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�Morning Tea� � Chapter
4

Definitely, Pontiac Solstice was a gorgeous
freaking car.

That was the thought that refused to leave
Maggie�s mind as the aforementioned car raced her along the highway to the
unknown destination.

And that thought, coupled with the luxurious
feeling of soft, warm leather against her back and under her palms, made the
girl embarrassingly aware of her own shabby appearance.

Maggie�s eyes dropped down to the torn-up knees
of her wane blue jeans that were still wet from kneeling in the evening grass;
then to the pink blouse with long sleeves that was cozy and adorable of course,
but so old it could have successfully belonged to, say, her grandma; and,
lastly, to the sneakers that she�d chosen specifically for the intricate task
of digging Kitty from under the porch and that used to be white some
four or five years ago� The girl combed her wild and disheveled hair carefully
with her fingers, but suspected that it didn�t help much and that she still
looked like she�d just emerged from the slums or something.

Yeah, she fit just fine behind the wheel
of a Pontiac Solstice (even though the roof was up, and there was no big chance
of somebody seeing the details of her outfit). Not to mention that it was
supposedly a date � oh, God � and girls are supposed to look pretty
while on a date, and everything in her life obviously went the opposite way
from the right one, and her escort was a robot, and she didn�t look pretty at
all, and-

�Hey Maggie,� Jazz�s low and deep voice
interrupted her self-pitying party. It felt like it sounded from everywhere at
once, surrounding the girl and enveloping her like a soft warm blanket. �Have I
told ya pink is yer color?�

Geez, did he just read her thoughts about her
lame looks or what? The idea was giving her the creeps.

�Um� Nope, I believe you haven�t,� she gave a
small one-shouldered shrug, a little uncomfortable. Not only because of his
perfect timing, but also because she wasn�t yet used to talking to a- radio.
Well, she needed to look somewhere while speaking with Jazz, so she
chose to look at the radio.

�Ah, ma� bad. �Cuz it is, an� ya look� delicious
in it,� the intonation gave an impression that Jazz was smiling, and those last
silky words were said so sincerely she almost believed him. Almost.

The girl sighed with a smile of her own. �Well,
it�s nice of you Jazz, thanks,� she said, all the while wondering how the hell
she had allowed herself to be talked into something like this- whatever it was�

��Ya got any plans for tonight?� the
question came out of the blue, derailing Maggie�s cogitations about strange
twists of her outstanding life.

The girl was so surprised, she didn�t
even have enough brain capacity to process the possible lies like �yeah, I
gotta clean my house,� or �sorry, too much work,� or to just flat out play dumb
blond and change the subject.

��No?� she said with pathetic honesty,
staring dumbstruck at the mech that was sitting on the ground in front of her.
That very second her brain tardily grasped the implications of such an indiscretion
on her part; she knew she was in for some serious trouble.

As if to confirm her thoughts, Jazz gave
her a thorough once over, making the girl blush again. How he managed that not
only being a non-organic creature, but also with his optics shielded from the
world, was beyond her mental grasp. Maggie more sensed than saw his gaze linger
appreciatively in several particular places of her figure. That gaze was
observant, lazy, and felt almost like a physical caress, and the girl wondered
if it was a real interest or just an act born from his wish to mimic human
signals of attraction. But when a slow fond smile appeared on Jazz�s lips,
there could be no doubt it was genuine.

Maggie snapped out of her stupor.

Alright, now life got really
crazy. In fact, it had reached the level of craziness when she wasn�t sure she
could deal with it without breaking at least some part of her poor brain.

She buried her hand in her hair and
opened her mouth, meaning to say that she was sorry, but she wasn�t in the mood
(and in any clothes) for anything tonight� But a soft buzz of Jazz�s joints
stopped her speech and movement. She froze in confusion, watching the saboteur
as he reached his hand towards her slowly.

Just like a week ago.

Except this time his palm stopped
mid-air, open and facing up, about half a yard from her.

Maggie glared at the metallic limb in
front of her; then up at Jazz. It took her some time to realize with
astonishment that he was- offering her a hand and waiting for her to accept and
take it.

