Chapter 20

Unease

Note: Hello, the Reviewer of the day is... BumblePrime615 I'm glad you like Closelens! I'm not going to have Jazz have a flashback or dream about his past because I have a plan. Believe me you will learn it. Actually in my ruff drafts I had characters talk about it as early as chapter 5 but I chose to make it a long running mystery. I have all nice and organized. Also if you haven't seen the movies or read the books I HIGHLY recommend the Books. Thank you all for the lovely support!

Also I'm also going to start a spin-off series taking place at about the same time as this one. Don't worry you won't need to read them both, they will be completely separate story with the exception of a few character moments. I just want to work on some other stuff on the side to stop my brain from stalling.

Regardless please enjoy!

Closelens's P.O.V

My back was mostly healed up on the surface but I was still very tender. Jazz yesterday had calm down a good deal, I wasn't going to do anything stupid and ask question about anything other then if he's alright. He gave me a winning smile that looked so face it hurt to pretend it was real.

Regardless there was no point not playing along.

Jazz said he had a treat for me, but I instantly recognized the path, we were off to go see Ratchet!

Oh I was excited.

I'm sure he'll be glad to see I'm ok, relatively speaking. Jazz was happy too, he said after that we going to some place special. I didn't know wether that was a good or bad thing but He didn't make it sound ominous or anything so I trust it won't hurt.

I held hands with Jazz so he'd trust I wouldn't go running off, but I did find myself get closer to him if we pass any other Autobots. Jazz still found my fear in other Autobot adorable but I couldn't be bothered to be bothered.

When we got to the hospital Firstaid went past us with a Con in recharge, looked like she just got out of surgery. That's when I saw Ratchet talking to a mech I recognized as Ultra Magnus. I didn't here what they were talking about but he walked past us giving me a look that had me hugging Jazz's arm. He was a mech with a president like No other from the sheer size of him alone.

Ratchet approach us looking so tired he borderline looked ready to pass out. However Jazz looked taken aback by it to at least.

"Dame Ratch, what happened to you?" Jazz asked concerned grabbing Ratchet's arm.

"18 hour spine surgery, she should be ok." He said rubbing his face plate

"Will you be ok?" Jazz asked aggressively. I continued to look up in shock, this mech was in no condition to continue working. There was doing late hours, then there was doing all the hours.

"I'm fine-"

"Don't give me that, Closelens go follow Firstaid, let him point you in the right direction. Ratchet we need to talk, now." Jazz said in a semi serious voice. I was hesitant but I didn't want a repeat the last time I was to frightened to go with a medic so I chased off after Firstaid.

Jazz's P.O.V

I was disappointed, as the kind of bot who always told us to not do stupid stuff how could he then turn around and do stupid stuff. No beating around the bush I wanted answers...

"Ratchet, why are you killing yourself? This isn't healthy and I don't need to be a doctor to know that."

"It's... It's complicated," the old medic whispered

"Is it Drift? Astrotrain? The twins? Optimus?" I asked

"Jazz don't lecture me about this ok, it's not as bad as it look. I didn't get much rest on my last brake and she came in on the cusp of death. It was kinda nice to work on a real patient. Also I'm going home to sleep, I know I said I wanted to check up on your little mech but I'm in no condition to help him." Ratchet said making me nod my helm.

"Good," I said. Ratchet was a tuff cookie but it was nice to see he was getting better, gotta wonder what's change. He looked at me with a soft smile. "I told Drift, heh, I didn't think such a young mech would ever go for a dusty old relic like me..."

"He's lucky to have you Ratch, we all are," I said earnestly as Ratchet turned to leave. I'm glad he was able to tell Drift, it's not like much will change. The two we're pretty much inseparable to begin with. I just hope the speedster could convince him he needed to take better care of himself.

Now I needed to figure out were my Closelens when...

Closelens's P.O.V

FirstAid set me up in a room to myself, at least tell one of the staff could come and find me or until Jazz tracked me down.

It's a shame Ratchet was likely not going to take a look at me but it still shouldn't have been bad. The door and a bot I definitely recognized came in.

I hopped to my feet and saluted.

"Good morning Soundwave sir!" I said like any good Decepticon would. The big mech just looked down at me. Likely trying to figure out who I was.

"There's no need for that, Soundwave and Closelens equal rank now," he said in his hollow voice. I did stand at easy as he gestured to sit on the berth.

He looked through a data pad, before looking back at me.

"Closelens: burned by a electric flog, damage: report," Soundwave said as I turned around to show him my back.

"Scanning for improper healing, Request: Keep still." He told me. Soundwave was one of the most scary mechs on my side. So this was kinda odd him playing nurse with Ratchet. I assume Ratchet taught him the ropes and gives him easy work like me.

But it was so difficult to imagine Ratchet as a slave owner.

"Soundwave sir, may I ask you something... a little personal," I asked.

"Go ahead," he said

"Is... is Ratchet good to you?" I asked timidly.

"Yes, Ratcht: is kind, merciful," he said surprisingly sounding sincere. "Kept Soundwave and a

Cassettes together. Gave all jobs and decent pay. Soundwave: doesn't feel like slave and for that Soundwave: is grateful."

"That's good, he seems nice," I nodded as he scanned.

"Damages: healing nicely, What weapon were you hit with?" He asked complaining the scan.

"Some sort of electric flog," I explained, I don't know the name of it. Honestly I wish I didn't have to remember it.

"I don't see Closelens here often," He said probably asking me the same question.

"My Master is Autobot Jazz, he's-"

Just then Jazz opened the door.

"Closelens?" He asked peeking his head in. I gave him a small wave, but his optics were on Soundwave.

"Hey 'Waves how are ya," he asked in a really mean mocking tone.

"Soundwave: is... unharmed," he answered but quickly moved on to me again. "Report: healing well. Closelens: will make full recovery."

"That good to hear, and his audio fin?" Jazz asked

"Damage: non permanent, will likely take longer." Soundwave said ignoring this odd tone Jazz was using. It was... odd. The fake friendliness was so unJazz, normal he just behaved like himself.

"Anything else you'd like to know," Soundwave said

"No, but I'd like to know if it's ok to paint it now," Jazz asked i looked up at him and blinked.

Paint?

"Yes: the surface is no longer open, paint can be applied," Soundwave said very dryly. "Damaged fin: later date."

"Hear that pet, we can make you all nice and shiny for my party tonight." He said invading my personal space. Also oh I guess that party is today. I was wondering when that was happening. I gave a small nod but didn't really have anything to add.

"My only recommendation is Closelens: stays off your back and apply little pressure to it," Soundwave added to take Jazz's attention off of me.

"Thanks Soundwave, will that be all?" Jazz asked, again I was surprised by the degree of rude tone Jazz had. Soundwave nodded no almost helplessly, it was hard to watch this dignified powerful mech being treated like this.

"Good, lets go Closelens," Jazz said in his bitter tone grabbing my hand and almost hurrying me out of there. I was so confused, Soundwave was harmless now why was Jazz... running?

When we got out of the hospital I continued to look at him confused, he looked over to me.

"What?" He asked

"What just happened in there?" I asked confused, kinda upset by his actions. I'm used to him being cruel and controlling but not to other people. I may have came off a bit to demanding then he probably liked but he just ignored it.

"What do you mean?" He asked

"You were so... not you're self," I asked

"Heh, well it just so happens Soundwave was a bit of my rival during the war. He hurt one of my underlying, Mirage. Hacked him for information in a way that deleted a lot of his core programming making him... messed up." Jazz said, he smiled weekly. "He would tell them anything no mater how much pain they put him through. I trained him well..."

I blinked a few times, Jazz seemed to care about this game Mirage. His field was... sad. I held his arm again in a attempt to comfort him. Jazz still had a weak smile on his faceplate.

"Is he still alive?" I asked

"No, but in war sometimes you have to be the one who makes the had choices," Jazz said making me feel sorry for him. I understood what he meant, mercy kills...

I've been fortunate to never have anyone to lose. During was there were rivals, revenge and tragedy horrors some soldier that never really made it back. But I was luck enough to never have to see any of it. Jazz had to make life or death calls that wouldn't have had the strength, I couldn't pretend to muster.

"I was lucky I had Optimus to help me throw those sorts of things, to tell me I made the right call." Jazz said as we continued talking.

This wasn't his big secret but I was wearing at him.

"So have you thought of the colours you want?" He asked changing subjects. Dame it!

"Oh, I-I'd figured you'd pick for me," I said a little embarrassed. I had that little faith he'd care about my opinion on that. He calls me demeaning names like pet or toy so I kinda figured-

"I'm not that much of a control freak, unless you want me to pick," he said with a evil smirk.

"No, I-I'm fine, but... I kinda like my colours, maybe a turquoise trim instead of yellow... and a more purple'y burgundy like a maroon or..." now I was trying to remember shade names.

Jazz chuckled "Well you don't have to chose eminently, Sunstreaker will have plenty there to chose from."

I was actually kinda excited now. I never had a paint job from a real professional, Pits I did most of this myself and... well it kinda showed. My only worry was going to Sunstreaker, he had a reputation for being a self worshipping all powerful aft kicker. Him and his brother being some of the Autobots finest examples of fighters. But rumours also said Sunstreaker had a bit of a temper, that makes me nervous for whoever the twin chose as slave.

But I know Jazz wasn't going to let someone hurt me, Primus he got me away from Soundwave faster then I could remember they probably had history.

That tugged at me a little.

Aww Jazz did like me, I had my own big bad Autobot to protect me from other scary mechs like Soundwave. That was a nice thought I couldn't help but smile at...

So I guess it was off to go get dolled up for a party. Oh boy how will that go, little me trapped in Jazz's place with a hole bunch of the most powerful Autobots. If that doesn't sound like a panic attack waiting too happen I'd be kidding myself.

End note: Yeah more Characters! So next time I want you thoughts, who should Sunstreaker's slave be? YOU DESIDE! If not then I'll just roll the dice on this one. Side note, he's not the nicest master in the world... so take that into consideration before you say something like TFP Knockout.

Also a spin-off is coming soon, it's title so far is Broken so be on the look out for that (if you care) It won't be as dark but it will take place in the same universe. Hell both the main characters show up in this chapter. This one won't focus on a fearful timid but loveable crybaby like Closelens but a tuff femme who refuses to brake and a master who doesn't even want her but kinda has a responsibility to take care of her after he...

Anyways I hope you have a nice day! PEACE!