Disclaimer: Meh, same as always. No more Jazz toy, so it's no longer in the disclaimer.

The slightly longer chapter eight.

Warning! Refrence to slash. None of it actually in here, but refrences. Been warned.

"Man, did you have to make her faint?"

"Wasn' my fault! Ah didn't know she was gunna! Otherwise ah wouldn't've done dat!"

"Sure you wouldn't have, Jazz."

"Shut up, Siders!"

"Ow! Sunny!"

"Both of you, shut up! She's coming around!"

Just as Ratchet's voice said that, I was in fact coming around. My head hurt, but I opened my eyes. Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, and Ratchet were all looking down at me. How the twins I got in there, I don't know, but they were there. Along with another mech I thought I'd never see.

"JAZZ!!" I shot up with the speed and strength of a fan-girl and was attached to the mech's neck, "How…you….you…Megatron…he-he…you…HOW?!"

Jazz – and everyone else – chuckled. "'S alright, Al. We're actually not sure 'ow ah went from…" he motioned to my toy, which was lying on the berth where I had been, "t' my original body, bu' 'ey! 'Ere ah am!"

"Thank you, Primus." I muttered into his neck as the Porsche tried to pull me from it. He laughed and rubbed my back with his thumb. "I'm going to kill you, you know."

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker laughed, "She sounds like us!" They both boasted.

Ratchet groaned and smacked his forehead, "Oh great…just what I need. Another Lambo Twin." He looked at them and all three of us grinned and gave him a thumbs up. "Should I tell Prowl you're alive?"

"Ya mean ya 'aven't yet?" Jazz asked, looking at all of them.

"He's just kidding." Sunstreaker grinned and Sideswipe nodded,

"Yeah, he called him while she was out."

"Oh snap…I fainted." I muttered, "…Aw snap. I mean, I've fainted before, because my blood sugar got too low and stuff, but I've never fainted out of shock…" I knew that if Alpha could see me, she'd be laughing her head off and Omega would be shaking his.

Jazz laughed and the twins shook their heads. The saboteur pulled me off of his neck finally and sat me down on the table. "Ya okay?" He asked. "Did Megs…?"

"Nope. No more broken ribs…for now. I'm good. My pride is wounded a bit for various reasons, but I'm good." I flashed him a thumbs up, "I guess."

"Good."

"J-Jazz?"

Everyone turned and saw Prowl standing in the doorway, a shocked look on his face as he took in the sight of his mate – who was once again his height. They stared at each other for a minute before he smiled and Jazz walked over to him. The Porsche snatched him up into a hug and I leaned on Sideswipe's hands.

"Men." I snorted, looking up at him.

"Hey!" Sideswipe joked as he watched Prowl drag Jazz out by the horn on his helmet. "Poor Jazz."

"Poor Jazz? Who are you kidding?!" I snorted, giving him a look. "You know what's going to happen as soon as they're alone."

We all exchanged knowing looks and I forced the mental images out of my head, but made a mental note to write this stuff down later.

Figure out a way back home now, write slash fiction later.

I did, however, smirk at the surprised look on the twins' faces – as well as Wheeljack's. Ratchet knew I wasn't as innocent as I pretended to be, but the others had no idea that I knew what exactly went on behind shut doors with those two.

Ooh! More mental images!!

Insert drool here as well as perverted fan-girl grin.

You need a life. Seriously.

"Not the voices again." I smacked my forehead from where I was sitting outside Jazz and Prowl's room. (Get your head out of the gutter, people!! …Okay, you're thinking exactly the right thing. Never mind.) "First Orcus now the voices…"

Head-characters, huh?

…

What?

"I'm going insane."

You already are. After all, you were born on a sugar high.

I huffed and crossed my arms, "Bite me."

Before the voice could say anything else, the door to the two's room opened and I glanced up. Jazz was coming out of their room with a smirk on his face and a tiny scratch under his chin. My guess? Prowl's sharp chevron. I chuckled slightly and he looked down.

"Whoa! 'Ey, I almost stepped on ya!" He bent down and looked at me, "Whatcha doin' down dere?"

"Waitin' for you, ya Cajun. Ya seen Screamer?"

"Come t' think of it, naw. Not since…" He trailed off and thought about it, "Ya thinkin' wha' ah'm thinkin'…?" He gave me a worried look behind his icy blue visor and I frowned, nodding.

"Decepticons?"

"Decepticawns." Jazz nodded. He offered me his hand and I stepped on.

"Jazz, I just realized something."

"What?" He glanced down at me.

"…I think you're too big now to ride on my shoulder." I gave him a grin, then sang "But I'm not too big to ride on yours…"

Jazz laughed and lifted his hands up. I scrambled on, laughing, and plopped down. Crossing my legs, I patted his cheek and did a tiny dance.

"Every Jazz fan-girl's dream…booyah!! I know some people are jealous right now…" My thoughts flickered to my sister and a few of my friends and I grinned. "I'm not usually the one to brag, after all, that's mean, but…weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"

Jazz just laughed. "You've 'ad sugah t'day, 'aven't'cha?"

"…No."

"Suuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrre…."

I gave him a full grin and flashed him another thumbs up, "Okay, maybe…one or two…pounds of candy bars."

Jazz facepalmed, "Sugah. Sugah's bad fer ya."

"But a suger high is fun!!" I did a small dance on his shoulder again. "It allows me to be crazy!!"

"You scare people, Al." Someone commented. I flipped him the finger then cursed in a few…choice Cybertronian words my dear friend Ratchet had told me.

Thank you, you snarky medic!

Jazz just shook his head, "Back t' business now, we've gotta fin' Screamer."

"…Yeah…I know…" I crossed my arms, "How?"

"We can scan…"

"Or…I can use my authoress powers as a fan girl and my annoying Mary-Sue abilities to track down the seeker! Bwahaha!!" I rubbed my hands together and cackled evilly. When Jazz gave me a look, I frowned, "Whaaaaaaaat? You KNOW all humans that come to the G1 world have that…annoying…scary ability to become Mary Sue…I shall use my ability only once…and for Good!! To find Screamer and make sure he's not being a butt head!"

I swear I think a chibi Jazz in a chibi universe fell over laughing at what I said.

Jazz raised an optic ridge and then laughed softly, "Yer odd, kiddo."

"I know." I flashed him a perky grin and gave him a cheerleader giggle that made my skin crawl even as I did it. I hate cheerleaders. "But dat's why everyone likes me! To be normal is weird, to be weird is normal. So let's be odd!"

"Back to finding Starscream, kiddo."

"Right…onwards!! Mary Sue powers activate! Form of...a giant bucket of water!" I almost jumped off of Jazz's shoulder, but then found myself attached to his shoulder, "…Can I get a ride?"

Jazz transformed and we speeded out. "Know where we're goin'?"

"Nope. Not a clue. Sorry."

The Porsche practically face faulted.

Goldie: Yeah...some crazziness in that last chapter, but I was kinda on a real sugar high when I wrote this... Plus is kinda how she acts normally. . She's just been supressing this additude with snarky comments and curses she learned from Ratchet. Ya read, please review!