What's up, everybody? Jahn Davis with the second chapter of A Little Jazz Never Hurt Anybody. This chapter is more of an introduction to some of the elements and characters in the story who will aid Jazz along his inner journey. I hope you like it, and please read and review! :D

Cybertronian Units of Time

A nano-klik is approximately one Earth second

A klik is about 1.2 Earth minutes

A cycle is about 1 hour 15 mins

An orbital cycle is 24 hours (one Earth day).

A mega-cycle is about 93 hours

A deca-cycle is approx 3 weeks

A stellar-cycle is 7.5 months (there or thereabouts)

A Meta-cycle is about 13 months

A vorn is approximately 83 years

Thoughts

"Dialogue"

::Comm dialogue::

Jazz smoothly transformed as he reached Autobot HQ. Even though he needed some recharge, he was still riding an emotional high from the time he had spent with Celestia. His processor was swirling with images and memories that he had already made sure would never be forgotten. Even the very sound of her voice in his helm was making him smile like a braindead Sharkticon. He sauntered into the base, smiling as he walked. He saw many of his friends while he walked, and they all smiled and waved at him, some clapping him on the back in greeting, others fist bumping him, and some simply nodded and lightly smiled in his direction.

Jazz, however, barely saw them. He was far too lost in his own thoughts. She was so beautiful tonight…I wonder where she lives. I shoulda asked her for her comm code. But she was so gorgeous, I forgot ta ask for it! Stupid, mech, stupid! Ah well. I guess I'll just have ta pray ta Primus that I do see her again.

Jazz walked on through the base, and he finally looked around. He smiled as he looked at the building. The walls were filled with glyphs that spoke of things like peace, justice, and equality. As he walked towards the empty rec room, on the far wall was a very large set of glyphs that read "Til All Are One". Taking a seat at a table, Jazz's smile fell and he sighed, thinking about all the times he had said that phrase as he prepared to go into battle to save his homeworld. Memories flooded through his processor, the smell of smoke and fire, the smell of the Energon of those around him who had been struck down, the sounds of Decepticon seekers and grounders blasting away at his friends. But the worst of all were the screams. The pain, the suffering, the labored breathing of his brethren who fought to stay alive as they laid in their own Energon. His frame shuddered of its own accord, a chill running down Jazz's backstrut. He wearily closed his optics, fighting down the Energon tears that peeked at the corners of his visored optics. He gritted his denta together as he remembered the one mech that he was too late to save from Megatron's wrath that had been like a brother to him.

"Jazz. It is good to see you again." Jazz was startled, turning his helm to see who had addressed him. He smiled softly as he realized who it was.

"Optimus. It's good to see ya too, boss bot" said Jazz as he looked at him. Optimus had bulked up considerably during his time on Earth. Smokescreen had told Jazz about how the Forge of Solus Prime had healed and strengthened Optimus after his near death experience due to a surprise attack on the Autobot base on Earth. Jazz smirked slightly. Optimus' frame was incredibly strong and large, but he could still fight just as well as he could with his more slender build. The Prime smiled softly at his TIC, and walked over to him slowly.

"Would it trouble you if I were to take a seat here, old friend?" Optimus asked as he looked at Jazz.

"Not at all, boss bot. Take a load off" Jazz smiled and pulled a chair out for Optimus to sit.

"Thank you Jazz" said Optimus as he sat down. "So why are you still awake, my friend? Almost everyone else has fallen into recharge by now." Optimus looked to his friend, reading his emotions as best as he could. Prime knew that Jazz could often beat himself up when he was left alone, and he would often become moody and closed off.

Jazz wearily smiled. "I was just out lookin' at the stars earlier tonight. Decided to go clubbing for the first time in vorns." Jazz suddenly widely smiled as the events of the night came back to his processor. He sighed dreamily, propping his helm against his servo.

Optimus noticed this, and knowingly smiled. "So I take it that you had a good time. You have met someone."

Jazz looked up, somewhat shocked that Optimus had figured it out so easily. "How'd ya know?" he asked.

Optimus smiled, raising an optic ridge. "It does not take the wisdom of the Primes to see when a mech has met a femme who caught his optic. Just because I am a Prime does not mean that I am socially inept, old friend." Optimus smirked as he saw Jazz's frame tense slightly in embarrassment.

Jazz chuckled. "Was Ah really that easy to read?"

The Prime nodded. "Like a datapad." Optimus laughed heartily, and Jazz sarcastically rolled his optics in mock annoyance.

"Yeah, yeah, keep laughing at meh, boss bot. Ah get that Ah'm not exactly doing a great job at hiding mah enthusiasm." Jazz looked at his friend with a mock look of annoyance on his faceplates, but it soon dissolved into a friendly smile.

Optimus smiled. "I apologize for laughing at your current emotional state, Jazz. I simply could not resist the urge to do so." Jazz dismissively waved his servo.

"It's fine, Prime. A little fun every now and then is good for the spark." Jazz winked at the Prime, and rested his pedes on the table as he leaned back in his chair and sighed as he relaxed.

The two friends heard the sound of footsteps approaching the rec room. They were perfectly in sync, never deviating from their tempo. It was a perfect rhythmic and mechanized sound, one that Jazz could pick out from the thousands of mechs he had met in his life. "Hey Prowler! How's it hanging with ya?"

Prowl turned his helm from the stack of datapads he was carrying and saw Jazz and Optimus sitting together in the rec room. He turned towards them, expressionless as usual. Prowl was the SIC of the Autobots during the war, and was incredibly meticulous in his work and the way he carried himself. His personality was legendary amongst the Autobot ranks for being almost nonexistent. Yet, to Jazz, Prowl was his best friend. He had seen a much more emotional side to the stoic mech, one that was caring and compassionate. However, Prowl tried to suppress it in order to prevent his emotions from impairing his judgement and interfering with his work. Jazz had grown used to Prowl's ice cold demeanor by now. It didn't phase him in the slightest.

"Hello, Jazz. Hello, sir" said Prowl as he walked into the rec room towards their table. He sat the datapads down gently like they were his sparklings, and slowly turned towards the two mechs. "Do you mind if I sit down?" asked Prowl in his almost monotone voice of his.

"Nah" said Jazz. "Take a load off, relax. Rest the optics for a lil' while. I know ya probably been staring at 'em for decacycles anyways." Prowl shot Jazz a rather icy glare, and Jazz snorted a laugh and covered his mouth to hold it in. Prowl shook his head.

"I've only been looking at the datapad for the orbital cycle, Jazz" he said somewhat indignantly. Jazz simply shrugged his shoulders in response. "Same difference, Prowler" he said, using his nickname that he knew Prowl did not like at all. Prowl fixed his gaze on Jazz, pinching his olfactory sensor in mild frustration. "Ya know you love meh, Prowler" Jazz said as he smirked. Prowl sighed and sat down at the table.

"You're being rather mischievous tonight, Jazz. If I might ask, what is the reason for your behavior?" Prowl asked suspiciously. Jazz smiled and looked at his best friend.

"Ah met someone. Someone beautiful, someone gorgeous, someone who makes meh feel more alive than ah have in vorns…" Jazz trailed off as he found himself thinking of Celestia once more. He couldn't explain why he was so entranced by her beauty and personality. He smiled as he remembered holding her close to him, dancing the night away with one another. The way she had looked into his optics as they talked, the way she had rested her servo on his as they sat together and enjoyed each other's company. That last lingering kiss on his cheekplates as she said goodbye to him. All of it came rushing back to his processor. He sighed happily imagining her lip plates intertwined with his own.

"Jazz? Jaaaaazzzzzz….?"

"…..JAZZ!"

Jazz's helm snapped up as he stopped daydreaming. He looked up to see Prowl looking at him blankly, as Optimus leaned up and fought back the urge to smile and laugh at Jazz leaving the planet's surface in his thoughts. "Are you alright, Jazz?" asked Prowl cautiously.

Jazz slowly nodded, embarrassed that he had lost focus so easily. "Y-yeah, Prowler. Ah'm fine."

Prowl leaned on the table, and looked Jazz directly in the optic with that calculating gaze of his. Jazz shifted awkwardly under the pressure of Prowl's stare. Prowl then smirked, and shook his helm. "You've got it bad, mech. Really bad." Prowl chuckled under his breath at the bemused expression of Jazz's face. "Although I am usually a very logical mech who cares to not get involved in emotional matters, I am not blind. I can see the symptoms of love easily, Jazz."

Jazz spluttered, surprised Prowl was even having this conversation with him. "It ain't love, Prowler! I only met her tonight, after all!" Jazz said. Prowl smiled, and lightly patted his friend on the shoulder plates. He said nothing, but his gesture spoke volumes. Prowl understood.

"I simply am stating what I'm seeing. You're falling for her, Jazz. Just don't rush into anything. You must be certain that she is what you want. Besides, the spark bonding is important" Prowl said. Jazz's optics widened at the thought of spark bonding with Celestia. Optimus could take no more, and he laughed as hard as he could. Jazz sighed and looked at Prowl, who was smirking at Jazz's embarrassment.

"Ah hate ya, Prowler."

"Noted, my friend. Noted."

With that, Prowl stood up and gathered the datapads and began to walk out of the room. As he reached the door, he turned and called out, "Let me know how she kisses, Jazz!" Jazz stood up and threateningly moved towards Prowl. Prowl laughed and transformed, zooming away down the hall as Jazz cursed at his receding form.

Optimus stood then, and clapped Jazz on the back. "It was good to see you, Jazz. I think I shall go get some recharge. Elita will appreciate the comfort. Perhaps some bonding would make up for my recently being absorbed in my work."

Jazz slapped a servo over his faceplates, sighing loudly in mock disgust. "Ah'm not listening to ya, Prime. Ah'm done. Good night, boss bot."

Prime smiled. "Good night, Jazz." Optimus walked out of the rec room, chuckling at his own teasing. Jazz vented softly, laughing and rolling his optics as he walked to his own quarters. Jazz began thinking about Celestia once more, smiling at the image of her faceplates. He reached his quarters, entered his keycode, and sat on his berth, smiling as he fell into recharge.

The next morning, Jazz awoke somewhat late. He looked at his chronometer, and sighed. He wearily dragged himself to the rec room to get his energon for the day. As he drank, he decided that he would go out of the base and take a drive. Jazz soon found himself outside, transforming and driving along towards the city. He soon was walking the streets of Iacon, simply thinking and listening to his music as usual. Stopping by a vendor, he purchased some sweet Energon goodies to eat as he walked along.

Someone tapped Jazz on the shoulder, and he paused his music. When he turned, his faceplates lit up. "Celestia! Fancy seeing ya out on the streets, sweetspark! How ya been?" Celestia smiled sweetly at Jazz, shifting nervously on her pedes.

"I'm doing rather well this orbital cycle, Jazz. I thought it was you, but I was rather nervous in case I was wrong." She nervously smiled at him. Jazz smiled back, awkwardly rubbing the back of his helm with a servo.

"Ah was just takin' a walk around the city. Care to join meh?" he asked as he held out a servo to her. Celestia blushed, and lightly took his servo. "Sure", she said as Jazz began to lead her down the street. They marveled at the renovations being worked on, and Jazz waved to Bulkhead as they passed the site for the Iacon Hall of Records. Bulkhead commed him soon after.

::Who's the femme?::

:;None of ya business.::

::Aw, come on! She's your date isn't she?::

Jazz sighed. ::Yes. She is. Ah gotta go, Bulk. Duty calls meh.::

Jazz cut the comm and turned back to Celestia. She smiled at him softly. Primus, she's so beautiful. What have Ah done to deserve her? They continued walking onwards, reaching the edge of the city and looking out over the horizon at the setting sun. Jazz looked over at Celestia, admiring how the light reflected off of her frame, and Jazz felt his spark beating faster at the sight of her. Celestia looked up towards him and smiled. Jazz smiled back, and wrapped his arms around her. She nuzzled into his chest plates, listening to the steady thrumming of his spark. She smiled at him, and she stood on the tips of her pedes, lightly kissing both his cheekplates. "I've had such a wonderful time with you, Jazz. Who knew someone so important could just be so…normal?" She lightly cupped his face with one servo.

Jazz blushed lightly, and he placed his servo on her face. "Ah feel the same way. Ya just make meh feel so special and wanted, Celestia. Ah'm so glad I ran into ya last night."

They smiled at each other. Celestia pulled a small chip out of her helm, and handed it to Jazz. "Here. This is my comm code. If you ever want to talk, call me. I'll always listen, Jazz. Maybe we could spend some time together tonight…? Say, at my place?"

Jazz was taken aback, but smiled quickly. "Ah would love to, sweetspark. Ah'll call ya when I can meet ya." He took her servo, lightly kissing it as she turned to leave. Celestia smiled at him.

"Sounds wonderful. I'll see you then, Jazz." She pulled away slowly and reluctantly transformed and drove away. Jazz waved goodbye as she disappeared into the distance. He sighed, leaning back against a wall.

"Is…is this what love feels like?"

Thank you for reading this chapter! I hope it flows well enough and makes sense. Read and review! Let me know what you think of my story! I hope you enjoy the twists I've put on some well-known characters. Sorry it took me so long to update, I've been really busy with preparing for next semester. I'm going to be an RA at my school, and the responsibilities are already hitting me. I'll try to be faster for next chapter…Until next time, friends! :D