"Okay, let's start what we're going to learn today. As you all know, we are going to learn an important life saving skill called spark charging," he typed something into a small laptop-like object and the words spark charging appeared in cybertronian on the large, white board on the wall behind him. "I suggest that you take notes on this, because I do know that this will be on the final test."

As everyone in the class took out something to take notes on, he continued to type into the laptop. "Spark charging is the act of saving one's life by giving them energy from yourself to them for a short period of time until they can produce the energy for themselves," his words appeared on the board behind him.

When I was finished writing, I looked up from my notes and looked at him for several seconds. That's when I reallized something, he wasn't as cheerful today as he usually was, why?"

"To preform this, you must connect your energy with the victims, otherwise you would not be doing it right," I continued taking notes again. "The most common way to do this is mouth to mouth," my energy raised slightly as I became intrigued by this. 'this sort of reminds me of human CPR, hmm interesting.'

He continued to explain spark charging to us as we took notes on the interesting subject. In between taking notes, I continued to study him. Something just wasn't right about Jetfire today, but what could it be? I felt that I knew what it was but I couldn't put my finger on it as the humans, or I formerly, would say. "Okay, I've been advised that the best way to learn this is by a demonstration," he explained to us, "That does mean that I will be preforming on one of you."

You could literaly feel everyone's shock in the room at his statement. Looking around slightly, their expressions were pretty humorous. Looking back to Jetfire, I knew he was grinning under his face plate, only detectible by the certain shade of gold that was now glowing in his optics.

"Alright, to be fair to everyone here, instead of just choosing a volunteer by hand, we're going to choose numbers," he walked over to the computer and ran a program.

Our names were displayed on the board in neat columns, just above our notes. Jetfire's name was also there, displayed at the top. While everyone became more confused than they already were, it began to make perfect sense to me what he was planning. "You can stop taking notes now if you like."

"Choose numbers, Sir?" questioned a young silver and violet femme named Blacklight.

"Yes, I have already choosen a number between one and one million," he explained and walked back to the center of the room. "Now your job is to choose a number between one and one million as well. Whoever has the number closest to the number I have chosen will be the volunteer."

"Why do you think he chose such high of numbers?" Windslash whispered to me. "I mean, there's only fifty-three of us, one thousand seems sufficient, don't you think?"

"Raise your hand If you'd like to volunteer," Jetfire spoke up then. Everyone in the room, including myself, shot their hands up at the same time. "Thought so, this makes my job easy then," he walked back over to the computer and sat down. "Alright, when I call your name, please tell me the number you chose."

Jet called on a femme named Aceplay first.

Kazekaji answered Windslash's question. "Yes, I think so. Maybe there's a certain number he likes over all of the rest."

I piped up. "Yes, that would make the most sense, but what number could it be?" I thought about this for a moment. "I doubt that he'd choose one million or one because he could just have one thousand for that instead and one million is somewhat boring. I think it has to be at least six digits," I theorized.

"Your theory does make sense, Gold Streak," Kazekaji commented.

"I think you should be the one to go up there and get kissed," Straighshot said to me, making me slightly unconfortable.

"I think so too," Windslash agreed.

"I must agree as well," all of us turned to look at Kazekaji, expecting an explaination. She always had a logical answer or reason to most questions and statements. "You have probably known Jetfire for longer than any of us in this room, besides Jet himself. Most everyone likes him because he is cute, but you also like him for who he is inside, is this right, Gold Streak?"

"Yes, that's correct, Ma'am," even though we were good friends, when Kazekaji gave out logical answers and asked us to reply, we always addressed her as Ma'am.

"For this reason, I think it is you who should go up there. Choose your number wisely, he's almost ready to call on you."

"Yes, and thank you, Ma'am."

"Please, enough with the 'Ma'am' stuff."

"Okay."

'Mmm, six digit number,' I thought. Crossing both my arms and my legs, I thought about what Jetfire would use for a six digit number. My thoughts drifted back to when I was human, the memories of when I was with the Autobots, the memory of my death as a human, what today was on earth...

"Gold Streak," Jetfire called to me. Kazekaji, Windslash, Straightshot, and everyone else looked at me, waiting for my answer.

"Zero, seven, two, seven, nine, four," was my answer. Jetfire typed this number by number. I could tell he was shocked, just by looking at his optics. I knew I hit the number right on the nose, to phrase a human. Jet continued on to the next femme.

"An odd set of numbers you choose, Gold Streak," commented Straightshot.

"Yes, an odd set," added Kazekaji. "Don't you want to go up there?"

I thought for a minute, thinking if I really want to do this. "Yes I do and I will."

"You want to?" asked Windslash. "I hope you do, because I don't really want to go up."

"Then why did you raise your hand to volunteer?" Kazekaji asked her.

"Because even if I did happen to get picked, it would be cool to say that Jetfire actually kissed me," she answered with a smile.

"She's got a point," Straightshot commented. "It's not everyday that you can say that the Autobot's second-in-command kissed you."

"I agree, but if that happened and I were you, I wouldn't go around telling everyone that you see," I suggested. "But that's just me."

"Nahh, I wouldn't do that, I'd be to shy to anyways," Windslash told me.

Kazekaji told Jetfire her number, and after awhile so did Straightshot, and eventually Windslash did too. The four of us chatted about the mechs we liked, about poltics, about the Autobot and Decepticon war, about how silly Antlerhead (Megatron) looked and bad names to call him. We were considering renaming him Meganoodle when Jetfire was done getting the classes numbers.

"Listen up ladies," everyone quickly ended their conversations and looked at him. "In a minute we will know who was choosen to help me demonstrate spark charging. As you can see, your names as well as the numbers you choose are displayed on the board. When I run the program, ten names will be highlighted in different colors, depending on how close you were. The femme with the closest number will volunteer," walking over to the computer, he ran the program.

Immediately, the number Jetfire choose appeared and the numbers from 10 to 1 were highlighted as well as the ten closest numbers and their names of the femmes who choose them. It was no surprise to me when my name was lit up in red as the closest number, infact being the exact same as Jet's, right down to the zero before the seven.

"Well, Gold Streak," Jetfire said with a voice that would have made me blush if I were still human. "I guess you're the lucky femme, come on down."

I think a femme in the back row went offline just then.