STILL. STUCK. AT. THE. HOSPITAL!
The one and only real thing driving me bonkers is the severe lack of untainted cola... I want a soda so bad but the hospital only sells diet.. and I refuse to touch aspartame if I have my choice... And don't even get me started on water... A$1.50 isn't too bad... but considering how much I've drank... I could have bought three cases by now...
Sighs...
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Word Count: 1430
Chapter 5
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~Jazz~
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The ride across the town was bumpy for Jazz. The bag bounced and tossed him more often than not into the back of the bag and into the boy's back. It made him dizzy, disorientated and every once and awhile he lost his grip on the water bottle which he had been hanging onto after being bashed in the faceplates more than once...
When the boy finally came to a stop and the boy's thickly gloved hands opened the bag he blinked up at the green orb peering down at him. "We're here..." the boy said quietly as he sat down on the curb, leaving the bag open and pulling out the bottle of water and taking a long draft of it.
Jazz blinked at the homestead...
The house was well.. to be honest it was a wreck. There was dirt everywhere, the plants having been torn out of the dirt. there were still bits of yellow police tape lingering here and there, and at some point one of the front windows had been broken... And that was only the front yard... He knew that he and the other Autobots had really messed up the backyard.
The little chihuahua mojo was currently lubricating on a fallen flower pot that Sam's sire was currently trying to refill.
Eight pulled a tool from his pocket and began fiddling with his bike.
"Argh damn it Mojo! Get!"
The boy snickered as the dog nailed his owner with his lubrication.
"Ron don't you dare hurt my dog! He's been traumatized enough!" Sam's creator whacked her mate on the head. "It's bad enough those government bastards still haven't sent my Sam home yet so don't you dare hurt my other kid!"
"Judy they said that it was just a summer internship. Be glad they didn't haul him off to Guantanamo Bay or something." Ron sighed as he wiped his hand off on a rag. "I think he'd be better off serving his punishment fixing my garden."
"It doesn't sound like Sam is here..." Eight whispered as he pocketed his tool. "And I doubt his parents would just up and tell us how to find him..."
"Ah believe you're right... Maybeh Ah could find a way in..."
Eight left eye twitched as he eyed the two adults fussing over their garden with the little yapping rat prancing underfoot.. "I've got an idea." the boy grinned.
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~Sometime later back at the house~
~Eight~
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"Oh come on Caleb where the heck did you hide that stupid thing?" Eight grumbled as he tore items from his older brother's closet. The boy had made it home in moderately surprising time. His Aunt Bay had managed to pass out at the table, ink pen in hand. Eight removed the pen before he ponded up the stairs and into the room across the hall from his own. He had let Jazz out of the bag before diving into the bottomless pit of a closet.
"Wha' are ya lookin' for Eight?"
"My older brother Caleb was in the scouts... I'm looking for his vest..."
"Scouts?" the bot frowned.
"The Boy Scouts. Its one of those programs that young kids and teens can go through to help develop survival skills and whatnot... Dad tried to get me and Si into it but I was more into comics and other things so we more or less flunked out... Aha! Found you!" the boy cheered as he pulled the emblem covered material from the mess that filled the closet. "Now where is that stupid hand guide?" the boy gazed around the room.
"Ah see..."
"He kept that thing like it was his bible..."
"So... why do you need tha' thing?"
The boy tossed aside the pillow. "Of course..." the boy muttered as he flipped opened the book. He sat down into the floor and opened the book. "Jazz this is my way in. See these badges? The scouts have one for everything and in order to obtain these badges the kid had to pass a test or commit a community service to earn each one... There it is..." The boy tapped the page. "Landscape architecture..."
"So..."
Eight smiled his green eyes meeting the bot's blue visor. "I'm going to pose as a boy scout in need of this particular badge while you sneak into their house. Since they have a dog they most likely have a doggie door, which you can use to slip in and search around to see if you can find anything."
"Sounds like a good plan. Excep' tha' your brotha's vest already has tha' badge." Jazz pointed to the circular badge displaying a pair of pillars.
"Easily fixed. I'll cut it off." the boy said as he opened the door to the room and made his way across the room to his parent's room. He made his way around the massive king sized bed to the back of the room to the little sewing nook his mother had created for herself at one point. Jazz followed and scrambled up onto the bed to get a clear view of what the boy was up to.
"So... whose room is this?"
"My parents..." the boy said quietly as he went through the basket. "My mom used to sew and knit for us all the time. Said it was cheaper than having to figure out something to get us for Christmas each year."
"Christmas?"
Eight smiled at Jazz. "It's a holiday that most humans celebrate each year in the middle of the winter. It's a holiday centered around the spirit of giving."
"Octavius?"
"Crap..." the Eight hissed as he flung the vest under the bed and sat down quickly next to Jazz who had reverted back to his altmode. The door opened as a weary bedraggled Bay opened the door.
"Octavius what are you doing in here?" she blinked at him.
"I was just sitting here thinking..."
His aunt smiled at him. "You miss them don't ya?"
The boy nodded quietly as Bay hugged him tightly. "It will get better. I know that the pain won't fade away completely, but it will get better."
"I know..." he muttered quietly.
Bay hmmed as she released him. "So um... after yesterdays disaster... I was thinking pizza. What do you like on your pie kid?"
Eight blinked at her. "Um... jalapenos and black olives... and anchovies."
It was Bay's turn to blink at him... he left eye was twitching at his odd request. "O-kay... well I'll just go order that shall I?" she said standing up, she was kind of pale...
Eight snickered. "Aunt Bay... I was only kidding."
The woman sighed with relief. "Oh thank god I was afraid I would have to see you eat that... bleaugh..." Bay shuddered.
"Peperoni is fine with me."
"Pepperoni it is." she said as she headed for the door. "Oh and by the way Eight, don't leave your toys out on the landing... God knows I don't either of us tripping down the stairs..." she said pointing at Jazz.
"Yes Aunt Bay." He nodded quickly. She shot a brief glare at the car before pointing at him once more and heading out the room.
Eight fell back into the bed with a sigh. "What were you doing on the landing Jazz?"
"Explorin'." the bot said as he shifted back to his bipedal mode. "So ya gonna finish the vest or wha'?"
"Yeah yeah..."
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He sighed as he sank on his axles silently watching the Witwicky house. After receiving his orders from Starscream he sat here in the one place that the Autotwits had yet to look... The hometown of the Witwicky's... He was to capture the boy so that Starscream could have the personal honor of both thanking ad killing the fleshling that had put the slagger into the position of the Supreme Commander of the Decepticons...
But as his luck would have it the boy was not here. So here sat the Decepticon scout sat rusting in the Primus forsaken rain... The only interesting thing that had happened today was when he had picked up a minute trace of spark energy near the fleshlings residence... He had brushed it as a glitch in his scans and cursed the loss of Frenzy... At least the cassette was useful as a minor medic... even if his processor was completely glitched.
Grumbling to himself Barricade settled down for his recharge.