Primus:Since Jazz has taken JG to Ratchet, I guess I'm stuck doing this. JG does not own Transformers, though she does own most of the OC's, whatever that means. She would also like to say (giving his best impression of JG) 'Thank you to all my awesome reviewers for...well... reviewing.'
"A memory lasts forever, Never does it die. True friends stay together And never said goodbye"
By: Unknown
Ch. 2
Goodbyes and Hellos...
Three days, three long unnerving days. Blair slowly entered the room where she had last left her new house guest. The room in its self wasn't much to look at: plain light blue wall paper covered each wall, a single lonely celling fan adorned the roof, a small desk at the head of the wooden twin-sized bed, a dark brown dresser took up the remaining wall beside the closet, a window allowed light pour into the room right above the bed, where at that particular moment, the prone figure of a man now lay.
Blair took a few steps closer to the bed, trying to be as quiet as possible, but not doing to well seeing as she over filled the bowl of water in her hands, splashing over the edges with every step she took. This normally wouldn't be a bad thing if it weren't for the fact that it was hot water, really hot water.
Finally making it to the bed, Blair set down the bowl, rubbing her slightly burned skin. Once the slight pain had passed, Blair looked over at her new house-mate (it would be a little odd to call him a roommate). His shoulder length black hair still covered the right side of his face, just as it had when she had brought him here.
Reaching out to grab the moist washcloth she spoke:
"I still can't believe I was able to get you in here. You way a ton! It didn't help that I fell over like 50 times!" Rolling her eyes as she recalled the incident.
Flashback
A load 'CRASH' followed closely by a yelp, which sounded strangely like the sound an injured animal would make, broke the silence of the late afternoon. It hadn't taken her quite as much time to get the man out of the car as it had to get him in, unfortunately she forgot to factor in his weight, so when she finally stood up, back down she went.
"Crazy! Why do you have to be out cold right now!"Blair mumbled coming to grips with the fact that she really hated gravity right now. "Come on lets get you inside and lying on something softer then asphalt or me!"
Rummaging through he coat pocket she finally found her keys. Deftly she found the right key and opened the door. Maneuvering around the hallway table and into the living room, kicking the door shut as she walked away.
Quickening her pace when caught sight of the guest room door, Blair stopped thinking about where she was going, only to walk straight into the coffee table.
This time a loud 'SMACK' resounded from the point of impact, when Blair's face meet cold glass.
'I need to stop doing this!!' Blair screamed in her head, looking over unconscious appendage for any new injuries. Finding none, and satisfied with that fact, she stood slowly and started off once again, this time watching where she was going.
After about 15 minuets of slow progress and a series of tripping over this and that Blair had finally gotten the mystery man to the guest room and had laid him down.
She took off his sunglasses so he wouldn't hurt himself as he slept, silently hoping that she wouldn't wake him. Setting them on the desk at the head of the bed, she got up and made her way to the bathroom, grabbing the first washcloth she could find, running it under warm water and heading back to where she had left the sleeping man.
End flashback
She'd repeated this process, of wetting down a washcloth and replying it to his forehead, only after it had been reheated, for the past three days. Standing back up she crept over to the radio that was on the dresser.
"I don't think he would mind if I put on some music if I kept the volume down." She said out loud, turning the volume down before she pressed the 'On' button. Quickly finding a station that she liked, Blair returned back to her post.
Silently she hummed with the music.
Sometimes love, feels like pain, and sometimes I wonder if it's
all the same, sometimes life, feels just like rain, cause you never
know, when it's gonna
fall down on you
I wish you well, I wish you well, on this trip to find yourself, I wish you well, wish I could help, but I can't help you find yourself
Sometimes faith, feels like doubt, and sometimes I wonder if
we'll even get out, sometimes life hurts just like now, but ya gotta
know, it's all gonna
come back around
I wish you well, I wish you well, on this trip to find yourself, I wish you well, wish I could help, but I can't help you find yourself
find yourself,
I can't help you find yourself,
find
yourself..
and we were sixte-
A slight groan caused Blair to snap back to reality and remember someone else was in the room. Lifting her head from the position it was previously in, lying on her arms, she started at the blue eyes that seemed to grab and hold her gaze...
Darkness. Only darkness. No light, anywhere.
"Jazz?" A voice asked.
"Hello" Jazz asked, not liking the fact that he couldn't see who he was talking to.
"Jazz?" The voice asked again, still just as kind and as patient as it had been before.
"Wh-who are you?!" Jazz called out, hoping to get an answer.
"You have a second cha-"
The sound of someone humming reached his ears, cutting off the voice before it could finish and tearing him away from the darkness, that only seconds before threatened to consume him.
A small groan escaped his lips as he tried to sit up. Once successfully propped up on one elbow, he looked around only to have his gaze meet by a girl.
Both stayed like that for God knows how long. Wondering what would happen if the other spoke.
Finally after much contemplation, Jazz spoke.
"Umm...Hi." He paused a moment to figured out exactly what he was going to say next. After a quick mental debate with himself, he went ahead and asked what was on his mind.
"So...Ya got a name?"
Slightly confused at the man who was speaking, she didn't hear his question until he tapped her on the head.
"Are ya alright?"
Blair could only nod her head.
