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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Normal Pov

I got of the bed and followed Jazz, Will and Epps out of the massive hospital room. Thank God, I really do not like hospitals. Wait a minute...where's my backpack? WHERE'S MINTY?!

Me: "Uh Jazz?"

Jazz: "Yeah?"

Me: "Where's my backpack?"

Jazz: "In my subspace...its kinda like a giant climate controlled pocket, in case ya wanted to know."

Me: "You didn't hear, any strange noises coming from it did you? Um...like meowing?"

Jazz: "Relax yer kitten is with Ratchet. He's keeping him til he's certain that he is healthy."

Me: "Oh...okay..."

This place is massive! Seriously, I'm like 5'2 and I have to crane my neck to see the ceiling! Just how tall are these guys?! Aaaaaand I'm still in my Chipotle uniform...great can I stick out anymore than I do right now? They better not try and make me dress like a soldier, I am down with fab camo, like skirts, skorts and tee's but I will fight the man or woman who tries to make me wear one of those uniforms. And no I'm not kidding I will fight them hand to hand. I might lose, but I will say that I bite!

Jazz: "WHOA! Hey Sides! Watch where yer goin! You almost stomped on my charge and I!"

Sides: "Sorry. Wait your charge? Ooooh! New squishy! Nice to meet you."

Me: "Same. By the by my name is Celestial, not squishy."

Sides: "Fair enough fleshy. See you later Jazz."

Add him to the list of people for me to get even with later. I am not okay with some walking tin can calling me squishy like Dory did in Finding Nemo. As a general rule do not call me out of my name. If I can (Which is like 80% of the time) I will hypnotize you and make you regret it. Now, what did Jazz mean by charge?

Me: "Jazz, what does charge mean?"

Will: "Basically, he'll watch over you and protect you from our enemies."

Epps: "Its also his job to show you around and teach you about the bots."

Me: "Like the walking talking tin can that nearly stepped on me?"

Jazz: "Yes. That was Sideswipe, he has a twin who ya'll meet later along with the other bots. Ya handled being called squishy and fleshy well."

Me: "The day is young. I will say now that if he keeps doing it we will have problems. But I should warn you that I will probably ask you a bunch of questions."

Jazz: "Fine with me, I'll ask ya a bunch too, I've never had a charge, let alone a femme charge."

Will: "Femme is what they say for female."

Me: "Okay. Well this is turning into an interesting morning. Where are we exactly?"

Epps: "This is the main hanger, The cafeteria is up the hall a few more doors down."

Me: "Is everything jumbo sized?"

Will: "No, just the doors, and some chairs and tables. Ah here we are. You walk fast."

Me: "Due to the last four years of my life I've had to learn to walk fast and to be a morning person. Working two jobs does that to a girl."

The cafeteria much like what I have seen of the base so far is huge! And in complete military style I have to grab a tray where they serve some frightening food. Wonder if its on par with high school gruel. That stuff was scary. I'm just saying that food shouldn't look like chicken and taste like ham. Its vaguely disturbing. Well the food doesn't look so bad, eggs, toast, milk and fruit. I only have one problem...

Me: "Either you guys wanna trade your toast for my eggs? They make me sick."

Epps: "What'da mean by that?"

Me: "I mean that I tend to projectile vomit when I eat them, I really dont know why they just never sit right with me."

Will: "Here. While we have you, we want you to meet some friends of ours."

Epps: "Celestial, meet Fig and Graham. Graham, Fig, meet Celestial, the newest hostage."

Graham: "Hello. Nice to meet you. Aren't you the girl that Ratch had to tackle?"

Me: "Yeah...well nice to see that is spreading."

Fig: "Buenos días señorita."

Epps: "I swear to God! It is too damn early to be doing that! Fig speak english!"

Me: "Buenos días señor."

Will started laughing, so did Graham, Jazz and Fig.

