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Characters: Blaster/Jazz Location: Jasper, Nevada- The Autobot Base Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: Been a long time since I seen you, good lookin'...
It was a good week and a half since Blaster was brought to the new base. Everything had changed since he had been out cold. He lost his home, friends...
...Memories...
The Communications Officer seemed to struggle with remembering what he did before he got locked into stasis. Every time he tried to remember something, it just brought a din of noises he couldn't fathom or make sense of, resulting in a headache.
The medic that helped him out, First Aid, had been more than just the one who heard his call and came to the rescue. They have been hanging out with each other more often, already having a date and made plans for another one. In the current mess that he calls his life, that has been the best thing coming out of waking up from a long coma. As much as he liked Aid, he knew he couldn't just rely on Aid alone to help him get better, he needed to get back into the swing of things, whatever the thing is now.
So here he was, on the roof of the building trying to find some kind of bearings. He felt sure he was going to help Prime and the others with communications soon enough, but the mystery of his past would weigh on his mind until he got answers.
Last Edit: Aug 17, 2016 23:09:43 GMT by Deleted: Changed the part about First Aid to better match the current flow of story
Considering his position as head of intelligence, it had taken Jazz a rather embarrassing long time to find out that new faces that had trickled in since the last time he and Prowl had made a stop at Team Prime’s base. When he’d heard the news that a particular old friend had turned up, he’d only stopped to ask where he’d be able to find him before practically tripping over himself to get his skidplate onto the industrial elevator up to the roof. He had to see him with his own optics.
“Blaster…?” Even though he’d been told the other mech was here, and safe, it was still surreal to see him just… sitting there. Blaster had been missing for a very, very long time. Looking at him now was a relief, though there was a sudden inexplicable twist of grief in his spark, as though there was something still missing. Jazz shoved it down. Why would he feel grief when a long lost friend -- and something more, though it’d been a while, and they’d broken it off amicably -- had found his way back to them?
“Aww, mech, you got no idea how glad I am to see you alive.”
Blaster was interrupted from his musings by a simple call of his name. The only one who have spoken to him was First Aid, and that wasn't the medic's quiet softness.
Turning around, he was in for a surprise when he recognized a face that he had not seen in forever.
"Jazz!" He got up, not too fast, although he wished he was faster, he was still healing and recovering. It didn't stop him from practically hopping/hobbling over to give Jazz a hug.
"Mech, it is great to see you too!" Then a tilt of his head. "Alive? Had it really been that long since I been around?"
There were so many things he could say! So many things he wanted to say! But the first thing out of his mouth ended up being “Aww, no, no, I’ll come t’you…!” purely because Blaster looked to have had a go around with a pack of sharkticons (or the equivalent of) and had a really bad limp. He embraced the comms officer tightly, letting his EM field extend out and around the other bot, his emotions a hectic mixture of happiness and relief and grief and sadness.
“It’s been… Blaster, s’been forever since y’disappeared! We all thought y’were a goner with how long you’ve been off the radar!” Jazz drew back from the hug, his visor retracting with a shhk so he could get a good long look at him with his own optics. “What happened t’you? Where’ve y’been?”
Blaster gave a wide smile at Jazz as he watched the mech come over to give him a hug instead. It was full of warmth and sweetness, just like every other time he had come to hug or touch Jazz.
When he pulled back, Jazz asked the question, which made him sigh in an ex-vent.
"I really can't tell you. All I got are jumbled up memories of the incident. All I knew is that I woke up here, on this planet called Earth. I think the junior medic, First Aid did a great job on fixing me. Now I just gotta heal."
Blaster then looks Jazz over. "You been lookin' good. Better than me tho'. Whatcha been up to?"
“Well, you’re in th’best hands now, so I don’t doubt you’ll be makin’ a full recovery an’ makin’ it quick!” Jumbled memories were never good sign, but Jazz knew things would sort themselves out sooner or later. Besides, he was more glad to see Blaster alive and in mostly one piece, especially after the years they’d all spent thinking he’d been lost. “Junior medic?” He paused at the mention of a junior medic, the name ‘First Aid’ unfamiliar to him, but shook it off. He did take note of the way Blaster’s voice changed ever-so-slightly, though, when mentioning this junior medic’s name. If he knew Blaster -- and boy, did he know Blaster -- he knew there was more to the story. “Oho? Someone I gotta meet?”
