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�Morning Tea� � Chapter 5

�It�s almost night; we�re in a forest; no lights
or people around� should I be worried, Jazz?� Maggie joked with a laugh, eyeing
the surroundings flowing outside the car.

�Aw, baby, ya know me better�n that,� Jazz
laughed along with her, stopping at the clearing that presented a hill, similar
to the lookout Bumblebee liked to take his two humans to.

Maggie left the car, and Jazz started shifting
his form. The girl decided right then and there that she�d never get tired of
watching the Autobots transform. In a couple of seconds, the saboteur was
standing beside her on his two powerful legs.

�So� the mission objective is�?� Maggie asked
curiously, looking to his glowing visor.

Jazz only smiled and wordlessly lifted his face
up. Maggie followed his gaze � and gave an astonished gasp of awe.

It was a clear cloudless night. Meaning that
myriads of stars were spilt across the inky abyss of the sky. The tiny spots
seemed to wink down at them, shining like little space diamonds, and looked so
close that for a moment one could have believed it was possible to reach out
and touch them, if not for their unearthly beauty that made them unreachable,
untouchable�

�Wow, if I knew ya�d like this so much, I woulda
brought ya here a long time ago,� Jazz softly smiled, and Maggie realized he
had been studying her reaction. Feeling a little embarrassed, the girl smiled
in answer and sat down on the grass to watch the stars for a little while.

�Actually, it hasn�t been long since I moved to
the house where I live now,� she explained. �I used to live in the city before
that. And when you live in a big city and work in an office day in, day out-
you don�t think about the sky above your head. The busy rhythm of life engulfs
you, and the artificial illumination obscures the view� It�s easy to forget how
beautiful the stars are.�

�Yeah, they�re beautiful,� Jazz intoned with a
similar smile. The genuine admiration was obvious in his tone. He lowered
himself to the ground beside Maggie carefully and stared up.

�You do this often?� the girl asked softly.

�Ya mean stargazin�?�

�Mm-hm.�

�Not really.�

�Why?� Maggie asked in surprise, turning her
head to him. �You seem to like it.�

He shrugged slightly. �Reminds me of home, I
guess.�

Okay, now she felt stupid. And she wanted to
kick herself in the head if it were possible. She could�ve guessed what those
sparks of silver in the bottomless blackness of sky meant to such a creature
like Jazz.

Stars, and planets.

And one of them was Cybertron, or what was left
of it � an inhospitable lifeless pile of metal floating in the depths of space�

�I�m sorry,� she whispered, watching him
closely.

�Don�t be,� he shook his head slightly, still
looking up. �They�re beautiful. With a good company that�s all that matters.�
He smiled contentedly, soothing Maggie�s doubts, and laid back on the ground.
The girl followed his example after a minute of contemplation, having placed
her cell phone between them.

The two sank into their thoughts, just lying
there, on the soft grass, listening to the wind sighing in the trees and to the
whispering night songs of cicadas. It could have been chilly on the ground, but
Jazz�s body emanated warmth, so Maggie didn�t have to worry about it. Suddenly
the girl was glad that she was wearing jeans, old blouse and sneakers � she�d
look quite ridiculously in a mini-skirt and high heels right now. In fact, her
current outfit was giving her a strange feeling of relaxed coziness. All daily
problems were gone, giving way to inner peace. The sky was so high and deep,
and the stars so small and sharp � a clear picture of a surreal entity. She
could see the constellations as if they were painted on a giant black canvas. A
perfect visual illusion of order amidst the endless chaos�

�What�s it like?� She murmured barely above
whisper after what seemed like an eternity. It was foolish, but at that moment
it seemed to her that if she spoke too loud she would scare those stars away.

�What?� He purred in reply.

�Space� I always wondered� But you gotta be some
kind of a super human to get a space visa nowadays,� she chuckled sadly.

Jazz moved his head a little, and his visor
changed color several times. �Th� web says some special trainin�s required for
the cosmonauts.�

�Yeah. For us humans it�s not exactly a road
trip. Space is a highly hostile environment, so you could say the cosmonauts
are practically bred, healthy, physically trained and able to operate
shuttles and orbital stations. And even then, a person might spend their entire
life preparing for a space flight, and never get to actually do it, because
they�re only an indemnifying stand-in, and their services are not required.�

�Well, not a big loss for them really, �cause
it�s cold,� Jazz said with a little shrug, and his voice colored with a smile.
�An� boring.�

�Oh really?� Maggie smirked as well.

