Chapter 9.5 -short

How to Forgive

Oh how I treat for you! Again this chapter had a good cut off point but I wanted a bit more. Also the first draft had a lot in it. Including a LOT of cut content that I may use later. Comment of the day and then some is: BumblePrime615 (again) Yep Closelens isn't so much a cinnamon roll anymore eh... now you know I said he wasn't a Everyman back a multiple chapters ago. Also I appreciate your enthusiasm! Thank you so much have a good Day/Night to you too! To everyone really, thank you!

In other news this is now my main series! It's much longer but please understand that I'm not forsaken my other projects. Also I've only been updating this frequently because I just don't have a lot going on and gradually will slow down cuz I got life to do as much as I hate it. Trust me, no one more then me wants to wright slave/master story's about possibly gay alien robots all day.

But I have many plans... Muhahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!

Jazz's P.O.V

I watched Closelens run away, I felt his panic in his frame as if his life depended on it for straight in a hour of need.

Was I angry?

I don't know.

I felt betrayed. I thought he was my perfect little pet but I stupidly never considered what his role was a Decepticon scientist. Really I was the fool for not thinking...

But I know the weapons he made, I saw the rust eat my fellow Autobot alive setting in so fast they were still alive, mouths open in silent scream. Optics starring into the face of oblivion, You can't unsee that!

The sentries of horrors caused by mechs like him, to small or weak to make into soldier.

No there was real energon on Closelens's hands, he deserves whatever I do to him and he knows it! Or else why keep it hidden.

But I remember his optics... his red beautiful optics. They looked up to me for support protection, giddiness all the things I can do to make his life just a little bit easier he looks at like gifts from Primus. Any misery he felt was my doing not that of others.

But I watched Him as he thought himself at my pleads expecting a execution. Millions of lives worth of revenge, he May or may not believe in Hell but he believes that why I'm here. To bring him the judgment day he feel he deserves. And you know what... maybe he doses

But... what would Optimus do...

Whenever I'm confused I always ask myself that. The mech has never did me wrong. I my not believe in Primus but I believe OP is special. No one could replace him no matter how much Hotrod wants to be.

I sighed to myself. It's no reason I'm not Prime. I'm selfish... I'd be hurting this mech for no reason. Because revenge was never a reason to hurt someone. The war is over, he's clearly no threat. And he...

He needs me to be the bigger person...

He needs me to tell him he can do this...

Closelens isn't no killer... Primus knows I've made my tainted marks. I'd be a hypocrite if I'd hurt him but gave myself no shade.

This is why I always left the tuff choices to people I trusted and right now...

I'm the hole world to that little bot. The war is over, I'll let him calm down at Ironhide's for the night, give me more time to think of a proper way to react tomorrow.

Closelens never disobeyed me, I promised I wouldn't hurt him otherwise. I'm no Springer and I'm no liar and I have nothing to prove. But me and him need to have a real mech to mech conversation. But that will wait for tomorrow...