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Another OOC will be introduced in this chapter:
Zack: Age 18, Caucasian, weakness: N/A, Partner: Hotshot
Disclaimer: Also, there is a part in here where Sparkle zaps Jazz in the aft with a painful Boost Ok, if you look on the site deviantart and type in 'transformers boost ok' you'll find a comic explaining exactly what a Boost Ok is… except for this Boost Ok Sparkle isn't doing any grabbing. It's quite hilarious and I highly recommend you go read it.
Dea/Jazz cuteness
Ratchet/Sparkle cuteness
Chapter 3:
Optimus didn't think it queer at all that in the last day and a half, Jazz had been found again and again conversing in whispers with Ratchet. No, he didn't think so at all, seeing as it was the most reasonable response to getting such demeaning paint jobs by two underhanded demonically cute as a button human females.
Females who were walking together from the kitchen talking adamantly amongst themselves, "So I said to him, 'Yes, sneezes are ooohhhh soooo sinister!" Dea giggled lightly, tugging at a lock of her red hair, "He's such a little pansy sometimes."
"I think Jazz is picking up on my superstitions." Diana commented, "I mean, the other day I told him that sneezing was a way of getting rid of demons. Which, I was totally joking about. These transformers... err at least most of them take what I say WAY too seriously sometimes."
Dea's brows raised, and she let a grand smile come to her face, "That could come in handy!" The red head shoved her hands into the pocket of her hoodie as they walked, "You ever get the feeling though that you're being plotted against?" It was taking all of her might not to itch her left arm like crazy...
"Sometimes... but I don't know if I've pushed Stalker over the edge of his polite attitude toward me to get plotted against. Someday I think I'll go too far... until then I'm enjoying control." she laughed then stopped, "But seriously someday I'm gonna get a serious backfire." Diana looked back at Dea chewing on her thumbnail, "Why do you ask?"
She waved off the part about Stalker, it was highly doubtful, "He's still got a few more years ahead of him before he goes off the deep end." Shrugging, she quickened their pace to their quarters, "No reason, just a random thought it all."
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"Well what if we--"
"No."
"Why not?!" Jazz just didn't understand how Ratchet could always tell what someone was about to say.
"It could hurt them."
Jazz growled, "They hurt me!" Ratchet quirked an eye ridge at the silver mech, "Okay, so maybe it was my pride they hurt, but it still stung..."
The medic rubbed his temples, giving a deep sigh to show his frustration, "Why is it so difficult to come up with revenge for two human girls?"
"Because they're human girls."
"Maybe so."
Jazz twitched in annoyance, trying to think, "Not only that they're the queens of prank... next to the twins but I-."
The lieutenant and doctor gave each other a look.
"Hey-." Jazz started.
"No."
"What?! Why not! They would be the perfect two to ask for help."
"Because the twins specialty is torturing other transformers, not humans." Ratchet explained, "They could do something worse."
The lieutenant whined very uncharacteristically, "Why not?!"
Ratchet glared, "I said no and that's final. I don't need the safety of our human charges weighing on my mind. I'm a doctor first and it's unethical for me to throw aside my profession for--"
Jazz cut his rant off prematurely, "Alright! Okay, I get it. No twins." The medic nodded, leaning back in his chair as he tried to think of what he - a transformer - could do to them - humans. Fragile, frail, squishy humans.
"Indian Torture?" Jazz tried. The yellow bot blinked.
"What?"
"I guess you restrain them, then poke them in the same spot continuously... It wouldn't do any damage to them physically, and if we poke them in the sides where the females tend to be ticklish, then it's even worse."
The medic grinned evilly, causing Jazz to shrink away, "It seems you do have a CPU after all."
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"You know what Dea?" the dark haired girl leaned back on her bed attempting to braid her own long hair and failing, "I had a weird dream last night." Dea grinned, "Psh! No not that kinda dream." Diana rolled her eyes, "I had a dream of tickle torture... I wasn't quite sure who was the torture-er and who was the torture-ee though."
The red head rubbed at her arm, "I don't like the sound of your dream..." Shuddering lightly she continued, "If they knew how ticklish I was, Jazz would have a field day! He sort of beats us in size."
The dark haired teen shrugged nonchalantly.
Dea rolled her eyes and leaped forward, poking Diana in her side, "RAPE!"
Diana stared at the other, "Que?!"
"I poked you so you've been raped. Now if I do this (she poked Diana on the butt) you've been butt raped." Dea snickered, "So your virginity for the day has been stolen by (she pointed to herself with both hands) yours truly."
"Oh ya!!" Diana poked Dea really hard in the side, "Your virginity for the day has been stolen too!"
"Ack!"
The girls ran out of the room giggling and chasing each other with the poke.
Dea ran past Jazz -- or at least started to -- and yelped when she was flown into the air and gingerly caught by an evil looking Jazz, Ratchet not to far off with a squirming Diana, "I hate your dreams!!"
"My dreams?!? It was your itch and you know it!"
"MY itch?! You had the dream before I got my itch!!"
While the two bickered, they were being taken to Ratchet's med bay, and they continued to be oblivious until a large metallic click, the click of a door locking, brought them back to the situation at hand.
"Oh this can't be good."
"Au contraire my finely haired females." Jazz purred.
"This is perfectly good for you." Ratchet grinned.
Diana really didn't like that maniacal grin. She got her hand free and pointed at Dea, "It was her evil influence! I'm innocent!" she pleaded.
Dea got over the shell shock of her friend's betrayal quickly; survival of the fittest, it was human nature. Instead, she retained her Dea-ness and turned to give Jazz a funny look, "Finely haired females?? That must have taken you all day huh?"
