This is my first Jazz oc story! I hope you guys like it! Please forgive me with his accent...I'm still trying to find the perfect balance.

I do not own Transformers. All original Transformers belong to rightful owners!

I also do not own ANY songs, name brands or media used in this story (Don't Sue me please!).

I DO own Celestial Jazmine Jackson and her cat Minty...and the plot.

Jazz: "Awww! Not another one!"

Me: "S'cuse me?"

Jazz: "Every story I'm in has me goin out with Prowl! We're jus' friends!"

Me: "Uhhhh, not this one. Oc means original character...and mine's a girl. Besides I don't write slash."

Jazz: "Well, that makes me feel better. But I'm dead!"

Me: "Not in this story. You were brought back about a month ago in this one, oh and it doesn't have anything to do with the 3rd or fourth movies. They screwed those up enough. I want nothing to do with them, as far as this story goes they never really happened.

Jazz: "All right. I can live with that. Who's my co-star?"

Me: "Her name is Celestial, and fyi she'll be telling us the story for this chapter. You'll speak up in the next chapter. She needs you."

Jazz: "Alright, ladies first. What do ya mean by she needs me?"

Me: "You'll see."

I hate my life. I hate it so fucking much right now. Why do I have to see all the weird shit that gets you kidnapped by the military? This is the second time in three years that I've seen some first class weird ass shit. Oh but I'm getting ahead of myself. Hmmm where to start? Probably the beginning.

My name is Celestial Jazmine Jackson. No you don't get to make fun of my name, I've suffered enough. No my parents weren't hippies, they worked for a traveling circus. For those who absolutely care I am Blasian. (That means black and asian) I am 19 years old and I will hopefully turn 20 this summer. (Assuming that my captors don't disappear me or dissect me) My father was the caretaker for the circus animals, and my mother kept track of the finances as well as helping make sure that the lights and people were where they needed to be. Basically a stage techie. Well they had me and I was pretty much home schooled for the first 11 years of my life. When I wasnt doing that my parents and the other circus workers taught me the tricks of the trade. I pretty much spent the majority of my time between three groups; The fortune tellers who taught me how to basically professionally read people (You can't lie to me I'll know) The magicians who taught me sleight of hand and hypnotism (I can pickpocket pretty much anyone and I can convince them to give me what I want) and the circus's seamstresses. I know that last one is off the beaten path, here I am pretty much spelling out how perfect a criminal I could be and then I veer off and say seamstress. Personally I love sewing and designing clothes. I always loved helping her sew on extra beading and sequins.

Now you'll notice I've said pretty much everything about my parents in past tense. Let me explain why. About a month after I turned 11 I got into a car accident with my parents and my mom died on impact. My dad sustained several life threatening injuries, landing him in the hospital on life support for six months. The circus paid the bills as long as they could before child services started poking around. They called my dad's brother, who was my next of kin and he opted to take my dad off life support, and so the hospital did. I had to move in with my uncle, which let me say is where everything began to go from skrewed up to fucked up. We live in east L.A. (aka the hood) and he uses me as his source of money, which he doesn't have to since he's part of a gang. (Here's a hint, I am not allowed to be seen in red anywhere) My uncle has um...well he's abusive and he's well...never mind I don't wanna talk about that right now or ever really. And don't even get me started on his stupid lackeys! Now that I've explained the last 8 years of my life, lets get on to why I'm griping.

Today was a normal ish day. The birds were singing, no gun fire, and the smog was thick over the city just how I like it. I left home and went to work in a small shopping complex near the ritzier suburbs. I have two jobs, one at a Gap, the other at a Chipotle. The good thing is that they're both within walking distance of each other, the bad news is that I have to ride the bus there. But lucky for me the freaks weren't as freaky today, which was nice since that meant that I didn't have to sprint into the Gap. I was on the floor for a few hours stocking and adjusting clothing when the strangest guys walked in, and I mean strange. They were both tall like 6'5. One was unmistakably L.A.P.D and I wouldn't be surprised if he pulled a staff out of his ass. (Dude's frown was intense!) He had bright blue eyes and his hair was stark bright white. He was of medium build and was caucasian. And boy was he tense! If I didn't know better I'd say that he was dreading something, like he knew something was wrong. The other guy was the exact opposite, he was wearing a tight fitting silver t-shirt, blue jeans, and blue sunglasses which complimented his mocha skin wonderfully. His black hair was in corn rows and tied back in a low pony tail. (He was sporting the most dazzling smile too!)

Me: "Welcome to Gap. Can I help you with anything?"

L.A.P.D: "No miss..Celestial. We are here to simply look."

