ONE-SHOTS || TRANSFORMERS

• || TFA Jazz X Female Techno-organic

"1,2,3. 1,2,3. Spin. 1,2,3. Stop. 1,2,3. Ju—!"

The young ballerina dancer let out a small hiss while caressing her probably sprained ankle. She let out a sigh, and buried her head between her legs, her rasped out breaths slowly evening to a calmer one. "Great. Just greeat. I'm never going to be a slagging ballerina."

With that thought on her head, she stood up— albeit a little woozy and leaning on her left side. She just groaned at that, and continued her walk to the changing rooms, changing her clothes to her usual boyish ones before bagging her ballerina clothes and going out of the room.

She walked out of the studio and got out to the cold night air. Her face massively lighting up at the coolness it gave, as she put her bag on her back. She got to her usual place, a willow tree placed beside a cliff with the view of her town.

What she didn't expect was someone unknown to her, to dare sit from her tree. She frowned a little at that and checked the time internally on her head.

3:30 P. M.

'Okay, who would go to this place in this god-forsaken time? Seriously? That is my spot, you stranger!'

She angrily marched on that direction—well, as angry for a sprained person to walk, which is really, really hard. "... Frag." She huffed, standing in front of the stranger with her arms placed on her waist, and a frown on her lips.

"Hey, stranger. That's my spot." She bluntly claimed, gaze boring to the white and grey cybertronian, noticing his insignia of a Cybertron elite guard. She's well informed on who's sides who.

The Autobot stirred slightly but didn't wake up. Which only caused her to be more annoyed and instead took a seat beside him. Their height difference highly differentiating from each other.

"Fine, sit there all you want. Hmph." She said, crossing her arms over to her chest, and stretching her legs out, whilst facing at the full moon.

"Who you callin' a stranger, lil lady?"

She turned to the mech, and let out a huff. "You obviously. You don't honestly expect me to have some laser eyes that'll give me your name, do I?"

"Guess my designation then."

"Sleazy ninja? S. N.?"

"Oh, c'mon. You can do much better than that!" She heard the mech chuckle beside her, as he seemed to move and sit straight.

"It's either bastard or S. N. Your pick." She mocked, earning another chuckle from the mech. "Seriously? There's nothing even funny about that, you arse."

Jazz for the first time turned his helm to the stubborn person beside him, and what he saw sent him into awe. She looked like nature herself, black hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. Nothing was special on her at all, nothing even to give away that she's a techno.

"How 'bout Jazz?" He said, which made the techno turned at him in curiosity while he gave her a smile, making a small smile appear on her lips.

"S. N. Then."

Jazz just laughed along with it, and stood up. Turning to the techno and offering his servo to her, she looked at it with a raised eyebrow and looked up at him. "Let me take your trouble away."

The techno gave him a deadpan look and gestured to her sprained ankle, "I can't dance. Sprained my ankle. Now, sit down and talk to me. I'm interested." She said, surprising Jazz from her bluntness. The techno saw that, and gave him a crooked smile. "Not into types like me, huh? That's fine, you can just go away if you don't want to." She added, turning away her attention from him, and looking back at the moon.