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Runaway	By : MissShelz Category: S through Z > Transformers (Movie Only) > Transformers (Movie Only) Views: 3867 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Transformers . I only own the OCs and the plot. I make absolutely no profit from this story.

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            It was later that night and Brie found that she was unable to sleep. She was used to working late hours and rising too early. As a consequence she had been running on too little sleep for so long that she was unable to break free from the routine. She rubbed at her burning eyes. That was something she never got used to though she had learned to live with it. She could only wonder exactly how she appeared to the others.
She sat on the edge of the cot she had been provided and stared blankly at the door. After a rather large dinner, well large for her anyways, Epps had escorted her back to her room. With a charming smile and a wink he had left her alone. She had changed into a pair of shorts and a tee shirt to sleep in before lying down. Unfortunately after nearly two hours of tossing and turning she had given up and sat up. Now she was trying to figure out a way to occupy herself until sleep came to visit.
            Feeling a bravery that she had long thought deserted her, she stood and moved to the door. She opened it slowly and peered out, scanning both ways before leaving the safety of her room to explore. Seeing neither human nor ‘Bot, she stepped out into the hallway and for a moment felt horribly exposed and nearly darted back inside. A brief hesitation and she forced herself to head down the hallway in the direction of the rec room that she had been briefly shown. Every so often she would freeze as she heard a noise; prepared to turn and flee back to her room should someone suddenly appear. She finally made it to the rec room and crept inside. So intent on checking things out she failed to notice the silent stalker she had picked up.
            Jazz had been heading down the hallway towards his own quarters when he had spotted the little femme creeping out of her temporary room. He knew that the humans were fixing up a more permanent set of quarters for her; far enough away from the main traffic to feel safe yet close enough for someone to reach her should they need to. He had decided to follow and keep an optic on her, not because he thought her to be a ‘Con spy. He was making sure that she remained safe.
            He distinctly remembered seeing her during some of his forays into the ‘Con base. His optics had been irristably drawn to her and he had been sorely tempted to break protocol and steal her away with him. There was a fiery innocence to her that called to him and he had been hard pressed to remember why he was there in the first place. The fact that she had been in Megatron’s group of pet humans only intensified that feeling. Especially when he learned of the experiments that were being conducted and the Deception leader’s keen interest in her.
            His visor flashed as he remembered some of the abuse that she had suffered, without Megatron or even Barricade’s knowledge. Abuse that not even Mirage had been able to catch wind of. The humans in the group were good at hiding their secrets, a trait that would Megatron would approve of if it hadn’t been directed at his personal favorite. The only thing that had stopped him from taking her with him was Barricade’s unusual close watch over her, though he didn’t understand how the ‘Con had failed to notice what was happening to her, and Mirage’s promise to alert him if her situation worsened.
            Unaware of her hidden guardian, Brie poked along the room as she allowed her natural curiosity to overcome her fear. The room was decked out in furniture and activities for both humans and ‘Bots and Brie shook her head. The Decepticon base had no such luxuries. Megatron felt that allowing the humans too much free time would invite them to stage a rebellion. As a consequence they were worked from the moment they woke till the moment they were allowed to sleep. She shuddered as a memory of one unlucky couple caught engaging in activities during their work period flashed through her mind.

            “No, please! It was all her fault!” Brie straightened up from the clothing she had been mending and turned towards the sound of the panicked male voice. She stood and stepped out into the hallway, flattening herself against the wall as the others in her group stepped out as well. She winced at the none too subtle elbow she received as one of her regular tormentors shoved her out of the way.
            She watched in silent horror as a half-dressed male and female from one of the other groups, she wasn’t sure who’s, was dragged past them by Sideways and Dead End. Brie shivered as Sideways’ optics roamed over her briefly and she knew only the thrill of the upcoming punishments, as well as Barricade’s silent menacing presence, prevented him from approaching her.
            “You fleshlings pay attention. This is the only warning you will receive as to the consequences of these foolish actions,” Barricade growled. Brie shivered again. Megatron’s group seemed to be the only group that was well behaved, despite their secret abuse towards her. She found herself suddenly very grateful to be a part of his stable, despite his unusual keen interest in her and the treatment she suffered from her fellow humans. She had no desire to end up like that unfortunate woman.
            Brie quickly turned away as Barricade began to punish the offending male, shoving the female further into Sideways’ arms until it was her time for punishment. She had to fight the urge to cover her ears at the screams of pain and terror and the smells of the blood being spilled made her stomach churn. But it was the sound of the murmurs of the people around her that sickened her the most. They were getting a vicarious thrill out of the sight and she wrapped her arms tightly around herself. It was something that would haunt her for nearly two weeks.

