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Ch. 21
"Everyone here?" Ratchet asked as he looked around the councilor table, they all nodded, and they played the security footage of the previous lunar cycle. They skipped the part of Ratchet explaining everything to Jazz and then them leaving him alone. They all sat silently of Jazz's the first memory file returning to him, and then he was fine for a while until one of the nurses dropped off his energon for him. The medic paused it when Jazz took the cube over to the berth and started ripping the blanket into a smaller section. "Where does he think he's going? If he was going to stash energon, why not subspace it?"
"The real question is why didn't he just consume it? We all know he's past thinking it's been spiked." Hot Rod said before looking at the mech that was beside him. "What do you think shrink?"
Bluestreak's wings went rigid at being called a shrink, but he composed himself professionally. "Telatraan pull up all security footage of Jazz stashing energon." There was a moment before over a million clips played of Jazz looking around before storing a cube or two in his subspace, but it didn't stop there. He was taking things from the medbay, Wheeljack's scrapped projects, and random items from the storage units down below. "This all started in March for nearly seven and half Earth years! How did he get past Red Alert? Telatraan why didn't you tell anyone?"
"Autobot Jazz, wished for me to only respond to any questions regarding to his strange actions as 'Operation Europe'." Telatraan said bluntly.
Optimus rubbed his chin in thought before continuing the footage from the hospital. Jazz finished tying the energon cube up and opened up the window before looking behind him. He looked almost hesitant to leave, after moments of contemplating, he sat the cube on the ledge just below the window. The visored mech shook his helm and scratched his helm with obvious confusion. The Prime paused the footage again, "Bluestreak, can you get an indication on what triggers these blackouts? Or why the failsafe hasn't restored Jazz's memories like it said it would?"
"I'm not an expert on this, but it gives me split personality vibes. The Jazz we are seeing, the more… submissive and nervous Jazz is the dominant personality and the failsafe is a personality that he created to protect himself from remembering or facing anything that makes him feel unsafe. And yes, we are working on that, but it will take a while." Bluestreak said with a few gestures and then they watched it a few more kliks.
The visored mech went to the door and locked it before putting the curtain in front of the door. He went to the window again and activated his sound system, but nothing came from it. Jazz stepped back as figures jumped through the window. Skids and Ricochet were quick to hug Jazz. They paused it again and Ironhide requested audio from Telatraan.
"It's been almost a deca-cycle, I have a ship ready and a destination picked." Ricochet said after pulling away from Jazz. He rubbed his helm with a slight groan. "Yes, yes I can hear you. You don't need to project so loudly. No, I refuse to go to Blaster! He disowned his own brother."
Skids held a digit up and went to speak, but Ricochet and Jazz started arguing mentally. He sighed with a shake of his helm. "Rico, we only want what's best for you. Just give him a chance, he's family too."
"Oh, like you gave your Sire a chance? You refuse to go back to Praxus after the slagging Council came to Kaon. We both know they'll throw Vos and Tarn in Newgate with all of the Cons." Ricochet crossed his arms and glared with a scowl on his face. His helm whipped in Jazz's direction, "you're hiding something. You don't block me from your thoughts. No, nuh uh don't distract me with… ew okay, okay I don't want to see that."
"Ah taught ya better manners than dat Ricochet. Do it again and Ah will use yer full name. Failsafe is fadin' and we'll finally be together again soon. Remember what Ah said?" Jazz finally verbally spoke.
The twins both nodded with Skids's wings dipping down. "You may not remember us. But that's why you have us, we've been storing your memories in Data. We need you; I can't lose both of my creators." The Praxian sat on the medical berth with his shoulder sagged.
Jazz hugged the Praxian with a purr. "Ya won't lil' star. My lil' 'Dosia. Yer battle computer, it's workin' correctly yes?"
"Mhm, all of the proper functions and everything." Skids looked up at the visored Polyhexian before looking at him as if getting a feel of why he wanted to know. He tapped his chin before flicking his wings in determination. "It'll take a couple solar cycles, but I gotcha covered."
Bluestreak paused it and zoomed in on Skids, noting every movement of his wings. "Something isn't right with him. The way he started getting worried about his creators, his wings stiffened. The colors, the pattern, it looks so familiar. Ratchet, are you sure Jazz didn't get sparked at all since the first one?"
