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Third person's pov

Time flies when one is having so much fun. Jazz and Celestial would know. The two spent the remainder of June, the entirety of July and the first week of August together happily. They had become inseparable, Celestial would often be found working out of Jazz's quarters or office helping her mech with his reports, and the saboteur seemed to always be in her design studio lending her a servo when she needed it. They spent the months together in blissful harmony. Or so it seemed. They had a nasty fight or two, once over why Celeste could no longer leave base without Jazz or another bot that Jazz specifically chose to protect her, and more recently over who had the more stressful job. However, both parties often came to their senses. Jazz hated seeing his little lady upset over anything, but if he knew that he made her cry it always made him feel worse. He once even asked for Ironhide to shoot him. Celestial in turn never liked it when Jazz was angry or sad, and would always come back apologizing, usually with tears in her eyes, and once with a newly repaired blanket.

What was most notable about the pair was the way they made up. Make up relations are often referred to as the best. Of course, the pair could validate whether or not that was true seeing as it was one of their favorite activities. Their cravings for each other were insatiable. This was noted by almost everyone on base, especially by the few unlucky ones who accidentally stumbled upon the two during their activities. Ratchet nearly blew a gasket when he went to retrieve Jazz for a meeting and found Celestial standing over his open chest plates wearing a saucy number and black insulated gloves. Their ears were still ringing from that yelled lecture a week later.

But all in all, the two were happy. They were happy when Celestial turned 20 and Jazz threw and Dj'd a massive party for her. They were happy when Jazz went on missions and returned with more information on the Decepticons. They were happy together.

Jazz's pov

I love this part of the day! I get to see my favorite femme, and help her to stop working. She's been working hard lately too, what with the official launch of her fall line and her starting her online classes. As a matter of fact, she banished me from her quarters last night because she needed to get some more work done. But not now, not today. I aint gonna let her work herself to death like how she used to do when she still lived with her uncle.

"GAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Uh oh. That can't be good.

"Celeste? Baby girl?"

"This stupid! SON OF A! WHY YOU MOTHER FUCKER! STOP IT!"

She was shouting at her computer that was trying to crash. Apparently, the website where she turned in her homework had some sort of breakdown or virus, because her computer has been acting all janky since she first logged on a couple of weeks ago.

"Baby? What's wrong?"

"This. STUPID COMPUTER!...Jazz…can you shoot it please?"

She asked amidst her tears of frustration. "D'aww. C'mere. Look it's gonna be al'righ. I aint gonna shoot the computer. That'll only make ya madder in the long run. Okay?"

"No…" She sniffled into my chest. "I think somebody needs a break."

I cooed as I left her studio. "Ya gotta stop stressin over the lil' stuff baby. I need ya to do that for me. Kay?"

"Kay." She said softly as I waltzed into my room and laid down on my berth stoking her back. "So…what now?"

"Dunno. We know that we're gonna get some new arrivals, an that they'll land tomorrow night maybe. Aside from that, meh."

I said as we sat in silence for a few moments more before we heard what sounded like the opening of a portal, maybe a groundbridge. Celeste looked at me cautiously before she sat up. "What was that?"

"I dunno. Better check it out."

I said as I carried her to the door. When I opened it, a little purple ball hit my foot. "What?"

"Ball! Chirp whirr?"

"…Wait…Maverick?"

Celestial said aloud as the little purple mechling walked up to me with a cheerful smile and retrieved his ball. "Hi Jass!"

Something's wrong here. "Hey there little mech. What're ya doin' here?"

"Ball!" He said cheerfully before he began to look around afraid. "Mommy? Daddies?"

"Uh oh." Celeste said with concern as I put her on my shoulder and picked him up. "Hey, it's okay. Don' cry lil' guy. We'll get ya back home."

I cooed as I began walking up the hall towards Wheeljack's lab only to find him leaving it with a concerned look on his face as he ran to the rec room. "Prime! We got a problem!"

"Ya think? Jack, I thought ya stopped tinkerin' with the whole dimensional thing!"

I said holding up Maverick for the room to see as another portal randomly opened above allowing a piece of sheet metal to fall out of it scattering soldiers and bots alike. "I didn't do anything! Seriously, I didn't even touch the remote! It's in one of my safes!"

"If you're not doing this, then who is?"

Prime asked as he took in the giggling mechling in my arms. "Is that a sparkling?"

