Yep still stuck at the hospital bored out of my mind... So here's another chapter!

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Word Count: 1745

Chapter 3

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~Eight~

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Octavius stood in the doorway staring at the minibot that had been is twin's toy car, with wide eyes and a pale face. The glass of juice that was in his hand slipped through his slackened grip to land in a spectacular crash on the floor. The noise jarring bot the bot and himself out of their own thoughts.

Eight yelped as the cold liquid and glass struck his bare feet, he reached forward and yanked the door shut as he sidestepped the remains of the glass and made his way to the bathroom.

This can't be happening... The is no way one of those monsters is the freaking Solstice... It's impossible!

No... it's not impossible just improbable... how on earth did this happen?

No. Just no. I must be hallucinating from the lack of sleep or something, since I am arguing with myself... Octavius shut the bathroom door... But if it's really one of those things... I better go in prepared...

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Jazz~

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"Frag." Jazz uttered as soon as the door slammed shut and the boy's thundering steps quickly retreated from the room. The look of pure shock and terror on the boys face hurt. But Jazz couldn't blame the kid. Not after being a victim of the Mission City battle. But how was Jazz going to convince the boy that he was a good guy?

Jazz shook his helm in defeat and clambered off the desk. He made his way over to the door and tried jump up to turn the knob but couldn't get a good grip on it. He gave up after landing on his aft for the third time.

Now Ah know tha' Primus is laughing at meh... Makin' meh a foo' tall is torture... Jazz thought bitterly as he began to pace. A bit of movement caught his optic and turning he found himself staring at his reflection. He paused as he gazed at himself... he didn't know how, but somehow Octavius had managed to paint his current form in the exact same paint scheme he had once worn on Cybertron...

The door creaked open slowly. Jazz froze and peeked through the corner of his visor at the human who had come back. The boy was wearing some odd padding and a weird helmet with a face cage, carrying a large net in one hand, a trash can lid for a shield in the other.

Jazz weighed his options. He could just evade the boy and try to reason with him... or just let the kid net him and then try to reason with him...

To be honest Jazz was intent on letting the boy just capture him... but his coding wouldn't let him get caught.. He leapt out of the way as the net slammed down in the place he had vacated. The boy yelped again and followed after Jazz with the net knocking stuff of the shelves.

"Argh! No! Hold still!" The boy yelled as he followed Jazz around and around the room.

Thud. The bookcase landed with a thud, it's contents scattering all over the floor.

"What are you the toy robot from hell?!"

A lava lamp met an unfortunate end..."No..! That was a collectable! Argh stop running already!"

About the third time around the boy cut across the middle of the room before slipping on something, limbs flailing as he fell backwards, the net caught on the ceiling fan as he fell with a mighty crash into a heap on the floor.

Jazz heard footsteps out in hallway just in time to make it back to the desk to transform down into his altmode as the door swung open.

The femme, Bay stood there wide eyed, mouth agape at the destruction of the room. "Eight... Please tell me this isn't a temper tantrum." She said in a civil tone after several minutes.

"What?! NO! Why would you-? It was a bat!" the boy quickly sputtered the lie out.

"A bat." Bay deadpanned as she raised one brow.

"Well yeah, why else would I be decked out like this? I don't wanta catch rabies!"

The red haired woman crossed her arms as she studied the room. "Okay then... Where is it?"

"It flew back into the air duct." He pointed to the wide spaced grill at the top of the room. "I tried to catch it but I slipped..."

"Right... Well are you okay?" she asked pulling the net off of the fan.

The boy nodded as he quickly got to his feet. "Yep never better."

"Good..." she said calmly nodding her head. "Then you can go ahead and start cleaning this mess up."

"Yes ma'am."

She paused in the middle of closing the door. "Don't do that."

The boy blinked at her. "Do what?"

"Call me ma'am. I know your dad raised you proper and all that but I am not a ma'am... I'm not that old. Got it?"

"Yes Aunt Bay..." The boy ducked his head as he grinned at her childishness. The door closed with an audible click. The boy let out a sigh of relief, his shoulder sagging as he rubbed his back. "Man that hurt..."

"So... Why did ya lie ta her?" Jazz asked quietly.

