Here we go again...

"Hrk!"

Tala closed her eyes as her inside twisted before she had to throw up. She barely made it to the bathroom but the human sized Jazz had helped her that last few feet and supported her.

"...This is...going to get old, really fast..."

The Mazda nodded in agreement, still keeping his right arm around the Decepticon-turned-human as she swayed and grasped her shoulder with his other hand, "Hang in there girl."

"Blah." Tala made a face then paused, "Oooo...! Hrk! ...owe..." After a few minutes the women was able to lean back and, with some help scooted back so she could lean on a wall. Closing her eyes Tala sighed, "Hey Jazz?"

"Yeah Tal'?" Jazz's visor glowed a little brighter as he took in the exhausted human.

"Could you do me a favor?"

"Wan' me ta check up on 'Jack, an' making sure he's okay?"

"Yeah," Tala nodded slowly, pushing her hair back, "Please?"

"Just chill an' let da Jazzman take care o' things." Jazz grinned as he gave Tala a mock salute.

She smiled back, "Thanks."

"No problem-o." The Mazda stood and went the way he'd come, the backyard of Chance Sanctuary where Bluestreak and Wheeljack where.

Tala sighed deeply and she drew up her knees and closed her eyes again. What was she doing? Or rather why was she doing this for Autobots? Her whole organic body shook now that Jazz was gone. She was sick enough that she wouldn't be able to stand for at least a half an hour.

Giving the Charm energies to Wheeljack had been much harder than when she gave it them to Jazz.

The organic Decepticon opened her eyes again and for a moment they looked like they were solid glowing red. Like optics until she blinked a few times and rubbed at her face.

A different kind of sick feeling settled in Tala's gut, "It's going to get worst every time isn't Primus?"

There was no answer that came, not that the once-Seeker had been expecting one.

.o.o.o.

Wheeljack let out an explosive burst of hot air from his intakes in a form of a sigh. The world finally stopped its erratic jig as he equilibrium settled back into place.

Worried blue optics were looking down at him and a set of grey hands still held onto the Ford's arm.

"Hey Bluestreak..." Wheeljack shook his head and slowly levered himself up into a sitting position (when did he fall over?), "Thanks," he added when the younger mech helped him.

"Are you okay Wheeljack?" The Avalon asked dropping down to his knees beside the engineer. He glanced over and the 'L' shaped house and saw the human sized Jazz comes out.

Bluestreak stared at Jazz for a long moment and than shook his head. He didn't think he was going to get use to seeing any full sized Autobot. Though Bluestreak would admit that seeing a Decepticon that small (outside of Soundwave's cassettes mind you...And Blaster's come to think about it) wouldn't be that bad.

"How are ya doin' 'Jack?" Jazz asked and, without chancing his size he rested his tiny, in comparison, black hands on Wheeljack's thigh armor.

"Whoa..." The Ford shook his head again before peering down at the little black and white with new and renewed interest. There was something different that Wheeljack could...not see, but sense coming off of Jazz. A little like the light buzzing sensation he had when the Mazda had first used his own Charm energy.

Only now it was amplified, both in that Jazz was using more to stay small and Wheeljack himself now had the Charm.

"Yep, it's like that." Jazz grinned up at the two. He didn't change because he was pretty sure he and the other two might cause damage to Chance Sanctuary. What Tala had said not an hour ago was still a valid threat ("Harm my place and I'll show why I'm still a Seeker!"). It was the same threat she gave him that first night.

"You'll feel better any minute now." Jazz said as he scrambled up to sit on Wheeljack's leg, smiling at the still concerned Bluestreak. "I'm gonna be helpin' ya figer out how ta us Charm since Tally's revisiting Burger King." He made a face but shrugged it off.

"Am I going to have to go through that?" Bluestreak asked warily, still hold Wheeljack, both more from the need to be close to someone rather than supporting the older mech.

"It's not as bad as it seems." Wheeljack said, with all the patience and reassurance he used when dealing with the Dinobots or any sparkling as the Ford reached up to pat the gunner's hand. "Just a little..."

"Different." Jazz finished, "Trust me, the Twins' home made high grade is a whole slag of a lot worse."

Bluestreak's door wings lifted back up and he smiled back at the two at last.

