Prime Blood's Spark of Bots: Jazzol
Chapter 1
Jazzol Mecano (my OC from my Prime Blood Universe) {see Heart Wrenched for his parent's story and Orion's Star for his childhood}
Miko Nakadai (Hasbro's TFP)
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Sitting in the car doing babysitting/surveillance duty, she watches as his trim lithe form slides from the white H3 trimmed in red and black into the elevator. Activating the lap top beside her, she watches him in the elevator, removing his tie, loosing the top couple of buttons and rolling his neck. True he isn't broad shouldered and beefy like his father, no that would be his twin brother, but he is still a fine, fine specimen of a man. The elevator dings, and he exits.
Miko Nakadai (in her thirties) watches the late forty year old red headed robotics' genius and EMC secret Commander strides down the hall removing his jacket. He's been up late, pushing some heavy hours lately for the new project, but he still seems wide awake. A bit tense too. Wonder why?
He pulls out a key and enters his personal suite. As soon as he steps in, he turns looping his suit jacket over a picture. It cuts out the video feed Miko has to his key pad alarm. She isn't going to get the alarm code that way. Then he turns around, smiles to the camera, and puts a sticker over the lens.
"Scrap!" Miko bot-swears. "How does he do that?" For the last six weeks she has been trying to hack video feeds into his suite. But every time, he finds them. One by one, he's done it again tonight. Accept for one.
In his bedroom, she watches him slowly remove his expensive soft cotton dress shirt and toss it into the hamper. He carefully hangs up his soft blue azure tie that so matches the color of his and his father's eyes. Striding through the room, shirtless, she gets a chance to see he is in excellent shape. The shape of a trained, skilled, lithe sleek soldier. And she's seen her fair share of soldiers in action. He slowly removes his belt, stows it, then carefully removes the contents of his pockets setting it all in the bedside table drawer. Ever, ever so slowly, he removes his slacks and hangs them up on the cherry wood dressing frame. Oh, nice firm thighs and calves. A tattoo on one, but of what she still hasn't figured out.
Now she smirks. Bastard knows the camera is there and is playing with the viewer. But does he know it's her? He enters the bathroom, closing the door, therefore ending the show. Miko smirks shaking her head. She was just going to have to find a way to get inside that suite. And find out about that tattoo that is driving her absolutely nuts!
Shutting down the lap top, she is back to babysitting duty in the parking garage. Her mind begins to wander. When was the first time she had seen Doctor Jazzol Praxis Mecano? Aw, yes. It was back in Jasper, Nevada.
{flashback} Miko, all of fifteen pushing sixteen, was in the rec room with Bee and Raff, when she thought she heard Optimus laugh. Oh now that's a sound that has to be investigated. Bulkhead tells her to stay put, but turns back to his painting. Ever so softly, Miko disobeys the suggestion tiptoeing down the hallway.
Hearing the sound of two soft mech voices, Miko makes her way to Ratchet's private quarters. Sure enough, there is Ratchet and Optimus talking softly. Ratchet's tone ever so proud tapping the screen before him.
"Internship at the same hospital as Connie."
Optimus cocks his head in a slight tilt, "That's no surprise, Ratchet, seriously."
Ratchet chuckles, "No, not really, I guess. Except I'm surprised he would stay so close to his mother. I figured him to be a bit more independent."
Optimus turns to his friend fully, crossing his arms and scoffing, "No you aren't. Why was it he decided to go into emergency medicine? Hummm?"
Ratchet scratches the back of his helm flushing in embarrassment. Finally he mutters, "Um, said it was as close to his father's detail and still allow him to come home to his family more often." Optimus smirks to him.
Miko nearly gasps seeing that kind of expression kind on Prime's face.
"Now, what about Jazzol?" Optimus prods.
Ratchet beams, "Takes after his mother."
