The Autobot base fills with the low hum of engines.

A dimensional bridge flashes in the air.

The Elite Guard transport lands on the platform with a heavy, metallic sound.

Ultra Magnus steps out first, massive as a moving fortress. Next comes Sentinel, with his usual look of superiority on his face. Jetfire and Jetstorm flank them, almost in sync, with a light, almost ostentatious dynamism.

And last... Jazz steps out with a soft, confident stride.

He surveys the base not as a military installation, but as a stage.

As a place to soak up the atmosphere.

Inside the base.

You're sitting on the couch next to Prowl.

Your posture is relaxed—you're leaning against the back, your torso slightly turned.

A small creature rests on your knee. Fluffy, alive, warm. Your index finger slowly and carefully strokes his head and back.

Prowl is focused, but even he occasionally glances at the creature.

At that moment, the doors to the main hall open.

Jazz enters with the others.

His optics sweep across the room... at Optimus... at Ratchet... at Bulkhead...

And then—

Locates on you.

Former Decepticon.

Your armor is different from the classic Autobots. Decepticon lines are still visible—sharper shapes, dark accents, perhaps purple-black. But the Decepticon emblem is gone, and traces of Autobot modifications are visible on the armor.

You look like someone who's been through a war and made a choice. There's something dangerous about you… and at the same time, attractive.

Not just your armor. Not just the fact that you're a fembot. But the contrast.

The former Decepticon. Sitting quietly. With the gentle gesture with which you stroke the strange little creature.

Jazz slows his pace.

His body tilts slightly, as if he hadn't noticed the slowdown.

His optics focus.

"...Yo." — almost inaudibly, more to himself than out loud.

He doesn't know what this creature is. It's something completely alien to him. But the way you touch him—gently, carefully—hits harder than any weapon.

Sentinel is saying something to Optimus, Ultra Magnus is discussing the mission.

And Jazz...

Jazz is still looking at you.

And in his voice, when he finally addresses you:

"Hey..." — he takes a step closer, — "is this... um... what kind of mini-bot? Or... not a bot at all?"

There's no mockery in his tone. Only genuine interest.

And something else.

Something very much like love at first sight.