�Well yeah! Jus� imagine thousands of light
years of absolute silence. No noise, no music. Nuthin�!� Jazz threw one hand
into the air in a small gesture of annoyance. �Enough ta drive a mech crazy!�

Maggie couldn�t hold back a soft laugh. �Oh my,
I should have known you�d say something like that.�

�Why?� he grinned. �Am I that predictable?�

�In some aspects � definitely,� she stated in a
smug voice.

�Dang it, I need ta work on ma� image,� Jazz
laughed in response.

He turned his large head to her, dimming his
visor a little so as not to blind her. His huge grin softened to that same warm
smile he�d shown Maggie a week ago, when he�d first come to her with his
strange request. It was only then that she noticed just how close they were
lying; she�d never been this close to any of the Autobots; to Jazz� Their
position on the ground had erased the height difference between them. They were
face to face. And they were studying each other.

Maggie felt the silence start to change; charge
and thicken. She cleared her throat nervously. ��Jazz?� She said, remembering
what had been on her mind for some time.

�Hmm?� A low thunder-like rumble of his voice
vibrated on her skin.

�I never had a chance to tell you� What you did
in Mission City��

�I acted on instinct,� he said in an �it�s
nothing, drop it� intonation, turning his face up to the sky again. The
invisible connection was broken with the loss of eye contact, like a spell
dissolving.

Her eyebrow rose. �Sentient robots have
instincts?� This question slipped out before she could hold it back.

�Yeah, sorta. More like, we develop a
semi-autonomous way of thinkin� that�s partially defined by our initial
programmin�.�

�Oh. Um�� The girl�s inquisitive mind registered
and filed away the new information, and jumped back to the previous thought.
�What I wanted to say is that� it was brave, really brave.�

�Well, I hadn�t been countin� on Mega-tard ta
rip me to pieces, so that kinda excludes the bravery-factor,� he chuckled,
turning the sensitive topic into a joke. He obviously was uncomfortable with
taking praise, and it surprised Maggie, considering Jazz�s charismatic,
self-assured personality. But that didn�t deter the girl from asking the
question that was on her mind.

�Well� If you knew it would end up like that�
would you have changed your actions in any way?�

That question seemed to have surprised the
Autobot, because he gave her a strange look. �Ya really wanna know?�

Maggie nodded mutely.

��It was a strategic hole of sorts,� he said
after a pause, his gaze returning to the stars. �There was nuthin� else that
could be done at that moment. So, nah, I wouldn�t.�

Only having heard those words, she realized
she�d been expecting to hear them. Not because of some �standards� of courage
she had (you never know how you would act in this or that situation until you
end up dealing with it in real life), but because she sensed that he really
would do that again if he had to.

�It must have hurt like hell,� she said quietly,
musing aloud.

Jazz let out a short low laugh. �I don�t think I
had time ta notice, Mag.�

The cheerfulness of his tone was engulfed by the
dead silence that followed. Maggie didn�t react to that statement, because she
knew it was a lie. She knew for a fact that Ratchet had studied the contents of
the Autobot equivalent of a �black box� embodied in Jazz�s central processor.
While the silver mech had still been deactivated, the medic, on Maggie�s
hesitant request, had told her the details of the saboteur�s death. She�d been
terrified to learn that the oblivion hadn�t come to Jazz right away; his
systems had kept running for several long seconds, shutting down one by one,
sending alarms into his overloaded CPU, until it had finally short-circuited
for good and ceased to function� Maybe he hadn�t had time for much thought
before he jumped in front of Megatron, but God only knows what he�d had to go
through during those several seconds� So she just waited, reading the barely
visible tenseness in his posture.

�Anyways, better me than one o� the guys,� he
murmured in a casual voice after another pause, staring somewhere up into the
inky-silver sky.

�Why?� She sat up, confused, and looked down
into his inscrutable face as if it could help her get a glance into his soul
and come to a better understanding.

�They�re too important for our mission ta get
terminated in battle if it can be avoided,� came his tranquil and measured
reply, as if he was stating an obvious thing.

