Samantha POV: Hands rubbed over my back lightly as the credits began rolling on the movie I'd only been paying scant attention to. Truthfully even though I'd been the one turn on the tv I couldn't tell you one thing that happened to save my life. Between the soft hum buzzing away inside Jazz's chest and him well, being him, the tv left much to be desired. Part of me still thought I might be dreaming this all even though I'd tried countless ways of waking myself. The warm metal under my hands shifted slightly and I glanced up at him. "Gonna hav'ta run to the gas station. Fuel's gettin low." My head tipped slightly. "All this time I thought my car had a gas leak." Jazz chuckled softly, rubbing a little more firmly. "Naw lil lady, it just takes a lot to run my systems since its very poor quality." I frowned up at him but he just offered a smile." Something dawned on me just then. "So wait... If you fuel through that gas port, why do you have a mouth? Can you eat too?" "Course ah can. Surely wouldn't want to drink gas though. Bad enough through meh port. Ah'd rather deal with the nausea." One arm cradled my back as he stood up, taking me with him. "It makes you sick?..." "Ah've gotten used to it." A tinge of guilt pinched my belly as I thought of how much he'd taken care of me while he was feeling poorly. No wonder he never ate with me unless I pushed it, it would only go to waste but he couldn't tell me that before. "Hey Jazz. Do you think you can wait a while to fuel? I want to try something." His helm tilted slightly before he nodded. "Ah got a few hours." "Good. Think ya can take me to the store?" He nodded, picking me up and slipping into the garage once more.
I really hoped this worked. The cardboard box was given several taps against the side of the pan full of gas to knock lose any sugar that may be stuck in the creases. Next the oil was added and I turned the heat on low to warm the mixture so everything would combine. Several minutes passed before it finally merged together and I was able to add a few drops of flavoring. The heat was turned off and I dipped out some in a smaller pan to take to Jazz who was chilling on the couch. I was still trying to wrap my mind around how he could change his size. He'd tried to explain it, but I just couldn't grasp it yet. "Here, it's hot but I wasn't sure if it would bother you or not since you're so much different." He grinned wide, sitting up on the couch to take the offered pan and sip at it. The glass covering his optics brightened considerably before slowly dimming to several shades darker than they had been before he tried it. "Its much better than ah've had in quite some time lil lady. Ah really appreciate it." The rest of the pan was downed and I took it to refill it once more... He drank nearly the entire pan before finally settling back into the couch with me cuddled against his chest. "Ah should have told ya sooner. Didn't want to lose the only friend ah had though. Being alone kills meh more than anything." I hummed softly, watching him. This was amazing. To think something like this existed, and I was the only one that knew about him. He wasn't the only one though... That other mech. The one he scared. "Why was the other guy so scared of you? You're too sweet to hurt anyone." His lips pulled down as he swirled the remaining liquid in the pan. "Lil lady, it's been a long time since anyone called meh sweet. Ya have a good out look on things, and ah hope ah never hav'ta to change how ya see meh." The pan stopped moving but the fuel continued to swirl around until he tipped it up and downed the last of it before reguarding me. "You hurt people?"
Jazz POV: The wide eyed innocent question brought along a flood of memories with it. "More than ya could begin to understand. Meh kind is at war with each other. Ahm special opts. that has a heavy back ground in torture and sabotage. When the mechs in charge wants someone offline, or they need information, ahm the one they go to." She swallowed thickly, inching back slightly and I sighed, resting my hand on hers. "Ah wouldn't ever hurt ya like that. Promise." Something flickered across her face as I pulled her back into me. "Ya feel bad for them?" Her eyes flicked down before she cuddled up against me. "I feel bad that they made you do that... I'm sorry Jazz." That threw me for a second and I chuckled softly, rubbing her hair. "Don't worry about it lil lady." She didn't need to know her sorrow was misplaced. I enjoyed my job, watching the mechs I was charged with wither under my hands as their spark flickered out. It'd been a while since I'd been called on, and truthfully I was growing restless. It was probably for the best though, something like that would certainly shattered those hero colored glasses Samantha looked at me through. That was something I didn't want to risk, she didn't need to be drug into this war with me. She deserved better than that, and I'd make sure she got it.
