I'm back again! Sorry that it took some time and all of you had to wait. It's hard to use the computer in a family of five and I rather not use my phone with the auto-correct and stuff. If something is wrong, review and comment any healthy criticism. But no flames please. Enjoy my work!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Transformers fandom. If I did, I would most likely be filthy rich.
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Sam, Mikaela, and Bumblebee watched in confusion (amusement in 'Bee's case) as the Autobots rushed around, clearly looking for something. The three of them were playing Halo in the Autobot Rec Room when Jazz burst in and ran out the other exit.
A moment later, the Autobots were on their pedes. Some left immediately through the exit the revived mech used; the others were checking their equipment and subspaces. However, it wasn't long until the Rec Room was abandoned except for the two humans and Bumblebee.
"What's happening? Is it a 'Con?" Sam was still paranoid due to the Battle of Egypt but was getting better, despite the constant nightmares and panic attacks and flinches to loud noises. He was the same two years ago after Mission City.
` Bumblebee gave a whirl and a chirp before using his radio. "Nah – they're looking for – Jazz. Ratchet – wants him."
The couple nodded in understanding. They often had to break out of the Med Bay when the medbot wasn't looking and was keeping them hostage for an unknown amount of time. 'Bee had to assist them when he got the chance and vice-versa.
"Excuse me – but I – need – to find him," the black and yellow Autobot rose up from his seat and was headed in the same direction as the other mechs. "Ratchet – will have – my head!"
Mikaela turned to her boyfriend. "Want to find out where Jazz is?"
Sam stared at her for a beat before smirking, "Leo and I are rubbing off on you. Let's go. I don't want us to miss any of the fun if and when the guys find him."
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Jazz looked out from his hiding place after he heard a couple of mechs storm past his way. He was getting real tired of hiding as he made his way to the base's exit. He was just glad he told Teletran I to stop transmitting the base's cameras and not listen to any of the other mechs, including Prowl and Prime. It was nice being friends with everyone on base, no matter how reluctantly (*cough * cough * Sunny * cough * Ratchet * cough * cough*).
At least everyone was getting a workout, even Ratchet (who he could hear down four halls over)! Well, almost everyone. Knowing Prime like he did, he was avoiding the medbot so that he wouldn't be involved with their conflict. Maybe he could hide out in his room if he didn't get out…? No, he would hand him over to eye-watering yellow green 'bot.
After making sure that no one was coming over, he crawled out of the base's vents. Not for the first time in his very long life did he thank Primus for making him shorter than the average Cybertronian. Only Bumblebee could get into the vents, and even then he had problems squatting on his leg struts.
He still didn't understand why the vents were so big. Soundwave's cassettes could get in no problem… or at least the onlined ones. It didn't seem like a human custom or something.
There was a fizz and a crackle before ::Red Alert, close and lock the base's exits. Jazz cannot get out or Ratchet will have all our heads::
::Yes, Prowl:: came the reply. ::I'll make sure he nor any 'Cons get in or out. You can count on me::
Slag the SD and his bonded! Why did he have to jinx himself earlier?! Now everyone was stuck where they could 'accidently' step on the organics in their hurry to find him. Sunstreaker was still on watch for threatening to step on Chia Pet and Agent Jerkwad. Not to mention, he can't simply waltz through the doors so now he had to find a way out of a base he didn't know the layout of!
He vented hard, his visor darkening with his emotions. Now he had to get back to his hiding place before some mech happened upon him and dragged him to the Pit known as Ratchet's Med Bay.
"Look who we've found, Sunny!"
CLANG! "Don't call me that, scrapheap."
"OW!"
Frag, the twins. How did they manage to sneak up on him?! He should have heard them, or anyone for that matter, two halls over! OK, that was an exaggeration. But still, he was losing in his own game!
He turned around and gave the troublemakers his best smile. "Sides, Sunny, mah mechs! How are ya in this fine day?"
The red Lambo smirked, "Just fine, Jazz. You look a little troubled there. Do you think we should comm. Ratchet or Prowl, Sunny?"
The golden mech gave his twin a glare. "Perhaps we should, you fragger. You want to do the honors or should I?"
Jazz' systems stalled and before he knew it, he tackled both of the frontliners, ignoring Sunstreaker's cry of "My paint!" and Sideswipe's grunt as he swung a leg over both of them. The red mech was groaning as he held the back of his helm.
He could not let that happen. If he had to disengage the twins' comm. links so he wouldn't have to go back to that blasted place, then so be it. He wanted to shudder at the consequences of the medbot getting his servos on him.
"Contact Ratchet and ah'll throw ya both inta tha brig!" Of course he would give them some warnings before actually deactivating them, even for a little bit. Was that harsh? Yes, but he didn't care. Today is all about survival.
"Jazz!"
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Sam didn't want to believe what his eyes were seeing. His brain just didn't compute. He didn't want to accept that the laid-back silver mech that died two years prior (give or take a few months) was sitting on both the infamous Lambo Twins, a servo on each chassis, helm very close to the red brother.
It was bad enough 'Bee caught him and Mikaela doing the dirty and had Ratchet explaining Cybertronian anatomy and sex; he would never want to see it in action for real!
He grabbed his girlfriend's arm (God, he loved that word! His girlfriend! Even after two years of dating, he still wondered if it was all a dream and he would wake up any moment now), who looked slightly nauseous as well, and turned them both around, ready to march away from any more mental dangers.
Maybe they should let the big guys handle it…
Sam gave a squeak (ahem – sorry, it was a manly cough; men do not squeak or squeal) as a servo grabbed the couple – gently, of course – and lifted them up from the ground. Then their surroundings were moving fast for either adults (because that's what they are) to know where they were going.
