YP: Just an idea I had while thinking about what would happen if me 'n' my Jazz toy was tossed into the G1 world. Enjoy.

"Five more minutes…" I murmured from where I was sitting at my art desk, forehead lying on the closed cover of my laptop. "Then, I'm going to pass out from boredom. Seriously…need…something…to do…" With every word, I smacked my head onto my laptop, but not very hard to make sure I didn't hurt my poor computer.

Sitting up straight, I sighed and opened the laptop, logging on. Internet Explorer popped up and I began to do what I do best; surf the net. My ears twitched slightly as I heard my little brother open the door to my room and bounce over to where I was sitting. "Look." He grinned, holding something in front of my face. "Guess who?"

"Hmm…you and your Ironhide toy?" I poked said toy and pulled it from his grasp. "Ah…Ironhide as he shall appear in the new Transformers movie…he's got a BFG!" I grinned.

"A big, friendly giant?" John joked.

"No, a big f-in' gun!" I laughed, poking Ironhide's huge gun. "He's got two of 'em too!" I grinned and cuddled the toy. "Wait a second…where'd you get this one?! I only found BB, Scorpy, Barricade and Jazzie…" I pointed to Jazz's toy, who was standing proudly on my bookshelf, rifle aimed at my Soundwave toy.

"Wal-Mart."

"I knew that…"

"Last one."

"…Lucky!!" I giggled, poking his chest. "Can I put him next to Jazz? Please? Please, please, please, please?!" I was already putting Ironhide on the topmost shelf of my bookcase, right next to Jazz with his guns aimed at Starscream.

"No!" John jumped and snatched him. "He's mine!" With that, the boy ran out of my room and I pouted, sitting down on my stool and turning back to my computer.

I glanced up and saw Jazz sitting on my desk. Confused, I poked him. "How'd you get down here?" I murmured, picking him up gently. I swear his visor twinkled slightly. Grumbling, I poked him again and put him down. "I hate that boy…" I murmured, looking at my twenty inch Bumblebee toy. "…Wanna go see POC3? Then head to the library? They've got a new shipment of graphic novels."

Without waiting for an answer – not like I would have gotten one – I loaded up Jazz into my purse, which had taken me an hour to find the day before seeing as how I don't use them often, slid my laptop into my book bag and grabbed my wallet. With a shout to my brother I was going out, I left the house and snagged my brother's bike. Snickering at the image of his face when he realized I had took it as it popped into my mind, I put the bike back. He'd kill me if I took it. With a sigh, I decided to run for it. The bus stop was near my house and I had enough money for a bus ticket and movie ticket. Maybe not for candy at the movies, but I always carried gum with me. That would work.

Huffing, I held my purse close by my side so both my wallet and Jazz wouldn't fall out as I ran. Hoping and praying I wouldn't miss the bus, I kicked my legs into overdrive. If I missed the bus, I would miss the start of the movie and I wasn't willing to miss the movie. Plus, it would end thirty minutes before my curfew and the new showing would end two hours after my curfew.

I would be dead. Really, really dead.

I got to bus stop just as it arrived and scrambled on, heading to the back. Once there, I pulled my backpack into my lap, legs spread out lazily on the large, back bench and sighed, closing my eyes. Next thing I knew, someone was shaking my shoulder and telling me to wake up.

"Alright, get up." The bus driver stood up straight and I rubbed my eyes. I hadn't meant to fall asleep…I just had. He pointed to the door and I sighed, standing up and grabbing my book bag.

I walked out, grumbling, and then looked up. Wait a second! I turned to talk to the bus driver, only to realize the bus had driven off. My eyes widened as I looked around. I was no longer in Montgomery, that much I knew, but I had no idea where I was. The town was bigger and a lot more crowded.

And we were near a beach.

I could see it from where I was standing at the bus stop. Blinking, I hurried towards it. I rarely get to be near the ocean and figured what the heck? After all, I wanted to at least go get some shells. Mom would like those. That thought made me freeze. Mom! She probably didn't know where I was! And, judging by were the sun was in the sky, I had been asleep for at least two hours.

"Hey, man, you mind not running so fast? It hurts!" A voice with a Southern, almost Cajun, voice asked. I blinked and looked around. Someone pulled on my pants leg, "Hey, man, down here!"

I glanced down and saw the strangest sight in the world; my Jazz toy – the one from the 2007 Transformers movie – was sitting on the top of my purse and holding onto the straps. My mouth dropped and I got the impression he was grinning at me. I could practically see the famous Jazz grin I loved grinning up at me behind that mask Michael Bay had stuck on him. "Holy sh…slag!" I managed to stop myself from cursing just in time.

