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Jazz's pov

Do I blame Celeste for being angry with us? Naw, she has the right to be pissed at us for what we did, but at the same time, she's getting a little too big for her britches as you humans say. The bumper sticker thing was one thing, it was pretty funny, but the painting of Ratchet was a bit too far. Hopefully she got it all out of her system.

Jolt: "Hey Jazz, steer clear of Ratchet today. Somebody stole all of his wrenches and made a statue out of them."

Me: "They did what?"

I asked. He showed me the scene on the monitor. In the main hall way between the rec room and the main hanger, there stood a pretty accurate statue of our medic, bellow him stood several mini statues of humans eating what appeared to be celery. I knew she was going to do this, and I have to admit, my charge has some pretty good talent. I got up from my chair sighing. My shift was over anyway. Better go check it out before it gets taken down and dismantled.

Traveling up the hall, I didn't see any more signs of pranks, or any trouble, but I did see plenty of people laughing. But most had this look of hysterical laughter on their face, you know, tears streaming down their cheeks. Once I got to the statue I couldn't help but laugh. It had flashing blue eyes, and it was singing.

Statue: "There's a certain hellish realm, reserved for everyone who yells they need the medic! Every evening that I sleep, while I'm busy counting sheep, they all bleat MEDIC! When I'm eating When I'm reading, or excreting on the John, there's no hiding from the screaming in my mind!"

I…don't know what to say…it's song sounds kind of like Ratchet's reasons for not wanting to fix a bot. It's hilarious!

Statue: "The only real solution's absolutely HOMOSCIDE!" 'MEDIC!' "Oh. Speak of the devil. All the wounds I've- "

Epps: "Hey Jazz man! C'mere!"

He called. Leaving the still singing statue, I followed him and noticed that he was laughing himself. He lead me to the main hanger, where there was a large fenced in area, and inside sat Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. Sunstreaker was curled up in a corner, where as Sideswipe happily batted at a large ball of wires, his fluffy tail high in the air.

Epps: "AETA…Autobots for the ethical treatment of animals."

He chuckled. I couldn't help but snicker at the collar he was wearing. It was silver and a little heart charm that dangled from it read Mittens. Celeste must have done this one too. Speak of the devil…

Celeste: "Awwww! They're sooo cute!"

She cooed as she stroked Minty. Minty looked up at her as if to say "Please, I'm cuter than them!" before he turned back to them, slowly arching his back and hissing at them. Giving into temptation, I rubbed Sideswipe behind his new audios. He purred and leaned into me mewing happily.

Me: "Celeste, how'd ya do it?"

Celeste: "Jazz are you insinuating that I- "

Me: "Yes. Do ya know how dangerous what ya did is?"

Celeste: "Mmmm, kinda. But don't worry, I welded in clean lines, and used super glue with their tails."

Me: "Wait, ya admit to doin' this?!"

Celeste: "Well, yeah. They nearly killed Minty with the poor advice that they gave Jolt. I'm not gonna take that laying down."

She said angrily. She glared at the twins for a moment before she glared up at me and sighed. She stalked over to the mechs and whistled lightly to draw their attention. Sunstreaker stirred from his cat nap (pun intended) and hissed angrily at her. Glaring at the both of them, she snapped her fingers. The twins shook their helms lightly before they glared at her.

S.S: "MEOW! MRRRROOOOOWRRRRRR! GRRR!"

Celeste: "I'm sorry, I don't speak feline."

She snickered. The twins must have re-set their vocal components because their glare intensified as they began to speak again.

Sides: "Bout time you did that fleshy!"

Sunny: "Now fragging change us back!"

Celeste: "No. I don't have to do anything for you two! Do you realize what you almost did to Minty?! You nearly killed him!"

Sides: "You mean Jolt nearly killed the little runt! We had nothing to do with it!"

Me: "Bull-slag! I looked through the footage. I know ya'll tried to offline him!"

Sunny: "He was screeching! We thought that it was malfunctioning. We only tried to take him to Ratchet for repairs!"

I looked at them, usually when they lie I can tell. But both surprisingly had a look of genuine concern.

