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"Black ,black, black and blue beat me till I'm numb. Tell the devil I said hey when you get back to where your from. Mad woman, bad woman, that's just what you are. You'll smile in my face then rip the breaks out of my car." Grenade, Bruno Mars
Wildcard-Chapter I
When Jazz opened his eyes the first thing he thought was that everything was just a big joke. Afterlife, yeah right. If the afterlife looked this messed up then he was in trouble. He glanced around, optics taking in the scenery until they fixed on the most disturbing part. There was a Decepticon sigil on the center of the high metal wall right in front of him. Jazz tried to stand and a voice from the ground stammered out, "You can't stand up yet. The job won't settled until tonight and you'll ruin your legs." Jazz turned to see a human standing warily to one side with a wave of mahogany hair half flinching under his gaze. "Please," she added softly with her eyes downcast and Jazz reluctantly nodded. That was when he heard banging from outside and the girl flinched. With one last motion for him to stay put she darted toward the massive door.
She didn't move fast enough and Shockwave flung the door open. That was when Jazz decided this wasn't the afterlife, he was really living which sucked at this point. "Don't," the girl cried but with a deft movement he flicked her aside, guns warming and aiming at Jazz. Then he went flying and Megatron stalked in right behind.
"You fool," the Decepticon leader sneered. "This is all part of the plan. Besides if you damage her your life is forfeit."
"Sorry Master," the other 'Con said reluctantly, putting away his weapons with obvious reluctance.
"He's finished," the girl said nervously, pulling herself into a sitting position. "Well almost. His legs have to set overnight for him to be able to walk though."
"Good," the giant 'Con rumbled. "Everything is working according to plan then. We'll be back in the morning." Then he turned and stalked out of the warehouse giving Jazz a clear look at the ruined back of his head. Shockwave followed, slamming the door behind him and leaving Jazz with one very nervous human slumped against a wall.
Jazz watched the girl stand up slowly, wincing, and make her way slowly across the dark warehouse to a panel thick with wires. She flipped a switch and several old lightbulbs illuminated the room, throwing shadows across the wall. She hesitated and then turned and walked warily towards him. "I have to check the sealent on the wires in your legs to make sure none of them sprung a leak," she explained. "You can't lash out or you may never walk."
Something clicked in Jazz's mind then but he now wasn't the time to respond to it. "I won't hit ya," he said and she nodded warily. It took her a few minutes to be satisfied but she finally decided that none of the wires or tubes in his legs were leaking or shedding sparks. Then she went over to a rickety worktable and began to sketching. While she became absorbed in her work Jazz finally allowed the thought to come to the front of his mind. Why was she here? Any of the humans the 'Cons used were always killed or had minimal contact with the 'Cons themselves so what was a young girl doing here? He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice she was gone until the lights flipped off and there was the click of a shutting door. Jazz sat there in the darkness wondering what exactly the world was coming to. Finally he gave up on the puzzling thoughts and went into recharge never hearing the muffled sobs of his companion as she lamented a broken heart that was still too raw to heal.