"What's the mattah?" Jazz asked, his voice sounded like it had in the 1980's cartoon, Cajun and sexy. "Nevah seen a Transformer 'fore?"

"…" I just stared at him until screaming brought me back to the present and I heard people running. Yelping, I grabbed Jazz up, holding him so I didn't drop him or he didn't fall, and slid into an empty building to avoid being trampled to death. "What-What's going on?" I managed out, looking down at the blue visor that was looking up at me.

"Decepticons." Jazz answered, climbing up my arm and sitting on my shoulder. "Ya migh' wanna run."

"Autobots don't run!" I tried, but then sighed. "But I ain't no Autobot, shoot, I'm wearing a Decepticon T-Shirt! …And you're…" I glanced at Jazz, trying to figure out what to say without hurting his feelings.

"A toy?"

"Tiny." I said instead, sighing. I reached into my purse and pulled out the weapon that came with Jazz: a rifle. "Here. Does this work?"

"We 'bout t' find out, lil' lady." Jazz took the rifle, aimed and fired. The blast nearly knocked the Autobot off of my shoulder, but he managed to grab onto the shoulder of my black shift. "It works!" He said, climbing back onto his 'perch'.

"O-kay…I see that now…"

"Die, Autobot!" A familiar voice yelled and my eyes widened; I scurried over to the door and peeked out, making sure Jazz was hidden. Of course, the Autobot wasn't having any of that; he climbed onto my head, holding onto my baseball hat, and peeked out as well.

Megatron was firing at an injured Ironhide as Soundwave and the coneheads started to load up some stolen energon. My mouth dropped and, instead of glomping the crap out of Ironhide's leg like I wanted to, hid back inside the building and looked at Jazz. "Okay…answer me this, Jazz…how are they real? How the slag are you real?!"

"Hmm…dun' know how ah was in yer world or got int' dis body," The silver Autobot shrugged as he sat on the top of my head. "All ah know is dat yer in our world now."

"…How?!"

"Ask Wheeljack or Perceptor. They'll know, not me."

"Point." I agreed, peeking out again. "Okay…so…we're in G1…not too bad, I guess. After all, we could be stuck in Energon." I joked, but I was still nervous as the Pitt.

"Soundwave," Megatron said as he kicked the unconscious Ironhide away from him, "I want this city drained dry. Every last drop shall be ours."

"Yes, Megatron." Soundwave continued to load the energon with the coneheads as I looked around and, snatching Jazz off of my head, scurried over to the unconscious Ironhide and poked his cheek with my foot, making sure no one saw me.

"Psst! Hey! C'mon, 'Hide! Get your aft up!" I tried, poking him over and over again. "C'mon…at least get up t' call the other Autobots!"

"No use, kiddo." Jazz sighed as he climbed down my shirt and jumped, landing on the ground lightly. "He's out like a light. Ol' Ironhide always was a tough one t' wake up."

"Well, what am I supposed to do?"

Something caught Jazz's optic and he glanced up. "Run." He said, jumping up and catching onto my purse. Within seconds, he was tucked in comfortably, the tip of his rifle sticking out and pointing behind me.

I flinched and groaned. "Let me guess. Decepticon…" I turned slowly and gaped. "Oh slag…Mega-Dork!" With a yelp, I ran for it, jumping over Ironhide's hand as I did so. "What d' I do?!"

"Run!" Jazz said again; I heard his rifle fire and my purse shook. "He's catching up!"

"Of course he is! I'm only five foot six! He's, what, twenty, thirty, forty feet?" I knew that the chase was over before it even began, but I didn't expect to be caught so quickly. Not even when the dark fingers circled around my body and lifted me into the air. "…This is so not good." I gulped, looking up at Megatron as his burning red optics glared into me, "Oh c'mon! The other humans last longer than that…"

"I guess you're just slow." Icould practically hear my brother teasing me. I was faster than him and he called me slow! Oh well…couldn't worry about it now.

Without thinking, I put my hand into my purse and slowly wrapped it around Jazz, making sure that he was still okay. He put his hand on my thumb and I sighed. He was okay. For now.

"Don't sound so relieved human," Megatron growled, not knowing I was relieved that Jazz was okay, and his grip tightened a bit. "You're not – oh, what's the human term? – out of the woods yet." He grinned and I glared, but then eeped when he growled.

"Yeah, well…" My brain kicked into overdrive, trying to think of a comeback. None came to mind, so I just blurted out, "You'll be sorry when the Autobots get here, Mega-Dork!" I felt my face burn a bit when he threw his head back and laughed. "What's so funny?"

