Lifelong Sport [Jazz/Open]

[Christopher Prime]

Chris sighed slightly, the six year old was doing his best to try the task at hand and failing. He was in the recreation center of the base, where the adult basketball hoop was. Chris had always liked basketball and always had a peewee hoop. But he wanted to learn to play for real.

Optimus was supposed to teach him that afternoon. But he had been dragged, rather sadly, into a meeting. Though he had promised Chris he'd teach him tomorrow, Chris, being stubborn had decided to try and teach himself. Once again, he threw, not very well at that, and it fell several inches from the rim bouncing away. "It isn't fair, why can't I shoot it right!" He whined slightly, getting upset now. Possibly maybe even a little embaressed.

Walking over to the ball, he picked it back up and began dribling with two hands. This time he threw it hard, it hit the rim, but it then went flying forward and bounced it's way out the door. He pouted, beggining to walk for the door and hopefully the ball had not hit anyone.

[{{J|azz]>]

Jazz had a beat stuck in his head and was humming to it. He had just managed to get out of a meeting early after he was no longer needed, and worshiped the light outside the room afterward. It was as if he had been stuck in an underground cell four four years, the meeting hand gone on so long with a few arguments on war plans and such, others on city damages and cost repairs. Most of it, classified of course.

Though it wasn't like he could take a break just yet, he was sent out to file more paper work, oh joy. What every 'bot wanted to do on a daily basis. No one else was around in the halls right now he could afford to have a bit of fun on the way. Taking a smooth spin he shuffled backwards before sliding to the side and taking another semi slow spin to skid down the hall. Though passing by another office, he began to walk normally as if he were innocent of goofing off for a moment. Jazz was known to stay on task, but when there was a song or beat stuck in his head he had to let it out. What better time when no one was around?

About to spring another move, there was a loud TWUNK sound as a ball bounced off the wall and smacked him in the chest. Looking a bit confused whatever beat had been there slipped away and allowed him to catch the ball before it fell with ease. Holding the basket ball in one hand he smiled a bit, knowing who exactly would be playing with it. He tried not to be to sad about how he had to keep the biggest secret he could possibly imagine from the kid, but it was for his own good. He looked up at Prime as his father, and that's the way it was going to stay. Walking further down the hall he slipped in through the door way, spinning the ball on his index right finger. "What's happenin lil man?"

[Christopher Prime]

Chris jumped slightly, knowing the voice was robotic he was afraid he might have hit his Dad or Ironhide, but upon seeing Jazz grinned lightly. "Hey Uncle Jazz!" He said chipperly smiling, he watched him spin the ball with amazement. How he wished he could do that.

"Oh uh... Dad was supposed to teach me to play today. But he has a meeting." Chris said, trying not to sound sad or dissapointed, but most likely failing "So I'm trying to teach myself." He said with a shrug.

[{{J|azz]>]

Jazz already knew of course that Optimus was at a meeting, he hadn't seem so thrilled about going to it either. Jazz tossed the ball lightly to Chris for him to catch easily and rubbed his chin in his usual playful way when he was around Chris. "No one to teach you Basket Ball? Now that won't do. How about I take a swing in and help?" Chris of course never seemed to be afraid when Jazz picked him up, but he didn't do it suddenly anyways. Walking over and reaching down, her carefully picked Chris up and held him at the hoop's height just a couple feet away. "Take a shot buddy, you can do it. You want to throw over your head with your arms completely straight after it's air born, not bend your elbows and squat dig?" And even some how, Chris always understood what Jazz was saying even through his slang. He took whatever time he ever could just to spend with him, it was the least he could do for what he did. Plus, he just wanted to be there as much as he could. His mind strayed away from the possibility of getting in trouble for not filing paper work and playing around instead, though he was sure he wouldn't mind it anyways.

[Christopher Prime]

Chris smiled a bit and looked up at Jazz calmly, before he could answer Jazz the silver mech had already picked him up. He was a bit surprised by this but smiled a bit. In a way, in the back of his head he always wondered why Jazz would take time out of his own work to play with him. But Chris, being so young, didn't really thing on it or ever think that Optimus may not be his Father after all. In all truth, Jazz was his Father, but he wouldn't know that for at least a few more years, maybe longer.

"I think so." Chris responded, doing what Jazz said, it was relatively easy to get it in the hoop. Thought it still took some effort for Chris to gather the right strength to do so. "I did it!" He said triumphently, not even thinking that Jazz holding him up was a factor. Any little kid would just be happy to make a shot, Chris was no exception.