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~Eight~

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He turned to blink at the race car sitting innocently on his desk. "Why freak my aunt out even more than I have to right now?" The boy said nervously eyeing the toy. "It's bad enough that you're one of them... How is that even possible? The last time me and Si checked you were a toy." He hissed. The last thing he need was Bay to come back in.

"Beats meh. One minute Ah'm dyin' da next Ah'm onlinin' as your toy... Da name's Jazz By da way." The car said as he transformed back into the robot mode with a flourish. "An' Ah ain't gonna hurt ya."

Eight felt feint as he tried to grasp his mind back around the reality that was smacking him in the face. "Jazz..." He said quietly. "Your name is Jazz..." The kid said as he took a weary seat at the desk staring at the foot and a half tall robot. "Wait you said you died..."

"Ah did."

"How?"

"Ya kno' how."

Eight blinked at the bot frowning as he studied the bot. "I..." A blue liquid rained down as Simon shoved him aside just as a the halves of a silver bot crashed down beside him and Simon, Simon began screaming...

Eight cringed, shaking his head as he backed away from the horrible memory... "You... you were the silver bot weren't you?"

"Yep."

"And you said you died."

"Yes." Jazz reiterated.

"... Why... It doesn't make sense." the boy said shaking his head. "Why would you be reincarnated into an RC car? Wait don't answer that. Just... Start at the beginning. Like... What are you? You're obviously not a robot per se because you certainly have a personality..."

"Ah'm an Autonomous Robotic Organism. An Autobot fo' short."

Eight furrowed his brows as he tried to think straight. "... Organism... Like an alien?"

"Yep. Ah'm from the Planet Cybertron."

"O-kay... So uh why are you here on earth?"

"Do ya wan' da long story or da short one?"

The boy glanced back to the mess of his room. I guess you could start with the short one for now... I've got to clean our mess... I don't wanna piss off my Aunt Bay.."

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~Downstairs in the kitchen with Bay~

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"Enchiladas... The kid had to pick enchiladas... Damn it why couldn't he have picked something easier? God knows I eat Taco Bell if I want Tex-Mex..." She grumbled from the depths of a cookbook. "Okay add the chili powder to the flour blend... Crap! Crap no!" she growled as she spilled the flour on the stove. she went to go brush it aside when a bright flash blinded her as the flour caught fire with a brief pop.

"Crap!" She cursed and killed the pilot light grabbing the lid to beat out the small fire...

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~Jazz~

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"So then they won right?" the boy had listened to Jazz's abbreviated story closely.

"Ah believe so... Otherwise none o' us would be alive now woul' we?" Jazz said as he sat down on a stack of books.

"I guess not..." The boy said his eyes distant.

"Are ya okay lil guy?"

The boy blinked down at the bot his lips tugging slightly at the corners. "I hate to point it out but you are about three feet shorter than me."

Jazz stuck his glossa out at the boy. "Mah real body is over four times your height buddy."

The boy laughed at his gesture. "Oh really?"

"Yep." Jazz crossed his arms looking smug.

"So um... this is going to be weird to ask but is there any way to get you back to your real body?"

Jazz's smugness waned. "Ah... Ah really don' kno'... Ah'm kinda hoping that mah friends will pick up mah spark signature..."

"Spark signature?"

"Ev'ry Cybertronian has a spark... It's... our very essence."

The boy caught on when he replied, "Like a soul?"

"Yea' ya could say that." Jazz smiled. "Our sparks are detectable under da righ' scannin' frequency. It's how we tell da 'Cons from da 'Bots. If Ah'm lucky da 'bots will pick up my energy signature and if da Hatchet made it -which he always does- He migh' be able to help meh."

"Is there anyway I can help?"

"Maybeh... Hey Eight... do you smell somethin' burnin'?"

The boy blinked. "Something burning?" He frowned before pushing the chair back and walking over to the door and opening the door. The smell of burning food wafted in through the now open door.

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~Bay~

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It is official. This was a disaster in the making... Bay thought miserably from her position on the floor, fire extinguisher in one hand, she was coated in a mixture of flour and foam... And this was how her nephew found her when he skidded into the kitchen to blink at her.

"Aunt Bay?"

"Yes Eight?"

The eleven year old grinned. "Please tell me this isn't a temper tantrum."

Bay groaned as her own words were used against her.