Chapter : Two

Summary : When someone thinks that it can't get any worse than this, fate has a funny way of telling you, oh yes it can.

Warnings : Torture

Series : AU Bayverse, early in the war...

Beta'd by the wonderful GraceSolo.

Jasper was cold. That was the only thing he registered as he hid in his hole in the wall. It was very cold. Adding to the fact that everything was made of metal didn't help the ambience. He had only packed the essentials he needed to travel with and was lucky he had warm clothes with him. The problem was that even warmly dressed, he still felt cold. And afraid. And so very much alone...Except for that thing...

He shivered slightly and wondered if he should listen to his iPod. It always helped him think while listening to music. But he was in no mood, plus this was more serious that he had thought. He had little food supply because he never thought he would be stranded like this. His phone still had battery life left but no reception – big surprise there. He needed to figure a way out of this mess and he needed to do it fast.

The thing...the giant robot had not moved at all. And Jasper was starting to wonder if it was alive at all, but from time to time, its...optics maybe? Would flicker in the darkness. The 18 year old could clearly tell it wasn't in any condition to move. Not when it had chains wraped around its limbs.

He had spent around nine hours stranded here, according to his watch. The dark skinned boy was wondering if he should try and sleep. It would help him think clearer, but the sound of an opening door distracted him. He peeked out of his hole and observed as two more robots entered.

One was wearing something over its optics? A visor maybe? Jasper didn't know while a mask covered the rest of its face. The other robots seemed smaller in frame height than the first and it also wore a visor, but the rest of its face was visible. The thing that caught his attention on that smaller robot was the number four engraved on its front and the smirk that appeared in its face. No, Jazz did not like that smirk at all.

"Ah, Prowl! How has my favorite prisoner been doing these last few joors? Rest well I hope" A dark voice emerged from the smaller mech, while his companion stood unmoving. Only the mechs in the room understood the words, as a frightened human observed them.

"You should know, Gundrop. After all, you do treat me quite well." Prowl resisted the urge to growl at the Decepticons' SIC. The black and white visored 'con grinned wickedly and gently stroked Prowl's cheek.

"Such a noble soldier," Gundrop muttered, leaning down close to Prowl's helm so he could whisper in his audio, "And yet you will deactivate like mere petro-rat" The stroke turned in to a blow and Gundrop stood up.

"Soundwave, would you like to have the first go or should I?" The black and white 'con gave a twisted smile that only grew when silence greeted him.

"Ohh well suit yourself." And he loomed over the chained mech.

Jasper watched horrified as the smaller mech proceeded to beat, torment, and just torture the chained robot he had woken up with. The human couldn't help but wince each time a new blow was received. They continued to speak in a language he did not understand if clicks, whistles and beeps could even be considered a language.

He looked away and pressed his hands to his ears when the downed mech let out a strangled cry of pain. He rushed back into his hole, hiding from the world. He didn't even think of turning on his iPod to block the noise, fearing they could hear him.

He pitied the injured mech. Now he was certain that these...robots were sentient. His hunger, his cold, heck – even his need to use the bathroom were all forgotten just by hearing the wails of pain of the chained robot. Jazz wished there was a way he could stop them. He wanted them to stop hurting that robot. But he knew revealing himself would just lead to them killing him on the spot. So Jasper "Jazz" Evans waited.

Although it seemed to last all day, only a couple of hours have passed when the beating finally stopped. He peaked out only to resist the urge to hurl. The fallen robot was covered in pink liquids. It was leaking from everywhere and the robot appeared to have lost consciousness. The visored black and white robot with horn like things did not look pleased. Again, Jazz didn't understand what they said to each other, but waited for the two robots to leave. And when they had left the room, he emerged from his "safe" place.

He slowly approached the downed robot. "Hello?" He asked, but somehow knew that it wouldn't understand him, but he tried anyway "Hello? Are you ok?" He berated himself for that absolutely stupid question. Of course it was not okay!

He stopped just in front of its face that was now lying on the cold floor. More of the pink substance was leaking from it's...mouth? He gently brushed what appeared to be its cheek hoping to get at least a small response in order to determine that the robot was even alive.

"God, Ah hope you'll be okay," Jazz muttered. Funny, because of his situation, he didn't know what was going to happen to himself and yet, here he was, worried for someone else.

He got no response, as expected, and sat cross-legged in front of it. Jasper watched it for a while. There must be something he could do? And yet there was nothing. Jazz sat miserably in front of the robot. He briefly wondered if it could sleep or dream even? An idea popped in his head as he slowly started to sing a lullaby.

