Two chapters in two days… this is a new record for me! Okay, so there's going to be some character development now, and I'm setting up for the reason why the rating went up. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter!

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And now, onto the chapter!

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"You… what?" Savannah asked in complete surprise.

Jazz, the mech that had decided to make Savannah's office his hang out for this specific week, shrugged.

"I remember seeing you at Mission City just before I went into emergency medical stasis." The saboteur stated nonchalantly. "I didn't want to say anything about it in front of the others though."

Savannah recalled how Jazz had insisted she and him hang out during the party so that he could 'get to know the little femme who was in charge.' She had thought that it was because he wanted to get on her good side. Now she realized that he had been trying to positively identify her before he brought up this slightly alarming fact.

"I… I didn't realize that any of you saw me there." She finally managed to say. "In fact, I was almost positive the only one that saw me there was a Decepticon, and he was… offlined during the battle."

Jazz studied the obvious discomfort that the conversation was causing and shrugged again.

"So… I couldn't help but notice how you watched Boss bot during the party last night."

Savannah, who had decided it was time to take a drink of tea, spewed the lukewarm liquid on her desk and sputtered a few denials before she realized that her reaction was exactly what Jazz had been looking for.

"I hit that one right on the mark!" Jazz crowed with a smirk. "Don't tell me that you have a crush on the boss bot!"

"Jazz, so help me, if you want to keep your music privileges you will drop this subject now." The liaison snarled as she began to mop up the mess she had made.

"Awww, come on Savannah, don't be like that." Jazz laughed. "You can tell me, I promise to keep the info on the down low."

"Shove it up your tailpipe Jazz." She muttered, but a grin was pulling at the edges of her lips. "I swear you're like the brother I never had."

"I aim to please." Jazz grinned at her. "And I don't think I'd mind being a brother. Consider yourself adopted!"

Savannah only laughed at his antics, but her full-blown smile was enough for Jazz to keep needling her about her 'crush.'

"So, come on, I need details femme!" He leaned forward until his face was only inches away from being inside of the office space. "Do you like Optimus?"

"And why do you want to know?" She asked suspiciously.

"You wound me!" Jazz cried dramatically, but then sobered almost immediately after his outburst. "I'm curious, and I swear that I won't tell any other living thing or use it for blackmail."

"You give your word on it?" Savannah asked.

"I swear on my spark." Jazz placed a hand over said piece of anatomy. "I won't tell a soul."

Savannah seemed to weigh her options, and then nodded.

"Fine, yes… I have developed a crush on Optimus." She sighed. "But I'll be completely honest in saying that I'm not comfortable with the idea just yet."

"I kinda figured that part out." Jazz grinned. "So… what are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing."

Now Jazz just shot her a flat look that said everything he thought about that one statement.

"Look, I'm organic, he's Cybertronian. Hell, I doubt that he could even slightly feel the same way toward me. And it's not that I don't think you guys can feel those types of emotions, it's just that I highly doubt they would be directed towards a human."

"Ratchet says that you and Optimus talk a lot." Jazz chimed in.

"Yeah, but that doesn't happen as often as Ratchet seems to think. We talk maybe once or twice a week, and only when neither one of us can sleep… er, recharge." Savannah sighed as she finished cleaning up the tea and picked up her tablet.

"What do you talk about?"

Now Savannah paused and thought back to the conversations.

"Well… we talk about our pasts… and he tells me about what Cybertron looked like." Savannah shrugged. "I talk about my family, and how my parents aren't too happy with the fact that I work so far away. My sister is actually a main topic of conversation, since she's a private detective."

"You have a sister?" Jazz cut in.

"Yep, she's a year younger than me." Savannah sighed. "But that's beside the point. I'm just saying that I don't think Optimus feels anything more than friendship towards me. And I don't mind that, I'm perfectly okay with us being friends."

"Has he told you about Elita?"

Now Savannah froze and looked at Jazz with slightly wary eyes. "Yes, he did."

Jazz nodded absently, though he wasn't going to share his thoughts on that just yet.

"Though, I'm pretty sure he only did so because I told him about my late husband." She shrugged and made a correction on a report.