Ratchet coughed past a fit of giggles as Jazz glared at the girl, "Let's see if you're so feisty after I'm done with you."
"Are you getting revenge for the paint job or for the other number we did on you?" Dea asked with a sly smile and a wink, causing Jazz to flush and drop her a little harshly onto the table, where her arms and legs where bound.
Diana, lying next to her in the same position snorted, "Now is not the time for flirting you two."
Ratchet laughed manically, "Yes, now is the time for torture."
"FLIRT AWAY!!!"
Ratchet was the first to move.
"MAH!! Wait Ratchet!!" Diana cried. She heaved a sigh of relief when he stopped reaching for her, "This is the first time I've pulled a prank on you! Does it really need a retaliation of... chains and... whatever else you're planning?" Diana asked quickly.
Jazz and Ratchet looked at each other.
"Yes." the doctor said.
"Shit."
Dea squirmed at the digits that were inching closer and closer to her sides, causing her to giggle at her foolishness. Jazz seemed perplexed as the giggles turned into snickers, then a snort, which turned into full out laughter.
The two mechs exchanged scared looks. Had they broken Dea?
In an effort to get out of there, she called the one person who would have the power to beat them up and get away with it. Taking a deep breath, Dea screamed, "GRAAMMAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"
The two froze in confusion, not knowing who she was referring to with a human title until the door caved in on itself, an angry Elita One standing in the door way, "What are you two doing to them?"
Jazz was the first to react, "ANGRY FEMME RUN AWAY!!!"Being smaller and faster anyways, Jazz managed to dodge the female commander's hand, he rolled away and kept Elita on one side of the table since there was only one door to this office. Ratchet however wasn't so lucky and was slammed against the floor. Elita planted a sharp heel on his back and glared at Jazz on the other side of the room.
Diana blinked, "Since when did you start calling Elita and Optimus your Grandparents?"
Dea shrugged, a movement that hurt in their current positions, "It might have been when they were fighting like my grandparents on my father's side do."
Elita reached over and undid the chains, "Yes, she said something along the lines of 'spoons and forks being thrown and another hole in the roof of the bedroom.'" Dea snickered and sat up, "It was brilliant."
Ratchet grumbled something from the floor, and the two girls leaned over the edge to hear him better, "So cloose... sooooo clllooooossseeeee..." He sobbed slightly, continuing with his mantra, "Sooo clooosssseeee!"
"What's going on?" Sparkle asked from the door, having been attracted by the commotion.
Elita glanced at the other femme, "Sparkle, would you be so kind as to catch that cruel prankster in the corner while I deal with this one? They were trying to torture our poor dears." she picked up the girls and set them on the floor where they scampered to the door.
"Yeah Glittercheeks! They were being really mean to us!" Diana emphasized.
Jazz shrank back as Sparkle stomped over to him where he was trapped in the corner.
Dea managed to catch a cry of 'BOOST OKAY!' followed by a loud zap and high pitched girly scream before they were around the corner and gone, "Oh my god, we are untoucha--"
"Rape!"
"... GET BACK HERE YOU!"
Giggling, the two ran into the kitchen, where Zack was sitting with Zan, watching the drone exchange verbal blows with the lemon.
"You tell him!" Dea chirped as she pulled out some fruit juice, "I'll help you make lemonade with him later!" Diana laughed and sat down next to Zack, who look perplexed.
"You ladies okay? You're both flushed."
Dea shrugged and took a gulp of the liquid, "Lots of raping and running."
The male's eyes grew wide, and he shook his head slowly back to watch Zan yell at the lemon, "Not going to ask..."
"Yeah it's probably best not to." Diana grinned and poked her guyfriend who flinched away.
"Oh his virginity's lost." Dea snorted, almost choking since her drink was only half way down.
"You two are weird!" Zack complained, swatting Diana's hand away when she went for a second poke.
"Hey!" Dea frowned, "That is an understatement!"
"I concur."
She leaned onto her elbows, finishing of the drink with one final gulp, "So any idea of what we should do now?"
"Something normal or more blackmail?" Diana asked, trying to sneak a rape poke.
Dea shook her head, "No more blackmail for a while. We shouldn't try to push our luck so early." She tapped her chin in thought, "We could go to the mall?"
"Sounds good, I want to go get something shiney and pretty." Diana laughed.
"ooo shiney!" Zan held up an earring.
"Hey that's mine!" Diana made a grab for the jewelry but the drone hopped off the opposite side of the table, "Get back here you thief!!... or the orange gets it!" she picked up an orange from the fruit bowl and threatened to peel it.
Dea laughed and followed suit, running down the hallway after Diana with Zack's wrist in her grip, "We can go in Hotshot!" squealed the red head. Side spinning past a limping Jazz, she pulled Zack close to her and kissed him on the cheek, giving him a wink and a smile, "Thanks for the ride by the way!"
Zack blushed badly, "You're welcome?" and Jazz suddenly found himself fuming.
"Hey hey that's my guyfriend, only I can kiss him." Zack was attacked on the other cheek, "Ack!!"
Hotshot snickered in the corner, "Jee Zack, the femmes are all over you today."
"Shut up!" the young man yelled, grabbing the hostage orange from Diana's hand and smacking Hotshot on the forehead with it. Zan squeaked in fright, ditching the earring (which Diana promptly scooped up) and ran, making a dramatic slide across the floor and catching the orange.
The little drone wiped his brow, "shew."
Hotshot transformed as Dea scowled, "Aww! That's not fair, I don't have nobody to kissy with then!" She grinned at the silver bot seen in the corner of her vision as she slid into the back of Hotshot, "Bye Jazz."
Zack looked at the girl from the driver's seat, "That is just cruel."
