YAYA! I love the way this chapter came out after I read it over, and edited it like mad. So, I know ya'll are wonderin' what Amy looks like as a transformer, but she's just an Endoskeleton right now, y'know how the Autobots looked when they first landed on Earth. BUT! In chapter 22 (omgawd I can't believe it's come to 22 chappies), you'll know because she'll get an alt mode then.
Oh! By the way, toward the end of the chapter, I put in some AmyxJazz fluffy fluffy FLUFFY yummy goodness. Not as much as some of you would like, but it's a start, and a dream...O-O. AAAANYWAY. Don't worry, it gets better as time goes on .
WOOHOO! I hope you guys are loving this as much as I am.
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All That Jazz part 21
"In light of recent events, it is my professional opinion as chief medical officer that the Decepticon be kept under my care." Ratchet said, handing Optimus a small touch-screen tablet the size of an Autobot palm.
"The internal damage is extensive." Optimus hummed thoughtfully as he skimmed through the report.
Ratchet shifted, his hands behind his back as he stood at attention. "Yes sir, whoever built this Decepticon did not have the proper equipment to construct such a complex being."
Optimus nodded thoughtfully, looking over the repair log, and equipment needed. "I understand your concern, but could the abnormalities possibly turn in our favor during the interrogation?" He inquired.
Ratchet looked confused. "Interrogation, sir?"
"I intend to interrogate the prisoner until I have its entire function log categorized." Optimus glowered.
Ratchet nodded. "Yes, sir, but I can not condone imprisonment when she is so poorly constructed."
Optimus turned back to the screen. "Dually noted. Request denied."
Ratchet cursed mentally.
"I will send Bumblebee and Prowl to escort the Decepticon to the basement level six." Optimus said. "You are dismissed."
Ratchet held his vocal processor back against protesting. Optimus's word was final, but depending on how the interrogation went, the window to convince Optimus that the Decepticon was Amy could be longer than he anticipated.
"Is there something else on your mind?" Optimus asked, glancing at the medical officer.
Amy is the Decepticon. Ratchet thought then sighed, knowing it was a far stretch to say it so bluntly. They were all in shock from Amy's death, and were willing to believe anything. "No, sir." He sighed.
Optimus nodded. "I can understand your attachment to the girl will leave grief on your spark, but we must all carry the burden of her death now."
"AMY WAS NOT, AND SHALL NEVER BE A BURDEN!" Ratchet bellowed.
Optimus turned. "Chief Medical Officer Ratchet, you are dismissed!" He exclaimed.
Ratchet turned, and walked out the door. Slag, I let myself get carried away in there. He mentally scolded himself. I will honor my promise as her paternal guardian. I will not let her be offlined.
Trigger waddled along the hallway, and saw Ratchet walk past, and squealed happily.
Ratchet turned then looked down. "Hello Trigger."
Trigger fluttered up to Ratchet's shoulder, and perched there.
"Have you been to see our visitor yet?" Ratchet smiled sadly.
Trigger twittered with interest.
"Yes, we have a visitor." Ratchet sighed.
Trigger whirred sadly.
"Perhaps it will cheer you up." Ratchet sighed again, and looked down. "We'll all need cheering up after this is over with."
The O.R. doors opened, and both Firestar and the newly transformed Amy looked at Ratchet.
Ratchet started. "Firestar, you should be recharging."
Firestar sighed. "I will, but I couldn't walk away knowing Amy was still here."
"She's a keeper." Amy winked. "So, how'd it go?" Amy asked.
Trigger shrieked, and sputtered, and fluttered over to Amy. It wrapped its chord arms around her head, and rubbed against her whimpering and mewling.
Amy patted the little eyeball. "I know, I missed you to." She said, unable to smile, and unable to cry.
Trigger whimpered louder.
"Yeah, I changed, but it'll be okay. I'm fine, see?" Amy pulled Trigger away, and held it out so it could look at her. "New face, same old me." She managed a smile.
Trigger gasped, and clapped its frayed hands as it squealed happily.
Amy felt like she would blush. "Y-yeah...I'm the same size as Jazz."
Jazz made a coughing sound, and scratched his head.
Trigger continued on.
Ratchet pulled Firestar aside, and spoke in low tones to her. "My request was denied. Amy is to be imprisoned on basement level six."
Firestar gasped. "In her condition?"
Ratchet sighed. "Her endoskeleton will not hinder her life functions."