Celeste: "Oh suuuuure! You just don't want to get in trouble!"

Sides: "And you're refusing to remember what you called Ratchet and Prime on the other day! We believe that freedom is the right of all sentient beings. That includes your kitten. Killing him would get us in trouble yeah, and we'd have to deal with the knowledge that we offlined something helpless like a ruthless Con' for the rest of our lives!"

Sunny: "We may not like humans too much, but we aren't spark-less."

He snarled at her. Looking to Celeste I could tell that she did feel bad for what she had done. There was a look of remorse on her face, but also a calculating look in her eyes. She was curious about them.

Celeste: "You're right. I might have gone a little too far with this one. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm sorry."

She said ducking her head slightly. The twins seemed taken aback by this, pit I'm surprised that she apologized. Even more surprising she offered to change them back. Just what is she up to?

A few hours later, after she fixed the twins, she pulled Mikaela into her room, a few minutes later they both left laughing grinning widely as they saw me.

"What? Ya'll are up to somethin'."

Celeste: "Woooow. I can't laugh coming out of my room with a friend?"

"Ya can, but ya've been prankin' all week I'm a bit suspicious o' ya both."

"If you wanted to know what we were doing all you had to do was ask." Mikaela said sweetly. I know from experience that, that tone of voice means false innocence. "If you're gonna go to comic con with me, and you expect to blend in, you're gonna need a costume. I'm helping Sam, Mikaela, and Leo with theirs. Bee told me that he was fine." She said happily. "Why do I need a costume? I can change my holoform at will ya know."

"Fine. Go ahead and ruin the spirit of the festivities! Never mind that I already started to make you one."

She said looking away quickly but looking back at me with only her eyes. "Ya made me a costume? What is it? Can I see it? Please?" "I dunno if I wanna show it to you now. You've wounded my honor." She said slowly turning around. I couldn't resist swooping her and Mikaela up and parading them back to her quarters. After the laughter subsided she let me in, and she let me see this very…interesting set of clothes.

There was a black shirt with a golden emblem…almost kind of like a lightning strike in a circle and a long hanging coat that was both black and purple with gold accents. Combined with some black pants and a gold utility belt of some sorts and a white mask…it looked interesting. "What is it? What am I sposed to be?" "Only the most underrated superhero of all! And my favorite. Static Shock."

She said happily. I have no clue who that is…maybe if I google the dude…oh wow. He aint that bad! He has electrical powers; he can fly…pit! He even fragging teamed up with Batman, Superman, and the fragging Justice League! The dude looks like he has some serious style!

Me: "Holy slag. That is seriously awesome! Why'd ya pick him?"

Celeste: "Meh, your personalities match pretty well. And plus I just kinda felt that you'd like him."

Me: "Frag yeah I like 'im! Wish I could see him in action though."

Celeste: "Ask, and you shall receive!"

She said holding up several dvd's. She smiled as she explained that she enjoyed the show so much, that she bought it on dvd. Since the rest of my day is free, and after Mikaela ran off to hang with Sam, we decided to go to the rec room so that I could learn more about my character. Minty stayed behind, but Replenish was hyped. Once we got to the rec room, all of the street sparklings trotted over to Celeste who smiled and petted their helms making them elicit a soft keening noise. Once she mentioned that we were going to be watching movies, they immediately moved us to the couch area, and helped provide snacks as they themselves watched with us. Celeste ran back to her room a second and returned with a large box of bagel bites. The little microwave con (Mi-cron as everyone calls him) happily cooked them for her. She made sure everyone had at least one before she started the show.

"Hey…what's 'Plenish got on his face?"

"Oh. Just his favorite Static Shock mask. I had to watch the show as source material, and he got really into it. So he took a scrap of the white cloth I was using and made a mask." She said as we watched the tiny mech chow down on his bagel bite. Apparently, he's quite fond of them. Celeste told me that they were his favorite snack.

After a few hours, we finished the show. I really think that they ended it too soon. I mean seriously, couldn't we at least see if he graduated from high school first? And what about the bad guys? They could come back at any moment!

