May Primus be with you.
On the last chapter of Jazz's Carried Away Mission…
When Jazz had recovered, he was given a mission to identify if there was still a Decepticon lurking near an abandoned warehouse. When he got there, it was a thing that he didn't expect from a place where 'Cons could be hiding. There were too many humans and they were partying! He got himself into a mess after entering but got the fun out of it. It was a worth-it night, yes… but what about the mission? Has he already forgotten?
After being skedaddled with the crowd and away from his new and interesting friend, Jazz found his holoform in a daze. He was still at the site, not leaving like the others had.
He doesn't know why but he thinks that he was forgetting something here that made his processor ache in thinking what it was. What had he forgotten? He blinked in confusion as he replayed his memory from earlier only to get distracted by the events with the said friend.
It took quite a full cycle before he moved again and decided to go back to the base. He wasn't his self all the way there as he rode across the terrains and got back dam. He didn't even greet the soldier stationed there like he always do and just went in.
When he got to Rachet, his feet had stopped in motion and stood there still. For a few kliks, the resident CMO had greeted him that went unnoticed until he bust a wire and threw a wrench at the SIC in rage of being ignored. He also did that to take the silver mech's processor away from the trance he was in. He felt satisfied as his trusted wrench did the trick and gave him an additional of a howl of pain.
"Jazz! You slaggin' piece of scrapmetal! What in the pit are you processing that you came here on autopilot?! What if there was a 'Con near and saw you like that?! May Primus give mercy on you… I'll deactivate you myself for being a glitchead!" Rachet said as he squint his optics. The minibot… even though was staring at him, was doing it again…
With a loud clunk of metal on metal resonating in the air, Jazz now sported two dents. "OW! Fer' the love of Primus! RACHET! What da slag is wit' ya?! I'm no 'Con t' ya t' hit! Fraggin wrenches!" Jazz angrily shot back at the older bot as he came to his self again, maybe this time… for good or until Rachet is finished with him.
"And you're telling me that?! Hah! You were the one here ain't processin' straight!" Rachet shouted as he subspaced his wrench that gleamed in a promise that it will be back.
"Wait… I'm at the base?" The Silver Pontiac Solstice just now realizes that he was in the Med bay as he observe his surroundings. That action made its owner feel worried about what was happening with the mech. He turned and took his datapads from his desks to review if he had missed something from Jazz on-lining to his check ups.
"Rachet…?" a deep and soothing voice of their leader had filled the halls as it went through the med 'bots sensitive audios.
"...Jazz was reported to have come back, is he here?" Continued the voice as the owner came through the large door of the room that fits him and his comrades. He then, had caught sight of Jazz… then rotated his head to look at Rachet who was looking worriedly at his SIC.
"Jazz…?" Optimus called out and stood straight at the side along with their Weapon Specialist who had followed after hearing the commotion.
"Rachet, is he alright?" The big guy had asked when he had was given no response from the mech.
"Maybe the Decepticreeps were really lurkin' there, Prime. They may have attached a virus in Jazz's processor to be glitching like that." The black mech said as he looked over Jazz's frozen state.
"No… My scans had told me that he is physically fine… even his psych and his systems show that he had no infiltration or viruses… I just don't know what got the slag in loop… He came in on autopilot, Optimus. He had only realized that he was back just a few kliks ago…" The doc gave his patient another scan and saw that there was really nothing amiss…
The three mechs stared at the smallest of them awaiting a response but none was given. The blue and red 'bot sighed and spoke up, calling his stilled SIC.
"Jazz… Please report. What happened last night? Is there a Decepticon there?" After that was silence again.
A minute of pause had passed until Jazz perked up, his optics and helm darting from left to right. He then noticed the crowd that was already short on wires. "Hi 'ya guys… Prime… uhh…?" He greeted again but was confused seen the crowd.
"Jazz, I'm glad that you are now with us but can you tell us what happened on your mission? Why are you not responding?" Optimus asked patiently but keeping a keen optic on his actions as well as the others.
"If ya had a hard time with the task, ya could have asked for some back up." Ironhide added which made the mech blink.
"Huh?" The pressured mech was confused again for another klik before everything they were saying clicked into his processor.
"Oh slag! Dat'z what I fergot! I 'ad been carried 'way, Prime… I fergot 'bout da assignment!… sorrehh…" Jazz apologized as he scratched the back of his helm.
All the bots, minus Jazz, blinked in shock at him. Jazz had forgotten his mission? That was a first. Of all the mechs they had known, Jazz was one of them who does takes mission seriously, putting it as a primary objective along with the safety of others. He was second to Prowl who was their tactician in never loosing sight of the main objective. Even if there were difficulties on the way, they would still come back with a mission accomplished. What had made their long, dear good friend and SIC loose sight of his mission?
Rachet was the one who spoke for all of them. Maybe Jazz has still some recovering to do.
"Okay, Jazz… you are in medical arrest again… No complains!" Rachet shouted at the mech who was about to throw a fit until the 'bot suddenly realize that his friend and pit wrench was there. Jazz sulked as he turned and walk to sit on what he proclaimed 'his' berth. He rubbed the dents that still cry out from pain. Deep slagging dents from the pit wrench.
The other Autobots heard him grumble series of Cybertronian profanities to Earth dialects while kick the air angrily.
That left the other mechs to look at each other and contemplate on what had happened…
Soon, they'll find out but in the mean time, Jazz was to be not let out of their site. If Primus gave them back their SIC, He won't hesitate to take him back to the Well.