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A Love Out of Reach Part 14
TFG1 OPxJ
Picking up the Trail (I named it that for a good reason)

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A couple of weeks had passed since the incident with Senator Xion and already everyone who he attacked had recovered from their personal injuries. Even Hot Rod regained concious and he was taken back to his private quarters where he could rest. Senator Xion was also in his private quarters where he was discussing certain things with Alpha Trion. He was possibly trying to find a way where he didn't have the whole world knowing that he had stabbed Optimus Prime in the arm with a scapel. Personely Jazz wanted him to suffer for what he did and amused himself with thoughts of Xion going back to Kalis and getting jeered at by his own people. He even giggled at one of his strange fantasies where Xion ended up being banished to the slums and taking over his old job at the Iacon Doorstep. The very idea of it sent him into a fit of giggles.

He was feeling much better now that every thing with Optimus not Bonding with Hot Rod and everyone not hating him for shouting back at the Senator had cleared up. He was even surprised that Ultra Magnus wasn't coming to arrest him for shouting at a respected higher up. Maybe he was too busy trying to clear the air between them and a still very angry Senator Xion. Even Optimus was now trying to find other ways to get Kalis to become good allies with Iacon. It meant he was extremly busy but he did make the effort to visit Jazz every now and then when he got a break. It made Jazz's Spark flutter when Optimus rushed to see him so they could chat and be together for a short while.

High Councilman Trax even got back with him to say that he got him a tempoary job at a poplur broadcast company where the infamous Blaster worked. He was in need of an assitant whilst his regaular one went away for some medical care. All he had to do was prep his Energon, organize his scripts and arrange his collection of music. He was a Beta with Spark of gold and according to Prowl he absolutly hated Omega Supiriors for reasons unknown. He also heard that this Blaster was eager to meet him since he had also never seen a Gamma before. Jazz of course wondered what deal did he make with Trax to get him this small job? He didn't really care since working in a populor broadcast comapany got him feeling excited. Even Optimus was pleased for him.

Everything was getting back to, what Jazz could call, normal. Prowl spent his evenings dating the chatty merchant Bluestreak, Ratchet was flirting with his patients again whilst Wheeljack would beat him up afterwards, Ironhide got back to training with the twins, Mirage invited him to a private room where they talked about many things including his secret relasionship with the Delta Hound and Optimus was working even harder to make the Gamma's lives easier.

Already he was arranging interveiws, media conferences, meetings with important higher ups and even encouraging other cities to send an ambassidor down to visit the Gamma slums and to spend a day with the people down there. Jazz watched the news program with glee as he watched how Alpha's and/or Supiriors would walk around the slums within their own cities, trying to understand the mechs and the femmes who lived down there. In Sim Fur they were already trying to build a Temple down there, which to the Gamma's delight would not only help teach them the teachings of Primus but take care of the ones who could not find a home for themselves.

All over Cybertron talkshows and broadcasts were talking about Optimus Prime's plan to tear down the walls that divided them and unite them all as a single race, a single class. Some were calling him a hero, others said he was sent from Primus to do his bidding. Others, who didn't like the idea of sharing their turf with anything lower than them, stated that Optimus clearly was thinking this one through and that he should reconsider. Then of them had the engines to say what they really thought of Optimus's idea. However some of them were slowly approving of the idea.

Jazz was even invited to meet mechs that someone like him could only dream of meeting. Since he had officaly been declared as the Gamma represenitive by Optimus Prime, the young Gamma had some what become an infamous celbrity himself. From famous celebrities to important Goverment officials, Jazz met them all and did his best to act polite whilst retaining his natral behaviour. Most of them were slightly cautious, since some of them had never seen a Gamma up close before, whilst many were very curious about his life in the slums.

It was tiring work but Jazz didn't really mind. After all, he got to spend more time with Optimus.

