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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GuardianGirl24: Is wow good? I cant help but be curious. I hope you are well and I hope you like this chapter.
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Jazz's pov
Well, at least I didn't promise her that today wouldn't get anymore strange. I would be complete and total liar. I also need to thank Wheeljack about asking her about her menstrual cycle. Apparently it's the same thing as a girl's period...that's just the scientific name for it. I won't lie and say that I'm not worried and curious about it. I have a right to be. The net says that it can be painful as well as that she will bleed a whole lot. It also says that it is normal, I'm not so sure about that. How could feeling like slag once a month be a normal occurrence?
Celeste: "(Ugggggghhhhh.) Ooooookaaaaay. Well you know what? Fine. My life right now seems to be a cluster and fudge it all, I'm sure that more than just he is curious. Thank you Mikaela for trying to tell them that this is typically a private matter. But if they really want to know...I'll tell them."
Mikaela: "You're gonna tell them-?!"
Celeste: "Well...to be frank, they should know the truth as well as be warned as to what they'll see in the next few days. I assume they got the typical "Birds and Bees" Biology stuff right?"
Mikaela grinned. That's her signature evil grin. Primus help us all, I have the slight feeling that she knows something that we don't.
Mikaela: "Oh yeah. They definitely have that information down. You gonna tell them the reality?"
Celeste: "You know me so well! And we barely know each other! I think you and I will grow to be great friends."
Me: "Uh. Concerned guardian here?"
Celeste: "Oh sorry. Ahem. All those with weak constitutions...I would really suggest turning off your ears...if you can I don't know how you guys work so yeah."
We all settled in. I guess everyone here is just as curious as I and Jack are. Strange since Sam and Mikaela are the human culture liaisons. Then again, Bee did say that they as well as other humans were kinda touchy with these subjects. Huh, guess Celeste will be a liaison too.
Celeste: "First let me say...none of you are allowed to judge me for what I say next...okay?"
We all murmured our agreeance as she gained a slightly evil look on her face. Okay now I'm kinda worried. Which is silly, what could she do to us? Not to be rude but we're bigger than her.
Celeste: "Alright. Menstrual cycle, period, aunt flow, whatever you wanna call it, is where a girl literally bleeds from her lady bits from anywhere between 5 to 7 days. Sometimes 10 if you're unlucky or new to the game. During this time, I'll use myself as an example a girl feels everything. And no I mean that quite literally. I will feel every emotion, if I get hurt, I feel it more, anything having to do with feel, I am sensitive to. Any questions thus far?"
Wheeljack: "Please continue Miss Jackson! This is wondrous."
Celeste: "Okay then. Let me continue by saying; I am SORRY for anything I say or do for the next week. The reason why is because I tend to be the stereotypical girl on her period. I will mood swing, you will not be warned. I may hit you, depending on the amount of self-control I have and how mad I am...this happens rarely but again you will not be warned. There will be cravings for weird stuff...Typically fried food and guacamole. These change on the daily and are never consistent. Watch what you say... less you want me to randomly scream, or cry, or yell, or laugh at you... no contrary to what your facial expressions suggest, I am not insane. Any questions at this point?"
Me: "Uh...does this hurt ya? Or will it hurt?"
Celeste: "Very good question! Yes, I am among the poor unfortunate souls who get cramps. When this happens, depending on the intensity of them I may require Midol. Otherwise I may not be able to move. No I'm not kidding, I have actually gotten physically ill from the pain before, but you'll know when it happens. Last and not least, I submit to you "quiet time" or "me time". This is when a girl, again using myself as a prime example, excuse the expression, needs to be left alone. Typically it is on request. This is your first and only warning; once the words "Please leave me alone" leave my mouth do just that. I will find you later if I need you. If you don't I am not sorry for the slap you may receive. Did I miss anything Mikaela?"
Mikaela: "Nope. I think that was a fair warning. They're pretty hands on, so once they see you in action they'll figure it out."
Celeste: "Alright fair enough. Oooooo! But I did forget to tell them the scariest part though."
Scariest part? The whole thing sounds disturbing! How will I get to know her, if I can't talk to her without her flipping out or something?! I'm supposed to watch over her! How is that going to work?!
Wheeljack: "What is so frightening about that? A mere mood swing cannot harm us I am certain of it."