She blinked innocently at the male, "Whatever are you talking about?"
Hotshot revved his engine displeasingly, "The lieutenant is not happy..." Dea's brows rose in honest surprise, and her mouth clamped shut as she contemplated what that could mean.
Ratchet came out rubbing his face, "Slag femmes can hit hard... hey, what's wrong with you Jazz?"
Jazz shook his head, rubbing his own face, "I have no idea..." he pinched the bridge of his nose in thought, "But I think I'm jealous."
The medic blinked, "Jealous?" He raised a brow, "This wouldn't have anything to do with our new addition would it?"
"No of course not! She's too annoying." Jazz replied a little too quickly.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Liar."
"Shut up."
"Oh so you do like our new addition?"
Jazz's optic twitched, and he scoffed forcefully, "Naaoooow..." He shook his head, "Nooooooo..." He nodded in conviction(sort of), "Course not!" His shoulders sagged, "Okay, she's a little funny... a little!"
Ratchet snickered at the sight of a perturbed lieutenant, and started in the opposite direction, throwing a lazy "If you say so..." over his shoulder.
Jazz muttered something very rude in their language. As soon as the doctor was out of sight however he transformed and rolled out, following the route normally taken back to the city. He made sure to stay out of Hotshot's scanner range though.
Dea leaned between the two to turn up the radio, head banging - much to Zack's amusement - to the music as they flew down the highway.
Diana shouted over the music, "You're going to kill my ears!"
"I'll do that when I scream!" cried Dea, breaking out into horrible air guitar, "WAOW!"
The two in the front laughed and shook their heads, but nodded along to the music. Zack slowed down and pulled off onto their exit, Hotshot revved the engine as the mall came into view quickly.
Diana's ears seemed slightly muted when they stepped out of Hotshot, "Ow..." she complained, before pulling out her pack that had Stalker inside in his alt form. None of them noticed the sneaking Pontiac picking a parking place not too far from them.
Dea poked Stalker with a giggle, "Say, want to play some music?" Diana and Stalker both shouted, "NO!" and the red head couldn't contain her laughter, and she grabbed onto Zack to keep standing, the male latching onto her in worry.
"Jesus Dea!" Zack cried, helping her to stand straight again, his fingers wrapped around her upper arm just in case.
"Daw! You're to kind." giggled Dea, her free hand on her stomach as Diana rolled her eyes at the two.
Angry heat radiate off of his spark chamber then stopped himself, why was he getting so riled up about Dea touching a human male? He could tell from his scans that there was no sexual tension. So why the jealousy? He flinched away when she touched him, so why be bothered?
The two girls squealed and ran in the direction of the movie posters hanging next to the opening for the theater. Jazz mentally frowned, humans in a dark, enclosed space lead to bad things... Especially when there was a male involved.
"We should see a scary movie!!" Diana cried, pointing at the latest thriller. Dea shook her head wildly.
"NOoooo!!!! How about not. Let's watch a comedy, so we can laugh. Not a thriller so you two can laugh at me." Zack snorted and outvoted her with his finger, pointing at the thriller, "COME ON!"
"Zack you get middle seat." Diana said as they headed inside.
"Why me?"
"So that when Dea freaks she can grab someone and snuggle with them."
Jazz fumed, revving his engine, growling. The rest of the conversation drowned out since they'd entered the theatre. He proceeded to hack the surveillance systems.
"Well then what about you?" Zack asked, not noticing Dea's angry face behind him directed at Diana.
She held up her backpack, "I got my own snuggly to snuggle with."
"'Snuggly'?!" Stalker snarled, "I am not a snuggly teddy bear!"
Dea scoffed, "Yeah right. Like I'll freak." Diana laughed in a 'yeah right' manner as they paid for their tickets, "But just in case, stay close to me Zack... Stay close."
The male frowned and looked at the girl hiding herself behind him, "We aren't even in the theater room yet." She smacked him and yelled for him to shut up in Spanish, along with a few other choice words.Jazz watched the exchange from the safety of the parking lot, but not liking this at all. Not. At. All.
As the movie started, Dea was already pulling her knees to her chin hugging them tightly. Diana continued to whisper random stuff to Zack, that being the only way beside Stalker in her lap to keep her nerves calm enough to stay sitting right in her chair. She was pretty weak when it came to thrillers as well but it was fun when you went with friends.
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Sparkle sat in the mess hall stirring her digit in a cube of energon, the energies whirling around inside almost entrancing. She sighed and prodded the cube.
Arcee waved goodbye to Bee as she came into the cafeteria, and spotted Sparkle almost immediately - she spotted the high grade before that. She grabbed a cube and pulled up a seat next to the red femme, "What're you doin' here by your lonesome?"
Sparkle raised an eye ridge, "Who else would I be here with?"
The small magenta femme snickered, "Well Ratchet of course!"
Sparkle dropped her cube, she cleared her vocals and got up to grab a rag and clean up the mess, "I don't know what you're talking about." she replied.
Arcee pretended to be confused, "No? I was sure there was something going on there." The femme shrugged, "Perhaps I misheard him then."
"Misheard who saying what?" Sparkle asked in a warning tone.
The magenta bot smothered a smirk, "Something about an adorable red femme in the base..."
Sparkle huffed, but her anger was outshone by her warming cheekplates, "Yeah right." she muttered, finishing her cleaning job, "Ratchet's too busy to notice anyone but the human femmes and his patients."
"It's not their fault they're so cute and squishy." Arcee smirked, "If you want to see the doctor so badly, why don't you get a reason?"
Sparkle paused in her clean-up, her wheels turning but she played innocent, "What do you mean?"
"Doesn't your stomach hurt?"