She stared at him dumbfounded. This was definitely
some kind of crazy, twisted warrior�s reasoning, and � what was the most exasperating
about it � being a civilian, Maggie could neither agree with it, nor object it.
She didn�t know what his usual daily activities were, and she couldn�t coldly
estimate his actual value or importance to the team from the military point of
view. But something inside of her demanded that she reassured him that he did
have a reason to come back from a battle; that he did have someone who cared
about him. She ached to respond with, �You are important to me,� but
wouldn�t those be too big words, or too rushed? She could already hear his natural
question in her head, �Why?� And to that, she didn�t have an answer. So she
opened her mouth, and closed it again, unable to follow her own logic.

The heavy silence was torn by the ringing of
Maggie�s cell-phone that lay on the ground between them. The girl welcomed such
a well-timed distraction, but as soon as she read the name that appeared on the
small display her heart sank. �Andrew,� it said; the Andrew from work who�d
been bugging her with calls for some time now.

She let out a weary groan under her breath, her
slim palm coming up to her face to rub at her forehead uncomfortably. She
didn�t want to pick up that one; she so didn�t need this at that moment�

She felt Jazz�s curious gaze on her and glanced
up into his visor. The �bot had sat up as well and was now studying the phone.

��Andrew�?� he asked.

Again, Maggie opened and closed her mouth. The
phone kept ringing; the two of them were staring at each other. What she
couldn�t understand was why on Earth she felt like she�d done something
wrong and like she needed to explain herself. It was ridiculous�

�Well, he�s a nice guy, polite and all, but- he
isn�t really my type,� she said in an embarrassed mumble. �I told him that many
times, but he just refuses to take a �no� for an answer.� Maggie fell quiet
again and glared at the phone, wishing for it to just stop ringing. Maybe if
she didn�t answer the call long enough Andrew would give up? Though, usually it
took more than that to discourage him for a little while if at all. The guy was
spotlessly polite and incredibly thick-sculled. An awful combination that
bordered on snobbism, but wasn�t enough to have a real reason to say that he
was a jerk.

Jazz watched her for a couple of seconds, the
joyful ringing of the phone seeming an out-of-place sound in the peaceful night
around them. Maggie lifted her gaze and tried to decipher his facial
expression. What was he thinking? Was he offended somehow? Or angry? Boy, could
he be unreadable.

�Ya want �em off yer case?� he finally asked. He
sounded calm, and for some reason it made Maggie relax a little.

�Uh� Frankly, even though I doubt I�ll get so
lucky in the nearest future� yeah, I really wish he�d stop calling�� she
confessed, now staring at the device with a miserable expression on her face.

��kay,� Jazz said simply with a small smile.
That very moment the cell-phone stopped ringing. But the reason was not the
caller having given up � no, the phone had miraculously received the call and
switched to the speaker phone. Maggie gaped at it in shock listening to the
soft noises of the open line. She didn�t know what to say or do now that Andrew
was obviously waiting for her to acknowledge her readiness to speak with him.

But Jazz beat her to it.

�Yeah?� He drawled lazily in a deep voice,
taking the initiative. Maggie�s eyes shot up to the saboteur; the girl lifted a
brow in amusement as it dawned on her that it had been him who had picked up
the phone. Remotely, no less. She hadn�t expected Jazz to do something like
that. It was getting interesting.

There was a stunned silence on the other end of
the line. Then a confused male voice, quite familiar to Maggie, spoke politely,
�Uh� Good evening. Can I- Can I speak to Maggie, please?�

�An� who�re you?� Jazz replied none too
pleasantly. By the way he sounded one could imagine him frowning � Maggie
couldn�t be sure though, because of the visor that was covering the entire
upper half of Jazz�s face. She crossed her arms over her chest with a crooked
smile, curious about where all this was headed.

�Um� my name is Andrew. I�m Maggie�s co-worker,�
the man introduced himself somewhat carefully.

�Oh, hey Andrew,� Jazz greeted him with a �whatever�
air to his tone. �Mag�s in the shower. Ya want me ta take a message?�

Maggie barely managed to suppress a laugh before
it could escape her. She hid the smirk in her fist.

�Er�� Andrew started hesitantly, but before he
could form any kind of response he was interrupted by a cheerful female voice
that called rather loudly from somewhere inside of Jazz and that Maggie, to her
absolute shock, recognized as her own: �Hey Kitty, come to momma! I�ve got
something yummy for you, sweetheart! I know you love it!� Immediately, the
first sensual chords of some slow R�n�B song started pouring out of Jazz�s
speakers.

Maggie�s jaw dropped.

