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

I wonder if my charge likes me. The reason I wonder is because she seems hesitant to let me guard her at all times. Perhaps I should re-evaluate how often that I must be around her. Realistically I can't be with her every waking minute, I have meetings and missions and other duties to attend to, but at the same time I really want to make friends with her.

Celeste: "Yo, Jazz? You alright?"

Me: "Oh, um yeah. What's wrong?"

Celeste: "Well for starters you like just walked through the wall. Didn't know that you guys could pull a Casper the ghost thing and do that."

Me: "Huh, sorry."

I said as I glanced at the wall I just walked through. We can make our forms solid and translucent at will. Right now I'm helping my charge move her stuff into her quarters. The place almost looks normal now, and I think Minty is happy to have his stuff back. Or he's just happy to see me, cause he won't stop rubbing up against my leg.

Celeste: "Minty! What have I told you about giving people cuddles without their permission?!"

Minty: "Meew."

Me: "Again I don mind. Ya, mister are too cute to be mad at."

I said as I scratched his arched back. He seems to like me though I'm not sure why. Celeste seems like a totally chill femme. She has posters of all kinds of stuff, like movies and musicians. Though she seems to favor this one picture of a circus. I think it's the one that she and her creators belonged to. Huh, never been to a circus and frankly it seems like it would be fun to go, it would definitely be good for morale. Oh but I'm getting off topic, the rest of her room has sewing stuff all over, there is a machine that looks like the con's designed it as some sort of cruel and unusual punishment device. But Celeste told me that it's just for embroidering…whatever that is. She must be in tune with style, by far she seems more in tune with it cause of all her drawings and magazines with clothes in them. I did hear her say to Will that she makes costumes, but what for? She is no longer part of the circus so what point is there?

Celeste: "Thanks buddy!"

Me: "Mmm? Wh..What?"

Celeste: "Oh come on! Don't tell me you still think I don't regard you as a friend!"

Me: "Uh…"

Celeste: "Dude, you saved my life, explained one of the biggest mysteries in it and you followed me down the "girl's only isle". We're cool, stop acting all awkward already!"

She said with a devious smirk. How about that! She sees me as a friend! How cool is that?! Especially after what happened yesterday morning…

{Prowl: "Jazz. Where are those reports that you owe me?"}

Slag...damn com. link.

{Me: "Uh…kinda busy Prowler. My charge-"}

{Prowl: "For the umpteenth time, my designation is not Prowler, nor has it ever been nor will it ever be. And your charge is perfectly capable of un-packing on her own. I expect those reports on my desk by this evening. Prowl out."}

Me: "(SIGH) Life's not fair. Sorry Celeste. Gotta go do some reports for Prowler. But I'm cross the hall if ya need me."

Celeste: "Aww! But I have so many questions for you! Can't you take me with?"

Me: "Well, I don see why not. But I blast music…ya probably wouldn't like it too much."

Celeste: "What kind? If it's like death metal than I'm staying here."

Me: "Nah, I listen to all kinds, but that genre seems kinda…dark if ya know what I mean."

Celeste: "Yep. Alright, I'm ready to go! Got my sketch pad and my computer for checking orders! Lead the way."

She almost seemed to cheer. I walked her across the hall and sent the digital code that opened my door. I guess she must find me peculiar because I have pictures and posters of all kinds of earth stuff, rather than stuff from Cybertron. Well to be frank, we didn't know that we would be moving to a new planet and that they would offer to house us…so I left most of my stuff behind, I still have pictures of our old base back in Iacon and most of my music from home too, but not much else.

Celeste: "Whoa…totally epic. Is that what your home looks like?"

She asked gesturing to a picture on my desk as I lifted her onto it. She looks awestruck.

Me: "Well it was home. I have no clue what it looks like now. Fraggin con's nearly blasted the place sky high when we left for here."

Celeste: "And that was like what 3 years ago, I'm sorry."

Me: "More like 8 or 9. It took like five earth years to get to this solar system, alone."

Celeste: "WHOA! Really?! That's a long time to travel…even for me and I was part of a nomadic family for 11 years!"

She giggled as she opened up her computer and began to look at this strange website…its strange cause I've never seen such strange graphics before.

