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Celeste's pov
As strange as it is, I have never seen any Autobot make planet fall. Strange, right? I've been with the bots since…what? April? Yeah, and I have never seen them enter the atmosphere, let alone land. Well that is except for seeing Jazz land when I temporarily worked in Nevada. Yeah, I saw that. And it's been forever since I brought that little detail up. But who cares? That isn't important. What is, are the two giant balls of metal hurtling towards earth. The good news is that we're a good ways away, so we shouldn't get hurt. The bad news is that it's almost midnight, I have homework that's due tomorrow, as well as work for both my own fashion line as well as a slew of alterations to do for the new recruits. I have at least five appointments tomorrow morning. Yet here I am, watching two metal beings uncurl themselves within the craters that they had made.
Despite how busy I'll be tomorrow, it was totally worth staying up to see this. I mean greeting two aliens to earth? That is probably one of the coolest things I've ever done, and that's saying a lot, seeing that I've launched my own fashion line, survived the Decepticons trying to kidnap me twice, bounced through multiple dimensions, and started dating an alien mech who is not only worlds older than me, but also has the same maturity as me.
Said mech looked down at me and winked. Jazz is and probably always will be my best friend. I love him so much that it hurts. He is the only person I have ever met, that just gets me. He understands me on levels that very few others do, and I try to do the same for him. Especially now that its common knowledge that we're dating.
I won't lie, I've noticed a few stares and a couple of confused looks or dirty looks from some of the new recruits and the other soldiers. I don't know if Jazz notices it or if he even catches them looking or cares. I do know that we love each other and that's all that matters. Everyone else will just have to deal.
Speaking of dealing…
"Welcome to earth friends. Please identify yourselves."
Optimus stated in his regal baritone. Jazz said that he wasn't always Prime. Hmmm. I wonder if his current voice is an upgrade?
"Prime, Elita. It is good to see you both again."
The first bot, a femme by her voice I'm pretty sure, said.
"But did we have to come to this…filthy mudball of a planet? And what are all of those…squishy looking things?"
The second one whined before they both began speaking in Cybertronian. Only on the planet a few minutes and I already have problems with this guy. He reminds me of the twins. God knows I don't need another bot like them around.
"Flareup, Tracks, welcome to earth and what will be our new home."
"This junk heap is supposed to replace Cybertron? No offense sir."
The whiny one said to Optimus as the rest of us humans glared at him through the rest of the introductions. I simply waved as my name was called. I was too busy looking between Jazz and the new femme. If know Jazz, he's having some kind of conversation with her over the com. links or something. He has that look in his visor.
Once the others started to head back to where the ground bridge was opening up, I was surprised as the femme dashed towards Jazz. I was even more surprised when said mech began clicking and chirping happily as he picked her up and swung her around.
Now normally, I'm not the jealous type. …Okay I have been known to get jealous before, but Jazz is really the first really real relationship I've ever had, so I'm not sure yet. However, I do know body language. It's how I read people, and do all of my parlor tricks, such as hypnotizing, and telling someone their future. I know a relationship when I see one. If this femme was just a close friend, I would expect a small hug, with lots of excitement, heck, even what Jazz did is acceptable. However, it was when the hug became longer, and turned into more of a cuddle that makes me concerned.
Just who the heck is this femme?
"Ahem. Jazz, we should probably go. I don't want to get stuck out here for the night."
I said drawing their attention to me. Jazz at least looked sheepish. "Sorry 'Leste. Flare this is my femme friend Celestial. Celestial, this is Flareup, head of the femme's demolitions crew."
"Hello! It's so great to meet a friend of Jazz's!"
"Oh…thanks. It's nice to meet you too."
I said as we walked back towards the groundbridge. I'm all for excitement, and making good impressions, but that femme is so…energetic. Like crazy energetic. Meh, probably just seems that way since I'm tired.
Once we got to base, I said goodnight to Jazz and went to bed. And that's where I laid awake…for like almost the whole night. I barely got two hours of sleep. I don't know… something feels wrong. Like really wrong. And I'm not just talking about the new arrivals either. Something, I don't what, is wrong. And it's bothering the hell out of me. The two hours of sleep that I got were fitful at best. I kept dreaming that someone or something was messing up my studio. Now imagine my surprise at finding one corner of my studio a mess. I left it relatively messy since I was designing yesterday, but I mean that it looked like the corner had been ransacked. My designs were all on the floor and there were stickpins everywhere!
"Oy. I know I didn't do this. Probably Minty or something." I said as I began to pick up the pins and sticking them into my tomato wrist band.
