Author's Note: Hello everyone! Band and work have been keeping me pretty busy, but hopefully I won't disappoint with this chapter.
On to reviews!
blood shifter: I know! They're going to be so mean to him…Unfortunately, Jazz has been snatched…you'll see by who soon! And thanks!
Mistress Megatron: Although you won't be able to read this when I update, here's some cookies for you!
Hahaha! Poor Jetfire, always walking in on the couples. And they didn't really have a dream, per se…they just thought they had the same dream, which was Starscream and Blurr coming back. That's why they went to Jetfire and asked him about it, so they could see if they had really dreamed that their respective spark/soul mates were back.
Jetfire's going to have a time with this one! I'm glad you love this story; it loves you back, I promise! Haha, thanks!
'HURRICANE'Hannah: I love writing Alexis and Starscream together, they're so cute! I have a feeling you're on the right path about Jetfire and the new girl…mwahahaha! This chapter shall unveil all!
Azura Soul Reaver: Something is coming for Jazz too, just wait! And thanks!
randomlass: Oh, believe me, I'm going to have a great time writing the slang. XD And thank you! Saber is based heavily on myself, except she's taller and a few other physical differences. :) I've changed a few things about her but it's still fun writing things that I could possibly do or say. Thanks again!
Nola1: I have a feeling you'll enjoy it!
DarkMizar: I've never gone to Disneyworld :( But that's not what's important! I hope you've gotten your voice back! And I'm glad you're happy about Starscream and Alexis, I think you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it! I decided to make Starscream blonde because that's how I saw him pictured once as a human, and I liked it. And yes, Jetfire's in quite a predicament right now! Haha!
I kinda miss updating every night! It's sad how I don't have enough time anymore. :(
P.S.: Transformers equals no ownage by me.
Saber tiptoed her way into the hallway, making her way towards where Rosaline was talking to Red Alert. She heard their conversation, picking up bits and pieces and figuring that the girl was simply telling the medic any health hazards she might have or had in the past.
She dismissed the conversation quickly, tiptoeing past the sick bay and into the communications room, walking up to the large computer. She typed a few things into it, and quickly got coordinates to where a certain Autobot had run off to. She saw that the dot on the map began to move back toward base, so she exited out of the screen and made her way outside, through the back door where Jetfire would enter.
Once out she began to walk further on, slipping on her earpiece and gently pressing a button, locking in to Jetfire's frequency and opening up a radio link.
"Ooooh Jetfiiiireee…"
She could hear him sigh on the other end before replying.
"Can I help you, Saber?"
"Yes, you can. Meet me outside base; I have a question to ask."
"Fine."
A few seconds passed before he severed the connection and she waited, removing the headset and setting it in her pocket again. A few more minutes passed before he finally came into view, transforming from his space shuttle mode and landing swiftly in front of her, causing a small amount of dust to kick up, but enough to start her coughing.
"Jeez Jetfire, way to make a grand entrance." She coughed some more, clearing her throat, "I think that was an attempt to kill me." She looked up at the mech, noticing there was no smile in his optics as there usually was. He wasn't making a comment or chuckling at her small expense, much unlike his usual self.
Saber took a step back, raising her hands in a surrendering motion.
"Whoa, what up with the silent treatment?" She asked, obviously concerned.
The mech shifted uncomfortably, looking around before leaning forward and picking her up, carefully. He turned again and began to head towards the wooded area near the base, past a few tall rocks; when he arrived he set Saber down by a tree before sitting down himself, resting his back against a different tree and causing it to heave slightly with his movement.
He hesitated, glancing between Saber and the horizon, which was covered mainly by the tree branches. He released air from his vents before turning his head away from her, and reaching up to rub the back of his neck.
"I can't go back there, Saber. Optimus appointed me to be the young girl's guardian."
Saber, quick to pick up on who he was speaking of, saw no connection and shrugged her shoulders. "Isn't that a compliment? Rosaline – that's her name, by the way, since you weren't there – seems like a really nice girl. She's a little bit quiet, but she has good intentions at heart; why do you not want to be her guardian?"
The mech groaned internally before turning to look at Saber, fixing his optics on her hazel eyes. "Because of the same reason Blurr didn't want to be yours."