Bluestreak asked as he walked over to me and wiggled his digits in Maverick's face making him squeal. "Yeah, we uh. We found a bunch o' dimensions an stuff an he…here ya wanna hold him?" I asked as Maverick continued to wriggle in my grasp. "Blue!"

"Hi! You're cute, aww, and you have little door wings! Where's your carrier?"

He asked as more and more portals began to open and close at random, causing more bots and soldiers to run and scramble around so as to avoid random items falling out of the sky and walls. This included three more sparklings that eventually attached themselves to Blue. "This is bad!"

Hound shouted as he dove under a table trying to avoid a wrench that for once wasn't thrown by Ratchet. Suddenly all the madness stopped. The portals closed and we all slowly crept away from our shelters. "What the pit is going on?!"

Came an all too familiar snarl. One that made the newly formed quadruplets gasp in excitement as Sunstreaker and Sideswipe walked into the room. "Can't a mech get some recharge without being disturbed around here?!"

"DADDIES!" The four squealed in excited unison, as they wriggled away from Bluestreak and launched themselves at the twins nearly knocking them off their peedes. "What the?! Hey! Watch the paint!"

Sunstreaker snarled at the four who took a step back apprehensively. This isn't gonna go well…

"Hey, I didn't know you two were sires!"

"We're not! I don't know where these four came from, but they must be confused." Sides said looking down at the four who now looked really hurt at what they said. "Daddies?"

Nightsinger asked as she took a step closer only for Sunstreaker to scowl at her and for Sideswipe to raise an optic ridge in curiosity at her. Pulse simply looked at her with a look of fear on his face as he shook his helm no. They were obviously confused.

"Not daddies?"

"NO! Night they daddies!" Freezefire said as she stomped over to Sunstreaker and tried to cuddle his leg only for him to snarl and take a step back scaring her. Her lower lip slowly began to tremble as the tears in her optics began to grow. "Sunny! It's okay…uh please don't cry…"

But it was too late. We all grabbed at our audios and ears as the four little bots wailed out in sadness. Nearly every mech rushed forward to scoop the four up so that they could calm them down. Meanwhile, another portal opened up, allowing a slender blue femme to step out and look around in concern before her face contorted into one of rage. With a feral snarl, everyone in the room turned towards the new femme who already had dual blades out. "Put them down. Now."

She said harshly as she slowly advanced on the room. The other bots immediately reacted poorly, barely able to heat my and Celeste's yells of "NONONO WAIT!"

The new femme took bots down while also skillfully dodging the gunfire of the humans. It was only after she used some sort of electrical device that paralyzed most of the mechs and femmes in the room that she heard Celeste's scream of "BELLA WAIT!"

Instantly the femme froze, which was good, because had she not, Mirage and the twins would be helm-less. "Celeste? Wait…Celeste what are you doing here?"

"Uh welcome to our dimension?"

She said casually, trying not to laugh.

"Oh, pit. I swear I'm gonna kill Wheeljack when I get back. Is everyone alright?" She asked sheathing her blades and removing her battle mask before she ended the paralysis. "Before anyone decides to freak out for the millionth time today, I'd like to introduce you all to a friend of mine. This she-devil with the wicked blade skills is Arabella. She's from a dimension parallel to ours and she just so happens to be the Twins Sparkmate."

"Hello. Sorry about, well, that. I'm a bit defensive about my sparklings."

She said sheepishly as she helped Sides off of the wall she had magnetized him to. "Hey, you…you're-"

She smirked as she flicked her wings up and down. "I'm your other half. Well technically speaking third."

She said as she walked over to where her sparklings were huddled together on the floor. "She aint jus' their sparkmate. She's Elita's third in command, tactician, warrior trainer, horticulturist…am I forgettin' anythin'?"

"No, that pretty sums up what I am. Oh, except for the fact that I used to be human and that biologically speaking I am only 17. Oh, and I'm quite literally built differently than the rest of you. There, that sums it up." She said with a shrug as she nuzzled her quartet lovingly. "It's okay bitlets." She cooed as the four attached themselves to her.

"Wait…you were telling us the truth?! There really are multiple dimensions like ours?!"

Epps yelled. "We have a sparkmate?! And sparklings?!" Sideswipe stuttered again as Sunstreaker gazed with a stunned look on his face at their other dimensional family.

"Amazing how nobody believes you until they see proof huh?"

"Tell me about it! How do you get people to believe you Bella?"

"Mmmm, I usually show them my grave via a live time video feed. That accompanied by Will's pictures of me with him and his niece pretty much ends any argument."

She said off handedly as she stroked her sparkling's backs making them purr contentedly. "By the way, bout time that the two of you got together!"

