This was really to get rid of the most annoying thing in a writer's vocabulary, WRITERS-BLOCK... so yeah, don't blame me if it sucks... or makes no sense at all.

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Summary: back in the academy, Jazz was never really... the confident type; since he was small he never got the femmes, so here... we see how he got the confidence, and the femme of his dreams.

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"HEY, LET HIM GO!" a female voice seethed, her best friend was yet again... being picked on by the jet trio.

"We will, but only if we get a little payment," the red, white and blue one sneered

"Ugh! You disgusting waste of space!" she gagged "I'd rather die," she growled

"Fine," the mech smirked then locked the door. Laughing, the jets walked off. She sighed then spinning-kicked the door making it swing open revealing a dishevelled small black and white mech with a load of supplies on top of him.

"Thanks Psy" he smiled meekly, his visor masking the sheepish sky blue optics underneath.

"No problemo Jazzy," she grinned then helped him up on his feet, dusting off the supplies as she smiled at him, he was slightly taller than her but that only made her look small. "Come on, we only got one lesson left... and that's the cultural studies, meaning..." and they both grinned

"FREE PERIOD!" They both cheered then ran off to the steps outside the academy.

Psywave was a small femme, her and Jazz had been friends since sparkling-hood, they'd first met on the first day of school, instantly finding out they had more in common with each other than they did with anyone else; so naturally they became inseparable.

Psywave was around 17'5; she was a deep amethyst colour with a black V-shape around her neck that travelled around her neck and to her back, ending at her lower back. Her upper torso was medium size with a green zigzag line across the top of her chassis and green crystals lined her sides and a gorgeous black tribal tattoo-like design ran down both arms and connected up to the V-shape. She had bright neon green optics with a gorgeous black and purple design above them that made her optics look like a hawks-eyes. Her face was a dark grey with black lips that were always either, smiling, scowling, or grinning...or smirking. Her legs were deep purple with two strips of emerald green running down them leading to her knees which started with a look of knee high, low-heeled boots. Her helm was a black colour with a purple tint and it had two black spikes that formed from her audio receptors.

"Hey look, it's the diddy duo!" a group laughed as Psy and Jazz frowned

"Do those guys think of these insults before they say em? Cause that really sounded fragged up..." Psy smirked

"They 'ave no chips to think ov insults," Jazz grinned

"...True dat." She grinned then wrote something down "hey, do you know what that little blue planet's race is called?" she asked

"Not studied?" he asked and she shrugged sheepishly

"Not had time," she smiled

"They're called humans, organic... awesome songs though" he chuckled

"Oh yeah, like that new beat... what's the name..." she frowned

"I dunno, is it the really fast one that drops down in the middle then shoots back up?" he asked

"No, the one that keeps up the beat all the way through," she frowned

"That one in the funky language?" he asked and she nodded

"I think they call it Japanese," she shrugged and he nodded

"Yup, now, in three... two... one," Jazz smirked then the bell rang signalling end of school

"WOOT!" Psy cheered "RUN AWAY!!!" she laughed as he grinned then grabbed his books and followed her in the quick retreat from the hated learning establishment.

"You comin over to mine?" Jazz asked casually as they walked

"Sure, I'll be round later on though, I've gotta practice for my dance routine," she sighed

"Ok then, jus make sure it's not to late, las time my mother-creator threw a fit about me with a femme in my room so late at night," he frowned as she grinned

"Awww she actually thinks we'd do that?" she giggled

"Uh huh... now remember, not to late," he smirked and she grinned slyly

"Wanna put the scares up her?" she asked deviously

"How we gonna do that?" he frowned

"Follow my lead later on," she laughed then waved "well, gotta go... bubi!" she laughed then ran off.

Later on she'd come at, well whada-ya-know, LATE.

"You did this on purpose didn't you," Jazz asked dryly

"Yup," Psy grinned

"Hey Psy?" Jazz asked

"What?"

"Do you think you could help me with something?" he asked and she frowned

"Sure, wasup?" she asked smiling

"You know how the only kiss I've ever had was with you and that was a fakie one to get out of something?" he asked and she grinned remembering the little scene...

Flashback

"Jazz, what are we gonna do, the head'll be here any second!" Psy panicked

"Oh I dunno! He's early!" Jazz groaned then they both heard the heads voice and foot-steps nearing the office halls.

"We need a reason to be here!" she growled

"You think of one!" Jazz frowned and she sighed. The head master rounded the corner to see Psywave and Jazz snogging in the hallway

"Ehem!" he sounded and they both jumped apart, Jazz was completely dazed and Psywave was well... grinning like a maniac.

"Hey sir," she smiled

"What are you doing here?" he asked

"Well, we wanted somewhere privet to umm, well what you've just walked in on, and this was the only privet place so..." she trailed off

"I get it, just get back to class you two," he sighed letting them scat as he shook his head then walked into his office... only to have a bucket of oil on his head.