Me: "Alright well let me know if you need anything."

I said going back to what I was doing which was humming and adjusting clothes. After a few moments the mocha colored dude came up to me, with two shirts, one lime green the other tangerine.

Mocha man: "S'cuse me lil lady, but I was wonderin which looks better?"

Me: "If you don't mind my asking, would you mind letting me see your eyes? It'll help."

He lifted his sunglasses onto his forehead revealing the most gorgeous cobalt blue eyes. I won't lie I was stunned for a little bit. (Not a lot of black guys have blue eyes) After I swallowed my shock I answered him.

Me: "Well First let me say that you have beautiful eyes, second I would recommend avoiding lime green. With your skin tone you should opt for colors that show off you, you know? For example bright oranges and yellows against your skin tone make it pop, complementing it. Silver does that as well as you can see. Not only that but given the fact that you're military or something similar to it, I would recommend the tangerine to show off your biceps and triceps. I also think dark maroon and blue would look good on you as well."

He looked stunned. Like I said previously I'm very good at reading people. I can probably tell you what you do for a living before you would think to say it.

Mocha man: "How'd ya know that?"

I smirked as I rung up his purchases.

Me: "Its my job to know people. That and you're cut like the boys in uniform from the surrounding bases."

He smiled back as he took his bag.

Mocha man: "Well thanks, I hope ya have a great day."

Me: "You too."

I called as he walked out the door. I resumed my tasks and helped a few customers who came in. This carried on for the rest of my shift until more of my co workers showed up. Around 3:30 I changed into my Chipotle uniform and crossed the street to my second job. It was going to be a long shift. I'm closing tonight.

Manager: "I saw you ogling that black dude earlier. Finally found your prince charming Celeste?"

I couldn't help but chuckle. He knows I hate anything having to do with damsels in distress, because if that were me I would have been saved 8 years ago.

Me: "Pfft! You spying again Brian? Honestly I'm gonna call the cops on you for your creepy ass behavior one day!"

I joked as I began to cut the steak needed for the dinner rush. And when I say rush I mean rush. People love Chipotle, and frankly I don't blame them, the food is great you're actually eating real meat and beans. Think of it as a way better really really upscale Taco Bell mixed with a subway in the sense of vast choices. It was about 7:30, I was more than halfway done with my shift, the rush had ended and I was cleaning off the counter when I saw a semi familiar face.

Mocha man: "Hey! Don't ya work at the-"

Me: "Yeah. One minimum wage job doesn't pay the bills. What can I get you?"

Mocha man: "Depends, what'd ya recommend?"

Me: "Hmmm, because of your build, probably lean proteins, your personality is fiery, so some spice; either the pico de gallo or the red sauce, cheese for texture and guac for the healthy fats."

Mocha man: "Heh, sounds good. I'll take a bowl of what ya recomended. Ya sound kinda like a friend o'mine. He's a real health nut."

Me: "Meh, I'm not so much a health nut. I personally like how this tastes."

I said as I made his order.

Brian: "Hey Celeste, take your break after your done with him alright?"

Me: "Why I feel fine-"

kick

Me: "Ow. Okay okay geeze! Psycho."

I mumbled as I rung up the mocha dude. Brian just chuckled as he went to the front of the line to make my usual burrito. He's trying to set me up with this guy, which is frankly rude. He's probably not interested in me a whole lot.

I grabbed my burrito as I sent him a quick death glare. and took a seat at one of the tables.

Mocha man: "Mind if I join ya?"

Me: "Not at all."

I said as he pulled up a seat. we ate in silence for a moment. God this is awkward.

Mocha man: "So ya name is Celestial. Pretty funky name. I like it."

Me: "Mmmhmm. I often wonder what my parents were thinking."

Mocha man: "Ya say that like ya don't have em."

I smiled sadly, no use in being rude to him, he's too nice to be.

Me: "Yeah, well I kinda lost them in an accident 8 years ago. I've lived out here since then."

Mocha man: "My condolences. Yer sportin a pretty necklace there. I've never seen one like it."

Brian: "SHE NEVER TAKES IT OFF!"

Me: "THANK YOU BRIAN!"

I shouted back. Figures he was watching. Creep.

Me: "I made it about three years ago myself."

Mocha man: "Well It's pretty cool. And this was very tasty."

I smiled, I always know what a customer will like, haven't been wrong yet.

Me: "Thank you. I had better get back to work, someone's gotta clean all those dishes back there."

Mocha man: " I better get going too."

Me: "You know, you know my name but I never caught yours."

Mocha man: "Oh, my name is Jazz."