Celeste: "You know the last guy to say that ran from me as I threw a screw driver at his head. Oh it didn't hit him, but the rock I threw a second later definitely bruised his neck. The point is not to hurt you, just to get you to do as we say; i.e. get away, give me, go get, and the such. I don't think I'm that demanding but my hormones may decide otherwise. Now the scary part. Girls when spending a lot of time together, i.e. mother daughter, best friends, roommates etc. . . . Their periods can sync together. Meaning, that there is a slight possibility that Mikaela, and I may rage against you guys at the exact same time."
Bee: "THE HORROR! NOT THAT! ANYTHING BUT THAT! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Mikaela: "Oh hardy har har Bee! I'm not that bad. But having said that, it will be quite nice to have a partner in crime. Finally someone who understands me!"
Celeste: "Likewise. Though I'm sure most of those in this room and I will get along with each other just fine."
Mikaela: "You'll have to tell me where you got the outfit. It's cute."
Me: "She made it. Pretty neat am I right? I watched her do it, she's got skills!"
Celeste: "Well...yeah. I wanted to be a designer, you know before all this hoo ha happened. If I get the urge and he's in range, I'm gonna slug Will for giving me such hideous stuff to wear."
Mikaela: "I look forward to that."
Hide: "You are on a military base. One would find it appropriate to dress for military purposes and training."
Me: "Ah c'mon Hide! Jus' cause we're soldiers, doesn't mean that we can't look good doing what we do! If it aint done with style, it aint worth doing!"
Celeste: "THANK YOU! Finally someone who gets me! Clothes should be used to express yourself, not only that but they also say a lot about what or who you are."
Me: "Ohhh, is this how ya read me so well yesterday?"
Celeste: "Mmmm, half of it. I was right wasn't I? Silver, incidentally looks best on you. I suppose in your guy's case your color is what tells the world who you are and what you stand for. "
I couldn't help but laugh. Everyone looks really confused. I feel their pain, what do our colors really say about us? I wonder...
Me: "So what kind of mech am I? As ya can tell I'm silver."
Celeste: "The color silver on its own symbolizes many things. Wealth, industrial, sleek, hi-tech, modern, graceful, sophisticated, elegant. Now let's look at you as a person; you're sleek, obviously hi-tech and quite sophisticated. As I can see you have a wealth of friends and allies. You have picked up slang pretty well, so this makes you modern, and your name is Jazz. A genre that is often considered elegant. Your personality much like your name has the tendency to be wild, and fun, but also calming and meaningful. When you transform, you all have a certain amount of grace as you do it, which is stunning since, well...hello."
She said as she gestured to us up and down. Everyone looked stunned to say the least. I feel stunned. It's almost like she's known me for years! For once I kinda feel exposed, which in my line of business is a terrible thing. She's smirking, obviously she's pleased with herself right now, because everyone's reaction told her that she was right about everything.
Me: "There's no lyin to ya is there?"
Celeste: "Nooooooooo. Not really. I typically know 70% of the time if someone is lying to me. That number increases when I know the person better as well as if I have a reason not to trust you, like Will and Epps this morning."
Ratchet: "Primus, she's read you like a book! And you've known her for 48 hours."
Celeste: "Oh, that's what I do best. Read, hypnotize, sleight of hand. I'm great at parties."
She joked. She seems to be taking things well. While she talks to the others perhaps I can get some info on how this whole guardianship thing works. Ratchet did say that there were some thing's that needed to be discussed. Perhaps now is a good time.
{Me: "Hey Ratch, what'd ya wanna tell me bout being a guardian?"}
{Ratchet: "Ah yes. It as you should know is your job to keep her in the best health that she can be in. This means making sure she gets enough recharge as well as that she exercises and eats correctly."}
{Me: "Ratch, she's not a pet. I'm sure she can keep up with all of that on her own."}
{Bee: "Mmmm. Just remind her of things like meetings and that she needs to shower, and do laundry and the like."}
{Me: "Uhhhh, I don't think she's like Sam, Bee. Maybe I should play this whole thing by audio."}
{Ratchet: "Just be sure that she doesn't come to see me unless she is ill. And that she does come to see me in twenty four hours for a checkup and for a standard physical."}
{Me: "Alright, I can do that."}
I said as I looked to see her gone. Primus, where did she go?!
