Alright, I'm posting this before I think better of it.

Okay, I know the alt that Jazz chose is a Solstice with only two seats, but for the sake of the first few paragraphs of my story, I'm changing it to some car that has back seats also. Don't kill me! I'll change it back after the first few paragraphs, I swear!


Miles poked at Jazz's dashboard. Bumblebee was still in the med-bay from a battle the day before and Jazz had been volunteered by Ironhide to be Sam's temporary guardian. "Hey, look everyone has their own personal radio!" Miles said, poking Jazz again. In Miles defense, he didn't know that the 'car' he was poking was, in actuality, a giant alien robot. Or, too be more specific, a giant alien robot that was quickly getting annoyed.

"Yeah, cool isn't it-" Sam started.

"Hey look, there's radios back here too!" Miles called from the back seat.

Sam stared at passenger seat in wide-eyed wonder. Then at Miles. Back to the seat. Then back to Miles. "What the hell? How'd you get back there? The seat belt is still buckled!"

Miles shrugged, resuming the game of See-How-Many-Available-Surfaces-I-Can-Poke-Before-The-Giant-Alien-Robot-Will-Go-Postal.

Jazz grudgingly continued forward. The next week was going to be torture.


Sam blinked, staring at the car in his driveway. "Don't you think Miles will notice that you were a four-seater yesterday, and now you're only a two-seater?"

"I don't care as long as that boy stays in one seat." Jazz replied stubbornly.

With a sigh, Sam sat down in the driver's seat. "I'm going to be late for school if we don't hurry."


"I said hurry, not break every speeding law in the state of Nevada!" Sam muttered. "Now, I'm going to go to class. Think you can manage to not get yourself arrested?"

"Maybe."

He took a deep breath and counted to ten. With a sigh, he turned around, walking into the school. When he walked into the classroom, the teacher looked at him in surprise, not used to him being five minutes early.


Miles looked at the car. "Hey, this isn't the same car from yesterday."

"Er, yes it is." Sam lied.

"No it's no-"

"Hey, Miles, want some candy?"

"Ooh, candy." Miles took the candy bar, saying no more about Jazz new alt. mode.


Ironhide peeked his head into the Med-Bay. "Hi Ratch- What happened to him?" He asked, nodding his head to the silver mech in the corner, twitching.

"Too much exposure to teenagers."

"I'm telling you," Jazz yelped. "We could have won this whole fraggin' war vorns ago if we just locked the Decepticons in one building with a bunch of teenagers."


Just don't ask me where the hell this came from. I'm not sure. I think I've been hanging out with my cousin too much o.O

Anyways, I'm thinking I might make this a one-shot series about Autobots (Maybe some Decepticons) having breakdowns after hanging out with humans too much. Not sure yet... ^^;