It took Saber a moment to realize what he meant before she let out a surprised 'oh' and began to topple backward; if it wasn't for Jetfire helping her sit down she would've fallen straight back.
She took a deep breath, releasing it slowly and bringing her gaze to settle on his. She smiled, pausing a moment before saying, "So…sparkmates, huh?"
Jetfire frowned beneath his facial mask, ripping his optics from her warm eyes and turning to look at the glistening water in the distance, shoulders slumped.
"Look…" She paused, rising to her feet and walking up to him, patting his leg armor reassuringly, "…maybe it's not as bad as you think. I mean, Blurr and I had to go through the same thing, and now look at us!" She paused, holding her hands out and giving him a thumbs-up with a big smile; she held it when he glanced at her before dropping her smile and hunching her shoulders, pursing her lips to the side.
"Okay, so maybe that's not the best example…but c'mon Jetfire! Aren't you the one that says 'You can fall alone or fall together'?" She smiled, waiting for him to process what she meant, "And I think you need to know…she knew you weren't there when she woke up."
Jetfire froze, turning slowly to look at her. "…how?"
"She said that whenever Jazz was bringing her in, she heard your voice…and when she didn't hear it as we were introducing ourselves, she asked about it. Turns out, it was your voice that stuck out in her mind…" She gave him a wink, nudging him as much as she could with her small figure before setting her hands on her hips and looking up at him again.
"You need to face this like a mech. And…" She paused, almost glaring at him, "…you need to apologize to her."
Rosaline wandered around the base, exploring it despite her wounds. She had managed to sneak out, against Red Alert's orders and her better judgment, to explore the base simply out of curiosity. It was not something she would've normally done, but then again, what was normal about the situation she was in? She was injured, saved by giant robots, and was desperately wanting to know the mech whose voice had stuck in her mind so vividly…
She sighed dreamily, her childish instincts getting the better of her as she peeked into one of the rooms. "Jetfire…that's his name. I wonder when I'll get to meet him." She said quietly, blinking when she saw nobody in the room and stepping inside the human-sized door, glancing around. She walked up to what she figured was the bed, and figured the room was one of the mech's rooms, considering the size of everything. She heard loud, Cybertronian-sized footsteps and panicked, hiding behind the bed and squeezing her eyes shut.
"God, what am I doing? They've probably got like, heat sensors or something…" She thought, letting out a quiet sigh and figuring it was Red Alert that entered the room, looking for her. When she didn't hear her name being called she opened her eyes, blinking away the white spots that had appeared from squeezing her eyes so tightly together.
"Primus…" The mech grumbled, putting a hand up to touch his forehead and shaking his head, "…what am I supposed to do with that girl? She's so slaggin' pushy about things…I don't know how Blurr can deal with it." He mumbled, talking to himself quietly except when he added emphasis to certain words. He paused a moment, suddenly picking up an energy signature and narrowing his optics, turning to look at where it was radiating from.
When he saw her his spark froze briefly, only to overheat and cause him to stumble back. He gripped the side of his bed to keep his balance – last thing they needed was a mech causing some commotion inside the base. His optics shifted from left to right and back again, as if he was searching for something to help him out of the situation.
When nothing came, he turned back to the girl and looked at her, noticing the dark pink flush that had gathered on her cheeks. He couldn't help raising an optic ridge briefly before shaking it off and hesitating, reaching out a digit towards her so she could shake it.
"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Adair. I must apologize for not being there when you awoke; I was talking to our Autobot leader back on Cybertron." He failed to mention that he had taken the chance as a way to find an escape so he wouldn't have to be there when she awoke and saw him in all his spark-heated glory.
He shook the thought off when he felt her soft hand touch his finger, and her gentle digits wrap firmly against it. He could feel his spark reaching maximum potential and he flinched, reaching his hand back and in his sudden movement causing her to stumble forward, releasing his digit.
"My apologies once again, Miss Adair." He paused, smiling nervously beneath his faceplate, "N-Name's Jetfire." He stumbled over his words, his spark and wires finally beginning to settle back into their normal state. "Primus, this is bad…" He thought, looking at the confused girl.
