Jazz's adventure
Part 1
Ok, I don't own any of the characters in this fic except from Elexara Mataui. I wrote this fic just out of the though of the possibility of something like this happening. If anyone should hate the idea of me messing about with Jazz I suggest you get out of here as soon as possible!
The desert, all rocks, dirt and dust, nothing else. Nothing? Not quite.
A white Porsche Turbo was doing 120 on the rough surface. It was Jazz, and he was blowing off some steam.
They had practically kicked him out after he had played loud music for several hours. After that he had been trying to engage most of the others in various forms of discussions, turning most of the peaceful discussions into no less than fistfights.
Finally Prime had had it with him. He had literary ordered Jazz to get out of there and not come back until he had relieved himself of all that energy.
He had been cruising around all afternoon when he decided to drop in on the lab. Once he got there he transformed into robot mode and walked right in, since the security men paid to heave to him. After all, he was there on regular basis.
He peaked into the laboratory. "Am I disturbing?"
"Not at all," replied the woman who was standing by a table, staring into a microscope. "What can I do for you, Jazz?" All the time she was staring into the microscope.
"I thought I'd drop by since I don't have much to do. Prime kicked me out."
The woman finally looked up from the microscope and stared at him with a shocked expression. "Optimus DID that?"
"Well, it's not permanently. I think. I guess he just got sick of me messing about. I annoyed too many too long. I was sent away to blow off some steam."
"I see," said the scientist. "And. have you blown off any steam yet?"
"Yeah." He sighed. "Now I'm just bored." What Jazz didn't know was that within the next ten minutes his life would change so dramatically that for the next few days he wouldn't experience one hour of boredom.
"Look, I'm a little busy right now, or we could have found something to do, but now I really have to get back to work." She returned her attention to what ever was under that microscope. "I have gotten some samples from the new planet."
"Yeah? Anything interesting?" He was playing with a Petrie dish when it happened. He paid no attention to the person entering the room, something he should have done.
"Watch it, the floor's just been waxed." The microscope still had Elexara's full attention.
It took only a split second before the accident happened.
Doctor Sorenson had entered with a trolley full of chemicals and samples taken from the planet surface. Unfortunately his choice of footwear had been poor that day so he slipped on the floor and lost control of the trolley, which fell over and sent almost every chemical sample straight onto Jazz's to section.
Elexara heard the ruckus and looked up. When she saw Jazz she tried desperately to stifle a smile. "Are you ok?"
Jazz was covered in substances of various colors. He looked almost like he had gone berserk in a paint store. "Er. do you have some paper?"
She tore off some paper from the paper-holder on the wall and handed it to him.
Doctor Sorenson looked like he wanted to say something to Elexara, but she ignored all his attempts to communicate as she helped Jazz wipe off all the goo he was covered in.
When Jazz had managed to get it all off he looked at Elexara with a smile. "I guess I just have to drop by a car wash just in case."
"I'm so terribly sorry," stuttered Sorenson.
"No harm done," replied Jazz. "But I think I have to find a car-wash before this stuff stains, I have a reputation to uphold, you know. I have long thought about getting a wax job. I see you two later, ok?" He walked out of there, as cheerful as when he had entered.
Once Jazz had left the room Sorenson hurried over to Elexara. "We have no idea how that will affect him," he whispered. "One of the liquids we found around the device that created the new planet has been very. concentrated."
"It didn't look like he was affected in any way."
"It doesn't have to happen right away."
"Ok," she said after a little while and stared into empty space. "If he shows any signs of change, any signs at all, I'll bring him in for a check up."
"Best idea I've heard all day." He sighed. "Look, I didn't want to frighten you, it's probably nothing, but to be on the safe side. you know."
She nodded.
He elevated his eyebrows. "I'll find someone to clean up this mess." He left the room to find the cleaning personnel.
Elexara returned to the microscope with her heart in her throat. She didn't want to work in situations like this, but she knew that all she could do now was wait. What if something were to happen to Jazz? She would never forgive herself if she were to blame for something like that.
***
Jazz came out of the washing hall crystal clean. He decided to go back to the lab to find out about the device that Amshean scientist had made
When he arrived at the lab again he once more transformed to robot mode. But he noticed that something was wrong because his body was making funny noises as he transformed. He guessed he should have Rachet checking him over once he got back.
"Hi," said Elexara and looked up from the microscope.
There had to be something pretty darn interesting under there, thought Jazz.
"So, how did it go?"
"Clean as a whistle, as you see."
Elexara started scratching the back of her neck, something she did every time she was nervous. "Have you experienced anything. special?"
"Nothing Rachet can't fix."
"What do you mean? What's happened?"
"Strange noises as I transformed." He shook his head. "That sort of thing happens all the time."
The scientist wasn't convinced. "May I take a look?"
"Don't misunderstand, but you are a biological being and I think we should leave that to Rachet."
"Look here, pal, I've fixed transformers before you even existed."
"Ok, ok."
***
After a thorough examination Elexara found nothing wrong with Jazz.
"Oh, well, as I said those things happen. I think I should get back now."
Elexara backed away as Jazz got ready to transform, but when nothing happened she frowned. "What's the matter?"
"I can't transform."
"That's it, pal, you're staying overnight."
