Upon entering the Training Room, Bumblebee's first reaction was to compliment Jazz with a simply two words of; "Nice Dojo." Jazz paused from his way towards the far wall of the room, opposite of the door, to send a smirk in the golden mechs direction. "I aim ta please! I'm surprised, yet not surprised, that you know it's called a "Dojo"." The ninja chuckled, as he turned back to what he was doing, a smirk ever present. "Prowl tell ya about Dojo, or...?"

"Television." Bumblebee replied, thoughtlessly poking at various weapons hanging from the walls. On dimly lit up as his fingers slid over the top, but the glow faded out when he removed his hand. He blinked at it, smiling softly, before turning to look at Jazz, hands tucked behind his back. "So, are we fighting with weapons or do you want to do some hand-to-hand combat?" He inquired innocently, walking around the room, his footsteps giving off the "clank" as usual. The sound echoed off the probably soundproof walls.

"I was thinking..." Jazz turned, twirling a couple of nunchucks around in each hand, a grin plastered over his face. "That maybe I could use these ol' things. Haven't in a while. Probably be kinda rusty." He held on between his index finger and his thumb, extending his index finger and waving it at Bumblebee, he shook his head with an amused grin. "We can't have that now, can we?" Jazz started walking to the center of the large room, Bumblebee fallowed suit until they stood face-to-face in the center of the practice ring.

"You can choose any weapon of choice." Jazz offered, waving a hand around the room. Bumblebee shook his head. "No thanks, I have one of my own." He winked, and took a few steps back. Jazz did as well, and tilted his head. "Oh?" Curious. He waited for Bumblebee to draw a weapon from subspace, but the golden mech never did so. He just stood there, relaxed, staring at Jazz as he stared back.

"Am I going to get to see this weapon?" The ninja teased, Bumblebee grinned. Lifting his hands to his chest, Bumblebee activated a transformation. He brought out a familiar pair of stingers. But something was off. The top half of both stingers appeared to have been sliced off. It was only the bottom, which brought Jazz to wonder if someone had sliced Bumblebee's arm up in half. Until the familiar sound of gears shifting filled the air again.

In a shrieking whoosh of flying sparks, Jazz flinched away slightly, shielding his visored optics. After a moment, he chanced a look, expecting to see Bumblebee in pain of some sort. His back went stiff as he stared at the somewhat stoic mech, a small smile on his faceplate. Two long blades, about the length of his entire upper arm, flashed slightly as he tilted his arm slightly. The blade took up the space where the top half of his stinger once was. Confusing yet again. He tilted his head, until a whirring sound started up.

And suddenly sparks shot up the blade, trickling off the tips and onto the floor where they sparked around until fading out. The vibrant, golden color had his optics drawn, and locked onto the blade. Completely unaware that Bumblebee was on the other end of the sparking long sword.

Until his concentration was broke with a giggle from the younger.

"They're on low, so the shock won't do much more than possibly paralyze you. Nothing to worry about. You really should power up your weapon..." He motioned a bladed stinger towards the still offline weapon, a devilish smirk playing on his face, as he crouched down. "Don't make this too easy by drooling over my gear instead of minding your surroundings, ninjabot." He sprung up in the air, and disappeared into the rafters above. Jazz, a little shocked and confused, hesitated before fallowing.

He jumped up, grabbed onto one of the bars, and pulled himself up. Glancing around the maze of metal for a moment. Not a sign of the younger mech anywhere. His voice drifted through the area, Jazz found he couldn't pinpoint the source. It seemed as if it was coming from everywhere. Or possibly nowhere. "You know something, Jazz, on my travels..." The mech flinched as he felt a breeze pass over his shoulder, he quickly looked, but could see nothing. Nothing at all. He couldn't even sense Bumblebee anymore. It's as if he disappeared. "I met this mech, a racer, his name was Mirage." Jazz suddenly found himself tumbling forward, quickly he grabbed onto a nearby rafter, and caught himself from falling. His arm joins locked painfully from the odd position he now dangled from.

"I also met a friend of his, named Hound." A flash of color, of blue. Jazz stared, blinking, perhaps his optics were playing tricks on him? Yeah. That's it. He pulled himself back up, and glanced around.

"When you're traveling the galaxy, you meet a lot of...colorful creatures." Jazz stumbled backwards, a sudden bright light from an area in front of him disorienting him. It disappeared as quickly as it appeared, as if never there. Okay...this is starting to make him a little bit nervous. And paranoid. He glanced around every which way, looking for the hiding mech, scanning for his signal, for a spark signature, anything. He came up with nothing. All scanners pointed to him being complete, and utterly alone in the room.

"They have a lot of tricks...but one thing that I'm sure no Autobot in their right mind would be...their battle reflexes keep them from ever..." A pressure against both his shoulders, Jazz found himself tumbling from the rafters. With something. He hit the ground with a loud, echoing crashing clank of metal against metal and tumbled over. "...fighting..." He caught a small, barley noticeable shift in his field of vision. A shift in the air. And suddenly he was pinned down, a weight on his chest and arms pinned under him.

Slowly, Bumblebee smirking face materialized before him, all radars suddenly picked the golden mech up again.

"...fair."

Jazz stared at him in shock, and Bumblebee smiled innocently, shifting slightly. It wasn't until that small movement, that Jazz realized he had a rather large, menacingly sparking blade pressed to his throat. He slowly lifted his hands, weapon-free, above his head. Surrendering. Bumblebee was off him in the blink of an eye, and before Jazz could even register it, he was being pulled up by the giddy-looking mech. One up-right, Bumblebee patted him on the shoulder; "Good spar! Same time tomorrow! 'Night!" And skipped out the room, happily humming to himself. The very image of innocence.

Jazz stared after him, too shocked to say or do anything.

He blinked his optics under his visor, twitched a bit, and frowned. After a moment, a smile played over his lips, and he picked up his nunchucks.

"Crafty lil' 'Bee. Can't wait to see how the others react to this suddenly change." He sighed, chuckled softly as he walked, and placed his weapons back in it's place on the weapons wrack. "Guess you won't need us protectin' ya anymore..."

"Nah...if anything...we're going ta hafta protect others from ya...quit growing up so fast."

Bumblebee popped his head in the door, giving Jazz a funny look. "Well...I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out and get a drink...but if you're, y'know, too busy talking to yourself that's fine with me." His head disappeared back around the corner, and Jazz sputtered. "W-Wait! I wasn't talkin' to myself! And yes! I do! Wait up!"

Jazz took off running across the room, hissing lightly as the area where he and 'Bee landed gave off sparks. He shoved it aside.

"Wait up!"

"I'm leaving without yoooou~"

"BUMBLEBEE!"

Authors Notes:: I didn't forget! See! You all know I love you! D:

Sorry it took me so long to update, busy busy. If this Chapter confused you a bit, it's because it's supposed to. No worries! Everything will be explained eventually! Especially with someone as curious as Jazz around! Yet another familiar, yet new to the story Character will be introduced next update. Along with a few hints at Bumblebee's more personal life since the War.

Stay tuned!

Disclaimer: Transformers does not belong to me, nor do any of it's Characters.