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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Celeste's pov

To say that I enjoyed hopping through dimensions isn't entirely true or false. It was fun, but I'm just glad that we're back in our own. Even though it meant that we had to be interrogated and that we were scanned and tested on, more than I wanted. But after a few hours we went our separate ways until dinner. I was happy to be home, back to my designs and alterations, of which are now due to be shipped in two days or less. Looks like I'll pull an all-nighter and then go comatose for a few days.

"Meeew!"

"Hey Min-OH MY GOD!"

Minty is huge! And I mean, he looks like he ate a whole sack of lard! What happened?! "Ah, Ms. Jackson. Glad to see you've returned. I took the liberty of feeding your kitten and Replenish while you were absent." Jolt said from where he stood in the doorway. "Uh, thanks Jolt. What happened to Minty though? He's like...morbidly obese."

Jolt: "I was told to feed him two cups in the morning and evening. I added a special plumping agent to his water supply seeing that you probably wished him to grow larger for his pelt correct?"

Me: "NO! NEVER! I. Jolt! Minty is my pet! I would never raise him for his fur or for anything else outside of companionship! I don't even believe in using animals for their fur! All of my designs contain faux fur! I would never slaughter an animal that I own!"

Jolt: "Hmmm. I believe that I was miss informed. The twins suggested- "

Me: "The twins?! You listened to them of all people on the care of kittens?!"

Jolt: "My apologies. I saw them trying to offline the poor creature through fear and confronted them. They then said that they were trying to care for him in your absence and turned him over to me with instructions for his wellbeing."

I couldn't be mad at him. Not too mad at least. He was only trying to protect Minty from the twins and was given bad information. Furthermore, he took time away from his studies to take care of him. That is pretty sweet of him.

Me: "Well, I can't be too mad at you. You were only trying to help. Thanks Jolt."

Jolt: "My apologies, had I known what I do now, I wouldn't have taken the course of action I did."

Me: "No biggie. He's just gonna need more exercise. I'll use a ribbon for a leash and take him for walks. And he'll have to lay off the cat treats."

Jolt: "Oh. Heh heh. About that."

He said sheepishly as he looked at the pallet of treats dropped off by my door. I couldn't help but laugh especially when Minty waddled over to Jolt and cuddled his leg purring softly. "Oh he was a treat junkie long before he met you Jolt." I said as I picked up my tubby Himalayan snuggled him before I began to make my way to the cafeteria. I met up with Fig and Graham who told me that this asshole named Galloway came when we were gone, and that he was trying to find a way to get N.E.S.T. shut down or something like that. Glad I wasn't here, otherwise I would have said something to him. As soon as we got to the cafeteria I knew that there was something wrong. The room smelled aweful. And I mean it smelled like hot, funky ass on a summer day. It just reeked!

"God! What is that?!" I groaned covering my nose as Graham and Fig walked into the room cringing at the smell. "That would be Brussel sprouts, broccoli, cauliflower, and non-seasoned grilled chicken with rice." Graham said as he grabbed a tray. The servers then dished him out a plate full of the afore mentioned foods and a bottle of water. I think I'm gonna hurl. Don't get me wrong, I like some vegetables, but not Brussel sprouts. Nobody likes those! I joined Fig, Graham and Epps at their table as they continued to stare at the slop on their plates. Epps whimpered as he tried to take a bite of the Brussel sprouts and chicken, barely choking it down around his gags. "What the hell happened to the food? Where's the meat? The potatoes? And the desert?" I asked. "Gone. All of it gone and banned." Epps moaned. "We kinda raided your stash while you were gone, and some of the new recruits got busted by the human CMO who then told Ratchet. And then he-" "Decided to change the base's eating habits." Graham said finishing what Fig was saying. "So, this is just until we clean up our acts. Surely he'll let us go back to the way things were?"

Epps: "Nope. He said that it was time that we start eating healthier, and that it was for our own good."

I couldn't help but be angry. Why was he being such a dick about this? "What happened to freedom being the right of all sentient beings?" I said angrily. The three of them stopped trying to eat their food and looked to me with wicked grins. "What? I was simply stating a fact. Not only that but I find it hilarious that this iteration of him feels so strongly about this where others don't." "Oh? What do you mean by that?" Asked Graham. I decided to explain everything that I had seen while on our little excursion. Before I knew it we had a crowd of people around our table listening intently and laughing at some of the tales I told them. Finally, I finished telling them about the terror twins iterations. And surprisingly enough, some of the bots had come to sit down and listen, both sets of twins included.

Sideswipe: "No. NO! It can't be true!"

Sunstreaker: "Fragging bonded. With four sparklings! That's horrible!"

