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

It's safe to say that my charge has a vast processor when it comes to revenge, I don't think that the twins will bother her too soon. Though she did ruin their paint job so they'll probably try to get back at her at some point. Anyways when we bridged back Prime and the others were there to greet us which only means one of two things; we have a mission or we have a meeting. Regardless of what it is I'd rather not leave to do it.

Prime: "I trust that you enjoyed yourself?"

He asked as I let Celeste out and transformed. Ratchet must be trying to get up Hide's aft because he keeps circling him like a turbo hawk.

Me: "Prime, ya gotta try it. I feel like a new mech! So relaxin', and they gave me a new freshener!"

Ratchet: "I agree. Prime we may have to procure a similar system for the base. It seems to have thoroughly cleaned out their joints among other things, not to forget to mention that they smell very very clean."

Prime: "Perhaps we can ask the major at a later date, we must unfortunately leave for Nevada. There are reports of a robotic being with red optics roaming the ware house district in a city near tranquility. Where are Sunstreaker and Sideswipe?"

At that my charge broke into gales of laughter, so did Sam Mikaela and Bee. Hide only chuckled and shook his head as the two drove slowly through the portal. Prime had to stifle a chuckle so he could pretend to be concerned, where as Ratchet laughed out right at them.

Sunstreaker: "The lime green squishy. She did this."

Celeste: "I did not! Where I know the finer art of sewing, I have no knowledge of mechanics, this includes cars, car washes, and most other machines. I can't fix or tamper with them. And besides, you were with me the whole day."

The two growled at her, before Prime began his debriefing. So much for being able to kick it with Celeste today, or tomorrow for that matter. As soon as I drop her and her stuff off at her room, we leave for a mission in Nevada. That means that we'll no doubt have a meeting with officials, which means paperwork. For once, I'd like for this not to be a threat and for it to be something harmless.

Celeste: "So…you're gonna go beat the living hell outta something or..?"

Me: "Recon to make sure there isn't a threat. Sunny and Sides'll be with us so ya don' have to worry bout them seekin' their revenge on ya yet."

Celeste: "Why would I be? Are they the "supposed" pranksters?"

Me: "Yep. As ya know they take great offense when their appearances aint what they should be. Ya might wanna watch out for 'em but I got yer back too."

She smiled at me as she began to set up for a day of work. I don't think she fears them like they want her too. And I have the looming suspicion that she just might make a list of revenge pranks against them. So long as I get to help I'll have no problems with it.

Celeste: "Okay, well be safe, don't get hurt out there…if you guys can get hurt that is. I'll get some work done before I head to the gym tonight. Out of curiosity do you know where I can post things for the base to see?"

Me: "I'll send ya the link to the base's intranet. There ya can post the blackmail, or whatever it is ya need to post."

Celeste: "Meh, just an ad for my services. I plan using that blackmail for much later. I only wish that I could reprogram their holo thingies to have matching rainbow afros. That would have made this just perfect. But I'll settle for them being stuck this color for a few weeks."

Me: "They'll paint themselves over ya know."

Celeste: "Nope, I got Graham to jack their paint stash before we got back. Good luck!"

She called as I left. I hate having to leave her, because I don't want her to overwork herself. I know she loves what she does but I really hope she doesn't pull an all-nighter.

Hide: "She'll be fine Jazz."

Me: "Wha?"

He snorted as we drove through the portal into a dark dank ware house. Will, Epps and their soldiers immediately began to silently scout out the area. I followed behind Hide as we quietly scanned our quadrant looking for anything resembling a Decepticon.

{Hide: "You do know you don't have to hover over her right?"}

{Me: "Hide, focus at the task at hand. And I do not hover."}

{Hide: "Jazz, you have barely given her time to be by herself."}

He snorted into the com. link as we silently moved from one abandoned ware house to the next. Nothing so far, but there usually never is. Not within the first day at least.

{Me: "Nothing so far Prime. And 'Hide shut it."}

{Prime: "We will split up for different patrols. Jazz you take Bumblebee and Epps' team and cover the ware houses on the west side of the city. Ironhide you take Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and Graham's team and cover the north. Prowl, Arcee and I will patrol the present area."}

And with that we split into three different teams and left to our patrols. This is the boring part of recon. Well it usually is, seeing that all we can do is sit and wait or slowly and as stealthily as possible creep around.