Bee: "Lesson number 1...I've got my eye on you!"
He's right, I should have been watching her while I spoke. Thankfully she's easy enough to find, just go to the rec room, that's where Sam and the others are typically. And something smells pretty good. I think its what people call chocolate. There she is! What is she eatin though?
Me: "There ya are! What is that?"
Celeste: "Mmmmmm! Nutella! Want some?"
Me: "What's in it? Is it healthy?"
Sam: "Hazelnuts and chocolate. So yeah it's healthy for you."
He said as he handed the jar over to Celeste. She must really like Nutella cause she's eatin it with a spoon. Heh, she kinda looks blissed out.
Mikaela: "You have guts. You're not freaked out that you just gave the puberty talk to another life form?"
Celeste: "Fuck yeah I am! Seriously, no amount of therapy will ever make my life okay, especially after that. To be honest, it was kinda my way to try and freak them out, as well as warn them."
Me: "Fair nough. Ya freaked me out a bit. Won't lie."
Celeste: "What the hell did I get myself into? And why are you freaked out? I just figured out that aliens exist, you...you're afraid of my hormones going balls to the wall crazy. I just don't understand."
Sam: "Frankly you handled it better than we did, I'm surprised that my parents hadn't given them the talk first."
Leo: "Yeah, your mom is a scary chick. And your dad has like no sensor. Well probably less mortifying this way."
Celeste: "Speak for yourself. Ummm, Wheeljack won't follow me around will he?"
Mikaela: "Ummm, I don't think so. These guys are pretty chill."
Me: "Yeah, when we're not clashin with the Con's we like to kick back and chillax. Also, umm...well, I know more bout you than the other way round. So why don't I introduce myself?"
Celeste: "Alright, works for me. I still have a lotta questions."
Mikaela: "Before you two start your Q and A can I ask a question?"
Celeste: "Fire away."
Mikaela: "Where did you get that necklace?"
Me: "Yeah, I was wondering bout that too actually."
Celeste: "Oh...okay, well three years ago I was living in Tranquility, with a friend. I had a job at this baseball field, and I worked like 12 freakin hours each day. It was kinda close to the ending of school when it happened. So I and a few others had been working late on the field, you know to get it ready for the new season."
Why does this sound so familiar? WAIT A SEC!
Celeste: "And then out of nowhere we heard this huge sonic boom, and this giant ball of metal crashed into the field. Well we weren't stupid, upon the sonic boom we hid in one of the dugouts and watched as the ball of metal uncurled and turned into this huge...well...I'm not sure what it was. All I know is that it moved, like walked, and it shed metal. A piece actually landed on my finger and it really freaking hurt! I got a pretty wicked burn from it, enough to make me bleed. Well, after I went to the hospital, and they fixed my finger, I kept the metal, cause the center kinda crystalized into the swirling purple-ish color it is now, and I just thought that it looked cool. The rest you can figure out."
We all stared at her like she was crazy, which she did not appreciate, I'm sure. Cause the look she gave us was something like "Fine don't believe me, I know what I saw." I don't know whether to feel guilty or not. I hurt her before we even met! Not only that but not harming human is like the golden rule of Autobots. I feel so awful!
Celeste: "Okay, what's up? Ya'll too quiet for something not to be wrong."
Me: "I...I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt ya."
Celeste: "Huh? How could you have hurt me? What do- OOOOOOO! OH ho ho! That was you?!"
I can't help but look at my peedes. Who knows how many other injuries I caused that night? I only meant to help out Prime, I even scanned the area! How could I have missed them?! This is horrible.
Celeste: "This is hilarious!"
Me: "What?!"
Celeste: "Dude, don't feel bad, it was like three years ago. I'm so passed trying to be mad at what happened, heck I really wasn't mad when I got to the E.R.! My co-workers and I were freaked out yeah, but after the next 24 hours we were wondering what happened to you!"
Me: "Yer not mad?"
Celeste: "Given the circumstance of the last 24 hours? Hell no! Now I know what I saw three years ago! That's one less thing for me to ponder at night. But I do have one question."
Me: "Name it."
Celeste: "What do you have against Baseball?"
