[2007 movieverse] Realization dawns on Jazz.
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately.
Realizations
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"So, how do you wish to proceed, Prowl?" My spark flutters a little, even after all this while. Prowl, here on Earth?
"What can I say, Ratchet? That, no, you can't have him and he's mine and I don't slagging care that Bumblebee has no vocalizer at the moment and that we can't fix him?" The tarp covering me is pretty soundproof, but Prowl's voice floats through perfectly well even though it is spoken in a low tone. My spark clenches at the utter lack of hope and emotion in his voice even as he curses. So sorry for causing you so much grief, Prowler. Sorry for being so slagging blind.
Prowl finally sighs, and that sound is one of the most depressing things I've ever heard, "Go ahead." Reconnecting my relays finally? Whew. Parts must have been so scarce that they can't even fix me, can't even replace 'Bee's vocalizer.
Don't worry Prowl, I'm going to be all fixed now.
The blue tarp is thrown back and I recalibrate my optics to compensate for the sudden influx of bright light. An unfamiliar 'bot shuffles into my field of vision, drawing nearer to my chassis.
"Ratchet," the new 'bot begins, rather nervously, "To be honest I've never taken a vocalizer out before this." Now wait a kriffing minute, take a vocalizer out? Are they talking about MY vocalizer? What? But I need that. I don't understand, why are they doing this?
"Ratchet," Prowl's voice holds an edge of warning, and I feel a slight flare of hope. I know Prowl will stick up for me.
"Understood," comes the reply, and the unfamiliar 'bot retreats, only to be replaced by Ratchet himself. "Jolt can watch from over there."
A shiver runs through me, and that little spark of hope extinguishes. Primus, they are really going to take it from me. How am I going to sing for anyone, for me, for Prowl anymore? How am I going to live?
Ratchet's chartreuse servos draw closer, closer, reaching for my neck panel. No, no, no. It's slagging mine!
"Prowler, you have to do something!" I howl out in desperation, "Don't let them take it from me, please. Prowl, please!"
Not my vocalizer, not my vocalizer.
Not my –