Stranded in the Middle of Nowhere [Jazz/Prime]

[Christopher Prime]

Chris had passed scared hours ago, now he was just plain terrified. He wondered where the Autobots were he had called them hours ago. He didn't know what to do, didn't know where he was... He was stuck at some run down 7-11 in the middle of nowhere where his idiotic friends had ditched him. It was getting late, it was at least eleven o'clock at night now, and there was no sign of a ride. "Come on guys, get me out of here..." He muttered. There was a lot that could happen to a young teen stranded in the middle of nowhere, and that made him all the more paranoid that something could and would happen.

[{{J|azz]>]

Not being able to help but be late, a silver sports car was already rumming it's engine from afar down the road. Some random rap song, the only thing that came close to what Jazz liked, had come on the radio and he desperately needed some sort of music. It was either that or Ballet music and he wasn't even going to consider that one as a joke. Chris was probably becoming impatient and feeling a bit scared by now.

Jazz sped up a bit, there seemed to be hardly any traffic at all on this semi-chilly night. He caught sight of the 7-11 and finally slowly to a gentle stop. Unhappy about a couple scratches, even though they were quite small, he was trying his best to hide them. He hated getting his paint job buffeted in fights, he just had to get help to fix it again, though he still loved the fights. The door to the passenger's seat opened with a ksh. "Need a lift lil britches?"

[Christopher Prime]

The sounds of Jazz's voice made him leap to his feet. He ran and if he had been in robot form would have hugged Jazz tightly. He got in the car, body trembling, he closed the door calmly. "Jazz, you don't know how glad I am to see you." He murmured, still shivering from the cool night air "I was so scared...." He admitted in a decidingly quiet voice. He really had been, the whole day itself had just been scary, needless to say.

[{{J|azz]>]

Jazz couldn't help but chuckle as Chris jumped then ran right for him. After Chris hopped in, the music stopped and the sound of a heater's fan lightly buzzed. "G'teh see ya too short." He had started driving again, only about thirty miles per hour though. He heard Chris other comment and would have smacked himself upside the head for how late he was. "Sorry I'm late, had to deal with some 'Cons." He slightly muttered, loud enough for Chris to hear though. "Where do you want to go? I've got plenty of time."

[Christopher Prime]

"I don't care where we go... Just get me out of here." Chris replied, resting against Jazz's seat and taking in the heat calmly. He didn't want to relay the day's events to Jazz just yet. He knew how protective the mech was and he would likely freak out if he knew. So the longer he waited most likely, the better. "It's ok Jazz, I understand. The 'creeps are back you're all busy." He told him calmly.

[{{J|azz]>]

"Alright, out of here here we come." Jazz chuckled in slight sarcasm. Taking a couple easy turns on the road he kept driving, waiting for them to get somewhere interesting. "Aw well, I don't mean to be Chris I'm sorry. I hurry up and finish then come see you though, always as I promised when you were young. And if you're havin' a bad time, I'll drop it and come anyways lil britches." Taking another gentle turn he continued going forward. "If you need music lemme know, you seem beat today. How's it been for you?" The seat Chris sat on adjusted a bit back just so it was comfortable enough to lay on slightly.

[Christopher Prime]

Chris leaned slightly into the seat as it shifted. He needed to say something, and he knew Jazz would listen, and not judge, at least not too harshly. "Jazz I did something really stupid tonight... No not really stupid incredibly stupid." His voice stuttured out, tears were forming in his eyes "I went out with those college guys that Dad told me to stay away from... Primus I was so stupid... They picked up some girls..." He shook his head "We went to the seven-eleven, and one of them... She was kind of hitting on me... I didn't think anything could happen."

It was then that his voice got low and almost hoarse from fear. "She brought me into a room... Alone and she tried... She tried to... You know..." He shook his head "When I refused they left and ditched me..." He was shaking "Dammit why didn't I listen to Dad when he told me those assholes were bad news?" That whole situation had shaken Chris up pretty badly. He hadn't been ready for something like that, and the way it had happened was not exactly the way he wanted it to happen.

[{{J|azz]>]

Jazz's concern could be felt, the heaters letting up just a bit so that it wouldn't become to hot for Chris. "It can't have been-" He was going to say that bad until Chris had told the rest. Dear god... "You should have listened..." Jazz trailed off but then regained his voice with a sigh. "Your father." Jazz couldn't help feeling a bit sad at the moment, he should have been here, it wasn't his fault when technically his father didn't warn him.

Then a bit of anger hit him. "Which way did they go?" He began picking up exhaust fumes from the last car that was around awhile ago, a slight wreak of alcohol and some sort of drug usage lingered within it. He had already started to speed up, he wouldn't hurt him he knew better, but he would at least give them a good scare.

Asking Chris had been useless since with his mind set on it, he had already begun chasing the trail that was rather stale. Though, after about ten minutes or so it seemed to thicken and become fresher. They were going to get a good screaming at from him, and at least need a new rug by the time he was finally through. The trail seemed to come up even stronger now, fifteen minutes into it after majorly speeding and sending debree on the road earlier. He had pulled up to some, what looked like an abandoned barn, but seemed to be roaring loud with music. The passenger seat door opened and the seat gently slid Chris out momentarily onto his feet. He was quick to roll out into his true form and running towards the barn. "I'll be right back!"

[Christopher Prime]

Chris was almost dumbfounded by the anger that Jazz was expressing. If he didn't know any better (and he didn't) he would say Jazz was showing the reactions a Father would show. And he hadn't even had sex, the girl had backed off especially after learning he was sixteen. "Jazz, are you o-?" Chris was kicked out the car before the rest of the sentance was complete.