Celeste: "I'm not distracting you am I?"

Me: "Nope…what're ya lookin at anyhow?"

Celeste: "This is my website, this is where people make orders for handmade custom costumes that I make myself. They can be pricey depending on the make, but I've been told that they're worth it."

Me: "Ah."

Celeste: "So you know what I do for a living…what exactly is it that you do…especially if it has you filling out reports?"

Me: "I am a saboteur as well as head of special ops, and I'm the head of communications, meanin' I go on missions, sabotage the cons, an' steal their info. And I make sure that where we go we know the local culture."

Celeste: "Ooooh. So you're like a spy? Heh, Jazz…Autobot Jazz. Okay…hmmm. Am I right to guess that you are in your late twenties?"

Me: "By human standards yeah. By our standards…Cybertronian standards I'm bout 27 vorns old."

Celeste: "And something alerts me that I may think of my mortality if I ask you what a vorn is…so I will not ask that question. Why is silver your favorite color?"

Me: "Meh it looks cool. So does black an white. What's yer favorite color?"

Celeste: "Don't really have one. Style comes in all colors…though it may be misguided at times. Seriously tangerine yoga pants are so not cool."

She claimed as she shook her head. Like I said she's pretty cool, she made a point to talk to me while I filled out my reports, all 15 of 'em. And I got to ask her what she was gonna make, her sketches are neat but I have a feeling that the real thing will look even cooler. After I finished my reports and she finished her sketches we sat and listened to music for a few hours. She's more of a R 'n B, pop and hip hop girl. Me, I like rock n roll, hip hop, techno, (don't judge me) Jazz, (hardy har har…no pun intended obviously) and R 'n B. She's pretty good at what humans call "lip syncin". I wonder if she ever sings?

Celeste: "Mmmph. I had better go eat, and begin my work. No work no pay! Hey do you guys get paid to do what it is that you do?"

Me: "Well kinda. We got an expense account. Each o' us did after Mission city. And we had cash back home, but the banks aint there no more."

Celeste: "Awe, I'm sorry bout that. You mind helping me get own from here?"

I helped her onto my servo before we left for the cafeteria. She seems content being here but I do wonder if she'll ever be okay.

Celeste: "You wonder a lot don't you?"

Me: "Huh?"

Celeste: "Jazz, though I may not look it, this is the happiest that I've been in a long time. I have a chance to do honest work for more than minimum wage, I'm not in any real danger and I have probably the coolest friends a girl could want."

Me: "Really?"

Celeste: "Yeah. Will I ever be okay…probably not but that's okay, it's a part of life that I have to deal with, but one you shouldn't worry too much about. I'm damaged, but not broken."

Me: "Anyone ever tell ya that yer pretty wise for bein' so young?"

Celeste: "Meh, once or twice."

She giggled as we walked into the cafeteria. I set her down to grab her food, while I grabbed a cube for myself, and found her watching Leo out of the corner of her eye. Leo's trying to get another new soldier to go out with him. Poor dude just doesn't get that girls aren't into guys who act like him…at least none that I've seen. After watching him get shut down for what seems like the millionth time, he joined Celeste at her table with Sam and Mikaela, where they sat and ate laughing about whatever, that is until something spilled onto Celeste.

Celeste: "Oh fudge! (Sigh) I suppose I should probably should head to my place, anyhow. I gotta get these orders filled and sent soon."

Mikaela: "I'm so sorry! Is it ruined?"

She said gesturing to Celeste's camo dress (She made it after we got back from shopping yesterday.)

Celeste: "Mmmm…I dunno. It's just ketchup, which usually comes out of cotton pretty easily. I'll catch you guys later in the rec room after I shower and change. Later Jazz!"

Me: "Peace Celeste!"

I called as she dashed out the room.

