Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers (2007).

I stretched in the backseat as I woke up, arching my back as I did so. Jazz's engine roared, which sadly didn't have the same effect as it did in my fantasy of traveling down the longest tunnel in the world with nothing but yellow lights and cables caressing skin, playful shadows, and time. Enough time to actually overload, let alone work myself up into a frenzy. If only I could purr...I settled for sighing in relief as I settled back down to the seats. "Down boy," I chuckled lazily.

"Ya always wake up like that?" Jazz asked teasingly with a purr of affection.

I smiled genuinely. "You would've noticed by now," I said gently.

Jazz noticed my dreamy state of mind and used the cable that had been wrapped around me to caress my face. "Ya okay?"

I hummed in appreciation. "Purrrfect." I looked out at the windshield before sighing contently and snuggling the seat cushion. "I love this weather," I whispered as though I was floating on air.

"Ah know," Jazz said in amusement. "Ya squeal an' jump whenever ya see snow. Yer like a kid at Christmas."

"Christmas means that the snow has to leave soon," I said sadly as I sat up. "I like the holiday and all, but the day after completely sucks. The radio stations all stop playing Christmas music even though people still have their trees up. People throw away their gingerbread cookies and toss their pretty decorations in boxes." I pouted. "I like everything about this season. Everything about it makes me happy."

"It's a good season," Jazz agreed while curling the single cable around me. He purred. "Good for cuddling."

I giggled as the cable brushed against my sides. "I know," I said teasingly when the cable stopped moving. "A certain someone told me you take advantage of the season for extra cuddlin' and kisses."

"Miseltoe is officially the best invention made by human hands," Jazz said in defense before hesitating. "Ah wish we had it back on Cybertron."

My smile dampered. "I know," I whispered as I petted the cable. I stared at the floor for a moment. "You can always take some with you," I said gently. "When the war is over and you guys go back-"

"What makes ya think we'll be goin' back?" Jazz said shocked. "All o' the autobots love humans, Lil. We ain't leavin'. Prowler and Ah certainly ain't leavin' ya behind. Yer our socket an' that ain't changin'."

I could tell that I had struck a nerve. "I know. I'm-"

"Lil," Jazz said warningly.

"What? All I wanted to say was-"

"Lil!"

"I'm-"

"Lil Wescott!"

"Ah ain't done nothin'!" I giggled.

"Ta the pit ya ain't done nothin'!" Jazz said in mock anger. "Don' ya dare finish yer sentence, Wescott!"

"Or what?" I asked teasingly with my arms crossed. "Ya can't do nothin' unless yer in robot mode." I stuck my tongue out at the radio. "So ha."

"Ah'll give ya 'ha'," Jazz said threatenly as the cable unwhined. "Ah'll give ya all the 'ha' ya can handle."

"Great comeback," I said with a nervous grin. "Where'd ya get that from? Prowl?"

"Oh no ya didn't!" Jazz screamed before attacking me with the cable. "Ya did not just insult mah bonded!"

I laughed insanely as Jazz poked me repeatedly in the stomach. "Jazz!" I gasped out.

"Ya apologize! Right now!"

"Ahahahaha! I-ahaha! Sorry!"

"Ah can't hear ya!"

"Sorry!"

Jazz stopped poking me. I continued to giggle as I took in gulps of air. "Easy girl." I jumped when Jazz's cable brushed against a certain sensitive area. "Ya okay?" Jazz said sensually.

I breathed deeply while waiting for my heart to calm down. "Peachy," I said slowly.

The cable approached my face. "Ya okay? Really. Yer spark's goin' nuts."

I took comfort in the cable and my heart slowly chilled out along with the seats. "Probably just from the environment. I love the snow and all, but I never could stay outside in it too long." My eyebrows furrowed as I felt the seats beneath me. I swore. "Jazz, your freezing. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Cybertronians can handle much worse than this, Lil. All it takes is-That's weird."

I immediately froze. "What's weird?" I grew nervous when Jazz didn't answer. "What's weird?" I repeated urgently.

"Chill, girl. Jus' doin' a diagnostic check." I settled against the freezing door. Primus, I thought as I really looked at the windows for the first time. Jazz was covered in snow. I couldn't see a dang thing besides puffy clouds of white snow.

"Your a carshmellow, Jazz. Why didn't you tell me we were buried under snow? I would've gotten out and shoveled."

"We got bigger problems than meh being a carshmellow," Jazz said seriously. "Ah got carsicles on meh all over the dang place. Ah can't move mah joints."

I raised my eyebrows in shock. "You mean you can't transform?"

"Ah mean Ah can't move."

I let my head fall back to the window that was really a sheet of ice by the feel of it. "Scrap."