Finally JAZZ is in!!! Hope ya love it!
There's a Jazz's POV at the end!!
A/N: Thank you Screamer's just a Screamer for being my awesome Beta :D
Ch. 5 – Sam's Junk Car
The heat was blaring hot, making most of the teens drive to the San Joaquin River to cool off. It was summer and there was no school for two and half months.
To Sam, it was going to be the best summer of all time. Why? Because he was finally allowed to get his license, so now he was legal to drive! Sam squealed like a little girl and leapt for joy, although later he denied it fervently once his uncle had heard about it. He was allowed to take driving school right after Spring Break and get his license right before summer if he passed, which he did. Though why he needed to go to a school for it was a mystery to him. His uncle even said he could get his own junk car for him to work on.
Today was the third day into summer and it was also the day Miles was coming over for the whole entire summer to Fresno and stay with him and his uncle. Sam was excited to see his friend again as he drove his uncle's truck to the Fresno Airport to pick up his friend at one o'clock.
The past months as been great for Sam; both his physical and emotional health were still getting better. School was easy for him, making him have a 4.0 average for the whole year. He even graduated with a high-school diploma, though he's only planning to go to a technical college for his degree in auto and drafting for cars. He kept in contact with Miles everyday over the computer, or laptop in Sam's case. Sometimes they would talk for hours on the web cam and blog just about anything. It was nice to stay in touch with his friend.
It was a month ago that Tony suggested that Miles could stay over for the summer. When Sam excitedly told Miles about the suggestion, Miles' mother agreed to let him stay, making both of the boys squeal like girls in excitement. Again, Sam denied that he ever did such thing.
Which is why he was driving toward the airport.
Finally arriving at the airport, Sam headed inside and went to gate seven to wait for the plane carrying his childhood friend to land. After about twenty minutes, the plane finally came in. Sam waited for the crowd to thin out, and then he spotted his blonde-headed friend, whose hair has grown almost past his shoulders.
"MILES!" Sam shouted to get his lost friend's attention. Miles turned to his name, and saw his long time best friend, Sam. He brightened, smiling as he tried to run toward his friend.
"Hey bro!" Miles said in his usual cheerful and carefree voice and smile, "Woah, my man, your hair gotten pretty long! Told you it would look good. It doesn't look like a nest of curls!"
And it was true, Sam's chocolate brown curls reached only to his jaw line and neck. It looked wild, in a tame way, compare to his short messy, nest curls.
"I know right?" Sam responded cheekily. "So, are you ready for an awesome summer in Fresno- no wait, I meant Industrial Fresno?!" Sam exclaimed dramatically.
Miles just chuckled and said, "Yeah, I'm totally ready dude. I have feelin' this summer will be the best compare to others." Miles mused aloud.
"Heh? You have that same feelin' too?" Sam asked. "I've been havin' the same feelin' too for awhile."
Miles just shrugged, "Well, whatever it is, 'm sure you and I will be fine. After all, bro's got each others' back, right dude?"
Sam grinned and said, "You and me against the world, right?" Miles agreed with thumbs-up and his 100-watt smile.
Cutting off the truck's engine, Sam helped Miles with his bags. "Well, welcome to old Fresno." Sam chirped, as he dragged one of the heavier bags towards the house. "This is Tony's house-slash-garage." Sam pushed Miles along as he continued on with his tour.
"Uh, it's very... unique." Miles said hesitantly as he stared at the junk yard and the faded paints.
"Yup, it's a total dump. But it's kind of homey." Sam said with a soft smile.
They walked on through the front door and Sam gave Miles a tour around the place. Finally they reach upstairs to Sam's room.
"And this is my room." Sam finished off with the tour, "You get the bottom bunk bed. And ya can throw your stuff anywhere ya want."
Once Miles was settled in, Sam took Miles back downstairs and to the garages to meet the hombres.
Walking through the garage's door, Miles was surprised at how well-maintained the garages were, and not a pile grease mess like most. But he was really shock at the pimped-up cars. "Dude, these cars are sweet lookin'!" Miles exclaimed, jumping up and down excitedly.
"I know, right?" Sam said, sharing the enthusiasm with his friend. "Anyway, these are the guys that work on the cars."
After the introduction, Miles and Sam were allow to help out a bit with the interior parts of a '78 T-Bird.
Eventually, Sam excused himself to cook dinner. "You cook?!" Miles asked in disbelief. Tony just shook his head with a grin.
"Yeah, but it's not that shocking. Plus the fast foods in this town are a heart's nightmare." Sam retorted with a frown.