He squeezed a bit more and I squeaked. I felt Jazz's grip on my hand tighten, he was feeling the pressure increase as well. "You pitiful humans. You always think the Autobots are going to rescue you."

"No, I've just seen every single episode of Transformers and know you get your aft handed to you by the Autobots is all." I shot back. He growled and tightened again, "Though," I admitted, "a rescue would be nice right about now…" However, that statement only made him laugh more.

"Autobot detected, Megatron." Soundwave said, standing up. I felt myself stiffen in Megatron's grasp. Was he talking about Jazz or were the Autobots going to live up to their last-second timing?

"Where?" Megatron growled; he glared at the coneheads and they grabbed the energon cubes and ran for it.

Soundwave was about to reply, but then got a confused look on his face – or rather, as much of a confused look on his face that he could get. He glanced at me and I eeped, tightening my grip on Jazz, but then released him when I remembered he was already being smushed enough by Megatron. He didn't need me squishing him. Megatron turned his head and looked at me. Suddenly, he was holding me in the air by the back of my shirt and I yelped as I dangled. I gripped onto my purse for dear life, hugging it near my chest as I shut my eyes tightly.

Megatron laughed. "Afraid?" He chuckled.

"Not of you, you dork! Of heights!" I yelped, feeling my lunch wanting to come up. Oh Primus, I hate heights! They make me want to puke and then faint! "Put me down!"

"Soundwave, where's the Autobot?"

"Sensors indicate the human has it." Soundwave said, but even with his voice monotone, I could tell he didn't believe it himself. I felt Megatron poke and prod me and I kicked his hand.

"Touch me again and I swear…" I left it hanging – no pun intended – because there was nothing I could do to the Decepticon tyrant except threaten him.

With a whimper, I silently begged for my feet to touch solid ground. Little did I know that the moment I wished for it, it was granted. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw that Megatron had me in the palm of his hand and was looking me over. His optics rested on my chest and I realized he – finally – noticed the Decepticon insignia on my black shirt. Jazz squirmed in the purse and I held it closer.

"Hmph." Was all Megatron said as he looked at the shirt. Of course, then he happened to notice the Autobot necklace I had on and narrowed his optics. He reached for it and I realized I had to – in the words of the great country music duo Brooks and Dunn – 'boot, scoot 'n' boogie' out of there. The big oaf could break my neck if he wasn't careful.

"In the words of the 1980's Ninja Turtles…COWABUNGA!!" I yelled as I jumped off of his hand and plummeted towards the ground, kicking my legs freely for a few seconds before almost curling up. "Jazz, if we die, let me just say I love your voice and accent." I mumbled to the toy in my purse as the wind whipped by us.

I hit something metal hard and everything went black for a few moments. When things finally came back into focus, my head was hurting and ears were ringing, but I was alive. And the hand that was holding me was not black; not Megatron's. Someone shook my shoulder and I moaned, rolling over. Looking up, I saw Jazz standing on my chest and two worried optics looking down at me. I think I grinned drunkenly when I waved up because the worried only intensified.

"Heyas." I said, sitting up. Jazz rolled off of my chest and into my lap, but I caught him. "Sorry, Jazz-Man."

"'S okay." The action figure sat down in my hand after I picked him up and I glanced up at my savior. Ironhide. I swear, if my head had not been killing me, I would have glomped him for saving my life. "Dude, I love you." I said, smiling, but then realized what I said shook my head. "Did not mean it like that!"

Ironhide looked confused, but Jazz snickered. "Uh…whatever, kid. Look, we gotta get outta here." He said, looking around. I did the same and realized that the Decepticons were gone. For now. He transformed and I oofed as I landed in the front seat.

"C'n ya just drop me off at my house? Please? I need Tylenol…" I held a hand to my head as the seatbelt snapped itself. "And lots of rest…"

"No can do. Not until we figure out how Jazz got turned into…" He trailed off and I looked down at the toy that was sitting in my lap. I murmured something and laid my head back, "Just relax, kid. We're the good guys."

"Ironhide, I've been watching Transformers since I was four. I know that." I grumbled, trying to get as comfortable as I could with a sleeping Transformer in my lap.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen Jazz had fallen asleep in my lap. Had I been somewhat conscious, I would have fan-girl squealed, but truth is, I was too slaggin' tired to do anything. That and my head was killing me, yelling 'sleep!'

I obeyed my head and fell asleep when Ironhide laid the seat back and I pulled Jazz up to my head and I snuggled into the seat. Something pulled on my hair, now I think Jazz was using it as a pillow or blanket, but I ignored it and drifted off finally.

YP: Ya read, please review.