Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers (2007), which was directed by Michael Bay, or Transformers: Generation 1.
Warning: Um...the base is in the middle of a desert instead of in a city? Yeah...Okay, well, maybe not in the middle of a desert. There are just alot of dirt roads, flat land...and it's near a small town where the main character (my OC) works at...? Just picture the Transformers: Generation 1 ark location and you got it. I apologize if I messed up Jazz's dialogue...I still haven't quite gotten the hang of that yet. I may or may not just end up switching it later. Other than that, ProwlxJazz (They will be bonded, the Cybertronian version of married, in this fanfiction), some language, and conflicting morals...in the entire story.
N.E.S.T. HQ
3:00 pm
"Hey, Sonya! I've got your olive sandwich."
"Thanks, Lilly."
I handed the sandwich to Sonya before I cringed and closed my eyes momentarily. I felt Sonya staring at me and looked at her. "What?"
"What was that?"
"What was what?"
"You know..." She cringed like she had been electrocuted.
"Keyword: optics."
Sonya rolled her eyes. "Lil, olives are not optics."
"Well, they don't look much different. And I highly doubt that they taste much better, either."
"You mean you don't know? I thought you knew everything."
I stared at her. "Well, I haven't exactly had the chance to eat an eyeball in my lifetime." Not that I would want to. "And I don't know everything. I'm pretty sure the only ones who do, that I'm aware of, is Primus and God." Or Jazz and Red Alert.
"Why both?"
"There can't be multiple gods in a universe with multiple species?"
"No, not that. I just didn't think that you believed in Primus."
"I'm open to many religions."
"How many?"
"Any religion meant for good."
"What about atheists?"
"I have nothing against a person who doesn't believe in any god or chooses not to follow any religion. I judge the person and the soul, not the items or titles associated with the being." She snorted. "Now what?"
"I'd hate to see you encounter a decepticon. You'll either talk it to death or get shot when it gets bored of your rambling."
"It's not rambling."
"Tell me that when you go to war or have to kill to protect yourself, kid."
I watched as she walked away to find a table to eat her sandwich at. I grabbed my bag and walked out the door of N.E.S.T. headquarters. I grabbed my bike and started pedeling.
~0~
"Whoa, hold up. Where's the fire?"
I looked up to see Jazz smirking down at me. Damn you, Primus. You couldn't just let me ride until my legs gave out, could you? "I would appreciate it if you moved your hand, Jazz." When he didn't move it, I got off my bike and tried to maneuver around his hand...Which ended up being impossible since he kept moving it. I huffed in frustration. "Jazz, move!"
"Not until ya tell meh where yer off to in such a hurry."
I growled low in my throat. How about I bite your hand instead?
What would that accomplish besides having dented and broken teeth?
I sighed before looking at his hand again. "Nowhere."
"What were ya plannin' ta do in the middle o' nowhere?" Oh, I don't know. Scream at Primus?
"Nothing."
"How about ya do nothing here instead? I guarantee it'll be less lonely that way."
I think the point of doing nothing in the middle of nowhere is to be alone. "Fine." I grabbed my bike before bringing it over to the rock Jazz was currently leaning against. He held out his hand, which I reluctantly jumped on. He brought me up to his shoulder so that I could sit there. I sat there...and only had to look down once before I gripped onto his shoulder for dear life. Jazz may be the shortest of the autobots, but that didn't mean that I felt anymore safe. What if I fell?
"Hey, Lil, ya okay? Yer wound up tighter than a turbo spring."
"F-fine. I just don't like heights."
"I could put you on my lap."
"No thanks." Too awkward. "Hey, Jazz. Can I ask ya something?"
"Shoot."
"Why are you out in the middle of nowhere?"
He chuckled. "Patrol."
"Oh." I stared at the horizon before placing my feet more sternly on his plating. "Should I leave then? I mean, if I'm making you loose your concentration-"
"I wouldn't be head of the special ops team if I couldn't divide my attention between multiple events," he said teasingly. "Yer fine the way you are."
