This is my first Jazz oc story! I hope you guys like it! Please forgive me with his accent...I'm still trying to find the perfect balance.

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Jazz's pov

Humans are a very confusing species. Why would you run from help? My name is Jazz. And as of last week I have been alive for a month. Well, more like I was revived. Our medic the miracle worker he is brought me back from the matrix last month. I've been out of it for three years give or take, which means that I don't really understand humans too well. To be clear none of the Autobots understand humans very well, but as its TIC, Head of Special Operations, and Culture specialist I'm pretty late to the party. So the abridged version of what I missed is that Sam Witwicky with the aid of his mate Mikaela Banes killed Megatron, finished high school and started college only for Megatron to come back making him drag along his mate, new friend and our allies from the newly founded N.E.S.T to kill him again, but in the process Boss bot died as did he, only for both to be brought back in the field of battle. It took Ratchet bout a year after that to bring me back, thanks to the matrix of leadership, and a lotta luck.

Now fast forward to why Prowl and I are in L.A. We (Meaning me) had secured information that the Con's were taking people of low income in the area. Always the same number of mechs and femmes, and they were never seen again. So we patrolled the area, I in an attempt to get to know the culture better made us stop at a strip mall (It's not what you think...its just stores one would find in a large building called a mall on the side of the road in a shopping complex.) Part of the culture of humans is what they wear. Gap...Mikaela said they have decent style...so I drug Prowl into the store with me. He needs to lighten up from time to time! I understand we're on a mission but that doesn't mean that we can't have a little fun! And it was fun...this femme told me that I need to choose colors that compliment me, which makes sense I suppose, having a holoform is our way of hiding in plain sight, might as well look good while doing it. The same femme also worked at a nearby restaurant, and she also knows a lot about how food works. She recommended the tastiest dish, and didn't mind when I asked her questions about herself. Sam did say that his generation was pretty open to people, perhaps that is why she was so nice. Now here's where it gets twisted. The Con's started to move in on this hood right? So Prowl and I high tailed it only to find Knockout dragging the same femme I had seen nearly all day away. Kicking his aft was easy enough but trying to escape with her was a bit harder. Someone shot her, when they were trying to shoot us instead.

So here I am, racing to a location so Prowl and I can ground bridge back. She passed out in my passenger seat...and she's bleeding. I think she went into shock...Ratchet says that it is bad for them to do that...I'm so fragged when I get there. He'll have my helm for sending her into shock.

Prowl: "How is she?"

Me: "Uh, fine I think...I think that she went inta shock. Are people of her complexion sposed to be pale?"

I'm concerned because I've never really seen a person with a fair amount of melanin look so light. She's kinda a warm brown color, with reddish brownish hair with big brown eyes. They almost seemed cat like when they were open.

Prowl: "I don't believe so. I've already contacted Ratchet and reported her injury. The ground bridge should open up soon."

Sure enough, the bridge opened and we were able to drive through to our base, Diego Garcia. The base is south of the equator in the Indian Ocean...that's about all that I think I should tell you about it. We bridged into the main hangar where Ratchet was waiting. Aaaaaand he's got his famous wrench out. This as humans say; "Does not bode well".

Prowl: "Ratchet, thank Primus you're here. She's-"

Ratchet: "In shock. So I can see. Alright, Jazz open up so I can retrieve her."

I did as he said and before he could bend down to get her, she got up and ran away! I mean she sprinted like her life depended on it. Well in her defense, she's probably freaked out beyond reason. She doesn't really know who or what we are. She definitely wasnt ready for Ratchet's holoform to sack her to the ground.

Celeste: "LET ME GO! I SWEAR TO GOD! LET! ME! GO!"

Ratchet: "CALM DOWN! YOU HAVE INJURIES THAT NEED TREATMENT!"

Celeste: "NO! I AM NOT GOING TO BE YOUR EXPERIMENT! I-"

She slumped. What the frag did he give her?

Me: "Uh...Ratch? What'd ya do to her?"

Ratchet: "I gave her a mild sedative. I had better sew up her arm. She has lost a little bit of blood."

I followed him to the medbay where Prime and Hide were standing, talking to Will and Epps. Those two are pretty neat dudes if you ask me. They're really good out in the field too. They lead the soldiers of N.E.S.T into battle alongside us every single time and they never fail to "Bring the rain" as they say. Ratchet patched up her arm rather quickly. I suppose he has had enough practice, what with putting bots and humans together and such.

Prime: "Ratchet, how long before she will regain consciousness?"

Ratchet: "Oh, about half a joor or so. Depends if she wants to wake up right away or not when the sedative wears off."

Will: "As soon as she wakes up, we'll see what she remembers."

Me: "Oh she remembers. Ratch had to tackle her to the ground cause she "Didnt want to be our experiment." That kinda hurt, won't lie."

Prowl: "I suggest that we keep her here for an extended period of time, seeing that the Decepticons wanted her."

Prime: "I agree, she obviously is of some value to the Decepticons. We can not have her falling into the wrong hands. Much less to say that she knows too much about us already, sending her back out there could lead to our downfall."

Will: "Acknowledged and understood. So who's going to be her guardian?"

Me: "I volunteer. She already kinda knows me and I as the Culture specialist need a direct reference outside o'the net."

Prime: "Very well. When she awakes we will let her know-

Mew? Mroooowr!"

Hide drew his cannons and pointed them at her back pack. He tends to do that when faced with an unadentifiable threat.