The red femme stood, "Why yes, it actually does."
Arcee snapped her fingers and pointed, "There's a reason! Go see the doc now!"
Sparkle frowned, "No, this doesn't need his attention. It'll go away soon it always does. I'd be wasting his precious time."
The magenta femme stomped a fist on the table, "You're missing my point!"
"It's just an ache! I said it'll go away! There's no need to go to Ratchet." Sparkle stated flatly.
Arcee growled, "Seeing Ratchet is the point you brainless git!" Bringing out her gun, she stated, "We can do this the easy way, or we can give you an actual reason for being in the doctor's office."
Sparkle blinked, finally catching on, "Oh..." She cleared her throat, "P-put your gun away Arcee! There's no need to resort to that for such a trifle little thing." Sparkle backed away with her hands up.
"I'm bored, and I feel like playing matchmaker so are you going the easy way or the hard way?"
Sparkle ducked out of the mess hall when she managed to get close to the door, wanting to get as far away as she could from the crazy femme.
"So the hard way... hehehe." Arcee put her canon away and gave chase.
Arcee rounded a corner, almost running into the adjacent wall from her speed. She could still see flashes of red every once and while, but it seems that for the most part the femme had lost Sparkle's trail, "Dammit..."
Rubbing at her lower lip, she began formulating plans. She smirked, and ran in the opposite direction - her destination: Ratchet's office.
Ratchet looked up pulling the equivalent of a pen out from between his lip plates as he took a moment from his work, "Arcee, it's not often I see you in my office, how're you?" he asked.
"Oh I'm dandy..." She switched from her soft smile to a slight look of concern, "But... No never mind... It's not my place."
Ratchet blinked, then stood slowly, rounding the table to stand in front of the femme, "Is something wrong with the human females?"
Arcee stared, thinking cruelly to herself Dammit Glittercheeks was right... "No, they're off somewhere keeping busy..." She lifted her hand to her chin and turned away, "Really, it's Sparkle's place to--OH!"
The medic frowned, bringing in the doctor side, "What's wrong with Sparkle, Arcee."
The femme took in the dangerous look, "Well... It's just that a very sensitive part of her seems to be broken, and she's a bit embarrassed about getting it fixed." Ratchet rolled his eyes.
"Please, I'm a professional Arcee. I've fixed just about everything on both mech and femme."
Arcee fought down a blush and an eye twitch. Instead she motioned for him to get closer. When he did so, she whispered two words that caused the refined doctor to fall promptly onto his aft.
"Her WHAT?!"
Arcee pretended to look very uncomfortable, "Oh I knew it wasn't my place to say!"
"No no! You did the right thing Arcee!" Ratchet stood up, "I'll go find Sparkle right away."
Arcee waited till the doctor was gone before doing a disco version of the victory dance.
Ratchet looked down either corridor, frowning when he saw no trace of the femme. He doubled back to the mess hall and was about to walk into it when he saw the red, and managed to pull himself out before Sparkle saw him.
"Okay," he mumbled to himself, "how do I do this tactfully..."
"Do what tactfully?"
Ratchet paused and looked to his right slowly. There - to his horror- stood Sparkle, her hand on her hip and looking a bit flustered.
"Uhhh..."
"Do you usually talk to yourself?"
The medic smirked, "It's a trait I've seemed to acquire from you."
Sparkle blushed, "ahem Well it's a bad habit don't fall into it."
"Well I came looking for you because someone said you were complaining of pain in your spark chamber, so I came. Pain in that area is a serious thing Sparkle! Why didn't you come to me sooner?"
Sparkle stared.
Arcee you sly fragger! This isn't fair!
She cleared her vocals, "No I'm totally fine, if Arcee told you that, it's a complete and utter lie."
Ratchet shook his head, "Why would anyone joke around about that sort of thing?"
Sparkle turned and started walking away to hide her heating face, "I'm fine, Doctor! Really I am!"
Oh when I get my digits on you Arcee you're going to be praying for a Decepticon raid!
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Arcee looked up from her energon cube. Bee looked from her to the area of her sudden interest, "Uh... Something wrong Arcee."
"Having one of those Dea moments."
"Something's going to happen but you suck at charades or whatever?"
"Pretty much."
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Dea flinched and buried her face into Zack's chest, screaming as quietly as she could so she wouldn't make his ears bleed, "Oh my god his head! He NEEDS that!!" Zack rolled his eyes and rubbed her back half heartedly - this was the fourteenth time she'd freaked.
Diana leaned over the male, "Do you need Jazz to come protect you?"
In the midst of her fear, Dea didn't comprehend herself as she shouted, "YES I NEED JAZZ DAMMIT!" She twitched and returned her face to Zack's chest, and the two blinked in confusion before they realized how scared Dea actually was.
"Should we leave?" asked Zack. The dark hair girl shook her head.
"Dea, why don't you go wait with Hotshot. We'll come get you after it's over." The girl nodded and stood, taking extra care to keep her face away from the screen, a woman's scream causing her to trip over a step on her way up.
"Wow, do you need me to take you to get something? Food perhaps?" asked Hotshot when Dea came running out into the parking lot straight for the sports car. He could tell her heart was racing beyond healthy measures and the adrenaline in her systems was through the roof.
Jazz pushed himself up slightly on his tires, trying to get a better look at Dea who was now laying curled up in Hotshot's back seat.
Dea's frame shook, her voice as well, though will all her might she was trying to make it not, "It was horrible.. I--" her voice broke, and she shuddered, "I can't take that kind of stuff at all..."
Hotshot's engine revved to show his concern, "I'm sorry... Is there anything I can do for you?" Dea took a moment to think, then sat up and rubbed at the small tears leaking from her eyes.
