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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I DO own Celestial Jazmine Jackson and her cat Minty...and the plot.

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Retrokill: Thank you! I'm glad you liked the last chapter...*Celeste glares at me angrily* As a girl...I will say that hair is important because it frames one's face...and it often acts as the greatest accessory...that ish is important, but I do hope all is well in your world, and that you like this chapter.

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Celeste's pov

2 days after the hair was dyed.

I am never leaving my room. Ever. And before someone out there says "oh its just hair. Grow up" Let me stop you right there. I triple dog dare you to find the most noxious shade of lime green hair dye and dye your own hair and then walk around in public on a military base. Go on do it. I dare you. All you'll get is laughter, usually preceded by or followed by and I quote; "The fuck did you do to your hair?! You look like a snow cone!" I haven't left my room for anything. Not even when I saw Jazz acquire a very large roll of duct tape and a few coils of rope and stalk up the hall laughing manically. All that followed that little sight was screaming from the twin tin cans. No I'm not sure which pair. The main reason I'm upset is because, my hair is what I have left as a reminder of my parents. It was the perfect combination of both my parents hair. Oh sure I'll admit to being a little vain, but really who isn't? I have to live with a mop of lime green until my hair grows out which will take months. And I don't think covering it up is gonna help, because hats and scarves are super obvious ways of trying to hide a bad hair day. So here I am. Day three of my own brand of solitary confinement. I spent the first crying, the second wallowing in misery, and today is sulking. I enjoy a good sulk, because it involves music, movies, sweatpants and a tub of Phish food ice cream. Let the sulking begin!

Mikaela: "Girl, you have got to stop this!"

Damn.

I let her in, after I took a sheet from my bed to cover my head and shoulders with. Not surprisingly, she had Bee, Epps, and Jazz with her. Damn girl brought a freakin' parade didn't she? God please help me.

Mikaela: "Really? More sulking? You have got to leave this room."

Me: "Not till my old color is back. (Munch) I wook wike a fweak!"

I mumbled into my Ben and Jerrys tub. I was eating right out of the pint. My ice cream. Mine. Bee tried to take my salvation away and I slapped his hand. I am in no mood to play right now.

Jazz: "Come on Celeste. It aint that bad!"

Me: "Oh? I don't see any of you guys openly walking around with lime green hair! Why should I?"

Epps: "Cause the Hatchet is gonna come get you if you don't leave. And then he'll commit you to Medbay, until he is certain that you are eating, drinking, and going to the bathroom normally."

Me: "Kay. Ew. Boundaries!"

Bee: "He has none."

I just stared at him a moment. The dude talked. He just freakin' talked! I thought that he couldn't do that!

Mikaela: "Fun fact about Bee, he can talk but chooses not to. Hurts his voice when he does, right Bee?"

Bee: "Yep, but it doesn't hurt my holoform! Why are you so sad? I think your hair looks pretty that way."

Me: "Thanks…my hair…well I'm vain. Everyone is a little bit vain! But my hair is what I used to remember my parents by…it was a perfect combo of both of theirs."

Jazz: "Well, if it makes ya feel any better, I got back at Sides an Sunny for ya."

All I could was raise an eyebrow. How the hell could he have gotten them back? Bee snorted as he looked to Jazz, a large amount of mirth shining in his eyes. God only knows what he's done. I'm still not leaving this room. (Ping!)…Damn it. Why did you oh lovely person who wants to give me lots of money have to be a complete and total badass, who wants an entire character set? This'll take me at least a week, if not two! And I need to get the fabric… (SIGH) Which means specialty stores, which means leaving base, which means leaving my room. But damn five, no six grand is a lot of money. I now have an order to make all of the Sailor Scouts uniforms. And I mean all of them. There's like….10 of them, and I have to pay wicked attention to detail, in order for it to work properly. Damn it.

Mikaela: "AH HA! Now you have to leave base!"

Me: "Hey! Eavesdrop much?!"

Mikaela: "Alright, get in the shower! Let's go! Time for you to get back out there!"

Me: "Mikaela, look at my face. What does it say?"

Jazz: "Um…no?"

Me: "Close, it says hell no. But you get an A for effort."

Epps: "Got another order huh? I don't see why we can't go stateside for just an hour or two."

Me: "Because that involves me leaving this room. I am not leaving this room. Period. End of discussion, cheer up session, with the additive of there is nothing any of you can say or do to make me."