Me: "Wow. That's the scariest thing for you two? Not even the fact that you were ponies in one universe or the fact that in most universes that your doppelgangers existed in, Sunstreaker didn't even exist? Amazing!"

They both looked to each other and gave each other a quick hug before getting up and walking towards the door. "By the way, know that I'm gonna get you back for trying to kill Minty!" I shouted as they walked out the door. Hmmm. How does one get someone back for something like that? After all I think it's time for me to get them, you know put the fear of God into them or something. I'll ask Jazz later, for now I need to grab myself something to eat that doesn't smell awful.

I was on my way back to my room I immediately stopped in my tracks when I saw Ratchet outside my door. His backdoors were open and he was loading all of my snacks into the back. Rather than confronting him I decided to find Will. Now usually I would say something to the person pissing me off, but something told me that this was not a battle that I would win one on one.(At least not out in the hall) I needed to get to someone with power. In my haste to find Will, I actually wound up following him to the cafeteria.

Me: "Will. Our stash has been compromised."

He turned to me slowly smiling eerily. Not cool. "I am sorry about that. But contraband is contraband for a reason." He said as we walked past Jolt. He gave me a wink telling me that he was lying, but still that look on his face was like super creepy! And to make matters worse the Medic of doom stormed through the doors just as we sat down and made a bee line for our table. Yay me. "Ms. Jackson. Are you aware of the base policy for junk food?" I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in sarcasm for that one. I really couldn't. "Hmmm. Something about eating it in moderation?" "I will not tolerate you mocking me, and I certainly will not allow you to consume such garbage any longer." He snarled. Mmm. Bared his teeth. He must be serious. "Last I checked, you are not my mother, father, or the boss of me. I think I can eat whatever the hell I want." I sniped back. Now there's a crowed growing to see my taking on the CMO. Oh joy, they must think that I'll randomly burst into flames for doing so. Guess again. "Ms. Jackson, it is my duty to protect sentient life by healing and caring for it. You fit into that category last I checked, ergo you are one of my patients and will do as I say." Most of the people are now cringing at the tone he took with me. Oh yeah, it has plenty of venom in it, but I survived an abusive uncle for eight years. He told me what I can and can't do. Ergo, I have a small problem with authority who fail to see the big picture I do. "No." The room gasped. Is this seriously that interesting? These guys need to get out more. "No?!" The sooner these guys learn that I professionally read people and that I egg people on to learn more about them, the faster they will learn how to win arguments against me. But alas, not today. Unfortunately for me, my lack of food had gotten to me, making my stomach growl loudly.

Ratchet smirked thinking he had won. "It seems to me that you need to refuel. Don't worry, I'll retrieve you the nutrients you require." He said smugly as he walked away. Never smug me, only I can be smug right now. "Hey Will, can I water-fall your water please?" I asked sweetly. Confused he handed me the bottle. I took out my secret weapon; protein pills. I bought some in the movie dimension before we left just as a precaution. I grew up in a bad neighborhood where my uncle sometimes didn't feed me for a few days. I started taking protein pills so I wouldn't starve. I can live off a diet of these, water, bread or rice for about three days. Don't judge me, everyone is on some sort of pill diet in L.A. It's what we do. Heck I even have some of the same pills stashed in my room.

"Here you are. All the nutrients required to grow a healthy happy young lady." He said as he set down the tray in front of me. It was heaped in vegetables where as the chicken and rice was greatly dwarfed. Okay now he's just being an ass. "Sorry not hungry." I said pushing the tray away from me smugly. The crowd "oooed" noting the challenge that I was throwing down. He glared back as he nudged the tray back at me. "Eat femme. You require nourishment." "I'm good thanks. As a matter of fact, I actually can't eat. I have work to do. Unless you want the soldiers here to go out there in less than adequate clothing?" I asked him innocently as I lowered my head and batted my eyelashes up at him. Yeah full bitch mode ENGAGED! He returned the gesture with a glare as he let steam out of his vents. Wonder when he'll call for back up? "Eat femme. That's an order."