"Whatcha's name?" Jazz asked again, hoping she would respond or something.
"Blair. Blair Richards. You?"
Jazz opened his mouth to speak, but closed it when he found out that he didn't know what he was going to say.
"I don know." He finally said, looking downwards, unsure of anything at the moment.
"Really you don't know?" Blair asked, concerned for the guy in front of her. He shook his head up and down. "Well what is the last thing you remember?"
"Someone calling out 'Jazz'. What ever dat's s'posed to mean." His voice barely above a whisper.
"Well now," Blair said, catching him of guard. He looked up. "What I mean is, there you go. Your name."
He looked at her. A puzzled expression on his face.
Shaking her head she explained. "Normally one will remember their name, even when they remember nothing else. At least...that's what I've heard." She smiled.
'Jazz'. It didn't sound have bad to him. Actually it seemed to fit him perfectly. He smiled and she laughed. Hesitating for a second he joined in.
The next few hours were spent getting Jazz reacquainted with food and telling him of the previous day's events, including the falling.
Meanwhile on the base of giant alien robots
"I cant believe it has been three days since we got this place up and running." A large black mech said while cleaning one of his two canons.
"Ya. And two days since any of us has seen Ratchet." A slightly smaller yellow mech said, his voice full of worry.
"Come on 'Bee. Ratchet can take care of himself."
"I know Ironhide, but still that doesn't make me worry any less."
Ironhide shook his head, giving the giant alien robot version of a sigh. "Bumblebee, relax."
"Where are you superstar. Where everything
is wherever you
are. Where there's no limit to how far. Where are you superstar."
Blasted from Bumblebee's speakers scaring the trigger happy mech
beside him, causing him to jump.
"BUMBLEBEE!!" Ironhide managed to yell before Bumblebee begin to play the same song again.
"How are you content. Within the walls of safety.
Taking
free away from me. Where are you superstar. Where everything is
wherever you are. Where there's no limit to how far.
Where are you superstar. Where are you superstar. Where
everything is wherever you are. Where there's no limit to how far.
Where are you superstar.
Where are you superstar. Where everything
is wherever you are. Where there's no limit to how far. Where are you
superstar. Where are you superstar.
Where everything is wherever you are. Where there's no limit to how far. Where are you superstar." He blasted again. This time gaining the attention of the humans and Optimus.
"We know it's hard, but you need to be strong." Optimus said as laid a hand on Bumblebee's shoulder.
"Besides," Ironhide continued, ignoring the looks he got from his leader, "Jazz wouldn't want us to be all hung up on his death, now would he?" Bumblebee shook his head as he thought about what Ironhide had just said, while everyone else in the room, Sam, Mikaela , Epps, Lennox, and Optimus, just stared at him, wondering if they had heard him correctly or if they were all sharing some weird post-battle dream.
Everyone was taken out of their daze by yet another song blasting from Bumblebee's speakers,
"I know that you, you are busy living your own life
I can't make you, make you give me all of your time But I just wish it could be like it was yesterday I think it stinks that these stupid problems got in the way"
Ironhide just gave Bumblebee a questioning look before he asked, "You done yet?"
"So let's go back now to the times that were fun I'm so sick of the lies that someone else's mind has won I don't care what they think, I don't care who all cares I just don't want you to leave" Blasted in response. Ironhide just shook his head and gave another robotic sigh. Then silence. Bumblebee looking at the ground, Ironhide looking like he was about to harm Bumblebee and everyone else just looking on waiting for something to happen. After about five minuets of this Bumblebee broke the silence. "Now I'm done." With that Ironhide fell out of the chair he had, until recently, been sitting in. Sam and Mikaela started laughing hysterically, which earned them an evil glance from Ironhide, who was picking himself off the floor. Will and Epps were trying hard not to laugh but when that attempt failed, decided to give in. Optimus just smiled and thought 'Maybe life here on Earth will not be that bad'
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JG: (skips into room, yells) I'm baaaacckkkkk!!
Primus: Do you have to yell?? (rubs audio receptors)
JG: (yells again) YES!!
Primus: Gahhhhhhh!! (places hands over audio receptors)
JG: Ha ha! (walks over to Primus) So ya miss me?
Primus: Not really. (sits down on couch) You missed doing the Disclaimer though.
JG: Crap!
Primus: I took care of it for you and I tried to do it like you would, though I don't think that I succeeded.
JG: I'm sure you did fine and thank you! (hugs Primus)
Primus: (stares blankly) uuhhhhhhh...(cont. To stare blankly)
JG: (turning attention back to readers) Thank you for reading! I'll try to update soon! Oh and the music in this chapter is 'Wish you well' by Thousand Foot Krutch, 'Superstar' by Stellar Kart, and 'Let's go back' by Everyday Sunday.
Primus: (rolls optics)
JG: What!!
Primus: Nothing. Nothing.
JG: Humph. (turning attention back to readers) Anyway, if you haven't noticed in last chapter there was a song that kinda had a hidden meaning. In this chapter there was also a song that had a hidden meaning, and no it is none of the ones that Bumblebee used, if that gives it away!! And if anyone can guess who that voice inside Jazz's head was/is I'll give you a box of cyber-cookies!! Yay for bribery!!