Me: "Ah haha! (Sigh) Um, nothing, I just needed to land somewhere open and with no one around. Frankly, yer not the only one who saw us land. A sparklin saw Hide land in her pool. She even asked him if he was the "Tooth Fairy". "
Celeste: "Sparkling?"
Me: "My bad. A child. She was quite spunky as he described."
I watched as she began to laugh, apparently she finds it funny. At least I know that she isn't mad at me.
We spent the rest of the afternoon talking and playing video games. Believe it or not, for only having a month's access to them I'm semi decent at most games. I'm sure I will get better with practice. Celeste seems happy, but something tells me that she's keeping stuff from me. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to pry, but at the same time, I just feel like there's something wrong. I suppose it has something to do with the fact that I'm a spy. It's my job to know when things are wrong on missions, and to make sure that things are okay. So why do I feel like she's hiding something?
Mikaela: "So since you're gonna live here, I think it would only be right, if we got your stuff in a few days."
Celeste: "Oh. Okay... thanks. Hey, um. I'm gonna head to my room for a sec okay?"
Sam: "Sure thing. Hey, we'll meet you in the cafeteria for dinner?"
Celeste: "Totally."
She said as she scrambled out of the room. See? Even when her back was against the wall she still had spunk. She didn't back down where most others would, but now she's acting like she was told that the world hated her. Something is definitely not right with her.
Me: "Hey, Kaela? Ya mind walking with me for a sec?"
Mikaela: "Sure thing Jazz."
She and I walked out of the rec room and up the hall. Maybe she knows what's wrong with her?
Me: "Kaela, ya understand femmes right?"
Mikaela: "Yeah, I think I do. What's on your mind?"
Me: "Celeste. I think there's somethin wrong with her. She seems upset bout somethin."
Mikaela: "Well, she's either dealing with hormones or something else. Out of curiosity, where did you and Prowl rescue her from?"
Me: "Hmmm. Think it was the hood of east L.A... Why?"
Mikaela: "She might not want to go back. That's a ruff area to live in. I think we should talk to her."
Me: "That's why I brought ya. That way she can tell someone who isn't a giant scary alien robot."
Mikaela: "I think she was kidding Jazz."
Me: "So was I."
I chuckled as we reached her quarters. Mine are right across the hall, so that way she'd be close in case of danger. What's with the strange vibrating noise coming from her room?
Celeste: "You two can come in if you want!"
She yelled. She sounds kinda sad. I engaged my holoform and walked into her room. She's sitting on her bed…aww, she petting the kitty! That explains the vibrating sound. He's purring! I suppose Ratchet must have dropped it by. The kitten now had a collar, and looked far cleaner than when I last saw him. I'm pretty sure that it's a him.
Celeste: "You guys are kinda loud when you walk. You know that?"
Mikaela: "Humph. What do you expect? Giant metal beings aren't really quiet. Well except for maybe Jazz when he's sneaking around."
Me: "True. Bein' a spy naturally means that I have to be quiet to move about on missions. You okay?"
Celeste: "I...I."
Mikaela: "We don't mean to pry, you can tell us anything. Really, it's okay."
Celeste started crying. I don't understand. She seemed fine. Her kitten gently mewed and curled into her, almost like he was trying to comfort her, no it looks like he's trying to protect her. I don't think she's gonna stop crying. What happened?
Celeste: "I….I can't go back. He'll be out of the hospital soon."
Me: "Who?"
Celeste: "My uncle. He's abused me….physically. Emotionally….sexually."
Mikaela: "Oh, my God."
Celeste: "He… He's been doing it for 8 years. No one's ever been there. He let his friends…half the damn neighborhood…..He…he let them rape me."
She sobbed into Mikaela's shoulder. She's been tormented, hurt, abused. And for what? I swear here and now, I'm gonna fix this. Nobody should feel that un-loved. Nobody should feel this vulnerable ever. She's my charge and I swear that I will let no one hurt her ever again.
A/N: Hey! Sorry it took so long to update! College has been kicking my aft! I swear I have more assigned reading now, than I had in my entire life! Anywhoo, I hope you like this chapter. I know its dark, and the next one will be too...but the good news is that, we will see our favorite saboteur try and cheer someone up. You know Jazz, always the charismatic and happy one! Please let me know what you think, please review, follow and favorite!
CLYL!