Bitch please! I hoped he would say that. Now I get to make him look like an even bigger ass then he already is! I started checking my clothing all over, looking at myself in my silverware, until I finally asked Epps for his sunglasses. He handed them over laughing which only made Ratchet madder. "What are you doing?!" he hissed angrily. Wow, Minty may have competition. "Hmmm. Nope. You know what? I can't seem to find an Autobot insignia on me! Do any of you nice gentlemen see one on me?" I asked sweetly. Most of them chuckled and shook their heads while others shouted out "Nooo"'s with just the perfect hint of sarcasm. "Well, since I'm not an Autobot, nor am I a soldier belonging to the United States or any other countries affiliated here, I guess that means that I really don't have to listen to you, now does it?" I said sweetly as I got up from the table and sauntered off to the whistles and cheers of the soldiers. "Good night gentlemen!" I called as I rounded the corner and made the quick walk back to my room where I immediately locked the door and crawled into my pajamas. I checked the stash and laughed slightly. He only took the surface goods. You must be wondering how we were able to keep the frozen stuff well…frozen. Well my dear onlooker, it has everything to do with a false wall, one that has a hidden key code, as well as a voice recognition software programed with my, Will's, Epps', Mikaela's and Sam's voices. Each voice is supposed to say a certain key phrase, thus making it harder for a bot i.e. Ratchet to find it let alone get into it. After typing in my code and saying my phrase I was granted access to our secondary stash. We also kept some of the other goods in here too. No sense in losing all of the room temp goods in one sweep right? Needless to say, I enjoyed my bagel bites as I watched my source material before I finished one costume and started the other. Not much left to finish which is nice. I'll have to catch up with Jazz tomorrow, right now I was just too tired.

The next day came quickly. I went along with my morning routine, put on a super cute outfit, tied a strong ribbon to Minty's collar and began to walk him to the cafeteria. I won't try and avoid it, if I do then that will make Ratchet suspicious of me more. What I found startled me. Ratchet, Optimus, Will, Epps, and Jazz were all watching Leo, Sam and Mikaela eat. I had just turned around to leave when my name was called by Jazz. Before I could take the two steps out the door, Minty and I were scooped up and sat down in front of breakfast. It wasn't too bad. Toast with no butter, Oatmeal, a fruit bowl, a glass of milk and eggs. Looking up to my captors I didn't resist raising an eyebrow. "Ms. Jackson, you are not to leave the table until your meal is completed, per order of our CMO for having skipped last night's meal." Optimus said. I looked to Jazz and he shrugged helplessly. "Sorry Celeste. I can't help ya here. Ya gotta eat it all." He said. Fine with me. I quickly tore through my food, leaving the eggs and got up so I could continue my walk, that is until several throats cleared. "What? I ate breakfast, I'm going to continue my walk to undo the damage the twins did to Minty."

Jazz: "Is tha' why he's so fat? What happened?!"

Me: "The twins decided to tell Jolt that I was raising Minty for his pelt. He over fed him and gave him a plumping agent so that his pelt would get bigger. I don't do fur, only faux fur. And I would never hurt my kitty."

I cooed at him as I rubbed Minty behind his ears. "And besides I don't eat eggs. You know that." "The eggs are your protein, so I highly recommend that you consume them." "May I have something else Dr. Doom? I really have no problems with double fruit or toast, just not eggs." I said glaring at Ratchet. Man the mech just doesn't take no for an answer! "You are not allowed to leave the table until you eat your eggs." Ratchet replied sternly. Last I checked I'm 19 not six I don't have to follow that bullshit. I got up to leave only for him to grab me and sit me back down firmly. "Eat the protein Femme." He scolded. "No." I said as I got back up to leave, by now Sam, Leo and Mikaela were laughing at his attempts, as he yet again sat me down. Fine. He wants to be like that? Okay. I took a big bite of eggs gagging as they wiggled down my throat. I continued to calmly stuff my face, feeling my nausea rise up. I stopped eating as my gag reflex started to get wily, finally ending with me projectile vomiting all of my breakfast up and onto Ratchet. His legs and feet are now officially gross. I coughed a few times before my stomach decided to purge what was left of my stomach acid, again onto Ratchet, this time it hit his waist. I'm like that little girl in the exorcist movie, you know how she spews pea soup real far? I can get a good radius on a normal sick day, but when I eat eggs, God help you if you're in the splash zone.

"S…sorry. I don't e..eat eggs, cause they (urp) they make me sick." I groaned as I shuddered. Leo, Sam, and most of the other soldiers look horrified. Mikaela and Jazz looked stunned and were trying to hide their amusement, while Ratchet, and Optimus looked highly concerned. I picked Minty up from where he was hiding and I excused myself from the table so that I could go clean up again. Smiling to myself as I left. Serves them right. I warned them that I didn't eat eggs.

About three hours passed when I heard a knock at my door. Sure enough it was Leo, Sam, Mikaela, Bee and Jazz. They had brought me soup. "Thanks! Hey you can come in if you want, I'm not sick or anything." I said as I made way for them. After I warmed up my soup and added a butt-load of sriracha I sat down and looked at them. "Wuh?" I said amidst eating my noodles with chopsticks. I love a good bowl of miso soup. Chicken noodle is good too, and of course ramen noodles are a staple. I just enjoy adding sriracha because I love spicy food, and this soup needed some flavor.

Mikaela: "You are like the talk of the base right now."

Me: "Am I?"

Jazz: "Nobot has challenged the Hatchet like ya have an' won."

