out of control | transformers [original]

i. chapter eight

"If you had to choose a genre, which type of music do you like best?"

The blonde- now sitting calmly in the passenger seat of the silver vehicle- was either unaware or uncaring of the fact that they were heading into a battle. Maybe it was to help keep her mind off the fact that her new friend might not make it out alive, but either way- the autobot wasn't going to call her out on it.

"I dunno know, femme." he replied honestly, swerving slightly to avoid a piece of rubber on the road, ''Haven't been on Earth long enough to listen to 'em all."

She pursed her lips, "You said you like to ones you'd listened to so far. Which ones were those?"

His engine spurred a little, which she took as a shrug. "Whateva' played on the radio."

Emerson blinked, "Well that was specific."

Taking in a breath, she wondered what kinds of music he would enjoy- thinking of a few classics. Just when she was about to suggest a few, she paused. "Dangit, all my favorite songs don't exist yet."

Jazz chuckled at her deflated expression, "I'm sure 'yer'll think a something."

The blonde sat back in her seat, pouting slightly. "Well. That's just great. 2020 may be a disaster but at least there was good music."

He hummed slightly, making her look back up at the dash. "We can always start with the basics. What's 'yer favorite color?"

A smile grew on the girl's face as she laughed, "Yellow. And yours?"

"Blue." the mech began, "'Tho it might be changing soon. There are a lot to choose from."

She nodded, "Yeah, there certainly are. How about.."

The girl trailed off slightly, thinking of a good question. "Oh! What about your favorite biome?"

There was a pause, and she assumed he was thinking. Either that, or the mech was searching up what a biome was- and then thinking of which one was his favorite.

After a few seconds, the mech responded. "I think I'd prefer somewhere where the snow, dirt, or sand wouldn't get in my gears."

A sharp laugh resounded from the girl, "Yeah, I think that would be nice. So definitely not a beach or the arctic."

There was a sound of resentment from his radio, and she snickered slightly. "Nope. No way in pit."

A smirk tugged onto her features, and the girl was seconds away from threatening him with glitter when something caught the corner of her eye.

Her eyes wandered to the sight, and she froze. In the distance she swore she saw some kind of large truck appear before heading below the bridge again. Blinking slightly, she wondered if it were a trick of the mind- before she noticed her surroundings.

So engrossed in her conversation with Jazz, she didn't even notice that they were close to Mission City. So close, in fact, she could walk there in less than ten minutes.

Looking intently to the side, she faintly heard the mech calling her name in worry.. but she just had to see if her eyes had played a trick on her. Locking her eyes onto the spot where she could see the cars come out from under the bridge, she prayed to whatever was out there that she was wrong.

It turned out fate was cruel- for a very familiar 'con appeared over the ridge.

Her voice echoed her thoughts as she practically shouted at Jazz, "Bonecrusher, two-o-clock!"

The autobot seemed to have already been aware that something bad was coming, because before she even said anything, he had begun to circle the troops- along with Bee, Ironhide, & Ratchet.