Queen's notes: Holy slag it's been a long time, but Chance Sanctuary is BACK! Mostly due to the fact Bluestreak has latched onto me and won't let me go, even to go to the bathroom...it's REALLY embarrassing trust me. So watch out for a clingy Toyota Avalon people. As her can see here:

Bonus thing! (Not apart of the Chance Sanctuary storyline just a goodie for me being over a year late)

"Hi Jazz!"

"Hi guys..."

The new voice drew the attention of both the human-size Autobot and the Decepticon-turned-human's attention at once. Tala lifted her head off of the tire on Jazz's shoulder, where she had been resting. Jazz himself didn't mind her riding piggyback, mostly since Tala couldn't walk in a strait line at the moment (being drunk tended to do that).

The black and while Autobot quirked an optic ridge up at the sight that greeted him in the living room of Chance Sanctuary. He grinned.

"Well this explains why ya didn't want ta come clubin' wit us Blue." The Mazda chuckled as he diverted from his original goal of bringing Tala back to her room. He guessed that she's want to be apart of this, drunk or no.

"Yeah I guess." Bluestreak, also human sized and half sitting, half stretched out on the largest of the three couches. One of his door wings was flattened down on his back and the other angled so both wouldn't be twitched the wrong way.

But what the really focus of both Jazz and Tala was the woman that was on top of the Avalon. She was quit firmly trapped where she was too, and Bluestreak showed not a single glimpse of a sign that he was going to let go any time soon.

Tala giggled softly as she slid ungracefully off Jazz's back and onto one of the two free couches. She grinned at the woman Bluestreak had, "Wow, dinna think I'd see ya around 'ere again Omie."

The woman, Omicron, shrugged, "Well I didn't have a choice in the matter." The author eyed her character, "Where did you two go?"

"I donna know." Tala slurred her words a little and atomically leaned on Jazz once he sat down too, "Jazz pinked da place, I wasssn't paying attention ta where e' was drivin'."

"Where'd ya find her Blue?" Jazz asked, wrapping an arm around Tala when she swayed a little, sitting or no her balance was gone.

"Outside," Bluestreak grinned and shifted his hold on the author, resting his chin on the top of the woman's head. "I missed her." He added and pulled Omicron up a little, the image looking like a child hugging his favored stuffed toy. Only the 'toy' was a human and the 'boy' an Autobot.

"And ya puttin' up wit this?" Jazz looked Omicron in the eyes.

The author shrugged as best she could, "Again I don't have much of a choice, being an Author or not he's still stronger than I am."

"What about all those Author powers or what ever da slag they're bein' called now-a-days?"

"Karma." Omicron gave a half smile, "I've been evil to my characters for some time now. Besides I'd rather be Bluestreak's living plushy than see Icy at the moment."

"I donna wanna know what ya did." Tala frowned, knowing how 'evil' her creator could get. Her eyes iwhere half lidded now.

"You don't," Omicron grinned, wrapping an arm around the metal ones hugging and pinning her.

"Guess you're stayin' the night huh?" Jazz chuckled as he pulled the now dosing Tala into his lap, not minding as she resting her head on the bumper that made up his chest.

"Yes." Bluestreak said and, in all tenses and purposes, snuggled down into the couch with the human.

"I guess so." Omicron smiled as she hugged one of the forearms holding and pinning her.

"You should have been here earlier." Wheeljack said as he walked in, the panels on the side of his head glowing softly outside of flashing in time with his words. That, as well as the slight narrowing on the ends of his optics showed that he was smilling.

"Oh?" Jazz tilted his head in interest.

"I was a living plushy," Omicron explained, "Blue wasn't this size when he grabbed me."

"I got it on film." Wheeljack beamed as the author rolled her eyes and Jazz snickered.

"There's one for the wall!"

"Yeah, yeah," Omicron sighed, "Just don't tell anyone who I am if they see okay? It's hard enough for Tala but for someone like Prowl to get his head around I'm the one keeping you guys alive and I'm the one who gave you all this second chance..."

"Primus doing this is a lot easier to believe." Wheeljack nodded with Jazz.

"You guys have fun dar'," The Mazda said grinning at Bluestreak who nodded happily. Jazz stood up with a now completely zonked out ex-Seeker in his arms, "I still got ta get Tala 'ere ta bed."

"...that sounded so wrong." Omicron snorted her laughter and Jazz chuckled with the other two Autobots.