[{{J|azz]>]

"Woo hoo!" Being six years old, Chris just as any other little kid, would want the recognition. Setting Chris on his shoulder and holding onto him careful he ran into a random circle then scooped up Chris and set him back down on the ground. "Great job! You're a natural." Not sure if anyone would notice or not about the shaking of the Recreation Center.

Spotting the ball, Jazz picked it up carefully and bounced it from index finger, to index finger before tossing it up and lifting a leg up backwards to hit it off his foot and through the hoop's net. Catching it again he handed it back to Chris. "When you grow a bit more, I'll teach you how ta do that if you want." Then of course came the next part, Jazz acted big and tough as he stood just under the hoop with his arms out as if he were actually going to catch. "Take a shot!" His plan of course being to ''accidentally'' help it into the hoop if need be. "Remember, over your head and put some step up into it."

[Christopher Prime]

Chris giggled lightly as Jazz acted the way he did. Of course, even thought it was just the type of recognition you'd give any kid. "That'd be awesome!" He said as he watched Jazz do that. He caught the ball calmly as Jazz gave it to him.

What happened next, neither Jazz or Chris himself could probably have predicted. Facts were, and this would become even more evident as he grew up. Chris was a natural at Basketball. He sighed, doing as Jazz had taught him, the ball flew, hit the square of the backboard, and went into the hoop.

Chris himself was taken back by this, the last few times, he had failed until Jazz came along. And the hoop was huge, even a small boy like him hadn't expected that. "D-Did I really do that?" He looked up at Jazz.

[{{J|azz]>]

Jazz just chuckled, Chris seemed so innocent a pure. He wondered how long it would last, he was just thankful he knew he chose the right 'bot to raise Chris properly. He'd obtain leadership skills, people skills, communication skills, and how to respond to authority at the least. He was also happy to be allowed to be apart of Chris's life, he didn't mind being called Uncle at all.

He stood ready, ready to knock the ball into the hoop himself. Watching Chris take perfect stature he watched as the ball flew over his head, bounced off the black board, and ricocheted into the hoop. His jaw dropped slightly, looking bat at the six year old, then again at the hoop. His sight trailed where the ball bounced on the floor a few times before it's momentum slowing and causing it to roll to a soft and gentle stop.

Looking back over at Chris he was quiet for a moment before picking the ball back up and tossing it to him. ".. Uh.. Apparently." He replied back, not sure what else to say besides... "That was amazing!"

[Christopher Prime]

Chris looked down almost embaressed, he didn't know if Jazz was serious really. He looked up at the robot, who to him was massive. Mostly because Chris hadn't gone through any sort of growth spurt to make him realize that Jazz was acutally pretty small by Transformer standards. "Really, it was?" He asked chipperly with wide eyes.

He really had not expected Jazz to say that though that was not normal. Few kids were able to take on a gift with a sport, but apparently Chris was one of them. Then again, his Father was Jazz, who always seem to know just how to move. Not to mention Jazz clearly had basketball skills of his own.

If one knew Jazz's secret, they would have no doubt in their mind that Chris clearly had inherited his skill at Basketball from Jazz. If not, they'd think the same about him getting it from Optimus, who himself dabbled in basketball once in a while.

He shot yet again, but this time, it didn't quite seem to be ready to make it, as it twirled around and began tipping over the side of the rim ready to fall.

[{{J|azz]>]

[ sorry if this post sucks big time ]

Chris did clearly inherit his ''father's'' basket ball skills. He wished he could praise him like a Dad would and when he said he was just like his Dad he could mean his actual Dad. at least Optimus allowed Jazz to be apart of Chris's life. To Chris though, he was just an Uncle. Which was a bit ironic, earlier he had been watching something Connor flicked on from the back called The Bernie Mac Show. Only he had a step father, thinking that was his real father. In the end, after his ''Uncle'' was dead, he found one of his letters saying the Uncle that stuck by and was ALWAYS there no matter what, had turned out to be his Father. Jazz had also decided the television series was slightly amusing, but went off afterward. It was really that funny, but one always had to know what happens in the end.

"You're a real chip off the old block Chris, but only, in a unique way of your own." Yeah, he'd just put it that way.

He stepped back, carefully not to shake the floor, so that Chris could throw. Watching the ball fly up again while he was in mid step, he decided to stomp his right foot. The slight shake caused the ball to tilt the other way and fall in through the hoop with Jazz looking away innocently like he had no clue what just happened.

[Christopher Prime]

"Yeah, I know, Dad's really good at basketball." Chris grinned widely, unaware that Jazz had meant himself. He was just going by the fact Optimus was a pretty good shot when he wanted to be. "Maybe I'll be as good as he is someday, wouldn't that be awesome?" He said with all the hyperness of a six year old kid.