"Uh…Hello?"
I jumped as I spun around to see a soldier. Now, if Jazz and I weren't an item, it's safe to say that I would have been drooling. He was wearing a tight grey ARMY T-shirt and a short pair of black shorts for working out, that stood out against his brown complexion. From head to toe, this man was toned. His brown eyes sparkled with confusion…uh oh…
"Sorry, you scared me. Here, alteration appointment, right?"
"Oh! Yeah yeah! I've got the pants and everything…obviously."
He said quickly. I couldn't help but laugh. "Well come on. This won't take long."
"Really?"
"Really. I just need to mark your pants with some chalk. From there I can alter them."
"Oh…"
"Something wrong?"
"It's just…I have training after this on how to take down a Decepticon spy, and I'd really like to not get lectured on how terrible I'm doing by two of my three teachers."
"Ah. Sorry that I'm sending you back sooner than you like."
"It's okay. It wouldn't be so bad if that big black guy wasn't so hard on us. We don't know how to find what's invisible."
He grumbled as he changed behind the dressing panel. I snorted as he stepped onto the stool. "Yeah, Ironhide can be a real hard ass sometimes. That's why he's known as Ironass to many. He's also known as Ironaft by the way. But he's only hard on you because he cares. He'd feel terrible if someone died because they didn't listen."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah. Alright, you are good to go. Come and see me in a couple of days, they should be done by then…"
I trailed off looking at him expectantly. "What?"
"I don't have your name. I kinda need it."
"Oh! Its…um…my name is Chris Jones."
"Okay then Chris, your pants will be done in a few days."
"Can I see you sooner than that?"
I raised an eyebrow in question before I caught on to what he meant. "Oh…uhhh…"
"Am I interrupting anything?"
"Not at all. C'mon in."
I said as I waved in a group of soldiers. I came in this morning knowing that I had appointments, and design work to do. But I have never had so many soldiers come in asking for work to be done. From alterations to patchwork on blankets and quilts, I had one soldier after the other walking in. Stranger still, almost every single one of them either flirted with me, or tried to ask me out. Now I get that I'm on a military base with a predominantly male population, but I even had some women, (and no I'm not judging), asking me out. Now these are women, who I know, without a shadow of a doubt don't swing that way. I know because I can read people. Their body language screamed that they were lying. What I want to know is why. Stranger still, they all came in during the time that I either visit Jazz for lunch or vice versa.
By the time I was done with the rush, it was damn near time for dinner, and I was starving. So, I left my studio and walked to my mechfriend's room. When I saw that he wasn't there, I decided to head to the cafeteria. On my way there, I ran into Ironhide.
"Hey, Hide, have you seen Jazz?"
"He's in the training room with Flareup."
"Oh. Thanks!"
I called as he walked off and as I went into the cafeteria. After I got my food, I began to look for a place to sit down. I got mixed looks from each of the tables. Some of the soldiers gave me dirty looks, and others were a little too inviting. "Hey Celeste! Over here!"
Fig called out to me. With a smile, I sat down at his, Epps, and Will's table. "So kid, how's your day been?"
"Weird. Really really weird. I haven't been hit on so much since I lived with my uncle."
I said disgustedly as I began to cut my steak.
"Are they giving you problems?"
"Nah. Nothing you need to be worried about Will. I can handle it on my own. Plus, I got a saboteur for a boyfriend so, ya know."
I laughed. Even though I live on base and can see them all the time, I don't really get to see Will, Epps, Graham, and Fig a whole lot. I'm always doing something, and so are they. But that's the way things are. We're all in charge of something or someone, so we have to do more, no matter how boring, or how lonely it gets.
Once I was done with dinner, I went back to my studio to do one more fitting and clean up for the day. I'll start on the work tomorrow, in the meantime, I have homework to do. It's not a lot, but its long enough to take a few hours. I have math and science homework to do tonight, and Jazz said that he'd help me. He has a way with words that just helps me get through the work. Sometimes he reads the work out to me so that I can work it out better. With any luck, I can get my work done fast and then maybe we could watch a movie, or go for a walk on the beach…
"OW!"
"Ewwwww! It ran into my leg!"
Oh joy. "Excuse me. I'm not an it. I'm a human, with a name by the way."
Tracks stared down at me with an offended look and with disgust. "Ughh!"
"What's your problem?"
He looked at me like I was crazy. "You…you filthy human! You're dating a mech of my species, and getting all of your disgusting germs and grease all over him! Jazz may think you're a cute fleshy, but I know exactly what you are!"
"And what the hell is that?"