The young Gamma couldn't deny it anymore that he had a very large crush on the Omega Supirior. It wasn't just his looks, Optimus was the first mech who had been kind to him, treated him like an equal and went to great lenghs to make him and his people happy. The time they spent together just felt so magical, it was like a Sparkling's bedtime story. Jazz only wished it would last forever. When Optimus made time to spend it with Jazz, the young Gamma felt giddy inside. He started to have fantasies where Optimus would whisk him off his feet and carrying off into the sunset and away from this terrible world. Where they would lock fingers with each other and share a passionate...oooh Primus, he couldn't even think of saying it without going red.

He still felt a tad bit guilty after Optimus took a hit meant for him, but the Prime said that he would of taken a blow for him anytime, if it meant he could protect those dearest to him. That sentence alone made the young Gamma blush like mad and his Spark pulse like crazy. He still couldn't believe that he was in love with the Prime himself. It was like a fairytale that somehow came true and he was only a few pages away from the ending! He also had this little suspicstion that Optimus may have feelings for him. That or he was treating him as he treated any of his other friends.

The more time they spent together the more Jazz fell in love with him. He tried to behave for Optimus's sake, stayed clear of Ultra Magnus and did his best to act polite around the higher ups whenever they were around. Optimus had told him that he could be himself and that he would deal with Ultra Magnus if he ever tried to persucute him. That alone made Jazz blush like crazy.

He also wondered, what did Optimus think of him? Did he just see him as a friend? Or did he truly see him as a mech he could love? He wasn't sure if he did for Optimus was a Prime and a Prime was supposed to mate with a mech or femme that met his high standerds. Then again, Optimus didn't act like a proper Prime. Comapared to the other Primes in the past, Optimus was considered an...oddball, and that was trying to be nice. His armour was plain ratio of colour, the way he acted was bizarre compared to the other Primes and apparently he didn't...well...speak like a Prime. Yes he was able to pull off marvelous and inspiring speeches but his accent was a little off. Some believed it was because Optimus grew up around common Beta mechs and picked up their accents. Even Ultra Magnus sounded fancier than him.

But Jazz didn't really mind. Optimus sounded perfect to him.

In fact one afternoon, Optimus invited him to sit down in his office and read some feedback from the other cities and states of Cybertron. Some of it was really positive and the Prime wanted to see Jazz's reaction towards it.

So there they were, just the pair of them, drinking Energon tea and reading reports together. It was heavenly for the young Gamma, sitting beside a mech he now cherished. The bonus was that since they were drinking together, Optimus was not wearing his mask, meaning he could stare at that handsome face as much as he wanted to.

'It seems the Senetors of Polyhex are interested but won't take any action until the Gamma's in their region are investigated. This is a good sign, believe me. The Polyhexigons are very self centred when it comes to matters like these.'

Jazz just nodded and continued to listen.

'They just built a Temple down in the Gamma slums in Sim Fur. It's already attracted the attention of the media and your people have been given Energon and support.'

Jazz nodded again, failing to hear the good news.

'We've recieved some results from recent polls and we appear to be gaining the trust from the public!'

Once again he did nothing but nod, gazing into Optimus's face and focusing all his attention onto him. He was deep in a trance, gazing into the optics of the mech he had grown to adore more than anything else in this cold world. He couldn't deny the fact that he was in love with Optimus Prime, he had fallen for the gentle Prime and was easily swooned by his charms. He didn't seem to care about his own kind anymore or what would happen to him. All that he cared about was that he was sitting here with the one mech that had changed his life.

There was still the one little detail that was bugging him a little. Did Optimus feel the same about him? Did he...love him? He had treated Jazz with such kindness and respect, risking his own wellbeing to keep him safe from others. For a while Jazz thought was that it was because he was a special guest, someone he could use to help others. However he eventually noticed that it was how Optimus treated all his friends. He treated them all with the same caring and concern that made him so attractive.

Was Jazz just another friend to him?

'Jazz?'

The young Gamma blinked and looked up to see Optimus looking at him with concern.

'Oh, sorry. Did ya say somethin' Optimus?'

