The Saboteur and His Puzzle

Chapter Eleven

Jazz wanted to facepalm as he stood in front of Clinton who held a variety of candies, chips, and gum in his arms. A cold drink of Coke was firmly held in his hand. His eyes were bright with excitement.

"Uh, bud, when ah said whateva ya want, ah didn't mean it literally. Ain't ya stomach gonna hate all dis?" He asked as he placed his hands on his hips in question. Hid eyebrow rose to get the point across.

Clinton's expression fell.

"Oh," he frowned and looked down at all the stuff he had in his arms. His face scrunched up slightly as he thought hard about it.

He then looked back up with a smile. "Nope. I can handle it." He spoke cheerfully.

Jazz, with an amused but heavy sigh, nodded.

"Aw'right, why not? Throw it on the counta and let's get it." Jazz encouraged. Clinton practically sprinted to the counter and dumped it on the counter like Jazz told him. Jazz let loose a laugh as he went over to him, amused the boy took him literally again.

Clinton looked around as Jazz went up to the counter and dug into his 'wallet'. Jazz hummed a bit as there wasn't much in it. His eyes slowly looked up to the man behind the counter that wasn't paying much attention. Jazz slowly began to form a credit card in his wallet. Once finished, he quickly grabbed it and handed it to the man.

Jazz waited patiently for the man to swipe the card. Jazz glanced at Clinton was looking around the store again. Jazz cracked a small smile at the boy. He looked back to the man as he handed back the card. Jazz took the bag and card, shaking his head a bit at wanting a receipt. Clinton's gaze snapped back to Jazz as he left the counter, jogging back over to him. Jazz smiled at him and handed him the plastic bag full of goodies.

"Thank you." Clinton almost mumbled awkwardly as he opened the bag and took out his Coke. Jazz held the door open for him before following him.

"No problem." Jazz flashed him a friendly smile as they went back to his alt mode. The smell of gasoline hit their nose as they walked across the road.
Sunstreaker wasn't happy about the long wait. Clinton didn't notice.

"Can I ride with Sunshine?" Clinton asked quietly as they went back to the vehicles. Sunstreakers holoform snarled from its place leaning against its alt.

"You told him my name was 'Sunshine'!?" He exclaimed angrily, crossing his arms. Sideswipe began to snicker even if he knew how this would go.

Jazz shrugged a bit, a smirk forming on his face. "Maybe."

Clinton frowned, looking to Jazz. "Is that not his name?" He asked, his voice getting quieter. Sideswipe laughed.

"No, but you can call him Goldilocks!" Sideswipe cackled. Sunstreaker glared, shoving his twin. The red head stumbled back and hit his alt modes hood, laying on it as he laughed uncontrollably. Jazz snorted.

"No, I was just joking with you. His name is 'Sunstreaker'." Jazz told Clinton as the boy watched the exchange between the two brothers. Sunstreaker glared at Jazz.

"Damn, right it is. Don't you forget it." Sunstreaker snapped. Jazz frowned.

"Language." He said firmly, crossing his arms. Sunstreaker blinked in surprise, Sideswipes laughs even quieting down.

"Aw, your not turning into Prowl are you?" Sideswipe asked from his place on his hood, his head hanging off from the side.

Jazz went wide eyed. "What? Nah mechs, but we got ah sparklin' here." He said simply as if it was obvious. Sunstreaker rolled his eyes. He was about to retort but Clinton beat him to it.

"Can I ride with you Sunstreaker? I've always been a fan of Lambroginis and I just always wanted to ride in one!" Clinton began to ramble happily, the thought of being seen in a golden Lambrogini seemed too good to be true but here was one. "I know your like some robot guy but Jazz had to put up with me, can I ride with you? Please!" He whined. Sideswipe sat up carefully, looking to the kid.

Sunstreakers eyes shifted down to the bag Clinton had. His lips twitched to form a large frown. Jazz glared at him, comming him to be nice. Sunstreaker ignored him, he could see the excitement and eagerness radiating off the boy. But Sunstreaker didn't like humans and especially ones that ate inside his alt mode.

After a long moment of silence, Sunstreaker stuck his chin up a bit. "No." He said firmly before his holoform flickered off.

The excitement drained from Clinton's face, looking muc like a puppy that got kicked. Jazz frowned, looking to Clinton sadly. He wish he could cheer him up somehow. After everything that happened, Clinton could use the cheering up.

Sideswipe slid off the hood of his alt mode. He offered a small smile.
"Come on kid, you can ride with me." He offered.

Clinton looked up with twinkling eyes, a smile growing on his face.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. That's all I really have to say. Sorry about that.

~juiceboxandexpresso