Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers (2007).

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I considered knocking. I should've knocked. I knew I shared the room with them, but it felt wrong not to knock. Then again...knocking was awkward, wasn't it?

Maybe I should just climb in through the vents and greet him ninja style-

"If ya don' come in 'ere in ten seconds I'm gonna bust yo head in."

...Guess that answers that question.

I sighed as I walked in. Jazz raised an optic ridge at me. "Lil, get up 'ere. Ya lost yer starin' rights a week ago." I winced, got on the berth and...sat next to Jazz, not on him, which he apparently had a problem with... "Lil, do ya really think ya can break me?"

"Not physically," I mumbled.

He laid out a servo. "C'mon. Up." I jumped on. He put me on his lap. I couldn't help but wince as I looked at his hips. I still can't believe- "I told ya no starin'. Why ya 'ere?"

I hesitated before reaching into my back pocket. I lifted the mini statue of Jazz like I was presenting it to a god. Hell, with what I put him through, he deserved it...Jazz gently took the statue from me without saying anything.

"I...I'm sorry...that it took so long for me to make a gift. I...miss you...and..." I swallowed. "I feel like I never give you enough love for all the love you give me and I know I can complain too much and that I make a better lier than a lover for what I feel and-"

"Lil." Jazz pulled me to his side. "Breathe." My forehead fell against Jazz's side. Jazz rubbed circles on my back. "Lil, ya got it backwards. Ya give Prowl an' Ah so much with who ya are. An' knowin' ya...Ya can never be a burden, love, no matter what ya do. Not even a thousand of yer wrenches could make us leave."

"What if I switched sides an' cuddled with Ravage?" I mumbled.

Jazz poked me. "One - Kitty is getting a makeover Ops style. Two - Prowl would be beat ya replaced him with another purrin' machine. An' three...we'd miss ya." I smiled. "Now...where'd ya buy this?"

I smacked his torso, pouting. "Jerk. It took me a week to make that!"

"I know, Lil. Jus' teasin'...Did ya make this by yerself?"

"First Aid helped." Don't know how, considering the size difference...But if Prowl can pick his up, I suppose it's only natural for First Aid to pick up one as well. "Well, and Ratchet...Do you have any idea what it's like to have Ratchet stand over you with a blow torch...or have him be involved with any project, for that matter? Mech's worse than Wheeljack..."

He smiled. "Thank ya."

"Don't thank me. This is long overdue, considering..."

Jazz set the statue down on his concrete nightstand. "Lil?"

"Yes?"

"Ya need miseltoe."

I snorted. "I need what?" Jazz poked me until I got on his servo. I giggled when we were level. "Not to deny your medical care request or anything, Jazz, but I am not walking around with a plant on my head."

"Can I still kiss ya?"

"Yes." He stared at me. "What?"

"Ya don' have a wrench on ya, do ya?"

"No..."

"Jus' checkin'."

Jazz sealed my laughter with his lips. They were metallic, soft, sweet and slow...Just the way I liked them. Patient, platonic, and peaceful. Whoever thought a blizzard and blisters could bring so much bliss?

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