A Peek in My: 'If Our Worlds Collide' Transformers fanfiction

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I do not own Transformers, but I do own this fanfiction and my characters: Wildstrike, Emily, and Saberquake.
A 'Transformers: Robots in Disguise' x 'Transformers movie' x my own characters fanfic. 

No one could possibly see her there. Up top on the highest balcony in campus. Her golden blonde hair flew in the air as the cold winter breeze blew them. I’m never going to get him… He’s just too perfect for me. Emily thought about Jazz. I don’t deserve him.

            She was too busy trying to learn her steps for the winter ball with a cute jockey – who she had met a few hours ago – to think about it. So, the blonde tried to get her mind off things, like college, her human friends, her love story, and her techno-organic friends…Jazz. Her eyes flickered as if some dust got into them when she thought about him; him, the silver-haired techno. 

            Emily took a bad step forward, slipped off her white milky heels, and lost her balance. He then, her human crush, caught her with his strong arms around her waist. She smiled at him. “Thank you, Cade.”

            Though she couldn’t notice, someone else on the library balcony – which was a story right under hers – was also looking desperately; at her. The person who was a teen boy, at least that’s how he looked like in his holoform, gritted his teeth together. He knew that there would be a barrier between his and her kind. “She’ll never give him up, you know. She likes him too much.”

            Jazz wanted to whip around at that voice, but caught himself. He knew that voice so well, didn’t even run his head around. “Hello, Wildstrike.” His voice was dark.

            “You’re wasting your time.” His friend said and damn, she sounded tired, really tired, but also sorry. “She thinks he’s her destiny; the ‘one’ she was meant to be with together forever – she can’t help herself.”

            “I know.” Jazz replied before starting to deactivate his holoform slowly. “Neither can I.”

~~*~~

            Before he could go away, a thick sack covered Jazz’s holoform behind a big bookcase of the library in a dark corner and disappeared into the shadows with the figure that kidnapped him, wearing a dark coat, which camouflaged in the darkness.

~~*~~

            Wildstrike sighed. She wished her friend – no scratch that, brother – would encourage himself up to confess to Emily. No matter what kind of barriers blocked them both, they had to be together. It’s their destiny. She pulled her long straight, with curves at the ends, dark brown hair – which flowed from dark brown into mocha brown – to a ponytail, but didn’t tie them, just let go, causing them to sway back in the wind. Then the girl remembered how hard it was for her and Bee to confess to each other before. They were really nervous at that time.

            Jazz would’ve felt that way too and maybe also jealous; a lot. She recalled how he would call Emily ‘Beautiful’ at every end of his word to her. And they weren’t meant for flirting, he totally means them. How badly she and the others wanted him and Emily together.

            The femme techno-organic looked up at where the girl she was thinking about was dancing across the quite big balcony with her so-called dream prince. Wildstrike already knew Emily never liked that guy, so why dance with him? She herself didn’t like the guy’s attitude. His SUPER bad boy attitude was clearly keeping her and the gang hate him.

            “Why would she like him when she has Jazz?” Honestly, Jazz was much, MUCH better than the boy. Just when she was about to turn around and leave, she saw a necklace with a strange symbol hanging from his neck. The brunette narrowed her eyes at it to see it better.

            Once the vision turned clearer, the pendant was actually a Decepticon insignia pendant. Wildstrike covered her mouth as she cursed. “HOLY SCRAP! I have to tell the others.” She told herself. As quickly as possible, she bolted through the library, but also tried to keep her boots’ heels to not make any tapping noises.     

            She tried to find the others all over school. Unfortunately, she couldn’t find them anywhere in campus, with no luck, she went outside. Thank God, she finally found them in the green garden house. It was Friday evening, so students are allowed to have free time the whole night in campus, even until the university closes. They just will have to lock up the school by themselves if they did.

            “Guys, we have a problem. Cade is not a human; he’s Barricade.” After looking around in between them in search of Jazz, she noticed he wasn’t with them. Usually, he would come to Saberquake – who was his best sister ever – and seek for comfort & help if he was upset or angry, but Saberquake was out of town for her new carrier in New York.

            “Where’s Jazz?” Something was very wrong today…   

Sideswipe and Wildstrike screeched their wheels as they took off in their alt-modes – Sideswipe transformed into a red Lamborghini Aventador, meanwhile his twin sister transformed into a red Lykan Hypersport – into the sun set. The twins thought Jazz might be at home with Arcee and Ratchet. Ironhide, on the other hand – or servo in this case –, was still having a meeting with his chocolate candy business boss; Mr. Wonka. He would finish around 10 PM, according to what he promised.

            **Are you sure he’s at home? He could’ve been in the computer café or arcade, sneaking around to have Wi-Fi without paying extra fees. ** Wildstrike told her brother through the comm. link, raising one of her optic brows while the other one narrowed.

            **I’m sure! ** Sideswipe reassured her. **But I think that’s why Bumblebee told us to split up into pairs; so we can find him more easily. ** A desperate sigh could be heard from the femme who was driving beside him.

            “Saberquake will not like this.” She whispered to herself, deadpanning. She knew Saberquake was the most protective sister Jazz ever had in his life. If he got into trouble or got hurt, Saberquake would be the one to rescue and kick those people’s aft off.

~~*~~

            Darkness surrounded the silver mech as if he drowned into pitch black water. He tried to scream. But something was covering his mouth, causing his words to muffle. ‘Help!’ turned into ‘Fep!’. An evil chuckle came out of the pitch black darkness. It felt like he was inside water, but he could breath easily. How peculiar… It also smelled fishy around there. Am I in a sewer? He guessed.

