A/N: Hey guys! I know, I know! It's been a month since my last update. I'm sorry! Ever since the hurricane the teachers have been piling on the homework! I also just recently got over my writer's block. I don't know if Sam Ash is actually in Tranquility, Nevada but it seemed like a good fluff idea and the perfect bonding opportunity for Jazz and Anna. I know it seems kind of romantic at the end, but they will not be paired. Jazz is already happily bonded with Prowl. I know I've been saying this a lot…but I NEED MORE IDEAS FOR FLUFF! Come on guys! Half the reason my updates are so slow is because I have to think up of new fluff ideas! Sadly I do not own Transformers, if I did then Jazz and Ironhide would have remained online. Please R&R!

Thoughts

Anna's POV

It has been a couple weeks since Optimus sent out his message. In that time, the treaty between the Cybertronians and humans was completed. I admit that I cannot repeat most of the complex words inside the treaty, but the baseline was simple. The autobots were granted a haven, resources, and military aid while on our planet. In return, the Cybertronians would share their advancements in technology, excluding weaponry. It was the same conditions that I've read in countless other fanfictions, however only time will tell how much information will be given.

The humans have already requested that several data pads be translated and given to the humans during the signing of the treaty. The data pads mostly contained information about their species and a little about their anatomy. Since the treaty was made some changes have occurred around base. Ironhide took it upon himself to train the soldiers on base. Ratchet, per Optimus' 'suggestion', puts up with the seemingly endless questions from the medical staff on base.

Since Bee is Sam's guardian, he'll be staying with Sam. After things have settled down somewhat, and everything is explained to Sam's parents, Sam and Mikaela will return home. Optimus has been extremely busy dealing with the human government and getting his soldiers settled in. In fact, Optimus is the last one to power down at the end of the day…apart from me that is.

I would fall asleep inside my stasis pod (I should really call it something else since a stasis pod forces the bot inside to go into stasis) only to wake up about 5 hours later due to nightmares. The bright side to only getting about 5 hours of sleep is I'm the only one up at the time. So, I can continue to work on my sketches of everyone. I've already finished Optimus' alt mode and added a back ground to it.

It's weird, I've never had any lessons in drawings yet my sketches look like a professional did them. Oh well, weirder things have happened to me. Even though Jazz is my guardian we don't see each other much. I don't mind. Jazz is the first lieutenant and he has a lot of responsibilities. Plus, I've been keeping to myself. I would exchange greetings with a few bots and people, but most of the time I'm in my room or off in a corner.

Speaking of which, I'm currently in my room. The room isn't really anything special. It's about regular size for a bedroom with four grey walls and a single sized bed. I really don't use it though. I prefer to recharge in my pod in the autobot hangar. I just spend my day in my room and sleep in the hangar with the bots.

There is also a small desk with four drawers. I prefer to keep most of my stuff in my subspace, so the drawers remained relatively empty. I think the only thing I put in it was my clothes and a couple of knives. I might paint the walls one day….I don't know yet.

I got up and exited my room, locking it. I decided to take a walk around base since drawing and listening to music can only do so much. I was wandering around when I heard someone call me. "Yo, wha's crackin' lil' lady?" I turned around and saw Jazz walking towards me. I cracked a smile at seeing him. "Nothing of interest. What about you?" Jazz stopped next to me and pulled, what I guessed was, a sour face. Never can tell with his visor obscuring his optics. "Aw, come on lil' lady! No need to be so formal around the Jazzmech! Let's try it again…Yo, wha's crackin lil' lady?"

I smiled and shook my head. "What if I enjoy to speak in a formal manner?" "Well, ah guess ah'll jus' have ta work on tha'." He said. "Hmm. I mean no offense, but don't you have things to do? I wouldn't want to keep you from your work." "Nah. Ah managed to finish most of it. All ah have left to do is fill out some reports an' ah'm done." He said dismissively. "Besides, ah feel like spendin' time wit mah charge."

"I…rather not-" "Aw come on shorty!" Jazz said. I sighed. I was going to check out the training room, but…."Have you cleared it with Optimus?"

"Yup"

"What about the humans?"

"Not necessary, but already done."

"What did Pro-" I froze and snapped my gaze over to Jazz. The mech didn't show any signs of recognition so I tried to cover up my slip up. "Very well, let's go."

Jazz transformed into his alt mode and opened his passenger side door. I walked over and got in, the seatbelt automatically sliding over me. The door closed and the engine revved before Jazz drove towards the exit. I looked out the window and saw Hoover Dam pass by us. The radio crackled and I turned my attention towards it. "So, where to shorty?"

I shrugged. "Where ever you would like to go. I know about as much of this place as you do." Jazz was silent, probably looking up things to do on the internet. "How 'bout fo' now we just drive around an' see where tha' leads us? You can tell meh more about Earth during tha ride an' ah can answer any questions ya might have." He offered.