�Come ma� lady, come, come ma� lady�� the
song sounded softly from the Autobot�s speakers, just as he bent his head to
the side with a mysterious smile, emphasizing the lyrics silently. The rich
amber-golden light of the setting sun made Jazz�s armor shine like a
quicksilver; his usually black visor was glowing luminescent blue, casting an
eerie cloud of neon to the lower half of his face and softening his strong
features. And right now, casually relaxed and half covered by the twilight
shadows, Jazz looked like a very large and athletic human male in some kind of
a strange hi-tech exo-suit.

Maggie tore her eyes from Jazz�s face and
looked at the offered palm again. It moved forward an inch with a soft �zzz�
sound, as if nudging her conscience towards making a decision. A silent �come
on, do it.�

She couldn�t believe it. He had just
asked her out. And she somehow couldn�t possibly say �no� at this point, not with
the way he was looking and smiling at her�

Still in half-hearted denial, Maggie
hesitantly reached out and touched that silver-golden palm, for the first time,
by her own will. The girl�s small fingers wrapped around one of the mech�s much
larger digits, feeling the shiny surface of the Autobot�s metallic skin with tentative
curiosity. Maggie�s heart sped up a bit when that huge palm closed around her
delicate hand slowly and carefully, warming and caressing it with tenderness
that was both unexpected and natural at the same time. She knew how much
strength this very palm possessed; it could tear metal apart like paper, it
could crush stones into sand. So much power � but absolutely no threat whenever
he touched her, only the feeling of safety and something else�

�I take that smile as a �yes� then?� Jazz
asked quietly with a playful smirk, and, indeed, she found herself smiling for
some unknown reason.

So crazy.

Maggie chuckled disbelievingly instead of
an answer. It looked like she really did say �yes� without as much as making a
sound�

�So, between Jazz�s enthusiasm and her
confusion, she hadn�t had enough time to change into something more fitting the
occasion (though she still didn�t know if it could be called a date). Which was
an equivalent of a local apocalypse for a girl who preferred wearing high heels
on a daily basis. Thus the fumbling with her hair and constant straightening of
clothes now.

�What, ya don� believe me?� Jazz asked, picking
up on her mood. Maggie just smiled and sighed again. Even though she did think
he was only being nice and she didn�t really deserve his compliments in regards
to her �delicious� looks, she still had a woman�s dignity, and wouldn�t admit
any of it aloud. No way. Robot or not, a male shouldn�t know such things.

�I do believe you, Jazz, thanks,� Maggie nodded.
�Hey, is that Rihanna?� She tried to change the topic of the conversation,
drawing the Autobot�s attention to the song on the radio. �Baby you got the
key, Now shut up and drive, drive, drive�� A grin curved the girls� lips at
the lyrics that fit the situation.

�Rihanna, a�ight,� Jazz laughed, catching the
cue and increasing the volume. His engine growled like an enraged animal, and
the girl�s gasp of surprise turned into a light laughter of amused joy as they
raced even faster than before.

It wasn�t long before Jazz slowed down and took
a turn, heading to the fenced territory that Maggie instantly recognized as�

��A drive-in?� She spoke incredulously. And it
suddenly made perfect sense; where else would a robotic car take a girl?

�Yep, that�s right!� Jazz replied
enthusiastically. �I got a special spot for us, the best there is.�

He headed towards one of the rows and parked in
the middle of it.

�What�s the movie?� Maggie asked with impatient
interest, glancing around at other cars and at the large screen ahead where she
could see ads running. It�s been quite some time since she last visited a
drive-in�

�Arlette� � the screen shined
with beautiful letters, and Maggie chuckled. She hadn�t seen this movie (to her
absolute shame), but she�d heard more than enough about it to know it was about
love.

�Hope ya don�t mind my choice,� Jazz rumbled.

�It�s good, I don�t mind at all.� She gave a
kind smile to the radio, feeling a little bit foolish for doing so, but
dismissing it.

�Ya comfortable?�

�Yes, thank you.� She folded her arms across her
chest awkwardly. The pose might have seemed unconfident, but she was merely not
sure where to put them. After all, she was sitting in a living robot folded
into the form of a car�

One of Jazz�s panels opened all of a sudden, and
a little tray emerged from its depths, a paper cup with ice-cream on it.