"Uh…yeah." She smiled, shrugging his previous motion off, "Just call me Rosaline. Nice to meet you, Jetfire." Her smile widened into a grin and she looked him over, her eyes widening suddenly.
Jetfire noticed her expression and looked down at himself, wondering what was wrong. He looked back up briefly to see her waving her hand and shaking her head, causing his main processor to groan in confusion.
"No, no, there's nothing wrong. I just…have a question." She glanced away sheepishly before turning back to look at him, her cheeks reddening and giving her a warm glow.
"Ask me anything you like." He replied honestly, glad that she hadn't been trying to find his faults. That was the last thing he needed – his sparkmate rejecting him.
"Tell me…what do you transform into?"
Jetfire, not seeing any relevance in the question, shrugged his large shoulders and replied quickly.
"I am what humans call a space shuttle. I am the main method of transportation when Mini-Cons are located on other planets, such as Mars."
Rosaline held her breath, eyes widening. She brought her hands up to her lips and exhaled slowly, her cheeks releasing some of the red hue they had acquired. She looked away in embarrassment, finally realizing she had been staring and felt her eyes prickle up with tears of joy.
Jetfire stared at her with confused optics. "Rosaline, my sensors indicate that you are about to leak lubricants from your optics. Are you feeling well, or shall I take you to Red Alert?" He asked, using his 'second-in-command' words so she'd know he was being serious.
"No, I'm fine." She replied, her pitch slightly higher than normal as she waved a hand at him. She could feel a chuckle escape her lips, followed by a couple more which eventually turned into laughs. She could feel Jetfire's gaze on her and she turned, blinking away a few tears and moving her arms to rest back at her sides.
"I've just…well, my dream job has always been to an astronaut." She could feel her cheeks getting hotter, "I love space, and I've always dreamt of going up there some day, to explore planets and learn." She smiled, turning her head to the side slightly, "Sorry if I worried you, I've just never seen a space shuttle up close before; or, at least…someone that can transform into one."
Jetfire could feel relief wash over his mainframe as he stared at her, smiling inwardly. So, she loved space, huh? Then he was going to give her the time of her life.
Alexis could feel herself gripping the seat she was strapped into with surprising might. She could feel the inside of the Sukhoi Su-35 plane rumble as it began to lift off, and she squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head so hard that she was sure she was going to make herself pass out.
After a moment, she felt her body become light like air and she relaxed, eyes opening slightly to reveal a bright and cloud-filled sky. Her eyes widened from their narrowed position and she let out a loud gasp, noticing that even still they were rising above, past and through clouds toward a higher altitude.
Her jaw dropped and she chuckled lightly, her ears popping from how fast and high they were going. Her hands released the seat and moved on to the harness, her fingers wrapping securely around it as she watched the clouds breeze by with ease.
She let out a startled scream when the aircraft suddenly jolted and tilted to the side briefly, before turning completely to be upside down and then just as easily returning to its upright position. The girl whipped her head to look at the green screen in front of her, glaring at it.
"Starscream!"
The jet chuckled, engine rumbling lowly as he made his descent. Once they breached past the clouds he began to slow down, much to the relief of the girl in the cockpit.
"Were you scared, Alexis?"
The girl glared at the screen, sticking her tongue out in a childish manner. "Of course not!" She retorted, scoffing, "You just surprised me."
She turned her head, before letting out a yelp when he sped up to perform a barrel roll. She glared at the screen when they were upright again, trying to keep her lips from curving up into a smile. When she couldn't, she looked away and used the short locks of hair in an attempt to cover up the warm gesture, gripping the harness tightly.
"Relax, Alexis Anderson. You won't fall out, I give you my word."
Alexis turned, raising her gaze and setting it on the green screen. She reached out a hand, resting her fingertips on it gently and caressing it, assuming that the screen was where Starscream watched her from.
"I trust you, Starscream. But where are we going?"
The latter simply tilted his right wing slightly, turning away from the daylight of the sun and to the darker part of the planet, waiting for her to look up.
"To the stars."
Saber looked up at the large screen, hearing loud, Autobot-sized footsteps behind her. She turned to see Blurr there, and smiled up at him, tilting her head. "Hey. How was your nap?"