"Impossible, he couldn't hide his carrying once it dropped into his gestational chamber. And we made sure his heat cycle was closely monitored, I would have been notified the second he went into his cycle." Ratchet immediately shot down what the Praxian was insinuating. Bluestreak decided to continue the footage.
Jazz pressed his forehelm against the younger mechs' before laying on the berth and dropped into stasis. Skids and Ricochet looked at each other before Skids pulled out a disc from his waist. "I don't want to leave him here; can't we just hide him in Tarn?" The Polyhexian complained as his brother threw the disc at the ground and a portal expanded seemingly out of thin air.
"No, we are not botnapping him! Can we just go home?" Skids jumped through the portal, leaving Ricochet alone in the room. The Polyhexian placed the full-face visor over his face. He went over to Jazz and touched his helm with a heavy sigh.
"I'll make sure the bastard never sees the light of day again. He will pay for what he's done." The mech whispered softly before jumping through the portal just moments before Jazz sat up with a small shout. He grabbed a trash can that was near the berth and purged in it before laying back with a groan.
Blaster wasn't physically at the meeting, but he was there via terminal comm call. "Dis mech is feelin' personal about dis, which means he's even more of a danger tah himself. There are only two mechs dat Ah can think of dat could possibly stir up dis kind of reaction. Prowl and Soundwave."
"But Prowl is making things work with Jazz, he shouldn't be even a target." Bluestreak's wings rose in the air as he got genuinely angry.
"Bluestreak, between your brother and Soundwave. I think Prowl is safe. If Ricochet wants Jazz to be how he was during the war, then why does he want to take him away?" Ironhide asked with confusion.
Ultra Magnus had asked Telatraan for any recent news on either of the mechs. And Primus had probably felt nice as there was something being recorded at the moment of their conference. It was out in the open with the Kaon, Vos, Tarn, and Tyger Pax leaders all sitting in a large balcony that overlooked the Lords of their cities. Ricochet was on his platform that was hovering a good five feet in the air.
"As a Lord of Kaon, I demand we do an entire city scrub! We want to be equals to the Iaconians, have a chair in their government but that means being willing to give up the ones that put us in this rut. At this rate we are going to find ourselves in another war! If none of you cannot see that your people are wanting to expand and prosper as our brothers and sisters in the other cities, then I demand for a new leadership!" Ricochet said confidently with gestures. He stared down the Kaon leader and pointing to him. "Starting with you King Cog. We are in a new era, there is no room for royalty!"
A large Kaonion, with most of his armor made up of gears that moved with every movement, stood with his fist pounding the podium in front of him. "Lord Ricochet, you dare speak against me!? If we have to go to war to see that we are seen as equals, then so be it!"
The others all murmured in agreement, but Ricochet wasn't going to give up. "I speak out as a loyal citizen of Kaon; I care about the future of my city. If you think that a war is the right path to go down, then my previous statement of your removal remains! Megatron and his loyalists went down the same exact path and look where that got them. If you don't do drastic changes, then I'm pulling all my funding from everything. And you know I'm from old money, no matter who you try to replace me will get you the same amount of credits that my support gives."
"Are you sure you want to go down this path Lord Ricochet?" The Tarn leader was a Minicon femme that looked almost like a youngling, but everyone knew not to mess with her.
"Almost eighty percent of your support and income comes from me. So yes, Madam Grindstone, I am very serious. And I am not the only Lord that wants a change." Ricochet said confidently before he was joined by three trines of Seekers, several Predacons, a couple Kaonions, and a single Tarn Native. The leaders of the cities all looked at the Lords and Mistresses that stared at them defiantly.
The Seeker leader looked at the trines with his wings flared. "You would go against your own kind, against the treaty we made to the Kaonions for this mech?"
The leaders of each trine looked at each other and then nodded. The Seeker that had been on stage with Skids when Optimus met with the rebellion, moved his platform in front of his friends. "As the eldest of not only my trine, but also your lords, I want nothing more than to be recognized as a mech with his own ideas and dreams. Not what the disgraces those that followed Megatron brought onto us. My eldest son of my own clutch is actually forming a trine with a grounder, and I fully support them. Times are changing Monarch; we need to move forward not backwards."
The Seeker leader and Tyger Pax leader looked at each other, whispering to each other quietly before looking at the group of Lords. "President Platinum and the monarch trine will… Pull from slave drive if you can get council from the Iaconian Council. We will pick the speaker and inform you of our decision."
