Disclaimer: Not mine. I don't make any money out of this.
Warnings: OocBlaster (as if the others weren't ooc :p )
"talking"
"comm"
line - change of place
Flirty
"Hey, Jazz! Guess what I got?"
"No time to guess. Have t' go patrol in a few."
"Aww. . . You're not fun. Ya'll be back tomorrow, right?"
"Affirmative, Blaster. Why? Did anythin' come up?
"Chill, man, ya starting to sound like Red A."
"Ha, ha. Blaster, you're killin' me. Are ya gonna tell me or not?"
"Wait! I got tickets! For tomorrow! You and me . . ."
"Tomorrow? Who's. . . Primus, how ya got them?"
"It's a secret. So. . . think ya can make it?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, buddy. How much I owe ya?
"Great! I mean, nothing. You owe me nothing. . . I thought that. . . oh, forget it. It starts at eight so I guess we'll meet before going there since. . . "
"Blaster? Buddy. You're babblin'. Ya only do that when you're stressed out, so spill."
"Stressed? I'm not stressed Just 'cause I wanted to ask ya out on a date doesn't mean I'm stressed… Oh, Primus… Frag, I said that out loud, didn't I?"
"Yeah, ya did. So ya wanna date me? Never would've guessed, Blaster."
"Sorry. . . Guess I'll have t' look for someone else t' join me. . . "
"What in the Matrix for? Did ya hear me say no? Did I say I wasn't interested? Luv, if ya want a date you'll get a date. Talk to ya when I get back. Kay, buddy?"
"Yes! I mean… you'll date me?"
"Why not? You're smart, good lookin' and ya understand music. Now I really need to sign off or we'll risk bein' spotted."
"Oh, ok. See ya later, love!"
Jazz turned off his radio feeling quite good with himself. He'd tried hacking into Blaster's personal logs, but he'd forgotten that Blaster was more intelligent than he appeared. He had to be, since it was his job to outsmart his lover and Soundwave was very intelligent and extremely cunning. With hacking out of the question he'd been forced to find another way to get close to the crafty mech. Blaster's crush on him just gave him the opportunity he needed.
He hated using the Communications Officer's feeling in such a way, but he was a hundred percent sure that he had information of his and his lover's encounters. He was not willing to part from Soundwave without a fight. He only needed to destroy the information and everything will be fixed. Then, he could go back to Soundwave and explain everything.
"Stressed? I'm not stressed Just 'cause I wanted to ask ya out on a date doesn't mean I'm stressed… Oh, Primus… Frag, I said that out loud, didn't I?"
"Yeah, ya did. So ya wanna date me? Never would've guessed, Blaster."
"Sorry. . . Guess I'll have t' look for someone else t' join me. . . "
"What in the Matrix for? Did ya hear me say no? Did I say I wasn't interested? Luv, if ya want a date you'll get a date. Talk to ya when I get back. Kay, buddy?"
"Yes! I mean… you'll date me?"
"Why not? You're smart, good lookin' and ya understand music. Now I really need to sign off or we'll risk bein' spotted."
"Oh, ok. See ya later, love!"
The transmission ended and there was silence in the Control Room before they broke into laughter. Only one did not laugh. Fortunately for him, it wasn't expected of him to do so.
So that was the reason why Jazz left him. The Porsche wanted to settle with that second rate Autobot version of himself. His visor's red glow began to turn darker as his anger grew. Blaster's demise being calculated as he waited for Megatron's orders. Blaster was a dead mech, but Jazz. . . Jazz would suffer like no other.