"Girlie, you got Optimus to talk about the only being he loved." Jazz stated firmly. "He won't do that unless he trusts you, pit… it took him forever to talk to me and Ratchet about her. And we've known him longer than the others have."

Savannah sat her tablet down and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Trust isn't love, Jazz. Just because he trusts me enough to share stories about his past with me doesn't meant that he sees me as more than a friend."

Before Jazz could respond, Savannah's cell phone rang and she held up a finger for him to be quiet.

"Hello?" A look of concentration passed across her features before shock and then worry became evident. "What do you mean Dad had a heart attack?"

Jazz looked up the term 'heart attack' and his brow furrowed.

"Is he okay?" She paused as the person on the other end of the phone told her what had happened. "Of course, yeah… I'll try to be there within the week. I'll talk to you in a couple of hours, I gotta go get my emergency leave okayed by my boss. Alright… talk to you later Katrina."

And she hung up with a curse before picking up her desk phone and dialing the extension that connected her with Optimus.

"Hello, Optimus? It's Savannah."

Jazz hacked into the frequency without any guilt; he wanted to hear the full conversation.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I just found out that my Dad is in the hospital." Savannah sat rigidly in her chair. "He just had a massive heart attack and my family wants me home just in case."

"I will push the emergency leave through for you, but it might take a few hours for it to be approved by the humans. Is there anything else you need?"

Savannah was silent for several seconds. "I… I'll be fine. I'll be waiting for the approval to go through. Thank you Optimus."

"It is no trouble; let me know if you need anything else."

"I will; thank you." And she hung up the phone.

"Hey kitten." Jazz started, then paused when he saw her shoulders sag and heard a strangled sob escape her lungs.

Before he even realized he was doing it, he activated his hologram and pulled the woman into a hug. She stiffened for a split second before relaxing into the embrace and sobbing.

/Optimus. /

/Yes Jazz? /

/Savannah just started crying… I don't have any fragging idea what to do./

Silence came from the other end of the comm. and Jazz knew that Optimus was trying to figure out what to say to him.

/I will be there in a few minutes…/

/She's in her office. /

/Thank you. /

"I'm sorry…" Savannah sobbed. "I didn't… I don't normally do this."

"Hey kitten it's fine." Jazz stated, though he still had to admit he had no idea what to do or say… he wasn't good with crying females. "Your creator…"

"Please don't tell me that he's going to be okay." The woman stated. "There is no way you can know that."

"If he's anything like his daughter, he's going to be okay." Jazz stated firmly, and then glanced toward the Cybertronian-sized space as Optimus entered it.

/HELP. /

/Come on Jazz, I've never seen you be so… panicked over something. /

/It's a crying femme… I don't DO Crying femmes. /

Optimus shook his head, but activated his hologram and knelt beside Jazz's hologram.

"Savannah…"

"Damnit… I didn't want you to see me like this Optimus." Savannah seemed as if she was trying to regain control of her emotions.

"Don't try and hold it in." Optimus instructed as Jazz all but threw her at him.

"I don't want to cry." Savannah ground out, though the tears continued to fall. "Crying is a sign of weakness…"

"It is a sign of strength." The Autobot leader stated firmly. "It means that you are capable of showing that you care for those around you. He is your father and you are worried that he is not going to live. Your tears show that you care about your father."

"But…"

"Savannah, do not regret showing how much you care for someone." Optimus said quietly. "Because one day, you will not be able to do so."

Savannah froze, and then the tears began streaming down her face as her sobbing grew in frequency and volume.

/Hey boss bot. /

/Yes Jazz? /

/Good job…/

Optimus just shot his TIC a questioning look, only for his brow to furrow when he noted the smirk Jazz had.

/Jazz…/

/So… do you like her? /

The glare Optimus sent him could have heated a hundred suns. /You and I are going to have to have a talk about your lack of tact later. Right now I am trying to get Savannah to calm down./

Jazz only smirked harder; he was going to have so much fun with these small details.

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Okay… so I've begun the relationship development. And Jazz is the one that knows for a fact that they have feelings for each other. And no, I wasn't trying to make them seem as if they didn't care that Savannah was crying her eyes out right in front of them. But… they're guys… and I think Jazz is one of those guys who genuinely don't know how to deal with a crying girl.

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Until all are one,

Chistarpax