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Celeste's pov
Did I mention how much I hate being sick? I hate it. A lot. Why? Because it rarely happens, and I mean that it barely happens once every few years. The last time I was sick I was living in Nevada! Another reason I hate being sick, among the many other reasons, is the fact that apparently, when I'm feverish, or just generally out of it, I say…things. Weird things, both caused by the fever and not. When I get sick, it's almost like someone gives me a needle full of truth serum, which means that I accidentally divulge personal secrets. It's bad, 'nough said.
So here I am waking up with an awful headache and swimming vision to…
"Jazz?"
"Hey, yer 'wake. How ya feelin'?"
"Like four-year-old shit. What even happened?"
"Ya got a nasty new virus from one 'o the soldiers."
"Pit…" I mumbled as I took in his small smile. His warm small smile. God I love that smile, it's so fucking sincere. Now to give you some context…yes, I have liked Jazz since I met him. It's hard not to, honestly. The reason I haven't said anything is because, well let's be honest…he's older than me by a lot, he's not of my species (not that it matters to me…) and of course, he's out of my league (he is a commanding officer after all). He probably doesn't even see me like that. I mean he's a highly advanced alien being, and a metallic one at that. A relationship with an organic like what I want is probably taboo, and he probably thinks its gross, not to forget to mention that it wouldn't last for long. He'd outlive me or something, and he can have any femme he wants. I mean if you ever get the chance, seriously look at his body. He is fine! I wouldn't be surprised if he was a player or something or if he already had someone he really liked. I just wish it were me.
"Ya think ya can eat somethin' an' keep it down?"
"How long have I been outta it?"
"Hmm. Bout two days. Ya weren' sleepin' the whole time but ya weren' yerself either. Couldn't get ya to keep food down…an' ya kept sayin' ya wanted to sleep with me."
Oh sweet Jesus no.
"It was strange, but then again, Ratch an' Jolt said that ya were delusional, so I won' hold it 'gainst ya." He chuckled as he handed me a huge bowl. "Is this Pho? With Sriracha?"
"Yeah, everyone says push fluids, an' I know ya like soup so I went out an' got ya some."
"Thank you. That is totally sweet of you!" I said with a wheeze. Even though I haven't eaten in days I feel like I've eaten a tire, and like I tried to eat a weed whacker while it was turned on to maximum whacking mode.
"Ah, ah, ah! Doc says not to strain yo voice. An' that ya aint leavin' this room till he deems ya healthy!"
"Kay." I whispered as I took a bite of noodles. FIRE IN THE HOLE! "Holy god…Jazz how…how much Sriracha did you put in this?"
"I didn' know how much to put…is it too spicy?"
"No. You know me well. This is perfect!" I whispered as I sipped the fiery broth. I love spicy food! Capsaicin is one of my best friends when it comes to eating. I add hot sauce or Sriracha or peppers into nearly everything I eat. I love them! Chipotle's spicy red sauce is the best! You can literally put that stuff on anything and it tastes good! Tacos, sandwiches, ranch or sour cream for dipping sauces, chicken, French fries, guacamole…sorry got off track there.
"Well I'm glad that ya like it." He said happily as he rubbed my head. That was soothing. I like that. I pointed at my sketch pad only to pout when he shook his head. "Sorry, but no can do. Prowl moved up yo punishment. For the next three days, ya ain' aloud to work, or do anythin' fun. Sorry."
Aww really?! C'mon! "By order 'o Ratchet, yer to get rest an' fluids."
"Ja-az! What'm I sposed to do outside of that? I can't sleep all day!"
"Don' strain yo voice! An' I dunno."
I couldn't stop the pout that came to my face. It's not fair! It's not enough that I'm sick but now I have to be confined to my room with nothing to do?! This is bullshit!
"D'aww! Don' pout! The time'll go by fast I promise!"
"Easy for you to say, you can do what you want."
"Ah, don' be like that Celeste! C'mon cheer up!"
