Ch 35
Day at the Track
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Jazz's P.O.V
After a long and exhausting day at the hospital we got home to clean up and I needed got my spare visor then headed to Sunstreaker's to get some fresh paint, The both of us. We fuelled up and practically fell into recharge at the couch together.
What a day...
Closelens had tucked himself against my chest, he was really tired so I don't think he noticed. I wanted to give him the space to recover but if he wants to be close I'd give him anything he needs. I'd try and keep my arms to myself, I don't want him to get spooked and pull away.
I was exhausted too, I practically crashed into recharge.
It was Probably the easiest sleep I ever had...
When I online when I felt Closelens was still with me, I didn't want to wake him up... he probably hasn't had a hard recharge like this for a while, he had been relegated to naps because of his nightmares.
His face plate was peaceful... engine purring softly and his vented slowly.
Primus he was beautiful, Sunstreaker's did a grate job,Yes it was the same colour but Closelens wore it well. This time he'd actually get a chance to enjoy it. The sparkling paint, while unorthodox for a Microscopic looked really good. Very showoffish without coming off as tacky. he was just attractive.
My temperature rose slightly at a random thought.
I wonder if he found me attractive?
I gave my frame and new paint a once over sudden feeling a little self conscious.
It was a innocent question that was all and nothing more, just curious.
Whatever.
I looked out the window wall to see the sun was rising over Iacon, making it about 6:00ish. While early, I was eager to get to the track. It wasn't anything special, it was just a place to let your t-cog spin and go in laps as fast as you want. Sometimes it will get rented out for real races but it was public today.
I felt him move more, starting to wake up. He probably felt in my field.
I froze when He hugged my chest and opened his optics.
Nawww my god he's soooooo fraging cute!
I yelled at myself to cool down, don't make it weird and put on my confident master face.
"Morning Pet," I said softly. Making extra sure to not have my hands on him.
I sat up to give him more room.
"Morning Jazz," he said rubbing his optics and stretching his joints.
The morning preceded as usual but this time I payed close attention to how he acted while I hand feed him. No issues no strain in his field. I even did the helm stroking thing and called him a good mech. but no frightened or stressful reaction he kept quiet. It was all very normal to him. My training was working...
He wasn't afraid.
That was good. No pet should be afraid of there owner. This little mech didn't deserve to be in any more distress.
Something inside me called me a liar, Closelens would turn into a cowering frightened mess of apologies at my pleds if I raised voice.
But isn't that what I wanted? This perfect blend of delicious horror and need.
Right?
"Hey Closelens, I wanted to ask you something," I asked getting my mind out of my head. He blinked up at me. "I'm going to the racetrack today, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me."
"Yes Jazz," he said
"You can stay home, I can't imagine how bored you might get-"
"No, I'll go. I... I don't want to be too far away from you or... alone in the house," Closelens explained best he could, clearly having issues. I gave him a thoughtful look and smile...
I'm not going to push him, but I don't want him to be scared of his own home. I gave him a helping hand off the floor.
"You Don't have to worry. The locks on the doors are simple and you have access to them, remember? If you ever got scared you could hide with Ironhide, he'd protect you. Here, I'll send you the code again in case you forgot."
I did texting Closelens the code.
Lens:
5942
I never wanted him to be without it just incase I felt I'd hurt him. Springer was a push over compared too Ironhide. He could and has kicked my sparkly aft no problem.
Closelens still had a fearful look. Likely of Ironhide, which I could see... He was big and strong and sometimes forgot his own strength.
"Oh, you shouldn't be scared of 'Hide. He wouldn't ever hurt a little mech like you," I said but he rushed me with a hug. "
"Please, please don't leave me."
My spark shattered into splinters, he was so quiet. My servos wrapped around him gently, he flinched slightly from the touch but nothing further.
"It's ok, you can come I won't force you to stay... But we will hang out more with 'Hide so you can get used to him. I don't want you to be afraid."
Closelens P.O.V
That was fine... I'd hang out with Prime so long as Jazz was there. I just... I don't know if Autobot Ironhide has the pin to get in here. I... I'd likely just die on the spot if I saw him in the house.
The only thing keeping me from freaking out last time was my fear of Jazz punishing me.
Even if he did seem nice. Even if I was wrong about others like Ratchet, I couldn't let my guard down.
Never again.
"Thank you," I was luck Jazz gets it. I nuzzled his chest slightly to show my affection. Jazz was very kind.