Me: "Dude, you supposedly looked at my file. I lived in SoCal for the last 8 of my 19 years alive. Of course I'll understand small parts of spanish, its hard not to out there! Before you ask no I'm not fluent, but I can greet you and ask small questions in Spanish, Japanese, and Chinese. I also work at a mexican grill restaurant chain, so that kinda helped."

Epps: "Yeah, well don't surprise a brother this early okay?"

Me: "I make no promises. What else do you allegedly know about me?"

Will: "Well aside from the fact that you can read people well and that you grew up between the circus and your uncle in California, just the general stuff, you know age weight, blood type...how many speeding tickets you have... Of which you have none."

Me: "I rode the bus pretty much my whole life. And I'm surprised you don't know my other talents. Back there you made it seem like you knew who I was down to my soul or something."

I said taking a bite of my toast. I love giving demonstrations. I am going to seriously have fun with this base and the people on it. I love fucking with people's minds, usually when they piss me off, but hey who needs a reason anymore? Especially since they have the upper hand on the mind fuckery right now.

Graham: "Talents?"

Bait taken, now to reel him in.

Me: "Mmmhmm. I'm a psychic, which when you break it down, means that I know how to professionally read people, for example; Fig you love your mother more than anything, and Graham you are one of the best pilots around."

Fig: "Did you two?"

Jazz: "Nope, all her. Now ya got me curious, what are yer other talents?"

Me: "Again let me answer your question with a question; what happened to your sunglasses?"

Jazz: "HEY! What the frag?!"

Me: "Geeze boys, you really oughta keep better track of your stuff, especially you Epps! Who knows what could have happened if this credit card wound up in the wrong hands?"

Epps: "How did you get that?! Give me that!"

Graham: "Bloody Hell! She's a freaking klepto!"

Me: "Sitting right here! And no I am not. Talent number two; I can pickpocket anyone, usually without my victim knowing. Relax I only use this talent of mine for good, I've never had a life of crime, as my record shows."

Fig: "How do you use that for good?"

Me: "Simple. Watch a grown man pick pocket a Mother of four's purse and then go back to shopping. All I did was pickpocket the pickpocket and put it back in the mom's purse before she noticed."

Will: "Impressive. And your last talent?"

Me: "Oh, I'm a hypnotist."

Epps: "Pfft yeah right! Hypnotism doesn't work, everyone knows that the person is in on it!"

Me: "Oh really?"

I asked staring him in the eye whilst snapping my fingers. His head slumped. Lucky for him He's bracing it with his arm, otherwise he'd have egg on his face. Ha now I see where that saying comes from!

Me: "Ahem. Sorry about that. Now where was I?"

Jazz: "What did ya do to him?"

Me: "Oh that? He's fine just in a very light form of sleep where I can suggest things to him that he'd do once I wake him up. You see the world can be split three ways; Those who can be hypnotized and are consciously aware of the suggested act that they are doing...the unwilling puppets if you will. Those who can be hypnotized, but hold no recollection of the suggested act or their completion of it of which I call standard, and those who can't be hypnotized at all."

Fig: "Which one is he?"

Me: "Wanna see?"

I watched as grins slowly bloomed on their faces. I think I like these guys.

Will: "What would you suggest?"

Me: "Hmm, Fig what is your favorite thing that your mom makes for you?"

Fig: "Pfft! Easy! Gator! It is the most succulent meat ever!"

Me: "Alright, Will I need a number...between 1 and 10."

Will: "7."

Me: "Okay, Graham I need you to do the same."

Graham: "9."

Me: "Good. Uhh, what's his full name?"

Will: "Robert Epps, for the sake of time call me Will and him Epps."

Me: "Thank you. Now. Robert Epps, you will do 79 pushups, whenever Fig utters the word Gator. You will begin so immediately as soon as I snap my fingers twice."

Snap snap

Epps: "Nobody can be hypnotized! Especially me!"

Fig grinned mischievously. I love giving people power like this. They look like big kids in an empty candy store.

Fig: "You know what I'm craving? Gator."

And with that Epps was on the ground, eyes glazed over grunting as he did his payload of push ups.