Celeste: "Jazz? You okay buddy?"

Me: "That show was awesome! Why didn' they keep it goin'?! What bout the bad guys…an' will they join the Justice League after this?"

Celeste: "Unfortunately no. This is where the show ends for him. I guess there were more important things to produce."

She shrugged. Not fair. Dude was a bad aft, he was smart, and he took down his enemies with style. His catch phrases weren't half bad either. "You know Jazz, he may not have a show anymore, but he does have a comic book series." She said as she put in another movie. "They might be selling a few copies at the convention." She said innocently as she sat back down next to me. "Al'righ. I'll look. Whatcha watchin' now?"

Celeste: "The Incredibles. It's a movie about super heroes."

She said as the movie started. It was pretty self-explanatory. The main guy had to go into hiding because the humans kept getting mad at him for saving them. Though he did cause some injuries, I don't think that it was fair for them to be made to hide. They were only trying to help the world.

Celeste: "Sound familiar?"

Me: "What?"

She smiled.

Celeste: "Don't "what?" me. You guys save the world at least once on a weekly basis and you have to hide. And for what? So the world doesn't freak out?"

Me: "Well, yeah actually. Ya handled knowing that we exist better than mos' new recruits do when they first meet us. An' they're briefed on us before we meet 'em."

Celeste: "Huh. I suppose if the whole world knew the truth, then there might be some ugly backlash. Wouldn't want that, cause then you guys would have a huge following."

Me: "More like ya'll would try to drive us from the planet at any cost."

Celeste: "Mmm. I dunno. I think that you'd probably have a decent cult following. You know? Toy companies would love you, cartoon people too. You'd be booked for talk shows, and book tours, and press conferences…huh. Maybe you're right. It wouldn't be good for that to happen."

Me: "I dunno. I could get used to havin' a club of fan girls wantin to wait on me servo and peede all the time."

Celeste: "Yeah, but you wouldn't get any privacy. Let alone the fame would get to some bot's heads. And then...well…"

Me: "What?"

Celeste: "Well…we wouldn't be able to hang out together anymore. You guys would be too busy to hang out with us, and with all of the endorsements and fame you'd get…you probably would have friends you'd rather hang with."

She said sadly. She actually looks worried, like she thinks that it would actually happen. "Neva gonna happen. Even if we did get famous, I'd neva leave ya behind. Yer my buddy."

Oh how those three words hurt me so. But it got her to smile all the same so I guess that its fine. "We could always go to the dimension where all of this is just a movie. I'm sure they'd love you Jazz." She said with a giggle as we watched the movie. About halfway through I noticed something. The hero's had a personal designer, and she reminded me of Celeste a whole lot. "Edna mode. And guest." She said along with the movie while laughing.

Celeste: "You know; some say that she was designed after another really famous designer. Her name was Edith Head."

Me: "Really?"

Celeste: "Oh yeah. She designed for all the greats, Bing Crosby, May West, Audrey Hepburn, Elizabeth Taylor… she was pretty cool."

Me: "You sound like ya wanna be like her."

"I do. She was just so awesome. All of her designs were loved, she had people making knock offs of her costumes. I only hope that I could ever be that great."

She said hopefully. "Well, I think yer great. Who else could make a knitted fifteen-foot blanket customized to my likin'?" She laughed at that one as she leaned into me a little more. After we finished the movie we went to the cafeteria for an early dinner. I watched as she sat down with a tray of food and stared at me curiously. "What?" "What are you drinking? And why is it so…purple?"

Me: "This is energon. It's our life blood or energy."

Celeste: "Wait! You guys drink your own blood?!"

Me: "No! We don' drink our own blood! We don exactly bleed really…but even if we did it doesn't look like this."

Celeste: "You just said that stuff is your life blood!"

Me: "Lemme rephrase that; It is what we consume for fuel, and what we convert into energy that keeps us going. Energon, when converted to what runs through us turns blue, what I'm drinkin' isn't blood. Its fuel."