"Huh?"

"Oh, Jazz. I know that look anywhere. I had the same look on my face when I first started dating the twins. Good to see that you two are enjoying each other's company."

"Soooo…since you're our sparkmate…."

"No, I'm not going to kiss you Sideswipe."

"Why not?"

Both twins asked. "Because that is still technically cheating, even if its six years prior to me meeting you."

She said as another portal opened up allowing two familiar frames to step through. "Bella?! Where the frag are you?!"

"And who the pit upset our sparklings?!"

"And here we go."

She said with a heavy sigh.

After a few more hours, too many explanations and a few new death threats thrown towards Wheeljack, the twins and Bella safely returned to their dimension to put their little bots to recharge. As for the rest of us, we cleaned up the rec room and went about our daily lives. Which means…

"UGHN!"

"JAZZ! YES!"

"Ya like it when I do that huh?"

"Ohhh, yeah! UMPH!"

"YES! A LIL' MORE BABY! YER ALMOST THERE!"

"Oh, Jazz! C'mon! Please!"

"Don' worry, I got ya!"

"I swear to Primus, IF I WALK INTO THIS ROOM AND I FIND YOU TWO ENGAGING IN-"

"In what Ratch?"

"Yeah. We were just playing Wii Sports tennis."

My sweetspark said in confusion as she turned to our resident CMO, making her character swish on the screen. Ratchet simply walked away muttering about inappropriate younglings and how some people should be neutered. "Not our fault your processor is in the gutter!" She shouted after him before she stretched tiredly.

"Bedtime for my sweetspark!"

"Nooo, I wanna play a little longer!"

"Sweet, its nearly 11:30. I think that ya need to get some sleep."

"But I don't wanna!"

"Do I have to recharge with ya to make sure that ya don' work?"

I asked her. She pouted for all of a minute before she finally sighed and raised her arms in an upward motion. "Carry me?"

She asked softly, giving me her big "I love you-and you think I'm adorable" eyed look.

"C'mere. My room or yer's tonight?"

"Mine." She mumbled sleepily in my arms. By the time that we got back to her room she was pretty much asleep, so I took her shoes off and tucked her in before transforming and crawling into bed with her.

"Night Jazzy."

"Night 'lest."

XXXXX

The next morning had me tiptoeing out of her room at the crack of dawn so that I could make it on time to my training session with Ironhide and Mirage. When I got there, I saw that they two were already talking about something while the soldiers waited and milled around.

"What's up?"

"Glad that you could finally join us."

"Relax Ironass. I didn' partake in any crass behavior today."

"Yet…"

Mirage mumbled snarkily. "What was that?"

"Nothing sir. You should know that we have new knowledge on the arriving signals."

"Really? Who's comin'?"

"They have been identified as a mech and a femme."

"Huh, wonder who it could be?"

He said as Ironhide grunted getting the attention of the soldiers. "Alright, alright enough talking about who's coming! Today we're going to go over how to disable bots with special operations backgrounds."

He said to the group. A few of them smirked at us haughtily, like they'd be able to take us down easily. Poor guys are in for a rough day. "It aint as easy as it sounds." I said as they began to move into the position that Hide was barking to them about.

{"Mirage, ya gonna get them from behin' while I keep their attention on me al'righ?"}

{"Yes sir."}

He said as his cloak went up making a few of the soldiers who were still paying attention to us gape in awe.

After another minute, Hide let them attack me. It was as easy as using my magnetism to take their weapons, using my sound cannons in my shoulders to blast them back, and Mirage grabbing the group at large up in their hands. Less than a minute and they already failed the simulation.

"That was pathetic."

"Really Ironhide? I think it was rather amusing that they thought that they stood much of a chance."

"Hey, cut 'em some slack you two. They're new to this. An' besides' one of 'em got behind me." I said as I turned my back finding one of the recruits that watched Mirage and I closely. He was just out of my magnetism range, but I could still see him with my sensors. "Not bad for a first try. Bet Ya'll get better as we go though."

"At this rate? They'll be lucky if they can spot a hidden Decepticon, let alone stop one."

"Ya know they're new to this Hide. Let's see how they do a few roun's later."

I said as I gave them back their weapons. I still can't believe how hard they are on the humans after everything that they've been through. I get that this group is still fairly new but still. Maybe it's because I know that humans are capable of great things, and that's why I defend them. I've been with one that refuses to see our relationship as odd no matter what. If one human can love a mech despite the age difference and can look past our longevity, then a whole gaggle can learn how to kill a bot when they're sneaking around.