Firestar looked confused. "But your report said-"
"My report was a farse. Her life is not in danger." Ratchet clasped his hands behind his back, and turned to his console.
Firestar wrung her hands nervously. "Who is escorting her?"
"Prowl and Bumblebee." Ratchet said.
"Tell her before they get here, and surprise us all." Firestar said pointedly.
Amy pretended not to hear the conversation. Before, when she thought of Bumblebee, she thought of his synthoid's smile, and eating lunch with Sam and Mikaela under Bumblebee's watchful eye. Now, she could only see his weapon aimed at her, and the awful things he said and did to her. She almost bore a hole in the floor with her optics as she stared down.
Ratchet and Firestar walked up to the table. "Amy." Ratchet started.
Amy looked up. "I heard. Bumblebee and Prowl are going to take me away to the basement."
Ratchet nodded silently.
"Then what? I rust there until I tell them everything that happened?" Amy looked up at Ratchet. "Because I'll tell them everything now! I don't have anything to hide."
"It isn't that simple." Ratchet sighed. He wrapped his arms around Amy, and pressed his mouth plate to her cheek. "I will not let you be executed."
"Executed?" Amy gasped.
Ratchet reluctantly released Amy. He stood in front of her, and placed a hand on either side of her face.
With a hermetic hiss, the face plate slid over Amy's mouth and nose again, leaving just her red optics exposed. Amy raised her hands to the plate, and grappled with her fingers in panic.
Before Ratchet could explain his actions, the door opened, and both Bumblebee and Prowl walked in.
"We're here for the prisoner." Prowl said, and walked toward Amy.
Amy had never been afraid of the Transformers before. She had met Prowl face-to-face, literally. He hadn't disturbed her really, but he-or any other Autobot-had ever looked at her with such malice before.
Do Autobots really hate Decepticons that much?Amy's eyes widened in fear.
"The faceplate is still intact." Prowl said, touching the faceplate.
Get your hands off me! Amy jerked her head away. Why won't this thing come off? She tried to pry to plate off, but it was stuck as tight as it was before.
"The plate is melded onto her face. If I had more time, I could possibly loosen it." Ratchet explained, glancing at Amy for a brief moment.
In that brief moment, Amy could see in his light blue optics a message.Don't speak.
Amy narrowed her red optics. Like I can, this thing really feels like it's welded on. she let her hands fall in her lap, and sighed.
"Where are the binds?" Bumblebee demanded. "and why did you remove them at all?"
Ratchet held up the metal tab. "I had to," He tossed the tab to Prowl. "Her right acromion had been dislodged from its natural position, as if she were thrown onto it with great force."
Bumblebee shifted.
Ratchet looked pointedly at Bumblebee. "A prisoner is of no use if it is damaged in a way, which neutralizes its usefulness."
Bumbleee looked away. "She deserved it." He muttered.
Amy held back the hurt, angry tears. Easy girl, she thought bitterly. He doesn't know, just ignore what he says.
"What?" Ratchet growled, clenching a fist, and wishing he could thrust it into the younger autobot's facial plate.
"The Decepticon whore deserved far worse!" Bumblebee shouted. "I should have slagged it for what they did to Amy!" He shouted.
What it did to Amy... Amy thought bitterly. My god, he really does love me, doesn't he? Amy rose her eyes, and looked at Jazz.
Jazz met her gaze, and nodded slowly.
Prowl pressed the tab to Amy's left wrist, and the same white band of light extended around her wrists, and tightened as if it were solid.
Amy kept her eyes downcast as Prowl pulled her to her feet. "Move." He pushed her out the door.
Jazz's visor slid down, hiding the coolant clouding his optics.
Firestar's hand slid into Ratchet's, and squeezed it.
Ratchet sighed, and squeezed Firestar's hand in return.
Bumblebee walked in front of Amy while Prowl walked behind in what was a traditional escort for a prisoner to their cell. They passed Ironhide, and Amy glanced up, and stared at him as they walked by.
Ironhide stared back with a placid expression. Chromia walked up next to him, and started at the sight. It had been a few stellar cycles since she'd seen a prisoner being escorted.
Amy kept from glancing at Bumblebee, what ever was left of her human heart was breaking for him. I wish I could tell you how sorry I am.
Neither Prowl nor Bumblebee seemed effected by her thoughts.