Celeste: "So…what you're saying is, that you are getting your energy from what you drink…that helps to keep you running. It also turns into your blood at some point."

Me: "Yeah. Better?"

Celeste: "Kinda. You do know that I wouldn't judge you if you drank blood right? So long as it didn't come from a living thing that I knew of."

Me: "Fair nough. Now…what prank are ya pullin' tonight?"

She pretended to look alarmed before she looked around the room to make sure that no one heard what I said. "I have no idea what you are talking about Jazz." "Awe c'mon! I wanna help! Please?" I begged as I pulled the lower lip big optic trick. Works on most people, and after all, who do you think taught Bee how to do it to get out of trouble?

She shook her head and stared at her food. Slowly devouring it. "Jazz. That look won't work on me." "Then why aint ya lookin' at me?" "Because this salad is really interesting." She lied. I started up my holoform program, and made the same face, but this time, much closer to hers. "Plllleeeeeeeaaaaassssseee? Pretty pretty please? With high grade on top?" She looked at me and then continued to stare at her food as she stuffed her cheeks with it. "Jazz. I don't know what high grade is, and if it's like energon, then I don't think I can have any. So no…" "Pretty please? With Nutella and chocolate sprinkles on top? (Whimper) Please?" I begged. Her resolve is crumbling. "Resolve…damn it don't you leave me now!" "Please?"

Celeste: "Damn! Damn! Damn! DAMN! FINE!"

She hissed as I fist pumped. She smirked as she leaned in, a wicked glint in her eyes. Why do I feel like I just begged Unicron to let me into the pit to do his devious deeds?

Six hours later

"Do I have'ta drink it too?" "You wanted to help me, you don't want to get in trouble, you do the math." She hissed as she opened the top of the energon machine. Jazz, my mech…this is truly devious. I am about to taint the base's last supply of energon. I already got into the machine in Prime's quarters, and Celeste got into the Medbay's machine and shoveled in a few too many pounds of raw energon crystals. Ratchet makes our supply using a standard energy converting machine, and let me say that he'd be pissed to know that we were the ones who did this. But never the less I poured in a hefty amount before I dropped Celeste off at her quarters before heading to mine to erase the file from the camera feed. This is a prank that might literally backfire on her. When a Cybertronian consumes raw energon, it gunk's up our systems, and well…it makes us express exhaust in new and creative ways. Why else would I pull this prank with her, other than to get her back for all the pranks she's pulled thus far?

The next morning, I woke up to a rather foul smell and some curses amidst loud grossed out laughter. Walking to the rec room, I could hear cooling fans as I entered to find Bee looking around frantically. I grabbed a cube for myself knowing just what would happen if I drank it as I took a gulp. Bee turned around to see me mid swig and he smacked the cube out of my servo warbling in dismay.

Me: "Uh, Bee? The frag is wrong with ya?"

Bee: "The…hrph…energon! Its…hmmph! It's been…been- "

BRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

The room groaned and laughed at him as they covered their noses and walked away hastily. I couldn't blame them. It fragging reeks in here! My tanks are beginning to churn from both the smell, and from the tainted drink. Just when Bee thought that things couldn't get any worse Ironhide walked in and took a few cubes for himself and Chromia. He was smiling, so I'm guessing that he got some action last night, especially since he didn't notice Bee and I trying to keep him from drinking two of the four cubes. We turned when we heard a groan to see Prime gently knocking on the door to his and Elita's quarters. Before we could take two steps towards him…

FWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

{"Ugh. No wonder he was kicked out."}

Bee muttered over the private com. link as a grey cloud billowed out from Prime's aft. With another groan Prime let his him gently smack the door as he rested it upon it.

{Prime: "All Autobots with upset tanks, report to Medbay for diagnostics by Ratchet and Jolt."}

{Ratchet: "Don't do that. The Medbay- "}

{Jolt: "Somebody put un-refined crystals in the machine in here too. We both- "}

{Ratchet: "Prime, I want whoever did this caught and thrown in the brig. No. Wait. I want them handed over to me for proper punishment!"}

He roared over the loud muffler bombs in the background. Everybot must have had a little of the tainted batch because a slow grey fog is beginning to hang in the air over my helm. I am so fragged if they find out.

