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Losing Control	By : GabrielC Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 4231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Solar Cycle – 1 day

Cycle – 1 hour

Stellar Cycle – 1 year

Astrosecond – 1 second

Deca-cycle – 2 weeks

//comm. speak//

****

Solar cycles turned into deca-cycles for Jazz. For the most part Megatron was quite amenable with his captive. On the good days Jazz found himself to be treated rather well. Good energon, free to move about Megatron’s quarters and even on the odd occasion he was allowed to listen to music. Megatron, on these occasions was very attentive to his prize, preferring to pleasure him slowly and tenderly before initiating interfacing.

Jazz simply zoned out during interfacing. He couldn’t deny that Megatron knew how to please a mech but he was still the enemy, no matter how tender he was with him, Jazz would never allow himself to see him as anything other than his enemy. The one, who had taken his freedom, convinced his friends he was dead, stripping him of all hope. He was sorely reminded of these facts on those bad days.

The dark days when Megatron was angry for one reason or another. Usually it was because he’d been defeated yet again by the Autobots. Those were the times Jazz dreaded. Megatron was cruel and violent and made sure Jazz knew his place. The punishment could last for cycles and usually ended up with Jazz being taken to the repair bay or having to be tended to by Hook because he was too injured to move.

When Jazz knew a battle was occurring he would sit in the corner of the darkened room, hugging his knees to his chest, praying to Primus that if Megatron lost then it would be this time he would be offlined for good. It was waiting in those quiet lonely cycles that Jazz secretly hoped that if Megatron had to survive that he did so in victory. The thought of Megatron defeating his friends however and him secretly wishing for it, filled him with spark crushing shame.

Jazz on-lined his optics, he’d been waiting for cycles for Megatron to return. It was excruciating not knowing the outcome of the battle. He tightened his grip on his knees as noises could finally be heard in the base. Jazz’s spark fluttered in his chest, apprehension and fear gripping him tightly. It hadn’t been many solar cycles since Megatron’s last foul mood, he was still sore, still ached from the damage he’d suffered.

His tanks barely filled jolted as footsteps approached the door. Jazz ceased his absent rocking and froze. Muffled voices sounded heated outside the door. Jazz’s optics widened, it did not sound good. Light flooded the room. Jazz flinched away from it as the door closed softly. He could only stare as red optics narrowed at him from across the room.

“Come to me.” Megatron’s hard voice made Jazz’s spark shiver in its chamber. His extremities started shaking involuntarily. He couldn’t risk angering Megatron further. He slowly got to his feet obediently.

“No... crawl to me on your hands and knees, like the disgusting pleasurebot that you are.”

Jazz squeezed his optics closed, his intakes hitching as he dropped to his knees. Progress across the floor was slow in his weakened state. He kept his head low, optics staring at the hard floor, not even daring to make any sound in protest.

Megatron leered at the broken ‘bot crawling towards him. His optics taking in every inch of his black and white frame. He stroked the helm gently as Jazz knelt before him, his head low, his frame trembling despite his best efforts not to show his fear.

Megatron was impatient, he wanted his slave, his pet to suffer for his fellow Autobots’ arrogance. He unsheathed his hard spike, gripping Jazz’s sensitive horns as he did so. He yanked back the black helm hard, Jazz gasped in pain then whimpered pitifully as Megatron shoved his full length into his warm mouth, not giving him any time to adjust, he pulled out as Jazz gagged and thrust once again hard, muffling Jazz’s soft cries.

Megatron’s optics flickered as he continued his hard thrusts, holding tightly onto Jazz’s helm, the heat was building rapidly around his spike. He let out a soft groan of pleasure, forcing Jazz to taste him, swallow him before shoving the ‘bot to the floor. He growled lustfully as transfluid smeared Jazz’s mouth, dribbling down his chin. Oh yes, he was going to make that sweet mouth scream for him.

****

Jazz lay on the floor where Megatron had left him. His tirade of abuse had been cut short by alarms filling the base and Soundwave’s even voice declaring there to be an intruder on board over the comm.

Jazz curled inwards wishing his spark would just fade rather than having to endure this imprisonment any longer. Nobody would ever come for him, he was alone.

The alarms died, but Decepticons could still be heard shouting and running past the slightly ajar door, continuing their search for the elusive intruder. Jazz flinched as loud hollers came closer to the room. Starscream’s shrill voice. He froze where he lay as he heard the faint click of the door as it closed.

