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Jazz-
Jazz's processors paused in shock. He blinked his optics at Maggie, Jazz started laughing in amusement. "That's sounds wonderful." He leaned in closer as he talked. His optics turning a pink color. He could smell Maggie's sweet perfume. "I feel the same way. When do you want to go? What would you like to do?"
"How about now? What can we do? Were out in the middle of nowhere and even if we were in a town we cant go into a regular building like a movie theatre." Maggie said lost in thought.
It only took Jazz a nano click to come up with plans. "Give me one hour and I will give you a most unforgettable evening." Jazz said oozing with charm. He had stood up and held out his hand to help Maggie up. Maggie went back to the party while Jazz took off to gather some materials. An hour later Jazz picked up the Maggie. He chuckled to himself at the curiosity that was practically bubbling out of her. Jazz transformed into his Pontiac form and popped open the passenger door. Ratchet's medical orders be damned. He was going to transform for his date with Maggie. Once she was snugly buckled in he drove out into the desert.
Jazz flipped on his radio to soft music. They drove off the base and out of the canyon. Optimus had given him permission for him to leave so the soldiers at the gate let them pass. It was Jazz's personal mission tonight to impress Maggie. Several moments later Jazz went off road and floored it crunching sage brush as he went. Even though they went over four wheel terrain it felt like they were on smooth silk black top.
After twenty minutes of roaming though the desert Jazz pulled into a small valley. On either side were beautiful red sandstones that glowed with a warm ambience in the setting sun. Jazz had pulled into a spot to watch the sunset. "Oh my goodness Jazz! Its so beautiful!" Maggie eyes were wide open soaking up the environment. Jazz could see her though a video feed on the dash and smiled to himself. The sunset was beautiful. Pinks, purples and blue blazed glory across the desert.
Jazz instructed her to open the glove compartment. Maggie gave him a suspicious but when she looked a smile spread across her face. "Pizza!" Maggie said amused. She grabbed a small plate that had some hot slices of cheese on it. "My favorite!"
"I have observed it was your favorite food. I had the chef heat one up. You might want to look on the back seat as well." Maggie reached behind her and pulled out a vintage wine bottle of wine.
"You thought of everything!" She started munching away as they talked watching the rest of the sunset. Maggie dilentgy tried not to leave any crumbs.
"I have another surprise as well. But we need to wait till it gets a little dark." Jazz said teasingly. Maggie had narrowed her eyes giving him a suspicious look.
Twenty minutes later Jazz requested that she get out of the vehicle so he could transform. It took him a little longer then normal but Maggie did not notice. Jazz laid out a large blanket on the ground for them to sit on. He had pulled out a small projector from his storage chest and laid it down. He connected a small cable from his arm port and connected it the device. Maggie was watching with interest.
"Are we watching a movie?" Maggie inquired.
"I have over ten thousand stored in my database or we can play any game that you can think of." Jazz was beaming a cool blue as he winked and pulled out two controllers. One was large enough for Jazz to grip in his finger servos. He handed a much smaller identical one to Maggie. "I heard you like to game!"
Maggie stared up at him in amazement, "Your really took the storage space for all those movie and games?" She started laughing. This was the best date she had been on for a long time.
"Of course, I enjoy your culture." Jazz said, "What would you like to watch…or play?"
Maggie grinned. "You have the original Super Mario? It has been a long time since I played that"
"Sure do!" Jazz said. At that moment he turned on the projector and a supervised image of the video game reflected off the massive dark canyon wall. "Our own private entertainment center."
Several hours later after bashing there way though several levels and of course letting Maggie win every time, Jazz turned on a random indie movie. Maggie was getting cold again. Jazz was sitting cross legged so Maggie climbed up and sat on his right leg and rested her back against Jazz's chest. Jazz adjusted his positions so his chest chassis wouldn't be pocking into her back. Jazz was always running back ground scans and they confirmed that she was getting warmed up from his spark chamber deep inside his chest.
Jazz felt a spread of warmth thought the said spark at the thought of Maggie so close. A few minutes later Maggie asked out loud, "I can feel your heartbeat. I know you don't have one but I swear I can feel a tdhump, thump…" Maggie said out loud to the tempo she had been hearing.
Jazz couldn't help but smirk. "That's my sparks normal resonance frequency. I guess you could call it a heartbeat but its an energy discharge." He also thought to himself something a human should not be able to detect. Maggie shrugged and went back to the movie. Jazz refocused his scans on her. To his amazement her heart had started slowing down to match his frequency. He decided to experiment. He slowly speed up the frequency and to his amusement Maggie's heart had kept tempo. Maggie didn't even seem to notice as she was engrossed in the movie.
Despite the seriousness applications of this Jazz was having fun. He kept his frequency close to the 60 beats per minute of the human heart rate so not to endanger Maggie. A couple of times Maggie had turned her head and glanced up at him as if she wanted to say something. She never did so he let her be. Jazz was nearly crawling out of his crank case dying to know if she was consciously sensing anything. However he kept his face and body calm never letting on that he was excited with Maggie's new ability. Finally after the fourth time Maggie had seemed like she wanted to say something Jazz asked. "What is it? You seem like you have been wanting to say something."
Maggie looked away off into the darkness of the desert, she bit her lip. "I know this sounds odd but I am getting the same tingly feeling I get when Ratchet scans me and…"she died out in a little whisper as Jazz 's optics cast a blue color over Maggie's skin.
