ONE-SHOTS || TRANSFORMERS

• || FOC Jazz X Female Human

Jazz furrowed his optic ridge in confusion, crossing his arms over to his chassis with a frown, "prime, a soldier commed me, an immediate request of backup on the east side since they're takin' heavy fire," explained Jazz, the prime and red autobot attentively listening and nodding at his words. "An', it's ah sistah, not a brotha'." He corrected, lightly nodding his helm in confirmation when he saw the hidden confusion from his leader.

"A femme?"

"Yeah."

Optimus nod, turning around and silently gesturing for Jazz to follow him. The saboteur looked at the spy, and nodding before walking to prime after watching cliff walked away and talked with sideswipe.

"What's this 'bout, prime?"

Optimus glanced at him form his peripheral vision. He didn't get to answer him, since they arrived at perceptor's workplace, the scientist taking some of his time to them, commanding the platform beneath him flew to the prime and Jazz, standing in front of them, and opening a new hologram for them to see.

"Jazz, I assumed Optimus has already informed of you our concerns?" Asked perceptor, looking at Jazz, that shook his helm.

"Got here too quickly," he answered, getting a nod from perceptor.

"I see, then I shall inform of you. That, all form of communications, our radio waves most specifically, being one of them is to be detected by me, and my team." Jazz nod his helm at this, slowly getting an idea to where this is going.

"An', I'm guessin' the conversation I have with the femme has also been detected?"

"Yes, indeed, however, much to my confusion. The signal isn't from here."

"A signal not from Cybertron?" Asked Optimus, not really knowing about this, except for the fact of retrieving jazz immediately.

Perceptor calmly nod his helm in confirmation, "indeed, a signal not of our own. I have one speculation amongst the others," he said, pushing something to his hologram screen. "We all know, that when talking in our comlink, we required a transmitter and the receiver, right?" A slow nod to the two. "I have an inkling feeling, that Jazz may be the one to receive the signal, and the unknown cybertronian to relay information, making him or her undoubtedly the transmitter."

"Alright, bu', perceptor. Where are ya goin' with this? It's just a comm, something we do almost everyday, what's so different about this?"

Perceptor let out a small sigh, "Jazz, we haven't received reports of what's happening on the east side of Iacon. It seems all autobots have their comms purposely malfunctioned, with the probability of shockwave's work involved to it by 90.75%. In your words, there shouldn't be an autobot that could somehow alert you of their situation, by managing getting a request of assistance means it's out within shockwave's range—in which, none of our autobots managed to do. Getting to the point of tracing back the signal and having it pinpoint outside of our planet's atmosphere."

Jazz nod his helm in understanding, "A different species somehow knew our code—our autobot code, so it couldn't been involved with the 'cons. Alertin' us, instead of stealin' information."

"Perhaps, it's a benevolent race."

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A comfortable silence filled the room, a responsible teenager doing her English work, a piping hot coffee beside her, as she tapped away on her laptop. Leaning back, as she stretched her arms over to her head, she groaned, and relaxed her tense muscles. Curiously, leaning her finger to the side of her head, as she waited for any noise. She haven't "contacted" the person she talked a few weeks, due to her excitement and not of fear. Actually wanting to burst the stranger all sorts of questions and whatnot.

She set her voice into a whisper, "hey, stranger. I hope I'm not disturbing you or anything. Gosh, I hoped your not asleep yet, seeing as it's probably night there. Is it night or day to your time now? Did you already ate, wait. I sounded like a clingy girlfriend eww. Anyways, sorry for rambling. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for the prank I've said, I don't really mean any of it. Probably. Maybe."

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Jazz smiled, carefully listening to the voice, and chilling beside bumblebee. Relieved, that the decepticons seemed to quiet down and let him have time to indulge himself to this.

"Heheh, stranger huh?"

"Oh, you responded! I'm not crazy, people! Eat that, Veronica."

He lightly chuckled at the last muttered words of her, "should ah not?"

"Probably. I don't know. I'm a chatterbox, I don't run out of stocks from talking. I'm a defending champion of it, my friend Veronica is a runner-up. I'm threatened from my position, and... Sorry, are you annoyed?"

"Not as much when cliff talks to meh. Yer still kinda tolerable."

"Interesting! I would love to talk to cliff, but I don't know if he'll like me. Is he a guy or a girl?"

Jazz felt himself furrow his optic ridge at the odd word, "a mech."

"... Seriously?"

"What?" Drawled Jazz, as bumblebee leaned in and curiously listened.

Jazz heard her voice lowered, muttering things, "mech stands for machines. It does however sound a little masculine with men, so maybe a male. Then, their female should be femme?" An inaudible whispered from her, which made jazz's optic ridge furrowed in confusion at the hush sounds.

"What're you whisperin' 'bout?"

"Eh, nothing! So a mech then, I'd love to talk to him one of these days!"

"Heh, he's quite a busy guy...?" Jazz said, almost sounding to a question at the foreign word, which the femme lightly chuckled about.

"Yep, I guess we have slight differences with each other. So, let me introduce you to a few things I love here, and you'll do the same, deal?"

Jazz stopped, and pondered a little bit. Not noticing, a few curious mechs surround him as he stayed oblivious to his surroundings with how interesting and intriguing femme he's talking to. He looked up at the ceiling, a small mischievous grin on his faceplate, "alright, deal."

He heard a light cheer, before the femme started, "so, first is music. And! No interruptions please, and since I don't know if my iPod could play here. I'll just give you a sample, alright?"

Jazz nodded, before remembering she couldn't see him, and let out a sound of agreement. "Yeah, sure. Go fo' it."

She let out a soft breath, and slowly starting snapping her fingers to set the rhythm. "I was wondering if you and me could spend a minute. On the floor up, and close getting lost in it. I won't give up without a fight! I just wanna, oh-oh-ohh-ohh oh baby! I just want you, to dance with me tonight. So come on, oh-oh-ohh-ohh oh baby! I just want you to dance with me tonight... And, finished. Although it's not—"

"Beautiful. It's beautiful."

Anesthesia let out an embarrassed laugh, "fun fact. I've actually don't sing to strangers, but I guess I can make exceptions." She joked, receiving a breathy laugh from him. "And, I still haven't got your name! I'm so sorry, my name is anesthesia."

"Designation Jazz."

"Well, Jazz. Please prepare your audio receptors 'cause I'm gonna blast you with songs!"

"Please do, ms. Chatterbox!"