"Within"

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Gift Fic for Tactician Zephine This Ficlet is set in Chapter 9 of Her BRILLIANT Story

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The Battles Within

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"EM!"

I sighed; why did every conversation I had with Jazz of late have to start with him yelling at me? What do you want, Jazz?

"You'll NEVER believe what I just saw!"

Jazz, I am busy, can it wait?

"NO!"

I turned around. What?

"Okay, so I was followin' Prowl on our patrol route, right? An' all o' a sudden, he starts swervin' fer no reason. His drivin' got all weird, an' he wouldn' answer me when I commed him."

Perhaps he is tired of you calling me crazy.

"I only do it 'cuz you are. Anyway, Prowler's not mad a' me fer anythin', so-"

Jazz, I have five other places to be, and I cannot be in six places at once. I do not have time for this.

"But, EM!"

I played a voice recording that I often used over business calls. "I am sorry, the party you are requesting is not available at this time. Please call back later, or leave a message with the answering secretary."

"Not funny, Em."

I find it quite amusing.

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Prowl? Did you have another episode on patrol? Because Jazz is starting to sound as crazy as he makes me out to be.

I bit my lower lip component. "A little...look, I didn't hit anything, did I?"

I don't really want to admit to Her that I sort of knew what was happening to Me... I just couldn't stop it from happening.

Long patrol with Jazz again this afternoon, Oh Joy... He'll take it as a given to bug Me about having a party again, I have already told Him No and told Him more than once. Sometimes I really want to knock some sense into Him, but I can't... Oh the joys of being SIC as in NOT being able to smack the Trouble Makers around for all of the Mischief They make...

I make My way to the entrance of the base and see that un-usually Jazz is waiting for Me. He gives Me His Trademark Smirk before dropping into His Alt Mode and giving a cheeky rev of His engine to get Me moving as He seem to want to get going which is Not like Him at all and I have to wonder what Mischief He has planned.

As I take a step towards Him, just for a moment everything goes dark. I disguise this mini blackout by dropping into My own Alt Mode where I stand, I sit there for a moment to try and get My bearings before driving past an impatiently waiting Jazz. He doesn't say anything, Thank Primus for small things...

We are about a third of the way though patrol when a sudden flash of Ice Cold runs though Me leaving behind the feelings of Pins and Needles and more cold... 'Oh No, It's happening Again' I think as the Horrid Tremors start to race through My Alt Mode, I can't do anything about them as They get worse and Worse until I'm sure that I'm swerving all over the Thankfully empty road. I'm dimly aware of Jazz trying to get though on the Com. But as much as I'd like to answer him and say I'm OK, I Can't...

Minutes pass and I'm dimly aware that Jazz is still trying to get an answer from Me, He is getting more and more frantic and then just like that My body stops shaking and My vocalizer frees up. But now I'm just ignoring Him. Finally We head for home...

As soon as We get back I transform and stride into Base ignoring Jazz as He transforms quickly behind Me and calls after Me to wait up. I head strait to My quarters, good job I do too because as soon as the door slides shut My knees give out and once again I'm on the floor seizing violently... Eventually, my processors lock down, and I lose all senses of cognition and finally, consciousness...

When I finally regain consciousness I find that about an hour has passed and I realise that I had better get up before Em come home and Finds Me on the floor...