Jazz got fuelled up and we headed out. It was a long walk, the entertainment district was ways away but Jazz's engine were humming with excitement the closer we got. He was trying to play it cool but he couldn't help it.
It was kinda sweet. I felt him smile down at me a few times. No doubt noticing I wasn't velcroed onto him. Sure we held hands but I... I didn't really feel like... I didn't know- being scared of the world today.
It was a bit of a walk until we finally got there, the track looked to be just about new with the smoothies track I'd ever seen. There were two separate grand stands. Jazz eagerly showed me to the one for Slaves. We were locked in and guarded. Other then that they were regular stands.
"Ok, I'm going to drop you off here. You have my comm on at all times so if you need to talk to me for any reason, don't hesitate too ask," Jazz said making sure I understood. I just nodded telling him to go have fun.
It wasn't as intimidating as I thought it would. There was hardly any crowd. It was loud with conversations from a few small groups of 3-7. Likely friends meaning up again.
I recognized a few faces in here including seeing... that Slave that was learning to paint at Sunstreaker's. He looked like he was freaking out, someone else was hugging him. A hot pinkish purple mech keeping his scared friends face hidden petting his back. He was with a small blue femme.
I got closer.
"Shhh, it ok ya big lug. Their not gonna hurt you..." I heard the blue femme said gently. The other supportive mech looked over at me.
I was trying to remember his name... Spinister I think.
"I want to kill him, I hate him..." a deep booming voice sobbed. I made sure to sit far enough away as to not disturb them.
"I know," his friend said.
"He makes me paint... And beats me up if I don't listen," The large mech said like a sparkling.
"Sideswiped doesn't stop him?" The small boxy blue femme asked. Spinister shook his helm.
"He only hits me when He's gone or I won't paint strangers," he said. The pinkish mech offerings a Energon chip from a small bag of goodies. Spinister expected, removing his battle mask to eat one.
The big mech seemed so harmless, heck in Sunstreaker workshop he seemed scared of me for crying out loud. It was sick what Autobot were aloud to do to us.
Well at least he seemed to have some good friends looking out for him. That must be nice...
I have Jazz but I-I don't know if I'd consider him to be a friend or not, it was kinda... complicated. I was still just a piece of property, a slave... but...
I clutched my chest with shaky hands. I was still afraid...
Even if he wasn't rape me he still probably had that horrible flog in his subspace. If I ever told him 'no' he'd hit me with it 10 times. That-
I vented.
That was something I never wanted to go through again.
To get out of my mind, my optics darted to the track.
I just watched for Jazz.
I hadn't seen his Altmode and I won't lie i've been really look in forward to it. Jazz was a very good looking mech no doubt about it... I bet he had a beautiful Altmode.
It was a innocent thought that was all and nothing more, just curious.
Whatever.
I brushed it off feeling myself flush slightly.
That's when I found him! He was...
Damnit, even his Altmode was pretty as he was scary. He was small but sleek, forged for speed. Jazz was so beautiful. Primus the new paint made him stand out like nothing else.
I could tell by the way he was driving Jazz was having fun and I couldn't help but smile.
Jazz took care of me, I still should be grateful. Maybe he... maybe I mean more to him then I think... Jazz was scary, no doubt there, but he... likes me. As in he enjoyed my company.
I guess I kinda liked him too.
It's still surreal to think about. At least with that perspective...
Autobot Jazz, liked me...
Suddenly the guards opened the door to the bleachers and throw in some. He was a blue seeker. I was surprised I recognized him... Thundercracker, one of Starscream's brothers.
He had on as blank expression, no emotion, no field nothing.
I continue to watching him find a seat all by himself. I blinked a few time kinda surprised he became a slave. Last time I had heard he had gone neutral on earth. Got into some sort of movie writing Job.
I wish I saw who his master was, maybe a rival or something. I decided to not go snooping. I looked back at the track to see Jazz with a red mech closing in on him.
Jazz's P.O.V
Yay!
It was hard too lie but Primus I needed this. The track was just perfect and felt good against my tires. And just... going fast for the sake of going fast was a thrill all to itself. The lack of people here was awesome, it only meant I didn't have to share a much.
I didn't miss my earth mode, the humans were grate at making some sexy cars but my Cybertronian felt more... home like.
I tried to just forget everything and just enjoy the motion of the track bend to a slight curve so turning could't be more comfortable.