{Epps: "Alright spill."}

{Bee: "Jazz what's on your processor?"}

{Me: Nothin'. "}

{Epps: "Yep. Dude's totally hiding something."}

{Me: "Pffft, dude givin' the fact that I'm a saboteur I'm always hidin' somethin'. What else is new?"}

I laughed as our destination grew closer. We were beginning to explore the edgy looking ware house when I got a ping from Celeste on my HUD. Huh strange.

{Me: "What's up Lil' lady?"}

{Celeste: "May I use the boxy face looking symbol that ya'll sport?"}

{Me: "The Autobot insignia? What for?"}

{Celeste: "You're welcome home surprise."}

{Me: "Sure, so long as it aint portrayed in a negative way, ya know?"}

{Celeste: "Never! Never in a negative way! You have my word! Peace!"}

Well, she seemed happy. Heck, she's probably super busy. It would be really nice to hang with her when we get back. Knowing my luck, Prowler will want like fifty reports, due after the eighth meeting and the ridiculous training regimen Hide has me on.

{Bee: "Jazz, and Celeste. Sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"}

{Epps: "Mech's got it bad!"}

{Me: Seriously?! She's my bud! Ya'll need to get a life."}

{Epps: "This is it buddy!"}

{Bee: "And bes-IIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!"}

CRUNCH!

Thank you oh bringer of karma whoever you are. (Snicker) Bee fell through the floor which is bad…no its funny as pit! He's just splayed out spread eagle on the floor groaning. This could be either really good or really bad. Why you ask?

Epps: "Uhm…Holographic floor ends where exactly?"

He asked as he and the others immediately froze where they stood. Hmm, what could project a floor that convincing, and why is it living in a deep hole? The obvious answer would be a Decepticon, but why are they living under ground, and why haven't we been attacked?

{Me: "Bee, man are ya al'righ? Proceed with caution, Cons might be 'round."}

{Bee: "Pain, sooooo muuuuuch pain."}

{Me: "Ya sound like Sam! Ha!"}

Could I stop my laughter? No, and I didn't, that is until 12 Cybertronian signatures popped up. This is bad. Especially since they're surrounding Bee.

{Me: "Bee. Proceed with extreme caution. Yer completely surrounded. Dropping in ground troops now."}

{Bee: "Uh…Jazz…?"}

{Me: "Do ya have a visual?"}

{Bee: "That's just it. I think I found Judy's kitchen appliances. And the x-box, and the mountain dew machine….Primus Jazz. They're not Cons! They're sparklings."}

{Epps: "Whoa. So this is where all that hardware went. This little guy must have been the one keeping them hidden."}

He said as he gently petted the helm of the projector. To my surprise the little guys clicked earnestly up at him before scuttling over to Bee. I guess they remember him from mission city, which was two years ago. Wait a minute. How could they have survived without energon for that long, let alone keep out of sight until recently. I know that the Witwicky's lost a bunch of their kitchen appliances last year, so that kinda makes sense but how did they survive?

Epps: "Guys I think we have a problem. Look at the garage door, this ware house is ancient, but that door still moves fluently. And by that I mean it's been greased recently."

Bee stood up, so that his helm just barely poked out of the massive hole. This is definitely bad.

{Me: "Hey Prime, I think we got a problem."}

{Sunstreaker: "You're telling us!"}

{Sideswipe: "Yeah! Incoming con signatures!"}

{Prime: "Autobots prepare for battle."}

{Hide: "Jazz, they're heading for your coordinates."}

{Me: "That's the problem. Guys we found sparklins'."}

{Prime: "On our way. Jazz, Bumblebee prepare to engage in battle."}

It was at this time that we heard a snarl from outside the garage door. So much for preparing the troops, good thing that they can think on their feet.

When the door flew open, we were greeted by none other than Barricade's ugly mug. And to our surprise he actually was holding up his servos in surrender. What is wrong with this picture?

Barricade: "Don't shoot. I just came to give the sparklings the last of their energon."

Me: "The Frag ya mean by "the last."?"

