Jazz waited outside of your school with a sense of giddy excitement settling into the pit of his intake. You were his charge! Not Bumblebee, Arcee or Optimus– Jazz had a charge! He’d always wanted a human to drive around and get into trouble with.

Optimus had tried to warn him that he was supposed to be protecting you. For your safety only were you put into his care. Jazz wasn’t really listening though. Through the years he had seen his team basically adopt all sorts of humans, typically in their teens.

Never him though. He got along with the humans but they seemed bonded to whoever found them. He had wanted his own human to get into trouble to spice things up. Being second in command was stressful and it certainly kept him busy– but he wanted someone to joyride with!

He waited, engine purring.