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

So let me say that time flies when you're busy. It's been a week since I gave Jazz his blanket, and needless to say that the whole base is aware of my not-so-secret anymore talent. I have done 20 alterations, and I've done repairs on quilts, and blankets, not to forget to mention that a few of the bots wanted blankets too. Bee loves his, I saw him Sam and Mikaela curled up under it the other night watching tv which was an adorable sight. Speaking of adorable, turns out that Minty and Replenish are great buddies. It was kinda rocky at first what with Replenish being a little smaller than Minty, and the fact that Replenish made Minty's fur poof up when he sneezed next to him, but after a quick spat the two became inseparable. Coincidentally neither like Ratchet. They both attack pictures of the mech himself and his holoform.

Mikaela: "Hey rainbow bright! Uh I mean Sideswipe!"

She called before she ran catching up with me. The twins are still tie-dyed, which makes me happy despite their non-silent growls and rumbles when I pass by them. I think I heard them plotting something yesterday…the reason why being that as soon as I rounded the corner they immediately began speaking in their native tongue, which if you ask me sounds sort of like if AOL and dial up had a very loud spastic kid on steroids. But I digress. Now I'm heading from the gym and going to Wheeljack's lab. He said he had a way to get the color out of my hair without bleaching away the natural colors.

Me: "Hey Kaela. What's up?"

Mikaela: "Nothing much, just wondering where you're going."

"Wheeljack's lab." I said as I noticed the mischievous look on the twins faces. Chevy twins, not Lambo. If I'm correct they just left Ironhide's room. I've never really hung out with the guy, but he seems like the type that you wouldn't want to piss off. "Please tell me that you aren't really going to Wheeljack's lab." She almost seemed to beg. "What's wrong with his lab? Its jus- ohhh."

I have never seen such a mess in all my life. And I've seen some wicked messes. There are bits and pieces of God knows what everywhere and the room smelled like burning metal. This is one heck of a mad scientist's lab.

Me: "Hey Wheeljack?"

"Ah, Miss Jackson! Glad you could make it! I have the serum right over here." He said cheerfully. Mikaela Looked at me as if I were nuts. Look, after living in the hood for 11 years, I'm not easily frightened by my surroundings. So what if the room looks like a disaster area? If he has a way to get rid of this horrible color, then bring it on.

Mikaela: "Jazz's gonna freak out that you're in here letting Jack experiment on you."

Me: "Mikaela, it's just dye remover. You make it sound like he's some mad scientist or something. And last I checked this isn't some weird anti-cancer serum like in a Deadpool comic. Chill."

I said as I listened to the quick stomps outside. Sure enough the Chevy's ran by laughing while Hide chased them…shooting glitter and cursing them for painting him neon yellow. Even Ratchet couldn't pull off that shade…yeesh. It was only a couple of seconds later that Wheeljack returned with the serum in a clear spray bottle.

Wheeljack: "Alright, I have written instructions in case you forget…but how this works is that you mist your hair lightly, and once your hair has grown to your desired length, you cut off the colored part and wash the serum out."

Me: "Awesome! How do you know it will work?"

Wheeljack: "I tested it on separated follicles and it worked better than I thought. After that it was the simple task of doing sensitivity tests, of which it passed with flying colors."

Me: "Sweet! You mind lending me a hand...er servo? Why wait you know?"

I asked. He was happy to oblige, and just barely misted my hair before Jazz, Bee, Sam and Leo nearly broke down the door. "JACK NO DON'T!" Jazz screamed as he ran forward and slapped the serum out of his hand, gently bumping Wheeljack into the table.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEP!

Wheeljack: "FRAG! HIT THE DECK!"

He yelled as we all took protective positions on the ground. Jazz attempted to block whatever happened from Mikaela and I but it was no use. I quickly found that we were falling a short distance. With a rough thump and a groan, I opened my eyes and swallowed any words that came to mind. We were not in the lab anymore.

Sam: "Please tell me we didn't space bridge again!"

Mikaela: "Looks like it. Question is, where to this time?"

