New Arrivals
"Very well then…if you are so fond of dart boards, I see no reason to forbid you the use of…this one."
"Ooooh…slag, Primus, those are just mean…"
"The way I see it, if they're so fond of games of chance, why not make them gamble on their own punishments?"
"Living on a prayer…take my hand, and we'll make it I swear-"
Fixit jolted awake, falling off her hotel room's couch as her phone blared out from the kitchenette counter across the room. She cursed rather impressively as she clumsily pushed herself up off the floor, staggering over to answer.
"Hello?" the albino asked groggily, running a hand through her disheveled white hair as she glanced at the clock. Ugh, 3am? But she had to get up at five and only fell asleep at one! Nooooo…
"MOMOMOMOMMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOM-!"
Fixit yelped, barely restraining herself from flinging the phone across the room as she cringed.
"MILES, SHUT UP!"
He shut up instantly. She groaned as she rubbed her temples, his elated voice still ringing in her ears.
"Better, thank you…now what was that all about? And talk quietly, it's 3am over here…" she added hastily, knowing her son all too well.
"CadeCade found Fritz!" Miles squealed in joy.
"SERI- wait, seriously!?" she exclaimed, only just managing to remember her own warning in time.
"Yeah! I mean, he's pretty badly damaged, but all the really essential stuff is intact, and you can rebuild the rest of it! Which means we get our Fritzy back!"
"How badly damaged?" Fixit immediately sobered, slipping into 'serious medic mode' as she automatically began to catalogue what she might need, as well as the cost, availability, energy requirements…
"Ummmm…hang on, let me get CadeCade…CADECADE!" he bellowed away from the phone.
"WHAT?!" came the distant, irritated reply.
"MOM NEEDS TO TALK TO YOU!"
"TALK TO HER YOURSELF, I'M BUSY!"
"BUT I DON'T KNOW THE FULL EXTENT OF FRITZ'S INJURIES!"
"I GAVE YOU A SUMMARY!"
"I LOST IT!"
There was a loud, incomprehensible snarl, before heavy stomping started making its way closer.
"THANKS, CADECADE!"
"I'M GONNA STRANGLE YOU ONE DAY, YOU FRAGGER! I SWEAR, YOU LOSE THESE THINGS ON PURPOSE!"
"I DO NOT! WELL, MOST OF THE TIME, ANYWAYS!"
"YOU WHAT!?"
Fixit rolled her eyes as she listened to her son flee for the hills, his guardian tripping over everything in the giant maze of debris the boy had made specifically for facilitating escapes from 20ft+ giant mechanoid aliens. She plopped back down on the couch with a sigh, reaching for her laptop. She might as well get something done whilst she waited…
"This is so cool!" Miles bounced slightly in place next to Sam and Mikaela as they waited for the new Autobots to make landfall. Jazz chuckled at him to their left, although his humor didn't last very long.
"Why did Ah agree t' tha' stupid bet?" he whined, causing everyone within earshot to snicker. "This is gonna be so embarrassin'…"
"I did tell you Mom was sneaky ninja awesome…"
Jazz's retort was cut off by the sonic boom as three streaks of flame soared overhead to crashland in the open desert before them. The Autobots (minus Jazz, who wanted to hide his appearance as long as possible) moved forwards, leaving the humans where they were for the moment. The new arrivals needed to be filled in first before they could be introduced to their new allies.
"Hey Sammy?"
Sam sighed heavily. "Yes, Miles?"
Jazz tilted his sparkly helm slightly, listening in discretely even as he kept an optic on his comrades.
"Is there any particular reason you've been totally ignoring me in favor of Mikaela unless I practically assault you? Not that I blame you, Mikaela," he hastily reassured the girl when she, startled, glanced at him. They ignored Sam's sputtering. "You're not responsible for Sam's actions. It's just, for so long it's been just us, and now I never see him. I miss my bestie."
"That's not- what- have I really been ignoring you?" Sam asked, grabbing his godbrother's shoulder.
"Yes." Miles stared flatly at the other boy as he flinched. "I have talked to you literally three times in the past two weeks, whereas that used to be the amount of time when we weren't together."
Sam looked flabbergasted. "I- I didn't- I mean-"
"I know you've been busy readjusting, Sam. That's why I haven't confronted you before now. But it's been almost a year since Mission City. Get your act together. I know we're never going to be best friends again, but that doesn't mean I want to lose you entirely."
"What do you mean-!?"
"Best friends don't forget about each other's existence, Sam," Miles cut in icily. Then he softened slightly at Sam's devastated look. "It's okay, Sam. Both Mom and I have seen it coming for a while. We're just growing up into too different people. But that doesn't mean we can't stay friends, at least. Just…think about it, Sam. We're old enough now that we have to start planning for the future. I know where mine is heading…do you know your path?"
He walked forwards as Optimus indicated it was safe for their human allies to come closer, leaving behind a stunned Sam and a worried Mikaela.
Jazz was, once again, impressed by Miles' perception. Both he and his mom were so very good at acting the idiot that when they did show their true colors, they left everyone speechless.
Unfortunately, that only made them more dangerous, especially since it was apparent they interacted with an unknown cybertronian on a regular basis. Which was a pity…Jazz really liked the duo.
Sideswipe, Mudflap, and Skids took one look at Jazz and burst into hysterical laughter. The saboteur scowled at them, crossing his arms with a huff.
Ironhide and Ratchet started chuckling as well at the formerly-silver mech's pout. Even Optimus let out a few noises of amusement as his acting-SIC sulked.
The laughter only increased as Jazz turned and stalked away, desperately trying to retain even some shred of his dignity.
Jazz was a classy, sleek silver saboteur who was always ready to talk his way into and out of trouble (and sometimes berths), all with his signature roguish grin on his faceplates.
Or at least, he was.
But that all changed when he foolishly made a bet that he could catch an albino human woman designated Fixit.
Jazz sulked on the private beach, staring out over the waves. Three more cycles, then he could finally be rid of this accursed paintjob!
Starlight glimmered overhead, reflecting off of the neon orange base and highlighting the Ratchet-green and bright purple plaid pattern. The paint had been applied in such a way that when the saboteur transformed, it looked like he was wearing a hoodie and extremely ugly pants. The back of the hoodie showed the Autobot symbol…wearing a fake yellow mustache and grass-green glasses.
His helm had been patterned with faux-curls, giving the impression he had an afro. There was even a neon pink comb painted onto the side of his helm! And the effect was only added to by the springy mesh Fixit had somehow superglued over the afro-paint…
And to top it all off…
Written directly on his aft in black-and-white, in both English and Cybertronian glyphs, were the words 'Property Of Prowl.'
Oh, Fixit was going to pay for this…
And how the slag did she know about Prowl!?
A/N: Silly Jazz…Fixit was only writing the truth. Don't try to deny it…