"I didn't mean to offend ya, Sam. It's just shocking, bro." Miles said with hands up, as if to surrender. The hombres and Tony just chuckled at Miles.
Sam just smirk at Miles and drawled, "If you want an early grave, its fine by me." With that said, Sam sauntered into the house.
As Sam cooked he heard an engine revving, and, thinking it was the guys in the garage testing the T-bird, he went back to cooking. However, he didn't notice silver '96 Nissan outside at the front gate driving out of site.
^^^Silver Nissan's POV^^^
"'Bout time ah found dah Witwicky boy." The silver Nissan thought with a small rumble of victory, it took him over three years to find the kid who possible has the clue to location of the All-Spark.
The said Nissan went by the designation Jazz. He was an Autonomous Robotic Organism, but was called an Autobot for short.
As Jazz drove away he thought about how he was going to get the kid's attention to get the glasses.
"Man, dis mission would've been better if lil Bee was 'ere. He could get dah kid's attention with his ol' adorableness." He thought with a chuckle, but sobered up quickly when he remembered why he was sent and not little Bee.
It was during the battle against Megatron at Tyger Pax that little Bee not only got his vocal ripped out but also a virus that Megatron was not able to finish downloading, but partial of the virus was already effected Bee greatly. Fortunately Ratchet, the Autobot Medic, was able to get it the virus out. Unfortunately Prowl wouldn't let Bee go anywhere. Thus, Jazz was the next best mech to scout for the cube.
"Mother Hen." Jazz thought fondly of his best friend mothering his bond mate. Though he was a bit jealous of the two of having each other as bond mates while he has yet to find his spark-mate. In fact he think he will never find his other half, for all he know the mech in question could be dead or lost somewhere in space.
Shaking out of his short-lived misery, Jazz drove around the Witwicky's housing trying to find a suitable place to hide and spy on the boy.
So far, all he knew about the last descendent of the Witwicky kid was that he lost both of his parental units, graduated school with high marks, been in jail for illegal driving age and racing, 'Well, at least dah kid knows how ta live life with dah good ol' speed', and good at being a mechanic. "Ah bet ol' Hatchet would love dah kid." Jazz mused silently, still watching the kid for any clues on how he could get closer to said kid and the glasses.
He watched the proceeding of the human's eating ritual called 'dinner' with the other two males. Listening intently, he drove a bit closer, still hiding in the shadows.
^^^In the kitchen^^^
Finally finished cooking the chicken and shrimp Paella, he boxed some of the still warm food for the other four men in the garages. Walking to the garage he handed the hombres the boxes as they were leaving. Once they guys left, Sam dragged Miles and Tony out of the house, muttering about lazy asses.
"Mmmm, now that smell de-licious~" Miles goggled at the food.
Tony chuckled and replied, "Heh, wait tell ya eat it kid, its better than it smells." To prove it, Tony took a spoon full into his mouth with a moan, "Hm mmm, now that's food."
Miles not waiting any longer took a bite and almost started scarfing down the rest.
Sam just smiled at the proceeding, glad that he was able to make them satisfy with the food compare to restaurants or fast foods. He practically preened at the comments about his cooking.
As the three ate, Tony spoke up, "I was thinking, instead of a junk car from this yard, maybe ya want to try looking at Bobby's yard tomorrow. He got some new junk cars that came in last week. Some of them were sporty types. So whatcha say, kid, wanna go there tomorrow?"
Sam almost chocked on his food when his uncle made that announcement. He knew he was getting a junk car, but not that soon. "Really!?" He really hoped Tony wasn't pulling his leg otherwise he would have a flying fork heading his way.
Tony noticed the fork in Sam's fist pointing at him. "Of course kid." Nice save, he thought to himself.
Sam grinned crazily; Miles matched his grin, knowing how excited his friend was. The three talked about what kind of car there might be and what he would like to get.
"Well, ya just hav'ta wait 'morrow to check Bobby's yard." Was all Tony said with a smirk before getting up and washing the dishes.
Sam and Miles just continue to talk about the possible type of cars Sam would like to work on. What neither boy noticed was the low-rumble of a silver Nissan pulling away from the edge of the junk cars and headed deeper into the yard.
^^^Jazz POV^^^
"Damn, 'ah got lucky. Primus must be smiling down at meh today." Jazz thought, a bit giddy at finally getting closer to his subject that held the valuable map.
Jazz started to look for this 'Bobby' and his housing. Once he found it, he drove out silent, not wanting to alert the humans.