After training for the first half of the day, and after stopping by the Medbay to get my hand reattached (Hey, they found a way to incapacitate me with a little bit of damage in a few hours. That's impressive!) I was ready to just sit on the couch and take a quick nap. But nooo, Prowl wanted me to redo the reports on the last mission into the Decepticon base. That took like another three hours. Then Ironhide wanted me to run an obstacle course with the recruits to simulate how we're supposed to fall back in a battle.

After five hours of that, I drug my dirty, scratched, and tired aft to the rec room to pass out.

"Holy pit! What happened to you?"

"Hi baby. How's yer day been?"

"Better than yours I see. What did they do to you?! Make you fight the junkyard machinery?"

All I could seem to do was let out a whine. I don't care if it's not mechly or not. I'm fragging tired.

"Ohhh, my poor baby. I'm sorry."

She cooed as she stroked my servo that was hanging off the couch near the floor.

"Tell you what, why don't I change into something else and I give you a nice relaxing wash?"

"Really? Ya don' have to do that baby."

"None of that now. You need to relax, and I like my mech all nice and shiny. So, come on! Up with you, I'll be outside in a minute!"

She said as she sauntered off to her room. With a soft groan, I rolled off the couch and transformed before I slowly drove outside. A few minutes later, she came outside to meet me in an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts. In her hands, she carried a huge bucket with plenty of supplies to wash a car with. After another few minutes, she was ready for me.

"Sorry if the water is a little bit cold."

"That's alrigh' sweetspark. It kinda feels nice."

"Okay. So, rough day huh?"

"Primus ya have no idea. I know I shoudn' complain bout trainin', but pit it was rough today."

"Aww, I'm sorry baby."

She cooed as she finished rinsing off the last of the grime. "Okay, now hold still. This may take a while" She said as she plucked a sponge out of the bucket. Knowing her, it will take a while. I don't really mind, it's still relaxing all the same. It's funny, she spent two days straight learning how to wash cars and didn't tell me, and then just out of the blue she patted my shin and told me to go outside for a big surprise. Ten minutes later, I was greeted by her in nothing but her bright yellow bikini. That was a fun day. I got a wash, she got a tan, and I got to threaten all those who gawked at her with bodily harm and get away with it! She is absolutely a perfectionist when it comes to my frame, which is something we both share. Don't get me wrong, I definitely don't have a vanity streak as wide as the twin's or Mirage, but I do like to keep clean and shiny. Not to forget to mention that it's a necessity for special opps. It pretty much defeats the purpose if the cons can find me by a messy trail. And decontaminating after a mission is a must because who fragging knows what they do and don't clean.

However, leste' is a bit more obsessed with the state of my frame when she cleans me. This usually frustrates her to the point of...

"I'm sorry Jazz."

"It's cool 'leste."

I said as the hot water blasted over my frame. Yeah I'm gettin' a wash from the new car wash on base. She always cleans me to the point where I'm spotless, but she never feels like it's good enough for me. Hence the second wash. I do this to make her happy, and to make her feel better. Her perfectionism only appears when she works on clothes or washes me. By doing this it helps to ease her frustration.

Once I rolled out of the wash, I made the short drive to her room. Now it's my turn to help her relax. Once we got inside I let her out and I parked myself in the corner and walked over to the printer where a note sat in the tray.

"Don't freak Minty and I are watching a 'Too Cute' marathon with the other sparklings in the rec room. We're sleeping over. See you when we see you."

-Replenish

"Baby, Minty and Replenish are in the rec room watching a marathon."

"That's nice Jazz."

She mumbled from where she lay face down on her bed. Well, she won't be going anywhere anytime soon. I mumbled as I walked into the bathroom. Since she was so nice as to give me a wash, I might as well return the favor. She has this really nice smelling milk and honey bubble bath that she never gets to use because she is always so busy working and doing homework. But now is a perfect time for her to use it. Once I had the tub filled up I walked back to get her, only to find her lying face down asleep. Now usually I wouldn't wake her up, but as someone who has received a hand wash or two, I can say that it can be a messy job to clean cars. 'Leste wasn't filthy, but she would certainly mess up her sheets if she slept like this.

"Wake up sweetspark. Bath time."

"Jaaaaaaaaazz."

She whined into her comforter. I shook my head as I undid the button on her shorts.

"No Jazz."

"I'm not tryin' to be frisky. Just let me help ya."