{Prowl: "Jazz. Reports."}

{Me: "Ah! Knew I forgot somethin'! Be there in a nano klik Prowler!"}

{Prowl: "For the umpteenth time, my designation isn't-"}

Now can you blame me for cutting him off? Mech honestly needs to stop being so fragging uptight! But try as I might, I can't get him to stop being so stressed. Prowl and I didn't always get along when we first met. Probably cause he's a couple vorns older than me, and thought that I was just really immature. To be honest, I am immature, but when you've seen the stuff I have and endured a couple thousand years of nonstop war, you don't tend to be normal. Heck I joined the Autobots real young anyhow, and passed my trials with flying colors. It was only after I became a saboteur that I met Prowl, and that's when we were both moved to Prime's team. He never had patience for when I would try to cheer bots up, before and after missions, that is until I found a few ways to get him to crack a smile. To think stringing up 'Hide like what humans call a piñata covered in confetti and purple paint in the rec room would be the thing to make him crack a smile. He still gave me time in the brig, but a shorter stay cause I gave him effective black mail to use against 'Hide just in case he got too cocky. From there our friendship kinda grew, me trying to get him to smile and him tolerating me and slowly growing a twisted sense of humor. I only call him Prowler because it annoys him (I have a personal nickname for everyone) and because he's my buddy.

Prowl: "It's about time that I got these. Don't forget that we have a meeting tomorrow, and that you have training with Ironhide soon after."

Me: "Thanks creator for remindin' me o' that. Seriously Prowl lighten up al 'ready!"

Prowl: "Jazz, get serious for once!"

Me: "Are ya mockin me?"

Prowl: "I don't know. Am I?"

Me: "I'll take that as a yeah."

He snorted as he started to look over the pads that I filled out earlier, I was turning to leave when

Prowl: "You know she can handle things on her own."

Me: "Huh?"

Prowl: "Jazz, do not coddle your charge. She can handle things on this base on her own and if she needs you she will come to you. She probably wouldn't want you to coddle her anyhow."

Me: "Yeah, well color me worried. She lived in a sketchy hood, her uncle did fragged up stuff to her for way to damn long, and to top that off, she got roped into our ish. She's due for some coddlin."

Prowl: "Are you sure that you aren't just happy to find a femme that understands you better than most?"

Me: "Yep. And I'm not gonna 'knowledge that ya said that. I'll catch ya later, I got some questions for Ratch."

I called as I walked out of his room and up the hall that would take me out of residential and into the main hanger area, where the Medbay is located. I did some research on the food that Celeste and the others bought yesterday. Epps is right it does release dopamine but at the same time half the stuff they have is really not good for them. I just wanna ask Ratch how much they should eat in a single sitting is all. I don't wanna get their contraband jacked, wouldn't be cool of me to do that.

Celeste: "I met so many men and it's like they're all the same. My appetite for lovin' is now my hunger pain. And when I'm feelin' sexy who's gonna comfort me? My only problem is, their insecurity."

Holy, slag. She can sing! She. Can. Sing! Primus how beautiful does it sound! She sounds almost just like J-Lo! Damn! Yes…I can hear her. Cybertronians have superior hearing to that of humans, so though we ignore them, we do hear what most people say under their breath. I have even better sensors and hearing seeing that I often go undercover and break into our enemies' base when needed, wouldn't do me much good if I didn't have specialty sensors now would it. But still though, her voice…it's so pretty. I wonder if she would ever sing out in public? Focus… focus you have questions to ask Ratchet…you'll ask her why she doesn't sing later.

It actually took less than a breem to find Ratchet, seeing that he was chasing down a soldier who looked kinda pale and sickly. Poor guy shouldn't run. There's no escaping the Hatchet when he finds out that you're sick or injured. And primus help you if you try to hide from him during maintenance exam day….speaking of which…I think that's coming up soon. Better prepare for that.

Me: "Yo Ratch! Ya got a second?"

Ratchet: "Can it wait Jazz? I have to see this soldier to Medbay since he wouldn't come on his own."

Soldier: "I'mb tellin ou I'mb fine! Achoo! Its jus a small code! Ahcoo!"

Me: "Bless ya."

Ratchet: "Your temperature is elevated, and you are clammy. You need rest and fluids. Since you hesitated to put yourself on medical leave so as not to infect the rest of the base, I have no choice but to do it for you. As of now until I deem you healthy enough to leave, you will remain in Medbay. And if you try to escape I will see to it that you are not only guarded but also sedated. Do I make myself clear?"