Sideswipe rounded a corner ahead, followed by Sunstreaker. The twin brothers ran down the corridor toward the two Autobots escorting the would-be Decepticon female. Sideswipe paused, and stared at the Decepticon female's sad optics as they passed.
Amy looked up, and paused briefly, meeting Sideswipe's gaze.
"Keep moving." Prowl pushed Amy.
The sudden, unnecessarily forceful shove from the white autobot behind her made Amy trip on unceremoniously, and fall forward.
"Whoops!" Sideswipe announced.
Bumblebee turned around, and caught the Decepticon as she fell, surprising himself. Prowl, and Sideswipe. His blue optics med red optics, and he gasped, releasing the Decepticon to fall to the ground.
"Cruel, man." Sideswipe chuckled, and ran on.
Amy ignored his chuckling, and picked herself up.
"Move on." Prowl said, not touching the Decpticon this time.
Amy took a step forward, and Bumblebee turned.
Bumblebee walked on. What was that? He thought. Its eyes, He risked a glance over his shoulder, but the Decepticon as looking down at its feet. It doesn't matter! He shouted to himself, but it felt wrong to say that for some reason.Why does it bother me? What is it about that thing's slagging eyes?!
"Bumblebee." Prowl's voice broke his thoughts.
Bumblebee turned.
Prowl stood by the entrance to a service lift; the only elevator large enough to hold the Autobots seeing as Ironhide wasn't finished constructing it, or so he claimed.
Bumblebee had walked a few meters past it. He walked back, and stepped onto the lift with Prowl, and the prisoner.
Amy stood between them now. Her optics fell on a panel that had been reconstructed to Autobot size. They really made this place Cybertron friendly.
Bumblebee pressed a button, and it lit up with a strange symbol.
I bet that means six. Amy's optics rose to Bumblebee's face, but his battle mask was drawn over his face. She stared at it for a moment, but looked away when he turned his head. I'm so, so sorry, Bumblebee. Not just because you're escorting me to a prison cell, but deep down I always have been. You're like the perfect man. You go out of your way to make sure I'm safe, and you always find ways to cheer me up even if I don't ask. I don't know if you knew this, but that day you asked Trigger to help you cheer me up was the happiest part of that day for me, and I include Jazz with everything that happened that day. Please, please forgive me for hurting you. She half expected, even hoped, to hear Bumblebee's reply, but she heard only silence above the sound of the lift. He doesn't seem to spend as much time wish Sam and Mikaela as he did before, she sighed. Or maybe I'm just not around when he isn't.
Prowl looked at Bumblebee. "If you want, you can go back to Tranquility to see the Witwicky boy." He said, disregarding the Decepticon's presence.
Bumblebee's head declined. "I probably should, if only to tell them about Amy. I can't see either Sam or Mikaela taking it very well."
"I understand you have a close bond with those two. Tell me, why have I not had the pleasure of meeting the boy who spared out leader's life?" Prowl inquired.
That's what I'd like to know. Amy kept her eyes downcast, and listened.
"Sam and Mikaela have to study for their final test of the school year. I opted to help them study, but Mikaela thought it would be cheating to allow a super advanced robot to help them study." A slight chuckle accompanied Bumblebee's words. "It's a nice change to be here at the base. I don't mind Tranquility, but I feel I need to be here. Besides, after the school lets out for summer, I promised I would take them both to the beach for a vacation," His voice lowered. "I was...supposed to ask Amy to join us, but...I guess it slipped my mind somehow." He sulked.
Really? Amy's spirit lifted slightly. They want me to go? I wonder...will I live until summer? I wish I could at least ask Mikaela to take care of Trigger. The little guy doesn't like being cooped up here, he needs human interaction. Amy suddenly gasped, and looked up, forgetting she was a prisoner, and on her way to her prison cell. Humans! Will and Sarah! They don't know either! Oh god, I'm going to die, and I can't even say goodbye to anyone! Coolant started to leak from her eyes. Adrian, Annabelle, Mikaela, Sam, Will, Sarah, I'm so sorry everyone! I screwed up this time! Mom, I wish you were here, you could convince them, I know itShe sobbed, holding her hands up to her faceplate to hopefully hide her tears.
"It's too late to regret your actions, Decepticon!" Bumblebee pushed Amy off of the lift.. "You'll wish you had never come online when Ironhide is through with you!" He roared, pushing the Decepticon into the corridor.
Prowl stayed on the lift, leaning on the doorframe. "I'll leave this to you, Bumble." He teased lightly.