End flashback

"Yeeahhh?" she asked grinning

"Well, you know that femme... Slipstream?" he asked nervously

"What about her?" she asked with pure venom, she HATED that femme, she was a preppy, pink and white annoying big headed, vain BEE-OTCH

"I need you to teach me how to make her like me," he pleaded and she gaped

"You... LIKE...'It'?" she growled

"She's not an 'It' she's a gorgeous femme..."

"With the personality of a ROCK," she growled in response

"She's hawt!" Jazz shot back

"SHE'S A BITCH!" Psywave fumed

"Please Psy?" he pleaded

"No." She stated seriously then stormed out the room as he sighed

"I knew you'd say that..." he spoke softly.

The next day they didn't have school since for them it was like a human week-end. Jazz walked to Psywave's home and knocked on. Her mother-creator answered, she smiled at Jazz.

"Hello Jazz, Psy's in her room go on up if you like," she welcomed him. She was a tall femme; she had bright blue armour and yellow optics. Jazz smiled then walked in, he crept up the stairs quietly then peeked in Psy's room to see something that made his systems heat up considerably, she was dancing, but not her normal dancing... she was practicing her dance routine, which was the equivalent of a human Belly-dancing routine. Smooth graceful moves were preformed expertly as she rolled her hips; which he only now found EXTREMELY attractive. Her beat was perfect, every move beautifully executed as the music in the background fuelled her dance moves. She rolled her hips and moved her stomach as her arms reached back then did a crab like move and back-flipped gracefully then moved round swiftly and ended on one knee with her head bowed and her arms out to the side like bowing to a king or queen. She panted breathlessly then heard the door creek she stood up quickly then turned around.

"How long were you stood there?!" she gasped

"N-not t-that long..." he stuttered then silently vowed to buy a ticket to the dance show in which she'd be showing EVERYONE that went that exact same routine.

"Uh huh," she narrowed her optics "well, what do you want?" she growled

"Still angry?" he asked

"What do you think? You have the hots for my worst enemy, I HATE the femme and you actually want me to help her get her filthy hands on you?!" she fumed

"I only need to learn how to kiss a femme and i'll be set!" he pouted

"The only way I could teach you that is to actually do that with you, and there is no chance i'm snogging my best friend," she spoke seriously

"It could be just a fakie one..." he shrugged

"Jazz, we've been friends for...primus knows how long..." she sighed then saw his pleading look "ok fine, but it may take a few more than one," she sighed and he nodded understanding, at the moment... he really just wanted to snog her!

"So what's first?" he asked

"Where to touch." She smiled then held out her hands "ok, now let me guide you," she instructed and he nodded, "ok first things first, when you go to kiss a femme, make sure you don't rush it, we gals, HATE that, you gotta take it slow, put your hand here." She instructed and rested his hand on her side of her cheek, which she had to admit... was a nice feeling.

"Got it," he smiled nervously

"Ok then, you always wait until she takes the first move, if you do it... you seem to over eager, but if the femme makes certain gestures, it means you can make the first move cause she's to chicken," she grinned

"And what would these gestures be?" he frowned and she sighed then demonstrated how a female would most likely look anywhere but at him, and how she'd let out a faint spark-pulse...which he found thoroughly pleasurable. "What about whilst kissing?" he asked

"Thought that might come up," she sighed then guided his arms around her waist then planted his hands on her lower back, but not too low making him VERY nervous.

"Ummm..." he gulped

"When you kiss a femme, your arms will most likely do this themselves, but remember, too low... like this," and she placed his hand lower making him gulp "and she'll think you're only in it for one thing, now too high, like this" and she placed his hand at the place where a human females bra would clip together. "And she'll think you only wanna be friends," she explained

"And to make her know you like her?"he asked and she placed his hands on her lower back where the V-shape ended

"Right here," she smiled, then let his arms go as she sat down "now... if I remember correctly, you could use some work on the actual kiss," she sighed as his systems heated up

"How are you gonna help me with that?" he asked and she stood up

"Do everything I just told you to do, but act like i'm the bee-otch you got the hots for," she sighed "...and actually... kiss me," she gulped, as she said those words his processor almost froze with shock.

"K-kiss y-you?" he asked and she nodded

"Not a problem is it?" she asked smiling. He'd never really noticed but now he had, she was rather stunning, the green and purple were amazing colours together and matched her fiery attitude perfectly, the way her body was shaped should have really left most mechs jaws on the floor as she walked past, the way her optics glinted with mischief, the way the light shone off her armour making her look like she was a glowing goddess. Those black enchanting lips; always curved into a smile, her confidence with everything she did, her love for other planetary customs and music. Her voice was so calm and serene. He believed that after all the years of not noticing how enchanting the femme was, he was truly stupid. 'How could I have even THOUGHT about Slipstream with this beauty beside me all the time?' he questioned himself.

"N-not a p-problem at all" he gulped. She walked closer to him then allowed him to practice on her, she truly didn't mind, he was her best friend... and secret to everyone but her, he was her secret crush. Ever since their early years she'd harboured a crush on the mech that she considered her only friend, which is why she got so angry with him asking her to help him get another femme.

