The world blazed into focus with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. Consciousness occurred all at once, floundering in the sudden sea of sensation, mind grasping after ... something. Whatever it had been, it evaded him with quicksilver deftness, evaporating without a trace. Shattered by a simple sound; nothing more or less than a nearby footstep. Propelled to his feet by an unknown force, he darted down the alley toward a half-remembered sense of safety. His life, up until he had come online moments before, was gone. He was alone. The mech paused, catching sight of his reflec

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7-4-12 Annual

"I think the pup saw you yesterday," she said, knowing he would hear her. A silver chuckle chimed in the air. "I must be gettin' old, if a puppy as distractable as that scrap a' fur can be noticin' me." A small smile curled the side of her mouth, matching the grim pain in her brown eyes. "Pups and kids can see things the rest of us can't." Jazz paused, remembering the ferocity with which she had shoved the dusty maroon sedan over complicated country roads in the heat of the previous afternoon. The same desperation had been clear in the way she had handled the car then as was in her posture now. "That's a pause," she told him, standing

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It was hot and likely to get hotter. He spotted his friend, brown hair done up in a bun with metal claws keeping it in place, a silver flash at her throat which he was able to briefly zoom in and identify as a silver compass rose, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, when she jogged across the parking lot in a blatant disregard for the 90 degree sun. He watched her approach the familiar maroon Geo Prism, run a gentle hand absently along the dust-caked roof and slip inside to grab the silver bit of plastic she needed to pay. The Porsche waited for her to return, slipping into the parking space next to the maroon car and was amused at the stic

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Here he was again. The stellar cycles on this little planet were amazingly short and long at the same time. Not one year past he had been sneaking about, clad in glossy black feathers and glad to find a safe place to sleep. Now? Now he was someone completely different. He had found a home on this strange small ball of rock and water. He had exchanged feathers for armor plating, still black, and his freedom for the warmth of the embrace of a certain Datsun morale officer. Speaking of-- Warm arms encircled his waist and he leaned back, wings flexing to allow a silver chin to rest on his shoulder. In a world made of carbon-based organic

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Transformers - Wanted

Being a medic was something that he had once enjoyed greatly. He was built for it, after all, mentored in it and had once been in charge of his own clinic. Now, though he held a prestigious rank in the Autobot forces, only an almost-daily infusion of high grade made it possible to tolerate being a medic. A conscript for the war was not something he had ever imagined himself being but when Sentinel Prime said jump, the rest of Iacon had no choice but to ask how high. It was better, now, than it had been. Ratchet had a couple of friends in the engineering and science core that he didn't have to worry much about, others among the soldiers t

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The Debt, End version two

Author's note: This is the second version of how this story ends. It takes place after the battle of 2005 and is slashy. No complaining! ** There was something so raw about the mech now that others hesitated to approach him. It was like the raggedy edge of his spark, the bleeding gouge where Prowl had once been, was painted on his armor instead of concealed behind his chestplate. Smokescreen knew what the mech had lost. It was similar and yet so much worse than what everyone, including Mirage, had in their backstory. Jazz had lost, literally, everything. Half his spark. His family. His home. His very reason for existing. It was t

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Author's notes: This is a version of how this story ends. This takes place in the Secret universe, in which the attack of 2005 never happened. ** "Jazz!" The black and white mech turned, a ready smile on his face. It turned very slightly to a more genuine one when he saw who was hurrying to meet with him. "Now there's a mech I'm always glad t'see. How's it runnin', Smokes?" The Datsun shook his head slightly with a smile for the Porsche, falling into step beside him. His optics automatically adjusted to compensate for the difference in light between the inside of the City to Earth's bright sol

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Then a huge grin that was, as far as Optimus could tell, genuine, shone forth. "Primus!" Jazz whistled, laughing. "Who dripped the acid in your audio, Ratchet're Smokes?" A tolerant look was all Optimus allowed himself. "Jazz." He made sure his tone was only mildly rebuking, so as not to trip the sometimes skittish young mech's warning sensors. He wanted honest responses from him, not more verbal sparring. "We both know you left Smokescreen's quarters before Ratchet could scan you. He can't write or send a report on a mech who isn't there." "Sure he could," Jazz scoffed, rai

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The Debt 12

The large mech was standing in the doorway, watching the slim black and white figure move. Though each sweep of arm and leg, every movement of hand, foot and waist was graceful to the point of beauty it was also touched with more than a dose of deadly portent. The gestures were a combination of dance and martial art, even the extra flares with a potentially violent purpose. Jazz, following some internal rhythm, lowered his torso until his head was level with his hips and twisted at the waist, pushing off from one leg into the air and defying gravity long enough to turn completely over until his chest was aga

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