Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Author's Note: Sorry for the short chapter but this didn't really fit in with the other chapter so I decided to split it.
un-beta'd
"Is that all you got, Megatron?"
He thinks he's the one speaking but he's not sure. The name… he knows that name. He just can't seem to place it…
"Come here, you little cretin!"
He growls when the words filter through his cortex. His body lurches forward in a weak attempt to attack. He can almost see the dark scowling face and feel the sharp claws latch onto him.
"You want a piece of me! You want a piece!"
Jazz feels his fans stall and his joints squeal painfully. His frame feels hot but his fans aren't churning enough cool air to lower his temperature.
"No, I want two!"
He shudders, clawed digits digging into the berth. His limbs jerk and cables shriek as the pressure continues to coil them tighter. He sees bright red eyes stare down as his body twists painfully. The sensation of being torn in two all over again almost knocks him out. He wants to fall into recharge until the pain goes away but the sounds of yelling won't let him.
"Why is he screaming?"
"Is he alright?"
"I don't know! I-!"
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Jazz falls into stasis. Even there he thinks he feels phantom pains bite up and down his spark. When his optics online again it's dark. He tries to pull himself up but there are restraints holding him down. A sharp clink-clink-clink causes him to look down and he frowns at his twitching digits and pedes. His limbs don't obey when he tells them to stop twitching. He shoves his panic aside as he tries to assess his position.
"Jazz? Jazz, can you hear me?"
Jazz twists his head as far as he can to see a pair of glowing blue eyes. He ignores the CMO to shift through his memories. It feels like he's fumbling when he tries to pull up every bit of data from his logs. His fans screech when they stall in surprise because the last memory he has is from before Mission City.
He stares for a beat before he growls low. He shake his head because he knows, he knows for a fact that the Autobots had gone to Mission City to hide the Allspark. He wants to ask what the frag happened because he knows he died. He felt his spark gutter and his frame be ripped apart. Instead his voice hiccups and sends a burst of static. He thrashes, ignoring his system when they beep warnings.
"Jazz, calm down before I put you under again!"
The Autobot stills, optics spiraling wide. His vents shriek and warnings flood his HUD. He hears his name again and he does his best to answer but it comes out in a jumble. Jazz groans as a tremor racks through his frame. It hurts, it hurts, it's like he's being torn again!
"It's alright, you're alright. The pain is only temporary."
Jazz dims his optics, unable to focus on the new voice on his right.
"Shh," Another voice from his left whispers, "Go back to sleep. You'll be as right as rain next time you wake up."
He's already in recharge before the speaker finishes. Later, he remembers dreaming of two pairs of yellow optics guarding him.