{Prowl: "Jazz. My office. Now."}

Aw, slag. Hope the brig is warm for me. I made the three-minute walk to Prowls office grimacing the whole time. I can't hold them in anymore, but…if I let out exhaust in Prowl's office…

Prowl: "Jazz- "

BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

Me: "Aw, slag. Sorry Prowler. I can't hold 'em."

Prowl: "Jazz, why did you aid your charge in tainting the base's energon supply?"

Me: "I didn'. And I don' think she did either."

Prowl: "Jazz, I am not stupid. You helped her with the welder the other day. And only officers know the codes to get into the Medbay, and Optimus' personal quarters."

Me: "Hate to break it to ya, but how many times have either set o' the twins hacked the same two doors?"

He sighed deeply. I have no other alibi other than Celeste and I hanging out and talking bout the con that's happening tomorrow. And since she's under suspicion it's not like I can use it. Prowl stood up and winced as a loud muffler fluff came from his rear.

Me: "Frag! That stinks Prowl!"

Prowl: "Perhaps you will remember that the next time you decide to help your charge taint the base's energon supply."

He scolded as we walked out of his office. The air is definitely getting thicker, and fewer humans are walking around. Prime insists that we all move outside so as not to further damage the buildings and the air quality for the humans. While we're out, Ratchet is supposed to help get rid of the tainted energon in our systems. Speaking of humans Celeste decided to emerge from her room, smiling from ear to ear, and snickering as Skids passed her letting loose a muffler bomb as he went. She must have followed me to the exit.

Me: "This stench aint botherin' ya?"

Celeste: "Uhhh nooo. Lived in L.A. remember? Smog and I get along great. It's actually kinda comforting really, the oceanic brine combined with the smog. Ahhh! Just like home!"

Me: "Yer kinda sick ya know that?"

Celeste: "That's what they tell me!"

She giggled as she quite literally skipped outside. Man! My plan backfired…literally! How was I supposed to know that she wasn't grossed out by this kind of stuff? I'm gonna have to get her back some other way.

Celeste skipped over to where Will was standing, trying to keep a straight face as Epps clutched his stomach laughing. He was standing next to Graham and Fig who were snickering alongside Sam, Mikaela, and Leo at Bumblebee.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

"Oh gross!" Sideswipe whined as he fanned his olfactory sensors. "It's not like you fragging have rose scented air coming out of your aft Sides!" Sunstreaker snarled at his twin. "Frag that is ripe! Yo bro, what crawled up yo aft an' died?!" Skids said to Mudflap. "Ya smell worse den me! You fraggin' reek!" His twin spat back. With every step we took, most bots erupted in backfires. Even the femmes who were scowling at everyone.

Well, almost all of the femmes. Arcee, seemed like the only one not affected by the energon. Which is lucky for her, since Ratchet's cure involves a large needle and at least 24 hours of letting our systems reset. Goody.

As it is, we have to stay outside for the majority of the day, to let the buildings air out. I don't know how I'm going to get Celestial back but I definitely have to think of something soon. Before this turns into an all-out prank war. Though I'd have to say that we'd win. That much I know for certain.

Speaking of said femme, she seems to be thinking hard about something. Though I'm not entirely sure what it is.

"Jazz, I'm trying to think of the last elements of my costume. I'm pretty sure that its complete I just want to make sure that the details are right."

"Get outta my helm!"

"Stop being so easy to read and I'll leave your twisted helm alone."

"My helm aint twisted! What bout everyone else's costumes? Are they done?"

"Yeah. I just have to get them to stay still for the makeup portion. God knows that will take hours! You guys gonna be okay hanging outside until tomorrow?"

She asked, eyes full of concern. "We'll be okay. We've traveled through space and through dimensions. We've experienced worse is my point." I said as another round of loud, fragrant, air assaulted my olfactory sensors.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH! NOT THE NEEDLE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Bee and a few mechs behind me screamed as they began to run away from Ratchet and the others.