"Where should I put the prisoner?" Bumblebee asked, grabbing a hold of the Decepticon's arm lest she should try to run away.
"Like I said, I leave the prisoner up to you. Take the first shift. It would normally be eight mega-cycles, but since you have just returned from an away mission I'll give you four."
"Don't bother, I'll take the entire eight mega-cycles. I'll even do a double shift if it means this whore is locked away that much longer." Bumblebee growled.
Prowl shook his head, unsure of what to say. "Whatever you want, kid. Communication is nill down here, so you'll have to use the wall comm. When you're too exhausted to keep your optics active."
"Surveillance?" Bumblebee asked.
"Not down here." Prowl snickered. He pressed the button on the lift again, and it inclined with old, but sturdy gears.
"Move on, Decepticon whore!" Bumblebee made to shove the Decepticon in front of him.
That's it! Amy brought one leg up then slammed her foot down into Bumblebee's.Stop calling me a whore! I get it! You don't like me, so shut up already! She shouted thought Bumblebee couldn't hear her.
Bumblebee smacked the Decepticon across the face as hard as he could.
Amy was sent careening into the wall, and slumped to the floor. Ow, he hits hard. She rubbed her cheek. But not hard enough! She righted herself. I'm a black belt in Taibo, don't mess with me, Bumblebee!
A black machine-gun like weapon rose off of Bumblebee's right shoulder, and fired one shot at the Decepticon.
The tab on the restraints shattered, freeing Amy's hands. She looked up at Bumblebee, coolant leaking out of her eyes. Oh, so unwise.
Bumblebee held up his hands. "I don't need plasma cannons to defeat you. Come at me!"
Amy swung a leg up faster than she remembered having the ability to move, and nailed Bumblebee in the center of his mask. He reeled briefly, not expecting such strength from such a small female Decepticon.
He didn't waste time with witty banter, and moved with certainly inhuman speed as he swiped a leg under Amy. Amy jumped a split-second too late, her right ankle caught by Bumblebee's attack. Amy fell on her back, Bumblebee moved forward to pin her. Amy lifted both of her feet, and pushed back against Bumblebee's torso as his hands clamped around her throat. She could feel the pressure starting to crush her vocal processor, and she pushed up with her legs, sending Bumblebee over her head. Bumblebee caught his balanced in mid air, and landed on his feet, sliding a few meters back.
Amy coughed, and flipped onto her knees, on hand clutching her throat.Dammit, I can hardly move my head now. She staggered to her feet, and looked up slowly.
An orange glowing cannon hummed mere inches from her face. Bumblebee's mask was cracked on the left side, revealing coolant leaking from his optics like a faucet that hadn't quite been turned off all the way.
What happened to not needing cannons to defeat me? Amy glared at the yellow Autobot. I wish I could tell you I love you, and have you believe me. You'd probably shoot me first, and ask questions later.
Bumblebee lowered the cannon. "Too easy." He balled up his right hand, and punched the Decepticon square in the side of the facemask.
The mask popped open as it had done in the infirmary as Amy fell to the floor; the concrete floor beneath her cracked in a spider web around her body. "Ow!" She groaned, holding her cheek. "So much for being in love with me."
Bumblebee scoffed. "Why the frag would I be in love with you ? " He lifted the Decepticon up by its chassis, and pinned her against the wall.
It felt just like if someone picked you up by the underside of your ribs, and it hurt like mad. "Be...cause!" Amy gasped. "You told me so." She felt her chest buckle, and start to give. Omigawd, I'm fallng apart! Amy panicked.
Bumblebee laughed condescendingly. "The only thing I've told you is to die, whore!"
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" Amy kicked Bumblebee in the middle of his chest, but the movement hurt her more than the Autobot holding her.
"Please don't kill me." Amy pleaded.
"Ha! Begging for your life, are you? Convince me I should let you live, come on, whore!" Bumblebee spat maliciously. "Did she beg for her life? Did Amy plead for you to let her go before she died?"
Amy coughed as coolant leaked out of her eyes. "I'm not...dead...yet." She cried, pushing at Bumblebee's hand.
"You will be." Bumblebee twisted his hand.
"Don't kill me yet, I have to tell you something!" Amy exclaimed.
"Tell me then, you murdering slagger!" Bumblebee roared.
