Hello, this would be my first fanfic that I would be posting in this site. I might be late in updating or I'm just too lazy. Meh, whatever happens to me, just enjoy whatever I have written. I hope you like it. Write some reviews or constructive criticism or whatever more experienced writers cal it. And please, no flames. Bye!

Disclaimer: If I owned Transformers, I would never let Jazz die. Or at least let him be revived by the shard like Optimus was revived with the Matrix.

"Where in Pit is Jazz?!" a gruff voice sounded throughout the base. Every 'Bot and human winced in sympathy for the mentioned mech. They had at least angered the medbot once and it was never pretty. "He's late for his check up, slaggit! I gave him time to get used to being up and about, but he's still late!"

A tall red and blue robot tried to calm him down. "I am sure Jazz will be here soon and have a reason, Ratchet," he ducked as the chartreuse Hummer swung a wrench at him. "Please put that down."

"He's just been revived by the Matrix, Optimus!" the medic snarled. "He needs to be in this berth right now so I could run some tests! Who knows what viruses he has?! He could have some glitch because he's been offline for two years!"

Someone interrupted the furious Cybertronian, which was very brave of the human. No one ever butted in when the alien medic was ranting and cursing with words that would make a sailor blush. Even Decepticons feared an angry Hatchet. "Jazz was revived last week. I thought he was cleared."

"Yeah. Haven't you done that yet, with Jazz staying in the Med Bay the whole week?"

The chartreuse medic gave the soldiers the evil eye, making a Will Lennox and Robert Epps flinch. "He was in stasis the whole time! I still need to examine him when he's awake. But the moment he onlined for more than a breem, he bolted for it, fraggit!"

Before he could do anything else (like throw a wrench at either of the innocent mech or the easily-killable organics), two mechs came in dragging another one with the color scheme of silver.

Jazz all but screamed and was scrambling to get a foothold. "Prowler, don' give meh ta tha Hatchet! 'Hide, yer on mah side, right?"

The black stout one snorted. "I'm not giving Ratchet a reason to dismantle me."

The medic gave an evil grin when the silver Pontiac looked over his shoulder with puppy eyes. The two soldiers and the Prime looked away, knowing that they'll be hooked, and they really didn't want to risk Ratchet's wrath. The medic himself was stalking towards the newcomers, his wrench tapping onto his palm; he was immune to Bumblebee's puppy eyes, Jazz's had no effect on him.

Jazz whimpered. "Hehe, hey Ratchet. How are ya?"

"You're late, Jazz. Not only that, you left your berth without my consent. So, I'm not going to be lenient on you," the medic glared at his prisoner. He turned to the black and white SIC. "Where did you find him this time?"

Epps turned to his fellow brother-in-arms. "Jazz runs from the Hatchet? That's crazy, man!" Will could only shrug as he continued watching the 20-foot plus aliens (minus Jazz).

Prowl vented, his fans slightly kicking in. "We found him hiding in the human barracks. He gave us quite a chase afterwards."

Ironhide grunted. "Are you serious, Prowl?" He gave the struggling Jazz a shake. "He made us chase after him all over base for a cycle like he was a damn turbofox! Then he keeps denting us!" The black Transformer motioned to the few dents on his and the SIC's pelvis.

Epps gave a low whistle that got cut off by his lovely friend via an elbow to the ribs. Both glared at each other, one with a question in his eyes and the other with a warning look. They look away after a few minutes when the Autobots continued.

Optimus vented heavily. He needed to sort out his TIC; he's been avoiding his inevitable check up for too long, in both the CMO's and the Prime's optics.

However, before he could do anything, such as defuse the tension in the room, said CMO was approaching said TIC with a… huge… syringe. OK, he had to admit, Ratchet's bedside behavior left much to desire and even the Prime hated to be on the receiving end of that needle. He was glad he was not Jazz.

The Lt. Colonel and Chief Master Sergeant winced heavily at the sight of the humongous syringe. They suddenly pitied the silver 'bot. If the medbot used it on them, they too would have run, no matter how inevitable it was! No one in their right mind would subject themselves to that kind of pain!

Jazz, if he could, paled and felt, what did the humans say? 'Ice coursing in their veins?' Well, he felt that saying. His cooling fans kicked in desperately as he heated up. He momentarily stopped fighting the grip of his two captors and said captors gazed worriedly at the 'Bot's stillness. Even Optimus and Ratchet looked concerned, but not as much glee in the latter's case.

"Don't worry, Jazz. This will hurt for only a nano-klik," the medic assured him, continuing to advance. "This will just put you under for a while and I will be looking into your software and anti-virus program. It's been some time since you had a check up so I don't know what we will expect."

The saboteur's processors were on overdrive, trying to find a way to escape the menace that was Ratchet's needles. Come on, he could get behind enemy lines any time he wanted and escape without a scratch! He could escape the CMO, his lackeys, and Prime, hide out somewhere in the organic world until the danger (Ratchet) was over…

Pit, he was gonna go to the Well of All Sparks via spark attack.

Wait, his processors stalled. Didn't the Major Twins give him some prank items? He could use them to get away! But it could be a dud; it was the Twins he's talking about. Well, it's always worth a try.

Ratchet was startled when Jazz resumed his fighting when he was the Cybertronian equivalent of three meters. Before he could do anything, the saboteur had elbowed the Weapons' Specialist in the tanks, reached in his subspace, and threw something on the ground.

Black smoke quickly filled the room and Jazz took the opportunity to wrench his arm from his bonded and fled the Med Bay. Now he just needed to hide.

"JAZZ! Get back here, you glitched Unicron-spawn!"

"Catch meh if ya can, Ratchet!" he called back before speeding off, leaving a raging CMO, venting superior officers (minus Ironhide. However he could blast his aft off for this), and coughing organics.

"Prime, I need that glitched mech on this berth now!"

Optimus vented, rubbing his nasal ridges, a habit he got from Lennox and Morshower. He turned to his SIC, who nodded in understanding. Now, he was going to hide in his office to avoid getting roped in the search party Prowl and/or Ratchet was forming with the pretense of getting ready for a non-existent meeting.

::Autobots, Ratchet needs a search party for an escaping Jazz. We need everyone on base to bring him in the Med Bay:: Prowl growled in the public comm. line He added ::Whoever aids the TIC will serve brig time and have an automatic check up with Ratchet, his wrench, and his syringe. Prowl out::