The mech turned it off before looking at the Prime with an unreadable face. "They're actually wanting live alongside us? And Ricochet, he has that same determination that Megatron had before he went psychotic, how can we trust he won't be the next Megatron?" Ultra Magnus voiced his concern and a few of the others agreed with the larger mech.
Optimus thought long and hard, occasionally asking for his mate's opinion through their bond. After he came to his decision, the Prime rose to his peds. "We went to his territory, it's time he comes into ours. Blaster, you and Mirage get a party together."
"Got it Prime." Blaster was already a giggling fool when he heard his name and the word party in the same sentence. They got down to getting all of the smaller details together during the rest of the meeting. Blaster was put on music detail to get a full view of the entire scene. Optimus was going to have Jazz with him and keep him on the move while the others would try to capture the twins. Ironhide was going to keep it all hush-hush with the Polyhexian until they got them both. Once they were in their custody, they would finally have the answers to their questions.
Back at the house, Jazz was hanging out with Smokescreen and his future mate which didn't bother him at all. The Polyhexian was humming a song as he flipped through different recipes. Sunray had asked Jazz for some really good recipes of flavored energon because she wanted to impress her future brothers.
"You have a very beautiful voice Jazz." Sunray complimented when the mech finally pulled up a file. Smokescreen was sitting on the counter watching the two, not out of possessiveness for his mate, but rather secondhand learning. He was excited to see Jazz in his new frame, especially with all the new add-ons on it. "So how long do you plan on staying here?"
Jazz looked at the femme with a smile, "not sure to be honest. Ratchet said that with the spark transfer it would take some time to adjust and relearn things. Wanna learn how to make them?"
Sunray's wings flared as her optics sparkled in excitement. "Really?" The visored mech nodded as he started gathering the items they would need. The femme helped him with grabbing the things as they continued the conversation. "Have you been to the racetracks in Praxus?"
"No, I haven't really gone to any of the other cities besides Helix that one time." Jazz chuckled nervously as he grabbed a few of the trays and got down to explaining what to do. He was enjoying this, it made him feel happy and it felt that a memory block was being removed. He looked at the stove top quietly before shaking his helm and looked at the two Praxians. "I'll be right back."
He quickly left the room to go into his room and calm his processor. The Polyhexian sat on the floor with his helm resting in his servos. He closed his optics with his digits curling tightly.
"Whatcha making?" A blue Praxian youngling peeked over the counter that Jazz was preparing energon treats with. His tiny winglets moved curiously as he watched the Polyhexian cut the cubes into bite size pieces.
"Energon gels. Where's your brother at Skids?" Jazz asked with a smile as he picked up one of the cubes and gave it to Skids.
The youngling squealed excitedly and took it with his winglets flapping with even more excitement. "With Data. Do you think Optimus will like us?"
The Polyhexian had stopped cutting at the question. He looked down with a small frown; he didn't know how his commander would feel about the younglings he had hiding on Cybertron. Jazz sat the knife down and knelt in front of the young mech, taking one of his servos. "Skids, I'm going to be honest with you, I don't know. He wouldn't hurt either of you, but I did a very bad thing and he may think that I'm teaching you both to do the same thing. Until I'm better, I want you to promise me to stay away from the Autobots."
"But I thought you said Rico and I could be Autobots when we were bigger?" Skids frowned in confusion as he looked into his caretaker's visors. Jazz sighed heavily as he bowed his helm. The Praxian sensed the mech's distress, and he hugged him tightly around the neck. "I promise to stay away. Please don't be sad."
Jazz shot his helm up with a loud gasp. He scrambled to his peds and started tapping his comlink rapidly. "Come on, come on pick up. Pick up dammit."
::Primus Jazz, what is it?:: Mirage had been in the middle of preparing for the trap to get the mechs that had been stalking his friend when his comlink was spammed with comm calls from the Polyhexian.
::Skids! I remember him! I need to talk to him!:: Jazz was pacing in the middle of his room. He knew Mirage could get this done, and he trusted his old team with this more than anyone else.
The noble was shocked to hear Jazz mention Skids but played it off coolly. ::Can I asked what caused you to remember?:: He was within listening range of Blaster as they got his party room ready for the event.
