So, welcome back to me and hi again my ever so patient readers... Here's a chapter update you all have been waiting for.
On the last chapter of Jazz's Mission...
Jazz deposited her in the bed and gave a small kiss on the forehead before going to deal with a certain overstaying con at her house.
He was now sure that there was something forming between them and that his spark wouldn't take it if there was something to happen to her when the Decepticreep gets his processors in gear to move. She was special and Jazz plans to keep it that way.
As he got to her house, there was undeniably a life signature there in the kitchen with the con. Thinking of investigating it, he went in. Not too soon, there was a scream, a pan banging and there, blackness had consumed him.
Ellia's Residence -inside the dining Room-
Still hanging from the ceiling, Jazz had just ended the call with Ellia. Her words were revolving around his processor and there was something to it that really bothered him. She was kind of avoiding the topic. He wants to ask why but then, he was still here, stuck and literally hanging around.
He still had to solve who this femmling is. Judging from what his hun had said, (wait... when did he claim her?) her sister is currently 5 years older than that of the picture he had seen but the girl in front of him just looks the exact same person on the pic!
There was no mistaking it... Something was awfully wrong about what is happening right now. How did he not notice it earlier? Well, he can name a lot of reasons but he wouldn't have the luxury of time if he did. Ellia was still waiting for him and he was -if he could just admit it- excited on the thought of spending time with her. The longer he stayed here, the longer that their fun is prolonged.
It was now or never so there was no turning back now. His next move would likely aim to detain the threat he was facing may the femmeling in front of him be the real thing or not.
"Who are you?" His eyes narrowed as he stared at the girl standing in front of him, just a few meters down and away from his position.
After hearing the question, he saw her arms fell to the side as her eyebrow raised a fraction on her forehead. All the things she was planning to throw at the hanging Autodolt broke as they hit the floor one by one. The look of anger soon came and dominated her face as her eyes turn icy and deathly.
There was this imaginary ticking mark in her head when they had stared at one another for another minute or two. Both were silent, not willing to make another move.
Unknown to Jazz the girl standing in front of him was trying to make out the situation. As in, what the heck?! He still doesn't know who he was?! He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Was it not obvious enough that he was the Con he was looking for? Are Autodolts that of an aftheads as they thought they were? And to think that they were goody-obsessed boltheads...
Or was it just that his disguise was so great that the tin head couldn't even tell who is really who? That thought certainly added his smugness. Wait until Barricade hears about his accomplishment. He certainly would be placed higher than that stuck-up police car and soon, Lord Megatron would treat him more with respect than ever before... (not like he had been respected ever since he had been created)
"You seriously ask me that now?" His tone came out rather high pitched than what he had expected. He thought that it would lower down sooner or later but it stood the same since he had first used it. Was his data incorrect? No, he had been through this the last few hours and all of what he had gathered were from prominent people.
The data he had manipulated to create something akin like the form that the other had was perfect. It was solid and it was mobile. It was not flat, over proportioned and heck, he had integrated the image from that picture frame he had seen. This was his greatest creation he had made out of the things in that cozy garage.
"I ask d' question ferst, miss..." Jazz tone was different from his, the Con continued thinking. It was the same as he used when in his alt mode... This made the con think of why in the pit wasn't his like that?
Minutes flew by without a word from the him, the silver pontiac began to think that there was something loose in her screws...
"Are Autodolts really that of tin-heads? But I don't blame you. My disguise is just too perfect to even be seen as a fake. THat is how good I am." The girl, Jazz thought, had certainly lost his mind.
Jazz's rigth eye twitched as the bubbling thing inside of him slowly rose -or was it sink?- to his throat. His eyes went wide as he stared from the girl to the direction of the garage then back again to the girl. Was he being funk here?
"R' ya' kiddin' meh? Ya' serious man-O-oooh, wait! -is it Gal' ? Dude, ya' have serious issues den ya' wat ya' think you have... " He said as he began laughing hard at his state. He may be deprive of movement but he certainly wasn't deprive the of using his mouth.
"Shut up, you afthead!" The fiery red-head was beginning to blink out or fritz. Its image was becoming hazy and the color was beginning to drain from the clothes.
Even as the Con shouted at the Bot, Jazz didn't mind. He was still thinking of why in the pit had the Con he was chasing, created a holoform of a femme when he certainly was a mech. This was just pure comical. Wait until Ironhide hears of this and that mech would have blasted this one for disrespecting their counterpart frames created by Primus himself.
With all the thinking, he didn't see the holoform had stood still like when someone hits the pause button on the game...
"Yoh? Are ya alright?" Jazz asked but didn't get answer. He took the opportunity and untied his self before landing safely with a series of flips.
He went up to the girl-er-Con and called out again... but then, the girl's color came back as well as a panic face.
There! I had cut it off. Till next time.
I do not claim anything of TF.