Hide: "The frag was that? Some sort of tracker planted on her by the Con's?!"

Mew! Meew!

Using my holoform, I opened her bag to find the cutest little fluff ball. He had big green eyes, and he looked really confused as to why I was holding him...I think it's a him. I'm not entirely sure.

Epps: "Heh, congrats Hide. You nearly blasted her kitten sky high!"

Hide: "Ugggh. Must she keep such a rodent?"

Ratchet: "Not in my Medbay she won't! That animal needs to be cleaned, quarantined and checked over for health problems!"

Prime: "Major Lennox is there a veterinarian on the premises that can look after the kitten?"

Ratchet: "I will care for the animal until I am certain that it is healthy to be around. But before I do that, you two need your maintenance exam. "

3 hours later

Did I mention how much I hate doctors appointments? Seriously I sustained no injuries so why would Ratch need to run all kinds of tests? Eh, but that's not important. What is important is that my charge woke up, and she does not look amused. Will, Epps and I are going to ask her about who she is and what she saw. But there's something in the way that she's staring at us that makes me feel kinda nervous. She's staring like right through my holoform. It's kinda creepy.

Will: "Miss Celestial Jazmine Jackson. We have some questions about what you've seen in the last 24 hours."

Celeste took a deep breath before glaring at him. Ratch you officially have competition for the most offlining glare.

Celeste: "Alright, I'll tell you what what I saw. Only if you tell me where I am and anything else I want to know."

Epps: "In due time. You need to answer our questions first."

Celeste: "Both of you need to cut the big bad soldier shit right now. Neither of you are hard asses, unless you have to be. If I didn't know better I would say that you both have answers to all the questions you think you want to ask me."

Will: "Be that as it may-"

Celeste: "You think you have the upper hand in this conversation and you are sadly mistaken. You both have families, I know because you have that distant look in your eyes that suggest that you are seriously missing someone. More than likely your wives and daughters. I know you have daughters because you have the laugh lines around your eyes and the stress lines on your foreheads that match that of an overprotective father."

Epps: "How-"

Celeste: "Both of you love them more than anything, and so I must ask you; If they were in my shoes how do you think they would feel right now? Also ask yourselves how you would feel if you knew some random soldiers were interrogating her."

Damn. She just shut them down. Neither of them look like they can speak. I wonder...

Me: "How'd ya know all of that?"

Celeste: "Let me answer your question with a question; Is it true that the military pulled up any and all information about me?"

Me: "Well, yeah I-"

Celeste: "Then you know that I grew up in the circus, where I was taught how to read people."

Will: "Quite well. So I'm guessing that you-"

Celeste: "I was drug from my house by some vanishing man who I think turned into a car, that turned into a giant fighting robot who fought two others like him. One is standing in the room with us."

She commented as she turned her glare to me. Primus those eyes!

Me: "Guilty as charged, and yer only technically half right. We're Cybertronians, autonomous robotic life forms from the planet Cybertron."

Celeste: "Oookaaay. Had you told me that 12 hours ago I would have thought that you were insane. But, given that I'm on a military base and I saw you...like all day and then watched you turn into whatever that was...I suppose I'll have to live with the fact that I was abducted by aliens, and that the government is relatively okay with it."

Epps: "We kinda have to be. The creep who drug you from your house was one of our enemies."

Celeste: "Okay. Well...You know about me, I know about you two and him-"

Me: "This him has a name ya know."

Celeste: "I know Jazz. What I was going to say is where do we go from here? Because I know too much for them to let me go. Which if the rumors are true, means that they are going to kill me, or send me to Siberia where they supposedly hide the other freaks like me or pay me off...but option one and three are not likely going to happen."

I cant help but smile, she's coming around. She knows that we won't hurt her...I think.

Epps: "Jesus girl! Why would you think that we would do any of that?"

Celeste: "Do you watch the news? I like the rest of the country know about Guantanamo bay. Sor-ry for being paranoid, especially in front of an alien life form, who I've been suspicious of for like 5 hours now."

Me: "Ow! That hurts, and ya should know that we're not allowed to hurt humans. Or really any sentient life for that matter. Why were ya suspicious o' me anyway?"

Celeste: "Your eyes. No offense but how many black guys do any of the three of you know have natural cobalt blue eyes? It was either a rare occurrence or you were something else, especially since you have the slightest glow set on them, it's kinda noticeable in the right light. Human eyes don't glow."

Will: "Thats creepy. I never noticed that your eyes did that Jazz. Wonder if the others do that."

Me: "Oh Thanks a bunch Will. To answer yer question, yes ya will remain here, for the remainder of yer days."

She smiled. Now I know she knows we mean her no harm. Note to self smack Will for saying that my optics are creepy.

Celeste: "Hey Jazz could you come here for a sec?"

I walked over to her, only to be met with a punch in the arm.

Me: "OWW! What'd ya do that for?!"

Celeste: "For scaring the living hell outta me! Which reminds me, whoever tackled me, if you can, inform them to never do that again and also can I please go get something to eat? I'm pretty sure that by most standards it's breakfast."

Me: "Totally. C'mon I'll show ya 'round."

A/N: Hiya! Sorry for not posting in so long and sorry for such a short chapter! I hope you like it! I'm gonna try and get better with posting, but alas college starts next week. Please Review, Favorite and Follow, it'll tell me you like what you read and it will make posting easier!

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