::I was hanging out with Smokey and his mate, and I felt a wall breaking. And I was there with Skids when he was a youngling! He knows about the Autobots. I know why I wanted to hide my memory from Optimus, I was afraid of what he'd do to him and his brother. I thought he would think I was teaching them the things Soundwave taught me.::
::Ops and I will try to get in contact with him then. I have to go Jazz; Blaster and I are discussing business.:: Mirage needed to cut the conversation short and return to the preparations.
Jazz chuckled slightly. ::Aight, tell Blaster I said hi.:: He disconnected from the comlink and returned to the two bots that were waiting in the kitchen. "Sorry about that ready to start baking?"
It had been some time, Jazz and Prowl had been steadily seeing each other whenever they could. The Polyhexian had decided to surprise the Praxian by visiting him at the station. He was feeling extremely nervous as it was the first time that he had been in Praxus, and he wanted to do this on his own without Blaster in his helm.
You can do this Jazz, just a few more steps and you'll be inside. He tried to reassure himself as he walked up the steps of the enforcer station. The Polyhexian looked around nervously before seeing the receptionist looking at him. He took a deep intake and walked up to her. "Hi, is Prowl here?"
"Commander Prowl? I believe he's in his office, can I have a name?" She didn't look like she was going to let Jazz just waltz into the back, so he continued to cooperate with her.
"Um… Jazz." The visored mech saw the sudden change in her posture, and he knew he wasn't about to be let access to Prowl. She turned her back to him and started typing away on her terminal. Jazz just shook his helm and crossed his arms. I'm not going to get hurt, I'm okay. What would you do as an Autobot? Stand up for yourself. He remained at the reception desk with his peds planted and arms crossed. "Miss, I ain't gonna move until ya tell Prowl that I'm here. If ya don't I'll inform not only his brother, who works with the Council, but also Optimus Prime himself that you a preventing me from completing a job that the Prime has assigned me too."
The femme glared over her shoulder with her wings flared. "The Commander is in the middle of an important case. Leave or you'll be forced off the property." She sharply turned back to the screen.
Jazz smirked and tapped his comlink, getting an instant answer. ::Jazz, what an unexpected call. Are you okay? I thought we were going to talk later tonight?:: Prowl's voice was heard by the femme, and her wings flared even more as she turned to stare at the proud Polyhexian.
::Hey Prowler, could ya come to the front of the station? I got ya a surprise.:: He continued to smile, feeling his spark of playfulness flare up.
There was a moment of silence before a small sigh. ::Jazz, you know I hate surprises. Wait… come up?::
::Oh, hush and come up here.:: He snickered and hung up.
The femme looked so baffled that Jazz had done that and was even more stunned when Prowl walked out from the hall with his wings held up high and a very small smile on his lips. "Jazz, you're really here in Praxus. I didn't think that you would be caught dead here. Envoy, why didn't you inform me?"
"Oh, I told her to let me surprise you Prowl. And no, I wouldn't be caught dead in Kaon. Are you busy?" Jazz smiled sweetly with his arms going behind his back. He watched how Prowl looked focus for a moment before giving him his full attention once again.
"I have no meetings to see to until tomorrow. And I've completed today's work for now." Prowl said and Jazz took that as a no. The Praxian looked at Envoy with a cold expression. "Envoy, please take any messages for me until I return."
"Yes Commander." She answered meekly before turning to her work.
The Praxian took the Polyhexian's servo, leading him outside. "Was there any place you would like to see?" He looked at the mech beside him, feeling extremely happy to have Jazz in his reach once again. Prowl could tell that Jazz was holding onto him for comfort, which he didn't complain but he didn't want him to be scared. "Jazz, it's okay. You're safe with me."
"I know, I know it's just my paranoia getting to me. This took a lot of inner strength to get here. Any good places that are good to see first?" Jazz looked back at the mech with a sheepish smile. "I… well Blue and I were talking at our last session, and I want to try looking at memories with you there. If you want."
Prowl looked at the mech in surprise at the offer. "You would allow me to view your session? I would be honored Jazz." He bowed his helm slightly with his wings dipping down.
Jazz smiled as he relaxed some. "I really would Prowler. I'll let Blue know when I head back to Iacon." The Polyhexian looked around when he saw that Prowl led them to a large park. There were low raised fences lining the path with crystal formations filling what was fenced off. He gasped in excitement at the sight of it all, his field flaring up with just as much excitement. "Wow."