I couldn't help but look to Leo with a "What the flying fuck?" Glance. "Did this last year with an elderly Cybertronian. Dropped us into Egypt so we could find the relic to revive Prime, and we later used it to revive Jazz." He answered. I looked to behind me where my guardian was gesturing to him in a "NO NO NO NO DON'T TELL HER!" Fashion. Okay…by the way he's looking at me sheepishly I can tell I now know something that I shouldn't or rather he didn't want me to know.

Jazz: "I-"

Me: "Nope. Gonna guess you died in a battle, and they brought you back because you were sorely missed as well as needed. I don't want to know when, and as of now I am dropping the topic to focus on the bigger problem."

I said as I looked around noticing a few things. Everything looked weird, and I mean weird as in…not real. The whole landscape looked kinda flat…like someone drew it. Even the hills and boulders look poorly drawn, and we're talking cheesy 80's cartoon poorly drawn. Wheeljack was looking at a weird remote thing in his hand while Bee was poking at a few rocks. Finally, Jazz asked the number one most important question of all time right now.

"Yo Jacky? Where the frag are we at?"

Wheeljack looking sheepish smiled as he chuckled. "I…heheh…don't…know?". Insert face palm here, and begin to panic now. "What do you mean you don't know?!" Mikaela shrilled as she kicked a rock hard, sending it straight into Sam's stomach. "Well, it would appear that we are not on earth…well not the one we're from…at least…" Wheeljack said taking a step back from her. Okay. My turn.

Me: "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN "NOT THE ONE WE'RE FROM"?! THERE'S ONLY ONE DAMN EARTH WHEELJACK!"

Bee even looked peeved as he sent out several warbles and clicks of anger towards him. Wheeljack simply looked back to the device before he looked back to us with a sigh.

Wheeljack: "Well, we're obviously not on our planet. My guess is that we're in a slightly different dimension. And on the bright side nothing can get worse."

Me: "No. You didn't just say that. LALALALALALALALALA! He said NOTHING OF THE SORT!"

Jazz: "He's right Celeste. Nothing can possibly make this worse."

Bee: "The line is dead!"

A female voice shrilled in fear. I looked to Jazz and slowly pointed to Bee. "Do not say that phrase again. It only tempts the cosmic universe to do just that. Make things worse." I said as Mikaela helped the still groaning Sam to his feet. "Okay…aside from the fact that our coms are down, really nothing can get any worse." Jazz said determinedly. As if on cue the cosmic universe made sure to fix that. Now approaching us quickly from behind Jazz is a very large dust cloud.

Me: "Oh really? This slow clap I'm doing right now is for you. (CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.) Because that massive and fast approaching dust cloud behind you guys is calling you a liar!"

On cue the bots turned around just to watch as the dust cloud cleared to reveal several cars. Again never say that phrase. No good ever comes of it. The bots immediately went on guard ready for a fight, causing us softer people to hide nearby and watch.

Leo: "Wait, didn't Wheeljack say that we're in a different dimension?"

Me: "He forgot to add poorly drawn, but yeah. Wait, you don't think-"

We both looked to each other before standing up and running down the hill we were hiding on. "WAIT! DON'T SHOOT! DON'T SHOOT!" We screamed at them as the cars transformed into what we expected. Standing in front of our bots, were…

Prime: "I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. State your faction and designations."

Me: "Well, shit. NOBODY TOUCH ANYTHING OR ANYONE! This means you Wheeljack!"

Both sides of the bots looked at me and then to each other in shock. While they did that, Sam and Mikaela joined Leo and I in the middle of the strange staring contest that the bots were having.

Prime: "Who are you?"

Me: "Optimus, this is Jazz, Wheeljack, and Bumblebee. Jazz, Wheeljack, Bumblebee, this is your leader from another dimension. Do not shake hands."

Prime looked behind him to three bots that I'm gonna guess and say are their dimensional doppelgangers. Ho boy this'll be good.

Leo: "I am beginning to really regret having roomed with you for those few days Sam."

Sam: "You wanted the "real effin deal". This is still part of it, don't complain."

He hissed at him making the other bots look down to us.

"Wicked. There's another me." The yellow former Volkswagen beetle said. I'm gonna guess that's Bumblebee. The bots stared at each other before the remote in Wheeljack's hand beeped loudly again. As if they planed it, the other Wheeljack, took the remote and began to fiddle with it.