Graham: "Oh my God. He's actually doing it!"

Me: "Well, he looks to be standard."

Will: "Can't be hypnotized huh?"

Jazz: "This is hilarious! But how do ya reverse it?"

Me: "Same thing as before, just nix the command."

I said while snapping my fingers again, making Epps land on the floor spread eagle.

Me: "Epps, you will no longer do push ups when Fig utters the word Gator. You will wake up after I snap my fingers twice"

Snap snap

Epps: "How'd I get on the floor?"

Everyone in the room burst out laughing. I guess that I had attracted a crowd. Epps could only look around confused while the laughter died down again. I smiled as I finished my breakfast, again I recommend avoiding my bad side list.

Will: "I wish we had recorded that."

Me: "Don't worry, knowing me, it won't be the last time I hypnotize someone, of which I'll tell you, I always set defaults, I don't want the person hypnotized to get hurt. Speaking of which, is there a place where I can take a shower and get changed?"

Epps: "Yeah, Jazz'll show you to your living quarters, we already took the liberty of putting some clothes in there for you, as well as toiletries."

Me: "Thanks."

Jazz: "Speakin o'which Boss Bot wants to meet ya in a quarter joor."

Me: "Uh...?"

Jazz: "Sorry, hour and a half. Maybe we should get going now?"

Me: "Okay. It was nice to meet you all!"

I called as I walked quickly after Jazz. Finding my room was easy enough, there was an expensive silver car outside of it. I think its a Pontiac. Jazz opened the car door and gave me my backpack back, as well as explain the code needed to open my door. Better than having to carry a key I guess.

Jazz: "Lil ladies first."

Me: "Thank you."

I said as I walked into the positively drab room. Yeesh, is there any other color they use other than grey here? I opened my drawers and found bland gym clothes, as well as military uniforms, sure they had a black tank, and some khaki shorts but that's about as cute as it got. Backpack of miracles please help me in my time of need!

I opened my bag to find everything where I left it. I pulled out my sewing kit, and some of the leftover fabrics from old projects. Yeah, I've actually made my own clothing and cosplays for friends and for profit. Thats where I get my mad cash from, and I don't deposit it. It is on my person at all times and you are a dead man if you try to take it from me.

Jazz: "What are ya doing?"

Me: "Fixing the crime that are these clothes. I will not be mistaken for a soldier."

Jazz: "Huh, didn't know that ya could sew."

Me: "Meh, I don't really mention it. Sometimes it brings up bad memories."

Jazz: "Ya know, yer kinda a mystery. I can't help but be a bit curious, but I wont pry. If ya ever need to talk to somebot, I'm here for ya."

Should I tell him? How much can I tell him without breaking down? No I can't tell him, he probably wouldn't understand. Besides it's not his problem to begin with...it's mine. My abusive past is something I try to avoid, the less I think about it the easier my life will be. Alright enough depressed musings. So I finished my sewing, instead of those hideous uniforms, I now have a very stylish camo pleated skort with a black tank top and a cute mini camo jacket. All the pockets I could ever want, and all the freedom I need. (skorts are wonderful, I can sit with my legs slightly open, no crossing!). But I still need to shower.

I grabbed a towel and entered the bathroom, only to notice that I had a shadow following me.

Me: "Uh...Jazz?"

Jazz: "Yeah?"

Me: "What are you doing?"

Jazz: "As yer guardian its my job to make sure yer safe. So this is what the human washracks look like. Huh, thought it'd be more 'laborate like ours."

Me: "Jazz, please leave."

Jazz: "Oh? Why? There somethin I should know?"

Me: "Jazz...um...I need to take a shower."

Jazz: "Kay. Go 'head. I don't mind."

Insert face palm here. Does he seriously not know that we need privacy? Surely someone would have told him, that only one's significant other or a really and I mean really close friend should see one naked. And I mean like friends since birth best friends. He is neither at this moment.

Me: "Jazz...please? Humans tend to shower alone. Can I please have some privacy?"