Barricade: "As in you Auto-scum take them or they'll starve to death. I have orders elsewhere."

Bee raised his cannon indicating him to stay put, but Barricade brushed him off. Okay there is something really bad here. This con used to be vicious, now he has an offline wish. The frag?

Barricade: "Go ahead. Blast me to scrap in front of the sparklings. I'm sure it will go over well with your Prime."

He sneered.

Me: "Ya aint going nowhere!"

Barricade: "And I'm not being interrogated by worthless flesh bags and Autobrats alike. You wanna know Megatron's master plan? Ask your fleshy charge."

He growled before he made to leave only to be stopped by the twins. Even looking for all the world like they lost a fight with a rainbow, they still managed to intimidate Barricade.

Sunstreaker: "And where do you think you're going?"

He snarled. This does not bode well. What did he mean by ask Celeste? How does he know Celeste is my charge, that's a pressing matter. And why are or were the poor sparklings going to be left to starve. Why am I asking so many fragging questions?! I'm the head of special ops for Primus sakes!

Prime: "Jazz. Jazz? Jazz, friend, are you alright?"

Damn. So distracted that I didn't even realize that we got home. 12 hours we were gone, damn. Where'd they day go? Hide had already drug Barricade to the brig and now Prime's staring at me like I have a fourth helm. I only have one by the way.

Me: "Yeah. I just thought o' somethin' is all."

Prowl: "Care to share why you so eloquently ignored our Prime when he asked you a question?"

Me: "Didn' mean to. Barricade mentioned Megatron's new plan had somethin to do with Celeste. Prime whether he's lyin' o' not he shouldn have known Celeste is my charge. Period."

Prime: "Jazz this is serious. Are you suggesting that there is a traitor in our midst?"

Me: "I dunno. I don wanna believe it, but how else could he have known? I need to find out how he got that information."

Prime: "I think it would be best if you surveyed the Decepticons further, we shall cover our next steps in tomorrow's meeting as well as how the sparklings will be cared for. For now, I ask that you take a much needed rest."

Me: "Thanks Prime. I'll see ya'll bright and early tomorrow mornin'."
I called as I head for my quarters. Celeste's room is quiet, guess she aint burning the midnight oil as they say. Back in my quarters I found my berth right where I left it last, looking cold and lonely. Not saying I'm lonely, just saying I'm not looking forward to another night of bad flux after bad flux. I never had them when I was first around but since I've been back they always seem to haunt me. I just hope Celeste don't hear me screaming if I wake up again.

Next day 11:30 am meeting #3

Primus I wish I had a better recharge cycle. At last count I woke up 20 times totaling 30 minutes of solid recharge, nonconsecutive of course. Been in action since 7:30 and let me say that these meetings are like something from the pit. Seriously, I got a glimpse of it on the way to the Matrix and I could have sworn I saw something like what I'm doing now as one of the punishments. There is just no end to these stupid things are there?

{Keller: "So you boys have obtained a prisoner, as well as several new…ahem…followers?"}

He asked over the video call. No sir, we don't have followers, we have adorable little sparklings.

{Prime: "That is correct sir, though the politically correct term would be sparklings. Though their optics say otherwise, they are quite harmless."}

I love that just as soon as he said that, a soldier who was petting a sparkling (whose disguise is a cell phone) got a tremendous zap, making his hair stand up on end. This was caused by the sparkling who sneezed. Poor little guy.

{Keller: "Uh huh. Well so long as they do not cause-"}

{Galloway: "Absolutely not! I insist that those things be evaluated as well as examined! Think of the damage that those twelve little cretins will cause. We do not have any room in the budget to care for such creatures or their damages."}

I hate him. Only been back for a month and a half, and this guy has already tried to make me feel like he knew more about what's going on than I do. Fool, I've been around longer than you and your ancestors. Man he's an aft.

{Prime: "I assure you that we are capable of caring for them."}

{Galloway: "I'll believe it when I see it. As a matter of fact I'll head out there tomorrow to see for myself.}

{Will: "That really isn't necessary-"}

{Galloway: "Meeting adjourned."}

{Keller: "(Sigh) I might as well come too, no sense in letting him drive you all nuts. Perhaps I can get him to curb his attitude."}

He said as we adjourned the meeting. Fantastic. We have an aft on the way. I really need to hear some good news.