All Sam knew was that he had vertigo, Sunny and Sides were shouting angrily after Jazz, and that the mech was going left-right-right-left-right-left-left-right before he lost count (How is the base this big? He thought absentmindedly) and into a room after a chase with red-blue-white lights [somehow, they've gotten into Jazz' alt-mode without getting squished – and that was a relief – and why did it seem so similar to the car chase with Barricade (stupid 'Con) two years ago? But with Prowl and Jazz…].
Anyway, it was safe to say that Sam was dazed and absolutely had no clue where in the world they were, and when he looked at his girlfriend to his right, the look on her face said she didn't know their location too.
And then they were moving again (again, how did it escape his notice that Jazz transformed?) but this time, it was up. Sam had to hang on tight to the aliens chassis – they somehow got there instead of his servo – and had to cover his mouth to avoid breathing in the sudden presence of dust. Beside him, Mikaela was doing the same.
Even Jazz had to keep his vents circulating and fans on hard to cycle the dust that entered his systems, doing his own version of coughing.
Once they were in a reasonable distance away from the exit, Jazz set down the two organics, making sure that they were on his right side, as the vent they just came through was on his left.
"What was that about?!" Sam started spazzing. "Wh-w-why did you do that?" Even if he was a soldier (unofficially) and survived two intergalactic wars, he was still a spaz underneath everything. "You can't just go around kidnapping people!"
Mikaela rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's antics. She tilted her head to look into their kidnapper's optics which held a dose of mirth and a slight touch of panic. "Sam has a point."
"If it was because we interrupted your special time with the Lambo Twins, I'm sorry!" Sam was nearly screaming, not giving the larger being a chance to answer. "Trust me; I did not need to see you and the twins going at it! I need mind bleach, gah! Couldn't you have done it inside a locked room or something?!"
Before the spastic Witwicky could, uh, spazz some more, his much calmer (even if irritated) girlfriend had wacked him upside the head, ignoring his startled yelp. She turned questioning eyes at the fidgeting alien.
Now, Jazz was the best saboteur, spy, and interrogation master (next to Ironhide) and he could get through a questioning (interrogation, debriefing, whatever you want to call it) – receiving or giving – without giving anything away. He could best Ironhide, Ratchet, and the Prime – never Prowler, he was too intelligent and crafty – if he wanted to. He was one of the base's top flirters (that title went to Sideswipe and next Sunstreaker; he didn't want to get Prowler's wrath) and could get away with anything.
However, he could never win against femmes – and sparklings (but that was everyone's weakness, even the 'Cons except for sparkless Megatron) – they had a mind of their own and had a whole arsenal up their sleeves, metaphorically speaking. Not even the SIC of the Autobots could decode a femme's processor.
It wasn't long until he cracked and tried to put off his nervousness with a smirk, planning to distract the humans as long as he can until they forget.
"Tha' wasn't interfacin', Samuel," he focused on the spluttering organic who was going red at the use of his proper first name. "Though ah could show ya what interfacin' looks like. Ah might have some files if ya like…"
"Nononono!" Jazz found it really amusing to see the human act like a sparkling, even after being in the Well of All Sparks for two years. It was… refreshing, to be among the living again. "Save the alien porn for Miles! He'll love that!"
Jazz couldn't help snickering at the reminder of the blond hippie. He had searched Milton Lancaster's blog and it was all about aliens, conspiracies, aliens, cars, supermodels, aliens, planes, and guess what else? More aliens.
"Ahem," the thirteen-foot mech jolted at the sound. The mechanic had that 'Go on' face. "Why are we here, Jazz?"
He hesitated. He truly had no idea why he had grabbed 'Bee's Charge and said Charge's mate. He didn't want them to tattle to Prowl or Ratchet? He thought they'll spread the rumor he was interfacing the Twins and didn't want Prowl to know? He couldn't really tell them that he panicked when he noticed them and had let his instincts take over. So he did the next best thing. He lied.
Jazz gave them a smug grin as he replied as coolly as he could, "Ah just wanted ta talk ta ya both. An' with tha whole base looking for meh, this is tha one place ah could think of."
"In a dusty vent?" Sam wrinkled his nose. He was ready to book it once the mech's attention was diverted, not to mention his allergy to dust was just about ready to affect him.
"Yeah, that's about right," the TIC muttered.
Mikaela glared at him, arms crossed over her chest. "Then talk. Or I will call Bumblebee or Prime to fetch us. I want a good reason as to why I shouldn't."
The mention of their Guardian and his Prime made the Autobot cringe.
"I don't believe you dragged us all the way over here just to 'talk'. That's bullshit and you know it," the femme added. So, why are we – or more specifically, you – hiding in a vent?"
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"OMG! What if – Jazz – hurts – Sam and – Kayla?" Bumblebee was pacing in Optimus' office, not letting any of the other officers talk, lost in his tirade and worry. "Where is he – keeping them? What if – Decepticons – get in and – find them?!"
"Bumble–"
"No – Jazz – will never – hurt them – and will – protect them."
"Bee–"
"He might – drop them! And – Sam and – Mikaela will – get hurt!"
"Sol–"
"I have – to find – them!" With that, the Camaro transformed and raced out of the room, leaving the original team (minus Jazz) and Prowl in the room with Lennox and Epps.
The Autobots vented in unison at the black and yellow "Bot's spazziness. He was spending too much time with Sam and he(Sam) was rubbing off on him(Bumblebee). The organics just looked amused with the whole thing.
The silence was broken by Ratchet. "I'm going to kill him."
No one said anything else to anger the already furious medic and decided to follow the long-gone Guardian in his quest to find his MIA teenagers.