Jazz: "OH! My bad, heh yeah. I'll leave ya be. Just yell if ya need something...I'll be right outside."

Me: "Thank you!"

I yelled as he left closing the door. I only took a quick shower, enough to get the grime off and to make my hair frizz. OH lovely! You don't have your straight iron with you! Moron! Okay, lets see...hairband...oh wait! Hair dryer! Yes and a hair brush! Okay fuzzy wavy natural curls it is!

After doing what I could with my hair I stepped out of the bathroom to see an empty room. Well this is slightly unnerving. At least I don't have to worry about him while I get dressed. Seriously though, where is that guy?

Me: "Jazz?"

Jazz: "Out here!"

Okay...why is he outsiiiiiii

Jazz: "Ya okay?"

Now, as I have previously stated I'm five foot two. I'm below the average height for women, I'm okay with that I've had to live with it since freshman year. However I was not prepared to see a I dunno? 15 foot tall silver robot standing outside my room. For that matter, really who is?

Me: "Noooooooooe. I am not okay. No offense...but the fucking hell am I looking at right now?"

What I think is Jazz laughed. Good, glad he finds this funny. Nevermind the fact that this, this moment right now is going on the list of weird shit I've seen. That list seems to be growing a lot as of late. Perhaps I should just get rid of it.

Jazz: "Ya lookin' at me as I am. This is my bipedal form. Again, are ya okay?"

Me: "Well no. Okaaay. Now, where are we going?"

Jazz: "Uh...why not?"

Me: "Jazz...in the last 24 hours I have been exposed to an alien race of sentient robots. NO NORMAL PERSON WOULD BE OKAY AT THIS POINT! FOR MOST YOUR ASS IS SCIENCE FICTION AT BEST AND A NIGHTMARE AT WORST! (Sigh) Sorry, I'm just really freaked out. Now,having said that I'm pretty sure that things can't get any more weird from here. Again, where are we going?"

Jazz: "Hahahaha! Lil lady ya don't have to worry, I'm not sure if things will get weirder but ya might want to steal ya nerves."

He said as he picked me up and began carrying me up the hall. Marvelous so this is how my life is going to around by an alien that I hardly know. Jazz took me to this massive hanger (surprise surprise) and set me down in the center of this huge ring of cars. There are literally cars here of every shape and variety, from Ferraris to a Camaro. Hey! There are other teens here! Thank you God! I turned to see where Jazz was standing and in his place was the silver car I had seen earlier. Okay, now things are beginning to make sense. Finally!

Me: "Uh..Hi there!"

Dude: "Oh Hey! You must be Jazz's new charge. My name's Sam. This is my girlfriend Mikaela and our friend Leo."

Me: "Nice to met you. So...how'd you get abducted?"

The Camaro behind them...its engine...did it just chuckle? Yeeeeaaaahhhh! This is crossing back into creepy territory!

Sam: "Heh. She has a point Bee. I bought a used car only to find out that it's a giant alien soldier later."

Camaro: "Satan's Camaro."

It said in a demonic voice. Shit, the fuck I get myself into? Mikaela and Leo laughed lightly as Sam glared at his car. So I'm going to go out on a limb and say that the Camaro is his guardian. Sweet I have people to go to if things get too insane. Outside of the military.

Sam: "C'mon Bee! She's been through enough lately. I think she would appreciate not being freaked out."

Leo: "Well hello there. My name is Leonardo Ponce de Léon Spitz. But a fine creature such as yourself can call me Leo."

Tooooo laaaate.

Me: "Mmmm. Thank you. My name is Celestial Jazmine Jackson. Please call me Celeste, any other name I would consider an insult. Speaking of which are they trying to watch what we're doing, cause its creeping me out. Though it wouldn't be the first time today."

Mikaela: "I was wondering the same thing. GUYS! C'mon it's not like you've never seen us with others of our age!"

And like that everything...sorry s'cuse me. Every car started to move, and shift and change...quite gracefully I might add into giant robots, well save for a red and blue semi. It waited until everyone else was done before it transformed. I watched as it grew and I followed it up to the point of falling onto my back. Splendid.