Amy hiccupped a couple of times then looked Bumblebee straight in his exposed blue optic. "I do love you Bumblebee, maybe not as much as Jazz, but I love you so much it hurts me sometimes to be with Jazz. I never wanted to hurt you, and I never meant to make you feel like you weren't good enough. I'm so sorry, Bumble. Please, please forgive me."
Bumblebee's grip relented slightly. "It's not possible."
Amy nodded painfully, still trying to pry Bumblebee's hand off of her chassis. "It is, It's me. Please let me down before you really do kill me.
"No! It's a trick!" Bumblebee gripped her tighter, and even raised her up another decimeter.
"No, it's me! Ask me anything!" Amy coughed.
It could be fun, see how much she screws up. Bumblebee smirked. "Alright, Decepticon, if you're Amy then tell me, what is the name Amy gave to T3X119?"
Amy smiled slightly. "Trigger, of course."
"Tell me about it!" Bumblebee demanded.
"Trigger is hyper," Amy winced. "And sometimes you think it's not listening, but it always hears you, even if it looks like it's off in its own little world," she smiled slightly, the pain really getting to her. "It worships the ground Jazz walks on, and covets my belongings, so much that it hides them in a box so I won't find them." She chuckled painfully. "It does everything it can to make me happy, like you, Bumble. What I never told you is you do make me happy, and when I'm with you I can hardly think about anything else."
"Stop calling me that!" Bumblebee said shakily, his grip trembling.
"But you said I could," Amy started to sob. "I know it's a name you got in training, and it annoys the hell out of you when Chromia calls you that, but you said it was okay if I called you that, and you seemed to like that I kept a nickname for you." She choked on her words, and felt like she was going to pass out from the pressure on her chest.
"Primus, no." Bumblebee whispered. "It can't be true."
"You're hurting me." Amy gasped, still pushing on his hand.
"Amy?" Bumblebee gasped, his mask sliding up from his face.
Amy's head spun. Was this what happened before going into stasis lock? She'd heard Ratchet talk about stasis before.
Bumblebee released the Decepticon Amy, and caught her in his arms. The both fell to the ground, Amy on Bumblebee's lap. "Amy, primus, say something!" He held her head with one hand, watching her optic casing flutter indecisively. The yellow Autobot leaned forward, leaning his faceplate against Amy's. "There's nothing to forgive, Amy. I will always love you."
Amy's optics dimmed, and she went into stasis lock in Bumblebee's arms.
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Amy looked around the living room. "Home again, home again." She sighed, and turned her eyes down at the half-finished jigsaw puzzle on the coffee table in front of her.
Trigger nudged another piece into place then looked up at her with a gleeful squeak.
Amy nodded. "Looks good for, um, " she tilted her head at the picture. "Is that me?" She shrieked. "But-" she tried to identify the person in the picture with her. There were lips pressed to Amy's cheek, but there was no skin color, no face, but lots of scenery. "Who's the person sucking my cheek?"
-The one you love- Trigger looked up, and squeaked.
Amy sighed. "Again with the inner mono-wait, did you just talk?"
-Hello maker, I'm please to reveal myself to you.-
"Wait, you're saying you are my inner monologue?" Amy gawked. "Trigger? Trigger the cute, squeaky, never really talks like everyone else, Trigger?"
Trigger bobbed.
"Ah." Amy sighed. "Well, in a way it makes sense, but you're not always around when I'm...um..."
-Talking to yourself?- Trigger twittered in amusement.
"You're very happy about this, aren't you?" Amy folded her arms.
-I am always happy to see Amy smile.-
Amy sighed. "Of course you are."
Trigger resumed nudging pieces of the puzzle into place.
Amy sat back against the chair, and sighed deeply. "So, I guess this is metaphorical. My life isn't quite put back together yet, there's someone who will complete me, you're picking up the pieces so-to-speak. Am I close?" Amy asked.
"Basic'ly." Jazz shrugged, standing in the doorway.
"GEEZUZCRACKERBARREL!" Amy jumped up. "Where'd you come from?" She pointed an accusatory finger at the dark-skinned synthoid. "Stop popping into my dreams!"
Jazz chuckled. "Ah didn' pop int' yo dream, girl. You popped int' mine." He walked over to the couch, and sat down.
Amy smiled seeing the tall, dark, handsome man in the white suit, and black shirt. "I missed you." Amy murmured.
