Toys and a Wish IV
I was woken up by hunger pains what felt like minutes later. Groaning I moved to roll onto my stomach, but ended up falling off the stretcher that I had been sleeping on.
"Ow," I moaned from the floor.
"Are you alright Sarah?" The CMO asked.
"Yah great," I replied sarcastically as I pushed myself into a kneeling position, not very smart considering my knees were sore from the previous night. "What time is it?" I asked leaning on the stretcher as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
"It is seven twenty three in the morning," Ratchet replied. "Optimus wishes to speak with you after you have had breakfast."
"Yah uh little problem Ratchet, the last of my money was spent on those cheese fries that, are not only smashed into the ground, but are probably being eaten my multiple birds," I said as I pulled out the change from the previous night.
"Ah yes speaking of your…financial problem, Jazz has something for you" the medic said with a smile. "Also, I have a spare pair of shoes in the cabinet under the stretcher for you." I had forgotten that I didn't have shoes and laughed slightly.
"Thanks," I said as I pulled out the box and opened it. They were a pair of plain white tennis shoes and were size eight. I wore six and a half.
Climbing out of the back of the Search and Rescue Hummer I stretched and savored the early morning sun on my skin. Catching the sight of a pair of flashing headlights out of the corner of my eye, I found that it was Jazz. Smiling I walked over to the second in command and ran my hand over the edge of his hood in greeting.
"Mornin' sleepy head," he said a smile in his voice. I laughed and flicked his hood playfully.
"Ratchet said you have something for me?" I asked looking at the driver's seat, half expecting to see someone sitting there.
"I do," the silver mech said as he popped the passenger door open. "'S in the glove compartment." Sitting down I opened said compartment and a small plastic card fell onto the floor. Picking it up, I found that it was a credit card. It looked exactly like the Bank of America one I had back home, signature and everything. The only difference was the small hologram in the corner. Instead of it being an eagle, it was an Autobot insignia.
"How…" that was all I could say as I turned the small plastic card over in my hands. Jazz chuckled softly.
"Don' worry 'bout the details, but tha' card's got no limits," a smirk was obvious in his tone. I opened my mouth to say something but the second in command cut me short.
"Now," he said that and a man flickered to life in the driver's seat beside me. Not expecting this I yelped in surprise and fell out of the silver Solstice, which fortunately was close to the ground.
"Sarah! You a'ight?" The dark skinned holo-form asked leaning out the passenger side door. That was twice that I had fallen in the span of less then fifteen minutes, a new record.
"Damn it," I hissed in pain as I rolled onto my side, removing my feet from the Solstice as I went. "Warn a girl Jazz."
"Sorry," a warm voice, filled with genuine concern, said from beside me. Looking up I found the holo-form of the second in command reaching down to help me up. I guess I had a pretty shocked look on my face because a smile crept across his human face.
"Chivalry 'aint dead yet," he said as he helped me to my feet. Brushing myself off, I laughed.
"No but its pretty damn close," I said as we made our way to the diner.
As the two of us walked across the parking lot I managed to get a decent look at the second in command's holo-form. His skin was a soft brown, sort of mocha color, and had a head of black dreadlocks that were slightly past his shoulders. I couldn't help but smile when I saw the one-piece dark blue sunglasses he was wearing. Just like his visor, I thought. Shortening my stride a little I tried to get a better look at what he was wearing. I guess I wasn't being very ninja-like because the second in command laughed softly and looked back at me through his blue sunglasses with a smile.
"See somethin' ya like?" He asked as he cocked his head to the side playfully. The blood rushed to my cheeks and I suddenly found my shoes very interesting as I brushed past him.
"Maybe," I said softly as the two of us entered the small diner, my cheeks still burning.
The two of us were greeted by the same woman that I had bought the fries from the previous night. Sitting the two of is in a booth that overlooked the parking lot she handed us our menus and took our drink orders, milk for me and a coffee for Jazz.
After deciding what I wanted, chocolate chip pancakes, I folded the menu and stared out into the parking lot. I could just see Optimus's smokestacks and the top of Ironhide. Suddenly Ratchet's words rung in my head: Optimus wishes to speak with you after you have had breakfast. I must have had quite a look on my face because Jazz broke the silence.
"You a'ight?" He asked looking me over. "You look like Megatron jus' fell outta the sky." I tried to smile but I guess it came out as more of a grimace because Jazz fixed his bright blue eyes on me, he had taken his sunglasses off, and gave me a 'come-on-you-can-tell-me' look.
"Just thinking," I said taking a sip of my milk.
"'Bout?" The second in command pressed. I sighed in defeat and decided that I might as well ask him.
"Is Optimus mad at me?" I asked looking up back at Jazz sheepishly. The response I got was him looking at me as if I'd grown a third head.
"Why'd he be mad at ya?" He asked as our food was brought to us. I gave him an 'are-you-serious?' look. After a few seconds the second in command realized what I was talking about and let out a warm laugh.
"Sarah, he's not mad at ya, slag he was more worried then anythin'," the dark skinned holo-form said with a smile as he took a sip of his coffee. "Now go on and eat, we gotta get back on the road in an hour."