�Yeah, pumpkin, I�m comin�, just a sec!� Jazz called
out in reply to her recorded voice, flashing the stunned girl a rakish grin.
Absorbed in his �role,� he then addressed Andrew again, �Ya�d better be quick,
man, don� wanna make ma� lady wait.�

Maggie put her hand over her mouth in a
desperate attempt to hold back a fit of mad giggles that threatened to spoil
everything.

�Uh� Well�� Andrew stuttered. �N- no, thanks, I�
Good night.�

�Same to ya, dude,� Jazz had time to respond
before the line went dead. The Autobot looked at the girl, and pointed to the
cell-phone on the ground between them. �I�m ready ta bet ma� stereo that this guy
won�t bother ya again,� he announced with a tone of finality.

They both burst into laughter. Maggie hadn�t
laughed like that in a long time. She couldn�t believe how perfectly casual and
natural Jazz�s conversation with Andrew had been. Not to mention how
inventive the Autobot could obviously be when he set his mind on something.
�Jazz, you�re such a- such a-� she wiped the tears of mirth from the corners of
her eyes.

�A saboteur?� the silver �bot prompted with a
huge grin on his face. �Yeah, that�s what I dig � improvisation.� One side of
his visor changed its color from blue to black for a second, the flash creating
an illusion of a wink.

�And, damn, you�re good,� she giggled again, and
then looked up at him skeptically. �But- for God�s sake, �pumpkin?�� She
replayed the scene in her mind. �Pumpkin,� along with �kitty� and �momma,� had
to be the weirdest mix of endearments ever.

Jazz shrugged, his broad metallic shoulders
rolling with a gentle whirr, an impish smile gracing his lips. �It kinda slipped
out.�

She shook her head with a matching smile. �If my
co-workers find out about that, I�m never gonna hear the end of it.�

The Autobot chuckled in pretended empathy, and
then inclined his head to the side, studying her. ��Maggie?�

�Yes, Jazz?�

Several seconds passed; he was silent. Then
something in his pose � or maybe in his face � changed; for a moment, the
impenetrable façade gave a slight crack, revealing a glimpse of Jazz
Maggie had never seen before � vulnerable and uncertain. The smile on the
girl�s face froze forgotten. She sensed that his next words would be important,
and tensed mentally.

�Juz so ya know� I can take a �no� for an
answer,� the mech said in a soft quiet voice, his visor-covered optics never
leaving Maggie.

She stood there, unmoving and looking up at him.
It suddenly became clear to her that as much as he looked confident, and pushy,
and ram-like, he could perfectly see how strikingly different the two of them
were, just as she did. He too had doubts; he too was unsure.

Maggie wasn�t used to seeing Jazz like this. She
was used to think of him as of a �macho� type, albeit a nice one. She was used
to seeing him like a carefree, ironic mech who loved risk, laughed at danger
and defied death itself. �No fear, no regrets� � that motto seemed to
characterize Jazz�s strong personality to the fullest. And now � this. She
didn�t know how to deal with this�

For a moment she thought she�d gone crazy,
because how else do you call an overwhelming feeling in your chest when you
want to hold someone close and give them a part of your warmth until you make
it better? She felt like she had discovered yet another side of Jazz, because
this � him showing her his insecurity � was something far more intimate and
trusting than any physical contact could be.

Maggie gave him a gentle smile, trying to
lighten up the mood. �You mean, I won�t need, say, to talk Ironhide into
pulling the same trick as you just did, giving you a call and pretending I�m in
the wash-racks with him giving him a back-rub, or something?� She joked.

�Nah,� a playful smirk appeared on Jazz�s face.
�I wouldn�t believe it anyway. He wouldn�t be able ta pull a good act for the
life of �em.�

�You think so? Well, a couple of loud grunts on
his part would do to create the needed impression,� she mused. �He�s good at
grunting.�

�Whoa, girl, is there somethin� I should know
�bout you an� �Hide?� Jazz�s deep laughter was so contagious that Maggie could
do nothing but join him, feeling the invisible spring inside uncoiling slowly. �Speakin�
of wash-racks,� the Autobot continued. �I haven�t had a good wash in a while.
Mind givin� me one?� His sly tone suggested that if he�d had eyebrows he�d have
been waggling them right now.

For the second time that evening, Maggie folded
her arms over her chest skeptically, trying to look mildly annoyed. �You do
realize that, normally, I wouldn�t have agreed, right?� She asked, squinting a
little, but knowing that the playful glint in her eyes betrayed her.