I heard a horn beep behind me makings me slow slightly as Sideswipe could get beside me.
"Hay Jazz! Good too see you out here!" He said in a chipper voice.
"Hey Sides, should have expected ya," I said.
"Yep, though I will say it's nice to see some real competition on my track," Sideswipe challenged.
"Oh, you're track is it? We'll see about that now won't we..." I said speeding things up.
I really liked Sideswipe. He was a good kid, if not a little trouble maker. Like his brother, I'm glad they stuck together. Sunstreaker kept Side from losing it.
Damn he was really giving it... alright no more mister nice guy.
I blew past him in a rush, him struggling to keep up.
Closelens's P.O.V
I sat quietly listening to Mech and femme talk to Spinister, I discovered there names being Misfire and Nickel. Spinister panicked every time someone new showed up. I noticed the more it happened the more angry Thundercracker, in front of them- got.
"It's ok big guy, your fine," Misfire said petting him... Nickel was there for support as well.
"People are staring at me," Spinister said.
"No th-"
"Primus, shut him up!" Thundercracker shouted standing up, "Or I'll do it myself."
Misfire just ignored the seeker and turned aback to the sad Deception. "Sorry, he's just being big and stupid," He whispered to Spinister. But it was plenty loud enough for everyone too hear.
I saw the look in the seekers optics glow... he wanted a fight.
He didn't even say anything else he just rushed Misfire tackling the him into the empty rows behind him. Spinister started to freak out and wasn't sure what to do. Nickel couldn't do anything so she did her best to talk to him.
Suddenly I was now close enough to get involved in the fight. The seeker randomly lunged at me He smacked me away making me fall down two rows falling hard on my back.
I yelped in pain but it wasn't too bad. I slowly got up and just got back. I didn't understand, what did I do?
Thundercracker meanwhile was smashing Misfire into the seats over and over.
Misfire kicked him in the torso having the blue jet topple backwards down 2 rows just like me. I smirked a little, Karma.
Everyone else just watched as the two throttle each other, and were cheering. Not for anyone in particular, just for them to continue fighting.
I noticed the back of Misfire's wings...
They had markings on them, no more like brands.
likely from his master.
It said a whole slew of things like-
I Will not disobey
I Will not hit
I Will not shout
I Will not run
I Will not fight
I Will not hide
And others...
I got chills. Everyone knew flyers had sensitive wings so to burn them like that must have been painful.
On the other hand Thundercracker had beautiful paint and a beautifully waxed... he looked about as pampered as I did.
I watched the two hit etch other around. Misfire spit out some Energon in the seekers face making him throw his head back wiping his face plate before going at him again.
I just felt sad watching it as 4 guards barged in grabbing the two like wild mechanicals and forced them to back off and taking them away.
"He started it!" Misfire yelled as Prowl barged in making me jump. He glared down at me... cold blue optics. And pushed me out of the way.
"Move."
I squeaked slightly, feeling my spark pound in my chest.
I knew Prowl had worked with Jazz and thus had a reputation...
The black and white enforcer approached the pinned down Misfire. The innocent con looked up at the mech letting off a field of fear. Prowl didn't say anything but just put on stasis cuffs on the pinkish purple Con. My tank turned, it was discussing how much they have demechanized us... we were mechanimals...
"H-HEY!" Misfire shouted.
Thundercracker went with the other guards quietly. He had back on the cold expression like before...
He wasn't upset with Spinister, he just looking for a fight! why? Why would you hurt a fellow Con in a time like this.
Sure, normal cons have a sense of toxic masculinity but now of all times?
I heard a collar charger before Misfire cried out in pain. After a moment of trying to get away, He stopped struggling and just stayed quiet.
How? Only a Master had the power to shock a slave!
"We'll discuss this when we get home..." Prowl growled before pulling him up to walking him out of there.
That explained it...
I wish I could help him.
Spinister looked around confused and upset, but that's when I noticed him glaring at Prowl. As he pulled Misfire along. Spinister looked ready to charge the black and white mech...
My spark stopped. Sweet Solus Prime, Don't!
Thankfully Nickel noticed and grabbed his hand desperately.
"No," she whispered.
Primus, please listen to her and just don't... Prowl didn't seem have the same sort of playful nature Jazz dose, Prowl might kill him.
Spinister gave her a thoughtful look before sitting back down with a sad expression. She got closer and patted his back. He just covered up his face.
"It's okay," Nickel said "Your okay..."