Once he found "Bobby Bolivia's Yard," He started to look for a better scrap car to disguise himself in. A breem later, he found a sporty '87 rusty-silver Porsche 935 Turbo. It was perfect for his size and speed. Quickly scanning it, he transformed into his mech form and grabbed the other rusty Porsche and walked toward the back of the junk yard and dropped it quietly onto the ground. Jazz, stealthily, walked back to where the original Porsche was and transformed back to his newer alt form.
Now all he had to do was wait for the kid.... "Slag. Dah sun better come up real soon." Jazz cursed. He was never the patient type.
The next day…
Sam was the first to wake up. Silently he got dressed and padded down the creaking stairs. He started right away onthe breakfast, making hash-browns, eggs, and bacon.
Once the pork slices started to sizzle, the drift of the drooling-smell up stairs, toward the sleepy males. It was Miles who woke up first, due to being young.
"Bacoooon," Miles droned like a zombie as he sniffed the air sleepily. 'What a way to wake up a nice breakfast cooked by my best friend,' Miles thought drowsily.
Sam just snickered at the site of Miles following the smell with his nose, as if he was sleep-walking, which, with almost no doubt, he probably was.
Closely followed by Miles, Tony came down the stairs with a large yawn, still trying to shake the sleep out of his body.
"Alrighty, here's the food, eat up you lazy asses." Sam drawled. As he put Tony's food down he went to put Miles plate down only to bring it back up, teasing the fuzzy-brain teen.
"Foood!" Miles whined, reaching for the plate. Sam just shook his head with a smirk before setting it down in front of Miles. Getting his own plate, he sat back down at the table.
Once they finished eating, Sam quickly washed the dishes and ordered his uncle and friend to get dress. "Jeez, someone is in a rush." Tony muttered as he walked up the stairs to his room.
After ten minutes the three got into Tony's truck and headed toward Bobby Bolivia's yard.
Twenty Minutes Later…
"'Bout time they show up." Jazz muttered as he watched the three males get out of the truck and towards the housing of Bobby's.
"Hope da kid chooses meh." Jazz pondered with nervousness. He really had no idea if dah kid will pick him or not. Primus, he hoped so.
"Tony!" An African-American yelled out cheerfully as he walked toward them with a big-sale pitch grin. "My man, how've ya been?"
Tony just waved, obviously not sharing the same enthusiasm in the morning. "Hey Bobby, 'm good. How 'bout you?"
"I'm fantastic." Bobby replied, still smiling. He turned to face Sam who stood next to Tony, "And you must be Sam Witwicky. It's nice to meet you kid." Holding his hand out.
Sam shook the hand, and replied jokingly, "No, I'm Darth Vader." Bobby was surprise by the kid's sarcasm, but never stopped smiling.
"Ha-ha! You really do got a mouth on you kid, just like ol' Tony here." Bobby responded all jolly-like. "Well, if your looking for a junk car, you should check the front lot, they just came in a few days ago."
Sam just nodded and grabbed Miles. As he dragged the sleepy blonde toward the front lot, Sam looked at each passing cars with critical eyes. After seeing bunch of useless cars, Sam looked at the 'new' junk cars. Once looking at the few possible cars, Sam noticed a rusty silver Porsche Turbo between the mini cooper and a yellow bug.
Sam paused and just stared at the rusty silver Porsche with the same critical eyes. Once he deemed that the frame of the car was still sturdy, he went toward the side of the car. Letting go of Miles' wrist, Sam opened the door and slowly sat down with care, as if he was afraid it will break the rusty Porsche.
^^^Jazz POV^^^
Jazz instantly tense as the Witwicky kid stopped in front of him. "Oh Primus, please let him choose meh." Jazz kept saying it silently as a mantra.
He almost jerked in surprise when the kid opened his driver side door and sat down in his seat.
Once the kid fully sat down on the seat Jazz felt like he was in the Matrix. The kid fit just perfectly on his seat without having to even adjust the fit. And the way he sat on the seat and gripped his steering wheel and the clutch... there was no word to describe the pleasurable feeling...
It made him want to strap the kid in tight and never let him go.
The kid, 'Sam' he corrected, rubbed the Autobot symbol on his wheel it almost made him revved loudly in elation at the feeling.
"Primus, what 's this kid doin' ta meh?" Jazz thought in a daze and confusion.
^^^Sam^^^
As Sam gripped the starring wheel and the clutch, he felt the feeling of odd happiness and thrill coursing through him.
