A/N: Hello! I'm back, and I'm posting! Had to get this up seeing as it's kinda referenced in another of my fics…
Summary: Jazz and his 'owner' Andi have a conversation about just what Jazz can do, and just what he's chosen to do.
"Hey Jazz?" the woman 'driving' the Autobot Jazz inquired. (We'll call her…Andi for the purposes of this story).
"What?" Jazz retorted frustratedly. "I'm trying to drive here."
"I don't think we can really call what you do driving, I'd say it's more like attempting to get from A to B via a whole host of crashes. Anyway, I just wanted to clear something up."
"What?"
"You can take on the form of any car you want right?"
"Well…yeah, I guess that's why they call us 'Transformers'."
"Hey! No breaking the fourth wall!"
"What's wrong with breaking the fourth wall?"
"Never mind. So, you can take on the form of any vehicle you want?"
"We've covered that. Yes. We can."
"So you could choose to be a TVR Chimera?"
"I could."
"Or a Ferrari Daytona?"
"If I wanted."
"Or a really cool speed boat?"
"Water gets in the circuits and if you've got rough seas you're going to ruin your back. But if I wanted to, yes I could be a really cool speed boat. Is this going somewhere?"
"Course it is. I'm just making sure that I've got this whole thing one-hundred percent down. Just making sure I understand."
"Andi, I thought you understood before you jumped in and asked for a ride?"
"Not so much, I just had a few suspicions, after all, I did see you turn from a giant robot into a small car – that's another thing, how do you end up so small in your car form and so big in your robot form?"
"Have you seen Optimus? He's not exactly small either way. Now, what were you going to ask?"
"How did you know I was going to ask something?"
"I know you. Besides, you said your endless torrent of questions had a purpose."
"Yeah…I was just wondering why you chose this car?"
"It's discreet. Not something most people would notice."
"It's about as discreet as me parading butt naked down the street singing 'I'm The Only Gay Eskimo'."
"What makes you say that?"
"It just doesn't feel very discreet."
"No-one's going to try and steal it!"
Andi burst out laughing. "I pity the person who even attempts to steal one of you guys!"
"Moving on…you were saying?"
"Yeah, right, of all the cars you could've chosen, Pontiac…"
"Been one."
"…Masarati, TVR, Buggati Veron, Morgan, Ferrari, Lotus…"
"Is this going anywhere?"
"…Mercedes, Bentley, Rolls Royce, Audi, a damn bloody VW…"
"I sense she is reaching the end of her spiel."
"Of all the damn cars you could've chosen, why the hell did you just happen to choose, a damn bloody, bright yellow Skoda Fabia?"
"I have a black roof!" Jazz defended himself.
"You're not Bumblebee!"
A/N: I actually drive a bright yellow Skoda Fabia with a black roof so…I'm allowed to slag it off. I actually quite like it, but Andi disagrees with me (she's basically my sister), and Jazz is on my side! Although I should've probably used Bumblebee… Then the black and yellow thing would've made sense. Ah well! That aside, hope you enjoyed.