So... Yes! I started another fic... I just liked the idea... Don't worry I will be writing other ones as well. Please let me know, if you liked this one...

(Transformers) Stupid or right?

Chapter 1.

Jazz sitted next to the rails of his cell with back leaned to the wall, as someone's steps were heard in the corridor.

"Yes, my Lord... Not yet... Of course, as soon as I get the results... I understand..." the one was Shockwave talking to Megatron through the communication link, while two Drones were walking by his side. Jazz tiredly leaned his healm to the wall. Not much time had passed since their captivity... Him, RedaAlert, JetFire, Blurr, WheelJack, Cliffjumper and Bumblebee were all now in Shockwave's secret lab, each of them locked in a cell situated by long corridor's both sides.

"As you command, Lord Megatron." Shockwave finished his conversation and stopped hearing Jazz's offending comment. The Decepticon scientist gazed through the rails, while Jazz just ignoringly was looking at the front wall.

"What was that?" Shockwave asked with his usual cold voice. This time the silver armored Autobot turned to face him.

"Should I spell it for you?" he crossly asked.

Shockwave angrily narrowed his only optic and commanded the Drones to open railed door of the cell. They grabbed sitting 'Bot by servos, him not being able to use his damaged peds, and dragged Jazz out in the corridor, as other Autobots stood up and came closer to the rails. Shockwave knew they were all watching. This would be a lesson for all of them.

"Repeat." 'Con ordered again looking at the 'Bot, who was now standing on his knees, Drones grabbing his arms.

"You sure you wonna hear it again?" the Autobot asked with no fear in his voice and a smirk appeared on his face.

Decepticon eyed him for several clicks and the sound of his blaster being activated filled the corridor.

"Shockwave..." Suddenly a new voice was heard. A female voice... Autobots all looked at the right end of the corridor, where were two doors and between them a long metallic table with different tools and mixtures. Jazz raised his healm to see Shockwave turn his attention at the newcommer; a young metallic armored femme with white faceplate stopped at his left, her right servo hugging her left one.

"I am listenning." the 'Con stated.

"Don't do this... He- he is a prisinor. You can't be expecting a respect from his side."

"Respect is not required. The obeyance is."

"But... He will not be obeying you, if you online him."

"Logical. Still, it will be a lesson for others."

"But!"

"Do you have something else that can prove your point?" 'Con added. Shockwave didn't know if his assistant will have other ideas but it was illogical not to listen. She could have thought of something useful, that he had not considered. Science was more important then the stubbornness and he was clever enought to understand that no one wasn't perfect, even his genius.

"You- you need them online, right?"

"He is damaged. No use for us."

"But! I mean... You will get a chance to compare the damaged and not damaged ones..." the femme finished with vacillating and waited for Shockwave's response. For several clicks the corridor fell silent, Autobots holding their breaths.

"Logical." came the unswer and the blaster was deactivated.

All this time Jazz with surprise was watching the femme. Where did she come from?! And... Did she just saved his life?!

The femme breaved out with relief, while Shockwave turned and started walking away to one of the doors and not turning his attention at her continued,"One day your softness will turn against you. You must learn to forget the feelings and use your logic and your processor." with that the door slidded open and the 'Con left.

All attention turned to the femme.

She was standing still, her look directed at the ground, servos hugging her chassis. She sadly signed and turned to walk away, but this was when she was attacked from behind, knocked her down and she felt her neck being in grabbed, someone pressing her to the floor.

It would be meaningless to say that Jazz was a skilled warrior...

The Drones activated their blasters and directed them at the 'Bot, meanwhile Autobot closed femme's mouth with his other servo not letting her to make any sound.

"Now, order them to stay back. I do not need weapons to finish you." the silver warrior commanded with his servo pressing the her neck, as she was trying to hold his servo away to ease the pressure. Jazz put his servo away.

"D-drones, s-stay back." she managed to say and then heard several voices.

"Nice one, Jazz!" someone cheared but another voice angrily shouted, "Have you lost your mind?!" and other one added,"We're offlined..."

The silver armored Autobot looked at the femme and saw the fear written on her face, and then a gantle vispered escaped her vocalizes,"P-please... Don't..."

"Why wouldn't I?!" Jazz narrowed his optics trying not to show any feelings. But this didn't mean that he wanted to offline her. The Autobot made a stupide mistake by attacking... Could he force himself to damage a... femme? A femme, who had just saved him from offlining! He acted by an instinct, not using his processor... But now there was no way back.

"Sh-shockwave is in the control room... H-he w-won't let you free the others."

"Then I will use you to make him open the cells."

"Y-you know, that won't work. H-he knows, by-by releasing them there will be m-more damage th-than one offlined femme."

As much as he didn't want to but Jazz had to admit that the femme was right.

"Then I will offline you and there will be one 'Con less."

"Y-your sacrifice isn't worth it. They... they will offline you as well. Offlining of a skilled worriors, whose damaged peds can be repaired, is a bigger loss then a death of a blind femme."

Same as his comrades', Autobot's optics widened," B-Blind?!"

He looked in her optics and now he saw it: femme's irises were brightless, like the optics were not onlined and only a very pale white light was noticed on the edge of her optics, a very pale light. He looked at her young female face for several clicks, as her look was directed nowhere...

She couldn't even see him...

Then her purple Decepticon signature on her servo panel came into the view. He looked at her and then at the symbol again...

"How's that you're blind?!"

"D-don't you see it yourself?" she quietly answered making the bot regret his actions even more.

"Argh!" Jazz let out the roar and released her only to be dragged away from her by Drones in the next click. They activated their blasters but, "Blasters off!" was heard. They looked at the femme, who slowly stood up.

"Just. Just put him back to the cell."

"Shouldn't we-"

"No! Just do what you're told." the femme ordered slowly stepping closer to the rails of RedAlert's cell, her digits touching them. Then the femme turned and then, taking servo from the rails after making several steps and finding the correct direction, she continued her way to the door. When she went out, the Drones have already locked Jazz and disappeared behind the third door in the left end of the corridor, which was now empty again.

"What you think you were doing?!" RedAlert angrily shouted as he squised his digits into the fists looking at his comrade sitting in the front cell.

"I just tried to use the chance." Jazz explained, as he dragged himself to the wall and was sitting at the same spot as before.

"What kind of a chance!? You would have been offlined if... If it was any other 'Con." after this words were said the corridor went uncomfortably silent again.

"Who was she?" finally the voice was heard. This was WheelJack leaning to the rails.

"Yes, I've never seen a female 'Con, let alone a blind one..." Bumblebee admitted leaning his shoulderplate to the wall his servos crossed.

"I don't know but she saved my life."

"And how did you thank her, ah, yes, you attacked her!" Cliffjumper reminded shouting from the farest cell not seen to Jazz.

"May we forget about that! It's not like a was really going to hurt her!"

"But you did sound convincing."

"Cliffjumper!"

"Okay, okay, I got it!"

"So this one didn't work, does anybody have other ideas how we can make out of here?" JetFire asked.

This rails are made from a special alloy, there is no chance to break them without our weapons." RedAlert expained.

"This means we're stuck here. Just great!" Blurr punched the rails and turned his back disappearing inside of his cell.

"Things just couldn't be better..." JetFire signed as others went silent again...

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