"Alright. So, what do you wish to know?" I asked as we came to a stop at a traffic light. "Well, for one what's with those colorful lights hangin' on tha' wire?" Oh Primus, please tell me he searched up the rules of the road when he landed. 'Um, they're traffic lights. The different colors tell the drives when to go, stop, or slow down. Green for go, red for stop, and yellow for slowing down. You did look up the laws of the road upon arrival….right?" Jazz laughed. "Of course ah did femmen! Ah jus' wanted ta see your reaction to mah question."

"Oh. Did you have similar methods of regulating traffic on Cybertron?" I asked. "Not really. We rarely used our alt modes. We usually jus' walked, or in the seekers case warped, where eva we had ta go. We used our alt modes if we didn't want ta walk and was in a hurry or it was an emergency. There were mostly markets in tha' way anyway. If we drove or flew we would jus' use our judgement on where ta stop an' go. Occasionally there would be a bot there ta regulate tha' traffic if there was trouble."

I nodded. "Interesting. So, when you mean judgement you mean your logic processors?" "Well, ah jus' meant we used our processors ta gage when ta stop or go. Usually a bot would jus' walk since our days are longer than yours an' we had tha time."

"Alright. So, do you have shops like we do?"

"Of course we do. There were shops to buy different paint, wax, furniture, energon, music, anythin'. Jus' like yours."

"What about armor. Do you buy different sets of armor? Like, casual armor, formal armor, battle armor, things like that?"

"Well, in a way we did. Jus' like a human sparkling our sparklings out grow their armor so they have ta be fitted for new ones. There really wasn't much need for battle armor except if you were in tha' army. Besides, battle armor is jus' thicker than regular armor. As fo' tha' formal armor, usually we jus' polish an' wax our armor. Maybe give it a new paint job if tha bot had tha credits."

"Is it true that Cybertron has acid rain?"

"Yup, it did. Normally it would jus' eat away at our paint but we still took shelter."

"What about you? Do you have any questions?"

"Yeah ah do. Why do human femmens shop so often?"

I cracked a smile at his question. "I honestly don't Jazz and I hope to never know. I guess women are so into their appearance, constantly buying the most up to date clothes and make-up. I think they just do it to attract the attention of the males, although the kind of attention they get is the wrong kind. You want a mech to love you for what's in your spark and bond out of love. Not just for the credits or interface no matter how cheesy it may sound."

"Truer words have neva been spoken lil' lady. So, you guys can bond?"

"No, not like Cybertronians can. We marry our sparkmates, or significant others. It's basically a fancy ceremony where friends and family gather as the mech and femmen say their vows. Then, a ring is place on both of their digits and they're married. There's also the legal documents saying they are married. As for creator and creation bonds, we don't have them."

"Wow, tha's kind of sad. Ya mean ya can't feel or communicate to your creators at all?"

No, and I would have severed that bond if my sire were still online. "Nope."

"Man, well at least ya don have ta experience tha longing or pain when eva the bond gets terminated or stretched too thin."

"Yeah. I guess so."

Jazz pulled up in front of a store and the engine turned off. My seatbelt unbuckled and the door opened. "Why are we here?"

"What betta way ta learn about humans than ta be amongst them?" His voice didn't come from the car. I stepped out and turned around. There he was in his holoform, leaning on the hood.

"True" I said, grabbing my backpack and gently closing the door. I walked towards the door, Jazz following right behind me. He held the door open and we went in. Of course he would take us to a music store. As soon as we stepped in an employee came up to us. She was thin and had wavy blond hair. She was wearing black jeans with a red Sam Ash shirt and a name tag. "Welcome to Sam Ash. Is there anything I can help you with?" She asked. Before I could answer Jazz spoke up. "Nah. We were jus' gonna look around. Thanks though lil' lady."

"Ok, well my name's Britney in case you two need anything." The she walked away searching for more costumers to help. "So, this is a human music store." Jazz said, looking around. The store was actually pretty big. There was a section for buying music on our left. There was also a desk where you could buy woodwind instruments. In the far left there was also a hall that lead to many practice rooms for private lessons. In front of us were pianos for sale along with a drum kit to try out. There were different sections for string instruments, electric guitars, percussion, and other things.

We began to walk around looking at the things in the store. I was flipping through a book of music but looked up when I heard the sound of a piano. I saw Jazz, bent over the piano, examining it. His pointer digit hovered over one of the white keys in the middle. "Crazy." Jazz said as he pressed another key. I smirked, Wow, TFA anyone? Jazz sat down and pressed every key on the piano. His face was scrunched up in concentration. After pressing each and every key and holding it for about 10 seconds he paused and cracked his holoform's knuckles. Then, he began to play.

Everyone in the store stopped to listen as Jazz played. His fingers glided over the keys as his foot tapped the tempo. The music was beautiful…there was simply no other way to describe it. It started out majestic and strong then gradually changed to slow and intimidating. After a while, it changed yet again to fast and furious before turning slow and sad.