It was at that moment that I regretted saying that. Why?

Me: "Jazz. Stop poking me. I'm not going."

Jazz: "Yes ya are!"

Me: "No I'm not."

Jazz: "Are too! Don't make me get Bee in on this."

Me: "Really? You expect me to fear someone so innocent. You should be ashamed. Greatly ashamed!"

Bee: "I'm not that innocent."

Me: "Bull-shit! Now stop poking me or so help me!-"

Bee: "Tickle tickle tickle!"

Could I control my shriek? No, but I did fight back…or tried to at least. I forgot that they had com links, meaning Jazz probably sicked Bumblebee on me without saying it aloud. Life is so not fair!

Jazz: "Oh…there's that smile! Let's see if we can get 'er to grin Bee!"

Me: "I..I swear! I'm gon hahahahahahaha! Gonna kill you hoo hoo hoo hoo two!"

Bee: "Not likely! Besides you wouldn't harm someone so innocent would you?"

Thwack!

The two groaned as I smacked both in the groin with a fist. As soon as they let me go, I ran for the bathroom and locked the door behind me.

Me: "Yes I would. Again nothing anyone can say or do to make me go."

Jazz: "Did ya have to smash our bits to smithereens though?!"

Me: "I warned you. I thought you guys could make yourselves intangible."

Bee: "Ohhh. Not that fast."

Epps: "As a sergeant of N.E.S.T I hear by command you to vacate the lavatory and leave base for at least four hours."

Ass. Well I might as well have some fun with this…

Me: "Yo Epps! You wanna say that to my face?"

Just as I had hoped, he opened the door.

SNAP SNAP

And with that he fell to the floor like a lump. Now I can't help but snicker. Did he really forget that I'm a hypnotist? Man these guys make stuff too easy sometimes.

Me: "Anyone else wanna get knocked out?"

Jazz: "Will ya at least see what I did to get back at 'em for ya?"

"Suuuuurrrre"

I giggled as he brought up the video feed from three days ago showing him chasing and eventually knocking the twin terrors out. Apparently Jazz is like mega strong cause he strung them from the rec room ceiling with chains after he painted them bright lavender and pink with silver flowers. Okay, I can have some gratification from that.

Bee: "This is why you don't mess with Jazz."

Jazz: "Yep, I'm not head 'o special opps for nothin'."

Me: "Hmmm. Noted. Still doesn't mean I'm leaving this room. Minty, get off of Epps' face!"

Mikaela: "Oh leave him be. He's happy where he is."

Bee: "I know you won't leave because you think you'll be judged in some negative fashion."

Me: "Yes! Thank you! He understands where I'm coming from!"

Bee: "I counter you're embarrassing situation, first with Epps'. His will make for great memes as well as blackmail. And I also counter it with a question; will it matter in a year?"

Me: "(SIGH) DAMN IT! That's really fucking good logic."

Mikaela: "I'll say. That needs to be a t-shirt."

Me: "I can arrange that-"

Bee: "Missing the point!"

Me: "No….I'm not….I think you just gave me an awesome idea for a revenge prank. I need a phone, Will Lennox, some non-washable paint, and an automatic carwash."

It was at this point that everyone gave me a WTF look. Muwhahahahahahahaha! Never piss off a girl. Never ever piss off a girl who can hypnotize people over the phone and who just so happens to be very creative. Needless to say that after I woke up Epps, got in the shower, mourned my hair one last time, and got dressed, (all of this happening after I banished my friends from the room) I was ready to leave. The plan itself was easy. I got Will's permission of which he was glad to give as well as some soldiers to help seek my revenge. (Apparently a lot of people want and love to see those two knocked down a peg.) I knew where we were going, I looked up a local car wash, hypnotized the owner over the phone, telling him to spend time with his family via a BBQ and to let all the staff have the next week off paid. If you're wondering I set time parameters in his hypnotism, meaning come next week his trance will end. After that it was convincing Ironhide, and the twins that they needed to experience a car wash. Which let me tell you is no simple feat. Unless you have boss bot, and Jazz behind you stating that it was in their best interest to acclimate to earth's cultures. After a very loud angry argument between Prime and Ironhide, and some side glares from the twins, we were ready to leave.