"Oh...'Kay."
He chuckled at my response before asking lightly, "Ya nervous 'bout something? Yer kind of...spaced out."
I kicked at imaginary dirt. "N'aw...I mean, not really...I-it-scrap."
He laughed. "Do ya maybe wanna try that again?"
My face heated up at his laugh and my stutter. Damn you, Primus. "I...was just...angry. And not for a good reason."
"Hmm. Yeah, ah saw that," he responded teasingly before turning serious. "'Bout what?"
I hesitated. "Some idiot got under my skin."
"Shouldn't you be seeing Ratchet, then?"
I let that sink in before I smiled in amusement. "Oh, it was nothing like that. I just meant..." I sighed. "Okay, so an idiot didn't annoy me. My aunt did...However, her reaction was completely called for considering her profession. I'm just...too open, I guess. I'm open to many religions and don't really follow one myself. Sometimes it just doesn't sink into my head until after a conversation that some people go through certain situations that may make them loose their belief system. That is, if they had one to begin with. Not only that, but-" By Primus, I'm yapping. "I'm starting to sound like a drone to you, aren't I?"
"Eh? What was that? Sorry, there's this creature yapping in my audio..."
"Jazz!" I complained as I hit his shoulder. I promptly fell off when he started laughing. Luckily, he caught me in his hand before setting me down on the ground.
"Sorry." I snorted in amusement. "So...am 'ah forgiven?"
I smiled. "Maybe."
Without warning, he started playing the one song I loved to hate: I'm too sexy by Right Said Fred.
My lips twisted uncontrollably as I covered my ears. "Jazz, turn that off!"
I'm too sexy for my hair, too sexy for my shirt, too sexy...too sexy...
"Jazz, I'm warning you..."
Too sexy...too sexy...
I burst out laughing on the ground, abandoning my ears to place my hands on my stomach. "Damn you!" Is the only thing I can seem to spit out in my laughing fit.
When I was done, Jazz poked my stomach. "Ya alive?"
I chuckled at that before pushing his finger away. "Yes, smart guy, I'm alive."
He grinned. "Good! So are ya gonna lay on the ground or do 'ah need ta bring ya back ta base?"
"I can head home on my own." I stood up slowly before looking at Jazz with a smile. "Thanks, Jazz."
"Anytime." He stood up before looking down at me again with a smile. "Catch ya on the flip side, sexy."
I snorted before waving once shyly. "See ya."
He winked before transforming and driving away.
I sighed, breathing out the last of my laughter.
"You like him."
I spun around and stared wide eyed at Blaster, my guardian. I-it-the-what-? "When did you get here?"
"I followed your cell phone signal." I looked sideways, cursing myself lightly. How could I forget about that? "I decided to hang back and let Jazz take care of the situation when I felt his energy signature was near." He smiled slyly. "Which brings me back to my original-"
"I don't like him."
"Well, you sure looked like you were having fun. You usually never laugh like that."
I glared lightly at him. "Jazz is a good bot, I'll give him that. But I don't like him that way."
"I never said you did." Oh, slag.
"Well, you were implying it."
His smile widened. "If you say so."
I huffed in annoyance before Blaster knelt down and held out his hand. "C'mon. I'll give you a lift back to base."
To base. Where Jazz was. And have Blaster try something he thought was funny? I don't think so. "Thanks, but I have to go to work."
"Weren't you heading to base anyway?"
"If you were listening, you'd know that I wasn't heading anywhere before I ran into Jazz."
"Ran into as in..."
"Almost literally ran into," I answered with a slight blush as I kicked the kick stand on my bike up. "Are you going to follow me or go back to base?"
He smiled. "I'll catch up with ya, miss sexy."
I gave him a look that said just what I thought of his comment before zooming off. Smart guy.
