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Fair enough. In one way or another, Jazz has definitely corrupted at least a handful of youth.

Timing can be quite a difficult thing.

Usually, she tended to arrive a little late to class, not terribly late, just within the range of what was fashionable, getting sometimes a little glare from the teacher and a word of warning. More than once she had arrived late to a family gathering, next to her mom who also tended to take her time; she had entered already full auditoriums often, and she had got a few stares for getting into full lectures or plays, looking for an available seat only to finally settle for standing in the back of the room.

Time escaped her sometimes, when she went into the woods with the intention of losing herself as she gathered mushrooms, flowers and herbs, watching its fauna from afar, always respectful of life. Time escaped her when she met him, too, trying to convince him to tell her his story, it seemed to escape her for the last time as she left his house a little too late that night.

On her way home, she was just on time to meet a terrible creature that would mimic her terrified screams, following her into the city, chasing her around every street and alley. She was also just on time when she managed to escape it, running from the disjointed creature that slowly took her shape, its cacophony of sounds soon imitating her voice like a parrot as she ran into the rows of warehouses to lose it and keep it off her tracks.

She was also, just on time, when she heard Noah calling her name, soon meeting this other her, her limbs a tangled mess, with everything a little too long, her voice a little too raspy and dry, like it was coming out of an old speaker. As the creature approached him, and he froze in place, her timing was perfect as she came down with her shears straight into the creature’s heart.

They looked at this creature’s corpse, how it decomposed at a terrible speed, almost breaking down immediately into something that looked like ashes. She couldn’t help but to look at him, wondering if now they’d come to face more mysteries which would make her want to be just on time.

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Usually medals are something you hang on the walls. They are shiny and bright and represent some sort of achievement.

She had her fair share of medals, a few in science, just like Noah, and although he had many more in physics than she ever could, she had as many for physical education competitions; races, shot put and javelins. She thought she never paid too much attention to them, they made her mother proud, and at school they would put her in front of everyone and take pretty pictures.

To think that she would go unharmed, when Noah was filled with scars, was foolish of her. She thought she could be faster and stronger, that her shears would pierce through everything, that as long as she kept her senses sharp she would have nothing to fear.

But when they threaten those who you love the most, and its not your own life the one that’s in danger but someone else’s, you get sloppy, clumsy, nervous. Seeing her own mother as a target, just like Noah’s was, just like a lot of other people in town, it was something that made her shiver to her core.

She looked at the new forming scar in her arm, could this be a new form of medal?

Twisted Sister reference aside, this one Jazz can categorically deny. He's never smoked and he's never so much as set foot in a boy's room.

Anon....... I've been so inactive lately and barely doing any fact checking, I don't feel like I deserve this. But I also really needed it this afternoon, so thank you ;A;

Oh no. Now you’ve done it. Hasn’t Autobot Headquarters heard enough of Jazz’s singing already?

… too bad, they’re about to hear more.