Just a matter of time -teaser-

Just a matter of time -teaser-


~A collab that's being done between myself and Jazzmancometh. We do not own the Transformers, sadly Hasbro does. But we do own the sparklings Socket and Helena.~



Confusion.. frustration.. disappear..A real lost for words. Those were the only things to really explain the feelings the medic was now having. Feelings that he had never had with this bot.. until now that is. As he looked across the room at the bot he'd known so well. A bot that would someday become his mate.. But then he was his mate. Jazz was the medic's mate wasn't he?

Shaking his head in confusion, he read over the reports Wheeljack had made. It was all a miscalculation that's what he said. But it was much more.. much more then he was willing to handle.


Odd occurrences were something he had grown used to which was part of the reason he wasn't too to alarmed by the present situation he found himself in. There had been a flash and the next thing he knew he was standing in the lab but, things felt.. different. If the looks he was getting were any indication, but things definitely weren't what he was used to.

He had explained himself to this Wheeljack and Prime, keeping his arms cross the whole time to cover himself to stop some of the staring... And this Ratchet wasn't so... well, he didn't seem to be so willing to accept the news he was told and he was keeping his distance... occasionally he felt his optics on him, but other then that, the medic was keeping his distance from him..


Realizing he must be making Jazz uncomfortable.. he finally stood up, laying the reports aside he walked across the room to Jazz. Reaching for the Jazz's hand to offer him a helping hand up. "I suppose I should get you something to eat.. You are our guest and I'm being quite rude."

Why was he acting this way, the medic was asking himself. This is Jazz.. even if it's not the same Jazz that he was now bonded with, this would still be his future mate. To treat him like this or to lay the blame on him. Well it wasn't right. He should be trying to set his mind at ease.


He smiled as he looked at the medic, taking his hand to pull himself up right. “Thanks man.. m'sorry if'n this sorta messes up with... whatever y'got goin' on here.” he said as he looked up at him. “Not t'sure of what's... really up an'ways myself...” He gave a small shrug of his shoulders as he did a once over of the lab he stood in. Many things caught his optics, which were mostly the little toys here and there... He paid it no mind and rubbed his nose, “Could use a lil'fuel I s'pose.”


"I know I'm a bit confused myself.." The medic said as he poured Jazz an enegron. "I'm blaming it all on Wheeljack." He said with a weak smile. Hiding his fears and worries about his Jazzy.. well it was impossible to do. The thought of never getting him back, having this Jazz here for good, without the mother of his sparklings? It was unthinkable.

And if this Jazz knew the truth, what would he think of the kids. How would he react?


There was something definitely eating away at this bot as he poured him some energon. He graciously accepted the offered fuel and sipped at it. He wanted to ask, he couldn't help but want to help, Ratchet was his friend after all... but then again, this Ratchet, well, wasn't the same Ratchet he knew, and whatever it was that was bugging him he knew wasn't any of his business.
“Yah... 'Jacks pretty good at stuff like this I've noticed...” he said with a soft smile, “Regardless if'n it's here 'r there.”


"He can be down right dangerous at times.. " The medic growled thinking of all the other inventions that had gone haywire in the past. I think he should have his license revoked. Shaking his head as he thought of his own bot and where he might be right now.

"I just hope our Jazz is okay.. where ever he might be." Looking back at the Jazz that now stood before him. "Looking at you.. you remind me of the first time I met you. So young."


“Well he has his moment, but I hafta agree with that..” he said taking another long sip of his energon. He looked over the top of it at the medic before he smiled teasingly, “Why, am I old 'n haggard now?” His visor dimmed and he looked down, “Well, hopefully 'Jack 'n Percy can get it all figured out so we can both get back to where we belong..”


With a gentle smile, he thought of his Jazzy. "No.. just things have changed. In our time your now a family bot, things just change after you've been bonded Jazz." Pausing he thought of Tracks and Sunstreaker. "If you run into Tracks and Sunstreaker while your here.. you'll see what I mean."


He choked a little on his drink, “A family bot? Me?” he chuckled and shook his head, “Nah, man, I can barely take care of myself let alone a family..” He eyed him before glancing back towards the doorway, “Why... what's up with them?”


Watching him with concern, his reaction to things he'd just said. "Things change Jazz as we get older.. believe me I know." Putting his drink aside, he walked over to the invention that had caused all the trouble studying it, trying to figure the device out.

Speaking to Jazz once again. "It concerns me on how much I should actually tell you and who you might meet while your here. I don't want you to have second thoughts on your future. Because personally I think you have a great future ahead of you and you have a bot that cares for you very much."


He leaned against the wall deep in thought, “I guess...” he sighed and rubbed under his optics, “Guess that means I do finally settle down.... who I end up with? That's the question I got.” he said as he looked up at him, pulling himself up onto a counter swinging his legs as he looked at him.

“No second thoughts then?” He nodded, “I'll keep that in mind Ratchet..”


Raising an optic ridge, he watched him as he played around with Wheeljack's device. "You end up with me.." Waiting to see the reaction he might get from that, he added. "Now I'm sure you can understand why I am so worried. That's my Jazz that's traded places with you." Looking down once again at the device in front of him, he pulled out a burnt out circuit.

“You?” he looked at him, biting his lip as he fought down his smirk, “Aren'tcha just a bit too old for me man?” He leaned back on his hands as he eyed him. “I mean, well, not just a bit but...” he looked down and shook his head. “Well... uh... don't know what to say. That's.... surprising. You... the grouchy medic, I end up with you?”

Having just pulled out another ruined piece of Wheeljack's strange device he threw it back at Jazz, just missing him by a few inches. "I'll give you old.. I'll have you know I've baled your skid plate out of the scrap heap many times." Walking over to him he narrowed his optics. "As a matter of fact, you were the one to chased me first. Corner a bot in his own repair bay."


He ducked the moment the item left the medics hand to avoid getting hit, “Woah! Settle down medibot!” He frowned as he looked over at him, “I chased you?!” he jumped down off the counter jabbing his finger against the medics chestplate, “How do I know you're not making that up? That you weren't the one chasing me?”


"I looked but I wasn't the one to chase first!" He growled about to grab Jazz's finger and yank it away from him, when he heard a voice behind him, glancing back, the medic dimmed his optics as little Socket stepped in holding little Helena in her arms.

Letting out a soft sigh he looked back at Jazz. "It doesn't matter who chased who. It just happened and I'm glad it did." Going to his two Sparklings he bent down in front of them.


He was glaring at him from under his visor as he turned away. He too had heard the little voice and he leaned to peer around to see who was speaking. “Sparklings? Since when were there sparklings on Earth...” he looked them both over, looking at the medic before looking back at the medic.


Hugging the two gently he looked back at Jazz. "Like I said don't let anything you've seen in this time give you doubt about what you do in the future. Because my Jazz and these babies mean to much to me." Standing up with both sparklings in his arms he introduced the kids to Jazz. Helena giving her future momma bot an odd look reached for Jazz.


“Mine... and yours?” he murmured as he looked at the two sparklings, nodding as they were introduced but taking a step backwards as the little one reached for him. This was... bit too much too soon for him to handle, and he reacted. He put some distance between them, shaking his head as he looked at the medic. “That's what's going to happen to me? This is it?”