"A freak! All of you humans are the same! Disgusting, lusty interface driven creatures! But you… you're glitched in the helm. You can't procreate with a mech, yet you try anyway."
I…have no words. Where the hell did this come from? How…how do you respond to that?
"You may have fragged Jazz, and made him like you, but I won't let you do that to me. I won't let you taint me and my processor."
"Okay, first of all, I didn't taint anyone. Second, I really really don't like you. Like at all, so you don't have to worry about me coming near you, let alone touching you. And third, I'm not trying to procreate. Jazz and I love each other as people, not because we want kids. You really really need to get your head out of your ass, and do some actual research on humans. Here's the thing; sex isn't everything to humans. If you actually talked to some of us you'd know that!"
I snarled at him.
He scoffed as he stepped over me and walked around the corner. I rolled my eyes as I began to walk the short distance to my room. Just as I was opening the door, my mech friend and Flareup came up the hall laughing. "Hey Jazz! Hi Flareup."
"There ya are! I haven' seen ya all day!"
"I know, I was like stupid busy today. You ready to read some math?"
"Aw slag! I forgot! I'm goin' on patrol with Flare."
Flareup raised an optic ridge at him before looking down at me. "He wanted to show me around Earth a little."
"Is that okay baby?"
"Oh, yeah sure. Go have fun!"
"Are ya sure?"
"Seriously Jazz, just go. I'll see you in the morning okay?"
"All righ'. I love ya baby girl."
"Love you too."
I called as they both transformed and sped down the rest of the hall. "Don't do anything stupid."
I mumbled as I trudged into my room.
XXXXX
Did I get any sleep? No. Between the insufferable math homework that never seemed to end, (which by the way I got it finished with literally five minutes to spare and post it to the website) I just couldn't sleep. Something is wrong, I mean fundamentally wrong. I don't know what it is but I can feel it.
"Morning buddy!"
"Morning Minty. How are you."
"Okay, what's wrong. You have that look in your eye and that sound in your voice."
"Something feels off. Like…"
"Like the night we met Jazz?"
"Kinda…but its way worse. I dunno I just have a bad feeling that something bad is going to happen."
"Like the twins pulling a prank bad, or like Barricade almost escaping with you bad."
"Worse than those two combined."
I said as I walked into my bathroom. Once I was showered and dressed, Minty and I walked over to my studio. Where I found that the door was ajar. I slowly pushed the door open to see my studio a mess. And I do mean that it was a mess. There was paint splashed against the walls, beads all over the floor, my sketches were scattered all over the floor, and the clothes that I was making for an order were beyond ruined.
"Ohhh..."
"What the hell happened in here?!"
"Somebody's gonna die."
"Damn right somebody's gonna die!"
I screamed as I tiptoed around a puddle of t-shirt paint.
"Hey Celeste, can you- "
Will trailed off as he took in what happened to my studio. "What happened?"
"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW! I JUST GOT HERE!"
I exploded as I pulled some of my sketches out of a puddle of paint. Months of work, some of my best sketches and designs, ruined.
"I want the fucker who did this found!"
I snarled at him as I shook with rage showing him my ruined design.
"Okay, calm down,"
"No. It is not okay!"
"Easy. We'll get someone to clean up the studio, and you can re-draw the- "
"Re-draw? Re-draw?! I can't just re-draw these Will! These are one of a kind designs! I can't just recreate a design because the muse, the reason I drew what I did is usually gone! I drew these, two months ago!"
"Okay, okay. Calm down!"
He said as I panted with rage. "Look, I'm going to go get Optimus, and we'll go through the security feed to see who did this, okay? In the meantime, try to calm down. We'll get the person who did this to clean this up for you."
He said as he walked away briskly.
"Okay, whoever did this is a serious asshole, Celeste you might wanna read this."
Minty said from the corner of the room that held my now damaged winter collection. "What did you find?"
I asked as I looked at the note.
"This is for dating outside of your species! Break up with Jazz and find a man to be with you freak! If you don't, you'll suffer the consequences!"
"What the hell…"
I breathed out. So, this wasn't just a prank that went wrong…somebody did this to me on purpose. "Who the hell would have done this? I thought that the bots and everyone else were cool with your relationship."
"There are still a few who give us a dirty look or two. But I never expected that somebody would do this."
I said as I picked him and the note up and began to walk out of my studio. Slowly people began to stop by looking at the mess. I shook my head in anger and in sorrow. Months of hard work gone…and yet…all the uniforms that I needed to tailor, as well as the blankets, quilts and other things lay neatly in the area that I left them. Whoever did this wanted to get at me specifically. They didn't want to mess with the soldiers, just me.