"Can you call Jazz? I feel safest with him." Hotshot didn't even have to, the Pontiac roaring up next to the Dodge Challenger without any warning, "Jazz!!"
"Dea are you okay?"
The human threw open the door and jumped into the waiting interior of the Solstice, "No, now drive!" Jazz did as instructed, peeling out of the parking lot as fast as he could.
Hotshot took a moment to register what just happened, "Diana might kill me for this..."
After a moment of silence Dea's pants pocket buzzed, when she answered it it was Diana, apologizing for not having listened. The conversation was short and sweet, no hard feelings.
"Um... soo... where do you want to go? Got some particular type of place you'd like to unleash your nerves on?" Jazz asked after Dea'd hung up the phone.
The red head said nothing, but crawled into the back seats and sprawled out, "Just keep driving." She said after a bit, "I love the sound of your engine..." Smiling sweetly, the girl decided to take a chance and tell the mech a secret.
"When I was little, my uncle and older cousin on my dad's side -my mom didn't have any siblings - decided it'd be funny to put on Halloween masks and chase me and the younger kids around the house... It was all fun and games until I got trapped in the corner, and my cousin didn't know when enough was enough." She frowned at the memory, "We watched Chucky that night... "
Jazz grumbled something about evil family members as she continued, "After Chucky we watched the Exorcist...And we just kept watching scary movie after scary movie..." She shuddered, "I was only seven!"
The Pontiac remained silent while the girl rambled on and on about her experiences with scary movies after that. When she was finished she sat up, blinking a few times, "Is that weird at all?"
"It was a traumatic experience."
"I suppose so."
Another moment of silence.
"Hey, why not come in the front seat?"
"Huh?"
"Just, get in the front seat."
"Ok fine." Dea jumped seats and Jazz wrapped his safety belt around her waist, "Let's go for a little joy ride."
Dea flipped through the radio stations absently, not noticing how far away from town they were getting, "Of all the times to forget my iPod in some other car..."
"You do that often?"
The red head snorted a laugh, "More often then I would like."
He snorted, and the hologram finally flickered off, much to Dea's dislike - the slightly tanned Hispanic that had been sitting next to her was a nice view if she didn't say so herself, "Would you lose your head if it wasn't attached?"
"Occasionally."
The Pontiac pulled onto a side road and started to speed up, "We never got to finish our dance from earlier did we?" he didn't need an answer. Jazz started the ground vehicle acrobatics that made Dea suddenly forget her trauma and start to giggle. There it was, that's the Dea he liked to see.
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"Sparkle, you really shouldn't be putting this off any longer than necessary! There's a mortality chance here!!" The red femme sped up, and Ratchet growled. He hated doing this - Okay, no he didn't, "Doctor's orders. My office NOW!" He barked and leaped at the femme, grabbing her around the waist and swinging her so she was sitting bridal style in his arms.
"RATCHET!" Sparkle yelped, trying to get out of his muscular arms, "This isn't funny, put me down!!"
Ratchet, being the work-a-holic he was, shouted for all to hear, "THIS IS NO LAUGHING MATTER!!!" as he entered the med bay.
She flinched when he yelled, "No! No! Seriously! Ratchet I'm fine! Arcee's lying!" she finally managed to wriggle half of herself loose and planted her feet on the floor, slowing their entrance.
"Sparkle! This is no time to be shy!"
"I'm not being shy!" Sparkle cried, her face heating up and giving her a darker tint of red. Being more than qualified for his job, Ratchet took his foot and tapped her ankle, in her moment of broken balance he dragged her over to the OR table. Sparkle couldn't help but now notice that there were straps for struggling patients. Probably put there from when the twins were misbehaving but at this moment it was her that was about to go into them. She made another attempt to escape the doctor by lowering her weight suddenly to the floor until she touched it, "Let go!! I'm ok Ratchet I promise!!"
Ratchet rolled his optics, placing his hands on her hips and hoisting her up onto the table and with a well placed hand, pushed her down, "You will comply or I will make you comply. Your choice."
Sparkle couldn't help but vent her emotions, "Either way I lose..." The medic tilted his head as he shrugged.
"Just about, now hold still."
Sparkle decided that the only way to escape this potentially very embarrassing fate was to get outside of the base. She waited until Ratchet turned his back before sitting up and sending a jolt of red energon through him, stunning him like before and made her escape, "Sorry Doctor!" Sparkle spluttered to him before she ran out for the main entrance.
Bee watched the red femme shoot past him, blinking as Arcee next to him cursed, "Little fragger complains about not getting to see him and then doesn't take her chances!!" She huffed and followed after, leaving a confused Bee to stumble upon the knocked out Ratchet.
Before Sparkle could take off she was suddenly snagged by an annoyed Arcee.
"Sparkle! I gave you a chance!" the magenta femme yelled.
"That was embarrassing Arcee! Ratchet would've been furious at both of us!" Sparkle tried to rid herself of her burden.
"You don't know that!" Arcee clung to the other, determined to keep the flyer grounded until Bee helped Ratchet recover.
"He was freaking out! Of course he would've been angry that you'd lied about such a thing!"
"Tch, if there's one thing I loooove knowing about Ratchet it's that he's a closet romantic!! He CLINGS to the Romeo and Juliet idea. CLIINGS!!" Arcee tugged back with Sparkle tried to free herself
"SPEAKING OF CLINGING!!!"
"No!" Arcee tugged again, managing to pull her back towards Ratchet's office, "You WILL get alone time even if I have to create a real emergency!!!"
Sparkle could see Ratchet rubbing his head where she'd zapped him, muttering something to Bee who was helping him up.
Then she did something unexpected for her quiet type.
