I am your 'Protector'

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     Jazz looks up from the battlefield, right up towards Ratchet and Optimus Prime.  The city below could be fine but it's in repair by some construction workers. Clean up crews are getting rid of the Decepticon corpses. This discussion had been decided to be secure and private. Where Decepticons are not likely to be at since Megatron's death. Nor would Starscream be here as he fears for his own spark.

      "You saw a sliver of the allspark..." Optimus Prime repeats. "Go into a humans mouth?"

      "Yes." Jazz nods.

     Ratchet rubs his chin plate.

      "And she swallowed it?" The medic asks, quite unfamiliar to humans swallowing a allspark shard.

    Jazz rubs the back of his neck.

      "She did." Jazz told them, he paces back and forth. Almost in the manner a shy or nervous human would be. "The woman ran away before I could do a thing." He takes a stop. "And I did keep an image off her face."

      Optimus Prime and Ratchet share a nod.

   "Project it, Jazz."

   \ ____________________ _______________________________

     ...At least 1 week later..

   Amber's husband, David Brookes, finall convince her to buy a  new car without him. Maybe taking the van last week was my worst idea. Her husband has been the one driving her from place to place for the past week.Grieving process is a long thing for her. But Amber has to start it doing this so she can move on without being need to be driven by some-one else.

      Mary....

   "Excuse me?" The car salesman waves his hand in her way. "Are you there?"

  Amber shook her head, biting her lip.

 "Sorry..." Amber softly told him. "Just been thinking about my friends...They died on D-Day."

   The salesman brightens his mood.

"Perhaps they will be glad you bought a new car," The Salesman opens the door for her. "Your old one was a sports van. Correct?"  

    Amber daps at her eyes with cleanex.

   "Yes." She walks out the doors, swinging her dark-green shoulder bag. "An untimely death..It was really..un-un-unexpected."

   The salesman smiles.

   "Don't pity for the one's dead, pity the people who are still alive." The Salesman guides her to the section of trucks and cars  with various models.

     Amber is overwhelmed on which one to choose.

  "I can't decide!" Amber claims, putting  the bangs out of her eyes view.The countless rows of vehicles look so good and unique, but she has no idea which one to choose. What would Selena choose? She would choose a black and gray truck. Mary? She would choose a bright Chevrolet. Regardless of a salesman being with her. 

     How can a grieving friend choose in front of good looking cars?

      "Well...what about this Toyota?"The Salesman leans both hands on a red Toyota. He pats on the roof. "It's got good mileage."

       A tear develops on Amber's left eye then comes rolling down her cheek.

     Just as she were about to accept, the most bazaar happened in the parking lot.

   S-C-REEreecch

   All the windows were broken and so were many vehicles, except for the middle Pontiac Solstice.

"Buy this one!" The Salesman said, coming to the car. This car has the model of a Pontiac Solstice hardtop.He stops right at the front part noticing something strange about it. He shrugs it off quickly as it came. "it just came in."

   Amber feels some doubt, slightly.

  "Does it have a good radio?" Amber tilts her head at the inside. "I'm a freelance music writer."

   The salesman laughs her comment off.

  "It has the latest installed radio," The Salesman reassured her, rubbing his hands together. "Gaureenteed."

   The Allspark Shard has somehow become part of Amber's baby; Just part of the elbow. Otherwise the problems her developing baby had been encountering had gone away mysteriously. The shard has a faint signature. Though detecting it is easy. The Pontanic sighs slightly moving his engine hood.

  "Di..D-D?" Amber slightly stutters, noticing the slight change.

  The Salesman is talking a storm.

  "I will get the clipboard...mrs?"

  Amber points at the hood.

  "-I-it moved." The memory of her friends death hadn't faded at all. The car parts that this 'Autobot' now made it a challenge for Amber to decide if vehicles can become robots. Just as her friends had been murdered by.

  The salesman shrugs.

  "You 'gotta better name than that?" The salesman asks, taking out  square pink edible object. He flips it into his mouth then begins chewing this 'bubble-gum' like he is an expert. He has a pen sticking out from his gray pant pocket.  

    Amber clears her throat, collecting herself.

   "Mrs.Brookes." She said, her Italian accent just rolled off her tongue. "Just Amber."