"What happened?"
One of them asked as I closed the door behind me. "Somebody trashed my studio. I'm sorry but I'm not going to be working today."
There was a chorus of grunts and moans from the few that had alterations that were to be completed today. The rest furrowed their eyebrows or shrugged as they walked away, all but one. Chris. "Somebody messed up your studio? Why?"
"I think it has to do with me dating Jazz."
"Jazz? The silver robot that teaches special ops?"
Immediately I noticed his tone. He sounded both confused and disturbed.
"Yeah, we've been dating for like two months. He's my mechfriend."
"And…you're happy? I mean…he's an alien…"
"So? That doesn't change anything. Autobots are like humans in a lot of ways. He loves me just the way I am, and I love him."
"Well…I can't say I don't blame the person who did this…I mean it is weird that you're dating an alien."
He said giving me a weird look. "Gee, I'm sorry that my happiness creeps you out. I'm so sorry in fact that once I finish your pants, I won't bother you again."
I sneered as I stormed off to the cafeteria for breakfast. "What a dick."
"You said it Minty."
XXXXX
So, by lunch, Will and the others had checked the security feeds but never found out who trashed my room. All of that security data was conveniently gone. So Wheeljack leant me his cleaning drones. While I salvaged and set aside the things I could keep, they cleaned up the paint, beads and other things. The cool thing about Wheeljack's drones are that they assessed the beads and buttons to see if they were clean or broken, and the ones that were still useable were put back into the drawers and jars that I supplied them. In the end, I need to buy new inventory in some ribbons, beads, buttons and other bobbles, while my crocheting machine, needs to be replaced. My knitting machine and sewing machine need to be fixed from the damage they were dealt. Somebody upended a whole bottle of fabric glue all over both of them, making it so that the moving parts could no longer move.
Once this was done I decided to go and find my favorite mech. Walking into the rec room I was greeted with friendly hellos by some, and sneers of disgust by others. Unfortunately for me, he wasn't in the room, but there were three bots who were. And of course, they happen to be the ones who like me about as much as I like them. "Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Tracks, have any of you seen Jazz?"
Sideswipe shrugged, and Sunstreaker sneered at me. "What's it to you fleshy?"
Tracks said with disgust. I rolled my eyes before answering. "I'm looking for him. Do you know where he is?"
"Need a quick frag?"
I ignored Sideswipe's comment and focused on Tracks. "Why should I tell you?"
"Because you would be doing something halfway decent for once. Now, where is he?"
I snarled as his optics dimed. "I don't have to tell you anyway. We have patrol, and Ratchet wants you in his Medbay."
He said as they got up and walked past me. Today is just one of those days. Wonder what Ratchet wants me for. I haven't done anything to the medic for a while. He stays to himself, and I stay as far away from him as possible. It's not a bad relationship frankly.
"Ah, there you are."
"Yeah…so what did you want?"
I asked as he lifted me up and placed me on a berth. "Take off your clothes."
"Excuse you?!"
"I believe the proper phrase is 'excuse me'. And I did not stutter. Take off your clothes and put a gown on. Once you have changed I will begin my examination."
"Like hell you will!"
"Youngling- "
He said in a stern no nonsense tone that made me narrow my eyes. "You are sexually active, and with a mech no less. I need to ensure that there is no damage to your physical being, as well as ensure that the holoform isn't having any adverse effects on you."
"Then fucking scan me! I'm not about to let you live out your sexual fantasies just because you're a doctor!"
"I have no intention of doing any such thing! Now you will not leave this Medbay until I have finished your examination!"
"Watch me!"
I snarled as I ran down the stairs that lead off the berth. "GET BACK HERE! FEMME! GET- "
I heard him roar as I ran out the door and towards my room. I REFUSE to have that medic look down there. For one, it's none of his business, and besides that, he knows that I've had bad experiences where people have taken advantage of me. Fuck him!
"Geeze!"
"Everything okay?"
"NO!"
I shouted as I flopped onto my bed angrily. I rolled onto my back with a groan only to be met with a soft thump as Minty gracefully bounced onto my stomach. He curled up on me and began to purr. I couldn't help but smile as I began to pet him.
"Is it working?"
"Yes, it is. You know I love you right?"
"Yeah."
He said as he continued to snuggle into me. I smiled as I felt myself drifting off-
"Celestial!"
Oi. What now?!
"Hello to you too Jazz! I love you too!"
"Why the frag did ya run from Ratchet?!"
Wow, he must be mad. I can actually hear his accent leaving him. Wonder who pissed in his cheerios?