"I Don' wanna."
"So. Yer gonna act like a lil' sparklin' bout this?"
"Maybe."
"Then ya leave me no choice. If ya gonna act like a sparklin', then maybe I should treat ya like one."
He said playfully as he grabbed a bottle of pills and a glass of water. "Open wide 'leste!"
I rolled my eyes and turned over. I'm not in the mood for this…
"C'mon sweetspark, be a good girl and take yer meds. They'll make ya feel better faster."
Now, I'm face down on my bed. We both know we're playing, because I could practically hear and feel his smile when he sat the glass down on my bedside table. "C'mon. Ah there we go."
He chuckled as he picked me up and laid me face up. I couldn't hide my snort at his grunt before he muttered that I was heavy.
After I took my meds, he commanded that I get some rest so that I could get better soon, and I did, I took a quick cat nap and when I woke up I found that I was alone. Well, not totally alone.
{"Hello!"}
"What's up Replenish?"
{"Nothing. How you feel?"}
"Better than earlier."
{"Good."}
"How bout you?"
{"Good. Jazz and Jolt are fun to talk to."}
He said. Okay, so a little more background. Replenish and I actually talk a lot. He can't speak English yet, but he can talk through text messages. That's why we get along so well.
"How out of was I?"
{"You said you wanted to do strange things to Jazz."}
"Oh man!" I moaned…right before he showed me some videos of Jazz…saying…OH THAT MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD!
"He…ack! He likes me?! WHAT THE FU-ACK!"
How long has that ass hole liked me?! Since the beginning? What the fuck?! Mr. Saboteur, Mr. I've seen and done worse, Mr. I fucking died and came back, doesn't have the balls to tell me how he feels!
…Probably for the same reasons that I haven't told him. The videos show as much…oh holy shit how blind am I? Helping me with the pranks, letting me buy all that junk food, going to the 'con with me, not wanting to tell me that I was in trouble, going out of his way in different dimensions to make sure I was taken care of, taking care of me while I'm sick, buying me my favorite soup and making it as spicy as I like it, the fucking yellow stuffed alpaca…and he called me sweetspark. He even gave me a new nick name for Pete's sake!
"How the hell…how could I be so damn dense?" I said aloud making Replenish shrug. But here's the thing, he…we both kinda think of each other as friends. And the videos are good, but me, I just need a little more proof.
"'Plenish, can you do me a favor? And when we get home I will let you watch as many hours of cartoons as you want."
{"Yes?"}
"Spy on Jazz. See…see if you can get him to say those things again?"
{"Kay."}
"Thanks." I murmured as I fell back asleep. Hey, an epiphany this strong takes a lot out of you!
Waking up later I found Jazz petting a purring Minty. Rather than soup, a grilled cheese sandwich sat on a plate next to my bed. Yummy! "How ya feelin'?"
"Good. Are your hot?"
"I dunno. The femmes sure ten' to think I am though."
I rolled my eyes…though he isn't lying. He is fucking hot.
"I meant as in body heat." I whined. Now I'm not the type to whine but I'm so hot, I feel like I'm on fire!
"Here, let me help ya." He said softly as he set Minty down on the floor. He moved the fan in front of me, and then he fluffed my pillow. He flipped it over and fluffed it! Before he held a glass of water out for me. There was even a straw in it! "This is somethin' called ginger ale. Jolt said it would make ya less queasy."
"T…thanks Jazz." I said as I took the glass. I actually enjoyed the next three days. Even though I wasn't taken out of quarantine until about a week later and that was largely due to us moving back to our island, I enjoyed being sick. Why? Because Jolt and Jazz (mostly Jazz) babied me. I got almost anything I wanted, and Jazz almost never argued. He only argued playfully when I was well enough to care for myself, and often that was only him calling my bluff. Replenish sadly couldn't get any more footage though.