The tv droned on softly in the other wise quite room as I waited on Samantha to wake once more. A car rumbled to a stop outside and I activated my holoform, covering me so who ever it was would only see a human. The door opened a crack. "Its David. Put the pan down." A soft snort was pushed from my vents as he finally stepped through and closed the door behind him. "I was hoping she'd be awake. Reid and Garcia have been begging me mercilessly to get her out of the house. It's been a few weeks now." The hint of acquisition was far from missed. "Just because she didn't go out with ya, doesn't mean she's been stuck in here the whole time. Ahm not stopping her from going anywhere. She just choose not to. When she's wakes up ah'll be sure to let her know ya want her." His eyes narrowed slightly and he shifted forward, testing my reaction. "I'll just stay until she gets up then. Do you have a problem with that?" The corners of my lips picked up, pulling them into a smirk that unsettled my unexpected company. "Ya tell meh agent David Rossi. That's what ya came here to do right? Poke around, test to see how ah react. Yer looking for a reason to pull meh away from Samantha. Yer smart, ya know she likes meh, and that scares ya because ya see something she doesn't. But ah see things see ya don't. Yer playing this game but yer so far out of yer league ya don't have a hope of winning. Ya've seen this happen before, ya think ya know how this ends. Just meh being here scares ya, not for yerself, even though ah do intimidate ya more than ya admit, even to yerself. No, yer scared for Samantha. More than something casual too, more like yer trying to protect one of the few people ya have. Because ya already lost others and losing her as well would be too much. Right David?" His fist clenched slightly and I smirked, leaning back into the chair. Maybe that was uncalled for but I'd been a while since I'd gotten to get into someone's mind. Pick them apart until they told me what I wanted even without speaking a word. "Ahm not gonna fight ya on it though, because ah know that would only hurt her, and it's good to know yer looking after her too." He seemed confused by the sudden change in mood as he sat down in the chair across from us. "So what is it you think you're going to gain by goading me?" I flicked a glance up to him, taking in his posture. "Gain? Knowledge, the reason behind yer drive to protect her. A bit of fun watching ya squirm. Yer an interesting man David. Even though ya know ya couldn't take meh in a fight yer ready to try, to protect her. Most would be more concerned about themselves. Ah admire that about ya, willing to risk yer well being for those important to ya. She's lucky to have ya." The chair squeaked lightly as he leaned back into it, watching me closely. "You enjoy pushing people around don't you?" My smirk reformed, eager to play this game with him. "Sometimes more than others. Kinda became meh thing, and ah do so well at it. Getting inside peoples heads, reading them. Just like ah did to ya. Ah deeply enjoy that aspect of meh job. Even if it's just picking at rivals." David leaned backward in his seat, hands resting on either side of him. "Fake disinterest. Trying to force yerself to calm down so ah can't read ya. Ah've been at this a lot longer than ya. Ya may be a profiler but ahm head of interrogation where ahm from. It's meh job to get people to tell meh things without talking." A tinge of disconcern and worry flashed in his eyes and I shook my head, shifting Samantha a little against me. "Completely unfounded. Ah already told ya she's safe with meh. Ah wouldn't let anyone mess with meh lil lady." "And if she decides to leave you?" His body shifted forward. "There goes that fighting spirit again. If she ever decides to leave that's her choice. Ah wouldn't like it very well, but life's full of things we don't like. She wouldn't be the first one to bail because of meh unwillingness to let her out of meh sight for long. Ah don't see her leaving because of that though. Lil lady likes being owned as much as ah like owning her." His eyes hardened and his fist tightened. "You think you own her?" I chuckled lightly, watching him glare toward me. "In every way. Yer the only one that has an issue with it. Maybe if ya'd paid more attention ya'd know Samantha is a submissive and enjoys having her lovers accert themselves with her." He made to say something but Samantha waking up ended it before he could voice any other complaints. A wide yawn parted her lips as her eyes fluttered open to smile at me. "Morning." "Morning. David is here. He wants to take ya out." Her smile fell just slightly, turning to look at him. "I don't much feel like going out." A flicker of nervousness crossed her face. "Hey... What's that about?" She winced a little, pulling her blanket more fully around herself. Something really had her scared. "OK lil lady. What's got ya so spooked?" That got David's attention and he stood up. "Samantha, is this about Matt?" I glanced over. "Something ya wanna tell meh?" Sam swallowed thickly and David answered for her. "Matt was a guy that was stalking her several years ago. He tried to kill her but was caught and sent to jail. He just got out few days ago." She tucked closer to me, hiding her face. "Hey now. Ya know ah won't let no one mess with ya. Yer meh lil lady. Come on now, no one can hurt ya with meh there. Ya know that." I carefully pulled her chin up, giving her pointed look that did little to dissolve the fear brewing behind her eyes. It hurt to see her so upset and as much as it bothered her I knew it would only get worse if I let her stay here. "Yer gonna just let him win?" That snapped her head up and she glared at me. "The fucker tried to kill me!" "Lil lady, people try to kill meh all the time. He can't hurt ya though, and hiding in here all the time instead of going out and doing what ya like is just giving him what he wants. He wants ya to be scared. Ya really gonna let him have his way after all this time?" For a moment her eyes flickered around mine, still carrying an undercurrent of fear but there was a growing amount of determination. "Ya know there's a good reason that guy at the lake choose to cut his losses and run off. Ya really think this guy that was after ya has a chance?" Her eyes widened slightly before she finally smirked. "I guess you're right. Thanks Jazz." The blanket was pushed from her shoulders before she kissed me. "Gonna let David drive. Go get dressed. Maybe we'll head to the club later." The smile I was used to finally spread over her face and she bounced across the living room and up the stairs. "I didn't think you'd want her out with around other guys." David's eyes burnt into me until I turned to look at him. "Just because ah like having her close, doesn't mean ah want her locked away. Isn't good for anyone to be isolated like that and ah know she hasn't been happy the last few days, just wasn't sure what was causing it. Guess ah know who's been sitting outside the house now." He tensed up, shifting a glare toward the window. "So he did come back. I'd hoped he'd lost interest." A sigh whoshed out as I shook my head, glancing up the steps. "She hasn't noticed him yet, thankfully. He doesn't want her anymore. He hates her and he'll follow us but she needs to see that he isn't a threat anymore. Watching him get his head beat in should do away with any fear she still has of him." David's eyes narrowed a little. "You plan on attacking him to make a point? Show her how strong you are?" I smirked. "Something like that. He'll make the first move though without a doubt. Once she sees him go down she won't be worried. Ah don't want her to be afraid to leave the house." He gave me a reguarding look before standing up and holding out a hand. "I hope you continue to take care of her." "Ah intend to. Ahm nothing if not attentive. Right lil lady?" She chuckled lightly, looping her arms around my neck when she got close enough. "I couldn't ask for anyone to take better care of me. So what were you guys taking about?" I pulled her around, picking her up before kissing her. "Just what we're gonna do later. Come on."