"Oh, I dunno. Could have something to do with the fact that I don't want him exploring my nether regions. How was your day today?"
"Don' try an' change the subject! I'm takin' ya to see Ratchet."
"Uh, no you are not."
"Yes, I am."
"No, you're not! You know why? Because I've had a shit day! That's why!"
He sighed exasperatedly as he rubbed his face quickly. "Okay seriously? Who the hell pissed you off?"
"That's not important. Look, ya gotta go see Ratchet. I know yer scared an- "
"I'm not scared."
"Then why did ya run?!"
"Because he has no business down there! Jazz! We've been together for two months! You know my crotch better than any human or doctor alive!"
"But I aint a medic! There coul' be somthin' really wrong with ya! An' ya won' even go jus' to make me feel better!"
"Don't you dare! There's a lot of medical stuff that you haven't done that could hurt you but I don't pressure you about it!"
"Like what?"
"When was the last time you had a systems flush?! Or when was the last time your tailpipe and systems were checked for blockage or build up?!
"That's different!"
"No it's not!"
"Yeah it is!"
"Oh, bullshit! You don't want to go because you don't want him to send a probe up your aft!"
"It hurts!"
"And getting a cold gloved hand up the vagina doesn't?!"
"It doesn't matter! I'm still takin ya!"
"No you're not!"
"Why are ya bein' so difficult?!"
"Because I don't want cold hands, metal clamps and stiff cold fingers going anywhere near let alone up into my vaginal area!"
"Yer over reactin'! It's just a checkup!"
"Jazz both of you should know why I don't want this kind of a checkup!"
I shouted angrily at him. This is so strange. We almost never fight. Something is seriously wrong.
"Yeah I know! But you have to go! And if you don't go…"
"What? You'll stop having sex with me?"
I asked sourly only to see him stiffen with a firm look on his face. "If that's what it will take to get you to go then yeah."
"Wait, seriously? You can't be serious!"
"No lovin' till ya get checked out by Ratchet."
He said firmly, almost as if he were telling a child that he couldn't have a cookie until after he finished his vegetables. Before I could send a smart remark his way, there was a knock at the door.
"Sorry, I'm not interrupting anything am I?"
It was Chris.
"No, you're not. What's up?"
"Oh, I just wanted to know when my pants would be done."
"Oh. I should have them done by tomorrow. Okay?"
"Okay. See you tomorrow then."
He said as he walked away. I barely resisted slamming the door before turning back to Jazz. "Alright. Now, where were we? Ah yes- "
"An' jus' who the frag was that?"
"Seriously?"
I asked seeing that Jazz was being totally serious. "Jazz, he's a client of mine. Calm down okay?"
"Calm down? This mech comes to your door, his fragging systems screamin' to the world that he wants to mate with ya an' yer tellin' me to calm down?!"
"Oh? Like you're one to talk?"
"An' what is that supposed to mean?"
"I've seen you with Flareup."
"Uh, that's because she's my friend. I've known her for a while. She's like my little sister Celeste!"
I simply nodded my head. It's not that I don't believe him, he hasn't given me a reason to not trust him.
"Yeah well…I don't like sharing okay?"
"Baby, I- "
He said kneeling to me before his visor dimmed and he scoffed in irritation.
'I…gotta go. There's somethin' goin on in Brooklyn. Listen, I'll be back soon okay? Please go see Ratchet. For me baby please?"
I sighed before I hugged his shin
"I make no promises. But I do love you. What is going on? You guys have been like super active lately."
"I wish I knew. Baby, the con's are up to somethin'. Somethin' big. They've been spotted all over the country, almost like they're lookin' for somethin'."
"But you don't know what."
"Yeah."
"Alright. Well, be safe okay?"
"All righ'. I love ya."
"Love you too."