But at any rate I'm free from my punishment and my illness! "She lives!" Mikaela said in amusement as I strolled up the hall in my white high waist pleated skort, and pink and yellow halter top, with brown wedges to match. "How do you feel?"
"Better than I did last week, and the week before that too."
"Ready to get back to the island?"
"Meh, no. Frankly, I don't have to go back."
"What? Why?"
"So, Keller and Morshower got me my own studio for alterations, and they also made my room bigger by accident, but in return for this I have to attend college classes."
"Wait so your…?"
"Maybe in the fall. I dunno what I want. I mean I would be sad to leave and all, but at the same time, I kinda want the whole "college experience" you know?"
"I guess I know what you mean. Does Jazz know that though?"
"No. I haven't told him. He was walking around the corner when I said what did wasn't he?"
"How'd you know?"
"A hunch. What he doesn't know is that I probably won't leave, not only because I really don't want to move again, and because it would be a challenge financially, not to forget to mention that I don't have a university in mind."
"So…?"
"I never planned to leave. I can handle online classes, but let's be real. If I went away to college, who would fix the base's clothes then?"
She laughed before we went to her room to finish up packing. Another new little thing I've discovered, is that I can now sense some bots. Jazz is the easiest, which is amazing because he steps so lightly that he's actually scared people on accident. Now I know if he walks into a room and who he walks into it with. I can even tell if Mirage enters the room invisible. I found that out earlier today. He was trying to hide from Ratchet because he needed a checkup, and I successfully pointed at the corner he was hiding in. I don't even have to hear them or see them. I can just sense them.
"You just like being stateside."
"Uh yeah?! Who doesn't like living here? I can go get a cheeseburger and not have to worry about smuggling it back in!"
"Fair. You gonna get more snacks for ye island of no fun?"
"I don't need any!" I said with a wink. We still have that giant freezer under my throw rug. Hopefully nobody found it or questions us on it cause God knows I need my ice cream.
It was only a few hours of packing before we had lunch and began to get ready to ship off. To be honest, I didn't think that we'd be going back today and so soon but I guess you could chalk it up to military precision moving. I had packed my room for the most part while I was still a little sick, and even then it wasn't a lot to pack since most of my stuff was back at the island. What I didn't expect was to go back to my room to find it completely empty. I know you're thinking "Well duh! Of course it's empty! You're leaving!". But here's the thing; I still have a cat and a sparkling to keep track of. And they are nowhere to be found! Oh hello. A note.
"Minty and Replenish are ready to go. Sorry for the scare. -Jazz."
"Well that explains that." I mumbled as I walked out of my now empty temporary quarters and to the main hanger just as they were opening the ground bridge to go back. Once everyone was sure that everyone that had to go back with us was there, we stepped through the portal and back into our own main hanger, that was now clean. (If you're wondering, Wheeljack stayed behind since his lab somehow wasn't affected…as did Barricade. Nobody said that the bots were kind to their enemies.)
I was on my way to my room when Blue stopped me, insisting that we needed to talk. And we did for about three hours. I didn't mind, I like to play therapist sometimes and it was pretty funny how he laid down on the giant couch in the rec room while he told me what was bothering him. After that, I was asked by Optimus (who had a conference call) to be the official tour guide for Hound and Bluestreak. I didn't mind that either, especially since it meant that I got to explore the new renovations. Which let me tell you, are pretty impressive. The Medbay is bigger, so is the rec room, each of the human quarters also have garage doors in addition to the normal ones so that the bots could be invited into our rooms as they are, which is really nice. Now they don't have to use their holoforms for everything.
It became apparent to me about halfway through that the two were distracting me from where my room used to be. I thought at first that they were just really curious, until I found us walking past Wheeljack's lab for the third time with the excuse that they wanted to memorize the area so that they could avoid it. I know that Jazz once said that bots have near identic memories. But I didn't call them on it, but instead I continued to show them anything I thought that I hadn't showed them already. Apparently whoever did the base's alterations was also kind enough to put a brand-new, fully functioning car wash inside the base. It was built next to the wash racks, with the entry tunnel starting in the hall, but it wasn't flush with it, it was set aside a little bit, and there were windows allowing the public to view who was using it. It was big enough that Optimus could easily use it but everything moved to clean cars as small as Bee. I know because I could see him "testing it out" as we speak.
