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'thoughts/songs'

"memory of conversation"

"comm"

Sickness

When Soundwave entered the cave he and Jazz used as a meeting place, he instantly noticed something was wrong. Instead of being enthusiastically received by his partner and his music, he was received by a wave of mental anguish and silence. He gasped, almost inaudibly, in surprise and stood still for a moment, before hurrying to find Jazz.

Soundwave found him unconscious on the floor, a few feet away from the berth the Bot had smuggled, Primus only knew how, from his own ship. The Con walked towards him, his hearing catching the sound of Jazz's air intakes working to cool off the prone figure. Soundwave didn't like that sound right now, especially when they didn't seem to be cooling off the Porsche at all.

He, more carefully than he cared to admit, took the body in his arms and carried him to the berth. Jazz was overheating and Soundwave could feel the heat threatening to burn his partner from the inside. The movement caused the Bot to stir. The sound of an engine suddenly filled the room.

'Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost. It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ACHE OVER…'

The music started just as he moved, but then the engine made a horrible sound, Jazz groaned in pain and the music stopped. Soundwave laid the Porsche on the berth, the painful sound of Jazz's intakes the only sound in the room. The blue mech had no idea where to start. He had some medical knowledge, since he as able to build his Cassetticons, but this didn't look like a normal injury.

"Jazz." – He said, trying to get the Autobot online. – "Jazz. Wake up."

There was no response, a fact that didn't surprised Soundwave. He slapped the Bot hard, although not as hard as he was used to, and he was rewarded with a pained groaned from the saboteur.

'I see my vision burn; I feel my memories fade with time. But I'm too young to worry. . .'

"Jazz?"

A dim blue light shone from the visor and a pained filled voice whispered. – "luv?"

"Status Report." – The Decepticon quickly demanded, before his partner lost consciousness again.

Jazz turned slowly until he was looking at Soundwave. The sound of the engine started again and his air intakes hissed. – "Don't know . . . Diagnostic is not . . . working . . ."

There was a screeching sound coming from inside the Autobot's body at the same time the saboteur screamed in pain. His partner had some sort of virus, Soundwave concluded. And if he added to that, that Jazz had suffered major injuries under the Stunticons' hands just three days ago, Jazz's condition could already be fatal. The engine died again as Jazz lost consciousness mid-scream.

Panic. He could feel it building up with every sound coming from Jazz's body. The cassette player didn't have the knowledge, or the proper tools, to heal Jazz. He very well doubted that the Constructicons would help him. The blue mech caressed Jazz's helmet and grabbed one of his hands. There was only one way to cure his Bot. He had to get him to the Autobot medic.

'Trials in life, questions of us existing here, don't wanna die alone without you here. Please tell me what we have is real'

". . . wave?" – The broken voice of his partner alerting him the saboteur would suffer another wave of pain soon. – ". . . want you to know . . . mean a lot to me. . . "

As predicted the screeching began again. He could feel Jazz's hand squeezing his own as he tried to keep from screaming again. – "love. . . ya. . . "

Rest. Everything will be fine, Jazz." – The blue mech said, using his real voice to make Jazz relax. The Porsche smiled and obeyed his lover. Once Soundwave thought he was offline, he whispered. – "Losing you is not an option. You are my partner. I love you."

The Decepticon left the black and white mech laying on the berth and walked out of the cave -"Soundwave to Cassetticons."

When Jazz came online, the first thins he noticed was the bright lights on the ceiling. Funny. He didn't remember the cave having lights so bright.

"Move one gear, Jazz, and I'll strap you down and make you listen to boy band music for the next millennia." – Jazz recognized Rachet's voice and his confusion doubled.

Why was he on the ship when he clearly remembered being on the cave waiting for Soundwave to appear. The medic came out of his office and Jazz could detect the fatigue rolling off the medic.

"Ratch, my man! What's wron'?" – He began, while flashing a grin to the medic.

"Nothing's wrong anymore, you overgrown piece of scrap!" – Said medic began, wielding his trusty arc welder close to Jazz's face. The whole thing confused the saboteur. He had no idea why the medic seemed so mad at him. – "Would you care to tell me what in the holy Matrix were you going running around when I clearly told you to take it easy for two weeks? If it wasn't for the twins, right now you would be livin' it up with Primus!"

And his confusion only grew. He'd been taking it easy for a couple of days, but he'd felt fine enough to venture to the cave. He had a case of cabin fever plus he'd been missing Soundwave badly. Suddenly, he felt his spark grew cold. Had he been so distracted to have been followed by the twins to the cave? Had they killed Soundwave believing the Decepticon to be attacking him? – "The twins? What do they hav' t' do with me bein' here?"

"They found you during their patrol. They claim they were following Laserbeak and Buzzsaw when they encountered you already unconscious. Somehow, they actually thought of leaving the spies in favor of getting you back to the Ark. A darn good luck, 'cause, if they had arrived five human minutes after they arrived, you wouldn't be here. As it is, you are not getting out of here until I'm completely sure there is nothing else wrong with you." – Ratchet explained, while scanning Jazz's body. Apparently, his temper had cooled down enough to explain the situation.

Which still didn't made any sense to Jazz. . . unless Prowl added a new cave patrol while he wasn't looking and his lover's children suddenly took on spelunking. Somehow, Jazz doubted that was the explanation. This meant he had somehow found his way from the cave to the usual patrol route and the cassettes had helped him be found.

"What exactly did I had, Ratchet?"

"The human equivalent of pneumonia, plus the damage done to your circuitry by overheating and the fact that your auto-repair was still working on the damage done by the Stunticons." – Ratchet placed his tools away before turning back to the Porsche. – "Now, what can you remember?"

Jazz tried to access his memory banks and was rewarded with corrupted data, some recollection of being scooped up and Soundwave's presence. Above all, he remembered the pain. – "Everythin's confusing. All I remember is pain." – He replied, while trying to access the corrupted data and see what exactly had happened.

He stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Ratchet's face was uncharacteristically kind as he spoke to the saboteur. – "Just rest, Jazz. Everything's fine."

It was then a stream of data was accessed. His lover's melodic voice laced with panic and the feeling of a hand holding his.

"Rest. Everything will be fine, Jazz. Losing you is not an option. You are my partner. I love you."