Bee: "Let alone living to tell the tale."

Me: "Guys, seriously? He's being an ass. I know he means well but he has to understand that he may not always know what's best for people. I just enjoy pissing him off. He makes it too easy and it's way too fun not to."

I said casually as I drank my broth. "I know what ya mean, an' I agree, but he also wanted ya brigged fo yo behavior last night."

Me: "Really Jazz? Sent to jail because I didn't want to eat my veggies? Now that's just petty."

I said as another knock came from the door. When I opened it, I was greeted with Prowl's holoform.

Prowl: "Good morning to you Ms. Jackson. I am here to tell your guardian that he and the scout are needed for battle. We are set to leave in a few breems."

Jazz: "A'righ'. Be there in a nano klick Prowler. C'mon Bee time to head out."

He said as he gave me a side hug on the way out the door. "You guys be careful!" I called after them. "Ms. Jackson, I'm going to need you to come with me." He said. Giving a knowing look to Mikaela I followed him out the door and got onto his offered hand. We walked past the main hanger with the bots and some of the soldiers who were getting ready to leave, and trying to be nice I called out a "Good luck! Be safe!" to them. Some acknowledged me with a thanks other simply laughed and shook their heads at me like they knew something I didn't. Finally, we arrived at a dark room with cells large enough to hold bots the size of Optimus, as well as little cells for humans. "Really? Why are you putting me in here?" I asked as he shut the door behind me. "Ratchet requested you remain in here for the duration of our absence on the charge of disrespecting and ignoring orders from a commanding officer. He will bring you meals that you are required to finish." He said as he strode out. Seriously? Ass holes! I didn't do anything wrong! Somebody has to understand what's going wrong here!

Knowing Prime, Prowl would be on the battlefield today, after all if he wasn't going to be, he wouldn't have left me alone. Only one person to call.

"Chirp chirp!"

Me: "Oh! Hey Replenish. I thought that I grabbed my phone."

I said to my little buddy. To my surprise he re-transformed into a phone and dialed Mikaela's number for me. How he got her number I'll never know, but it was nice to hear from her. Needless to say I now have a plan of revenge to enact when I get out of here. Where the hell do they get off putting me in here for six days for not eating my veggies and for annoying Ratchet?! Yeah they left me in the Brig for six days, and I know that the battle didn't last that long because Mikaela said that Bee her and Sam were going stateside for a few days to smuggle back some contraband. I don't even know how they got him on board, but it sure as hell pissed me off. All I had to eat in that time (By choice) was some bread, rice, oatmeal, plain non flavored yogurt (which tasted like sour cream), bitter broth, and some really nasty tofu. I supplemented my protein with my protein pills so that I wouldn't be a shaking mess. I know that I'm pissing Ratchet off and worrying Jazz beyond reason, but I'm trying to make a point. I can only imagine what the soldiers are eating and how they feel. Grown men treated like children. Pathetic. While I was in the brig I was either talking to Mikaela or playing solitary on Replenish, which is a lot more fun when the computer is actively trying to beat you. He was so sweet, he even downloaded the free version of angry birds. We were alternating in turns when Prowl returned to set me free.

I decided to walk back to my room by myself, and couldn't help but notice my weight loss in a mirror. I dropped at least five pounds, maybe more. For someone my size that probably isn't good. I'm probably underweight now. On my way past the mirror, I noticed the general vibe of the people here. For the first time since I've been here, everyone looks pissed off. Some soldiers glared at me as I passed while others argued with each other on the side quietly. Heck a few looked like they were deprived of blood. Wouldn't be surprised by the way they were shaking. Some's eyes looked hollow, others looked sunken in and sullen. Something is seriously wrong.

"Hey Epps!"

"What?!" He snarled back at me as he turned around. Now I know it sounds stupid but I couldn't stop my lower lip from quivering just a little bit. "Sorry, sorry. I'm just a little tired. Are you okay? You look like you lost weight." "I did. And I'm fine…but everyone else isn't." "That's cause we had a few too many accidents. We all lived but too many went to med bay."

He said as we walked to my room. I couldn't help but notice the people trembling as they walked past. I think I know what's wrong. And I think I have a legitimate argument against Ratchet. His aft is going down!

A/N: This chapter was brought to you from my inner fat girl, who is enjoying her Oreo cookie shake and French fries. *Ratchet walks by, stops and takes away food.* Hey! I earned that! I did five and a half miles on the bike today!

Ratchet: "As my author, even you are not allowed to consume such garbage!"

O.O No one is safe! Those with devious minds (you know who you are!) What should Celeste do to get back at Ratchet and the twins? Suggestion will be used and credit will be given! I hope you like the chapter! Please follow, favorite and review!

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