Ch 34

Please listen this time.

Note: C: you are half right, this is a ending, but it's meant to be a ending of what I called in my notes the Springer Arc. And oh I have plans... actually the Springer thing was meant to be a hell of a lost sooner in my series draft. It's why the Party was mentioned as early as Chapter 1. I was going to have it be that he got attacked soon after they met and the healing process would be how they got to know each other. But Jazz was a unbearably unlikeable. So I rewrote everything. I do have a series map of how it's going to end as well. But the story isn't over, oh boy it's a long one...

Regardless thank you everyone, I'm so happy you found the Springers beat down as satisfying as I did writing it. Your comments made me feels! I was honestly surprised anyone would read it and suspect maybe it would go unnoticed. Form the bottom of my heart thank you!

Also welcome to the folds Frajja! I'm glad you like it!

So sorry for that, now without further ado...

Closelens's P.O.V

Ratchet took us in a more private check up room making sure to slam the door as hard as possible to make us both flinch. He then stomped off to his tools inspecting them aggressively. Jazz reached out slightly with his field.

"Ratchet-"

"Shut It Jazz, get on the berth," The medic said sharply. Jazz had a devious look in his optics.

Primus he looked so... wired with out his visor.

"Oh, Shouldn't you take me out to dinner first?" Jazz said. I didn't real understand but a sharp glare from Ratchet had Jazz zip it and toss himself onto the berth when he suddenly clutched his side hissing in pain.

I flew to his side.

"Jazz?" I said worried.

"He'll live," Ratchet said grabbing a welder. I stepped aside to let the doctor do his work.

It was amazing how fast his hands could move, precision and dexterity was something I wish I had back when I was doing science.

But I wasn't happy with how angry Ratchet is. Jazz saved me, I wanted to tell him what happened but I dare not interrupt a master at work.

Simply humbled to observe.

Jazz's plating was back to gather in no time leaving me speechless. It was like when Sunstreaker painted me, but this was... different.

I noticed Jazz rubbed he optics more often then not. The colour was still odd. Autobot normally had blue filters on them. Sure I saw mechs like Fortress Maximus, another Autobot with Red optics but I understand that for intimidation. It's why Deceptions wanted there troops or otherwise to have it, to strike fear and what not.

But Jazz went out of the way to have a blue visor. It made no sense?

"Uh- Closelens, mind turning down the lights slightly," Ratchet turned to me politely.

"Yes sir," I said going to the light switch's and Turing them down to 45%.

"Thanks," Jazz said as I sliding over and tapping beside him. "My optics are sensitive." He expected clearly wanting to sit together, I didn't hesitate to pull myself next to him. I gave Jazz a brief once over to make sure Ratchet got everything, and that he did.

Ratchet looked at me.

"Are you hurt at all kid?" He asked. I shook my head. "Good, now I can yell at you!" He pointed over at Jazz. "What the Frag were you thinking?"

"He was going to hurt Closelens, what was I supposed do!"

"Have a fist fight and punch him to death, of corse, why didn't I think of that," Ratchet said sarcastically. Then he let out a sighed "Listen, I'm not saying he didn't deserve the beat down you gave him. But once Closelens was out of harms way you should call up literally any of the trained medic professional to deal with him. Your lucky he hit the emergency button before you got locked up for murder."

"Yeah well- how did you know it was Closelens?" He asked.

"Because the moment someone presses it, the staff get the live feed of whatever is going on in the room it was pushed. The whole staff knows about the fight," Ratchet said. "Speaking of, I need to go see the damage you did to Springer, Firstaid should be here shortly."

Ratchet moved to leave when he looked over at Jazz.

"Don't tell anyone I said this but... I'm proud of you," Ratchet said disappearing behind the door leaving me and Jazz all alone.

That was sweet of Ratchet, wile I do think Jazz went a little overboard, I was proud too. I looked over at him as he rubbed his optics again.

"Do you want me to turn down lights more?" I asked worried the light was still bothering him. Jazz looked over at me shacking his helm.

"Im I'm fine," He said played with his knuckles. They were still covered in Springers Energon, I shifted closer.

I wanted to talk about what Springer said... we need to have this conversation now...

"J-Jazz, I wanted to tell you-" I started but he interrupted.

"We'll discuss this at home, am I clear?" Jazz said coldly, he made no eye contact, choosing to keep looking forward.

"Please-"

"Am I clear?" He shot a glare down at me making me flinch.

"Yes sir," I said dropping it before he got upset.

A long silent moment extended painfully long.

"Did you know?" Jazz asked simply, it took another moment to answer.

"Yes," I said nervously.

"Why, why didn't you tell me?" He asked trying to sound cold but he could mask all the emotions he felt. He sounded... so hurt.

I looked up at him tearfully.