She kicked Arcee very very hard on the shin.
"FRAGGER!! You asked for it!" Arcee pulled out her canon and shot Sparkle in the shoulder. She quickly ducked out of sight when the yellow bots looked up in surprise. She jumped back out yelling in (not obvious) fake concern, "Holy Primus Sparkle what'd you do?!?"
"You shot me!!" Sparkle snarled.
"You need to stop wandering outside or those nasty Decepticons will get you!" Arcee discretely twisted Sparkle's injured arm as she shoved her toward Ratchet again, encouraging through pain was very effective.
Ratchet frowned, instantly up and helping Sparkle into the OR room. Sparkle glared the best she could at Arcee; this was an appointment with the doctor she couldn't get out of so easily.
"I can heal myself you know."
"I'm better at it."
Frag it.
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"COOKIES!" Dea screamed, and Jazz happily obliged, spinning in tight circles. Dea was slammed against the door, but couldn't care less - whooping at the exhilarating feeling erupting from her stomach.
The Pontiac revved his engine and roared out of the cookie into a backwards spiral, before straightening out and starting for a small hill, flying over it as Dea was lifted slightly out of the seat despite the seat belt across her form.
Finding a nice strip of dry flatland Jazz zoomed across it then turned, doing two 360's before sliding to stop, "Anything else the young lady wishes to request?"
"Out?"
Jazz popped open his door releasing the girl as she let loose her lunch.
"You ok?"
"Yeah... just motion sickness... but it was worth it." she smiled, still leaning halfway out.
"That's good." there was a smile in his voice.
Dea got out, walking on slightly shaky legs with a one hand trailing along Jazz's exterior, not noticing the slight shiver she elicited from him. Leaning against his hood, she fell back slowly, feeling her back pop and the cool metal through her t-shirt, "This is nice."
"It is. No jokes, no pranks," Jazz's tone was playful, and he inched forward, causing Dea to squeal lightly and pull her feet up so she was sitting on the hood. She flipped over onto her stomach, and lay on her arms.
"That was some funny stuff though!" She grinned at him, "Priceless."
"If it's priceless, then it's useless and you don't have any reason for it!" Jazz tried, hoping she would destroy any evidence of the paint job.
However, she shook her head, "Just because it doesn't have a price, doesn't mean it's useless! It means it's too good to have a price on it!"
Jazz mulled this over, "Then... you're priceless Dea."
Dea blinked several times before blushing, "Oh. Um. Thank you."
"Did I say something wrong?" Jazz asked, worry lining his voice. He shuddered, "I-I'm sorry if I did."
Dea sat up, shaking her head almost violently, "Nononononono!! Don't get the wrong idea!" She grinned and rubbed the back of her head, "That was really sweet, just unexpected!"
Jazz still seemed worried, "You're not just saying that are you?"
Her expression softened, and she leaned back down onto the hood, running her fingers absently over the top, "No. You're priceless too."
"Hehe, thanks." he felt his spark warm, something he hadn't felt in a long time. The two mused in comforting silence for a few minutes.
Suddenly Jazz was snapped out of his daze when Dea slapped both her palms on his hood, "!!Necesito musica!!" she cried.
"?Musica?" he asked back after he downloaded the needed language.
Dea nodded happily, "!Si!" He flipped through the radio station, each getting a dissatisfied look out of Dea, "!Oh! Yo se." She settled herself into a comfortable position on the hood, sifting through her memory bank of lyrics until she came upon a good one.
Now I was sitting waiting wishing
That you believed in superstitions
Then maybe you'd see the signs
But Lord knows that this world is cruel
And I ain't the Lord, no I'm just a fool
Learning loving somebody don't make them love you
Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing your fool?
I sing ya songs I dance a dance
I gave ya friends all a chance
Putting up with them wasn't worth never having you
And maybe you been through this before
But its my first time
So please ignore
The next few lines cause they're directed at you
I cant always be waiting waiting on you
I cant always be playing playing your fool
I keep playing your part
But its not my scene
Wont this plot not twist?
I've had enough mystery.
Keep building me up, then shooting me down
Well im already down
Just wait a minute
Just sitting waiting
Just wait a minute
Just sitting waiting
Well if I was in your position
Id put down all my ammunition
I'd wondered why'd it taken me so long
But Lord knows that I'm not you
And If I was I wouldn't be so cruel
Cause waiting on love ain't so easy to do
Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing your fool?
No I cant always be waiting waiting on you
I cant always be playing playing your fool, foool
Jazz blinked, "That was incredible." Dea braced herself for a compliment, "You managed to remember all those words with the little tiny brain of yours?" She smacked his hood and jumped off, kicking his tire before running off in a random direction.
"CATCH ME IF YOU CAN YOU MOMENT RUINER!!!"
"You've got to be kidding me." Jazz transformed and covered the ground needed to catch up in two seconds, snatching Dea up in his digits carefully, "Are we playing tag?"
"AAHHH!! You ruined the chase too! You annoying son of a tin can---!!!" she went on with other things including in Spanish.
Dea squeaked when he rubbed a finger up and down her side, squirming to get away from the horribly pleasurable torture, "Oh that's not cool!!"
"Oh it's very cool!!"
The girl screamed a giggle, trying her best to keep quiet so he wouldn't be so damn smug about it, but with no luck. He continued his fun for a few more minutes, finally stopping after the human was finding it hard to breath, "Take that as part of my revenge."
"Part?"
"Don't be surprised if you wake up with green hair."
Dea gulped, "...Oye! There's still revenge to get on Diana!" she wasn't about to be the only one left untouched.