Optimus chuckled and showed him the open data-pad.

'Apparently Senator Prixus wanted to make up for his actions and has invited us to attend the Memorial of his late Mate, to pay his respects. He was hoping that you and I could come along to pray for Lady Melodia.'

Jazz winced upon hearing that name. Senator Prixus...creeped him out. Everytime he saw him he felt this chilling sensation deep within him and fear taking control of him. It was a very cold and almost farmilar feeling of dread. As if he had seen him in his nightmares as a Sparkling and it somehow came to life! The young Gamma would rather never see him again but Optimus had a positive look on his face about it.

'It would be nice if we could make ammends with Senator Prixus. Also I have been meaning to vist Lady Melodia's memorial, it would be good if we could go with him, to show that we are willing to forgive.'

The young Gamma sighed but smirked as he look up at Optimus's please face.

'Ya can't hate anyone, can ya?'

Optimus smiled and looked at Jazz.

'Hating someone never gets you anywhere, no matter how much they wronged you. If you truly wish to fix things between you and another then you would put everything aside to put everything right. Senator Prixus may be a...difficult mech, it is refreshing to see that he is trying to make up for his actions.'

Jazz still wasn't sure about but then Optimus suddenly said,

'I would be happy if you joined me to pay our respects to Lady Melodia.'

Frag, even if it was visit to say something to the dead and to spend a day with a mech that freaked him right the frag out, it still sounded like an invatation for a date...and Jazz fell for it.

'Welll...fine...but if he tries anythin' on me, I won't forgive ya!' he pouted, folding his arms and raising his olfaction sensor.

Optimus laughed.

'I think you've been spending too much time around the Alpha's.'

Jazz blushed and looked down at his feet. Eventually he started to laugh as well.

'An' who's fault is that?' he snorted.

The two began to laugh at their own little joke until their laughter echoed around the large room.

Their little amusement was cut short when Prowl entered the room, coming to pick Jazz up so he could escort him to his temporary job. The young Gamma sighed and stood up, preparing to leave.

'Duty calls, as they say,' he sighed.

The Prime smirked at Jazz, still amused from their little joke.

'Enjoy yourself...and will you be attending tomorrow?'

Jazz groaned and placed his hands on his hips.

'That creep better be polite an' all!'

Optimus laughed again.

'I'll take that as a yes then?'

Jazz said nothing but smiled. As he turned to leave he said,

'I'll try to be nice for Senator Prixus!'

Then as he walked off, he added, 'for you,' under his breath. He left the room with Prowl, leaving Optimus all alone to finish his reports.

The Prime smiled a little and looked down at the reports that had so much positive information regaurding his little project concerning the Gamma class. It was so overwhelming to see that his work was making others happy, that he was furfilling his duty as a Prime and caring for the people of Cybertron. Soon the Gamma's would be treated as equals as would every other class in their world. Soon nobody would have to be restricted to certain areas or treated poorly because of who they were. They would have true freedom and live happily.

Optimus sighed quietly as he began to think about Jazz, his Gamma friend.

His feelinsg towards him were...strange. Strange enough to make him feel this way whenever he saw him. When he first met him back in the slums, he had hoped that they would become friends and now that they were friends...Optimus suddenly found that he wanted something more.

He couldn't deny that Jazz was...very attractive and appealing to look at but...could he be with him? It wasn't because he was worried what the people would think if they saw him dating a Gamma mech, that was his own business. What worried him was that, would Jazz love him? Did Jazz even think about him this way? Or was he just merely thinking of him as a friend?

Also...could Optimus ever love again? He had been hurt before, both metally and physically. At the time he wasn't even sure if he could ever love again...but now that Jazz had come into his life, old feelings and emotions he hadn't felt in a long time began to resurface.

He adored Jazz, that much was true...but could he love him? Could he love Jazz without failing?

Frowning he looked out the window at the glamerous city of Cybertron, wondering if they could ever anything more than friends.

