Jazz's adventure Part 3

Ok, I don't own any of the characters in this fic except from Elexara Mataui. I wrote this fic just out of the though of the possibility of something like this happening. If anyone should hate the idea of me messing about with Jazz I suggest you get out of here as soon as possible!
Elexara didn't feel all too high on it as she parked her highly advanced Pontiac Firebird on the parking lot outside the mall.

"You're not taking THAT to the mall, are you?" asked the car as Elexara removed the key from the ignition. "I may have been placed in a car and I may have been created in China, but I am still a highly advanced computer. I know of various ways a man can dress and the way he is dressed is not one of them."

"Let me guess; you have upgraded him?"

Elexara smiled. "Just a little."

"Well." Jazz rubbed his hands together. "Shall we do this or not?"

"It's now or never, your call."

"Well, I can't walk around in THIS, can I?"

"Wouldn't recommend it," replied the car.

"Shut up! You're worse than Bumblebee." He stepped out of the car and headed for the mall with several pairs of eyes watching him.

If Elexara hadn't felt too high on it in the car she felt even lower now. Here she was seen in public with a man who was completely naked under a long white coat. On his feet he had old worn-out sandals and on his head a hat in equal condition as the shoes.

"Where to first?"

"Over there." She pointed at a low-price store where they sold cheap suits.

***

After waiting in the store for almost two full hours she was just about to fall asleep.

Finally Jazz was through trying on several different suits and settled for a white suit with a blue shirt under. He also finally had socks on his feet. He thought he looked nice, now he had to show Elexara how he looked.

She was sitting in a corner of the store, busy talking to another man, and Jazz got the strangest feeling that this man was a potential rival and that he should keep Elexara from talking to him. He was a rival to what, exactly? Jazz couldn't understand this new emotion and he would pay good money to find out if there was any way of ridding himself of this feeling. Without really meaning it, he sent the man Elexara was talking to an evil glare, making him scuttle off.

Somehow Elexara knew that Jazz was through trying on outfits and turned in his direction. She was literary stunned by what she saw. "Jazz, you look so. you look so different."

"Is it ok? I mean is this me?"

"Oh, it's definitely you. But I think you should loose the hat."

He took off the hat. "Where should I put it?"

"Might I suggest the trashcan?"

He tossed it in the nearest trashcan. "What will Sorenson say when he finds out his hat's missing?"

"Don't worry," she said as she paid for Jazz's new outfit. "We're doing him a favor. I mean Indiana Jones was so ten minutes ago." She turned to leave.

"But I like Indiana Jones," he muttered.

The woman behind the counter smiled. Those two were really an odd couple.

***

After a quick trip to the shoe store and some other minor stores, Elexara was now leaving the mall with a reincarnated Greek God. He looked like a dream now compared to how he looked when they had entered the mall.

The white suit, his blue shirt with matching socks, white shoes, white six- pence and blue shades, which by the way looked very similar to his optics, what hot-blooded woman wouldn't feel her heart skip a beat?

"You entered with a beggar and came out with a prince," said the Firebird as they got back inside.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you fancy me."

"Over my cold, squashed, rusty body!"

"Cut it, you two." Elexara stuck the key in the ignition and started the car. "And you." she addressed the car. "You must learn to behave. There was a woman back at the mall who swore a car had called her a fat pig and wondered if her Volvo looked so poor because it couldn't handle her weight. You wouldn't by any chance know what she's talking about, would you?"

Jazz turned away to keep Elexara from seeing that he was smiling.

"I have no idea what so ever."

"Well, she was rather corpulent," remarked Jazz.

"Corpulent? Corpulent? She looked like a bulldozer with face!"

Jazz couldn't control himself and laughed out loud.

"Behave, please." She turned on the car. "So, you DO know something about it?"

"Yeah, but I didn't stop there. I told her that her Rottweiler looked like a barrel with ears."

Jazz had serious problems controlling him self.

"Looks aren't everything, it's the inner that counts."

"Please! Then you'll tell me that size doesn't matter, either."

Jazz turned to her because he had no idea what the car was talking about.

Elexara blushed and made a face. "It's nothing," she whispered to him. "Of course not," she told the car. "You can be as beautiful as a sunset, but you can be meaner than the worst demon."

"Now I know it ain't Megatron you're talking about."

All three of them started to laugh.

"I guess we needed that," said Elexara as she wiped a tear from her eye. She turned to Jazz. "I really have no idea how this happened."

"We'll find a reason and maybe some way to reverse it when the time comes, in the meantime I guess we just have to make the best of things."

She sighed. "You're right." She shook her head. "I can't understand how you can take this so likely."

"I was petrified at first, but then I thought it couldn't be all too bad to be a human. Their culture has always fascinated me and now I guess I can study things from their point of view. Haven't you been fascinated by them?"

Elexara, being a foreigner to this planet herself since she was an Amshean shape shifter, thought for a while. "I have seen many different worlds and people and the ones who have fascinated me the most have to be." She shook her head. "I don't know. Humans are very fascinating and interesting, I'll give them that, but they are also a very irrational and primitive people who hunger for power. Of course there are exceptions, like Spike, but in general you should be on alert when it comes to the people inhabiting this planet. I care for them very deeply, but I just don't dare to lower my guards. Neither should you guys, it can cost you."

Jazz looked out of the passenger window. "Where are we going?"

"I'm taking you to my place, then I have to tell Prime what has happened in case he's wondering were you are. I probably won't return from that trip because I fear he'll kill me, but still I have to tell him. If I, by some lucky chance, should survive the meeting with Prime I'll talk to Spike and ask him if he can help you handle this problem. He knows more about being a man than I do, that's for sure."