Me: "Hey! What did I just say?! Don't touch anything!"

"Why?" They both asked.

Leo: "Because it's like the first rule of this kind of sci-fi shit! You touch something or your other dimensional self, and it screws everything else in ours up! Not to forget to mention-"

Sam: "That's time travel Leo! Guys if he can help I say let him."

Me: "I'd like to point out that this could easily make some form of giant wormhole or other calamity that we aren't prepared for."

Mikaela: "Join the club. We're hardly prepared for anything this strange. But we roll with the punches right Bee?"

He nodded brightly making the other look to him curiously. "Why didn't you just say right?" Their Bee asked. We all looked to him for a moment. Might as well tell them. "Well, our dimension's Bee had his vocal components severely damaged in battle. He can't really speak well, without it hurting." "That's awful! The Cons did that?!" The other Bee shrilled grabbing his throat in slight fear.

"Easy, Bee man." Both Jazz's said. God help me. At least mine is silver. The other is black, white, blue, and red. He couldn't choose a color could he?

Prime: "Perhaps we should roll for home. There we can figure out what is going on exactly."

"Sounds good to me." Both Wheeljacks said happily. I don't like this, but as usual what choice do I have in the matter? Get in the sentient car, or get left behind in an alternate universe. I'll take "get in the sentient car" for five hundred Alex. It was a long and bumpy ride to their base, which is some run down ship lodged in a volcano. Yeah cause that's totally safe for giant beings made out of metal to live in. once inside we got to see just how elaborate and huge their home is. I mean we drove down so many corridors and hallways that I knew for certain that we would get lost trying to get back to the outside world. Finally, we stopped in a large room with several couches, tables and massive bean bags.

Wheeljack: "Why don't I show you my lab so that we can see if we can find you guys a way home?"

Ratchet: "Absolutely no- Oh Primus why are there two Wheeljacks?"

He said as he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. Apparently this dimension's Ratchet is white with red crosses on his shoulders. Who knew. I kinda just sat back and watched what happened, which was our Wheeljack explaining how we got here, while Jazz and Bee gave their two cents every now and then. It's weird because they know all of the bots here, yet I only know the few that I met back home. God I hope somebody feeds Minty.

Sideswipe: "What's wrong with that one's hair?"

Me: "You and your asshole of a twin dyed it green!"

Jazz: "Celeste, they technically didn'. Our dimension's Sunny an' Sides did. But they didn' make it grow all weird."

Me: "Which reminds me, I need a blade of some sort so I can cut off the extra length, I'll wash the growth serum out later."

Jazz: "That's what this was?! Ya risked yo life for miracle grow for yo hair?!"

Me: "Don't get snippy with me! If you hadn't broken down the door like gangbusters we wouldn't be in this mess!"

Jazz: "I'm yo guardian! I'm sposed to protect ya at all costs!"

"And I appreciate that, but a simple call would do. And yes, in our dimension, you two dyed my hair green for whatever reason. But I got you back." I said as I showed them the picture of the tie-dyed twins at home. Sunstreaker reeled back in horror and Sideswipe laughed. "How'd you do that?" He asked. "I had some military buddies take over a car wash, and rigged it to spay ya'll with paint instead of wax." At the sound of this Sideswipe doubled over in laughter and Sunstreaker sneered at me angrily. "Your fragging cruel. Messing with our paint like that!" "The deed is done. I hardly doubt that you'll be this way for long. After all the base'll need a shipment of paint to re-paint Ironhide." I giggled.

Hide: "What'd those slag heads do t'meh?!"

Me: "Not them. The Chevy twins painted you neon lime yellow and made your cannons shoot glitter."

Ratchet: "Who? I wasn't aware that there was another pair of trouble making twins."

Leo: "Wait…they're not in this dimension? Okay I vote that we stay here and never leave!"

Me: "Why?"

"Because they're my annoying guardians. God I'm immature but those two are something else." He said shaking his head in disgust. Seeing that we'd already broken the many rules of dimension traveling we figured that interacting with them further couldn't hurt much else. We basically talked about the differences between our dimension and theirs. I got a few pictures because who wouldn't want to see what their dimensional doppelganger looked like? And I even got the number of a few bots, Jazz, Bumblebee, and Bluestreak. Blue seemed like he had a lot on his mind so I told him to call or text whenever he wanted. Hey might as well become his shrink right?