What he’d been up to was a rather more complicated thing than getting memories jumbled. Jazz let out a bit of a laugh and rubbed at the back of his neck. “S’bit of a long story. Wanna sit back down? I promise I’ll cut it down t’the good bits.” He didn’t want to stress Blaster’s healing frame out more than it needed to be, anyways. After they were both seated, Jazz struggled for a moment to figure out where to even begin. “So, uh… Remember Prowl?”
Blaster gave a brighter smile at Jazz when he states that he is in the best hands now. And indeed, Ratchet's reputation has reached many places as the best medic in existence. That included anyone who worked under him or with him as a medical team.
He started to feel at ease with Jazz until he mentioned Aid's name. That was when Jazz gave him the look, that sly look. The one that implies a whole heck of a lot.
Blaster swore he only mentioned Aid's name casually.
"... Don't look at me like that. Aid's just been... really nice. Been great to spend time with. Apparently he's new to the base too." Did his voice trail off into softness? Blaster wouldn't have known that he did. "But...yeah. Just watched one of those Earth movies recently, and we promised to go hang out again." Don't you dare take more from what was said than that, Jazz.
When Jazz started to look sheepish at the mention of what's been going on with him, Blaster tilted his head. He started to feel more suspicious when he was led over to sit down, and then Prowl was mentioned. He cocked an optic ridge up, he had not remembered Jazz being buddies with Prowl before. "Yeah, I know about Prowl. I think everyone does, considering. What about him though?"
Unfortunately for Blaster, Jazz was a master at reading people, and Blaster was practically an open book.
“Look at you like what? I ain’t lookin’ at you, what’chu talkin’ bout?” He grinned in that easy, familiar way, feeling as if they were back in the old days when they teased and heckled the other. He pounced on that thread, just as eager to tease as he was to bring a little familiarity back into the mix. ‘Just watched a movie’? He knew there was more than that to the story, if that unusual softness in Blaster’s voice was anything to go by. “You’re off to a good start, ain’t’cha? One date down and one planned!” He knew when not to push too hard, though, and so he left it for now.
Of course, turnabout was fair play, and it was then his turn to share details of his social life. Blaster’s obvious suspicion was palpable, and it didn’t make it any easier for Jazz to fess up. “Dunno if this was before or after you disappeared, can’t really remember all that well, ‘cause it just sorta happened, y’know? But durin’ the war, Prowl and I got real close. Real close. And, uh, well, things happened-” Understatement of the millenium, really. “-an’ now we’re kinda bonded and conjunx endurae and everythin’.”
Blaster looks away briefly, probably a good thing that robots don't blush, but he did feel that much hotter. "Y-yeah. Another date." Might as well fess up to the thing being what it is. He is dating the very medic who rescued him and healed him. It's an odd thing to do, but Aid was... is... just that different to Blaster. He's curious as to why and where things would go.
But for now, he wants to hear about what Prowl had to do with Jazz. Upon hearing that they are conjunx endura, Blaster's optics went wide. "... what?" Is all he managed to say to that announcement. He wasn't sure what to feel. A part of him felt jealous, like... did he expect Jazz to be open and single forever? The other part of him wanted to congratulate his friend, cause- despite the questioning of choice- he was very happy for him!
He settled on being congratulatory, so after a moment, he recovered with a big smile, then pulled Jazz into a tight hug. "Man... congratulations! Who knew that you, of all mechs, would be the type to settle down!" He pulls back, still smiling brightly, but somewhere deep in his spark, a strange ache. What was that feeling? Jeal-no. Not that.