            Light slowly appeared, still, it was dim. Not too much light. But enough to reveal the person of the voice; purple armor, icy blue eyes, and the familiar black bow and quiver. Whoever the figure is, she or he was in their robot-mode. Jazz also noticed that his guessing was right; he was in a sewer, a big one.

            “Weak without your friends, aren’t you?” The figure said, smirking evilly; the same smirk worn on Saberquake when she was teasing or bullying on the boys. Jazz’s optics widened. Saberquake?!

            “I kinda figured that out after they ditched you for studying, meanwhile you were busy mourning your jealousy over Emily.” Saberquake said, her voice sounded more like a hiss. “Poor you… Losing your one and only true sparkmate must have hurt. Too bad Barricade got there just in time to prevent her from falling for you.” She hissed again, but this time with a mischievous evil smile. Then the femme snapped her digits and almost immediately, the thing which covered his mouth – probably a handkerchief made of iron – unattached from his mouth.     

            Jazz was free now to yell at his used-to-be-best-friend. “Saberquake? B-but I thought you were in New York.” He asked, confused.

            “I lied, duh. Don’t be so naive. You know I’m an ex-Decepticon.” She told him in a duh-tone.

            “How dare you lie to your family?! We thought you changed!” He spat. A gun lowered down to his neck, threatening him to shut up.

            “Shut your mouth up or I’ll shove a grenade into your throat until it blows up your whole mouth part and I will kill your precious Emily & family.” She snapped, pushing her digit lightly on the trigger, preparing to shoot whenever he threatens back.  

            “What do you want with her?” Jazz narrowed his optic brows while facing face to face at his now enemy.

~~*~~

            Wildstrike and Sideswipe banged the front door of their house open, causing Ratchet to flinch and drop one of his wrenches. “Will you kids stop banging the door?” He said grumpily while grabbing his wrench.

            “Sorry, Ratchet, but we have an emergency.” As soon as that was said, Sideswipe clamped his mouth with his hand and stuttered, forgetting that he wasn’t supposed to say that. “I mean… uh, have you seen Jazz?”

            “No.” The old mech replied like he doesn’t care.    

            His sister glared at him before running towards the kitchen where Arcee was cooking some lasagna for dinner. “Hey, Mom.” The teen greeted with a smile. The Autobot younglings often call Arcee ‘Mom’, if they’re in a good mood.

            “Oh, hi, Sweetspark.” Arcee greeted back, trying to concentrate on the tomato paste she was cooking. “How was your study going? I’m so worried about your History and French.”

            “It’s going well, and yeah, I suck at them. So, probably I’m gonna focus on it a bit. But that’s not the point why I’m here; have you seen Jazz?” Wildstrike blurted out, worried if she might say ‘No’.

            The older femme blinked her optics. “Jazz?” Then she dropped her wooden spoon. “I thought he was with you?”

            Nervously, Wildstrike fiddled her fingers and pursed her lips tightly. “Uh… Well, you see, he got upset somehow and drove away without us. He wasn’t here or there in campus or in any places he might go.”

            “YOU LEFT YOUR BROTHER WHEN HE WAS UPSET AND YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE HE IS?!” Anger raged in Arcee. She massaged her temples and said. “Do you want me to call 911?” Wildstrike knew very well what ‘911’ meant by her; Ironhide. He was the boss of the house, and if there’s trouble, he will finish it. And boy, they’re in trouble.   

            “Please don’t.” Sideswipe quickly showed up from behind the cupboard, begging at his Mom by kneeling on the floor. His twin also nodded and begged as well. Fortunately, Arcee gave up.

            “Alright, I won’t. But you have to find him before midnight, if not, Ratchet, Ironhide and I are coming for you.”

~~*~~

            “No signs of Jazz, and it’s getting late.” Strongarm groaned as she plopped herself on a wheel chair nearby. Their search at school was a waste of time. Who knows what could happen to that boy now?

            “Maybe he’s back home like Sideswipe said?” Bee inquired, rubbing the back of his neck. The two partners were still activating their holoforms even though the whole school left, including the teachers. Now, it was the security guards who stayed there until midnight, locking up the gates. But the two would have to lock up the campus’ rooms they’ve used.

            ** Sideswipe, come in Sideswipe. ** The blonde boy said in the comm. link. He waited for a reply while rubbing his temples, wishing the twins would find some signs of Jazz or maybe in person.

            **Sideswipe here. Did you find him yet, Bee? **

            **I was about to ask that. Well, we haven’t. We’ve searched the whole campus for Primus’s sake! ** Bee freaked out a bit. Panic was starting to rise up in him.

            **Scrap! ** came in Wildstrike’s voice. **Are you absolutely sure, Bee? ** Her tone was filled with worries.

            **I’m positively sure. We’ve searched everywhere from top to bottom. **

            **Bad news is; Jazz isn’t in the house. Even Arcee or Ratchet hadn’t seen him coming. He always makes big noises when he comes in, so he should be quite noticeable. ** She whined, mixed with a little groaning. They’ve searched everywhere! Wait, maybe not everywhere…

            An idea popped inside the femme’s head. **Wait, guys. If Jazz isn’t at campus, or at home, or at the places where he would go, maybe he’s at Emily’s or maybe the sewer below it. He always would go there to play checkers with his ‘friend’ mole. ** Jazz had a specialty of being able to speak to animals, that you won’t know how many animal friends he made. 

            **Wildstrike, you’re a genius! ** Strongarm joined in, applauding for her best friend. **That could work! **

            **Alright Autobots… ** they could feel Wildstrike smirk. The others smirked as well. The trainee Autobots knew they were about to go on an adventure; a dangerous one. The four then yelled out together. **…ROLL OUT! **