Maggie�s brain stopped as she glared at the cup.

Ice-cream, for God�s sake.

Strange thoughts began swarming in her head,
like where exactly he had been keeping food inside his body, and where
he�d gotten it from in the first place� It would also mean that he�d been
prepared for this evening even before he came to her place and asked her out�

�I didn�t know how ya like yer ice cream, but
I�ve seen ya eatin� chocolate a coupl�a times, so I went for the chocolate
syrup,� Jazz explained softly. He must have interpreted her silence as
reluctance to eat what he had offered her.

Maggie couldn�t contain a smile of endearment at
that. �You are a good observer then, Jazz, because I do like my ice cream with
chocolate syrup,� she chose to go with the flow, and took the cup carefully.
Her mood was getting better and better with every second. That is, until� �Uhh,
Jazz�? You got a spoon anywhere for me?�

The car went unusually silent. Then, �A spoon?�

�Well, yeah. I need something to eat the ice
cream with.�

Jazz�s engine gave a groaning sound. �Ah, slag,�
he quietly cursed.

Maggie decided to spare him the confusion, and
laughed. �You brought me ice cream, but forgot the spoon. What a blast.�

Jazz was now laughing along with her. �I�m
sorry, Maggie! We Cybertronians consume energon, and we don�t use any auxiliary
facilities. It just got completely wiped from my memory-banks that ya�d need a
spoon� Oh, Primus��

�It�s alright, I- guess I can manage without
it,� she mused eyeing the cup in her hands, picturing herself sticking her
fingers into the cold sweet substance and licking them afterwards� Not the most
comfortable � and the most modest � way to eat, but it�ll have to do.

�Ya sure?�

�Yeah, nothing�s gonna stop me,� she shrugged.

�Not even my nasty remarks?� He elaborated in a
sultry voice, making her smile again and relax against the seat.

�Not even that,� she stated with determination,
then caught a little of white-and-brown frozen cream on her finger, and
delivered it to her mouth, rolling the sweetness on her tongue and swallowing
with bliss. �Mmm, this is good.�

�I�m glad yer enjoying it,� Jazz purred. �As
much as I am.�

She knew he was joking, but her cheeks tinted
red nevertheless.

Jazz laughed joyfully and tuned in on the needed
radio-frequency so that they could listen to the audio-stream of the show.

x-x-x

The movie turned out to be a really good one,
not to mention that Christopher Lambert made a really good womanizer. Jazz kept
making curious remarks and asking questions throughout the first half of it.

�So� he�s with her for money?� He mused.

�Well� Yeah, in a way,� Maggie nodded watching
as Frank tried to win Arlette�s heart by way of deception.

�Is that- normal for humans?�

�What? No!� She was horrified that he might get
such an impression. �I mean�� She couldn�t believe she was discussing this with
him. �Well, such things are happening all over the world, yes, but� It�s not
right, if you meant that.�

�Not right? Why?� He asked.

Maggie refrained from mentally comparing him to
an innocent child, because even though he was sincerely curious, he was
anything but innocent; he just was from another planet.

�Because, love is not about money,� she stated
at the lack of a better explanation.

�But, what about�� he paused, and a small chirp
was probably an indication that he was looking something up on the internet,
��prostitution?� he finished his question.

�That�s not love, it�s just sex. For money. Most
of the times it�s dirty and low� Does your kind have an analogue?�

Another quiet chirp, then, �Ain�t an analogue,
but yeah, we have somethin� like that. Though, it�s more like� companionship.�

�Oh�� She could only say to that. She�d thought
that the Cybertronians, being a higher race and all, wouldn�t have � wouldn�t need
� something like that.

�Ya sound like it�s bad,� Jazz noted carefully,
his statement partially a question.

�Well, I, for one, wouldn�t like it if someone
was with me for a reason other than myself,� she said. �I don�t understand how
people can use such� services. They�ve got to have no respect for themselves
and for the ones who offer such services,� she mumbled shaking her head.