The field commander merely stared at her, shaking his head. "Cybertronians don't nap, Saber Anderson. But to answer your question, my recharge went quite well." He responded, smiling inwardly at her scoff and the human gesture of rolling her eyes. He leant forward to pick her up, bringing her close to his face and reaching out a free digit, caressing the side of her face warmly and speaking in a hushed tone.
"How did your talk with Jetfire go?"
The girl merely smiled, glancing away in an attempt to hide her and Jetfire's secret from him.
"It went great. He's probably talking to Rosaline right now."
The mech narrowed his optics at her, not pleased with her answer but rubbing her back gently nonetheless. He didn't hear the warning beep of the communications computer, and barely registered the footsteps entering the room until it was too late.
Jazz shifted his weight to the side, clicking his tongue and shaking his head, pointing a thumb towards the hallway. "If you two wanna get it on you better do it in Blurr's room."
Saber blushed at his words, shaking her head and waiting for Blurr to set her down. She watched said mech glare at Jazz, ready to say something witty but holding himself back from doing so.
The second-in-command moved to stand next to Saber, reaching over and talking into her ear. "If you ask me, the mech needs it. Blurr's been on his human female's period since he was a sparkling."
Blurr moved, ready to land one on the stylish 'bot's visor but froze, looking up at the screen. He raised an optic ridge when he saw it, but eventually his smirk was visible even in his optics.
"Turn around, Jazz."
The latter hesitated briefly before doing so, staring at the live feed of the outside of the base. His visor almost shattered from what he saw; an F-4 Phantom, green and pink in color, and within a second's notice of transforming.
"Oh SLAG!" He flinched, almost as if he had been hit by something, or, rather, someone. He looked around anxiously, freezing when the feed outside was replaced by a message from the Autobot headquarters back on Cybertron.
"Soldiers,
I have sent Iris to aid you on Earth. I trust her to keep everything under control, if it hasn't already been. She'll help keep Jazz in line. Sorry old friend, but you know you need her.
-Optimus Prime"
Jazz shifted uncomfortably, and he pushed a button for the message to go away. He watched as the Phantom began to shift and transform, revealing a strong, petite femme.
"Frag it, why didn't Prime warn me?" He moved a hand to rub the back of his neck, staring at the screen that revealed a femme that was growing more and more impatient by the second.
Blurr chuckled, pointing at the screen. He glanced at a confused Saber before turning back to Jazz, laughter in his words. "Aren't you going to go greet her? She's getting impatient."
Jazz shifted again before nodding, "You're right. Better not keep her waitin'." He transformed into his vehicle mode and raced to the entrance she was at, waiting for the doors to open before transforming again and walking out to her, holding his arms out.
The two still inside the base merely watched as the femme set her hands on her hips, obviously scolding Jazz. She held up a hand to stop him from talking before walking past, grabbing his arm and dragging him along inside.
Once they were in, Saber looked up at the femme, who was the same height as Jazz. Her lips curled up into a smile and she held a hand out, shaking the fembot's finger before glancing over at Jazz, blinking twice.
Blurr, seeing as how she was still confused, smiled beneath his faceplate and turned to the femme. "Welcome to the Earth team, Iris." He extended a hand for her to shake, nodding once before turning to look at Saber. "Saber, meet Iris - Jazz's sparkmate."
Author's Note: Hahaha, I had fun writing that! Oh, and Iris is a transformer that I made up – or, rather, one of my best friends made up. She's a Jazzbot lover, so I told her to make me a character profile and I'd include her in it! Iris is going to be a fun one to write, seeing as how she's going to be the one keeping Jazz in line. It was kind of a bad introduction of her but I tried! XD And don't worry, even though Iris is here Jazz isn't going to lose his Jazz-ness. Rather, she's going to aid it and add more humor to the story, woot!
Anyway, as you can figure there's going to be more couple romance coming up! I'm trying to brainstorm on what exactly I want to do with Jetfire and Rosaline (AKA JetxRose), but I'm sure I'll think of something.
Thanks for waiting on my update, guys! Sorry the chappie was kinda short, but my head started hurting toward the end and that's never a good thing, as you all may know. XD As always, I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can!
Until then, everyone!