Hello! So, my other stories are all updated as of the moment and I got bored, so I wrote this to counter the injustice of having very little OC x Jazz fics that younger viewers can read. Granted, this ended up more friendship than romance, but we all have those beginning stages, right? :) I hope everyone enjoys!
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. If I did, I wouldn't have let Jazz die in the live-action movie. *cries quietly in corner*
Trailblazer tilted her helm in curious concentration at the monitor in front of her. The schematics for a new medical device that would (hopefully) allow a medic to perform rudimentary processor surgery without having to rip a hole in the patient's helm was displayed on the screen with about seventeen different sets of data scattered around it randomly, most of the data written in red. Trailblazer tried to fight against her frustration as she reviewed her calculations. Everything was correct! So why wouldn't this stupid thing pass the simulations?
'Needs more testing,' Trailblazer thought to herself. She stared at the wall in front of her, deep in thought. What possibly hadn't yet been tested? Nothing came to mind, and the sound of a door sliding open interrupted anymore deliberation. The wall in front of Trailblazer briefly reflected herself alone, a silver femme with simple turquoise armor, but then it was joined by someone else. Trailblazer vented and returned to staring at her monitor and all the little warnings continuing to pop up as an accented voice asked kindly, "Still working on that?"
"Not now, Jazz," Trailblazer barely kept the moan out of her voice. She rubbed her optics tiredly. Jazz had been checking up on her on "Ultra Magnus's orders" for well over an orn now. As nice as it was for someone to make sure she was still online, it was beginning to get distracting.
"You've been trying to figure that out for an entire solar cycle now. Why don't you take a break?" Jazz suggested lightly. Trailblazer glanced back at him, trying to gauge how easily she could get out of this. Her tank was running low on energon - she had received that internal alert a while ago - and her energy levels weren't exactly high, but she was so close! She could feel it in her spark. If she just held out a little longer, then she just might reach a breakthrough…
"I can't. If I could just figure out what the problem is…," Trailblazer let her voice trail off. Her processor needed to focus on the equation that the monitor had just brought up as the problem. Perhaps if she deviated the remainder… or maybe the problem was with the logarithm…
'Focusing would be a lot easier if Jazz wasn't in here,' the femme thought with a light blush.
"Um, Trail?"
"Yes, Jazz?" Trailblazer asked exasperatedly, turning to face the persistent mech. He looked mildly concerned as he pointed out, "Two plus two doesn't equal five."
"Of course it doesn't," Trailblazer stated with a frown, confused as to why he would point out such a trivial fact. But as soon as she turned back to her equation, she felt like slamming her head into the monitor. Of course she would. Of course she would slip up on the simple stuff.
"Want to grab a couple of energon cubes from the rec room?" Jazz asked in his smooth, accented voice. Trailblazer could pick up the amusement lacing his tone, but at the moment her processor was too tired to care. She could finish that equation later. At the moment, nothing sounded better than sipping on some warm energon and hanging out with Jazz.
"Yep."