Jazz was not amused.
In fact, he was downright irritated.
Optimus showing up had already put him in a bad mood, but then—then—just when he thought he could breathe easy again, the worst thing happened.
Bumblebee showed up.
The bright yellow Camaro came rolling into the shop, engine revving happily like an overexcited puppy, and Jazz immediately felt his hackles rise.
He knew how this was gonna go.
And he hated it.
Harry had just finished closing up for the evening when the Camaro pulled up. He barely had time to react before it transformed right there in the lot, unfolding into a beaming, wide-eyed Autobot.
"Bumblebee," Jazz growled, stepping forward like he was about to physically block him from getting inside.
Bumblebee just let out a series of cheerful beeps and whirls, clearly ignoring Jazz's territorial stance.
Harry, meanwhile, took one look at the bright, obviously eager bot in front of him and—
"Oh my god. He's adorable."
Jazz felt something inside him short-circuit.
Bumblebee blinked. Then, with what was clearly intentional dramatics, he tilted his head, optics going big and wide, and made a tiny beeping noise that somehow managed to sound shy and sweet.
Harry melted.
Jazz glitched.
"Oh, come on," Jazz groaned as Harry stepped right up to the scout, patting his arm like one would a well-behaved golden retriever.
"Who's a good bot?" Harry cooed, and Jazz swore Bumblebee's entire frame lit up with sheer delight.
Bee let out a series of excited beeps and chirps, even leaning down slightly, and Harry just kept going, rubbing circles into the plating of his arm like he was giving a damn head pat.
Jazz had to physically restrain himself from dragging Harry away.
Bumblebee, the little traitor, was soaking it up.
"Awww, look at you!" Harry grinned, completely oblivious to Jazz's growing frustration. "You're just soaking up all this attention, huh?"
Bee beeped happily, nodding vigorously.
Jazz twitched.
This. Was. Unacceptable.
Bumblebee was too close. Too comfortable.
And Harry was—was cooing at him.
Nope. Absolutely not.
Jazz immediately stepped in, slinging an arm around Harry's shoulders and pulling him away, ignoring the way Bee let out a little whine of protest.
"Aight, that's enough, Bee," Jazz said, his tone just a bit too sharp to be casual.
Harry raised an eyebrow, looking up at him with clear amusement. "Jealous?"
"No," Jazz snapped too quickly.
Bumblebee beeped something that sounded suspiciously like liar.
Jazz shot him a glare.
Harry, very aware of what was happening, just smirked and let Jazz pull him away, clearly enjoying every second of this.
"So," Harry said, crossing his arms and leaning into Jazz's hold, "does this mean I'm off-limits to other Autobots?"
Jazz scowled, tightening his grip like he was physically making sure no one else tried to steal Harry from him. "Damn right you are."
Harry laughed, actually laughed, and Jazz realized too late that he'd just walked straight into a trap.
Because now Harry knew.
And he was definitely going to use this against him.