Allspark(updated/fixed)

Time Skip: Several cycles have passed.

Influx remained in stasis, her spark slowly stabilizing, her connection to the Well strengthening. During that time, the Autobots reinforced the base, kept hidden from prying eyes, and quietly began preparing for what came next.

News of Jazz's lingering spark had not faded—it had grown. Ratchet and Wheeljack worked day and night to blueprint a new frame, knowing that the moment Influx awoke, their chance to bring him back would begin.

Now, the time was near.

Third POV:

Wheeljack entered the medbay with a datapad, his optics flicking between the schematics Ratchet had pulled up and the biometric feeds still gently pulsing on the screen.

"So it's true," he muttered, stepping closer. "Jazz is coming back."

Ratchet nodded, voice low but steady. "His spark's stable enough to re-anchor. We just need to give him a proper frame."

Wheeljack smirked, flicking a few designs onto the screen. "I already started working on it. I saved his original specs... figured we'd need them one day."

Ironhide snorted. "You're more sentimental than you look."

Wheeljack chuckled. "I call it 'practical paranoia.'"

Prime remained quiet through the exchange, standing beside the pod that housed Influx. He could feel the shift in energy. Something old. Sacred.

They weren't just preparing to revive a comrade.

They were reshaping fate.

Influx POV:

The stars fall away.

Their warmth fades into something heavier, real—like gravity returning to a drifting spark. I feel the first cold pull of wakefulness, the weight of a world pressing around my frame.

My optics flicker behind closed lids.

It's time.

Energy gathers slowly around my core. The voices fade to whispers. Jazz lingers just at the edge of my spark, still waiting—faithful.

My first breath of air burns with static and sound.

I online.

Medbay - Third POV:

A pulse of light bursts from the pod, quiet but sharp. The lights flicker. Monitors beep in alarm—then settle.

Ratchet jumps up, optics locked on the readings.

"She's waking."

Prime moves forward, hand gently cradling the side of the stasis chamber.

Influx's optics flicker open, soft light glowing within.

He doesn't speak at first. None of them do.

She blinks slowly, sitting up on the berth as cables withdraw from her frame like petals in retreat.

Her voice crackles through the air like something remembered.

"Jazz... is near."

The medbay goes still.

And then she looks up at Prime.

"I'm ready."