Ok, I don't own any of the characters in this fic except from Elexara Mataui. I wrote this fic just out of the though of the possibility of something like this happening. If anyone should hate the idea of me messing about with Jazz I suggest you get out of here as soon as possible!
The desert, all rocks, dirt and dust, nothing else. Nothing? Not quite.
A white Porsche Turbo was doing 120 on the rough surface. It was Jazz, and he was blowing off some steam.
They had practically kicked him out after he had played loud music for several hours. After that he had been trying to engage most of the others in various forms of discussions, turning most of the peaceful discussions into no less than fistfights.
Finally Prime had had it with him. He had literary ordered Jazz to get out of there and not come back until he had relieved himself of all that energy.
He had been cruising around all afternoon when he decided to drop in on the lab. Once he got there he transformed into robot mode and walked right in, since the security men paid to heave to him. After all, he was there on regular basis.
He peaked into the laboratory. "Am I disturbing?"
"Not at all," replied the woman who was standing by a table, staring into a microscope. "What can I do for you, Jazz?" All the time she was staring into the microscope.
"I thought I'd drop by since I don't have much to do. Prime kicked me out."
The woman finally looked up from the microscope and stared at him with a shocked expression. "Optimus DID that?"
"Well, it's not permanently. I think. I guess he just got sick of me messing about. I annoyed too many too long. I was sent away to blow off some steam."
"I see," said the scientist. "And. have you blown off any steam yet?"
"Yeah." He sighed. "Now I'm just bored." What Jazz didn't know was that within the next ten minutes his life would change so dramatically that for the next few days he wouldn't experience one hour of boredom.
"Look, I'm a little busy right now, or we could have found something to do, but now I really have to get back to work." She returned her attention to what ever was under that microscope. "I have gotten some samples from the new planet."
"Yeah? Anything interesting?" He was playing with a Petrie dish when it happened. He paid no attention to the person entering the room, something he should have done.
"Watch it, the floor's just been waxed." The microscope still had Elexara's full attention.
It took only a split second before the accident happened.
Doctor Sorenson had entered with a trolley full of chemicals and samples taken from the planet surface. Unfortunately his choice of footwear had been poor that day so he slipped on the floor and lost control of the trolley, which fell over and sent almost every chemical sample straight onto Jazz's to section.
Elexara heard the ruckus and looked up. When she saw Jazz she tried desperately to stifle a smile. "Are you ok?"
Jazz was covered in substances of various colors. He looked almost like he had gone berserk in a paint store. "Er. do you have some paper?"
She tore off some paper from the paper-holder on the wall and handed it to him.
Doctor Sorenson looked like he wanted to say something to Elexara, but she ignored all his attempts to communicate as she helped Jazz wipe off all the goo he was covered in.
When Jazz had managed to get it all off he looked at Elexara with a smile. "I guess I just have to drop by a car wash just in case."
"I'm so terribly sorry," stuttered Sorenson.
"No harm done," replied Jazz. "But I think I have to find a car-wash before this stuff stains, I have a reputation to uphold, you know. I have long thought about getting a wax job. I see you two later, ok?" He walked out of there, as cheerful as when he had entered.
Once Jazz had left the room Sorenson hurried over to Elexara. "We have no idea how that will affect him," he whispered. "One of the liquids we found around the device that created the new planet has been very. concentrated."
"It didn't look like he was affected in any way."
"It doesn't have to happen right away."
"Ok," she said after a little while and stared into empty space. "If he shows any signs of change, any signs at all, I'll bring him in for a check up."
"Best idea I've heard all day." He sighed. "Look, I didn't want to frighten you, it's probably nothing, but to be on the safe side. you know."
She nodded.
He elevated his eyebrows. "I'll find someone to clean up this mess." He left the room to find the cleaning personnel.
Elexara returned to the microscope with her heart in her throat. She didn't want to work in situations like this, but she knew that all she could do now was wait. What if something were to happen to Jazz? She would never forgive herself if she were to blame for something like that.
***
Jazz came out of the washing hall crystal clean. He decided to go back to the lab to find out about the device that Amshean scientist had made
When he arrived at the lab again he once more transformed to robot mode. But he noticed that something was wrong because his body was making funny noises as he transformed. He guessed he should have Rachet checking him over once he got back.
"Hi," said Elexara and looked up from the microscope.
There had to be something pretty darn interesting under there, thought Jazz.
"So, how did it go?"
"Clean as a whistle, as you see."
Elexara started scratching the back of her neck, something she did every time she was nervous. "Have you experienced anything. special?"
"Nothing Rachet can't fix."
"What do you mean? What's happened?"
"Strange noises as I transformed." He shook his head. "That sort of thing happens all the time."
The scientist wasn't convinced. "May I take a look?"
"Don't misunderstand, but you are a biological being and I think we should leave that to Rachet."
"Look here, pal, I've fixed transformers before you even existed."
"Ok, ok."
***
After a thorough examination Elexara found nothing wrong with Jazz.
"Oh, well, as I said those things happen. I think I should get back now."
Elexara backed away as Jazz got ready to transform, but when nothing happened she frowned. "What's the matter?"
"I can't transform."
"That's it, pal, you're staying overnight."
