Music for the heart (Jazz x reader/oc x Prowl) Bayverse

Part 6

"Taking the children was a bad move" Optimus scolds before the s-7 idiots aim their guns at him. "Autobots, relieve them of their weapons."  Optimus orders his comrades. I hear a few loud bangs behind me and then the autobots voices. "Freeze" Ironhide orders cannons blazing. "Give me those" I hear Jazz call. I turn to him and see his hand spin and all the s-7 guys guns are magnetised to his hand. "Tha's cool Jazzeh" I say with my voice slurred slightly. "Ratch' (y/n)s hurt" Jazz calls from behind me and a hand gently picks me up. I look up and see a blur of black and white. "Aye Prowl" I slit with a little giggle. I slump back against one of his large fingers. I flinch away from the finger as when I leaned against it I managed to push a piece of glass further into my shoulder. "Huh? Didn't notice that" I say while poking the piece of glass.

I get a hold of the glass and pull it out. I quickly pull off my jacket and wrap it around the wound. "You can patch me up later Ratchet. Right now I've got some kids to protect. I will keep in contact with you. My injuries aren't causing much damage right now so I'll be fine." I say before ripping a part of my jacket off and I tie it around my bleeding shoulder. "Can you put me down please Prowl?" I ask while looking to the two teens. I look over just as A click comes from Bumblebees direction. I instantly fall to my knees on Prowls hand. Bumblebee is peeing on Simmons. I laugh quietly to myself.

"Bumblebee stop lubricating the man" Optimus  orders with a hint of amusement as Sam and Mikaela handcuff the sector seven absents together. "Stay safe" Prowl whispers with a sigh  before letting me down. "Alright tough guy, take it off" Mikaela orders Simmons. "What are you talking about about?" Was Simmons' smart reply. "Your clothes. All of it, off." Mikaela orders again. "For what?" Simmons exclaims. "For threatening my dad" Mikaela says finally. Me and Sam stand behind Mikaela and I smirk at the man as he takes his clothes off. "Little lady, this is the beginning of of the end of your life. Your a criminal, let's face facts, it's in your gene pool" Simmons says before taking off his trousers. Mikaela looks down at the mans boxers "those are nice" she says with a smirk. "Now get behind the pole" I say and he complies but not without complaining. Mikaela handcuffs him as Simmons and his sidekick mumble crap that I don't care to listen too. "Sir you will have to face charges for public indecency." I say while pulling out my book thing. "Here's the fine" I continue while holding out the piece of paper as Sam and Mikaela walk off. "We've got to alert everyone." Simmons mumbles while looking at the autobots surrounding him. "They already know" Simmons' sidekick says while holding out a phone.

"Crap. We need to go" I yell as more black SUV's show up, this time with helicopters trailing them. "Optimus! Incoming!" Ironhide warns while slamming his cannon into the ground causing a EMP. The EMP causing the tires on the cars to burst and swerve out of control. They all transform and drive off except Optimus. Optimus leans down and holds his hand out for us to climb onto. We climb up and lifts us to his shoulder and Optimus starts running.

Optimus runs through a street and swiftly avoids stepping on the cars below him. "There's a turning up ahead. There's a bridge you can hide under." I say to Optimus while making sure Sam and Mikaela stay on his. Optimus nods and turns down the street to the bridge. He uses the support beams going across the bridge to hold himself up. The helicopters fly below us and it causes Optimus to flinch. Mikaela slips and Sam grabs her hand but slips too. I quickly grab Sam's hand and hold on to Optimus with my injured arm. I grunt in pain as my hands slip. We all let out a scream as we fall. "Hold on!" Optimus shouts as he swings his feet and knocks us it slows our fall. 'Damn that's gonna leave a mark.' I thought before realising I'm still falling.

I let out a sigh of relief as Prowl catches me. He slides on his stomach so he doesn't hurt his doorwings. He gently puts me on the floor as helicopters close in on us. The choppers shoot at Prowl and Bee. "Stop! Stop!" Sam yells. The two autobots don't fight back. I look up at Prowls expressionless face and notice he's looking down at me. I see a mixture of understanding and slight fear in his bright blue eyes. I walk towards Prowl slowly but I gradually make it to a run as black suvs show up. "I won't let them hurt you." I say to Prowl as I make it close to his face. I get tackled to the ground by a group of men but I'm instantly back on my feet fighting against them. Very swiftly they're taken down and I make my way back to Prowl. I hear a gun shot and a pain in my hand alerts me to the fact that I've been shot. I don't look down at my hand knowing that if I do the pain will intensify. I raise my uninjured hand up to Prowls face. "(Y/n) don't. Your already injured" Prowl whispers to me as people start spraying liquid nitrogen at him.

Prowl grunts in pain but keeps eye contact with me. "No! I won't let them hurt you!" I cry out. I hear another gun shot and my hand flies to the area in pain, my stomach. I feel dizzy and I stumble into Prowls neck. "I won't let them, even if it means my life..." I mumble before everything goes black.
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When I next open my eyes I'm in a lot of pain. I look around me and notice I'm on a helicopter with a group of military men. I let out a pained grunt before making eye contact with Simmons. "When we get off this chopper your going to wish you never met me" I growl. "Ignore the girl she's got a few issues" Simmons says to the military men. "Issues. My issue is that I've been shot not only once but twice for protecting a friend. They were the good guys, they were protecting us. And you hurt them. You will pay... wait no it won't be you that pays it will be the whole earth! They are trying to save us!" I yell before gritting my teeth in pain. I bring my okay hand to my stomach and flinch. I look down at my injuries. The deep cut on my shoulder, the bullet went the whole way through my hand and it looks a little infected, and the bullet wound in my stomach. "Now I'm going to have to get my hand amputated, my shoulder stitched and I don't even know what for the bullet wound in my stomach. So well done, if we don't stop the bad guys it will all be on you." I mumble before turning out of the conversation.