"See? Things like this make me glad that I'm a human. I have no need to be chased by a psychotic CMO and a needle… or by any other mech for that matter." She muttered as Ironhide drug Bumblebee back squealing and clicking for mercy. While Ratchet held Bee down, Jolt administered the cure to the Chevy twins leaving the Lambo twins at large. Once Ratchet was done with Bee, he Prowl, Prime, and Hide stormed off in search of the twins.

"Ready Jazz?" Jolt asked me as he held up the large needle. "Go 'head an stick me." I said, right before he jabbed me in one of my neck cables. My charge winced and took a step back with a soft scream.

"And here is the reason why I will never go to the Medbay if I'm sick." She mumbled as she sat down and began to draw. We both looked up and over to the left air field and watched as the twins drove frantically away from their antagonizes only for Prime to catch up to them and create a containment unit around them and a wall. We both looked away as the pained screams flew out over the island.

The next day early morning

I hadn't seen Celestial since we ground bridged to the base in New Jersey last night. Since ours was so contaminated, and with the only exception to that contamination being Wheeljack's lab, we would actually have to stay here for a while. And the minute that we got on base, she and the others went to their rooms and fell asleep. We have to be at the convention center before 11:30 so that she can find the correct panel. It's 9:30 now, and I'm beginning to wonder where she is. She usually is getting breakfast by now.

Prime: "Jazz. May I have a word?"

"What's up Prime?"

"Are you aware that your charge has been behind the recent pranks on base?"

"Uh…why would ya think that?"

"You paused. And the twins claim to have been hypnotized by her. Jazz I know that you don't want to harm her, but the pranks need to stop."

"C'mon Prime. We deserved most o' it seeing that we left her in the brig fo so long. And specially since we- "

"Jazz."

"Al'righ, al'righ. But how do I punish her?"

"Perhaps removing her sources of entertainment. I believe that Sam once called it being grounded."

"Fine. But only when we get back to our normal base."

I said watching his optic ridges shoot up in surprise. Turning around I saw Celeste walking towards us. "We didn't do anything to her hair this time! We swear!" Sunny and Sides said in unison. Her hair was stark silvery white. As a matter of fact, she even looked paler then normal. To make matters worse…her optics are completely white!

"HOLY SLAG! FRAG! CELESTIAL! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR OPTICS?!"

"Jazz? Buddy? I don't have optics. Never have."

"Don't move! There's something wrong with you! RATCHET! FRAG IT! RATCHET! MEDIC!"

"What the slag are you going on about Jazz? FRAG! Celestial! PRIMUS FRAG IT! My scans show there is nothing wrong but I can see she's blind! Child, fear not! We will get you to the Medbay. I might not be able to save your optics but I will keep the virus from spreading and offlining you!"

He shouted as I picked her up. "WHAT?! WHOA WHOA WHOA! NO! JAZZ! PUT ME DOWN! I'M FINE!" "Don't listen to her! The virus might be affecting her processing."

"It most certainly is not! I don't have a virus! Seriously! OW! Would you knock it off?! Your hurting me!" She yelped. Had I squeezed her? Slag! She must be more fragile in her weakened state!

"Jazz, thank you for loosening your grip. Please, stop panicking. I know what's wrong with me, and I can explain, but you have to put me down."

"Buh, Ratchet said- "

"Jazz, I promise not to run away. Just put me down and give me two minutes to explain. You're begging to scare me."

She said. She must really be worried because I haven't heard that tone of voice since she told Mikaela and me about her uncle. Slowly I put her down, and watched as she slowly walked into the restroom nearby. A few seconds longer she walked back out with some wet paper towels and a dry one. She wiped at her face with the wet one, removing a fine silvery white powder.

"Make up?"

"Uh huh. Now, nobody touch me as I do this. It's a very delicate procedure, and I really like seeing out of my eye. I'm letting ya'll in on a little known trade secret about us humans."

She said calmly as she opened her left eye wide and tilted her head back. "Aw gross! Nasty! The pit is wrong with you femme?!" The mechs around me shouted as she slowly pinched her eye and pulled her hand back blinking rapidly. Her left eye is brown again!