The first stop being to get my supplies. Which was the easiest thing I've done all day right? Ha ha no. Believe it or not, arranging my revenge was easier than finding the correct fabric in the right colors for the ten costumes I had to make. But it wasn't all bad since I got to partake in my second favorite hobby that is, after so many including people watching. This is Bot watching. I had no idea that these guys have never set foot into a craft super store. Everyone dispersed looking at various items and I shit you not I think Jazz has a secret desire to learn how to knit. No seriously, I watched him fondle half of the yarn in one section before he settled on some soft gray baby yarn, of which he started cuddling like he had never felt anything soft before. Ironhide was examining several different puzzles before his eyes grew wide at the sight of several sets of model planes and cars and battle ships. Sunstreaker decided that he wanted to be a Picasso and picked up like half of the art department that involved drawing and painting while his twin wandered behind him, bored out of his mind.

Jazz: "Yo Celeste?"

Me: "Yeeesssss?"

Jazz: "Can ya make me somthin outta this?"

He said as he hefted several armfuls of the same soft gray yarn.

Me: "Uhhhh, about that….Jazz is soft and fuzzy like a thing with you?"

He chuckled as he absentmindedly cuddled his yarn again.

Jazz: "Our holoforms allow us to experience things nearly as a human would, meanin' that I've neva really felt soft or fuzzy before. I like it."

He almost cooed. Lord the scene right here is just so adorable. He's just in love with cuddling that yarn…I think with the profit I'm about to make, I can afford a new gadget to help with this…and would you look at that, there's one on sale…. a rare beauty at that hmmmm. Oy the price, but at the same time, I could totally make bank by making holiday sweaters and blankets….cha ching!

Just before I could get to it, someone snatched it off the shelf. Some weird "I need this knitting machine cause I matter more than you" priss. Oh I don't think so, that bad boy is my cash cow, I am not about to loose it, especially if it means that I can't supply giant robots with snuggly sweaters and blankies with love in every stitch. Hey it may be spring, but who knows when we might get a chill?

Me: "Excuse me, but I saw that first. And I kinda need it."

Priss: "Uh, no, I need it. It's a rare make and I need it to get back to work. Besides you're not holding it are you now?"

Me: "Seriously, just let me have it, I'm sure you can find another one…"

Priss: "Back off circus freak, it's not even you're style! Who even dyes their hair green anyway?"

That's it!

Me: "Give me that damn machine before I rip your larynx out and eat it raw."

I snarled as I made eye contact, this guy can be hypnotized, and completely too. Good.

Snap Snap!

Me: "You will apologize to me and give me this machine, you will then go and ask if they have more in the back and see if you can later find one. You will also stop being a priss forever more and do everything in your power to make yourself and others smile. This effect will wear off in two days."

Snap Snap!

Priss: "Here, I'm sorry. Maybe they have more in the back. You probably need this more than me. Have a blessed day."

He smiled as he walked away. I don't play when it comes to shopping in any sense. Jazz had seen the whole thing, and I guess so did Bee because like Jazz he too had an armful of black and Yellow baby yarn and was still nuzzling it when he began staring in my direction.

Me: "Oh don't worry, they'll be fine. I think I have everything I need now. Yeesh is that enough yarn?"

Jazz: "Hope so. This is all they had."

Bee: "Yeah! Can…can you make me something too?"

Me: "Sure why not?"

I giggled as they shoved all of their gathered yarn into the shopping cart, surprisingly enough I wasn't the only one at the checkout station with a large purchase. I suppose everyone will have quite a few new hobbies to get to when they get home. After I bought my stuff and somehow miraculously crammed it all into Jazz's trunk….yeah that sounded wrong…. We were off to our last destination for the day.

Jazz: "Kay, Bee lead the way!"

Bee honked his horn almost excitedly as he sped out of the parking lot and as we chased him. Wonder why he's so excited?

{Sam: "Easy Bee. You almost gave us whiplash!"}

{Mikaela: "We know you're excited, just ease up okay?"}

{Me: "Why so excited? Am I missing something?"}

{Bee: "It's like a massage!"}

{Me: "Really? I would have thought it to be more of a bath really."}

I said into the open com. link while thinking of Bee in a shower cap with a rubber ducky. Yeah nothing prepares your brain for that image.

{Bee: "It is! It's a bath and a massage! And they are heavenly."}

He sighed happily.