Bee: "Snack time!"

He announced as he led the other sparklings out of the room. I could use a cube of energon, more like high grade but a simple cube will do. I grabbed the sneeze prone sparkling from the soldier before I followed Bee to the rec room, where oddly enough we found Leo and Sam playing video games, and Celeste and Mikaela talking. It's strange because Celeste has these weird looking glasses on…and she's melting or welding something small.

Me: "Hey guys."

Celeste: "Yo Jazz!"

Me: "What're ya doin'?"

Celeste: "Setting the jewels in the tiaras for the costumes I'm making. What are you doing carrying a cell phone?"

I looked down to see that the phone as well as the other sparklings had transformed to hide themselves. Not well seeing that Dewbot was between me and the couch.

Me: "Oh…well the mission we went on actually had us bringin back some sparklin's."

Celeste: "What's a sparklin'?"

Me: "Baby bots. The little guy in my hand is a cell phone, the big Mountain dew machine is one too. "

Mikaela: "Wait, are these the things that spawned from the allspark, both in Sam's house and in the streets of mission city?"

Me: "Yep, and they're pretty harmless."

I cooed as I set the now re-transformed cell phone on the table. He immediately stared at Celeste curiously until she removed her glasses. With a happy chirp he scuttled up to her and nuzzled her hand.

Celeste: "AWWWWWWE! You're so cute!"

She cooed as she gently stroked its helm. With a twitch the little guy sneezed giving her a shock that made her hair stand on end. The poor guy took a step backwards acting as if she would yell at him, but he was surprised when she picked him up and gently cuddled him.

Celeste: "Poor little guy! Bless you. What's your name?"

The little mech pointed to a part of his armor that said replenish before he squeaked loudly calling the other sparklings over to Celeste.

Celeste: "Oh, no wonder you have a technical sneeze! The Samsung replenish has a lot of technical isssues. Jazz, are they imprinting on me?"

Mikaela: "Looks like it. I think it's because of your goggles."

Celeste: "Huh, no kidding. Well…where will they live? I'll visit all of you, but I fear that only Replenish here will fit in my room."

She cooed at the other purring bots.

Me: "They'll probably hang out where they feel useful, like Dewbot each functions like a normal machine."

I said as a bottle of Mountain Dew clunked down in the catch of the little vending machine. He offered it shyly to Celeste who took it gratefully and took a long drink.

Celeste: "Thaaannnk Yoooouuu!"

She sang. Hey that reminds me.

Me: "Hey Celeste? Why don ya sing in public?"

Mikaela: "You can sing?"

Leo: "Nice, I didn't know that you can sing."

Celeste: "Okaaaay. Well it's a really obvious reason that I don't sing in public."

Sam: "Then why don't we know why?"

Celeste: "Really? You guys can't guess why? Seriously?"

Me: "Awe c'mon! Ya sound marvelous!"

Mikaela: "C'mon. One song then we'll leave you alone."

Celeste: "You know what? Fine, but don't say that I didn't warn you. You should know why I don't sing, but if you insist…so be it."

She said as she pulled out her computer and searched through its library for a song. Once she found one she hit play and the beat of one Mariah Carey's songs began to play.

Celeste: "Jazz, when I give you the signal, I'll need you to pick me up. Just trust me on this."

She said as she took a deep breath. What is the worst possible thing that could happen to her if she sings?

Celeste: "'Cuz if you run your mouth and brag about this secret rendezvous, I will hunt you down."

She began, making light eye contact with all those in the room, each person she made eye contact with began to stare at her…kinda lustfully. She made sure to turn Sam towards Mikaela to where they made eye contact. They can't stop staring at each other. Something's wrong here.

Celeste: "'Cuz they be all up in my business like a Wendy interview, but this is private, between you and I. Touch my body, put me on the floor, wrestle me around, play with me some more. Touch my body, throw me on the bed, I just wanna make you feel like you never did…"

Holy frag! Why is Sam…? What is Sam…? OH PRIMUS!