  The Salesman raises a brow.

  "Italian?"

 Amber combs through her hair.

   "I lived in Italy up until I was 8 years old, then came to America with my family."  Amber  said,easily forgetting what had paranoid her off the bat. "I need to sign the...what do you call it again? oh yes, the paperwork--I want to buy this car."

   The Salesman leaves, heading towards the door for the order.

   "The name's Jazz." Jazz spoke, startling the woman as soon as the salesman was out of earshot.

   Amber gets all defensive.

  "Who said that!" Amber looks around, her arms raised up high shielding herself. Amber proceeds to make a wild, not-able-to-be followed threat at who-ever is creeping her out. It's the vehicle freaking her out. Not a solid living person hiding behind a van. "Don't be fooling a born Italian with your life."

      There's a laugh that comes from the car.

  "Me." Jazz spoke again, sounding bemused of this.

     Amber  looks in all directions.

  "Who..the hell?" Amber rubs under her eyes,pacing back and forth. I really like this car, Amber thought. I don't want to lose my sense of reason. "I must be really grieving hard on these girls!"

  Salesman returns mid way into Amber's personal conversation.

  "I have a pen--"

  "Thank you!" Amber takes the pen and clipboard, she rushes on the signing a bit 'uneasy' and pretty 'wild' acting in terms of writing in Italian. Amber stabs the pen into the clipboard's wooden side with a big, wide grin. "I need the keys."

  The Salesman's eyes squint at the numbers and words.

 "What the hell is this number?" The Salesman flew a had up into the air. He waves it back and forth.

     "5..." Amber leans on Jazz's bumper. "Actually. it's six--No it's nine."

    The Salesman hands the keys to Amber.

   "Don't speak Italian to me," The Salesman grumbles, but Amber caught what he said. "It sounds like gibberish--I haven't taken Italian Class 101. Not my priority." 

  Amber closes her hand.

   "I will recommend some immigrents buy a windowless car." Amber tells him, not at all joking. "We'll be seeing who is the last one laughing with a empty car lot at the end of the day."

 The Salesman turns back  then heads  inside the building with a sweaty head.

 When he is out of earshot, Amber's car resumes speaking.

  "Immigrents?" Jazz repeats. "What ground of sidewalk is that?"

  Amber sharply turns herself away from the bumper.

  "People from different countries, illegal 'aliens'." Amber explains. "People are so racist and rude to them, even though it's not their fault the economy may dive into a recession or depression--wait..why am I talking to...my car?"

  Jazz takes all his intellect and knowledge in 'small' bits and pieces of human behavior into one reply.

     "I...I am your 'Protector'," Jazz claims, almost unable to say 'Protector' to a girl.

   "Sweetie," Amber puts both hands on her hips. "I do not need protecting!"

  "Yes ,you do," Jazz argues back. "You nearly  got swindled out of a good car!"

 Amber raises an eyebrow at him.

  "Wait...I just bought you." Amber looks behind her shoulder to see the salesman  appearing to be wiping his face off inside the store. She then turns straight at Jazz. "Wait...Why...Did you just really use reverse Psychology on me?"

   Jazz chuckles,opening the car door to the driver side.

  "No." Jazz said, proudly. "I did a Bumblebee."

 "...Bumble-bah-what?" She raises a finger at the door with a sharp fingernail. Her eyes even say 'this is not a joke' in a threatening manner. There is an Autobot symbol on the driver wheel. "Start explaining what you are or god help me screw your nice paint job."

    Jazz turns on the radio.

  "Looong story." Jazz tells her. Stupid idea to mention Bumblebee,Jazz thought at his untimely comment.

  Amber stands beside the door.

They have not met...yet, Jazz contemplates this situation as the woman is giving him 'Ratchets warning glare'. It's something that a Transformer would usually give when really anxious to get the straight truth and answer. Besides, telling her why he chose her may need to be decisively thought about. Before he tells how powerful the Allspark shard is.

  "I wouldn't be able to even finish it from the beginning." Jazz explains to her,in short hand. "Just think of rival gangs fighting against territory, except Autobots are the good guys and the Decepticons are the bad ones. We protect and save. Decepticons destroy and kill."

   A new song came on, this one is relatively new.