The soldier simply groaned as we walked up the hall to Ratchet's evil lair…err. Medbay. The poor soldier didn't even stand a chance, Ratchet had him tucked into a bed in a hospital gown so fast that the poor soul merely whimpered.

Ratchet: "So what was it that you needed to ask me?"

Me: "Well on average, how much junk food are humans sposed to eat?"

Ratchet: "None. I will not have my patients getting themselves sick on such garbage!"

I don't like that glare. That glare only means trouble. Before I could stop him, he was storming out of the Medbay and up the way we came. Ho boy.

Me: "Where ya goin'?!"

Ratchet: "To collect the contraband from your charge! I knew she would try this I just knew it!"

He snarled. But before he could really work himself into a rage, we froze.

Ratchet: "Primus, what was that shrill scream?"

Me: "It came from Celeste's room!"

We immediately began to sprint through the halls, jumping over humans and other military vehicles, trying to get to my charge's room as fast as we could. She sounded almost pained! What on earth could make her scream like that?

We didn't even bother with knocking on the door. Ratchet simply used his medical override code to open the door. What we found was…curious. Celeste was fine, startled by us, but she seemed fine. All she was wearing was a large pair of sweat pants and a large t-shirt.

Ratchet: "Primus Femme! Are you quite alright?!"

Celeste: "Yeah…aside from the fact that you like just blasted through my door. I would have let you in you know."

Me: "We heard ya scream! What's wrong? I swear I'm gonna-"

Celeste: "WAIT! Whoa whoa whoa! Scream? First let me say that I'm surprised that you heard what I did there, and let me say sorry for scarring you and possibly hurting your ears. I should be more considerate. Second, I wasn't screaming, I was…aha…I erm…well…have you ever heard of a whistle note in terms of singing?"

Ratchet: "What?"

Celeste: "Oy. Uhh, not a lot of humans can do it, the most famous one well she's known for it at least, is Mariah Carey. It's called a whistle register. I like her, can sing a note so high that it whistles…get it?"

Me: "No."

Celeste: "(Sigh) I could show you if you wanted but, I don't think that would be best. I mean you guys must have really sensitive hearing and all…"

Ratchet: "Primus Femme! Just show us already!"

She rolled her eyes as she hit a space bar on her lap top allowing music to begin playing again, she sang along with the lyrics on the screen, her voice ringing out louder and clearer until she literally whistled the word high…but she didn't whistle it not like most people whistle…she sang it but her voice went up so many octaves that it sounded like a whistle. Soon after her voice went down in pitch and octaves and she continued to sing the song normally, until I paused her computer again.

Me: "Doesn' that hurt ya?"

Celeste: "No not really."

Ratchet: "It appears that you put quite a strain on your vocal chords when you do that. Perhaps you should refrain from doing it so that your voice does not…as humans say "Break"."

Celeste: "Dot worry, I don't sing whistle nots a lot…and I don't sing in public so you won't have to worry about my voice breaking."

She hummed as she gathered her bag and made for the door, only to be stopped by Ratchet.

Ratchet: "Not so fast. Where is it?"

Celeste: "Where is what?"

Ratchet: "I know you have contraband. Give it to me now, and we won't have any problems."

Celeste: "What contraband? If you mean Minty you can't have him! Right buddy?"

Minty: "Mrower"

Ratchet: "I know you bought junk food. And know that I will find it. No patient of mine will consume such garbage!"

He said as he stormed out her room. I wonder…

Me: "How did ya…"

She lifted up her pink through rug to reveal a small hatch. No doubt Will and Epps had something to do with it.

Me: "I didn see that. To the rec room we go!"

I said as we bounded out of her room. Again not gonna tell Ratch bout the contraband…wouldn't be cool of me and I kinda wonder what pizza tastes like.

We spent a few hours in the rec room watching the others play games, and playing a few ourselves before Celeste nearly passed out on the couch. So I did what Bee usually does when his charge passes out, I took her to her room and put her to bed. She could use the recharge. Before I left, I left her a note telling her that I would see her in the late afternoon rather than morning since I had work to do. Once I finished that I turned in for the night myself.

Somewhere around 1:00pm the next day.

Me: "Hey will have ya seen Celeste today?"