            Brie forced the memory from her mind as she continued her explorations. She kept her ears tuned for any signs of movement. She suddenly paused, tensing as the sensation of being watched crawled over her. She straightened and quickly turned, her eyes darting around the room frantically. She knew she was being watched; she had felt the eerie sensation far too often during her captivity to recognize it. How long had the unknown watcher been observing her?
            “W-Who’s there?” she called out shakily. She didn’t dare try to sound anything less than scared. Any sign of bravery or defiance was usually met with a harsh punishment. Though she had noticed that Megatron seemed to enjoy the times he goaded her into forgetting her place until she lashed out at him. She never understood why she was allowed to do so when anyone else usually found themselves facing Barricade for punishment or put in the brig.
            Jazz could see her growing fear. He didn’t understand how she had sensed his presence. Perhaps her years with the ‘Cons had honed her senses. Either way he knew he couldn’t allow her to become too frightened. The last thing he wanted was to make her feel as if she couldn’t even trust the Autobots.
            “Easy femme Ah mean ya no harm,” he said as he emerged from the shadows. Brie’s eyes widened as she tensed even more. There were only two Autobots who were highly skilled at lurking in the shadows until they wished to be seen. Either option made her spirits sink.
            “Who are you?” she whispered. Jazz hesitated before slowly drawing closer. He approached her as a human would a nervous animal and she flinched as he knelt down before her. He studied her for a moment before venting softly. Given how tense she was she was most likely to flee the minute his name left his lips. Primus only knew what his particular reputation was among the captive humans.
            “Name’s Jazz,” he said as he watched her intently. He tried to make himself appear as non-threatening as possible but could tell by the way her face paled that she had heard something about him. Apparently what she had heard was nothing good.
            “I…I’ve heard of you,” she murmured. A whisper of a smirk crossed the saboteur’s face.
            “Dare Ah ask what ya’ve heard?” he chuckled. Despite the circumstances, Brie found herself relaxing again. This mech, so far, was nothing like she had imagined him to be.
            “You’re one of the mechs Megatron wants to get ahold of. He says he’d make you one of his top officers because you’re that good at what you do,” she said quietly. There was a brief silence before Jazz began to laugh. The rich warmth of it soothed away the last of her nerves and she took the time to fully study the mech kneeling in front of her.
            She took in the visor that covered his optics, currently a dark blue color that signaled his amusement. She studied his compact body frame. Though he was small, his body radiated strength. She imagined that he moved with a stealth, speed and grace that only a few Decepticons could hope to match. Those clawed servos made him a danger in more ways than one. All in all she could see why he was such a valuable asset to the Autobots and a deadly foe to the ‘Cons.
            “Ah’m glad ta know that tha ol’ Megsy is that worried ‘bout meh,” he said with a smirk. Brie eyes him for a moment longer before a shy smile flashed across her face and she dropped her eyes.
            “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I shouldn’t have wandered from my room,” she said. She jumped as she felt one clawed digit slide under her chin and gently tip her head up so that her eyes met his optics even though they were covered by his visor.
            “Ya didn’ disturb meh. As was still up. Figured Ah’d make sure that nothin’ was wrong,” he said his voice warm and soothing. She attempted to look down again but discovered that Jazz wouldn’t allow her to, so she settled for turning her eyes away from him.
            “Why do ya keep lookin’ down?” he asked. He had noticed during his stealthy visits that all the human males and females exchanged information with the mechs in the same manner. Brie fidgeted nervously.
            “Lord Megatron said that it was a sign of respect. To gaze directly at a mech when speaking was a sign of defiance and you would be punished accordingly depending on the number of offences,” she replied. Her nervousness returned as his visor flashed a red color briefly, indicating his anger at her response. The saboteur seemed to sense this as his visor returned to a soft blue, the same trademark color of the Autobots’ optics.
            “Ya don’ have ta worry ‘bout that here. Ah like ta be looked at. Some of tha other mech would be offended if ya didn’ look at ‘em,” he said softly. Brie hesitated for a moment before shyly returning her gaze to meet his again.
            “I don’t wish to offend anyone,” she murmured. Jazz shifted slightly and was pleased when she made no attempt to pull away.
            “Don’t worry, most of us are hard ta offend,” he chuckled. Brie nodded and tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle a yawn. It appeared that her little nocturnal wandering had done the trick. Jazz suppressed his amusement at the sight and allowed his hand to drop away and turn palm up on the floor in front of her. He watched her flinch slightly and eye him cautiously, unsure of his motives. She was used to be snatched up by a mech when they needed something, not being offered a ride.
            “Ah won’ hurt ya. Ah just want ta help ya to yer room. Ya look tired,” he said soothingly. He really wanted to help her transition from being a ‘Con slave to being a free femme go much smoother. The deeper feelings behind his seemingly simple desire to help her was something best set aside for the time being. He didn’t wish to frighten her.
            Brie eyed him for a moment longer, sensing something behind his seemingly innocent explanation. She sighed wearily, deciding that she would trust her instincts just this once. She carefully climbed into the offered hand and settled herself gingerly. As he stood his clawed digits curled up slightly to protect her and she grasped onto one for stability. As they headed down the hallway she found herself gazing up at him thoughtfully. No, he was definitely nothing like she had expected. How many of the other Autobots were different from what she had heard and imagined them to be like?

*rubs back of neck* so, I have a faint idea of where I'm going with this...I think LOL. I have two pairings I'm leaning towards but I'm unsure yet of which way. So if ya wanna give me what you think in a review or PM I'm open for it! So far I'm leaning towards Jazz/Brie or Sunny/Brie/Sides. But do kinda like Prowl/Jazz so yeah...not sure where I'm going yet LOL! Anything in italics is a flashback or memory. I'll specify if anything else comes up.
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