 "...What is this song?"  Amber asks,hopping into the driver seat.

   Amber buckles herself up.

   "True friend." Jazz said, as he  drove out the drive-way.

   The song sounds really catchy.

   snap-snapsnap

  Amber sang to the lyrics, on tune :

 You're a true friend

You're here till the end

You pull me aside

When something ain't right

  "Where are you planning to go?" Jazz asks, as the woman is really getting into the music,

 "Wally World!" Amber said, putting both hands on the wheel. "No...Actaully I have a kitchen full of food--oooh no we should do something far more better than that."

   Then the lyrics go on

  Won't say "I told you" when I'm wrong again

I'm so lucky that I've found...

   They pass by some cars, including a gray 1963 Volkswagen Beetle split in half by the colors of white, blue, and red. The number 53 is on the engine hood. It could be one of those Herbie vehicles (Not a team for Marvel or DC comics) that are kept for safe keep in case Disney plans to make another Herbie movie. The most good, fun loving movies come from the most unsuspecting...machinery

    A true friend!

  Jazz and Amber sang together, while Jazz took directions to some place from Amber that he really didn't bother to think about. Kids who were watching from the sidewalk were gaping at the vehicle with a driver who didn't have her hands on the wheel. It simply flabbergasted them to see this. But more importantly it did give a good idea: What if cars can drive themselves?

  "Jazz, stop," Amber presses her face against the window. "We're heeeereeee!"

  Jazz parks at the fence.

  "Roll down the window." Amber said, taking out a list. "By the way, do you take oil? People will find it weird to see me not fill my tank up as anyone else these days do."

   Jazz mumbles over the matter rolling down the windows.

 "Yes." He said, "And I have to tell you, I'm mostly here to protect the--"

   "GOood!"  Amber  pokes her head out the window. She waves at the immigrants. "Hey immigrants!"

   Many people who had been just got off a truck with some cash look up.

   "There's a cheap carshop down the block you should take a left to the cut out statue of liberty then get to the man with this unusually horrid sweat....FOR FREE!" Amber instructs the people, then she slides back into the seat. Immigrants then set out on foot and run off for these 'free and cheap' vehicles said to be good.

    Jazz chuckles as the music is so low that Amber is still singing to the lyrics.

  "So, as you were saying?" Amber asks, capable of listening to music.

  "You have an Allspark sliver in your uterus--inside your baby." Jazz explains to her. "It will be removed on your 6th month."

    Amber laughs.

  "Then may I get a real, non-tra-...transforming...transforming car?" Amber jokingly replys, as she combs through her hair, harshly recalling the menacing seeker who didn't notice her at first. And had attempted to kill Amber as well.

   There's a pause.

  "Yes; but you'll probably be sent to the most safest place from Decepticons." Jazz said, "I was there."

   Oh, it makes sense.

  "You.." Amber stutters at first.  It then came down hard it wasn't a joke.  "Were you that robot who looks like a gigantic toy with a fighter pilot visor?"

   "Uh huh," Jazz confirms for her.

  "I prefer Italy or Russia, I can easily learn Russian. I have a Russian friend." She shrugs. "So it's kind of like witness protection...Maaan,Mary would be all over this from top to bottom.." Amber closes her eyes ever so briefly. She had to get over this roadblock to grief. The grief of losing her two best friends in the entire world.

    "Yes." Jazz can feel Amber lean against the driver wheel. "Mrs...Amber Brookes, where do you live again?"

     Amber wipes off a tear.

 "I'll drive." Amber grabs on to the wheel, seeing the symbol. I may get used to this. "But I have to set some ground rules here; you fix yourself on any dents. No money comes out my wallet."

  Jazz could comply with that.

 "You a transformer. Can't you fix yourself?" Amber adds. "And you will have to keep yourself heated...the garage isn't warm all the time in winter--oh. I should start sharing my music with you, it's only proper."

"Sharing music..." Jazz echoes. "That is the best idea I heard from a human, yet!"

  Amber laughs at him.

  "So do I, so do I." Amber said, putting her purse on the passenger seat. She just didn't know what lay ahead on the road with a gigantic guardian who claimed to be her protector over some small...piece in her child's body. Nothing would ever be the same, not ever. I feel there's going to be a great friendship from this.

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