Jazz's P.O.V
I was impressed Sideswipe kept up as long as he did before he gave up. He offered me a Energon brake and we got off the track. There was a brake pit areas around the edge where we could hang out in the shade.
Side pulling two cubes out of sub space. He presented it with a joking low bow making me chuckle before taking it from the red mech.
"Well at least you know you're place," I said spitting down taking a sip. Sideswipe plopped next to me.
"Yeah well, it's been a while since I've seen you."
"What, you weren't there when I tried killing Springer," I said remembering him at my party.
"No I mean outside your fancy apartment," He said putting his arms above his helm and leaning back.
"Yeah, I really like my pet," I hummed. I knew that was a lie even after the war I became a bit of a hermit. I... not a whole lot of people knew about... what I did. Those who do aren't allowed to talk about it outside of those involved.
I... I didn't have a lot of friends left.
I couldn't blame them...
"He was the one who answered the door at the party right?" He said and I just nodded. "Its Good you like you're Con, I really like Spinister, he's so sweet."
"It's good that you're taking care of him," I said.
"Sunstreaker doesn't really have the pashints for him," Sides said. "The big guy needs me, and it's nice too be needed, heh, not like I'm good for much else these days..."
I gave him a thoughtful look as he looked over at the track. His field gave off a ping of pain.
It was hard watching mechs like Sideswipe who were created during war time. The war was all they ever knew. Sunstreaker had the advantage of having other hobbies like his art but Side had nothing...
Before I could say something he sat up and looked intensely on the other side of the track.
"I spy a Skyfire" He said. I sat up confused and tried to spot the space shuttle. Yeah, he was near the bleachers... I was shocked to see him here of all places. He could fly whenever he wanted.
"Wanna go say hi?" I asked looking up to the red speedster. He eagerly nodded and got up, we quickly finished up our cubes and got back on the race track and looped around to the other side. By the time we got there he was getting closer to the Slaves's bleachers.
"Skyfire!" 'Sides said running up to the big shuttle. I just walked after him. Skyfire looked over with a smile.
"Hi guys!" He said getting lower to talk to us.
"Hey Sky, fancy meeting you here," I said crossing my arms and shifting my Waite to one side casually.
"Indeed, I like watching the races but I got my days all mixed up," He said "But I already promised my con that I'd take him today to socialize. It's very important to his health."
I couldn't help but smile, Skyfire was the textbook definition of a gentle giant. I was trying to remember who his slave was again... all I remember was that he had grabbed him off death row.
I'd been a while since I'd seen him, most of the science division were all cooped up, more then me. Sometimes you could feel the ground tremble from a failed Whealjack test. You could tell they were having fun inventing things and doing science.
I wanted to pay them a visit, Preceptor in particular. Closelens could talk too him and maybe get the ego boost he needs. A Cybertronian shouldn't hate their Altmode. I was going too ask him after the meeting with Prime. Whenever that is...
"So what were you doing?" 'Side asked
"I was just trying to find a place too read my data pad," he said sweetly. "Oh, But don't let that stop you if you're here to drive."
Side waved his hand.
"Meh, been their done that. Actually I was wondering if you completely the thing I asked for," He said in a hushed tone.
I cocked my head slightly.
"For the last time, I'm not building you a jet pack," Skyfire rolled his optics.
"BOO," Sides protested.
I saw Skyfire's face changed as his comm went off. "Hold on a second," He said answering. "This is Skyfire," I watched his expression turn to worry. He kinda reminded me of Closelens, they both were very expressive.
"What's wrong?" Sides asked
"I-lt's my Con, a fight broke out on the bleachers. I gotta go!" Skyfire said in a bit of a panic.
My vents stoped for a moment.
Was Closelens ok?
No the guards would have contacted me or at the very least he would have.
I just nodded, "let's go,"
We got there to see the guards holding onto two of the Slaves, Prowl yelling at his. On the other hand Thundercracker stood there quietly shooting everyone with a death glare...
"Thundercracker!" Skyfire shouted shaking the ground as he ran over yanking him from the guards and into a big hug then holding him back too look at him. "Are you ok?"
Thundercracker all the meanwhile had a discussed look.
"Get off," he hissed bitterly.
I knew why... on earth he had become largely neutral. He'd even help us on occasion... it wasn't fare that he'd be collared like the rest.
Skyfire ignored him grabbing his hands looking at his fists seeing damaged paint.
