Hey guys, CrimsonGallade here with a brand spanking new story. Hopefully this goes well. There will be no form of pairing or slash here. No Smokescreen X OC or any of that. More like a complicated father-son relationship. Side note: This is movieverse! but I will not be following the time line! However, Smokescreen will have a design similar to Prime AU.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own the Transformers franchise in any way, shape, or form. I only own my Oc(s) and that is all. If you would like to use my Oc for any reason at all PM me and we'll think of something.

Without further ado welcome to Family Comes First.

"I just don't understand this anymore. He's been through the system at least six times and time after time the 'parents' seem to have some complaint or excuse to not be able to take care of him." Audrey muttered tiredly as it was peaking at just 2 o'clock in the morning when the foster parents decided that they just weren't ready to house a teenager. Derek McClain was a good kid at heart but, he just had some difficulties speaking his mind and relying on others around him for help. He was self kept but with a little elbow grease surely he would open up to someone, the Gilberts had no right to just casually make the young male pack his things and send him away with his social worker.

"How you holdin' up back there Derek?" Audrey queried tiredly for what seemed like the tenth time tonight. Instead of giving any vocal response Derek simply shrugged his shoulders slightly and forced his pale hands into the deep crevices of his sweater. He was never much of a talker. At least not since the passing of his grandfather. Around him Derek was a whole different being, you probably wouldn't even notice him until you looked close enough. Around his late grandfather Derek was an open book just waiting to be read, now the male was a teen of few words. Ever since the funeral the teen shut almost everyone out. It seemed as though he was locked away in his own little world and only Derek had the key.

"Well, when we arrive at my office I'm going to have to make a few calls so, you can sit tight in the waiting area until I'm done alright?" All she got was a small nod from the 14 year old. Poor kid, no family left in his life so Audrey could only vaguely imagine what he was going through.

When they arrived at the office Audrey didn't even have to lead Derek to the office seeing that he had been here enough times to know the place like the back of his hand. It was a saddening sight at most. He was here since he was about ten. For most of his life Derek had lived with his grandfather in North Carolina. There was no clue as to where his parents were in the world at the moment. All the social worker ever knew was that he was left on his grandfathers doorstep without a note explaining why.

There were stories that went around the office that Derek's father, Elijah McClain, served in the army beside the world renowned Autobots. It's said in his file that he served for seven years before he all of the sudden went missing. Files stated the his closest partner, aside from his wife, was a mech by the name of Smokescreen. Based on his records Smokescreen was somewhat of a new recruit and he was a young warrior at that.

While peering at his files what Audrey didn't fail to notice was that for every emergency contact Smokescreen was written down. Did the man really trust his sons life in the hands of a young warrior this much? Not even his wife's number was there as much as the mech's. The blonde haired woman sighed heavily and ran a hand through her hair. It made no sense to try and contact the wife seeing that she had gone M.I.A some time ago. The only option was to get a hold of this particular Autobot and see what she could possibly do.

Without another look at the files Audrey quickly picked up the receiver of the main desk phone and tapped the digits to the sentients Comm. Link. Please let him pick up.

Smokescreen quickly entered his quarters and made his way to the single berthroom. His schedule was packed for that day and the events prior had more than likely taken all of the energy from his sore frame. First it was sharp-shooting with Ironhide in the shooting range, which he had almost lost an optic for. Then it was the annual check-up with Hatchet that the mech hadn't been looking forward to at all for that matter. And lastly, to top it all off he was stuck with patrol because apparently everbot else had something much better to do than their own rounds.

The young warrior let out a heavy vent before finally falling back on his berth. This was all worth it in the end. In order to become elite you must train strenuously and put all of you effort into everything action you take. At least that's what he learned at the Academy,and only the best of the best was trained there. Just look at Prowl, he went from being a clutzy mech to a fraggin' SIC. That took some serious amount of work if Smokescreen ever wanted to get that far.

The mech was on the verge of recharge when his Comm. Link. suddenly let off a beeping alarm letting him know that someone, somewhere was trying to contact him. And whoever it was was certainly relentless because the beeping never ceased, even well after it's sixth ring.

With a weary groaned the mech accepted the call before stating, "You've reached Smokescreen however, please know that it is two in the fragging morning and the sun hasn't even begun to rise." The caller better have a good reason for this late night call.

"I'm well aware of the time Smokescreen. Now if you're quite finished I will continue. Unless of course you have no concern for Derek McClain." She knew that would get to him somehow in her gut.

"Derek?! Primus, how is he? Is he in trouble? Are the Cons' after him because I swear to-" The mech was cut off before he could inquire anymore,"Derek is fine Smokescreen. Well about as fine as a boy can be when they've just been put the the fostering system for about the sixth time." At that the mech inwardly flinched. How is it possible that a lovable youngling like Derek could have been given up on that many times?

"Six? Last time I was with him he was with a famliy designated as The Gilberts." He thought that would have been it but now he could see that he had been oh so very wrong.

"Yes well. The called out of my sleep stating how they just couldn't handle a teen such as him. They have their right to sign the child back to the agency with a perfectly good reason. God knows just how they pulled it off with that sorry excuse." The woman shook her head soflty, "Anyway, I was looking through his files and for almost all the emergency contacts Mr. McCain seemed to entrust you the most with his son."

Smokescreen was smart enough to tell what she was getting at here. He and Elijah were in inseparable almost all of the time during the Battle at Chicago. They shared stories with one another and over time they gained each others trust and bonded as best friends. Elijah didn't skimp out on the fact that he and his wife were expect a baby boy. He congratulated the two but was heavily surprised when Elijah had appointed Smokescreen as his Godcreator. When he searched up the term he was overjoyed with himself and agreed that if anything should happen to the two of them then Smokescreen would come in so Elijah wasn't completely alone.

However, feeling that it was the safest way to handle things after the sudden disappearing act of the couple the young warrior had left him in the hands of the Gilberts. They seemed trustworthy and loving to meet Smokescreens expectations, and believe him, he was very thorough with what he expected out of the two. There may or may not have been some threats here and there but that was only because he cared too much to his charge hurt. But it turned out that they couldn't uphold their part of the bargain.

"So, you want me to take lil' ole Derek in?" Was that really the best choice as of now? As he thought about it more and more Smokescreen came to the conclusion that a familiar face was what the teen needed as of right now. "Of course I'll take the champ in. It's gonna take me a while to reach you but believe that I'm on my way to bring Derek home." There was hidden conformation in his vocals meaning that he was extremely serious. That was a rarity in the usually upbeat mech.

When the Comm clicked off Smokescreen made his way out of his quarters and requested that a plane be ready for a round trip. This time he was bringing very precious cargo with him.

There goes chapter one. I really feel good about this. It's in my bones. Anyway, review and leave some comments for me! X) Thanks for reading! -CrimsonGallade