"This, my fellow scaredy mechs, is a contact lense. For some they improve eye sight, for others like me, they allow us to change our optical appearance. No it is not harmful to my eyes so long as I take care of them, I can even sleep in them. So long as I touch them with clean dry hands, and so long as I clean them regularly no problems arise."

Prime: "Our apologies for over reacting to your appearance."

Celeste: "Don't sweat it. I should have thought about how you guys would react. (Snicker) My only regret now is that the panic attack wasn't caught on camera! Ha, oh, oh wait, it is!"

She giggled madly as we all looked at the soldiers and the many cameras they were holding. Not to forget that we're on the base's camera footage. Aw slag. There goes our rep. After she calmed down she put the contact back in her eye and grinned.

"I am so looking forward to spending Halloween with ya'll. The scares will be hilarious!"

"That was so not funny Celeste!"

"Oh yeah it was Mr. jumpy le freak out! Master saboteur, battle hardened warriors and medics…hee hee! Freaking out…haha…over…over a pair of white out contact lenses! What happened to 'We've had worse.'? The things ya'll have seen couldn't prepare you for contact lenses! I'm sorry, but it's just so funny!"

She howled with laughter before falling on her aft.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Speaking of howling…Sam was sprinting up the hall, with Ironhide chasing him. He was wearing a grey hoodie and some jeans that looked torn up and bloody. Bee was clicking mournfully as he chased after Hide holding Mikaela away so she couldn't see Sam.

Celeste sighed as she caught Sam by his hood and held on so that he couldn't run away.

Hide: "Step away from Samuel. He is contagious!"

Celeste: "No he's not."

Before she could stop him, Ratchet lifted Sam up and quickly cut away his hoodie revealing-

Ratchet: "HOLY SLAG! PRIMUS FRAG IT! YOUR FLESH IS MELTING OFF!"

Sam's skin was scabbing over on his hands, while red infected flesh slightly oozing yellow pus covered half his face and part of both arms. His eyes were clouded over too. On his stomach under the ripped portion of his shirt sat a gnarly purple and maroon bite mark, almost as if someone had bitten him and ripped away a chunk. Blue, spidery veins crept out from the bite.

Hide: "He must be offlined before he spreads the virus offlining the others!"

He said as he warmed up his cannons, and while the twins drew their blades. Ratchet pulled out a large syringe and a vial.

"This will cause him no harm, and perhaps if he were put into stasis his condition could better."

Celeste: "OI! What did we just talk about not three minutes ago?!"

We all looked down at her as she glared angrily up at us. "Put him down. Now please." She bit out.

Hide: "N- "

Celeste: "Ah! I can prove there is nothing wrong with him, aside from the PTSD ya'll just gave him. Now, please, put him down so I can explain."

Ratchet hesitantly put Sam back down. Celestial quickly walked towards him and sighed. "Sorry about this Sam. You'll have to sit still for another half hour." She said as she ripped the bite mark off his stomach.

Sam: "GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH HA HAAAAAAAAAAA! FRAG IT ALL! THATREALLY FUCKING HURT!"

He screamed. "Samuel? Are you? I am afraid I do not understand."

Sam: "Ohhh. That really hurt!"

Celeste: "I'm sorry, did you want me to leave you here with the executioners while I went back to my room to get the removal solvent? No?"

She said smirking as she held up the blob of skin and waving it around. Sam snatched it back before playfully smacking her with it. "God am I glad you didn't! This will make for some hilarious home movies."

Prime raised an optic ridge out of curiosity at him and Sam smiled.

Sam: "Aside from the unexpected hair removal from my stomach, I'm fine. It's all just make up."

He said grinning as Prime rubbed his optics.

Celeste: "Sorry for frightening you guys. Its silicone, or rubber. I poured it this morning myself. He's a zombie."

Prime: "Your guises are very, very convincing."

Celeste: "Thank you. I've had some great practice. And I'm really sorry for not telling you first. I just wanted it to be a surprise."