"Why must you start fights, you could have gotten hurt," The shuttle said upset. The worry in his voice didn't even bother to hide.
Meanwhile Prowl was dragging his Con over ruthlessly. He threw him at Skyfire's pleads.
"I don't start it!" The pinkish mech cried out all beaten up. Clearly losing agents the seeker. Prowl wasn't having it smashing his peld into the Cons back keeping him on the ground. The Con shivered slightly.
"Now apologies!" Prowl spat his ordered.
Skyfire blinked a few times before waving him off.
"No-no it's ok," Skyfire said with a smile "No real harm done."
"No, Misfire needs to learn," Prowl said grinding in his heel.
"I'm sorry," Misfire said softly.
"Not to me!" Prowl shouted.
He had always been a all serious mech. Sure we got along and he respected me and we did fool around on occasion... but nothing to serious. Honesty all the better for it, he was one of the mechs who couldn't stand the war being over.
I watched the Con keel his neck back, struggling to look up at Skyfire.
"S-so sorry sir..." He said without a hint of sarcasm.
In one forceful move Prowl grabbed him and forced him up. I heard him whisper-
"This isn't finished..."
The Con just bowed his helm not wanting to make it worse.
Thundercracker kept his cold hateful expression glancing up at the shuttle. As Skyfire went too put on the leash. He didn't try and fight. Sky' ignored the look of hate and took his Cons hands gently.
"I'm glad you ok," Skyfire smiles sweetly. "Please stop getting in fights, you have no idea how worried you make me..."
"Don't lie too me. I mean nothing to you and I'll never be him no matter how nice you pretend too be," He hissed tugging away slightly.
Rumour has it that Thundercracker was undyingly grateful for for his masters love, care and understanding. Tragically Sky's reasons for taking care of him wasn't out of pure kindness... he let it slip at a meeting.
Skyfire axedently called him 'Star'.
Everyone had guest but it was when Thundercracker really snapped.
I wasn't there I heard from Bee, they had a big fight.
Skyfire just looked down sadly...
"I know..."
I went up too the guards for Closelens back, he was covered in... Energon chips?
Eh, I'll ask about that later. I'd just brush off what I could at the moment. But I wanted to make sure he was ok.
Closelens kept quiet and his helm low, clearly intimidated but Sideswipe and definitely by Skyfire.
Thundercracker kept his hateful optics on him...
Closelens wasn't on a leash like him and was perhaps jealous? I don't know, but my pet kept his arm locked with mine.
Suddenly I remembered that Skyfire was on Primes comity, I wanted to ask about that meeting we were supposed to have and why it was delayed. I was... really hoping to see Prime again.
Skyfire unfortunately had no answers. But Thundercracker...
"Why don't you just ask him, he's here at the track. Or his slave was very lost," He said bitterly.
My spark stopped in my chest, butterfly in my tank.
Prime was here? At the track... I-I... I didn't even have time too prepared myself. Why did Prime have to make a habit of surprising me?
"Jazz?" Closelens's voice asked likely feeling field go wonky and my temperature. I ignored him and looked at Thundercracker.
"Did she say where he was?" I asked nervously.
"We didn't talk," He just shrugged. "But he's a big mech, maybe he's at the Energon stand?"
That was a idea, it's out of view of the track...
"Welp, I'm gonna go back to the track Good luck finding Prime, tell the big bot I said "hi"," Sideswipe said turning into his Altmode and going back. I knew why, He had been avoiding anything that reminded him of the war...
"I think we're going to head out too, I need to give Thundercracker a stern talking too," Skyfire said.
Sure he would, right after I confess my love to Springer. I thought sarcastically. He was too sweet to even tell Wheeljack not to do something that might cost both there lives. For Primus's sake he saw the "good" in Starscream! The most he'll do to his Con is nicely ask him not to do it again.
Even Thundercracker scoffed at the idea. "Right~"
It was no wonder Skyfire had to save him off death row, Fortress Maximus wouldn't tolerate his attitude. I personally thought he had a wright to be upset. On earth he was a asset, and practically the G.I Joe's mascots. I just wish he was nicer to Skyfire, the shuttle was trying soooo hard to give him the best life he could...
We watched them both walked away, Skyfire tugging his Con along...
I felt my pet pull himself to my more, "Thundercracker started the fight..." Closelens whispered to me.
"I'm not surprised," I said honestly. Give it a moment... "Right, let's go find Prime,"