One week later
Bad shit is happening. Bad shit. The whole base has been chaotic, the bots and the soldiers have been shipping out in shifts to chase the cons. Well almost everyone. Jazz has pretty much been in the field the whole time. And every time he's been back for recharge or to report, his mood has gotten more and more sour. I've never seen him like this. To make matters worse, he's been giving me strange side glances, almost as if he doesn't trust me or something. I don't get it. I haven't done anything wrong…not really. I mean I haven't seen Ratchet, but that's partially because some of the bots are coming back with injuries. Whoever they're chasing is either evading them and injuring them, or they're injuring them and dying. The point is that tensions are high. As for me, I can't say that things have gotten better. Between some of the humans who think I'm some sort of a freak who has a fetish for the Autobots, and the others who are just plain rude to me because "I can't seem to date within my own species" And yes that is what the person actually said to me. Have I told Jazz about what's been going on? Nope. He has bigger problems right now. And me, I'm just about done with my homework for the week, and I've kinda caught back up on my personal line, and just began to re-create my winter line. The problem with being behind in my personal line is that, I do have orders to ship out. I got a lot of publicity at the comic con back in June, and that publicity grew more over the last two months, I was interviewed and put in a couple of fashion magazines where they talked about how I was a successful entrepreneur as well a seamstress for the military, I did a podcast, an am radio show, and I was even put on the Today Show for a short segment! With all of that traveling, I got more and more famous, and that's why Jazz and I fought both about who had the harder job, and about me leaving the base without him or someone he really trusted to take me. We worked past all of that, but lately I've been worried about him, especially since he's been giving me strange looks.
"Hey Celeste! The mail is here!"
"Thanks, Minty. Not like it's anything important. See? Magazine, magazine, stack of Albertson's coupons…why do they even send me these? We're nowhere near one!" I laughed as I threw the stack in the recycling bin before settling on a large manila envelope. "What's this?" I asked looking at the address on the front… "No…fucking…way."
I hissed as I set the envelope on the counter that Minty had hopped onto. "What is it?"
He asked as he playfully flicked his fluffy tail. "Minty…first of all, nice bow tie on the collar…"
"Thank you! My awesome best friend and owner made it for me!"
"I love you…If this is, what I think it is…you may want to cover your ears…if you can."
I said hurriedly as I opened the envelope.
"To miss Celestial Jazmine Jackson;
You are hereby invited to the 2010 fall collection New York Fashion Week. We have provided two tickets for you and a guest to attend."
"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!"
I squealed as I bounced up and down on my wedge clad feet. I can't believe this! "I get to go to fashion week this year!" I shrieked at Minty who winced before nuzzling into my arms when I stopped jumping. This is a dream come true! "I have to tell Jazz! Ohhh! He'll be so excited!" I shouted as I ran out of my studio. I had gotten a text from him that he'd be back and in the main hanger in a few minutes. This will surely put a smile on his face! And sure enough there's the groundbridge portal! "Jazz! Jazz!"
"What? No love for the rest of us?"
Sneered one of the soldiers I came to a halt next to. I just rolled my eyes. I can't wait to tell him the great news-!
"C'mere bitch! Lemme show you how a real man kisses!"
"What are you- MMMMPHHH!"
This creep! What the hell is wrong with him?! And why isn't anyone helping me pry him off of me? Why, are they taking pictures…why are they laughing? "CELESTIAL!"
I spun breaking the soldier's grip to see a fuming Jazz. I almost feel bad for the fool. Now he has to face up to- "How could you?"
"W…w…what?"
"How could you?! I… I leave you alone for a week, and you cheat on me?"
"What? Jazz, I would never- "
"Then why were you kissing him?!"
"He was kissing me! I- "
"Save it! I don't have sex with you for a week and this is what you do?! You go behind my back and frag others?"
"Jazz, what the hell are you talking about?! I haven't slept with anybody!"
"Then how do you explain this?"
He said brokenly as he projected several pictures as well as video feeds of what looked like me, going into the rooms of other soldiers, before leaving hours later, looking like I had done some things. "Jazz, please. You have to believe me. That isn't me! I would never hurt you."
I said as tears came to my eyes. Why doesn't he believe me? "Maybe I was wrong about you."
"Jazz, no."
"Don't talk to me!"
"But Jazz, please just listen!"
"NO! AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED, WE'RE DONE! YOU HEAR ME?!"
He shouted furiously as he stormed off, leaving me with the crowd of stunned soldiers. Slowly they all began to turn to me, staring. Some were sniggering at me, and others, the ones who I thought I knew well…started to give me dirty looks as I began to run back the way I came crying. "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET YOU DUMB WHORE!"
"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO JAZZ?!"
"STICK TO YOUR OWN SPECIES!"
"HE TRUSTED YOU!"
I didn't stop running until I reached my room. What happened? Why did he break up with me? Why doesn't he believe me?
XXXXX
Third person's pov
Celestial stayed in her room, sobbing over what had happened. Jazz had broken up with her, and humiliated her in public. Or so it seemed.
Celestial couldn't bring herself to leave her bed. She only left to get food from her pantry or to go to the bathroom. She was hurt and confused. Jazz had seemed so angry, and yet so unlike himself that day. She idly wondered if it was really him, or if it was all a bad dream. Her hopes were dashed later on the second day when she answered the door to find that the blanket that she made for him lay ripped in two in front of her room. With a heart broken sob, she drug the blanket inside her room and onto her bed where she wept herself to sleep underneath it.