{Me: "Why do I get the sense that you're obsessed with these?"}

{Sam: "Because he is! Literally he has forced us through these like a thousand times since I first introduced them to him!"}

{Mikaela: "And that was like two years ago. It's a wonder that his paint hasn't been washed away yet."}

{Ironhide: "And to think this youngling gave me fits whenever I or the others had to bathe him as a sparkling!"}

{Bee: "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidddddddddddddeeeeeeeeee! Don't!"}

{Jazz: "Oh yeah, now those were some tough battles! Primus how ya would run!"}

{Sideswipe: "And hide!"}

{Sunstreaker: "Til somebot caught you and immediately scolded you while giving you the wash you definitely needed."}

{Jazz: "And don' get me started bout recharge time. Primus-"}

{Bee: "Guuuuuuuyyyys! Seriously-"}

{Sam: "We're here!"}

He whooped as we pulled in. Ironhide was first, Bee second, Jazz third and the twins last. We set it up this way so Ironhide couldn't run away and so the twins would trust that nothing bad would happen. Will had come along, but Ironhide had dropped him off here early, so he and the other soldiers could rig the machines to do what we needed them to do. Apparently Sunstreaker and Sideswipe paid little attention in regards as to who some of the soldiers were, so we didn't have to worry about them recognizing anyone. It was easy enough, Will hopped into Ironhide really quick before he guided the stubborn mech through the process, paying for the wash as he went, I watched him shudder as Will guided him onto the track that guided the car.

{Bee: "What's wrong Hide? Afraid of a little soap and water?"}

He said cheekily. Ooo, Ironhide's gonna get him for that.

{Ironhide: "This coming from the youngling who- WHAT THE FRAG ARE THEY DOING?!"}

{Will: "Easy buddy, its just a harmless brush!"}

He yelped as the team rubbed the visibly shaking Topkick down with the pre-wash solution. Bee dissolved into laughter, so much so that I could see his frame shaking slightly as he pulled forward behind him, leaving me to pay for Jazz's wash. I think I'll spoil him, not only that, but I know how he likes air freshener.

Fig came up to the window and winked at me. This is going to be rich.

Fig: "Hey, welcome…Will told us everything, might I say, good idea."

Me: "Thanks, but Bee inspired it."

Fig: "This'll dent their ego pretty good. What are we doing for you Jazz?"

He hissed. (Apparently Cybertronians have like wicked good hearing.) Before Jazz could answer, I answered for him.

Me: "He's getting the premium program. Wash, wax, air fresher, the works."

He looked at me a moment before shrugging and nodding his head.

Jazz: "I'll go with what the lil' lady said. She hasn' been wrong bout me yet."

Fig: "Cool, the base is paying for it so don't worry, but I do need your card to make it look legit."

I handed him my card and he helped coach Jazz onto the track before he disappeared into the building. Jazz looked ahead, and though he didn't really show it on his face, I could tell that he was nervous. Well I think he has the right to be, I mean if it were me who landed on an alien planet and was told that there was a relaxing method of getting me clean I'd be apprehensive too.

Me: "You okay? You seem tense."

Jazz: "I'm alrigh' I've jus' neva been through one before."

Me: "I'll tell you what everything is…if that'll help."

Jazz shrugged before he looked at the soldiers surrounding him with the pre-wash brushes.

Me: "This stuff I think is supposed to soften the bugs and road grime, so that it comes off easier in the wash."

Jazz shivered as the brushes grazed his chassis a small smile crossing his face for a moment. I wonder… are they ticklish? Jazz said that they have never really been able to feel soft and fuzzy…but they can feel. Sentient means able to feel and think for themselves…right?

Me: "Hey, Jazz I have a theoretical question…you guys aren't ticklish are you?"

Jazz: "Ummmm….Not exactly…wh..why ya askin?"

He stuttered and shivered again as the jets of water slowly began to blast him from all angles. Poor….guy? I think Jazz might like this more than I thought….he sounds like Minty does when I give him cat nip.

Me: "Jazz..? A…are you purring?"

Jazz: "Nooooooooooo….ack! I'm blind!"

He shouted as he lunged forward. It never occurred to me that the soap would blind him!

Me: "Its okay! Calm down, it'll be gone in a minute!"

Jazz: "I….oooo. Ahhhhh that feels nice. Mmmmmmmmmmm…."

He nearly moaned as he sunk back into the driver's seat. He looks blissed out, a large relaxed grin on his face. Huh, so that's what those giant fuzzy brushes do, massage away the dirt. I think I figured out the Cybertronian version of a day spa. No wonder Bee likes them so much, Jazz is like totally nuzzling the brushes!