Jazz leaned forward. "Ah don' care if this is a dream," He reached out a hand, palm up. Amy scooted forward in the chair, and set her hand in Jazz's. Jazz kissed the softly tanned knuckles. "Ya still beautiful."
Amy blushed. "I think that's the first time you ever called me beautiful."
Jazz's smile brought warmth to Amy's heart. "Ah don' say it enough. "He kissed her hand again.
Amy sighed deeply. "Oh, Jazz, I love you so much." She moved to sit next to Jazz, but was pulled down onto his lap, his arms tightly secured around her. Amy curled up on his lap, her head against his neck as she breathed in a smell like warm metal, and oil; not the most romantic scent in the world, but it was Jazz, and that's all Amy needed to know to love it.
Jazz's lips rest against Amy's neck, wishing with all his might he could get closer to her. Holding her just wasn't enough anymore, therehad to be something. He wanted Amy to be with him for the rest of his Cybertronian life. He smiled. She could be. It was possible now, and he loved her more than a catchy tune, or a fresh coat of wax.
"Ah love you." Jazz murmured into Amy's soft flesh. "Ah couldn' stand thinkin' you was gone." He held her tighter.
"Jazz-can't..." Amy gasped. "Air!"
"Sorry." Jazz released her, and sat back. "Ah jus'..." he trailed off, and shook his head. "S'nothin'."
Amy took a few deep breaths then sighed. "Well, dream or not, I can be suffocated, but what about you?"
Jazz raised a sleek, black eyebrow. "S'cuse me?"
"I was just thinking, for some reason, I mean I never even thought about this when I was human, so it doesn't make sense, but..." Amy looked up at Jazz.
"Wus on ya mind?" Jazz smiled slightly.
"I guess, I just always hoped someday I could have babies." Amy sighed. "But I guess I can't now, seeing as how I'm an Autobot and all." She looked thoughtful then shrugged. "Then again, I have Trigger." She turned, and looked at the puzzle, which now had one eye surrounded by dark skin. Amy smiled.
Jazz shifted his hands. "Well, ya half right." He said, looking down at the upholstery.
Amy turned her head, and raised an eyebrow. "Half?" she narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean half right? Which half?" she asked slowly, folding her arms.
Jazz scratched his head. "Well ya an Autobot now, so ya can't have-human young'uns."
Amy's eyes widened. "Say what?" She stood up.
"A female Cybahtronian's spark is able to split into a new spark; a new life." Jazz stood up. "But ya need mah imprint." He said hesitantly. "Or anothah."
Amy smirked. "Just like humans." She sighed, leaning her forehead against Jazz's.
"How ya mean?" Jazz moved his hands under Amy's shirt, and ran his fingertips along her spine.
Amy shivered. "Um," She said breathlessly. "I was just saying that Auto-oh!" She gasped.
Jazz placed his hands feather-light under Amy's shirt, and slid his hands up her back to her bra strap, and frowned slightly. "Wussat?" He asked.
"Huh?" Amy took a deep breath, and looked into confused blue eyes. "Um, my bra." She placed her hands on Jazz's shoulders.
"You was sayin' some'in 'bout humans." Jazz smirked.
Amy stared at him for a moment. He's teasing me. She thought.
Jazz winked, and shifted so he was slouching slightly.
Tease me, sexy man. She leaned forward, and kissed Jazz with everything she had. She pushed her body against him, her breasts squishing against his stiffly muscled chest.
"Stay wit' me." Jazz murmured between kisses, giving up on trying to removed Amy's bra, and pushed it up off of her breasts. "Merge wit' me, girl."
"Yes." Amy moaned softly. "Yes, I'll merge with you."
Jazz turned, and pushed Amy onto her back, pinning her with his own body weight. "Ah love you, Amy." He whispered then planted kiss from her lips to her chin, to her neck, and lower still.
Amy's breath increased in anticipation of his mouth on her chest. "Jazz." She moaned breathlessly, but the feeling never came. She looked down, and she lie completely naked on a stone slab. "No." She tried to move her arms, but they were bound out to the sides by metal clamps that dug into her wrists. She jerked her feet, but they, too were held down with metal clamps.
A malicious voice cackled. "Don't worry," His horrific arachnid face came into view above Amy. "This is going to hurt you more than it will ever hurt me."
Amy screamed at the top of her lungs, and thrashed to free herself.
"Hold her down before she hurts herself!" Ratchet shouted.
Amy screamed, and thrashed, still in stasis lock, but somehow active.