By the third day, Celestial felt numb. She wanted to talk to Jazz, to try and change his mind, but she feared what would happen if she tried. She needed to get away, to talk to someone. "B…Bluestreak?"
"Hey Celeste! You okay?"
"N…no. Blue, are you on base?"
"I am…need to go for a drive?"
"Yeah… can you meet me at my room in 10?"
"Sure."
"Thanks…"
She trailed off as she pulled herself together as much as she could. With a quick shower and a quick change of clothes, she grabbed a few things she'd need; her wallet, emergency sewing kit, cell phone and its charger and stuffed them into her purse before walking out the door, and stepping into Bluestreak. She was dressed low key, a long silver t-shirt and some black leggings with tennis shoes. She couldn't bear to look out the window at Jazz's passing room and office, and she hung her head as some of the soldiers that saw her yelled out or mouthed rude words and phrases. "Ummm, everything okay?"
"No. Can you take me here? Please?"
She asked pleadingly as she showed him an address in Idaho. He simply nodded his holoform's head before letting Wheeljack know that he needed a bridge there.
Once on the other side of the groundbridge, Bluestreak and Celestial drove for about an hour before she had him stop by a gas station. She ran inside, and got a bouquet of flowers before they continued their journey. Less than twenty minutes from their destination, Celestial stopped Bluestreak again, this time, she laid a single flower at a cross that was on the edge of the road before getting back in, and continuing to their destination. A memorial park. Once there, Celestial stepped out of Bluestreak, and climbed up a green sloped hill before she knelt before two graves. It was there that she laid the flowers as she silently cried. Much to Bluestreak's concern, Celestial stayed kneeling for a couple of hours, seemingly talking to someone, before eventually rising and slowly walking back to him.
He was silent as she said a quiet thank you, before getting back inside of him. "Was…. were those your parents?"
She simply nodded yes. "I'm really sorry Celestial. I didn't know that they weren't around."
"It's not something I talk about a lot. It's not your fault."
"What…I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't ask, because you might think I'm rude and all, but what and who were you talking to?"
Celestial noticed the steadiness in his voice. She remembered that when talking about sad things, Bluestreak usually tended to babble less. She chalked it up to how he deals with his trauma from his childhood. "Blue, I was talking to my parents. You…you see, all I really ever wanted is to have what they had. Blue, they really really loved each other. They'd never even considered divorce, or splitting up…"
"What happened?"
"I don't even really remember. It was hot that day. We were in between cities for our shows, making great time. The heat made me tired, so I decided to fall asleep in the back seat, the last thing I remember saying to them is that I loved them…"
"And then what?"
"I don't remember all of the crash. I remember my parents screams, and the blare of a horn before I felt my whole body jerk forward and slam back. When I woke up next, I was in the hospital, but I was fine, my parents weren't."
She said as tears dripped from her eyes. "Celestial- "
"My mom, died on impact, and my dad was taken off life support by my stupid no good uncle! He adopted me, abused me, used me for his own personal gain until I was rescued!"
"Rescued?"
"For some odd reason, the Decepticons wanted me for something. Knockout I think, was trying to kidnap me. But Jazz saved me."
She said taking in the scenery as they drove into the city. It was raining hard. Not 'God hates humanity' hard, but pretty hard. "We became friends so fast, and then when we started dating…I really thought that he was the one…"
Bluestreak was paying rapt attention to her, and the road when a shiver went through his chassis. Something was wrong. "I still think he is the one Bluestreak. I wanna marry him, love him forever. But now? He probably never wants to see me again! And I don't know why."
Bluestreak pushed his gut feelings aside as he looked at her confused. "What do you mean by that? Jazz still loves you."
"No, he doesn't. Blue, he broke up with me a few days ago. A lot of people saw it…"
"Celestial, Jazz hasn't been back to base since he and the other's shipped out. He's been tracking the Decepticons with Hound, Ironhide and the others. He was supposed to go back three days ago for rest, but he said that he wanted to find the cons for you. So, you could be safer."
He said while discreetly picking up speed. There was a Decepticon signature following them. He had to get a bridge back, or at the very least call for help…
"But wait…if he didn't come back, then who did?"
"Well, I came back yesterday, and Jazz let Sunny, Sides, and Tracks trade with Chromia, Arcee and Flareup, for the remainder of their shift because they got banged up really bad. I mean they were in serious pain after they fought off a few drones. But…now that I think about it…I don't think I've ever seen the three of them loose to a drone, let alone a few that are attacking at one time. Maybe they had an off day?"
