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Story…..
Late afternoon found Jazz in his quarters. For the first time in weeks he was enjoying his work. He was currently running algorithms on the programs that Maggie had installed that morning. He was impressed. She was the most efficient human he had ever meant. Too bad Primus had not sparked her as an Autobot.
Just thinking about her made his own spark pulse.
Jazz had almost forgotten what it felt like to be in a good mood and his present mood was due to Maggie. He reflected how he had changed over the last year. He had picked the designation Jazz because he was the cool cat of the Autobots. Optimus had placed him in charge of Special Operations due to his cool head and his effortless ability to fit into any situation and culture. Slag! If the war had never occurred he would have joined up to be part of the ambassador team that sought interaction with other civilizations. Being a soldier of war was not his first choice of occupation.
Jazz smiled when he remembered what it was like when he first came to Earth. He nearly went into overload when he had found out Earth had hundreds of different civilizations. He spent every waking moment watching the human's tv programs and surfing the web. However, his desire to travel the world ended the same day his spark was off lined. Ever since he was brought back for the most part he didn't care anymore. Ratchet had compared it to the organic;s version of depression. The other Autobots had asked curiously if he remembered being in the matrix with Primus. He did not. Jazz only knew he had been happy and was ripped back to this world.
For Jazz it felt like part of him was missing. The only time he felt whole was when Maggie was around. Over the past few months he fell in love with her and he wanted to be with her. There was something special about Maggie. He had his theories but he wanted to wait a little longer to confirm his hypothesis before he would ask Maggie. He hoped she would agree. He just needed to win her trust.
The monitor in front of him started beeping telling him that it was done running it's calculations. Jazz entered in a few codes and sent the data to Maggie's office. He opened his comm link and dialed her phone number. Her voice mail answered.
"Hey Maggie I sent you the finished calculations you wanted. Give me a ring when you get this. I was also wondering if you would like to join me for dinner? Talk to you later." He terminated the connection and went back to work. He was a little disappointed she had not answered. She probably was busy.
A few hours later Jazz still had not heard from Maggie. After he had called her again and got no response he decided to go in search for her. In a nano second he scanned the base and pinged on Maggie's cell phone GPS card. He headed for her location in her office. He walked though the main Autobot door In the Operations building and headed to the small room down the hallway. Jazz was about to tap his finger on the door when he got hit with a feeling deep in his spark that something was wrong. He turned on his scanners. Jazz picked up that Maggie was crying. Jazz grew worried. He knocked more loudly almost breaking the door off its hinges.
"Maggie are you all right?" Jazz asked. When he got no response he called to her more frantically. Maggie still did not respond. "Scarp this!" Jazz said and he pushed open the door breaking the lock. He looked into the room on a startled Maggie.
Maggie's blond hair was unkept and her face had moisture from her tears. Small streaks of black mascara has pooled around her eyes. "God Jazz do you always barge in uninvited!" Maggie said sourly. Anger flashing in her eyes.
Jazz was taken by surprise. Something that normally did not happen to him. "I knocked and you weren't answering. Are you all right?" Jazz said taking a step closer to her.
Maggie yelled, "Stop!Leave. I don't want to talk to you right now!"
Jazz stood there confused. "Why?"
"You're a jack ass! That's why!" Maggie said angrily despite the fact that she had started crying again.
Jazz's optics under his visor turned red. "What did I do?"
Maggie started up at him "Ratchet told me you are dying! You couldn't bother to tell me this!"
Jazz stood for a second and sighed before saying, "Ratchet should not have told you that. My spark is loosing its charge. Just because the old rust bucket can't find a cure doesn't mean I am condemned to die."
"As of right now you have no cure correct?" Maggie asked.
"No cure." Jazz replied. He reached out his hand to try to comfort Maggie. Her discomfort was upsetting him.
Maggie leaned away from his touch. "Ratchet's right. You are dying and you decided that I didn't need to get the memo. I need you to leave now! I can't deal with you being here right now!" Maggie said turning her head away from Jazz. Her rejection of his presence was like a knife cutting him in the spark. He was about to say something to comfort her when Maggie stood up and shouted with rage and pointing at the door "GET OUT!"
This was not supposed to happen! Something within Jazz snapped and anger boiled out of him. He turned and left. Slamming the door so hard behind him that it bent off its hinges. He transformed into his Pontiac Solstice form and headed to the bot that had caused this mess.
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At first Ratchet thought the bot that had come into his med bay had been a Deception because the eyes were the same crimson red. When Ratchet realized it was Jazz he said, "Good I have been meaning to-" Ratchet was stopped midsentence by Jazz slamming a fist into the med bots face.
Ratchet turned to glare at him "Have you lost your slagging mind!" At the same time he sent a signal to Optimus.
"Why did you tell Maggie I was dying! I did not want her to know!" Jazz was pissed.
Ratchet was even more furious. His jaw plate smarting with pain and a big fresh new dent. "She's your friend. She cares about you. She needs to know!"
At that moment Ironhide and Optimus had come running into the bay with weapons drawn.
"Stand down Jazz!" Optimus ordered. Jazz turned to his leader and backed away from Ratchet. "We need to talk. Take a seat." Optimus had gestured towards a large sitting area.
Jazz's fan was running hot. He vented air as he took a seat. Ironhide stood over Jazz shaking his head as the smaller cooled off his processor. Optimus was consulting with Ratchet making sure he was ok. Once things were settled down Optimus asked Ironhide to leave who did, abeyant reluctantly.
Optimus and the newly wounded Ratchet walked over to where Jazz. Optimus's optics were glowing slightly red. "Explain yourself!" Optimus ordered. Sounding both disappointed and stern.