Jazz paused for a moment, "She'll look good in blue, don't you think?" The girl couldn't contain her laughter, and she leaned onto one of Jazz's fingers, slamming her fist down on it as she giggled. The silver bot chuckled, then set Dea on his shoulder, "Shall we walk?"
"Yeah!! Maybe we can't find a good spot to see the city below after the sun sets!!" Dea agreed, not realizing how much that idea sounded like a date.
"Sure, I've trailed these hills a lot with Bee I know a few places." they walked through some trees to higher ground, the silver giant and his lovely ruby cradled in his hand. The sun glinted off of his armor as it started to disappear beyond the city below them.
Dea leaned into the curve of his hand, sing one of her favorite Spanish songs lowly as they walked, the sun warming her skin in it's waning light, "No, no es amor, lo que tu sientes, se llama obsecion, una ilusion en tu pensamiento, que te hace hacer cosas, asi funciona el corazon."
He listened to her voice, her skin a ghostly golden color that rivaled the most beautiful thing he could thing of, Priceless is an understatement... he told himself, keeping the compliment to himself for fear of upsetting the comfortable silence they slipped into.
Ring ring!
Jazz looked at Dea.
Dea's face went from bliss, to a frown then to a very creepy smile. She picked out her cell phone and when Jazz thought she was going to answer calmly instead came out, "MOMENT RUINER!!!!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
The spies hiding a hill over watched Stalker flinch at the surprisingly loud volume that the female generated.
"Yes!" Diana punched the air in triumph.
Dea huffed and hung up the phone, dropping it unceremoniously onto the ground, "What is it with people huh? Ruining all my moments I set up..." She cast a glance at Jazz, who was looking rather perplexed, "Just keep walking. The sun is almost done setting."
"Right away," he said, glaring over his shoulder at the hill where the group was crouching below some brush. He started for the landing he had told her about, and they made it there just in time to see the last of the sun rays disappeared beneath the horizon.
Venturing out on a limb, Jazz settled down on the ground and placed Dea on his chest plate. Unconsciously, she settled herself as close to his spark as she could, the warmth the felt radiating off of it comforting her, "Dea?" She made a noise to show she was listening, "Tu es hermosa."
Her face flushed and she looked up, "?Que?"
Jazz chuckled, his spark warming at her face, "You heard me," he said as his head hit the grass again. Dea stared for a moment more, before rubbing a hand over his spark, "Tu es mi amor Jazz."
Then it was his turn to flush, "!?QUE!?"
She grinned and waved it off, "?Que!Yo no dije algo!"
Diana sat back and laughed, "Ok you mechs, moment ruining over let's head back."
Stalker snorted, "You're not going to ruin their next moment?"
"Nah that's too far, there's always a line of too far in the art of prankster-ism." Diana laughed as they made their way back to the back road they'd taken, Hotshot transformed back into vehicle mode.
"Prankster-ism isn't even a word in your language dictionary!" Stalker exclaimed.
"It is in mine kuya."
"I'm not your big brother either!"
"Do you two ever stop bickering?" Zack asked.
"No!"
Zack shrank back when they both glared.
"Now don't interrupt us!" Diana warned.
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Sparkle lifted a sparking hand but that wrist was snagged as the doctor was ready this time, "Ah uh." he shook his head. When she started to struggle again he pushed her down and managed to strap her, "Slag, you're almost as much trouble as the twins! Except in one package!"
Sparkle strained against the bonds frantically while Ratchet prepared the instruments possibly needed to heal her 'broken spark'.
"Ratchet! Honest! All you need to do is fix my shoulder! That's it! Just my shoulder, you don't need to get at my spark it's fine!" she pleaded when she found the bonds as durable as Optimus' will to protect.
Ratchet made a move toward her chest plate, "I still better check to make sure..." Arcee fidgeted.
"Why don't you fix her shoulder first, and think about her spark in a different light..." the femme tried, and got another glare from Sparkle in return.
Like not as a FRAGGIN' DOCTOR!!! Arcee screamed to herself.
The medic only took the length of Arcee's sentence to think about, and got the tools needed for fixing her shoulder, doing so in a quick manner, "Now what is this about your spark and thinking about it in a new light?"
Bee - who was being quiet throughout the whole exchange - piped up, "Maybe it's like the figurative meaning. Like the human's thing about broken hearts." Ratchet mulled this over with a quick check to the internet, then immediately flushed and glared at the magenta femme.
"Gottagobye!" Arcee snagged Bee's wrist and dragged him out with her, slamming the door shut behind them.
Sparkle went cold. She suddenly wanted them to come back.
Ratchet turned back to his work on her shoulder.
"Arcee shot me, Ratchet! I was barely even outside long enough to see the sky!" Sparkle said after an awkward silence.
"Ratchet?"
"Hm."
Sparkle fought a flinch at the disinterested tone in his voice, "Are you angry with me?"
He vented his systems in a sigh, setting aside a tool and picking up another one, fiddling with it before starting again, "Not you, just that insufferable Arcee..."
She nodded and turned away from him, "I see..."
"Broken is it?"
Sparkle squeaked and looked at the medic with wide eyes, "Aaaaahhhh..."
He chuckled lightly, "It's quite alright, I've known the feeling..."
Sparkle looked at him, "You do?" she coughed, hoping she hadn't sounded to eager.
"Indeed, sometimes I'm lonely. Even though I'm around my friends most of the time."
"Oh, that's... that's not good."
"No it's not." he continued the rest of his work in silence.
"Uh... Ratchet?" Sparkle inquired after a few moments.
"Humm?"
"Umm... is it really necessary to keep me lashed down to just work on my shoulder?"
Ratchet flushed, "Oh, right...I apologize." He undid the bonds, Sparkles rubbing at her wrists before Ratchet pushed her gently back down to make some finishing touches to her shoulder.