Me: "Jazz? You okay?"

Jazz: "This is awesome! Have ya ever tried one o' these? It kinda tickles, but it feels great! Primus we gotta come here all the time!"

He cheered as the spot free rinse came about. Looks like Sam and I have a couple of obsessed bots on our hands. At least he likes it, unlike Ironhide who looks really really peeved off at the soldiers who are snickering as they dry off his alt. Will's grinning like he won the lottery, and Epps is flat out laughing.

Jazz parked in a bay next to Ironhide so that the soldiers could vacuum and finish drying him off. I could see Sunstreaker and Sideswipe behind us, they were just reaching the end of the scrubbing portion of the wash, and thanks to a Bluetooth Will gave me I could hear their thoughts.

{Sideswipe: "This feels pretty great huh bro?"}

{Sunstreaker: "It feels okay I guess. I swear if this slagging machine chips my paint-"}

That was a far as I got before I like many others started snickering. Chipped paint was the least of his worries. Which reminds me…

Me: "Hey Will, I need Graham's number. I have one last part of revenge to act…and fast."

Without much hesitation, he handed me his phone. It only took me a few seconds to find Graham's number before I quickly dialed it.

{Graham: "Hello?"}

{Me: "Graham, its Celeste, we met the other morning?"}

{Graham: "Ah, Ms. Jackson. What can I do for you?"}

{Me: "I will pay you a fine amount of money if you find and hide the Lamborghini's stash of paint."}

{Graham: "… You do realize, how dangerous that is right?"}

{Me: "Which is why I will personally pay you in cash, as well as do your alterations first if you have any."}

He hummed for a moment as if he were contemplating the offer. Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes…

{Graham: "I'm not sure….do you press the slacks before they are returned? In military fashion?"}

{Me: "Of course! I wouldn't do it any other way! Pretty please?"}

{Graham: "You're lucky that I was near their quarters. How long do I have?"}

{Me: "I think you have a half hour at best…maybe forty-five minutes?"}

{Graham: "Oh that was easy… they keep their paint out in the open…yeah it'll be done when you get back. Have fun."}

{Me: "Thanks a bunch Graham!"}

I called as we got off the phone…and not a moment too soon.

Thank God that the soldiers were done with Ironhide and Bee because they began to help finish up Jazz as the twins hit the multi-color wax station. The only problem here was that they weren't being waxed…they were being re-painted with bright neon colors, like green, and pink and white and blue. This is gonna be some sweet payback….especially since the water didn't rinse off the excess "wax" as the drying jets came on. Two words for how they currently look. Tie-dye.

Jazz: "Oh, dear Primus in the Matrix…."

Sunstreaker: "WHAT THE FRAG HAPPENED TO MY PAINT JOB?!"

Sideswipe: "YOU! THE LIME GREEN SQUISHY!"

They snarled, engines revving angrily as they advanced on me, forgetting that we were in public.

Sunstreaker: "YOU'RE GONNA PAY TO FIX THIS!"

Me: "Sorry, but I can't…I have nothing to do with this. But uh you might wanna look for a man by the name of Karma."

Bee: "Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon. You come and go, you come and go-ohhhh! Loving would be easy if your colors are like my dreams, red gold and green red gold and greeeennn!"

Me: "Th…thank you Bee! Well put!"

I snickered as Jazz pulled me into his alt so we could make a hasty get away. Huh….

Me: "So you went with the "New car smell" huh?"

He grinned back as his reply.

Jazz: "That was fun. We gotta come back and do it again!"

Me: "Alright, sounds like a plan…hey Jazz would you say that Prowl is cold towards the twins?"

Jazz: "Yeah….why?"

I smirked. Can't help it, it feels so good to get back at somebody.

Me: "Oh nothing, I was just thinking that justice much like revenge is a dish best served swiftly and cold."

A/N: Hello! I hope you enjoyed this chapter...I have a midterm I should have been doing instead but I said "NAY! The good people need a chapter!" Also I will give bonus points in the form of emoji cookies to whoever guesses where the italicized and bolded part of Bumblebee's question comes from. Its somewhere on YouTube...you have a hint...I hope you find out! If you would please Follow, Favorite, and Review that would be appreciated cause they make an author's day epic! And again credit of the prank used here goes to Jazzilynn Hall!

CLYL! And lotsa love!