Jazz: "Uh, has anyone seen our Jacky?"

His question was answered with a loud and very cheesy explosion sound affect. A couple of seconds later, both Wheeljacks ran in excitedly, theirs was missing a hand. God what's with this guy?

"Great news!" "Ya'll aint dead yet! That's great news!" "Hardy har har Ironhide! Seriously we fixed the remote to get them home!" "Please tell me that wasn't the cause of the explosion from earlier." I begged as Sunstreaker finished cutting off my now extremely long brown and green locks. He only cut it to the middle of my back. The guy's pretty nice once you get to know him and compliment his luxurious golden paint job. (Desperate times, desperate measures)

Wheeljack: "It wasn't. That was one of his experiments that blew up."

Jazz: "So, how ya'll gonna get back home?"

Mikaela: "Your guess is as good as mine. How'd this all happen anyway?"

"Well, remember that time machine I was trying to build? Turns out I had the wires attached wrong, and I had the wrong components where the sizmatic-"

Mikaela: "English please?"

Wheeljack: "He made a dimension transporter instead."

Sam: "Like in that one Family Guy episode?"

"What's that?" Both Jazz's and half of the other bots asked. "Wait…what year are we in?" "1984." Sideswipe said innocently. Holy Fuc-

Leo: "WE JUMPED INTO A DEMENSION SET 26 YEARS AGO?! HOLY SHIT!"

Bluestreak: "You guys are from the year 2010? Are there really flying cars? Do we exist? Who's the president? Wha-"

Jazz: "What're the tunes like? Are they any good?"

Me: "In asking Order; Yes, no thank God, yes obviously because my Jazz is standing next to you Blue, Obama, Plenty of Rap and hip hop, and it's pretty good maybe we could send you some. Now can we please stop panicking and focus on the problem at hand?!"

I gasped. Still plenty of things that the bots don't know of, maybe it really doesn't exist here, and if not…who knows what kind of impact we would have. I looked to both Wheeljacks who were merrily talking about how they could perfect time travel, among other things. I wonder if I have a dimensional doppelganger somewhere? Probably not since I haven't technically been born yet.

Wheeljack: "Well, regardless we can speak of it later, I have your com frequency and I have this remote and a spare in case that doesn't work. Now the catch here guys is that this baby is going to take about two or three breems to recharge before we jump again. Till then we'll just have to sit tight."

Me: "And a breem is how many earth minute or hours?"

Jazz: "Typically bout 8.3 minutes. It'll be a…piece o' pie?"

Me: "Close, the phrase is piece of cake, but it doesn't matter. Wheeljack do you know how to um…steer that thing?"

"Sure! I just have to push this sequence here and we should jump home." He said happily as he began to mash buttons in random ways. God help us now.

Leo: "Will it hurt, and or will we be whole when we arrive? Last thing I want is to be missing a few parts or to suddenly be struck with pain in the nuts."

Mikaela: "That's assuming you had a pair to begin with."

She said as Sam joined us snickering. Again God please help us now. The rest of us joined Wheeljack in our personal circle of… I dunno Hell? Woe? Horror? They all fit and we all know it. Regardless, we said our goodbyes as Wheeljack pressed the button that sent us home. Or so we thought…did I mention I hate him right now? I think the cosmic universe has a thing against him because we didn't land in his lab. Oh no, we landed somewhere else AGAIN! He just sat up, chuckled and rubbed his head. I know he's stressed because those weird fin things on his head turned purple. I think that's his color for stress. So what did we do while here? We found what looked to be poorly drawn animal-robots who claimed to be Autobots. Thank goodness Wheeljack got the thing working after eight minutes, because these guys were making me nauseous whenever they moved. You know how some animation styles look bulbous and shiny and just plain wrong? That's where we were at. After that we landed in one where the bots spoke Japanese, and I mean like fluently. They were nice enough, but by then I had pretty much given up hope. Especially when the next dimension held both Autobots and animated talking ponies. Sweet GOD! I JUST WANT TO GO HOME! All I wanted was dye remover, not a spoof of "Across the multiverse"!