"And?" Jazz asked. His facial expression changed to that of reassurance that she could tell him.
Maggie sat up and perched herself on his knee, "Normally I would not mention this but considering the strange things that have been going on I can't rule out anything. I got the strongest sense that you were thrilled over something. What's weirder is after a while listening to your spark resonance thingy I kept on getting the numbers 2525 repeating in my mind like it was a song stuck in my head. Where you doing anything?" Maggie asked.
Jazz was not hiding his emotions anymore. His optics flew open and brightened so much that Maggie ended up squinting at the sudden change of low level lighting to brightness. Jazz also tensed up and briskly picked up Maggie in his hand and raising her to his eye level. "Hey take it easy Jazz" Maggie said. She was disoriented from movie so quickly. "What's going on?" She asked.
Jazz explained his experiment a little hesitantly concerned it would tick Maggie off. Far from being upset Maggie was looking surprised and excited at the same time. "Holy shit! That's freaking awesome. Is it similar to telepathy or something?"
Jazz was happy that Maggie seemed intrigued. That was one of the reasons why Jazz liked Maggie because like him, Maggie shared a strong curiosity about the world around them. "I wouldn't say its telepathy. Its more like a radio. The receptor has to be at the same frequency as the transmitter."
"Did those number mean anything?" Maggie asked. She leaned in closer to Jazz's face eager for the answer.
"Embedded into our spark emission is an underling pattern of data. The emission of numbers is only the first layer to that pattern. Its like comparing a 2 dimension plan to a four dimensional one. Not unlike what your doing to simplify and extrapolate the Cybertronian language to work with human technology." Jazz said.
"This is amazing and freakish at the same time!" Maggie said. "Can we try it again?"
Jazz hesitated for a moment remembering Ratchet's warning that they should be supervised if they tried bonding. This wasn't bonding. His logic processor detected that the probable outcome of any danger being negligible. Beside's he couldn't resist the puppy eyes that Jazz was giving her. "Ok. I am going to emit a frequency let me know what you pick up." Jazz said.
Maggie sat there for a good couple of minutes waiting and staring off into space. "Nothing" Maggie said looking disappointed. Jazz's processor chip gave another suggestion on how to alter this experiment to a successful outcome. He lowered Maggie back down and advised her to sit with her back against his spark chamber again. She did. Jazz once again focused on the lower frequency he was emitting. Several seconds past and Maggie started to get fidgety again. She turned to look at him. "The only thing that I could sense was a tone." She starting humming. It took her a moment to harmonize what she was humming to what she had sensed. "I can hear it in my mind but I can't hear it with my ears." Maggie said earning a smile from Jazz.
"I was transmitting the note E flat on a very low basic Cybertronian signal. I am not broadcasting it on my speakers. I am not sure how you can pick it up but if you're willing we can try this later with Ratchet and he could run scans" Jazz suggested. Maggie agreed albeit a little reluctantly.
"If it can work with me can it work the other way around? Can you hear my thoughts without using your regular scanners?"Maggie asked. Jazz sat motionless as he calculated how he could try this experiment with Maggie as the sender.
"My scans can detect your biological chemistry and the energy that is around it. What your internet describes as an aura. It may be possible to fine tune my scanners. With enough experimentation I may be able to read your brain waves and correlate them to words. For you to send your thoughts to me is not possible you have no emitters." Jazz explained.
Maggie looked bummed and pleaded, "Can we try anyway?" Jazz sighed and to make her happy he said yes. "Give me a moment to think of something and let me know if you pick up on it." Maggie said while closing her eyes. She took a deep breath and pictured in her mind something simple. Jazz of course thought this was silly. He registered no change since she started concentrating and he stated this fact to Maggie. Her disappointment tugged on his spark. Jazz yearned to make this work for her so he told her he would try again.
One more time. This time Jazz decided to fine tune his scanners and directed them at Maggie's head where he detected the center of her current brain waves were coming from. Primus! It was times like this he wished he had Ratchet's scanners and tools. Jazz had an overwhelming need to make this work. At first his scans showed nothing of importance, but then it started to change and Jazz took notice. Maggie's energy and body rhythms were sinking up to his own but he wasn't demonstrating the same ability that Maggie had with picking up thoughts.
Then it all went wrong.
In a fraction of a second several things happenend. Maggie let out a horrible scream followed by her passing out and convulsing. At the same time Jazz got a nasty feedback surge that temporarily paralyzed him and fried several circuits. Fortunately his back up system got him on line in time to catch Maggie before she hit the ground. Jazz withdrew his scanners and at the same moment Maggie's body stopped jerking. There was a small trickle of blood coming from her nose.
"Scrap!" Jazz cursed.
Jazz was starting to panic but he kept himself composed long enough to transform around Maggie's body and back into his vehicle form. He speed off at top speed back to base leaving the projector behind. Jazz urged his wheels to go faster then they had in a millennia. He risked scanning Maggie again who was laying on the back seat secured with the seat belts. Her breathing was shallow. Jazz urgently opened a comm link to Ratchet. In less then a nano click he told Ratchet what happened and got a response full of Cybertronian cursing from the medic. He told Ratchet to prepare for his arrival. He was still ten minutes away.