No. He wasn’t going to live like this. He’d force Megatron to offline him for good. Faint steps moved from the door in the dark room. Jazz blinked from his obscured position beside the berth. He couldn’t make out anyone in the darkness but his keen audio sensors could pick up air intakes.

Revenge and anger coloured his thinking, despite his weakened, injured state he launched himself forward. He collided with something solid and the mechs crashed to the floor. Jazz could only see Megatron’s face through his rage, laughing at him, mocking him. He cried out, letting out all his pain as he rained down blows on his abuser.

The larger mech grunted as the ‘bot laid into him. His cloak shimmered as he concentrated his efforts on defending himself. Gripping the mech’s armour Mirage shoved the smaller frame to the floor. Finding his footing his intakes coming in pants he prepared to kill the mech before he was discovered.

A blue visor flashed in his direction as the smaller mech snarled at him angrily. Mirage couldn’t help but stare as a faint whisper escaped his lips.

“Jazz...?”

The mech charged for him again, he was however weak and losing energon. Mirage grabbed Jazz’s arms and shoved him hard against the wall. “Jazz! It’s me, Mirage... don’t you recognise me?!”

Jazz struggled, the words barely registering. Blue optics stared hard at him imploring him to listen. He blinked at Mirage his fingers reaching up to touch his face plates. Mirage smiled at him sadly.

“Mirage... is that really you?” Jazz spoke softly afraid to break the image if he spoke to loud. Mirage nodded before embracing Jazz tightly.

“I can’t believe you’re alive! We saw you...” He pulled back to look at his friend. His face became grim as Jazz could only shake from fatigue and injury. He stared at his fellow Autobot in disbelief, his visor went dim and his body finally gave up. Mirage lifted him gently, activating his cloak to conceal them both.

“I’m taking you home Jazz. You’re going to be alright.” The door clicked open bathing the room in light as an unseen figure made his escape.

****

Mirage managed to escape the base, ignoring his set mission, caring only about getting Jazz out safely. Once at a safe distance he contacted his base.

//Prowl I had to abort the mission, I’m heading back.//

//What happened? Are you alright?//

The SIC sounded weary, not surprising given everything that had happened since Jazz’s apparent demise.

//You won’t believe it. Get Ratchet ready.//

//Are you injured?//

//Not me, I’ve got Jazz he’s alive Prowl... barely. I’m bringing him home.//

//Jazz...?// The SIC’s voice was a whisper of disbelief. //Understood, I’m sending out Ironhide and First Aid to meet you.// Prowl cut the comm.

Mirage patted his companion. “Nearly there Jazz. Just hold on.”

****

Prowl sat for a moment completely stunned by the revelation that Jazz, one he counted among his closest friends, was alive. He hadn’t gotten him killed. He was alive. Shaking his head he opened his comm. link.

//Ironhide...// He paused unsure how the mech would react to him.

//What do you want Prowl?// The gruff voice answered, notably quieter than usual. Prowl hung his head slightly, he knew Ironhide still blamed him was still angry at him.

//My office... now.// Prowl managed his most commanding, no nonsense tone, the one he knew Ironhide would listen to out of sheer respect for the chain of command. He didn’t expect a response and abruptly cut the comm. opening it again to contact the medics. Exhaustion began to take hold of him as he waited.

Ironhide stormed into his office his face like thunder. “Just what the frag is so important?! I was in the middle of training.” He planted his palms on the desk his optics glaring down at Prowl. The SIC glanced up at the red mech from beneath his red chevron.

“I’m not sure how to tell you this but...” He dipped his head and tapped the tips of his tapered fingers on the desk in distraction. Might as well come out and say it. A small smile greeted Ironhide’s scowl when he looked up once more. “Jazz is alive.”

Ironhide’s jaw fell slack. His intakes all but stopped, without warning his strong hands hauled Prowl from his seat by his collar fairing almost dragging him over the desk.

“Is this some kind of joke?” The red mech hissed dangerously. Prowl, recovering from the initial sudden movement, shook his head sharply.

“Ironhide this is me you’re talking to.” He spoke calmly, understanding Ironhide’s disbelief.

“What in Primus!” Ratchet snapped as he entered the room followed closely by First Aid. Ironhide promptly released Prowl.

“It’s alright Ratchet.” The SIC attempted to diffuse the annoyed medic.

“What the slag is going on here?!”

“I can’t believe it; I mean we saw it...” Ironhide mumbled.

Prowl turned to the medics’ confused expressions. “I’ve just received word from Mirage that Jazz is alive, he’s on his way back now. First Aid I want you and Ironhide to rendezvous and escort them back, in case they encounter trouble. Ratchet, Mirage informed me that he is alive but barely, I need you to be prepared.”

