Disclaimer: 'Transformers' belongs to Hasbro, Paramount and various other companies – characters from the film or any related merchandise do not belong to me and I am making no money out of this fiction from the characters or plot. Any original characters and ideas do belong to me and require permission to use elsewhere.
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"Peaceful Boredom"
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Date: Late winter, January time frame.
It was another quiet late night shift for Jazz. The blue and white mech sat reclined back in his chair with his feet up, while he thought of something to break the boredom.
Prowl observed Jazz patiently trying to understand the changes in the usually easy going and boisterous 'bot. He had been asked by Ratchet to assist him in daily observations of Jazz, noting any new behaviors that needed further study.
Both mechs were assigned together this evening, as was the case most evenings, and the lack of action was taking some getting used to. Both the Autobots and Decepticons had agreed to get along for the sake of earth and its inhabitants, especially since they were stuck here, at least for the time being.
Megatron was long gone, although most transformers - 'cons and 'bots alike, refused to believe it till they saw a body.
Jazz's thoughts kept drifting back to his recent encounter with May, the human female he ran into six months ago.
Why can't I get her out of my head? This concerned Jazz, since he found himself often distracted by thoughts of her, which wasn't good when trying to complete any given task.
He often wondered what she was doing. For some reason he still felt guilty for being so cold to her after she expressed wanting to be his friend. It was difficult to push her away like that. Leaving her without any parents home compounded these feelings.
His thoughts shifted from May to their current situation and how it frustrated him to have to keep out of site. It was taking a toll on all the Autobots. They really needed to get out more with a little more freedom. It seemed that the human government kept too close of a watchful eye on them.
'Why not just let them try and get along with the other inhabitants of this planet'? He could sort of understand the humans reasoning but the rest he really didn't agree with.
The human government had set up a division code named "The Ark". It involved a small group of humans who helped manage and protect the Autobots from their enemies as well as other humans with ill intent. They felt that for the safety of mankind, keeping them a secret would be in the best interest of everyone.
They had the Autobots sign a treaty to hold them to their word. This was done reluctantly, but out of respect for the humans, since the Autobots were just visitors.
The government officials explained that some people would stop at nothing to get to their hands on the Transfomer technology, as far as what they were made up of, and the weapons they possessed. If a Transformer were to be brought down, they would most likely try and duplicate them, using a replica of them to cause trouble of one kind or another. It could upset the current balance of powers amongst the countries, which was already tense and very finely controlled.
In exchange for the protection of The Ark division, the Autobots assisted in monitoring and working with keeping the Decepticons in line, at least the few that were on earth at the moment. The Decepticons were also asked to sign the treaty. Whether they would honor it, was anyone's guess.
To help fund The Ark division and assure the Autobots were given adequate support, a toy company was brought in to create a cartoon in their likeness which also included a toy line. They promised to keep it going as long as the Autobots needed the financial support.
The pairing of this cartoon company and the Transformers proved to be quite successful, although, Optimus initially questioned the judgment of the humans to make a cartoon that really was based on reality. But the humans said, "What better way to hide than in plain site? Who would think a cartoon was based on reality?" Optimus, who wasn't familiar with "cartoons" had to trust the humans in knowing what they were doing.
So, four years later, here they were. Peace between the warring factions continues on earth while who knows what was happening back on Cybertron.
Jazz chuckled, "I don't think I'll ever get used to see'in Bee as a Volkswagen bug." On one of the screens, he had up the latest episode of the animated cartoon created in their likeness. Although the creators stuck close to the Autobots alt modes, personalities and likeness, they felt Bumblebee should be "cute" because of his name and color.
When Bumblebee had chosen his alt mode he had picked a 1967 Shelby, which had been repainted bright yellow with black racing stripes. So when he saw the cartoon version of himself he was extremely disappointed and somewhat embarrassed. He had since refused to watch any of the shows.
"I have to take these data files on Alaska to Prime. I'll be back shortly", Prowl stated, as he strode out of the room, snapping Jazz out of his thoughts.
"Sure no probl'm Prowler", He piped back. His modification of Prowls name did not go unnoticed by the exiting black and white mech.
Jazz was glad to be alone, at least for the moment. He now had the opportunity to check up on May.
Before he left her, he implanted a small tracking chip on the back of her neck. This was something they had been requested to do whenever they had a human encounter. Usually, at that point they were also given an injection, that Wheeljack and Ratchet both had come up with, which would erase their memory from the last 24 hours.
Different strengths of this injection were given depending on the situation, and sometimes other means of memory blocking were used if the encounter lasted for a considerable length of time. All methods, of course, were very humane.
Jazz never registered the chip that he placed in May into a database they had setup to monitor and track those who had made contact. He kept her to himself.
His fingers danced furiously on the console keypad of Teletraan I.
Up on the screen a radar image of the area where May lived came up on the screen. He typed in the number of the chip and let Teletraan I do the rest.
A few minutes later a small pulsing green dot appeared on the screen. She was nowhere near her place of residence but about 7 breems northeast of there. It looked to be a very rural area far from any city large or small.
He made up his mind; he was going to see what she was up to. Her location made him curious.
'What if she was in trouble?' He needed to found out for sure to help put his mind at ease. Besides he couldn't stand sitting here much longer.
Now, all he had to do was figure out what kind of reason to give Prowl so he wouldn't be suspicious. He had already been questioning Jazz about how he hasn't been himself lately. He didn't want to cause any more concern.
After further thought he decided that vague honesty was the best policy. Several breems later Prowl arrived back.
"Hey there Prowl, I'm going out to check Midwest sector of Washington State for suspicious activity", he said pointing to the map on the screen.
"Jazz, why don't we just send out Sky Spy to check it out and then we can get a visual on the area?" He said this because he really didn't want to be bored alone and was a little jealous that Jazz seemed to get out more than he did.
"That's ok Prowl ole buddy, I don't mind check'in out myself", he said sitting up in his chair, "I need to be get'n out for a bit anyway."
He stood up quickly and gave Prowl a tap on his wing as he walked out. Out of his boredom and to the annoyance others, he had created his own version of a high five just for Prowl and all the other mechs who had "wings".
He paused once he reached the door, glancing back at Prowl. "Just stay alert in case I need ya."
Prowl was given very little time to protest before Jazz disappeared. Luckily he wasn't alone for long before Red Alert paid a visit.
As Jazz walked down the halls of the Ark, he knew that it would be a matter of time before they found out he hadn't registered one of his human contacts. One thing he knew that put his mind at ease was that Optimus Prime would be forgiving, and even understanding to the situation once he was given the opportunity to explain.
For now he had one objective and that was to find out what May was up too.
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Authors Note: Sorry this has taken longer than expected. The was going to be part of the next Chapter but realized that it would be best to break it up into it's own chapter due to the length of the next one.
I've added story information towards the end of my bio that provides more information on characters, upcoming stories and any other stuff I feel the need to share.
Thanks for reading. R&R