�Does that mean yer agreein� now?� Jazz purred.
�I mean, ya do owe me for savin� ya from� the unneeded attention of
unwelcome admirers,� he grinned.

Maggie let out a laugh. �Yeah, I really
appreciate that, Jazz. And as a thank-you, alright, I�ll give you a wash on
Sunday,� she confirmed in an almost official tone, as if giving a solemn
promise.

�A Sunday wash,� Jazz repeated in half-question,
inclining his head forward slightly.

�Yup,� Maggie nodded.

�A niiiice, loooong Sunday hand-wash,
huh?� he drawled, corners of his lips starting to curve up.

��Now, that sounded perverse and just
plain wrong, Jazz,� Maggie glared at him.

�What? I�m juz makin� sure ya ain�t gonna spray
me with a hose for like, ten seconds, an� then leave me there all miserable an�
wet. Is that a crime?� Jazz gave a farewell glance to the sky and folded into
his car-form, an opened driver�s door inviting Maggie inside.

�You have an issue about hoses?� The girl asked
taking the so nicely offered seat and making herself comfortable. The seatbelt
snaked around her and tightened its hold gently for a second before settling in
the lock. The Pontiac�s engine purred as the car drove off in the direction of
her house.

�Well yeah! It�s ticklish and not nice at all.�

�Okay, no hoses then.�

�Ahh, I�m countin� seconds,� the saboteur
breathed in anticipation.

�Jazz, you�re a pervert, you know that?�

�Why, thanks for the compliment, baby,� he
laughed.

�I hope I won�t regret this,� the girl mumbled
to herself, unable to hold back an amused smile of her own.

�Aw, ya�ll like it.�

�Yeah, right��

�I�ve heard that one before. Does that mean �I
don�t know� in Maggie-speak?�

She snickered. �Kinda.�

�Okay, girl, it�s a challenge then. We�ll see
who�s right on Sunday.�

�Jaaaaz�� she drawled with a weary smile and a
disbelieving shake of her head.

�Whaaaat?� he drawled back, a mock resentment in
his voice.

And just like that, they entertained each other
with an easy playful conversation on their way back to Maggie�s home.

Somewhere along the way, doped with the
emotional events of the day, the pleasurable tiredness and the soothing sounds
of slow music of Jazz�s choice, the girl surrendered to sleep and took a short
nap, all the while acknowledging the comforting hold of a seatbelt around her
frame with some part of her mind that stayed aware of the world around her.
When the Pontiac came to a gentle stop and its engine switched to a contented
rumble, she guessed they reached her house, and opened her eyes.

Yep, here they were, on her lawn illuminated by
the soft yellow light of several short street lamps.

Maggie sighed, enjoying the way the air filled
her lungs.

�Thanks for the nice evening, Jazz. I really enjoyed the
ride, and the movie, and the stars, and the talk,� she said with a smile,
running a thumb over the steering wheel lightly.

�Th� pleasure�s all mine, girl,� the Pontiac purred in
answer, his tone pleased, and gentle, and sort of like the one people usually
use when they are giving someone a big warm hug.

�Um� okay, see you tomorrow then,� Maggie said, and Jazz obediently
undid his belt and opened the driver�s door so that she could leave. The girl
allowed herself a quick stretch and stepped out of the car, heading to the
front door.

�Aw, no good-night kiss?� Jazz asked suddenly,
and Maggie turned around in surprise, noting that he still maintained his
vehicle-form. She was sure, if a car could pout, the Pontiac was definitely
doing exactly that. How cute.

�Depends�� She was in an extremely good mood for
some reason, and she felt like teasing him a little.

��on what?� came a careful question.

�On whether it was a date.� She folded her arms
over her chest.

A pause followed. The car was perfectly still.
Then, ��D�you want it ta have been a date?�

��I don�t know.� She gave a one-shouldered
shrug.

��So what if it was a date?�

�Too bad then.�

�Why?�

�Because I don�t kiss on a first date.�

Her words were met with heavy silence.

With an eyebrow raised, she watched the Pontiac
that was sitting on her lawn. One of the headlights dimmed, and then lit up
again, while the other one faded out, the action repeating itself slowly a
couple of times. If she was asked, she�d say Jazz was engaged in an intense
thinking process. This almost made her giggle. So the silver �bot couldn�t
decide what he wanted more � this evening to have been a date, or a friendly
good-night kiss. Now this was truly endearing and amusing, like watching
a kid who couldn�t make up his mind in a toy store.