�It�s a matter of perception, Maggie,� he said
pensively. �And respect, actually. Ya see, my kind has a very long life span,
and no means of natural procreation, so, unlike human sex, interfacing has only
a recreational meaning. It ain�t somethin� low, or forbidden, or shameful. Some
even consider it a form of art, and some strive ta get to the very heights of it.
And that, in its turn, brings up a natural chain of reactions, like others
wantin� ta get a taste of it, or spendin� time with skillful professionals
regularly due ta havin� no permanent partner� But the companions have a right
ta choose for themselves, or ta decline offers. It�s always �bout respect and
never �bout money.�

�Oh�� Maggie said again. That was a lot of
information to process, and it gave an entirely different angle to things. If
anything, it was an entirely different world Jazz was speaking about,
with different system of values and standards of behavior. �I guess, it makes
sense, then��

�But he�s a jerk,� Jazz stated suddenly,
startling Maggie.

�What?� She asked.

�That guy on the screen, Frank. He�s lyin� ta
her.�

�Well, the movie wouldn�t exist if it didn�t
teach the viewer something,� the girl smiled. �Now be quiet, and let�s watch.�

x-x-x

By the time the ending titles appeared on the
screen, Maggie�s ice-cream has long since completely melted. She drank the rest
of it, experiencing that feeling of satisfaction she always had after eating
something sweet.

�Ya know, I think I like that guy after all,�
Jazz decided.

�You thought he was a jerk an hour ago,� she
smiled, folding the paper cup neatly and putting it into another panel Jazz had
moved towards her.

�Well, he got the guts ta do what was right, and
made �er happy, ya gotta give �em that,� he chuckled.

�Oh yeah, I guess it somewhat makes up for his
fraud,� she lifted her brow slightly, trying to look skeptical.

Jazz laughed. �Anyways, he�d suffered enough
before endin� up bein� together with Arlette, don�tcha think?�

Maggie grinned. �Okay, okay, he did deserve his
happiness!�

�That�s more like it!� The saboteur switched on
his radio, catching a hip-hop tune, and the car started swaying in place on its
springs to the rhythm, making Maggie�s smile slip off her face.

�Um, Jazz�� She carefully began. �You do realize
how it looks from the outside, right?�

As if echoing her question, the guy in the
driver�s seat of a nearby car leaned out of his window and watched the swaying
silver Pontiac. His angular face with heavy glasses on his nose held a
disgusted expression.

Maggie could only be grateful that Jazz�s
windows were toned, and therefore the guy couldn�t see her face.

The swaying stopped. But what happened next
possibly scarred Maggie�s psyche for the rest of her life.

A handsome black-skinned male appeared on the
passenger seat beside her, startling the shit out of her and making her grab
the door handle and prepare to flee at a moment�s notice. He pushed his shades
down his nose slightly; one sky-blue eye gave her a playful wink. The next
moment the window on his side rolled down, and he grinned mischievously at the
guy who was now glaring at the two of them, obviously taking special notice of
Maggie�s flaming cheeks and probably confirming his worst suspicions in his
mind.

The girl lost the ability to speak, and was
staring dumbly at the hologram beside her and at the guy in the other car. She
knew all the Cybertronians had a hologram and used it on occasion, but it was
the first time she actually witnessed one of them activating it.

She didn�t know whether to laugh or to die in
place. She didn�t know whether to berate Jazz for such a prank or to let
herself marvel in the scientific genialness of this invention.

Before she could react in any way, the Pontiac�s window rolled back up securely, and the hologram dissolved without a sound. The
car�s engine growled self-complacently, and Jazz started moving back from their
parking spot.

As they were leaving the drive-in, she was still
trying to get over her bewilderment and shock.

�Ya okay, babe?� Jazz asked with concern in his
voice.

�That was� a strange event,� she replied,
finding that she was finally able to talk.

�A bad kind of strange or a good kind of
strange?�

She smiled broadly. �A crazy kind of strange,
that�s for sure.� The girl giggled, hearing his answering laugh. She suddenly
noticed that they were in fact moving in the opposite direction from her house.
�Um� Isn�t my place that way?� She inquired pointing her thumb back over her
shoulder.

�Nah. Th� party�s not over yet, if that�s what
ya mean,� Jazz cryptically replied.

�Oh? So what else do you have in store?�

�Jus� wait and see, baby,� he laughed, speeding
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