When he finally let her up again, he continued their conversation, "If there is ever a time you feel lonely, you can come seek me. The girls are not the only ones I will make time for."
Sparkle blushed and nodded, bolting out of the medic's presence with a hasty goodbye.
Ratchet sighed and replaced the tools, "I meant now, but sure... okay, leave."
Arcee dodged the sprinting femme by leaping onto Bumblebee, "Sheesh!" she stepped down looking at the disapearing femme, "Grr! Well atleast she was hot with blush-age. So she's playing hard to get... welll this keeps me out of my boredom slump." She smirked and laughed evilly, rubbing her hands together. Bumblebee sighed, smiling as he shook his head.
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Trying to regain their lost moment, Dea laid back down, her hair splayed out around her. The stars began peeking out from around the clouds, the moon shining strong. Colliding with the paleness of her skin, the moon made her shine, a goddess among men.
"Hey Jazz?" He leaned up onto his elbows, taking care to not make her fall.
"What's up?"
She rolled over onto her stomach to face him, "Can we stay here tonight?" He glanced at her shivering form - her only attire being a t-shirt and tight capris - then to the sky, "If we have to I'll sleep inside you!" She said quickly before he could make and excuse.
Awkward pause.
"Not that kind of sleeping of course..." She mumbled through a blushing face.
"I wasn't thinking sexual, that ain't possible for us being completely different species and all."
Dea slowly raised her delicate brow.
"What?"
"Nothing."
Jazz coughed, then set her on the ground before transforming into his alt form, "It's warmer for you this way anyway."
"Uh huh." Dea climbed in as Jazz adjusted his internal temperature to a comfortable level for the human.
Dea stretched out in the back, as was her habit, "You know..." He made an interested noise, as she turned around so she was speaking into the back seat, away from the dashboard where the disembodied voice came from, "I me--... Thanks."
"For what?"
"For something."
"And that would be?"
"Something that you don't get to know yet."
Jazz grumbled lowly, "Do you even know?" Dea sat up slightly and glanced at the dashboard from over her shoulder, an unidentifiable look on her face, before she laid back down.
I'm not quite sure yet...
"Keep me safe inside, your arms like towers. Tower over me..."
Dea blinked at the foreign sound, so familiar, yet so strange... Her eyes blinked open, the world before her bleary from the crust already forming in her eyes, "Jazz?"
The music ceased, and the car gave a lurch of surprise, causing the tired girl to collide with the car seats in front of her, "Holy Primus!" The human scrunched her nose in confusion.
"Zat ur God er somethin'?" she slurred in her sleep, Jazz chuckled from the sheer cute-ness she was displaying, "What?!" She inquired, one eye drooping while the other lifted due to the raised brow.
Jazz didn't answer the second question, reverting back to the first to save him some embarrassment, "Yeah, of sorts..."
"Mmmm..." was her reply, her from already sinking back into the seats, "You make me feel safe Jazz..." She giggled, "Like my mother did." Snuggling further into the seat, Jazz realized it was story time again, "When I was little - and even when I wasn't - my momma would always hold me close to her whenever I was scared."
Jazz remained silent, not needing any scans to see how hard it was for her to stay awake, "Her heartbeat... S'where my head always fell. It was... I don't know, but I loved it. Made me feel..." She blinked, her mind searching for the right way to phrase it, "...Like you make me feel."
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When the foursome came home Diana leaped out and stretched, yawning, "Damn, I'm hungry." she ran off with Stalker following her closely.
Suddenly she noticed Sparkle leaning against a corner.
"Hey Glitters!"
Sparkle jumped, "Shhh!!"
"What? I'm just saying hi!"
"No Diana you do-!"
"There you are!!"
Sparkle yelped and ran away as Arcee chased her out of her hiding spot.
Diana blinked, "...Oops?"
Arcee made to tackle Sparkle to the ground - the red femme looking over her shoulder in fear and leaped forward herself, managing to keep herself out of the other femme's reach. Both scrambled up quickly, "YOU CHANCE RUINER!!!"
"Arcee this is very unprofessional!!!" Sparkle tried desperately to find a reason to make the smaller femme stop. Suddenly, as Diana often said, a brain child was born. Skidding to a stop and pointed down a random hallway with a look of horror adorning her face, "PRIMUS BEE WHAT'RE YOU DOING!"
The magenta femme careened to a sudden halt, her form stiff before she spun on her heel and ran down the hallway Sparkle was looking down, the other femme sneaking off in the opposite direction.
Arcee wasn't the only actress in the base.
It took Arcee a few more bounding leaps before she stopped.
"Bee?"
Silence answered.
Click.
"Oh no she didn't!!" Arcee whipped around and ran in a random oposite direction hoping it would lead to the civilian, "She did not just make me freak about my Bumblebee!"
The door to Sparkle's room burst open and its resident jumped inside and slammed it shut. She leaned against it and slid to the ground groaning. It wasn't that she didn't want to spend time with Ratchet, just not like this! This was such a childish way!
Sparkle continued to sit where she was unmoving with her head resting on her knees. Honestly she'd liked the doctor from the beginning, but she just couldn't bring herself to open up. At the femme's side her digits curled into a fist in frustration at her own shyness. It was just one thing she couldn't overcome, atleast on such a personal scale with him. She slammed her fist against her door causing it to bend.
Sighing, she flexed the hand, suddenly aware - oh so aware - of her limits. Perhaps it was time she acquired some help.
The red femme paused and looked up quickly, an uneasy though passing through her mind. Help NOT in the form of a magenta femme sharpshooter with a secret Bumblebee complex.
"I'll deal with it in the morning..."
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