"Good," she smiled "now go on," she encouraged. First, she pulled the 'not looking at you' gesture signalling him to go. He nervously reached his hand up and cupped her chin making her face up to him; he softly had his hand up her cheek as she subconsciously leaned into the contact then bit her lip "now go for it," she gulped and he nodded then leaned down slowly as she reached up, when their lips made contact, her spark almost jumped from her chest... as did his. With every passing second he gained more confidence, his arms, true to what she'd said, had actually found themselves around her waist and pulling her closer, she'd offlined her optics as she reached her arms around his neck. Then he got a bit more confident and ran his glossa across her lip practically begging for entrance, which she allowed since it was just 'practice', after a few moments of playing the Cybertronian version of tonsil hockey they separated, both feeling rather light-headed.

"...Wow," was all Jazz could say as she smiled

"Glad I could help, now go on... I've gotta go somewhere with my parents," she sighed and he nodded

"Lemme just ask you something," he grinned

"Go on"

"...If I come back for more would you blame me?" he smirked as she laughed

"Just go," she grinned and he returned the gesture then ran out. After she'd heard the front-door shut, she leaned back on her bed and sighed dreamily to herself.

As the days went by they both hadn't said a word about the make-out session in her room, as it was supposed to have been practice for the real thing with Slipstream... if Jazz ever got that far. He'd bought one of the tickets to the dance and was so far loving the fact that Psywave was extremely nervous now she knew he'd be there... she didn't know he knew, but he did.

"Jazz?" Psy asked as she got ready

"Whaaaat?" he grinned

"Could you erm... help me please?" she asked and he frowned

"With what?" he asked

"These clips, I can't reach em," she sighed giving up. For the dance the femmes participating had to wear see-through cloth garments that adorned their legs, chest and mouth. Psywave's was a deep purple garment. On her arms were silver clasps and silver bangles adorned her wrist.

"Clips?" he asked and she turned around to show five of the clasps were too far for her to reach. "Got it," he smiled then clipped them together as she gulped feeling his 'breath' so close to her neck.

"Have you talked to Slipstream yet?" she asked and he shook his head

"Nope." he answered

"Oh... she not given you the chance?" she asked dryly and he shrugged, to be truly honest, he didn't want to talk to Slipstream anymore, let alone kiss her, in his optics now... she was revoltingly annoying.

"Psywave, get on stage now! And Jazz, get in the Audience where you belong," the dance instructor shooed him away as Psy laughed whilst being guided to the stage. Jazz sat down next to Psy's father-creator, who was a bright red mech with contrasting icy blue optics. He was quite tall as well, and built like a Cybertronian bulldozer (meaning MASSIVE).

"She's been practicing this for around two months now..." he smiled

"I saw her practicin, she's amazin," Jazz grinned

"Wow, she wouldn't even let me watch," he sighed then smirked at Jazz "you have no idea why she lets you get away with everything do you?" he asked smiling

"Cause she's my best friend?" he guessed

"No Jazz, it's because she-

Shush you two it's starting!" Psy's mother-creator shut them up as Psy appeared on the stage. Then the music started as she gulped seeing Jazz in the crowd.

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"You looked stunning!" her mother congratulated Psy as she 'blushed'

"Thanks mum," she spoke

"I never knew you could dance like that," her father frowned "but it was amazing nonetheless." He smirked and she smiled then saw Jazz leaning on the door smirking at her.

"I'm just gonna excuse myself," she smiled then walked over to Jazz who grinned at her "what did you think?" she asked hoping for a compliment

"I thought you looked absolutely beautiful," he grinned as she smiled

"Jazz?" she asked

"What?"

"You're not gonna ask Slipstream...are you?" she asked, he could hear a slight plea in the tone and he smiled softly

"Nah, she's left my interest now," he replied "wanna know who's in it now?" he asked and she bit her lip then nodded. He walked up closer to her then captured her lips in a passion-filled kiss, when they broke apart; Jazz smiled down at her "you."

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"So what actually happened to Psywave?" Spike asked frowning, everyone who had been listening to Jazz's story was equally curious as to what happened to the spunky femme.

"...She was the reason i'm in this war... she was killed, by the Decepticons, she was protecting our un-born sparkling, she was shot in the chest by Starscream... I was pulled away from the fight, when I went back; I couldn't find her... she was gone." He sighed

"You 'ad a kid?" Ironhide asked shocked

"Yeah... but she was never sparked," he spoke sadly, "you know what, i'm just gonna go out for a drive... i'll see you guys later," he sighed then transformed and sped out of the base and into the night before anyone could say anything else.

Jazz had drove to the lake not far from the ARK to think about things, and how his life would have been if they hadn't of been taken away from him.

"Psywave... if you are still out there... come back," he pleaded to the glittering stars above him.

There, a little one-shot that I find the end to be rather upsetting... and I know, it probably won't make any sense at all, since it's a 'free myself from Writers Block' story... so yeah... R&R PLEASE!!! Jus tell me wha'chu think ;-)

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Song that inspired me:

Robson and Jerome's: What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted