A/N- Onto Chapter Seven

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Chapter Seven – Run Away

Emma had spent the last few days trapped in the med-bay, with Jazz, and both had had enough. What the pair was doing was the most dangerous thing to do with Ratchet around, and she giggled like a mischievous child. Of course, despite the chance of bodily harm by the Harpie, the pair were acting like two bad children who were misbehaving to just annoy someone.

Well, at least they were hoping not to get caught, Emma merely balancing in Jazz's hand while he slipped down the hallway. They were being cautious, so cautious that they brought Trixie with them so she couldn't tell anyone. They didn't need a snitch.

Why they were sneaking out could be asked, and the answer would simply be that Emma hadn't had any "outbreaks" for the past day, so they were sneaking out. They wanted to get a taste of the real world. It was easy to say that they were both being very bad children, especially for a second-in-command.

As they came to the back exit of the base, Jazz looked around in a suspicious manner. They had to be very careful now, for if they weren't, they would be in huge trouble. Once outside the door, Jazz transformed in almost near silence and opened up his passenger door for his passenger. Looking around one more time in disbelief, the 'mother and child' got in.

With a click that Emma didn't hear, the door shut. Quickly, he buckled her in, and they were off, speeding away while Jazz let out a half-crazed laugh. He was more enjoying the thrill of getting out of the base and running away with Emma just made it more interesting. The more the merrier after all.

As they drove along, through the streets, he made sure his windows were tinted as dark as they could go yet still obeying the traffic law. Strangely though, he felt Emma's distress, and he was about to ask why when he saw Sam with his girlfriend. Jazz had no clue what her name was, but Emma knew. The youth hadn't really seen her brother much at all, though their parents knew the girl was with the Autobots, so they were not worried…But, despite being so close to Bumblebee, Sam was just never around.

Jazz suddenly revved his engine angrily and jumped forward a little, swerving slightly, and almost bumping Sam.

"Hey! Watch it buddy!" he shouted, dodging out of the way slightly. Jazz just revved his

engine again in response.

Sam hurried along, down the walkway, staring at the car in suspicion. Jazz couldn't help but tense, and sigh, the screen flicking up to look at her. He felt her jump and he slowly typed out, 'I'm sorry.'

She just shrugged a little, and he sensed that she was forcing herself to calm down, that, of course, didn't do much. As the light turned green, he began to drive forth, being a careful driver now, not seeing how Sam stared strangely at him as he drove pass, thinking the driver was a moron probably.

Jazz was just being careful, but he was sure that Emma was still nervous. He wasn't sure why, though he began to travel carefully along, being sure to keep checking on her, even as they exited the city, leaving it tower casted shadows behind.

Turning off the normal road, he began to drive across the dirt, a cloud of dust following soon after his fleeing form. His shiny paint job was getting a nice dirt coating to it, but he ignored that. His companion seemed to relax once they were off the normal roads, so he kept going, the dirt kissing his metallic flesh.

As he drove along, he became aware when Emma suddenly lurched in the seat. He stopped quickly and suddenly felt the sparks running through the seat, down into his very spark. He felt her pain, knew that she was in pain, and he suddenly turned quickly, kicking up more dust.

Doing something he probably shouldn't have on the dirt roads, he began to tear off, kicking up rocks and dirt, and shooting himself toward the place they had just come from. He was heading for the base and winced as another wave of sparks ran through his body from her.

He sped up, heading onto the streets, his tires squealing slightly. Jazz let out a soft groan as he heard someone join them. "Don't be Prowl, don't be Prowl, don't be Prowl," he begged quietly.

"Well, well, what's an Auto-bum doing out here?" a voice asked and he began to beg for Prowl as he sped up across the streets.

His vehicle form began to shudder slightly, and Jazz began berating himself. "I'll never disobey Ratchet again!" he exclaimed, trying to speed up.

His engine whined slightly as Emma's "spark attack" continued and Jazz tried to increase his speed, but to no avail. The other police car, Barricade, was quickly closing in on them, and Jazz was pretty sure this wasn't going to end well. Maybe he should have asked for Prowl after all.

End Chapter

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