Will: "No. I haven't. Epps?"

Epps: "Nope. Jazz I thought you were keepin' an optic on her?"

Me: "Haven' had a chance to see her today. Maybe we should check on her?"

Will: "Why not, I could use the break."

Epps: "Me too. My legs are getting stiff."

He mumbled as we left the main hanger. I haven't seen Celeste on any of the camera feeds today, and I haven't heard a word from Sam and the others in regards to whether or not she came to eat breakfast or lunch today. She couldn't have slept through the day could she?

Once we got to her door we could hear faint music playing, and light singing, but not by Celeste. Epps went to knock only for the door to open to reveal a very messy room and a very jittery Celeste. Oh sweet Primus…

Celeste: "Mornin' boys! You guys wanna cup of coffee? Made it fresh ten minutes ago!"

She practically sang as she spun away from the door. On her mannequin was a finished costume and it looks spectacular. It's some sort of gown, with intricate designs and lace work. On her bed sat a different costume, this one was far more elaborate, having beading and multiple layers or so it appeared.

Will: "Celeste."

Celeste: "Yeeeeesssssss?"

Me: "Were you up all night?"

She frowned and looked out into the hallway squinting before she snapped her head back inside.

Celeste: "Whoopsies! Guess I did. I had a short cat nap and then I launched into making these beauties! Pretty cool am I right?! I mean look at the bead work on this one here. Oh and that one-"

Epps: "Good God! What happened to all the Folgers?!"

He nearly shouted from where he stood next to the coffee machine, holding an empty container of what used to be coffee I'm sure.

Will: "And she didn't use any cream. So you've been drinking this coffee black?! For how long?!"

Celeste: "Well…I woke up around midnight…and had two cups then…ta da?"

She said timidly as she looked at the ground. Still bouncing with energy. But I could see that it was begging to fade. She was exhausted. Maybe we should let her sleep through the day.

Me: "Alrigh, as of now, no more coffee. Ya need recharge and I'm gonna make sure ya get it. I'll be back to check on ya an hour from now, and if I see ya up, I will have no choice but to give ya to Ratchet for sedation. Okay?"

Her only response was a small yawn. Man I'd hate to be around her when she finally crashes. Taking the note we left her be, I turned just in time to see her fall on her face into her pillow. She'll be better at dinner.

3 HOURS LATER

Don't you just hate it when people mess with those you care about? I was on my way to grab Celeste for dinner when I heard her scream, and this was a legit energon curdling shriek that I'm talking about not her hitting her whistle notes. By the time I got to her room, I guess she had let Mikaela in already, but when I walked in I found the two on the floor. And Celeste was sobbing. She had good reason to be. Her hair is bright green!

Celeste: "I…(sob) Look like I was dipped head first into cotton candyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

She wailed. I didn't take a genius to figure out what happened. I simply had to check her shampoo and conditioner and check the video feeds of her hallway. Sure enough I found my culprits.

{Me: "Sunny. Sides. Would ya'll happen to know why my charge's hair is lime green?"}

Silence

Just what I thought, Primus when I find those two!

Mikaela: "It's okay…we'll get some dye remover and it'll come right out!"

Celeste: "My hair! It'll bleach! Why-hy-hy-hy-hyyy?"

Mikaela: "Well…we could cut it off-"

Celeste: "NOOOOOOOOOOO! NOT THAT! It took years for it to get this long! I don't wanna be bald! I don't wanna wear a wig! I want my color baaaaaaaaa-ha-ha-ha-ack!"

{Me: "Know that there aint a place ya'll can hide from me on this base. I'm gonna get ya for this."}

I said as I began to stroke her back. Oh when I get my servo's on those two….

A/N: Hello...sorry I haven't posted in a while...had writers block for a week combined with intense homework...and then I had an anxiety attack in my English class last Thursday (no seriously I did)...so posting this took time. I will post again soon... I mean come on who doesn't want to see Jazz seek his revenge on the twins...and then you have Celeste's revenge too. (Anyone got revenge? lemme know!) Let me know what you think by shooting me a review! Also follow and favorite if you so wish to! Oh and btw...if I don't post here before then... HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 🎃

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