The girl was about to roll her eyes, bid the
Autobot good night, and retreat to the house, without any kisses, but�

�why the hell not? the naughty part of
her thought. She�d never kissed a Cybertronian before. Wasn�t there a first
time for everything? Besides, it would be funny as hell to pull at Jazz�s
strings�

�Okay, fine,� she shrugged nonchalantly, coming
back over to the saboteur swiftly and putting both palms flat on his hood. With
a feral grin she leaned down and planted a sound, generous kiss in the middle
of it. Her lips lingered on the warm metal for a moment, and she had to hold
back a giggle when Jazz�s engine stuttered, the sound of its uneven rumble
vibrating through the smooth hard surface under her palms.

Breaking the contact, Maggie chuckled smugly and
took a couple of steps back. The Autobot immediately started to transform,
causing Maggie to wonder why he would want to do that, until he stilled himself
again, now in his bipedal form, sitting down on the grass with a strange
expression on his visored face.

Maggie watched him curiously. The saboteur
stared at her for a moment, and then dropped his gaze down to the-

�mouth-shaped print of Maggie�s brown-peach
lipstick that by some unknown, tricky and evil providence, after all the
part-shifting and transforming, ended up in the center of his silver chest,
right over his spark casing.

The girl froze, now staring at it, too, and
slowly coming to the realization of how intimate her rush gesture had probably
been, and what meaning a simple human kiss could acquire considering the
peculiarities of the Cybertronian anatomy� A horrible thought entered Maggie�s
head that it must have been the equivalent of kissing someone�s crotch.

Oh shit, was all she could
think, glaring up, her vocal chords paralyzed with shock.

The mood changed drastically. Maggie decided
that if there could ever be a perfect moment to die of mortification, it would
probably be it. The silence stretched to the point where it was about to become
uncomfortable.

�Wow,� the Autobot finally rumbled breathlessly,
still staring at his chest, his deep voice soft and quiet, but somehow deafeningly
loud to Maggie�s ears. Jazz�s lips stretched into a dreamy smile and he looked
back at Maggie intently. �I gotta tell ya, baby, I ain�t washin� this off �til
Sunday,� he said, slowly tracing the evidence of her kiss on his metallic chest
with the tip of one of his fingers. On its way back down to Jazz�s side his
hand briefly ran over his spark shielding armor and powerful torso in a
seemingly innocent, but at the same time extremely provocative manner.

Maggie�s eyes widened and her heart kicked in
her chest several times hard, before the girl gulped mentally, trying to gain
control over her thoughts that had been thrown off-balance by this unexpected
sensual display. It wouldn�t have been this bad if the memory of Jazz�s fingers
caressing her face in a similar motion hadn�t kept surfacing.

She fumbled with words in her brain, feeling the
blush rising to her cheeks and searching for something to say. Something
intelligent, that wouldn�t make her look like a flustered fool, even though she
totally felt like one. �Um� Sure you aren�t� Well, good night, Jazz,� she said
finally, giving the �bot a weak and nervous smile that felt incredibly fake.

��Night, Maggie,� Jazz smiled in reply,
following her every move with his attentive stare, studying her. She couldn�t
quite interpret his expression, and it was unnerving. God, she really needed to
put some distance between them, calm down, and think about it all in a peaceful
solitude.

She nodded once absentmindedly, as if confirming
that it was time to go, turned around and slowly, as to not show any signs of
deathly embarrassment and confusion, went into the house, not risking looking
back.

Ignoring Kitty�s inquiring stare, Maggie reached
her bed on autopilot and flopped down on it fully clothed, still feeling the
awkward numbness in her brain, and cursing herself.

She hated feeling stupid.

But she hated feeling out of control even more.

Maggie groaned, draping one arm over her flushed
face. How was it possible that she always managed to get herself into absurd
situations?

She only found a little comfort in the fact that
the lipstick was of a calm pastel tone, not some crying bit red color. That way
she still had a small hope that not everyone at the Autobot base would
look at Jazz tomorrow morning and immediately notice where her lips had been
this night. But she decided to follow Scarlet O�Harra�s example and to just
�not think about it today.�

Yeah, I�ll think about it tomorrow.

Slipping into the world of dreams, Maggie�s mind
caught up belatedly on the fact that Jazz had actually been recording
her voice, and heaven knows what else.

What were the chances of him needing it for
scientific purposes? Slim to none.

Jeez, what a perv.
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