Me: "BEE! Dude ya gotta- WHAT THE FRAG IS WRONG WITH YA?!"

He's just staring at her, his optics dim as if nobot was home. Celeste patted my leg, and I lifted her up in the nick of time, five soldiers were pawing at my legs and peedes, growling? I think they're like…mewling? I have no conceivable way to describe what's going on right no- Oh frag no…

{Me: "BUMBLEBEE! TAKE YER CHARGES TO THEIR QUARTERS! THEY'RE TRYIN TO FRAG ON THE DAMN FLOOR!"}

Somehow Bee got the message, since he scooped up the now half-dressed duo, meanwhile Celeste kept singing, until she finished her song, to which the sparklings applauded politely. No wonder she doesn't sing.

Celeste: "Do you now get why I don't sing out loud?!"

Me: "I forgot. Ya can hypnotize people…so ya put em under a spell with ya singin."

Celeste: "Well the old school term would be a siren, but yes I can hypnotize people while singing. As you can see results vary."

Me: "Ya voice, it's beautiful…but why did the mechs act so strange?"

Celeste: "Whoever I sing to, reacts typically about what I sing about. For example I sang about sex. That's why I turned Sam and Mikaela together, I didn't want them to cheat on each other. The only catch is that it only works well live. If you were to record it and play it back, half of the hypnotic affect is gone."

She said as I put her down, she quickly rushed over to Replenish as he began to wave her tools around. She took the tools away gently scolding him before she snapped her fingers and ran out of the room with them.

Leo: "I think I love her."

Me: "Ya say that bout every femme ya meet, dude. What's different bout Celeste?"

Leo: "Her voice is like velvet, and her skin cinnamon…I…"

She came back, pushing a large box across the floor shutting Leo up quickly. Dude doesn't have a chance with her, if only he'd realize that.

Celeste: "Jazz, this is for you. Take it out and unfold it, it hopefully will be big enough, and I pray that it will keep you from screaming at night."

She said watching as Sam and Mikala returned looking for all the world like they had had the greatest interface session imaginable. Sorry…tmi I know…but still!

I opened the box and unfolded a blanket that actually is about as big as me. In the center the Autobot symbol sat proudly, with my designation embroidered right below it in gold. One patch had a picture of my alt, another had a music note, and the others had the saying "Jazz, Autobot Jazz" embroidered below my espionage symbol. Though I obviously don't display the symbol on my frame, it's a symbol that's on all my identification files.

Me: "How did you…"

Celeste: "I got the symbol from Ratchet…and I uploaded it into the machine…it wasn't easy but I think it turned out pretty good."

I cuddled the blanket close, it's so soft and fuzzy. And it's me sized! She must really care about me to have made this.

Celeste: "Of course I care about you. You saved my life it's the least I can do for a friend like you."

Before I could thank her, Ironhide strode in with Will and Epps, Bee following close behind. They all stared at me blankly before Bee reached out and felt the blanket, warbling jealously. Will snickered and Epps just shook his head.

Will: "Well the good news is that Galloway is delayed due to groundbridge malfunctions."

Epps: "And apparently the big bad saboteur still needs his blankie!"

Will: "Wook how cute he is! Awe, does the wittle Jazz need a nap?"

Celeste: "Yo! Men who are acting like assholes! I made it for him because he asked and to get rid of his night terrors!"

The two stopped laughing and winced. They turned to me about to apologize when I stopped them.

Me: "S'al'righ. It's true, I wanted to feel something soft and fuzzy that's my size. No need to apologize…"

Will: "Yeah but still…"

Me: "After all, it's not like I sleep in the fetal position like Will. And I don' suck my thumb like Epps neither."

Epps: "I…! We…!"

I projected my blackmail of the two soldiers their eyes widening.

Epps: "AWE C'MON MAN! Not cool!"

Payback is a glitch.

A/N: Hey Ya'll. I hope those in France are okay! Sorry this is a week late, had meetings last weekend and I have finals to do for the next two...I have two weeks of school left before I can post when I want, but there may still be some irregularity due to finals. Sorry. Hope you like the chapter, sorry if its bad...my brain kinda just spit it out. Let me know what you think though! Pretty please review follow and favorite!

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