Optimus chuckles. Miko quickly stifles her gasp at Prime amused as well. Ratchet's laugh is musical harmony joined with Optimus' deep baritone. Miko just stands in awe. Truly they have been friends a very long time. Long enough to tease each other past the lines of officer and duty. Yes respectful to keep it behind -what they thought- closed doors.
Ratchet continues, "Well, EMC has approached him already, civilian side. Did you have anything to do with that?" Optimus shrugs, not giving a clear answer. Ratchet brings up a fist to his friend's nose, "I swear… there's a reason why…"
Optimus puts a tender hand over the weapon lowering it, "Listen to me, Ratchet. We need all the allies we can get in this world. He is a genius. The projects he has already designed are useful and saved many lives. EMC had to get to him before MECH or some other corrupt organization. I made it clear, no contact with bots. Strictly civilian industrial work only. Yet he still has to carry the title of an officer."
Ratchet yanks away from his friend clearing the screen for Miko's full view, "He's my-"
"Whoa! Who are the hunks?!" Miko gasps from the hall. The two mechs swing their heads to the hall and gasp in surprise seeing her.
Miko's gaze is still locked onto the picture of two men on the screen. One with broad shoulders, strawberry blond hair, and a shy smile. The other more lithe, vibrant red hair in a haphazard style and a charming macho grin. (Like a certain medic hyped up on synthetic Energon.) Both men have stunningly beautiful azure blue eyes (not glowing optics like their "cousins") and white lab coats. The Japanese teenage girl is nearly drooling over the late twenty year old men.
Ratchet stumbles with his words trying to access the situation, "Ah, Miko. Um, what… did you hear?"
Miko smirks coming closer to the screen, "Are they real or some kind of awesome airbrush job?"
Ratchet is in shock but torn between several other emotions as well: fear, delight, a father's pride, and a father's horror. "Ah, they are quite real." Ratchet shoots a look to Optimus, who is amused and startled himself by her reaction… and then his optics go wide to the potential ramifications. "Why?" the medic/father almost snarls protectively.
Miko points to the deep red head, "That one is awesome eye candy. The other one isn't bad, but that one is, delicious." She turns to Ratchet, "What are their names and where can I get a glossy 8 x 10 or even a poster for my wall?"
Ratchet is still shocked, jaw falling in gape. Not just the fact she finds them attractive but her brazenness to say so, so openly. Miko takes it as if the older male-bot doesn't understand young-female-teen infatuation.
Some how Ratchet finds his voice, "Ah, the one on the right is Jazzol, the one on the left is Orion. You really think they are good looking? Even if they are, uh, about ten years older than you?"
Miko smiles broadly, "Oh Ratchet, you have so much to learn about humans." Ratchet shoots a look to Optimus who has quickly hidden his smirk behind a hand and crossed arms.
Miko doesn't see it, because Ratchet's questioning mock to Optimus has now quickly changed to one of narrowing scorn to the other father. Optimus leaves the medic's quarters swiftly, retreating to his own. Swiftly shutting the door, Miko could swear the strange noise coming from Prime's quarters can easily be translated to
thud a large bot falling to the floor,
a deep rumbling, roaring
could that be laughter? Deep throated near hysterical laughter. Did Optimus Prime just hit the floor laughing his aft off?
Ratchet's face begins to pinch into a firm scowl with help of fingers to the bridge of his nose, "Primus guide me." He picks Miko up by the collar of her shirt and drops her outside his quarters, then softly shuts the door in her face. She can hear Ratchet bellow through the intercom, "That wasn't funny, Optimus!" The noises from Prime's quarters only increase. {end that flashback}
It would be another eight years before Miko found out the truth to that moment. She never saw that photo again. And anytime she had tried to ask any bot about it, they all acted like she was crazy. And then Ratchet and Optimus would share a secret smirk-scowl.
And so here she sits now, outside the home of Ratchet's son. Miko smirks, "And Jazzol, you are still an awesome piece of eye candy. Like wine and sake, just more wonderful with age. Now, let me in. Let me know how I can get close to you."