I said as I finished undressing her before I picked her up. Get your minds out of the gutter! This isn't one of our frisky moments and you don't need to know about those anyway!

Once I got her situated in the tub I walked back into her room and turned over her rug leading to her secret stash of snacks. She still has some junk food down here, but she also uses her storage for other stuff like some fresh fruits and veggies. Today her snack will be garlic herb triscuit crackers with fresh mozzarella cheese, avocado and a slice of cayenne pepper on top, with lemonade to drink.

"You spoil me too much." She sighed as I set the plate down on a table next to her.

"Do not. An' besides, ya deserve to be spoiled an' pampered."

"Maybe. But you do too Jazz."

"Ya spoil me."

"Not enough. I swear sometimes you're too good for me."

"Never."

I said as I began to wash her hair. She purred deeply as she fed me a cracker. "Is this what you feel when I give you a wash?"

"All the time. An' ya know I love it when ya massage me."

"I love it too. Your protoform is so silky and smooth…oh I love grabbing it. You're fun to massage."

She said with a smile as she chewed. After I rinsed her hair out and put in her deep conditioner, I moved onto her pedicure. I love making her laugh, mainly because I find her laugh to be adorable. So, when she saw me approaching her feet with the brush and pumice stone she immediately smiled before pulling them under the water. "Ah ah ah! Not so fast baby."

"Oh no you don't!"

She giggled as I pulled one of her feet out of the water while she fought to pull it away.

"Relax, this'll only tickle."

"AHHHH! AHAHA! NO JAZZIEEEEE!"

She squealed as she tried to pull her foot away from the brush.

"Hol' still! I need to get in between those cute lil' toes!"

"NOOOOOOOOO! (Snort!) NOHOHOHOHO!"

She laughed and snorted as I scrubbed in between her toes. Sometimes she laughs so hard, she snorts. It's rather cute, even though she hates it. Once I got her feet clean, and after I got her feet nice and smooth with the pumice stone, I massaged her back and neck for a bit with her exfoliator gloves before massaging the bath soap into the same areas and her arms with my hands. Around six she was ready to get out. So, I left her be so that she could rinse off.

I love my femme friend so much. I love the way she laughs, I love the way she comforts me after a long day, I love cuddling with her, I love her intelligence, really the list of reasons for why I love her goes on and on and on. I never thought I'd be this happy. I never thought I'd be courting a femme outside of my species.

"You thinking again lover?"

"Always."

"What are you thinking about this time?"

"How much I love ya."

"Funny I was thinking the same thing."

"Really?"

"Always."

She said as she crawled into bed with me. She had that look on her face. Like she was thinking about something that either freaks her out or stresses her out. "Ya thinkin' of anythin' else?"

"No."

"Seriously?"

"Well…"

"C'mon. Be honest with me."

With a sigh, she cuddled into me, laying her head on my chest.

"I just got a weird feeling. You know…like something is off."

"Ya feelin' al'righ?"

"No, not like sick something's off. More like…"

"Free floatin' anxiety?"

"Maybe."

"Ya know I'll always protect ya from anythin' that bothers ya."

"I know. It's just…I dunno."

She said tiredly. This isn't new. 'Leste can pick up on anxiety sometimes. But she seemed fine earlier. I wonder what could be bothering her? Whatever it is, it must have made her even more tired than usual since she fell asleep again. Now that I think of it, I'm tired too. Meh, its early. I don't have anything else to do today. I think I'll sleep with my femme friend. After all, Ratch did say I needed to rest.

{"All Autobots and selected personal, prepare to leave in approximately 2 hours. New arrivals eta has been accelerated."}

Slag. Well. At least we get a 2-hour nap.

A/N: Hello, this is the Jazz man speakin' fo' my authoress. She's sorry she hasn' posted in a while, due to work, school an' the holidays. She hopes that all o' ya had a great Christmas an' a great holiday season too! She also hopes that ya have a great new year! She'd be here to tell all o' ya this, but because o' work an' the Hatchet makin' her rest she's a bit tied up righ' now.

She also wants ya to pardon my accent an' the chapter's contents seein' that she wrote this chapter, an' a few others for other stories over 16 weeks, at 'bout 30 minutes at a time.

Well...think that's all I gotta say. Oh! She needs a mech that isn' already in the story and that wont get along well with my sweetspark. She want's a licensed mech too. Somethin' bout more OC's commin' in the future.

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Happy holidays! An a happy new year! 🎆🎇🎉✨🎄🎁

-Jazz