No, this mech just saved me. He shouldn't feel bad, least of all from me.

"I... I was scared..." I said honestly, "for both of us..."

Jazz's P.O.V

I wasn't ready, it didn't want him to know... this was going to be my chance at a fresh start. Sure I'd play with him but he would never up in any real danger. That was the plan...

Now he knows I was some horrible monster.

Now it all made sense... why he was so thankful.

I wasn't the monster I used to be. He knows how far I've come.

It's also why he backed off so hard after he found out why he was so clingy. Was it out of fear, that I'd take advantage of him.

My spark sank like a rock in water, the last few days suddenly had to be looked at with retrospect. I needed to study his actions all over again. But from memory he didn't seem more frightened then...

How many panic covered his fear of me? Was I mistaking his fear of me... for Springer.

Primus...

"Closelens, are you scared I'd hurt you like I did my prisoners?" I needed answers. I couldn't do my normal analysis with the Springer factor in mind. I needed to hear it straight...

"A-a little... at first but I figured. If you really wanted to hurt me, what would have stoped you?" Closelens said looking up at me. "You're soooo strong a-and fast."

"It would have be easy."

I looked in his optics for a trace of a lie but there was nothing like that. He was still afraid, but he was wrong.

"No, it wouldn't," I answer honestly. It would probably be the hardest thing since mercy killing Mirage. It broke my spark to think about... Violating Closelens... his cries for help, his frame struggling against mine... optics starting up at me, crying...

I felt myself heat up at the thought...

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no-

Never... I'd never hurt another person like that again.

"That's not what I-" Closelens tried to say but I wasn't interested in hearing it.

"I know..." I simply said.

A moment past before I saw Closelens closed his optics and gently leaned against me making sure he didn't use his weight. Making sure not to aggravate my wounds.

"You're all I have, and I didn't mean to hurt you. Not with Springer and not by keeping secrets, I'm so sorry Jazz," He said softly.

And Holy scrap that was sweet. My spark pinged with gratitude...

It's true, I wasn't ready to talk about this but I'm glad the ball was rolling. I... I really believe he didn't mean to make it hurt as much as it did.

He was going throw a lot. I can't imagine how living with a... rapist, was affecting him on top of everything.

My poor sweet little Closelens.

"It ok, we have a lot to talk about... ya know..." I said

"Hey, do... do you mind if I ask a out of no ware, stupid question?" He asked

"I'd love a stupid question," I said with a nod

"Why do you have red optics?" He continue.

I smiled, I liked this question. Nothing traumatizing about it at all.

"UV rays and blue bight bothers my optics, the red filters help me with that," I said, I was born with optic deformities. The visor helps me see better, otherwise my optics don't have the right focus."

Like high tech glasses.

"So you went a Con?"

"No and yes" Jazz said "When it was just a concept, absolutely. But once old Megs started talking about kill innocent organic, I was out. I went back with Orion and never even thought for a moment about turning back."

Every living creature had its own style to share and story to tell, what right did we have to tell the rest of the universe we were better. It was just something I couldn't look past, I couldn't tolerate.

"Would you have stayed a Decepticon if we didn't want to kill organics?" Closelens asked

...

I'd probably asked myself about that a thousand times. The closest thing I came to conclusion was the fact that they would have wanted to subjugate the rest of the universe regardless. I would have changed to the Autobot side eventually.

'Sides, OP wouldn't have let me fall into the bad crowd that easily.

"I don't think so Pet, all I know is that if I was... you guys would have totally have won this war," I joked giving him a wink. Closelens just chuckled cutely.

"Heh, I'd believe that," he said "I seeing it now, you as second in command after Starscream 'mysteriously' disappeared," he added quotations with his digits making me laugh.

"Yep, they'd never suspected a thing," I added with a evil smile making Closelens laugh more.

"All part of your master plan to take over the Decepticons."

"Gross, don't make me sound like him," I pushed him slightly

"What would you do?" He asked.

"It would be part of my plan to save the world from the spawn of Unicron himself... Rumble and Frenzy," I said, truly I'd be hero to all.

Closelens just laughed really hard.

Oh it was refreshing to see him like this, like when we were at the rooftop.

He was so pure...

Primus... I was happy...

He makes me happy.

I don't deserve him, but I want this more then anything. I was guilty of some real horrible stuff that I can possibly atone for. But... this was a start, I could feel the semblance of closure.

A promise is a promise, Closelens will be free no matter what it takes. Even if I have to fight a million Springers.

It would be worth it.

He deserved to be happy.

Tomorrow, I think we need a day to ourselves. I've wanted to go to the race track, I miss my beautiful Altmode and I'm sure Closelens wouldn't mind having the apartment all to himself, or who knows maybe he would want to tag along...

Who know, I could happen.