It was a smooth night on Cybertron, every autobot was shutting down for the night, some however stayed awake to keep guard of decepticons.

You were sitting in one of the spare beds that Optimus offered for any refugees that are left on earth, you tried anything in the book just to get some rest.

"Pretty little thing, Can't sleep?" A voice was heard from the bedroom door, there was standing Jazz.

His blue visor covering his optics, clearly he staring at you..