Anyways here we are, in a better drawn universe. Still cartoony but like modern day animation. I'm pretty sure we're all scared from the pony universe, they kept braking into songs about friendship every ten minutes. It was cute at first, but then it got sickening.

Mikaela: "Wheeljack, I swear to God, if we are not back in your lab, in the next twenty minutes- "

Wheeljack: "I was sure it would work this last time! Maybe- "

Me: "Maybe we need to stop, find a hotel, preferably with a bathroom with a shower, and food and re-group! Because if we warp one more damn time and it doesn't take us home I will not be held responsible for your unexplained death!"

Can you blame me for being a cranky whiney twerp? Seriously, I've cut my hair like six times today, two dimensions ago I even went with a pixy cut, and its back down to the base of my knees. It's an awesome invention, but now I really have to pee and I'm super annoyed.

Sam: "Wonder who's in this dimension?"

Leo: "Please, no more singing, just…no…more!"

Mikaela: "In coming cops. Act natural."

Me: "What's natural?"

I felt Jazz cracking up underneath me. Apparently he finds my little comment hilarious, but in my defense I've been sitting in his driver seat for like two hours now. We had a malfunction in Ponyville, keeping us there for an hour. Hence the eye twitch. "C'mon Celeste. It aint that bad." "Speak for yourself Jazz, you don't have the need to eat, drink, shower, or pee. Well eat yeah, but you can go longer than I can." I said as I watched an ambulance, swat van, police car, police motor cycle, race car and Fire engine transform into you guessed it Autobots.

SMACK!

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

Jazz: "(Snicker) Lay off the horn! It aint "natural" to use it that long."

Me: "Jazz, this isn't fu-hu-heh-heh-ny! I wanna go home damn it!"

"I can tell, ya have one o' those angry "symbols" on yer forehead." He laughed, further making his frame rock and vibrate. Hey what do you know he's right, I have a red rage diamond on my left temple. Oooh and its throbbing. (SIGH) Looks like it's safe for them to transform, seeing that their possible doppelgangers have. Hey…they're friends with a teenage girl!

Mikaela: "Umm…Hi! Please don't shoot us!"

Wheeljack: "We're Autobots like you guys, just well, we're trying to find our dimension."

"Huh?" The big green former swat vehicle asked. "I sense that they are telling the truth." The gold and black one said. "Why don't we introduce ourselves. I'm Celeste, this is Mikaela, Sam, and Leo. Behind me are my guardian, Jazz, Wheeljack, and Sam's guardian Bumblebee." "NO WAY! There's another me!"

The little yellow one cried happily as he ran to Bee and began to poke at him. Bee took it in stride and poked him back excitedly. I'm gonna guess that they're around the same age. "As if one of you were not annoying enough." "Can it Prowl! You're just jealous that there isn't another boring you here!"

Jazz: "Prowler? Huh, ya look way different than our version o' ya back home!"

Jazz: "Wicked cool! Another me, do you suppose we could kick it? I got loads of questions."

Bee: "Can they hang with us Prime pleeeeaaaasssse? Sari's got plenty of room for us all to hang out!"

Mikaela: "I'm gonna guess you're Sari."

She said to the teen who walked over to us. "Yep, that's me. Sari Sumdac, pleased to meet you guys." She said shaking Mikaela's hand. "And to answer Bee's question, we have plenty of room back at warehouse." "I hate to ask but…is there a bathroom there?" "Sure is, I'll take you to my room. There's even a shower if you wanna use it." "You read my mind. But I don't want to impose." "You're not, I just want to know what's going on. And where you got the hoodie." She said. I smiled as I looked down at my self-designed and made hoodie.

Me: "Deal. I made the hoodie myself."

Sari: "No way! Really? That is so awesome!"

I think I may have an interdimensional friendship.

A/N: Hey... Sorry I went MIA...The bots found me clinging to my lap top in need of rest from ridiculous finals, and then the holiday season is slowly eating away at my time, so is work. With any luck I'll post again before Christmas, (perhaps if I receive lavish reviews I will try harder) But you know the season, and family. I hope all are well, and that you liked this chapter/cliffy. Please Follow, Favorite and Review! Let me know what you think!

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