Hey all! I just wanna send a shot-out to everyone who's reviewed this fic so far and has asked for more- you people got me motivated to write more, so her we go! Chapter two:
I woke up sometime later, not sure where I was, and was trying to piece together just exactly what happened. On the subject of where I was, it seemed to be a metal science lab of some sort- I was lying on a sleeping bag on top of a table. I remembered hearing sounds after I'd passed out or whatever- explosions, gunfire, and voices, only four of which I recognized: Rad, Carlos, Alexis and... Jazz.
"Jazz?" I called as I tried to sit up. "Jazz, where are you?" I slid off of the table and attempted to find my friend. Only problem was, my legs felt like spaghetti noodles- wobbly and out of control (Well, you try to control a noodle you're slurping!). I was about to fall to the floor, when I was caught by someone, a voice I didn't know.
"Careful, kid," he said. "You've been through a lot today." Somehow, whoever it was lifted me into the air and set me back down on the table. That's when I saw who it was: a large yellow robot- one of the ones Jazz had said were the good guys. "The name's Hot Shot," he told me. "How ya feelin'?"
"I guess I'm okay," I replied. "But where am I? And where's Jazz, is he okay?" Suddenly, I heard a familiar beep echo through the room, causing me to gasp. "Jazz!"
I jumped off the table once again and rushed off towards my best friend. He looked a little banged up- then again, so did I- but it didn't change my happiness to see him, or his to see me. I wrapped my arms around him.
"Oh, Jazz," I cried, "I'm so happy to see you!" He put his arms around me as well.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "You've been out for a while, and I was really worried." I smiled and nodded my head.
"I'm great, now that I know you're okay." I was silent for a moment. "Jazz, who are these guys? What's going on?"
"We could ask you the same question." said a voice, one I recognized- Alexis. She was standing behind Jazz, along with Rad, Carlos and some other giant robots. "Where did you get your Mini-Con?" I gave her a confused look.
"Mini-Con?" I asked. "Do you mean Jazz?" She, the boys and the robots nodded. "If you've got time for my life story, I'll be glad to tell ya."
"Do we have time Optimus?" Rad asked. The largest robot, a red, white and blue one, chuckled and gave a nod.
"Sure, why not." After everyone introduced themselves, they sat down around me, so I sat down as well and started my story.
"I'm trying to think of which is worse," I said. "Being raised with a silver spoon in my mouth, or what really happened. My parents died in a car crash when I was three and being that I had no living relatives, I was sent to an orphanage. This place made the work house in "Oliver Twist" seem like paradise- walls with huge holes in them that let in the rain, snow and cold air; rats, snakes and other pests vacating all of the rooms; old decaying baby diapers every where- mostly on kids who've been wearing them for months on end; and lets not even get into the food... well, I shouldn't but I'm going there anyway."
"It was the same meal three times a day: Moldy bread with a sliver of rotten cheese on top; cold, sugarless oatmeal; and if you were lucky, a glass of cold water- it was usually served warm. If you're not grossed out yet, then you probably wouldn't understand why I ran away not more than a year later- I'm still surprised I lasted that long."
"I'm surprised too," said Carlos. "That's just plain gross."
"I bet the Decepticons would enjoy it," joked Rad.
"Who are the Decepticons?" I asked.
"One story at a time, Sarah," said Optimus. "Please continue with yours."
"All right," I said with a nod. "The funny thing... well maybe not funny, but the main thing about the whole ordeal was that no one ever came to look for me. They probably never noticed I was gone in the first place."
"With that much filth," said Carlos. "I can understand that." My eyes lit up in a mischievous way.
"Are you saying I'm filth, Carlos?" I asked him. He looked at me in total shock.
"Whoa, wait a second Sare... I- I didn't mean..." I burst out laughing and gave him a light punch on the shoulder.
"I'm just messin' with ya, Carlos!" I said, still laughing. "I know you didn't mean it." Carlos looked lost for a moment, then laughed along with me.
"Hey," said Alexis. "Can we get back to your story, Sarah?" I nodded.
"Oh, yeah- so, there I was- a slip of a girl, just turned four-years-old, all alone in the world... until the night I stumbled into a cave to escape the cold, rainy weather. That was when I discovered a green glow coming from deep inside the cave. Being that I was just a kid, I hadn't the slightest clue what it was, therefore I had to go find out- nothing on earth is more powerful that the curiosity of a five-year-old girl. I walked back towards the light, wondering what I would find. I remembering hoping it would be something warm- I was freezing."
"You were a four-year-old girl," said Red Alert. "All alone in the world, and you were worried about being cold?" I thought about it for a moment.
"Yeah," I replied. "It was like winter outside, or something. Anyway, a few moments later, I found the source of the light- this green, pentagon shaped plate thingy. I reached my hand out and grabbed it, only to be surrounded by a strong gust of wind that almost knocked me off of my feet. The plate was a little less than half my size and was rather difficult to hold in my hands. After a moment, it fell to the ground, as did I, and it started to glow even brighter."
"Hey, that's what happened to me!" cried Rad. "When I found High Wire- remember Carlos?" Carlos nodded.
"Hey man," he said. "Let her finish the story?" I smiled.
"Thanks Carlos," I said with a wink. As I finished telling them the story, the entire scene replayed in my mind- the ghostly image of a small orange robot, with blue arms, legs and face appeared. Seconds later, it was more than an image- the robot was really standing in front of me. I looked at him, he looked at me.
"Hi!" I said, without a hint of fear. "My name's Sarah. Who are you?" He made some different beeping noises... and I understood all of them.
"I don't have a name." he replied.
"Why don't you?"
"My master has to give me one."
"Master?" I asked, "Well who's he?" He gave me a slightly puzzled look.
"You are." I stared at him for a second, before shaking my head..
"Me? No way, I'm not being anyone's master. I'll be you're friend or something like that, but I'm not gonna control you." He nodded back, then turned around and ran off. "Hey! Where are you going?" I was alone for a matter of minutes, throwing rocks at the cave wall, when he returned.
"I couldn't believe it," I told my companions. "When he returned, he had a blanket with him, along with some fire wood and some food- I don't know how he got it, 'cause I never asked. He also changed a little bit- Jazz went from something that looked like it escaped out of a kids toy store... no offence, man."
"None take," he beeped.
"To his current form, that turns into a sweet BMX. Anyway, he got a fire going and we've been together ever since."
"Hey, why'd you name him Jazz?" asked Smoke Screen. I giggled a bit and looked over at Jazz. He nodded at me and I nodded back.
"It's kinda crazy," I said. "That first night in the cave, I couldn't sleep to save my life. I was wrapped up in the blanket he gave me, tossing and turning like there was no tomorrow. Then suddenly, Jazz came over, took me in his arms and started... well he started to sing. It was kind of a slow song, but it was still kinda jazzy and it tired me out, but before I went to sleep, I remember saying "Thanks, Jazz-man," and the name stuck." I looked around at everyone and smiled. "Hey, that's enough about me- does someone want to tell me what's going on here? Why were those robot chasing me and Jazz?"