Please God please what happened to our dreams
we're losing hope so we invest in dope to feel our vacant feelings

So here's your lullaby
no boy don't cry just rest your head and go to bed your time will come to fly
away

never a day just dream your life away
sleep...

His song faded, unfinished. A frown was growing on his handsome human features. What was he doing? Singing to a being he didn't even know what it was and that could kill him in a blink of an eye.

"Man, what a mess," He ran a hand over his face. Never the less, the small human stood up and went closer to the injured robot's face. Jazz didn't dare touch the pink stuff that was flowing from various places on the robot's frame. He traced what he thought was lips and came to realize that they were quite soft and warm. As he explored the broken body, the human found out that its whole body was warm, even though it was made of metal. As he reached the back of the robot, Jasper raised an eyebrow at the wing-like looking appendage that emerged from the robot's back. Both were crushed. He gently brushed his finger over one of them and the reaction he got was immediate.

Prowl jerked awake as pain flooded him mind. He quickly searched for the enemy but found none. But the captured SIC dared not calm down. His session with Soundwave and Gundrop was...brutal, to say the least.

With sensors now offline, he couldn't feel but rather saw the small organic rodent from earlier backing away from him, fear evident in its small body.

"W-Wheeljack and-d Perceptor would be thrilled to meet y-you." He rasped, vocalizer hitching. Maybe it was because of his offline battle computer that he was even talking to the organic, but Prowl right now just didn't care.

The rodent stopped backing away and cocked its head to the side in wonder.

"C-Can you understand me?" But Prowl didn't. The small being didn't stop. He knew the robot was sentient, he just needed to find a way to communicate with it.

"You" Jazz pointed at the robot. "Are you okay?" He motioned for his body. But the robot just stared at him lost. Jazz sighed and approached the injured bot.

Prowl instinctively flinched away, causing the smaller form to halt in its tracks. Jasper licked his lips and tried a new tactic "Jazz" He pointed at himself. "Jazz" He repeated. It was much simpler to pronounce if he used his nickname.

"Jazz" The organic jumped when the robot repeated its name in perfect English.

"Yes! Yes! I'm Jazz!" He motioned at himself again and came closer, but this time it didn't flinch.

'Jazz' Prowl thought. Was that his designation? Nonsense. Organics weren't sentient. And yet it was getting harder to believe that as he continued to observe the small creature. The injured bot heard something. What was it? Such a wonderful sound. Where was it coming from? He looked at the organic in from of him and realized that the noise was coming from it...no Jazz. The noise was coming from Jazz.

Jazz started singing again, hoping to soothe the injured bot and it seemed that the robot liked him. He smiled, gaining confidence and resumed his singing. He hadn't sung since...the accident but right now, it just seemed right.

It was wonderful, Prowl realized. He could listen to that for ages and not get tired but very soon it ended. Prowl realized with disappointed that time must flow faster for the organic.

He motioned for Jazz to continue singing by slowly lifting his hand. At first Jazz backed away, but when he saw no threat in that movement, he stilled. Prowl, as gently as he could, brushed his large hand over the small organic and whispered.

"Again" That seemed to coax the human to start singing again. Prowl off lined his optics, enjoying something for the first time in a deca-cycle.

The organic was sentient. Prowl was certain of it. It did not react purely on instincts all of the time. And no organic he knew of emitted such wonderful sounds.

The song quickly ended like the first one and the organic looked at him expecting something. It (Jazz, he had to remember that) Jazz pointed at his energon stains.

"I'm alright for now. The flow has stopped." Prowl informed him but Jazz was lost. The SIC thought for a moment before he opened automatically his subspace. Jazz peaked inside and saw what appeared to be a cloth. The 'cons only stripped him of his weapons.

Jazz, taking the hint, went and took out the cloth that was pretty much as big as him, but he would make it work. He slowly approached Prowl's face and when in range, he started to gently clean the drying energon.

"Sorry" Jazz said when Prowl flinched. The SIC was able to decipher that word due to the expression of Jazz and stored it in his banks with all of the other words he had come to understand. He was more than capable of creating a language which would allow him to communicate with this being, all he needed was time.

Luckily, as Jazz cleaned the broken robot, Prowl realized that he had all of the time in the world for that.

AN : Sorry for the grammar. I'm currently trying to improve it. Jasper's speech is in italics since Prowl doesn't understand him (none of his kind will). He doesn't even know that he is a human (because he doesn't even know what a human is)

And yes, that right. Gundrop looks exactly like Jazz from G1 but only with a red visor. D

Sooo hate, love, don't know? 0.O

Thank you for reading! ^^