Description
A Love Out of Reach Part 14
TFG1 OPxJ
Picking up the Trail (I named it that for a good reason)

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A couple of weeks had passed since the incident with Senator Xion and already everyone who he attacked had recovered from their personal injuries. Even Hot Rod regained concious and he was taken back to his private quarters where he could rest. Senator Xion was also in his private quarters where he was discussing certain things with Alpha Trion. He was possibly trying to find a way where he didn't have the whole world knowing that he had stabbed Optimus Prime in the arm with a scapel. Personely Jazz wanted him to suffer for what he did and amused himself with thoughts of Xion going back to Kalis and getting jeered at by his own people. He even giggled at one of his strange fantasies where Xion ended up being banished to the slums and taking over his old job at the Iacon Doorstep. The very idea of it sent him into a fit of giggles.

He was feeling much better now that every thing with Optimus not Bonding with Hot Rod and everyone not hating him for shouting back at the Senator had cleared up. He was even surprised that Ultra Magnus wasn't coming to arrest him for shouting at a respected higher up. Maybe he was too busy trying to clear the air between them and a still very angry Senator Xion. Even Optimus was now trying to find other ways to get Kalis to become good allies with Iacon. It meant he was extremly busy but he did make the effort to visit Jazz every now and then when he got a break. It made Jazz's Spark flutter when Optimus rushed to see him so they could chat and be together for a short while.

High Councilman Trax even got back with him to say that he got him a tempoary job at a poplur broadcast company where the infamous Blaster worked. He was in need of an assitant whilst his regaular one went away for some medical care. All he had to do was prep his Energon, organize his scripts and arrange his collection of music. He was a Beta with Spark of gold and according to Prowl he absolutly hated Omega Supiriors for reasons unknown. He also heard that this Blaster was eager to meet him since he had also never seen a Gamma before. Jazz of course wondered what deal did he make with Trax to get him this small job? He didn't really care since working in a populor broadcast comapany got him feeling excited. Even Optimus was pleased for him.

Everything was getting back to, what Jazz could call, normal. Prowl spent his evenings dating the chatty merchant Bluestreak, Ratchet was flirting with his patients again whilst Wheeljack would beat him up afterwards, Ironhide got back to training with the twins, Mirage invited him to a private room where they talked about many things including his secret relasionship with the Delta Hound and Optimus was working even harder to make the Gamma's lives easier.

Already he was arranging interveiws, media conferences, meetings with important higher ups and even encouraging other cities to send an ambassidor down to visit the Gamma slums and to spend a day with the people down there. Jazz watched the news program with glee as he watched how Alpha's and/or Supiriors would walk around the slums within their own cities, trying to understand the mechs and the femmes who lived down there. In Sim Fur they were already trying to build a Temple down there, which to the Gamma's delight would not only help teach them the teachings of Primus but take care of the ones who could not find a home for themselves.

All over Cybertron talkshows and broadcasts were talking about Optimus Prime's plan to tear down the walls that divided them and unite them all as a single race, a single class. Some were calling him a hero, others said he was sent from Primus to do his bidding. Others, who didn't like the idea of sharing their turf with anything lower than them, stated that Optimus clearly was thinking this one through and that he should reconsider. Then of them had the engines to say what they really thought of Optimus's idea. However some of them were slowly approving of the idea.

Jazz was even invited to meet mechs that someone like him could only dream of meeting. Since he had officaly been declared as the Gamma represenitive by Optimus Prime, the young Gamma had some what become an infamous celbrity himself. From famous celebrities to important Goverment officials, Jazz met them all and did his best to act polite whilst retaining his natral behaviour. Most of them were slightly cautious, since some of them had never seen a Gamma up close before, whilst many were very curious about his life in the slums.

It was tiring work but Jazz didn't really mind. After all, he got to spend more time with Optimus.