To him, sitting in this car made him feel... real and alive. No other cars made him feel like this, not even Brian's or Roman's speed cars.
This car... was a whole new level of different.
It was perfect in his eyes. It felt right just sitting here, like he belonged.
The new strange feeling confused him, but it didn't stop the strange happiness that was bubbling through him.
He slowly got out, he felt rather reluctant to exit the silver vehicle. Once he got out, Sam went to the front of the car and popped the hood.
What he saw surprise him, but he was pleased to see such beautiful silver engine.
He could have sworn he heard a low rumble, like a pleasing sound from the Porsche. Thinking he was hearing things, he shut the hood with gentleness.
^^^Miles^^^
'Man. I'm exhausted.' Miles thought, but didn't complain, especially at the look on his friend's face as he sat in the Porsche, it was pure happiness. The look surprised him, he never seen that look on his friend's face before. 'Huh, well, if this car can make him look this happy, it can't be all bad.'
The look was still on Sam's face as he stepped out of the car, though he could have sworn he saw some hesitation, as if he didn't want to leave the car. 'Odd.' Miles thought with a frown. He continued to watch the proceeding.
When Sam popped the hood, he heard Sam's sharp intake of breath. Miles walked toward him and looked inside. "Sweet damn, Sam, that's new." Miles couldn't help but gave a low-whistle at the spanking new engine. Though he threw a suspicious look at the low revving sound. 'Odd...Really odd.'
Sam faced him with a smirk on his face, making Miles take a step back.
^^^Sam^^^
Sam knew if his uncle or the Bobby guy see that the car has a new looking engine already installed they would one: put a high price on it, or two won't sell it at all.
So, it was only natural of him to pretend the car needed a new engine, and to act like it, they would have to tow the Porsche home. With a smirk, he turned to face Miles.
"You and I got acting to do." Sam said with his growing smirk.
^^^Miles^^^
After going over his idea with him, Miles instantly agreed knowing that Sam liked the car, and if it means somewhat stealing and lying than so be it.
Sam was meant for this car.
^^^Jazz^^^
He almost panicked when Sam was getting out. He thought he was going to lose his human, yes his.
But was instantly surprise and embarrassed when Sam popped his bonnet and stared at his engine. He practically purred when he saw and heard Sam's gasp, obviously surprise and pleased.
He heard Sam speak in a low, almost tuneful voice to his friend. When he heard of the plan, he decided that he will play along. He truly wanted to be with Sam, his perfect human.
^^^Tony^^^
Shutting the hood, Sam turned his back to it and looked for Tony. He shouted for his uncle, "Tony! I found what I want!"
Tony was surprise how quick it took for Sam to find a decent junk car, but walked toward the teens nevertheless.
Once he was close enough, he saw what Sam wanted. And damn did the kid have good eyes. "So this is the lucky one?" Tony asked, already knowing the answer to his question.
"Of course, why the hell would I shout for yah if I haven't found one yet?" Sam asked with a frown.
Tony just raised an eyebrow at the kid. "Just makin' sure, kid." He replied. Tony took a closer look and notice it was a fine car. And somehow, Sam matched its personality.
"Alright kid, I'll tell Bobby ya found one. Is it gonna need towing?" Tony asked after his own thorough search.
Sam nodded, "Ya, the water heater is kinda busted, I don't want ta damage it more."
Tony just nodded and started to walk back to Bobby's house, "Alright kid, be back a few with the bumper hitch."
As he walked back, Tony look back at Sam and saw the happiness and eagerness, it surprise him, but in a way, the silver Porsche seem to charm Sam. It made his soul ease with gratefulness at finding the special car.
...Though he swore that he saw the Porsche move closer to Sam, as in attempt to get as physically closer to Sam.
^^^Jazz^^^
'YAAA! Thank yah Primus!' Jazz thought with intense happiness. He rolled closer to Sam, thinking about all the time he will be spending with his human.
'He's all mine, mine, mine, mine!' Jazz thought possessively. Though he knew his mission was to get the glasses, he still got time to hang out with his human while his team is headed this way once he sends a message tomorrow night.
'…He's all mine.' Jazz thought with a smirk and a giddy feeling.
I finally finished the chapter!! WHEW! That took awhile!
Anyway I hope ya like it!!
Next chapter won't be until next Sunday or Monday... depends on my motivation, really
Beta, Screamer's Just A Screamer's, notes:
Albinochild has a great eye for story plots, I really enjoyed beta-ing this! It made me squeal a couple of times. ^_^ Hope you like it!