"JAZZ, don't!" He shouted after the mech, unaware of why Jazz was as pissed off as he was. This wasn't a mirror of a Father's reaction, this was a Father's reaction. "They aren't worth it!" He attempted to run after the mech.

-The College Guys-

"Guys, I kinda feel bad about ditchin' the kid." One, obviously drunk boy stepped from the car, looking at his two friends "Think we should go play rescue?"

"Hell no, that annoying little brat nearly cost us the chicks." Another snickered "Let the idiot walk home, or get a ride from one of his 'Autobot' family members of his." Another, even more drunk said.

"Yeah, like that little kid would be spawned from an Autobot. If he was and I were the Autobot, I'd have left him off on an abandoned dirt road." The third, who had some weed in his hand snickered "Pansee is lucky this wasn't a frat initiation. He would have had to do it, or we'd have no virgin to sacrifice."

[{{J|azz]>]

Chris had failed in his attempt to have Jazz back off as he stormed in right to the scent on the college twits that he was going to scare the living day lights out of. His ''teeth'' grit in anger as he curled his hands into fists, arms swinging angrily as he finally caught eye of them and shook the ground slightly with each stomping step.

"AY! YOU THE LITTLE MOTHERS WHO F*CKED WITH MY WING MAN? DO YOU WANT AN *SS KICKIN'?! HUH?! DO YA?! PULL YOUR MOTHER F*CKIN' HEAD OUT YOUR *SSES AND FACE YOUR ACTIONS YOU DUMB SH*TS FOR POT HEADS!" He shook his fist angrily at them, towering over them in a large booming voice that would seem small to others of his kind, by giant and scary to humans of course. "I SHOULD BUT EVERYONE ONE OF YOUR MOTHER F*CKIN' HEADS FOR THE SH*T YOU PULLED OFF TONIGHT! YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY LEAVIN' A KID TO FEND FOR HIMSELF LIKE THAT?! HUH? DO YA?!?!" Jazz's eyes caught their car where he slammed a fist into the hood, denting it severely and turning back, knowing how much humans, especially college students loved their ''rides'' and would show them off. To bad, their car looked pretty expensive. Spinning rims, blasting music, such a fine paint job. Or well, once fine. "NEXT TIME YOU DO THAT THAT'S WHAT YOUR F*CKIN' FACES WILL LOOK LIKE YA HEAR?!"

[Christopher Prime]

Chris watched Jazz with dumbfounded disbelief. In all sixteen years of his life, Chris had done stupid things... Lots of them. But he had never seen Jazz go ape shit on someone like he just had. His mouth gaped as he saw the boys run for dear life to their car, he swore one of them had pissed their pants. There was the screeching of tires, lots of screaming, and the care was gone.

At first all of his words were caught in his throat, even as he stepped beside Jazz, his eyes looking up and widening. "Jazz, what was that? I've never seen you like that..." He commented, looking at the mech "That was like Uncle Bee after Nick came back home with all those bruises..." He murmured.

[{{J|azz]>]

Jazz had crossed his arms with a slight growl, blowing off steam as much as he could as he watched them flee like the cowardice wimps they were. "Why do I always get the little guys?"

Though Jazz jumped a little when he was reminded the whole thing was about Chris who had just observed something that was not usually Jazz. "Uh eh yeah, sorry bud, I've been er... Having a rough night is all." He said, pulling off a yawn the best he could and turning around. "Guess uh.. Well, they won't be messing with you anymore hm?" Out of the silence as he knew Chris was lifting an eye brow at him as if stating 'yeah right, and in a minute or two blue fairies are going to fly out my *ss and spread the land with joyous pixie dust from pink turnips'

Out of being slightly nervous, he had always been bad at excuses, and he hated lying to Chris, especially Chris. He put his hands behind his back innocently and seemed to rock back and forth, evading Chris's stare even though he felt like he was staring him straight in the eyes. "Uh, wanna go see a movie, my treat."

[Christopher Prime]

Chris looked at Jazz with not quite that look but soemthing very simmilar. That was deffinently un-Jazz like and really reminded him of Bee that one time. "Jazz, what was with you? That wasn't you having a bad night." He replied, shaking his head slightly "I've seen you having a bad night... But... But... That was not it." He explained, shaking his head slightly. He didn't know what else to say, he just stood there, waiting for some kind of explanation. "The movie can wait until I get some kind of answer."

[{{J|azz]>]

Jazz was trying hard to think of something else, but with his rattling bolts lose in his head that were very important to how he thought, he was having the hardest time ever on this. Jazz decided to teach some college kids a lesson, surprise. No no that wouldn't work... He needed to see a shrink because he developed anger problems. Nope.. Not it either. It was.. Opposite day? Damn he sucked at this big time.

Jazz's arms hung as he slouched forward with a heavy sigh. What's the point if he was going to lose this battle against Chris anyways? "I'll tell you.. but.. Promise me you won't run and go I HATE YOU!!!! okay? We need to.. Have a talk..."

[Christopher Prime]

Chris's mouth gaped a bit yet again, he didn't know what would make him do that. Jazz was one of the bots he was closest to. Hell, he had taken some of his first steps to Jazz when he learned to walk. Why would he hate him? "Ok Jazz, I promise, but there's not much you could say that would make me do that." He crossed his arms slightly, took a deep breath and stood there, waiting for whatever Jazz was going to tell him.