourself, Music lover." Memoren-13's tentacles glow a faint light blue in the dark. Her tentacles are dark gray and metal, similar to a certain villain from Spiderman 3 or 2.  Her questionable knowledge in Jazz's music makes him scared. He couldn't do anything to stop her despite kicking his legs.

     Her red optics brighten their theme.

   "Oooh." Memoren-13 plays with her long,spider and sharp digits. "All this information...burning."

    She pauses.

   "Cybernetic...organism...?" She shook her helmet, as Jazz struggles. Her smile curles up like the mad ginger cat from Alice in Wonderland. It's so insane and long it couldn't have been a smile by a sane Decepticon. A Decepticon can go insane by this power. She purrs like a cat. "Oooh I love sex scenes."

  "S...Stop!" Jazz kicks his leg  into her thigh but Memoren-13's smaller set of arms pushes them right out.

 Memoren-13 breaths out  cloud of blue particles.

   "So...tasty." Memoren's snake-like tongue licks her mouth.

  She creeps him out.

  "No." Jazz is trying to resist all his memories be seen.

  However, Memoren-13 is far more skilled at this point.

   "Broken promises, oh my favorite memory." Memoren-13 makes a an odd, cybertronian-cat sound. She grazes his chest with sharp,killer-machine claws. "I know who she is, And you won't stop us getting the shard to resurrect Megatron." Her Tentacles remove from Jazz's helmet.She then punches him at the face knocking him down.

     Jazz fell back on the floor.

  "I may be single-handedly be able to get humans, but I cannot stand them alive." Memoren 13 turns away from the Autobot, while licking her  lips. "I would take you as my dinner. But it'll be too much for one night."

    Then she left the unconscious robot, putting two large tree's over him to keep the humans from knowing they are not alone. A wise Decepticon knows when the right opportunity has to reveal itself.This is not one of those opporuntiy. Memoren-13 had to get some con who can tolerate a human long enough to capture it and let The Decepticon Doctor do his job on the specimen alive.

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    6:34 AM.

  Jazz woke up. He gets out from the tree mess and heads towards the  side of  the mountain.  Oh look what you have done, Jazz. The Autobot groans,feeling dizzy from that punch Memoren-13 had given him earlier last night. He rubs his sore neck. You have officially made your duty to protect an organic a failure.

  The Autobot stops, leaning to the side of the mountain side.

::Jazz to Prime...:: Jazz decided to make the call.

::Has the female been annoying you?:: Optimus asks on his end.

  Jazz laughs, sliding down his servo from the rocky surface.

 ::No...It's Memoren-13.:: He puts his back against the wall, then puts his helm on a somewhat slopey part of the rocky surface. ::She's back.::

   There's a pause on the other end.

 :: Jazz,did she?..:: Prime said in a low voice. 

  ::She knows about Amber: Jazz looks down towards the floor.

 ::Jazz, we have begun hunting down the Decepticons:: Optimus said on the other end ::I will send  Ironhide::

  Jazz hides behind a tree as a  car passes by.

 :For back up?:: Jazz asks, sounding slightly unsure. ::But...She's just way too--::

 ::Jazz,you cannot be afraid of Memoren-13 for far too long.:: Optimus reminds him. ::Now...where are you?::

  Jazz told Optimus where he and the humans are.

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   ...Hotel room 23...

    ....7:34 AM.....

  Amber falls off from bed. "Geeze." Amber grumbles, using the bed to help herself up.

  "...Amber what the hell have you been doing with cigarettes?" David held a cigarette pack that is open. He is furious. And really mad at her. "You quit smoking last year so we can start a family!"

   The Italian woman takes a drink of water.

  "You are just like Jazz." Amber said,putting her hair up in a pony tail

 V-v-avroom.

 "And he's here." Amber rolls an eye,she sends her husband a 'gimme or death will befall you' eye glare.

  David puts on his pants and a black shirt.

  "No."  David said, shaking his right hand.  "I will not let my wife smoke. I have some new ground rules for Jazz to add!"

  He goes out the door.

 "DAVID!" Amber shouts off to him. "That's my stress relief, you  insane man!"

David runs down the hotel stairs then went out to the parking lot, he walks towards Jazz.

  "Greetings, David!" Jazz greets the man, actually glad to see him.

   "Enough of the bull crap." David gets in. "Tell me what happened last night."

   Jazz then tells him.

  "When I became an Autobot...I took an oath to protect and defend organisms." Jazz explains to the man. He feels guilty for this mistake as a Autobot. He blames himself for the danger that will loom over Amber when they return home. The danger is bigger than it should have been."

         "I..." Jazz  found it hard to say what an Autobot does not want to say the most. "... I've failed."

    David looks at the radio.

  "How can you have failed?" He asks, attempting to figure what Jazz is saying.

   He expected Jazz to rattle his wife out.

"They know where you live,  David."  Jazz broke to him. His engine makes a rattling, uneasy noise. All four doors part of his vehicle mode locked.  He can hear shame from him. It's voice of a bitterly disappointed and ashamed individual. He didn't need to see Jazz's face to be confirmed.   "And now it's getting bigger. They got an easy target."

   David gets upset.

 "Promise me you won't let them get her. You are an Autobot." He tells Jazz. "Don't you tell me you failed. Tell me something different. Because I have been in a war, before. Do not tell me you've failed. When America failed on something, it was ashamed, and we don't take shame quite well."

  David relaxes himself.

  "When we were having the racism issue with African Americans and choas was everywhere," David looks up towards the rear view mirror. "We were the biggest hypocrites that existed. There's a movie I've heard that may come out; The Black Butler." David puts his right on his face. "It makes me feel embarrassed to be white and call myself a damn American. We, the Americans, are deeply ashamed of our silly differences."

  "Racisim?" Jazz repeats, confused.

David smiles.

  "At least there's a good side to being an alien." David jokes,leaning back in his seat.

   "I should have taken the interstate where traffic was bad." Jazz said...

  "You know what...take Amber some where safe." David  suggests. "I go home. They can kill me all they want, But I won't know where exactly you are. I love my wife and my oncoming rascal."

 Jazz is shocked.

  "You-you- said--"

"I say lots of things, Jazz." David reminds him. "So did...hmm...How do I  put this lightly?" David taps his chin. "So did Nixon."