Good Bad Times

This just felt wrong. He knew it was for a medical purpose but still it made him uncomfortable to watch Prowl merging his spark with Jazz. He felt like he was intruding. Prowl and Bluestreak had landed on Earth only a day ago both in need of energon but other than that in good condition. He had explained to the Praxian about Jazz's condition before taking the bot to see his spark mate. Ratchet had also explained that a merge might cause Jazz's spark to jump start and flare up which is how he ended up watching this private moment between the mates. He vented Jazz would be laughing at him about the way he was acting.

Glancing to his side he at least didn't have to feel alone in this awkwardness. Ironhide and Optimus were there incase Jazz came back on line in Battle mode. They both were trying to avoid looking as much as he wanted to but because he was a medic he had to watch.

The Praxian was leaning next to his mate. Ratchet had naturally done excellent on the repair job. Jazz would be on a berth for a few days but that wasn't unexpected. Prowl slowly pushed away Jazz's chest plates to see the small spark flickering in his chest, just barley holding on. His servo ghosted above it and it flickered reaching towards him. Caught up in the small reunion he allowed a small smile to slip past his straight faced façade. Venting slowly he sent the command to open his spark chamber. His spark began to glow starting to merge unaware of the human sleeping and dreaming in Mission City holding his mate's spark.

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Amanda was sitting on Jazz's shoulder as he wandered down the empty streets of one of the cities of Cybertron. The bruises, cuts and broken bones of the night before were long gone in the peaceful dream. She twisted her head up looking at the tall buildings trying to ignore the annoyed and dread that was coming off the normally pleasant bot.

"So where are we now?"

"Kaon," His voice gruff and lacking his accent. "…in the southern hemisphere of the planet."

"Isn't this where most of the cons came from?" He nodded. "Then why are we here?"

Jazz was quite for a moment before pointing out. "You see that dome like building?"

"Yeah but barely it's…" Her voice dipped low wavering in fear. "…rather dark over there."

"It's called The Pits. Yes, exactly like where you just were." He said answering her before she could ask. "I want to show you that place." And as if did the images around them began to fade as the other place shifted into position. Amanda leaned in closer to Jazz the darkness was there a lot of it but it stayed out of the area Jazz had created.

Through the dark she could make out the top of the building. There was no roof and it opened to the sky but it reached out violently with the spikes with the heads of long dead bots on them. The dark energon stained walls lead down to the seats, simple and cheap bench seats perfect for an unruly crowd. There was an observation box with a throne and several more high class seats neat it. It hung slightly over the field that was an off color from long lost fights. It reminded her a lot of the Roman coliseums.

"Why are we here?" She demanded trying to hide the quiver in her voice. She really didn't like this place.

"This is what happened to a lot of bots that fell into debt. They thought they could fight it off, win it back and go home but you can't it's dangerous and once you get in the deep end there is no coming back."

Amanda stiffened and a small sneer crept across her lips. "Put me down." She growled out low. Jazz didn't need to be told twice by that tone and he lowered her to the ground. She stood as he straightened to his full height. "I'm not going to get sucked into something bad. I've run the rings before."

"Not the ones you're in now and I don't trust Chris."

"You don't know him." She said low turning from him. Amanda had known this was coming from the first time Jazz came in contact with Chris he had been giving off a rolling feeling of disgust. The bot looked down at her and vented.

"I just can tell it's part of my job to know who and who not to trust."

"Your job?"

"I…I worked under cover for the Enforcers."

Amanda whirled around to stare up at him. "You're a cop!"

Jazz waved his servo dismissing the topic. "That's a moot point. Chris is dangerous."

"I know him! You don't." She snapped at him. "If you and I had met another time you would have said the same about me. Chris and I are the same we fight and bite and try to survive but in the end we can't live here. This world is for righteous people. The ones that don't have a history like ours." His words came out of her mouth because they fitted, because she believed them. She looked down at her feet. "We don't have a value anymore. No one wants us because of what we did to survive before."

"Amanda…" He started but froze, his spark pulsing. Pain rushed through Amanda's chest and grabbed for his leg missing it. She hit the ground with a grunt Jazz followed suit only seconds later. The anger and hate that had been bubbling up in her was replaced quickly with fear. She whimpered at the pain and reached out for Jazz. He could fix it he always did in the dreams. The silver bot's head rolled to the side and he lifted his visor. Amanda got a good look at his optics as he reached for her.

Her eyes widened as he started to disappear. It was like when they shifted from one place to another. He was fading in and out. Fading without her. Amanda fought the tearing sensation in her chest as she struggled to her feet. "Jazz." She said on her knees her one hand gripping at her chest. He couldn't leave her here. Leave her with the dead and dark.

"Amanda." He answered with only a small whisper but it was lost as the darkness began to whisper again.

Red hair flared out as she whipped her head back and forth. The shadows were getting darker the more he faded. "Jazz please." The words came as a whimper. He chased away the dark. She could sleep at night. Still he couldn't move and was fading. "Jazz!" She screamed getting her feet under her.

"Amanda." His optics darted around then settled back on her. "Run." He whispered low as he disappeared.

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Jazz opened his optics to meet the face plates of a bot he hadn't seen in Vons. A weak smile crossed his face. "Hey Prowler." He swore the corners of the bot's lip plates turned up. His visor dimmed and he fell in to recharge.

Jazz Slept.

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"No." She collapsed where he had been the tearing pain gone but now something else sat there. It was heavy and hollow. She felt empty. Amanda didn't have long before the place started to shift and whispers of hate started to gain on her. Raising her head she could see the darkness moving across the ground at her. Scrambling up she started off trying to find the safety that she hadn't needed for weeks.

Amanda Ran.