I smiled slightly to myself and placed the book of music back on the shelf. I then leaned against the wall behind the shelf and crossed my arms, listening. Of course, the song is about the war! The beginning was majestic and strong, to depict the Golden Age. When it changed to slow and intimidating, it was around the time the war started. When Optimus was made Prime and the battle began. It turned to fast and furious to match when the fighting began. And… I frowned. Things turned dark when Cybertron fell and they were all forced to evacuate.

I sighed and looked at all the people who were gathered around Jazz. None of them realized the emotion and memories hidden within the song. My hand slowly curled into a fist. All they see is a guy playing some song! They don't realize the story behind the song. All the emotion, the memories, all the energon spilt. They don't know…..and when they find out they will be so quick to judge. I was brought out of my bitter thoughts by the sound of clapping.

I looked towards the crowd and saw the people were clapping, cheering, and whistling. Then, I saw Jazz. He saw smiling and waving at the crowd. As a crowd dispersed a small girl of about 10 walked up to him. Jazz smiled and bent down to her level as the girl began to talk to him. Chuckling, he gestured to the piano and stood behind her as she took her seat and began to play.

I could tell she was just learning but her spark was in the right place. Jazz closed his eyes and listened, but when she hit a wrong note he opened them and showed her the right key. I folded my arms and leaned against the wall. Wow, looks like music and teaching is in his coding. I watched them for a while until the girl, now with her parents, waved to Jazz before walking off. I straightened up and walked back over to Jazz. "Beautiful….doesn't even begin to describe that. No wonder you are Cybertron's best musician."

Jazz chuckled, "Thanks lil' lady." I nodded to show I acknowledged him. "How did you learn how to play so quickly?"

"Well, havin' access ta tha World Wide Web helps. Besides, music is jus' a bunch o' different frequencies and sound waves. It's what tha composer does tha' makes it appealing ta tha audio. All ah had ta do was listen ta each o' tha different musical sound waves, then jus' start ta play."

"Hmm."

Jazz walked off to examine the other different instruments the store had. He sure had a field day on the drums. He was especially interested in how to read written music. Every section we went to he tried out all the demo instruments then jam out on them. I think we had a crowd follow us throughout the store and recording his music.

Jazz was disappointed when we had to leave due to his holoform projector needing to recharge. We exited the store and drove off. I sat in the passenger seat staring out the window as Jazz drove. I frowned as he suddenly took a turn. If I remember correctly, this is the way back to the look out. Sure enough, Jazz stopped at the place dubbed 'The Look out'. His door opened, signaling for me to get out. I did so ad stepped back slightly to give him room to transform.

He did so and stretched, his gears creaking as he did so. "Why are we here?" I asked. "Jus' thought it'd be nice ta watch tha sun set on your planet before having ta return back ta base." I raised an eyebrow, although he couldn't see it. Visor and all. "Yes. It is rather beautiful." I said, turning to face the setting sun. I sat down on the hill, Jazz right next to me.

"" It…kind o' reminds meh of home, ya know? The way your sun's rays change the colors of the sky and baths everythin' in its light." I looked at him, listening. "Although, back home tha sun wouldn't turn tha sky an orange/yellow color. Instead, if tha rays o' light would make the metal surface of Cybertron sparkle and the Crystal Gardens would just light up. Reflecting tha sun's rays back in what ya humans call a rainbow."

"It sounds very beautiful." I said, and it really did. Of course, I had read about the beauty of the Crystal Gardens, but every story changed slightly. We sat there in silence, each lost in our own thoughts as the sun disappeared from the horizon and the stars appeared.

"Thank you, for today Jazz. It was a pleasant change from the monotony of the base." Jazz nodded and looked down at me. His optics were dimmed, but I was still washed in a blue hue. "No problem lil' lady. It was nice ta spend time wit mah charge." He opened his mouth to say something else but paused, his optics dimmed even more before returning to its previous setting. "Boss bot wants us back." I nodded and got up as he transformed down. I climbed in and the seatbelt clipped over me. The seat reclined back a bit. "Recharge shorty. Ah'll tell ya when we get there."

I didn't want to recharge because I didn't want to online screaming again from nightmares. But the fragger turned on the radio and soft, soothing music flowed from the speakers. I managed to stay awake for a good 10 klicks, but my eyes were starting to close. Fragger, if I online screaming it's his own fault for having me recharge outside my stasis pod. I thought with no real venom behind the words. With a sigh, I finally let myself fall into recharge.

A/N: There ya go! I hope y'all liked it! Here are some of the links:

Optimus's alt-mode sketch (This sketch is NOT mine. It was drawn by MNS-Prime-21):

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Anna's caliber 4.5 blank air gun (It should be the picture of the black gun on the bottom left cormer):

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