Bumblebee held one of Amy's legs, Firestar held the other, and Jazz kept Amy's arms pinned down.
Ratchet removed the scanning peg from Amy's neural processor. "Release her, release her!" He exclaimed.
Amy's optics flared to life. "NOO!" She screamed, and pushed away, kicking Firestar, and falling off of the table.
Bumblebee offered Firestar help.
"I'm all right, Bumblebee." Firestar let Bumblebee help her up. "Is she out again?"
"Nah." Jazz walked up to the trembling, panting girl on the floor.
Amy stared up at the ceiling, a soft white light stared down at her. A shadow moved in front of it, and Amy's optics adjusted.
Jazz crouched over her, worriedly.
Amy gasped, and sat up away from Jazz.
"It's a'ight, it's a'ight!" Jazz reached out, and grabbed Amy's shoulders.
"Jazz?" Amy panted.
"Yeh, s'me." Jazz moved one hand, and placed it against Amy's cheek. "Ya a'ight. Ah'm here, girl."
Amy threw herself on Jazz, sobbing.
Bumblebee sighed.
Firestar patted Bumblebee's shoulder.
"Amy," Ratchet started. "What in primus happened?"
Amy cried into Jazz's shoulder.
"Jus give 'er a nano, 'kay doc?" Jazz lifted Amy into his arms, and stood up.
Amy clung to Jazz, her sobs starting to subside.
"I can't begin to imagine what that murderer did to her." Bumblebee looked down angrily. "Tarantulus will answer for his misdeeds."
Ratchet sighed. "Take her to your quarters to rest, lieutenant."
"What about Optimus? Ain't he gonna say she gotta go back down t' level six?"
Ratchet sighed again. "Let me worry about Optimus. Amy needs you right now. Bumblebee, give me a hand with this report."
Bumblebee nodded.
"Oh, and lieutenant?" Ratchet called.
"Yeh." Jazz turned at the open door of the infirmary.
"If anyone stops you, tell them to come to me." Ratchet ordered. "This is an order from your superior officer."
Jazz carried Amy out of the infirmary with a nod, and down the corridor.
As luck would have it, Ironhide lumbered around the corner as Jazz turned to carry Amy to his quarters for a few cycles while Ratchet sorted out his report for Optimus.
Ironhide's optics narrowed. "Where are you taking the prisoner?"
"Back off!" Jazz snapped. He'd had enough to of having to pretend Amy was a prisoner. "She ain't a prisonah no mo', an' if ya gotta probl'm wit' dat, ya can take it up with the doc!"
Ironhide, unfazed by the smaller Autobot's outburst, grunted. "I only ask, so I know what to tell Sarah and Will Lennox. They are concerned for their god daughter."
Jazz started. "How'd ya know it was Amy here?"
Ironhide grunted again. "No Decepticon would have the spark to kick me in the leg, and not flinch. That girl has more guts than any Cybertronian I know."
Jazz smirked. "Yeh, but ah think she's at th' end of 'er rope." He looked at Amy, who he had forgotten was awake, and watching Ironhide. " 'Ey girl."
Amy tapped Ironhide's hip with one dangling foot.
Ironhide glanced at the foot then nodded to Amy. "I suspect Ratchet is conducting a plan to reformat Amy."
"Yeh." Jazz looked around. "Doc's gotta lot o' bots to convince."
"Put me down, my back hurts." Amy murmured.
"oh." Jazz set Amy on her feet, but kept on arm around her back.
Amy looked up at Ironhide, and sighed. "I'm sorry I kicked you."
"I bear no grudge against you, child." Ironhide patted Amy's head.
Coolant bubbled in Amy's eyes, and she hugged Ironhide.
Ironhide chuckled softly, and picked Amy up to hug her.
"Don' tell me ya got soft side, old man." Jazz teased, folding his arms, and smirking.
Ironhide set Amy down. "If any of the Autobots give you a hard time," He cocked one cannon. "I will terminate." He smirked.
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I'm getting to like writing Ironhide more and more. A couple of you readers said you didn't like how I wrote Chromia, and I'm sorry. I meant for her to come out as a motherly, considerate type. Sort of the opposite of Ironhide. Well, I guess the opposite of Ironhide would be Barbie, but anyway. I know Chromia wasn't in this chapter, but...yeah...ANYWHO!
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Clue to chapter 22! (scooby dooby doo!)
Sparking
(Maniacal laughter)