"Blue…what do you mean a few drones?"
"Well I mean a few… few is small, right? They maybe fought off three drones total, before Jazz sent them ahead of him, he had already texted you I think. He really was looking forward to hanging out with you when he got back…"
He said as he noticed a second Decepticon signature coming towards him. He immediately sent out an emergency beacon as well as a distress call over the communications relay to everyone. Sharpshooter he may be, miracle worker he was not. Especially when the signatures came back reading that they were from Barricade, and Knockout. Barricade was hard to fight one on one, but having Knockout closing in on him from behind would put him at a nasty disadvantage.
"Then that means…Jazz still loves me! Bluestreak!"
"Uh…Celestial…"
"We're still together! I can't wait to see him! And I have so much good news to tell him!"
"Celestial- "
The Decepticons were closing in on them. Quickly. He had to at least warn her, and come up with some sort of plan…
"And when I get my hands on those three, I'm gonna kill them! Oh, but that doesn't matter right now!"
"Celestial- "
"Because I love Jazz…"
"Celeste!"
"And he loves me!"
"…."
"And so long as we both know that, that's all that matters! I can't wait to tell him how much I love- "
"BRACE YOURSELF!"
Bluestreak yelled as he swerved around Barricade who had decided to charge him head on in traffic. Bluestreak gunned it, driving faster than his alt should have gone, which for an Audi sport model is pretty fast. But sadly, not fast enough. Bluestreak barely skidded into a warehouse area before he had to slow down and let Celestial get out so that he could defend her. And the two Decepticons closed the distance fast. As Celestial ran, she risked glances over her shoulder at Bluestreak who was no fighting Barricade. She Knockout come swerving by the two before he spotted her. She ducked into a building and quickly holed herself up in a protective room. She sat silently and still as the Medic from hell called out for her, snarled at her and cursed her and her friends before all went quiet. All she could hear were the grunts from the two bots outside before she heard something that made her break into tears, while also making her skin crawl. It was the sound of Bluestreak trying to fight them both off, and failing. She heard his pained cries and nothing else for only seconds before one of Barricade's hands smashed through the walls of her temporary safe haven and grabbed her. She was quickly deposited into Knockout's hands before he kicked Bluestreak in the back, where one of his wings used to be before he transformed down and around her and drove off, with Barricade in tow. Bluestreak was able to make out one thing Celestial said as this happened; "Nooooooo! Bluestreak! Get up! Don't die! Please don't leave him to die!". But her eyes said so much more in addition to that. Her eyes showed that she was scared, she was hurt, and that she was sorry. For everything.
By the time the Autobots found him, the Decepticons were long gone, and Bluestreak was barely functioning. Jazz had been among the first on the scene. All Bluestreak could do was apologize as Ratchet, Jolt and Ironhide picked him up before they stepped through the bridge back to base.
"What the frag were you doing out there?! Fighting two Decepticons by yourself!"
Ratchet snarled.
"You should have called for help sooner youngling!"
Ironhide groused as he picked up his missing door wing. "You're fragging lucky you're alive! Thank Primus you're alive and online!"
Ratchet ranted with slight relief as they began to jog to the Medbay "Celestial…"
"What bout Celeste? Blue! Where is she?"
Jazz asked with obvious concern in his voice. Bluestreak silently began to cry. "'M sorry Jazz. They have her. The cons…they got her. I tried to save her but I couldn't protect her!"
He wept as he was carried into the Medbay. "What?! Blue!"
He shouted as he attempted to storm into the Medbay, only to be held back by Hound and Ironhide. He fought them hard as the sickening realization set in.
The Decepticons have his femmefriend.
Celestial is gone.
A/N: Hello! Its been over six months. I AM SO SORRY! I have no intention of abandoning any of my stories, especially this one since I am starting a new story arc for it. There will be twists, there may be tears, and the fluff will return. You have all been warned.
This chapter was meant to be two maybe two and a half separate chapters, but I really wanted a long chapter for you guys, and I decided to just rip the Band-Aid off and do it all in one. Sorry if it feels rushed, but also know that in the next chapter, there will be more explanation of what happened in this chapter...or at least parts of it!
And also, Update on why I've been gone. Yeah, yeah, you're all probably shaking your heads going "we know, we know, school." Well, fun fact... I have an associate's degree now! And not only do I have an associate's degree, I have also started my bachelor's, but I also intend to start substitute teaching! That second thing might not work out until later since I'm adjusting to a new school, but that's not the point!
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