‘What?’ was a very common reaction to news of him and Prowl being an item amongst the old friends they came across, especially those who’d known Jazz in the good old days. Everyone had certainly thought that he would stay a bachelor forever, himself included, and he wouldn’t lie in saying that even he sometimes felt a bit surprised at how his life had changed. He wasn’t sure how Blaster would react. Blaster had been… well, different than the rest. What would he think about it?
Would he be upset? The relationship he’d had with Blaster had been very open, but that had been a long time ago. Would he be disappointed that Jazz had settled?
Before long, though, Blaster’s wide-eyed shock melted into a smile, and Jazz felt a private burst of relief. “We -- Prowler an’ I -- kinda got close after you went missin’. We got good at workin’ together, too. We got separated from the others after The Ark, an’ spent years just wanderin’ ‘round the galaxy until one day it just happened, y’know?” He leaned into the embrace, and couldn’t believe he’d been worried. “I know it sounds so far-fetched, but Prowl… well, he ain’t so bad once y’get t’know him. We’re different, yeah, but I think that’s what makes it work.”
He then let out a bit of a laugh. “Yeah, who’d’ve thought I would’a settled? If you’d told me that a couple million years ago, I wouldn’t’ve believed it. But… yeah.”
What was to be upset about? Blaster knew where his and Jazz's boundaries were in the first place. They agreed on what kind of relationship they were going to have long ago. Even with the first pangs of jealousy Blaster knew that his friend/former lover's happiness trumped over it.
Besides, Jazz sounded really content and happy with his conjunx.
Blaster... if he was honest with himself- and at the moment, he was- just wanted to have the same thing.
Thoughts of Aid danced around his mind at the same time that thought occurred. He pushed it aside for now.
"I know! Just see how surprised I was!" Blaster laughed a bit, nudging Jazz. "Good for you, Prowl is something special if he pinned you down as his. Always the slippery one, that you are. Were." There was a playful tease in his tone. "Maybe this means that someone is going to pin me down and take me as theirs one day."
Jazz laughed again, swaying in a bit of an exaggerated manner when Blaster playfully nudged him. “You’re surprised? Mech, I dunno if anyone can be more surprised than me n’ Prowler! It was just us in a dingy lil’ escape shuttle for vorns.” Well. Until they’d upgraded to a stolen freighter, though the freighter had arguably been in worse shape than the shuttle when they’d nicked it, but that was beside the point.
“If anyone was gonna pin me down, it’d been him, though s’lucky it was this an’ not some protocol violation. Or pinnin’ me t’the wall.” He joked, and it was incredibly obvious that the fond smile upon his face was entirely due to the thought of a certain tactician he held dear.
His smile took on a bit of a sly slant as he eyed Blaster, sensing the change in his best friend/former lover’s mood. “What about that medic of yours?” He drawled, casually, all the while watching him closely. “Y’went on a date and you’re goin’ on another. Y’might get pinned down too if you aren’t careful, though sounds like y’might not mind, if y’know what I mean.”
Blaster shook his head. "I guess something would develop when you are stuck on a tiny excuse for a ship for a good long time." He gave a smile at Jazz, taking pleasure in his friend's... former lover's... happiness.
Although when the tables were turned back on Blaster, he heated up again.
"I... uh... um..."
Blaster wasn't known for being flustered. He was the cool operator. The chill mech.
What was it about mentioning First Aid that got him acting like this?
"I..." He looks off, away from Jazz. "I... wouldn't mind settling down. If and when that time comes. I don't think I would be floating single forever...."
Jazz wasn’t sure which was better -- that he’d succeeded in making Blaster stumble and fumble for words like a twitterpated youngling, or that he’d gotten a bit of good-natured payback. “Aha, I knew there had t’be more’n what you were sayin’!” He teased. “I hope that second date turns into a third, n’ a fourth.”
Blaster looked away then, and Jazz felt the air change, a subtle shift that was nearly imperceptible. “Lemme tell ya somethin’,” He said gently, with a soft expression. “It ain’t as bad as we always thought it’d be. Things change, n’ people change, n’ priorities change. Floatin’ solo was fun, but floatin’ with a partner is just as fun.”
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