After watching Bee enjoy his wash we (finally) walked to my part of the base only to find pretty much half of the soldiers there, as well as most of the bots. Optimus included.
"SURPRISE!"
"…Thanks! Why am I being surprised?"
I asked before they parted showing me a huge garage door that had the words "Fashion and alteration studio" stenciled in bright yellow-gold paint. There were huge and I mean huge bay windows that looked in, but they were dark. "Why don't you have a look inside?" Optimus said gently as he handed me a small piece of paper with the door code as well as a phrase that made me laugh. Once I punched the code in I had to say the phrase "Celestial universe" Which immediately brought some insanely huge cannon out of the ceiling, and I mean it was bigger than Ironhide's and even Prime's riffle! (how in God's name does it hide up there?!) As it hummed to life, everyone backed up while I said the second phrase "Guests may enter" allowing the human sized door to unlock and the Garage door to roll up revealing what can only be described as the Valhalla of design studios. My sketches for my clothing line were blown up and placed on a wall, there were four tables with measuring scales, my knitting machine sat in a well ventilated corner. Clear see through cabinets filled with yarns and threads were mounted on the walls. I had materials that I never had before! I could now put print on clothing, I had like three different sewing machines in different sizes, my embroidering machine, racks and shelves filled with various fabrics, an area with a little stool for people to stand on when I do measurements and alterations on them, new mannequins to work with and in different body shapes and sizes, and various jars of glitters, sequins, and jewels I could use to bedazzle things! And the lighting is natural! That's extremely important because it allows me to see what things look like in the sun!
And standing in the middle of it all…of course… is Jazz. I don't have any words to explain my surprise, and my joy. This is literally the nicest thing that anyone had done for me. "I hope that this will convince you to stay."
Optimus said from where everyone was standing at the beginning of the studio. "Yeah. You have no idea how much we need you here!"
Will said from his position next to Optimus. "You're the only person I trust to restore my mama's blankets and quilts." Fig said as several of the other soldiers began to explain that I had helped them in some way that others somehow couldn't. I couldn't help but cry. For once in my life, I actually feel like I fit in. Screw my uncle and all of my bad memories. This is my life, and this is where I belong. It took several tries for me to get out the words, but I finally told them that I wouldn't leave this team for the world.
After so many thank you's I was showed my room, and its virtually the same, but sans designing stuff since it was in my new studio. Minty has a new kitty tower that he has already taken to nicely, especially since there is a small portion of it dedicated to Replenish. It even has a slide for the sparkling to use!
Jazz and I were on our way out of my new and improved room, me carrying Minty since Replenish had fallen asleep when we heard a startled yelp. Wheeljack was running up the hall after the Chevy twins who were sprinting with the most idiotic grins on their faces with something in their hands. It looked like a ray gun out of some old sci-fi superhero movie. Jazz immediately ran forward trying to intercept the two, who in turn freaked at the sight of him and dropped the gun running for their lives just as Ratchet, Ironhide, Optimus, the Lambo twins, and Bee ran up watching both as the Chevy twins rounded the corner and as the gun exploded, making most of the bots run forward to intercept the blast.
The result was several coughs, that sounded suspiciously like a cat trying to cough up a hair ball. Minty got very defensive of me all of a sudden, as some of the other bots ran up trying to clear the smoke away. In the center of the room lay the gun, looking only partially damaged, and around it lay seven cats with very bright pelts.
Slowly the cats rose up groaning, not so much in pain but more in exasperation.
"Do I even want to know what the frag that thing was?!"