He said as he walked out. And he said that I had a funky name!

Brian: "Soooo? How'd it gooooo?"

I punched him in his arm as a response. Asshole. After my forced dinner date I cleaned up the kitchen and piddled around for the remainder of my shift, until closing, when I hopped onto the last bus going home. Back in the hood I walked slowly to my house. I don't wanna deal with my drunken uncle right now. Let alone his-

Slime: "OOOOOO-weeeeeeee! Hey Girl!"

Sprinting, sprinting is nice! Gets you away from most threats faster than walking! I made it into the house in record speed nearly slamming the door behind me. No use in being quiet, my uncle is asleep in his chair.

Mrowr.

Me: "Hey Minty. I brought you some chicken. C'mon I'll feed you in my room."

I said as I picked up my himalayan kitten. His name is Minty because he has mint colored eyes. I found him in a box in the alley behind work one day near the end of my shift and brought him home. I usually sneak some chicken scraps home for him, since I'm not allowed to buy cat food. My uncle won't let me. He has a finger on my debit card so he can use it to buy alcohol and anything else he wants. I can only spend what's left of my paycheck and that's usually to pay the bills. Minty is my mini rock, he's quite loyal for a cat and always lets me cuddle him as much as I want.

I put the scraps down on his dish and got out my computer. No use in sitting here doing nothing. I might as well sketch...

BANG BANG BANG BANG!

Shit. That sounded close, like real close.

CRACK!

Uncle: "YO MAN WHAT THE HELL YOU DOIN BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE?!"

Hide, HIDE! Closet! Its a horrible place but I have no choice. I scooped up Minty and Shoved him in my backpack along with my computer and hid in my closet.

Man: "WHERE IS THE GIRL?! I AM LOOKING FOR A GIRL!"

Uncle: "GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY HOUSE! BEFORE I KICK YO ASS!"

BANG!

Uncle: "AHHH!"

Man: "Give me the girl and you shall live."

Uncle: "GO AHEAD AND TAKE HER! SHE'S PROBABLY IN HER ROOM IN THE BACK!"

He sold me out! What am I going to do?! I can't go anywhere! I hate to say it, but if I put on the backpack and he gets me, maybe I can shimmy out of it and escape. I can't go down without a fight though. I just cant.

Man: "AH-HA! Come with me girl!"

Me: "NO! GET AWAY YOU CREEP!"

He pinned my arms so fast! I cant move! GOD HELP ME PLEASE! I don't wanna die! I don't wanna be sold into slavery!

My uncle lay bleeding on the floor. Somebody had to have called 911 by now. Surely a neighbor would have, there's gotta be at least one decent person out there who would have. Unless that person is me, then I'm royally screwed.

He drug me outside and toward a red sports car. He must be a trafficker of some sorts to have bought that thing. Out of no where a silver sports car came speeding up the road, my captor let go of me and disappeared. He literally vanished! And his car...it was moving, shifting into something... else.

Red sports car: "You will pay for meddling in my affairs pesky Autoscum!"

The silver sports car pulled a red sports car and turned into a giant being. What. The. Hell?

The two are fighting and I'm running for cover. I don't wanna be stepped on and I don't know what else to do. Wait a minute, lets analyze that statement for a sec. Am I high right now? Seriously! This is insane!

New Being: "YOU will pay for trying to harm innocent life!"

Aaaaaaand my trip just got worse. Marvey! They'll keep fighting until some random other thing happens I suppose.

Red sports car: "CURSE YOU AUTOBOTS!"

He yelled as he changed back into a car and drove off. DOES ANYTHING ELSE CRAZY WANT TO HAPPEN?! COME ON DON'T BE SHY!

New being: "Where is the femme he was after? We must take her back to base for proper questioning."

No. Nonononononono! I DO NOT want to be a part of that! Let me off this crazy train now!

Silver sports car: "I think thats her! Hey! I know her!"

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Me: "AH!"

I've been shot. Holy cow! I've been shot! Who?!

Neighbor: "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?! KILL THEM!"

He yelled. Before I could run for cover again I was scooped up by a large hand, and placed in the silver sports car next to...

Jazz: "Yer okay! We're gonna take ya to see our medic. Whoa! Stay with me lil' lady!"

See, now you can see why I'm so pissy. I'm being kidnapped by either the military, or aliens. I can't tell since I'm blacking out.

A/N: I hope you guys like the story! Let me know what you think by following, adding the story to your favorites, and reviewing. Reviews make the world go round for us authors! As promised next chapter will be from Jazz's point of view. Love you guys!

CLYL!