The young Gamma couldn't deny it anymore that he had a very large crush on the Omega Supirior. It wasn't just his looks, Optimus was the first mech who had been kind to him, treated him like an equal and went to great lenghs to make him and his people happy. The time they spent together just felt so magical, it was like a Sparkling's bedtime story. Jazz only wished it would last forever. When Optimus made time to spend it with Jazz, the young Gamma felt giddy inside. He started to have fantasies where Optimus would whisk him off his feet and carrying off into the sunset and away from this terrible world. Where they would lock fingers with each other and share a passionate...oooh Primus, he couldn't even think of saying it without going red.

He still felt a tad bit guilty after Optimus took a hit meant for him, but the Prime said that he would of taken a blow for him anytime, if it meant he could protect those dearest to him. That sentence alone made the young Gamma blush like mad and his Spark pulse like crazy. He still couldn't believe that he was in love with the Prime himself. It was like a fairytale that somehow came true and he was only a few pages away from the ending! He also had this little suspicstion that Optimus may have feelings for him. That or he was treating him as he treated any of his other friends.

The more time they spent together the more Jazz fell in love with him. He tried to behave for Optimus's sake, stayed clear of Ultra Magnus and did his best to act polite around the higher ups whenever they were around. Optimus had told him that he could be himself and that he would deal with Ultra Magnus if he ever tried to persucute him. That alone made Jazz blush like crazy.

He also wondered, what did Optimus think of him? Did he just see him as a friend? Or did he truly see him as a mech he could love? He wasn't sure if he did for Optimus was a Prime and a Prime was supposed to mate with a mech or femme that met his high standerds. Then again, Optimus didn't act like a proper Prime. Comapared to the other Primes in the past, Optimus was considered an...oddball, and that was trying to be nice. His armour was plain ratio of colour, the way he acted was bizarre compared to the other Primes and apparently he didn't...well...speak like a Prime. Yes he was able to pull off marvelous and inspiring speeches but his accent was a little off. Some believed it was because Optimus grew up around common Beta mechs and picked up their accents. Even Ultra Magnus sounded fancier than him.

But Jazz didn't really mind. Optimus sounded perfect to him.

In fact one afternoon, Optimus invited him to sit down in his office and read some feedback from the other cities and states of Cybertron. Some of it was really positive and the Prime wanted to see Jazz's reaction towards it.

So there they were, just the pair of them, drinking Energon tea and reading reports together. It was heavenly for the young Gamma, sitting beside a mech he now cherished. The bonus was that since they were drinking together, Optimus was not wearing his mask, meaning he could stare at that handsome face as much as he wanted to.

'It seems the Senetors of Polyhex are interested but won't take any action until the Gamma's in their region are investigated. This is a good sign, believe me. The Polyhexigons are very self centred when it comes to matters like these.'

Jazz just nodded and continued to listen.

'They just built a Temple down in the Gamma slums in Sim Fur. It's already attracted the attention of the media and your people have been given Energon and support.'

Jazz nodded again, failing to hear the good news.

'We've recieved some results from recent polls and we appear to be gaining the trust from the public!'

Once again he did nothing but nod, gazing into Optimus's face and focusing all his attention onto him. He was deep in a trance, gazing into the optics of the mech he had grown to adore more than anything else in this cold world. He couldn't deny the fact that he was in love with Optimus Prime, he had fallen for the gentle Prime and was easily swooned by his charms. He didn't seem to care about his own kind anymore or what would happen to him. All that he cared about was that he was sitting here with the one mech that had changed his life.

There was still the one little detail that was bugging him a little. Did Optimus feel the same about him? Did he...love him? He had treated Jazz with such kindness and respect, risking his own wellbeing to keep him safe from others. For a while Jazz thought was that it was because he was a special guest, someone he could use to help others. However he eventually noticed that it was how Optimus treated all his friends. He treated them all with the same caring and concern that made him so attractive.

Was Jazz just another friend to him?

'Jazz?'

The young Gamma blinked and looked up to see Optimus looking at him with concern.

'Oh, sorry. Did ya say somethin' Optimus?'