"Guessing I chose an appropriate place to show you first? These are the crystal gardens, the reason for the fences is because believe it or not some bots think that these make great souvenirs. But the botanists are the only ones that can touch these." Prowl explained as he guided Jazz through the first section. He looks so adorable from seeing just crystals.
The visored mech looked at a large purple formation that had silver running through it. "Wow, it's so pretty. Now I get why Smokey said why these were a Praxian's pride and joy."
"I take it my brother had talked your receptor off?" Prowl dryly joked as he led them further into the gardens. Jazz nodded with a laugh, his field flickering in amusement. Still a beautiful laugh.
"I don't mind it, it's better than hearing Hide talk about guns. Seriously the mech would spark merge with his entire arsenal if he could." Jazz teased the absent mech, getting a stifled chuckle from Prowl. I've missed your laugh so much. He continued to swoon over the mech as they came to a very small opening in the garden, and Prowl offered a spot on a bench that faced the array of crystals. The two sat down and the Praxian looked at him with a polite space between them.
"I was going to copy memories of the light festival for you, but I thought you would prefer to see them in person. The only downside is that won't be until after your spark transfer." Prowl explained with his wings dipped down. Jazz nodded in understanding before moving slightly closer to the other, their digits barely touching.
The Praxian took the contact as the 'I'm good with this space' sign. Jazz looked at his peds as they lightly kicked the ground. "I guess I'll have to wait then. Prowl, I know it's not the most ideal thing for us, but if I ever got to the point where I was okay with interfacing, I… I don't want you to see everything."
Prowl curled his digits around Jazz's, getting him to look into his optics. "You do not have to explain yourself Jazz, it's understandable why you feel the need to do a transfer. Even though it means there is a risk you may never remember me, I support you fully."
Jazz's face heated up and he quickly looked down with a smile. Prowl would do anything to see his lover smile, even if it meant a spark transfer. The Polyhexian gave a stressed chuckle before speaking his mind. "I guess that just means we have to do a lot of things before I forget."
Prowl mirrored his companion and gave a small chuckle with his wings flicking in agreement. "I suppose it does. Well my tanks are at thirty-two percent; would you be opposed to getting energon with me?"
"You still make numbers sound so exciting, but no I'm not opposed to getting energon with you." Jazz smiled with a very slight tilt of his helm. After a few more minutes in the garden, Prowl led the Polyhexian to a diner that was close to the station. The Praxian made sure that Jazz felt safe while they were escorted to a table, more so when the mech started closing off his field.
Once the waitress was gone, Prowl looked across the table to see Jazz shifting around nervously. He quickly took action and grabbed his servos which snapped the Polyhexian to attention. "Jazz, deep intakes. You are okay."
Jazz nodded and bowed his helm slightly as he took several deep intakes. He let his shoulders fall as he sat up straighter. "Sorry, I'm just nervous at embarrassing you."
"Don't be, many of the citizens see me no more than a drone at most for enforcing the law. What sort of energon do you feel like having?" The enforcer asked as they looked over the menu.
Jazz occasionally glanced up and finally noticed the lack of Autobot insignia on his frame. He sat the menu down with a tilt of his helm. "How come you do not have the insignia on you?"
The Praxian looked at the area where his insignia once was before looking back up at the across from him. "I made a choice once the war was over. Remain on Cybertron and return to my old life as an enforcer or join the secondary team that will be led by Hot Rod once he becomes a Prime. I chose the former. Do you ever think about asking Optimus at rejoining the brigade?"
Jazz quickly shot that question with his servos waving in front of himself. "Like I told Hound, sure I miss being a Bot and being a part of Ops, I would never rejoin. It would bring up too many memories and emotions, that I just don't want to deal with."
"Which is understandable that you wish to avoid any more negative memories. Surely Optimus would give you an opportunity to put your special forces training to good use?" Prowl suggested with his wings twitching slightly.
The waiter eventually returned and took their orders. Another waiter was taking an older couple to a vacant table, and the femme was giving Jazz's helm the death glare. The Polyhexian's training was spiking, and he slid down the chair with a frown. Prowl looked over the mech's shoulder and held his wings up high. He stood up and went over to Jazz, which confused the mech. "Switch me spots." The enforcer said, and the visored mech quickly complied. Once they changed spots, Prowl flared his wings to shield Jazz from her view.
