Rating: T
Characters: Jazz and/or Bee
Genre: Horror, Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Jazz ponders on what was and what is now.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Note: Transerred from it's own story into this.
There was one memory he could not forget. One that stood out amongst many. It was one that made him smile, cry in his own way, and just long for it to be that way again, no matter how much pain he had felt at the time. If he had the chance, he would go back and do it all again.
This one memory, this one that killed him, yet helped him even live... this one memory was of a young bot. A bot barely in his second goorn, yet already very mature. This was of a young bot, once named Bumblebee...
Bumblebee was a young bot whom he met once at Cybertron Zela Cycle. The bot was vibrant in coloring, quite outstanding in the crowd. Really, quite the performer when he went out onto the stage. He was an acrobat, and a pole-dancer. Maybe not the best of jobs for a youngling... but that's what he did, and he did it to perfection. The owner of the company even said he was their best; and he's not for sale, so get lost.
For sale? That meant that the youngling had been a slave. A slave forced to do whatever it's owner pleased. Yeah... fun job, that. But every time he saw that youngling, he knew that there was no remorse in him. Bumblebee held no anger towards his owner, nor towards whomever had sold him into the black market in the first place.
Bumblebee remained cheerful throughout every ordeal thrust his way.
Even when... they came. When they took him away.
Bumblebee was stoic and calm. He didn't flinch at even the worst of moves. When they beat him into the ground, and when they ground him into the wall. When they pierced him over and over again. He never made a noise.
And when they were finished with him, he remained still. They took him away. They took away the cheerful young, innocent bot he was. They killed him. Brutally murdered him. But he remained silent. He didn't give in. He let himself die, without a noise.
All that remained of him, afterwards, was an empty shell. A tiny bit of evidence if what once was. But would be, nevermore.
Bumblebee was found, deca-cycles later, a heap on the ground. Not a noise from his silent frame, just a stone-cold pile of slag. He was rushed to the med-bay, but they couldn't save him. Nothing could save him now. Forevermore, he would remain a lifeless shell, dead to the world.
And that was it. There were treatments they had tried on him, therapies, anything, to save this dead being, this spark-less bot. But nothing worked. He could not be fixed.
Then one day, when an old friend had gone to visit him, they found him gone. That little wreck of what he was, simply not there. Searches were sent out, his body (if it could be called that, more like his shell) was not found. The only bot that looked the slightest bit like him, was Wasp. But he had been in the Elite Guard for deca-vorns now.
The young bot sighed. Yeah, Bumblebee was gone, but Jazz had come to take his place. Cool and silent, cheerful at times, but the truth of his past, always hidden behind his visor.
He'd keep up his happy facade, but just beneath the surface, the pain of his former life, and the loss of a real bot, remained.
Do you like? It's my first thing about Jazz. And of course, Bumblebee is in there too. But at the same time, he isn't... It's really quite confusing. I have my own idea of what it means, what happened, etc. But what about you? What did you get from this?
Phew! *wipes sweat from brow* I got all that wrapped up. Tomorrow is my Winter Formal~!
And then my birthday on Saturday~! 16 at last! Hello driver's permit, pierced ears, and presents! Ciao!