Optimus chuckled and showed him the open data-pad.

'Apparently Senator Prixus wanted to make up for his actions and has invited us to attend the Memorial of his late Mate, to pay his respects. He was hoping that you and I could come along to pray for Lady Melodia.'

Jazz winced upon hearing that name. Senator Prixus...creeped him out. Everytime he saw him he felt this chilling sensation deep within him and fear taking control of him. It was a very cold and almost farmilar feeling of dread. As if he had seen him in his nightmares as a Sparkling and it somehow came to life! The young Gamma would rather never see him again but Optimus had a positive look on his face about it.

'It would be nice if we could make ammends with Senator Prixus. Also I have been meaning to vist Lady Melodia's memorial, it would be good if we could go with him, to show that we are willing to forgive.'

The young Gamma sighed but smirked as he look up at Optimus's please face.

'Ya can't hate anyone, can ya?'

Optimus smiled and looked at Jazz.

'Hating someone never gets you anywhere, no matter how much they wronged you. If you truly wish to fix things between you and another then you would put everything aside to put everything right. Senator Prixus may be a...difficult mech, it is refreshing to see that he is trying to make up for his actions.'

Jazz still wasn't sure about but then Optimus suddenly said,

'I would be happy if you joined me to pay our respects to Lady Melodia.'

Frag, even if it was visit to say something to the dead and to spend a day with a mech that freaked him right the frag out, it still sounded like an invatation for a date...and Jazz fell for it.

'Welll...fine...but if he tries anythin' on me, I won't forgive ya!' he pouted, folding his arms and raising his olfaction sensor.

Optimus laughed.

'I think you've been spending too much time around the Alpha's.'

Jazz blushed and looked down at his feet. Eventually he started to laugh as well.

'An' who's fault is that?' he snorted.

The two began to laugh at their own little joke until their laughter echoed around the large room.

Their little amusement was cut short when Prowl entered the room, coming to pick Jazz up so he could escort him to his temporary job. The young Gamma sighed and stood up, preparing to leave.

'Duty calls, as they say,' he sighed.

The Prime smirked at Jazz, still amused from their little joke.

'Enjoy yourself...and will you be attending tomorrow?'

Jazz groaned and placed his hands on his hips.

'That creep better be polite an' all!'

Optimus laughed again.

'I'll take that as a yes then?'

Jazz said nothing but smiled. As he turned to leave he said,

'I'll try to be nice for Senator Prixus!'

Then as he walked off, he added, 'for you,' under his breath. He left the room with Prowl, leaving Optimus all alone to finish his reports.

The Prime smiled a little and looked down at the reports that had so much positive information regaurding his little project concerning the Gamma class. It was so overwhelming to see that his work was making others happy, that he was furfilling his duty as a Prime and caring for the people of Cybertron. Soon the Gamma's would be treated as equals as would every other class in their world. Soon nobody would have to be restricted to certain areas or treated poorly because of who they were. They would have true freedom and live happily.

Optimus sighed quietly as he began to think about Jazz, his Gamma friend.

His feelinsg towards him were...strange. Strange enough to make him feel this way whenever he saw him. When he first met him back in the slums, he had hoped that they would become friends and now that they were friends...Optimus suddenly found that he wanted something more.

He couldn't deny that Jazz was...very attractive and appealing to look at but...could he be with him? It wasn't because he was worried what the people would think if they saw him dating a Gamma mech, that was his own business. What worried him was that, would Jazz love him? Did Jazz even think about him this way? Or was he just merely thinking of him as a friend?

Also...could Optimus ever love again? He had been hurt before, both metally and physically. At the time he wasn't even sure if he could ever love again...but now that Jazz had come into his life, old feelings and emotions he hadn't felt in a long time began to resurface.

He adored Jazz, that much was true...but could he love him? Could he love Jazz without failing?

Frowning he looked out the window at the glamerous city of Cybertron, wondering if they could ever anything more than friends.