Biggest mofo on earth: "I am terribly sorry, are you all right?"

Me: " I'm good! I may have a height complex now but I'm good!"

I shouted as I fist pumped the air, making everyone laugh. I sat up to look at everyone. Huh, they all have blue eyes...cool.

Concerned biggest mofo on earth: "I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. I would like to introduce you to my team, seeing that you will be staying with us for a while. The reason I'm sure you've been told."

Me: "Yeah...other beings of your kind trying to take me for whatever reason. No biggie, today can't get anymore outrageous."

Prime: "I assure you that you are correct. You have already met my second in command and third in command. Prowl and Jazz."

Me: "Yeah...hi...again."

Prime: "You have also met our CMO, Ratchet. I believe he tackled you to the ground."

Me: "Ah yes, how could I forget being sacked to the ground and getting knocked out?"

Ratchet: "By the way, I expect to see you in Medbay for a checkup in a few days. Do NOT strain that arm do you understand me?"

Me: "Yes, and I expect you to return my kitten to me asap."

Prime: "I would now like to introduce you to the rest of my team; Our weapons specialist Ironhide, our scout Bumblebee, our spy Mirage, our frontliners Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Mudflap and Skids, our junior medic Jolt, our inventor Wheeljack, and last but not least Arcee, Chromia Ironhide's sparkmate, and Elita-1 my sparkmate."

Holy cow...there's a lot of them! Each either noded their hello or looked at me curiously. Please God do not let them experiment on me!

Me: "Hi. Good grief why'd yall have to be so tall? Anywho, for those of you who didn't hear...which now that I think about it seems kinda absurd for you not to have, My name is Celestial Jazmine Jackson, but please call me Celeste."

Sideswipe: "See? Told you the new fleshy was nice."

Me: "Well if it isnt the walking talking tin can who doesn't watch where he's going!"

Sideswipe: "HEY!"

Me: "Oh, I'm sorry did I offend you by calling you out of your name?"

Ironhide smacked him in the back of his head making him yelp and mutter a sorry.

Me: "I'm sorry too. I wont call you out of your name if you don't call me out of mine alright?"

He leveled a glare at me. Pssh, boy please. I own the death glare. Everyone else seems really nice, though they keep looking at me cautiously. Almost like they're observing what I do...last I checked I'm not in a human petting zoo. I wonder why they're staring?

Wheeljack: "Fascinating."

Me: "What?"

Wheeljack: "You are the same age as miss Banes yet you are smaller than her, in fact your entire frame is variated from hers."

Me: "Uhhhh. We're not related. We're not even of the same race. I'm blasian."

Sam: "What?"

Me: "Blasian...you know...half black half asian? Hence why my eyes look kinda cat like."

Ironhide: "Yet you appear african american?"

Me: "Thats genetics for you. I didnt choose my melanin levels."

Wheeljack: "Incredible! I have never seen another femme of miss Banes age, let alone one of a different race variation! I wonder, may I ask you some questions about your oncoming menstrual cycle? If my scans are correct, it should be arriving on the marrow."

Insert what the fuck face here. I...I dont even know. I..I...I dunno. Who the fuck asks someone that?! Do I feel offended that he knew when my period is coming? That being said do I even want to know how he knows?! FUCK YEAH I do! That ish is private!

Me: "Uhhhhhhhhhh."

Mikaela: "WHEELJACK! What the hell?! You don't ask a girl about that! It's a private matter!"

Wheeljack: "Well, you never deliver information to me and I wish to understand human femmes better. Information from the web can only explain so much."

Wonderful. Not only are they an extremely advanced race of aliens, they're also a very curious one. And here I thought that my day couldnt get any weirder. How do you give the talk to giant robots?

A/N: Here's another chapter! I hope you all like it! I hope to post again soon but this was my last day of summer vacation! So see you soon! Please let me know what you think of the chapter! Review follow and favorite if you please!

CLYL!