Author: Ratchet'sapprentice
Category: Transformers
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, just my OC and this plot. Celeste belongs to Bleach Freak 15.
Genre(s): Romance/Angst
Pairing(s): Jazz/OC, and Ratchet/OC
Rating: M
Summary: Lily has escaped from the Decepticons and is terribly hurt and scared. When Jazz finds her and takes her to the base in Diego Garcia, things begin to get ugly. What exactly have the Decepticons done to her to make her scared of her own shadow? And is there any hope for her to find love in a safe place? Rated M for language, violence, mentions of rape, self harm and suicide attempts. Dark.
Title: Time doesn't heal all wounds.
Chapter 1: Found.
"Ahhh, get away from me!"
Jazz was making his rounds in Mission City when he heard the scream. He had been repaired after he was ripped apart in the battle here, and informed that the Autobots had won against the Decepticons, thanks to Sam and Mikaela.
When he heard the scream, he instantly activated his scanners, scanning in a hundred mile radius from where his current position was. He found that the scream had come from a human femme, who was being threatened by a human mech, who appeared to be armed.
Now, if there was one thing Jazz despised above everything, it was mechs who had the bolts to threaten an unarmed opponent, femme or otherwise. He gunned his engine and reached just outside where he found the scream.
Activating his hologram, he walked calmly into the alley and gave the human mech a look of distaste, before looking to the human femme and analysing her. By primus…she was injured pretty badly.
"Where do ya get off hurtin' unarmed femmes?" He asked.
He turned back to the human mech; the look in his optics was colder than anything an Autobot should have. The human mech turned towards him and held the knife out to him.
"Back off buddy, or I'll stab her" he replied.
Jazz fixed the human mech with his steely glare and walked up to him, stopping when the knife was just touching his abdomen.
"No ya won't. Yer not gonna risk havin' someone witness ya stab an unarmed femme, knowin' that if de law enforcement officers put ya on trial, they're gonna favour the femme an' not you" he remarked.
The human mech looked right into Jazz's optics and Jazz smiled inside when he saw the fear in the human's own optics.
"Now, drop de weapon an' ya can walk 'way from this without so much as a peep from anyone else. Or, ya can continue to threaten de femme, an' I'll call de law enforcement officers fer this area right now. Up to you" he reasoned.
The human's optics opened considerably wider and Jazz heard the clatter of the knife on the ground, before the now unarmed man ran out of the alley. A scan told Jazz when the human male was far enough away, and he turned to the woman.
"You alright?" He enquired.
The woman nodded, thanked him and began to limp out of the alley. But as she turned, Jazz's optics caught something on her back, where her shirt was ripped. He blinked and looked harder. Was he seeing what he thought he was seeing?
He walked up to the woman, grabbed her arm…lightly and looked at the mark on her lower back. It was what he thought it was. The human femme had the Decepticon insignia burned onto her lower back.
"Where'd ya get that mark?" He demanded.
The woman looked at him and then looked at the vehicle, which was now revving its engine with the demand.
"P-please don't hurt me?" She begged.
Jazz looked into her optics, and was startled by what he saw there. Fear. She was afraid of him. If she were a human Decepticon, she wouldn't be afraid of him, she would be trying to offline him.
"Where'd ya get de mark?" He demanded again.
The woman looked down and Jazz vented hard. He then looked up, to see there were loads of scratches, cuts and bruises on her body. The hand shaped bruises weren't hand shaped at all, they were…claw shaped.
: Jazz to Optimus…we have a problem: he said.
: Optimus receiving. What is the problem?: Optimus replied.
Jazz vented.
: I was drivin' 'round Mission City, like ya asked me to, an' I came across this armed human mech threatening an unarmed human femme. An' you know how much I 'ate that: he explained.
: Go on: Optimus answered.
Jazz looked at the human femme and told her to stay where she was. He went over to his alt mode and vented yet again.
: Well, I managed ta get the femme free o' the mech's grasp, bu' when she went ta walk 'way. I noticed she 'as the Decepticon insignia burned onta 'er lumbar area: he said.
There was silence on the other end.
: That is worrying…do you have the femme with you now?: Optimus questioned.
Jazz looked over to where he left the femme and saw that she had disappeared.
: Slaggit no. I told 'er ta stay where she was: he replied.
Optimus vented through the comm. Link.
: Find her Jazz: he ordered.
Jazz cut off the communications and began to drive around Mission City. Having taken a photo of the woman's face when he looked at her, he could recognise her by sight. While he was driving around, he could hear Ironhide and Optimus conversing through the comm. link.
: How do we know she is not a spy for the Decepticons?: Ironhide asked.
Optimus vented.
: We do not. But I have faith in Jazz: he replied.
Jazz revved his engine.
: Optimus, when she looked at me…she 'ad fear in 'er optics. A Decepti-creep wouldn't have fear in their optics, they'd be fightin' ta offline me: he explained.
Optimus made a noise.
: Jazz is correct Ironhide. If this woman was a Human Decepticon, then she would have been fighting to offline Jazz, she would not have been afraid: He reasoned.
Ironhide made a disapproving noise and huffed.
: It could just be a trick to get us to tell her our plans: he said.
Optimus vented again.
: Indeed. But if this human is not a Decepticon spy. What then Ironhide?: He questioned.
Ironhide was silent and Optimus turned his comm. link to Jazz.
: Find her Jazz and bring her in. Does she have any other injuries besides the Decepticon insignia?: He asked.
Jazz told him about the cuts, scratches and bruises, and that her clothing was ripped. He had just finished telling Optimus of the other injuries, when he found the femme, sitting on the ground outside a closed down shop.
: I found 'er Prime: he said.
His hologram got out of his alt form and walked up to the femme.
"Why'd ya run off?" He questioned.
She looked up at him, fear in her optics and then looked back down.
"B-because…I-I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry. I-I didn't m-mean to run a-away. I-I just w-wanted to d-do some sh-shopping. P-please don't h-hurt me…p-please?" She cried.
She then curled up and Jazz shook his head.
"I'm not gonna hurt ya. But I need ya to come wit me" he said.
She looked up at him, the fear still in her optics. But eventually nodded. Jazz helped her up and he took her to his alt form, where he let Optimus know to send a plane to Mission City to pick them up.
A/N: Alright. So I figured I'd put a revised version up for this story. I'd like some feedback to know whether this one is better than the last one, or if I should just continue the other one? So please give me feed back? If this one proves to be better than the last one, then I'll continue writing this one, if not, then I'll delete this one and continue with the other one.
Ratchet'sapprentice