Jazz looked down at his lap with his digits fidgeting with his wrists. Why did I think Praxus was a good idea? He gave a heavy sigh with his shoulders hanging low. The only thing that pulled him out of his thoughts was him being pulled closer to the table. He felt Prowl's legs wrap around his legs the best they could. Their optics locked and Jazz saw the encouraging smile on Prowl's face.
After their meal, Prowl paid for their energon and Jazz slipped the waiter a tip and asked him to thank whoever made his energon. The Polyhexian thought it was a pure coincidence that the mixer knew the exact recipe that Jazz loved, but he didn't pay any mind as all his attention was now refocused on Prowl. He had his arms wrapped around the white arm with a very small purr, that Jazz had hoped that Prowl didn't hear but if he did, the Praxian said nothing. Prowl looked at the Polyhexian with his wings flared proudly. "I apologize for ordering you around earlier, I saw how that couple reacted towards you and I wanted to intervene before it got worse."
Jazz looked up at him in slight surprise before going back to focusing to their current destination. "I know you only did it to help me, it's going to take a long time for others to forgive me and I know this. But I don't want their forgiveness, not when yours and my friends' matter. I had fun today, I may have to surprise you again."
"As long as it is just a visitation from you, my chances of glitching will go down no matter the situation." Prowl smiled as they came to a stop at the bridge that connected Praxus to Iacon. They both looked at the city that was still a bit away before looking at each other. "Perhaps, we could speak to Ironhide and arrange some time during the lunar cycle to go see a play or something? If you're comfortable with it of course."
Jazz chuckled before taking his servo in his. "You can call it what it is Prowler. And I'll see if Hide could give me a break for a bit. I'll talk to you later Prowl." He hugged the mech before pulling away and transformed as he stepped onto the road. He zoomed off with his mirrors adjusting slightly to see Prowl standing there still. My mate.
When he got back to the house, Jazz flopped on the couch with a heavy sigh. He smiled before throwing his fists into the air while shouting 'yes' proudly. The Polyhexian was proud of himself for pushing past his fear and went to Praxus to see Prowl. "What's got you so excited kid?" Jazz sat up to see Ironhide coming out of the kitchen with a cube of energon.
"I went to Praxus." He said with excitement growing before flopping back down. "And I had energon with Prowl."
The older mech laughed slightly and went over to the living room to join his friend. "You most definitely Blacklight's son. Primus, should've seen him when your Carrier accepted to go on a date with him. He was a bouncy thing that spent all his free time trying to swoon this proud femme."
The visored mech sat up as he listened to him. "What did she look like? Was Light always that tall or was it after his facial reconstruction that he got taller?"
"Your Carrier was mainly white with some red and blue flame work; she would have only come up to your chest. She was a petite little thing, but a big personality. Light, at least for all I've known him, he was that tall. You have a lot of Torch in you, no matter what anyone tells you. Prime, Ratch', Magnus, and I were there when they had their ceremony. Not even the old Council was aware of it, not until he started looking around for a safe house in Iacon." Ironhide leaned forward with a chuckle as he recalled how nervous the usually composed mech was. "Primus, Light was so nervous that he kept kicking his fans into high gear."
Jazz was looking at him in disbelief at what he was hearing. "The mech didn't flinch at a land mine exploding ten feet away from him!"
The red mech laughed with a nod, "I think it was more that he saw Torch as this innocent being that he was wanting to protect from what his job. When you form a spark bond, you're exposed in all senses as information and memories are transferred from the two parties. He didn't want to ruin her or scare her off."
"She must've been really in love with him if the duties of an Ops agent didn't chase her away." He folded a leg underneath him as he looked at his servos quietly. Jazz looked back up with a curious gaze. "If spark bonds are meant to bring lovers together, how come you and Chromia don't form one?"
"We talk about it, but with a relationship as long as ours we don't need it to show we love each other." Ironhide explained with a slightly shrug. Jazz nodded in understanding what his friend was saying.
"Oh, so Prowl may comm you about future plans. Because knowing him he's going to treat his as courting and seeing as you currently dangle my freedom over my helm he'll ask you." Jazz jumped onto his peds with a smile. He left for his room before Ironhide could ask what he should expect. Easy there my spark.
So, what do you think will happen next? Let me know in the comments. :)
We're getting closer to finding out what Jazz's connection is to Ricochet and Skids. (If you haven't already)