Jazz's had gone back to his normal cool blue filtering though his visor. "I am sorry Optimus. I did not know what came over me. It won't happen again."
"Sorry Optimus!" Ratchet growled. "How about apologizing to me! Its going to take me all night to work out the dents you left in my face plate."
"Calm down!" Optimus spoke to the medic. Optimus glared at Jazz and nodded his head at Ratchet, "Apologize."
Now that Jazz had burned off his anger he was regretting hitting Ratchet, "Sorry man. I don't know what came over me."
He reached out his servo arm ready to shack and make up only to have Ratchet eyeing him with detestment. "I accept your apology. However if you do that again I will offline you myself." Ratchet threatened. Jazz had no doubt that he would. Being a medic had two sides of the coin. One could heal but they would also know all right areas to offline a bot in less then a nano click.
"Both Ratchet and Ironhide told me in that in the last 24 Earth hours that you have snapped twice over issues revolving Maggie. What's going on? Unless you tell me I will reassign you to another position where you will not be working with her." Optimus said. The Autobot leader know he was hitting below the belt but he wanted answers now.
Jazz's visor flared slightly red, "I don't want to talk about it and you cannot keep me from her."
Optimus lowered himself to Jazz's optic level and placed his hand on Jazz's shoulder. "Jazz, we are only trying to help. I know you don't want to talk but if you can't control your temper you may end up hurting someone. I cannot allow it and you know it. Ratchet has told me that your spark is getting worse. He also mentioned that you were conducting an experiment with Maggie? What is going on?"
Jazz sighed looking resolute. A bot could not avoid the great Optimus Primes when he stared into your optics like that.
"Maggie has shown some unique sensitivity to Cybertronians. For example, she can pick up on our pheromones." Jazz was about to continue but stopped by the look of shock that Ratchet had on his face. "What's up with you Ratchet?" He asked. Both he and Optimus were staring at the green bot expectantly.
Ratchet explained his discovery he had made early that afternoon of Maggie's reaction to his medical scanners. As he did a look of eagerness swept over Jazz and he stepped forward impatiently. "Ratchet did you record the results? May I see them?"
Ratchet stared into Jazz's optics and in that moment they both understood. "Yes I can send them to you. Do you think it would work?" Ratchet said looking entertained. "Will you send me all the information you collected?" Ratchet asked. Jazz paused for a moment before answering. The information he had collected on Maggie was personal and he wasn't sure he wanted her intimate details shared with the others. Ratchet intervened into his thoughts, "I will be able to help." Jazz knew the medic would be able to help him work out the kinks that he had encountered with the data.
"Fine ok." Jazz said. And he unlinked a data packet and sent it to Ratchet with some relutance.
"What in Primus are you two talking about ?" Optimus said. The Autobot leader clearly understood he had missed out on an unspoken exchange between his Medic and Operations Specialist. What ever it had been it had turned these brawling bots into eager colleagues in less then ten clicks. Optimus felt left out, something that rarely happened being the Autobot leader, and he did not like it.
"Jazz is trying to figure out how to spark bond with Maggie." Ratchet stated.
"What!" Optimus said. He had actually slid his battle mask back from his face to stare at Ratchet closer to make sure he wasn't pulling his servo.
Jazz sighed from relief when Ratchet jumped into explain. The medic was a pro at turning personal bodily functions into tea time gossip. "Most species are not obviously not compatible with our own. It would appear that Maggie has a sensitivity to us suggesting that she can bond with our sparks." Optimus looked like he was going to ask how when Ratchet said, "I will send you a data packet. It's easier to read it then have me babble on like a parachete." While he had talked Ratchet had analyzed Jazz's data. He zipped his information and Jazz's into a zip file and sent them to Optimus. Jazz shook his head and hopped that Optimus and Ratchet kept Maggie's information confidential.
Optimus's face clouded over as he scanned the data. When Optimus's optics finally came back into focus Jazz summarized to his leader. "I found that humans have an energy which increases within proximity to the All Spark radiation from our sparks. Maggie is becoming more sensitive to our pheromones and energy because her own energy field's vibration is trying to match our own." Jazz spoke softer when he stated next "More specifically mine. I think we have started to bond" . His optics started to turn a green color. Primus! This was embarrassing.
Optimus normally neutral face now displayed an odd mixture of concern and curiosity. "Is Maggie in danger? Have you asked her if she was interested?"
Jazz replied "From what I could tell this would not cause her damage but I would leave it to Ratchet. He is the medic. All I know is that it started when I was resurrected. Maggie was there at the time and somehow the energy of the event started the metemorphsis of her energy field. No I have not asked her yet."
Ratchet had been a quiet observer to the conversation and finally put his two cents in "There may be risks but I think Jazz should do this. You have my medical permission" Ratchet told Jazz. Both Jazz and Optimus looked at Ratchet like he had blown a common sense relay. Ratchet rolled his optics, "There have been instances in the past where spark bonding has healed similar conditions that Jazz has. We should be so lucky that his spark has found someone to bond with. We all know how hard it is to find another spark bond even if there were hundreds of other Autobot' s to choose from. Of course, we would need to run further scans but I think this is possible. I would recommend we do it soon though. Jazz is getting worse." Ratchet mumbled the last part while rubbing his sore jaw.
Optimus rubbed his forehead with two fingers. Ever since he had came to this planet events that he would never have dreamed of existing before were accruing with more frequency "As long as you get Maggie's permission and under Ratchets supervision proceed." Optimus had opened another private comm link with Ratchet. "Is this the only way to get Jazz better?"
"As far as I can tell." Ratchet replied.
To be continued…
( I am really excited for future chapters things will get a little comical when other Autobot's want to start playing match maker with Maggie and Jazz)