She said with a small smile.

Me: "Well…ya definitely surprised us."

I laughed as she drug Sam back towards her quarters, Bee and Mikaela following behind them. After another hour, they returned in full costume. The soldiers stared heavily at Celestial who was wearing black thigh high boots, a black leotard, a strange cape that connected to her leotard, and a black head piece to match. A few went so far as to cat call her and whistle after her, this didn't last long since most of us bots glared disapprovingly at them.

I had gotten into my costume a few breems ago, and now that I stood before her she smirked at me. "Impressive. You clean up nice Jazz." She giggled as I raised an eyebrow. Looking back at Sam, I could definitely tell that he was supposed to be frightening, but I couldn't figure out who Mikaela and Leo are supposed to be. "Katniss Everdeen from The Hunger Games, and Deadpool. Believe me I think that they fit the bill well." She said reading my mind. "I gotta find a way to keep ya outta my processor."

I said shaking my head as she stepped into my alt calling to the rest of the bots. "See you guys after we get back from the con'!"

Ironhide perked up for a moment battle protocols ready for a fight. "Wrong kind of con' Ironhide. I mean comic con, or rather comic convention. Be back later!" She cheered as we began to drive out of base. It didn't take too long to get to the convention. Especially since Celeste gave us special parking passes that allowed us to get inside the parking garage and through traffic way faster. Once we got inside we were lead through the backstage areas and eventually into a huge ballroom filled with chairs already being filled with eager people by the staff of the event. Once some of the people saw Celeste they began to gasp and cheer for her. She smiled back and waved.

"I didn' know that ya were famous."

"Meh, I'm not too too famous Jazz. Maybe my site is just being recognized by more people now. Oh, they're doing calls! I better get going or this event will never start." She said as she dashed off to behind the stage.

More and more people began to fill the room talking excitedly about this and that, Bee meanwhile looked at everyone surprised to see how many where in costume. He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment before he disappeared in the crowd. When he returned, I noticed that he was wearing an orange t-shirt that read Camp Half Blood on it, as well as a beaded necklace. Strapped to his waist was a plastic sword and on his left eye sat a pale white scar. "Hide would be proud o' ya for sportin' his scar." I said as I got up. "I dunno. I think he'd be mad. Where you off to?" "Gotta make sure my charge is safe." I said as I disappeared behind the stage. Now I know what you're thinking; stop being so lovesick and over-protective! But I can't help but be worried about her, especially after what she said about how her uncle's friends used to treat her. I saw the look in those soldier's eyes. I don't trust some of these humans as far as I can throw them. And I can throw things pretty fragging far.

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING BACK HERE!?"

"Uh…I- "

"Costume contest contestants are supposed to be over here. And here. You dropped your number."

"But I- "

I stopped seeing Celestial peek out from behind the curtain as loud boisterous music began to play out front. The crowed grew louder with excitement before they quieted down when the mc walked out. One by one I saw others like Celeste walk out onto the stage, until she was the only one left. "Places people!" Some guy behind me shouted as the mc began to introduce my charge.

"And our final judge is someone on the fast track to fame through her fabulous costume work! She has been in business for less than two years and yet she already has a cult following! From all the way from Los Angeles California, Ms. SoCal herself, JAZMINE JACKSON!"

He sang as she strode out onto the stage, radiating happiness and confidence. "JAZZY! JAZZY! JAZZY! JAZZY! JAZZY!" The whole crowd is chanting her name! Not that famous my aft!

A/N: I'M ALIVE! XD I am so sorry for not posting for a month! School got out of hand and due to a new plot bunny, my writers block smacked back into me hard! But this a long chapter to say sorry. Also, the pranks again came from Jazzilynn Hall, and I drew inspiration from the fic Life's a Gas. Check it out if you wanna laugh! I do not own the song that the statue of Ratchet sings. Look up Team Fortress 2 Medic Parody song by Random Encounters. They have some funny vids! Maybe can we see if we can get 4 reviews for the chapter? As usual, Please follow, favorite and review!

CLYL!