“Of course.” Ratchet muttered, shocked before disappearing down the hallway.

“Now hang on a fraggin’ minute Prowl, I’m gonna’ go out there myself and keep ‘em safe until they get back!”

First Aid let out a faint chuckle as he laid a hand on Ironhide’s shoulder. “He’s already said you’re going ‘Hide.”

“He did?” Turning to Prowl. “You did?”

Prowl inclined his head an amused smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. Ironhide flashed him a grateful grin. “Thanks.” He turned to First Aid slapping him on the back. “Well what are we waiting for?” They raced from the office.

Prowl sank into his chair wearily. He’d barely recharged since watching the infamous data track and now he could feel the light lift of release. Jazz was alive.

Prime decided to relieve Prowl from duty for the next couple of solar cycles upon finding his SIC slumped over his desk in much needed recharge and being unable to rouse him.

****

The base was a bustle of disbelief and excitement. News that Jazz was alive spread like wildfire. Upon Mirage’s return, Jazz was whisked to the med bay, which Ratchet promptly locked after throwing Ironhide out on his aft.

Ratchet leaned over his patient, his scans revealed numerous internal injuries, plus plenty of badly repaired older injuries. He let out a gasp of shock as he scanned over Jazz’s interface components. Injuries so severe he’s only seen on one mech previously. Ratchet halted his scan, shuttering his optics as he took a deep steadying intake of air.

His work lasted well into the following solar cycle; before Ratchet felt satisfied that he was finished. He waited for Jazz to online.

The blue visor flickered as Jazz’s head turned slightly to glance up at the medic. His face plates lit up in a wide smile. “Ratchet, ya have no idea how good it is to see your face.”

Ratchet smirked as Jazz reached up weakly to pull the medic into an embrace. “How are you feeling” Ratchet asked after finally managing to extricate himself from Jazz’s grasp.

“I’m just glad to be back. Thought I was really going to offline back there, either by my hand or Megatron’s.” Jazz shook his head in a grimace as he recalled his time spent in Megatron’s clutches. “How long was I gone?”

“Too long, almost two deca-cycles.” Ratchet busied himself with attached cables so Jazz could sit up. “It’s been just short of chaos here, tensions like you wouldn’t believe.”

Jazz frowned. “Tensions?”

“Mmhmm, Ironhide and Prowl, well more Ironhide to be honest. Prowl pretty much just took the abuse, didn’t even bother to stand up for himself. Prime had to intervene, it got ugly. Ironhide spent a few solar cycles in the brig and Prowl... well he’s pretty much avoided everyone. Buried himself in his work, won’t speak to anyone. Prime had to order him to unlock his office door after three solar cycles and found him practically stasis locked over his desk, shortly after we heard about your rescue.” Ratchet’s expression changed from sadness to irritation. “The fragger hadn’t recharged or refuelled in almost half a deca-cycle!”

Jazz listened, his jaw slack. It was unheard of for Prowl to lose control like that and Ironhide what had he been thinking? After everything that Prowl had been through with the seekers.

“Why?” He whispered not entirely sure he wanted to know.

“Ironhide blamed him, he took your death hard, we all did but... Ironhide took it out on Prowl, blamed him for sending you on the mission and I daresay there was some jealousy behind it too.”

“Jealousy?”

“Come on Jazz everyone knows how close you and Prowl are.”

“But we’re not...I mean we used to be but... not for a long time...”

“I know that but Ironhide is one paranoid glitch when it comes to those he cares about. Too afraid to admit it too.” Ratchet shook his head once more, his face holding a firm scowl.

“Strange things have been going on around here.” He mused almost talking to himself.

Jazz’s optics narrowed behind his visor. “Define strange doc.”

“Mechs getting jumped on their patrol routes, defences getting attacked at their weakest points, it’s like they know where to hit us.”

Jazz remained quiet, taking in everything the medic told him. He stared into his lap, his fingers trailing over an in feed energon line in his arm. “Ratchet?” His usual cheery voice was subdued, grim. The medic eyed him curiously.

“I need to see Prime and Prowl if possible.” He glanced up at the medic’s frown.

“Jazz you need rest, debriefings can wait.”

“Right now Ratchet. I’m afraid this can’t wait.”

“What’s so fraggin’ important that you can’t recover first?” Ratchet was visibly irate. Jazz couldn’t look him in the optics.

“I can’t tell you Ratchet... please just get them here.”

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