Ironhide snarled…At least it sounded like Ironhide. His voice seemed to be coming from the fluffy black…
"Or why those no good slag heads were running with it?!" Ratchet hissed. Oh my…
"Uh…what the pit happened?" Hound asked from just beyond the group of colorful cats, the largest being a blue and red Birman with a shiny blue-green marble like bell on its collar. Oh my!
"My…ahem newest invention that was mere moments from perfected completion."
Wheeljack said in slight annoyance as he reached down and grabbed the gun. "And what, pray tell were you hoping to do with this gun?" Prowl asked.
"Optimus approved it, and it was going to be used to turn the Decepticons into cats."
"Why?"
"So that the war would come to a peaceful end, with the Decepticons hopefully being rehabilitated through being adopted and cared for."
This is when I let out an ear shattering squeal! They're so fucking adorable (hee hee hee!) And fluffy! I ran over to the little American shorthair that was silvery white with blue eyes and picked him up, eliciting a startled "Whoa!" from him. "D'awww! Jazzy you're so cute as a kitty!" I cooed as I nuzzled him. Minty meanwhile was standing by my feet arching his back slowly as a sign of defense.
"Wait…Celestial, can you understand them?"
"Yeah…they're speaking plain English. Can't you hear them?"
"Oh, he can hear us. But he doesn't understand feline 101." Someone by my legs said. I looked down at my feet to see Minty looking up at me curiously. "Did you just say that to me?"
"Yes, but I really didn't expect you to understand me!" He said as he jumped up with what only can be described as a cat like smile. "You understand them?" Hound asked in confusion as Optimus kept trying to gain control of the situation. But since only I can understand them, he wasn't doing so well. Soooo cute!
"Yeah…must be a side effect of the being closer to the blast site."
"It misfired. Not to worry, in less than 48 hours I can have them back to their old selves."
"In the meantime, Celestial, do you think that you could care for them?"
"Yes! Oh yes yes yes!" I squealed noting the groans that came from Ironhide, Ratchet and the twins. Which let me tell you, they are all adorable! Ratchet is a longhair American bobtail, Ironhide is a Maine Coon, the twins are Persians (big surprise there), and Bumblebee is a rag doll kitten! But not a little kitten like Minty, but like a slightly older one.
"Why do I get the feeling that karma is about to pay us back?"
"And in the worst way?" Sideswipe and Sunstreaker said as they begrudgingly followed me to my room where I put Jazz down. (After I kissed his little nose! He's so damn adorable!) Minty was cuddling my ankles happily making me pick him up and snuggle him.
"I'm so happy that you can finally understand me!"
"Tell me about it! And I love that I get some new friends as well."
"Pfft. Who said we were your friends' pipsqueak?"
"I'm sorry, did I say that you two were my friends? No…I don't recall those words leaving my mouth, do you recall those words 'Leste?"
Minty asked me with an incredibly funny air of sarcasm to his voice. "No I don't Mint." I chuckled as I set him on top of his kitty tower. Watching the twins glower up at him as he made himself comfortable. "Miss Jackson, I must thank you for your hospitality."
"No worries Optimus. I'm glad that I can help." I said as I looked down at him. This seems so wrong!
"C'mon Celeste, this ain' that funny!"
"Yes it is. You guys are so cute! And FLUFFY!"
I giggled as Jazz rolled his eyes good naturedly. "You guys do know that you can come up here when you want right?" Minty said from his perch smiling as Jazz and Bumblebee looked at the tower before taking a few steps forward. This is going to be so much fun!
A/N: I'm beginning to wonder how my summer has gotten so busy! Hello! I have news; I am getting a new job in retail, I start next week! I'll tell you more about my heavy fall semester schedule later. I hope you liked this chapter, I will be posting to this fic again soon, since it has a gift chapter. Now is when you lovely readers of mine need to begin looking at the small details because they will begin painting a bigger picture. But until next time, I hope you are well and I hope you like the chapter!
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