Ok, so there was an idea that my little sister and I came up with: what was Jack doing during the events of Bayverse? And so that got me thinking and eventually this came up and would not leave. This first one is set during the first Bayverse movie (Ben is around 11/12 so Jack would be about 3). And just to let you know, May and Ty Darby do know what June and Jack are...June explained it to them.

What if when Optimus came to Earth in the movie, he wasn't watched by Sam or Mikaela? What if that day Jack was brought to the Base wasn't the first time he saw his father?

*Hint: Play Optimus from the Transformers score towards the end...it really sets it up

Chapter 1

Arrival to Earth

"Whee! 'gain Gwandpa 'gain!" the dark haired boy squealed as his grandfather hurled him skyward, "Whee!"

"Ty be careful!" the boy's grandmother chastised, "He's fragile!"

The boy let out a joyful trilling chirp that reminded his grandfather of a bird or something like that. He turned to the boy's mother, who had just walked out the door.

"He's fine," she reassured him as she took the boy from his grandfather and held him to her chest, "He's just…"

The boy nuzzled into her shoulder, his bright blue eyes shining happily as a soft purring rumble started up from his chest.

He murmured something in a strange clicking, whirring dialect and his mother murmured something back.

"Happy," she finished.

"Well as long as he's happy, we're happy June," the boy's grandmother smiled, "Besides, it's really hard not to see him happy,"

"He's got a loving family, a nice home, and the world, for the most part, is at peace," June said with a sad smile, "No bad men can hurt you, right Jack?"

"Wight!" Jack chirped, giggling as he clapped his hands together.

"Alright little one, let's get you all cleaned up, ok?" June asked, smiling as she rubbed foreheads with her tiny son.

"Otay!" Jack giggled as June made her way back into the house, her adopted parents behind her.

Jack was very good when it came to baths, in fact, the former femme believed that the little sparkling would live in the water if he was able to.

"Something you and your father share, sparkling," June thought, "Even as Orion Pax, Optimus loved to swim,"

She dried her son off and put him in his pajamas, making his blued ebony hair stick out every which-way. As soon as she pulled the pale blue pajamas imprinted with tiny cars over her son's head, Jack shot off, giggling like mad!

"Come back here you little monster!" June teased, getting up and chasing after her son.

She stopped in the living room, looking around and trying to spot her little boy.

"Hmm…now where could you have scampered off to?" June hummed, looking around.

"C'mon, 'Lita, think…he can't have gotten too far…"

Suddenly, there was a harsh zapping sound from the hall and June bolted into it, her bare feet skidding on the wooden floor…just to see Jack on his rear end, blinking as he stared at the electrical outlet.

"Jack!" June cried, coming towards him and placing her larger hands on his tiny shoulders, "Are you ok?"

The little boy looked up at her with optic-like electric blue eyes, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Oh no…" June started, trying to renew her grip on her son but Jack slipped out of her reach, squealing happily at the top of his lungs as he bolted down the hall and around the living room.

"What is going on here?" May Darby asked, coming into the room right as June lunged at the little three year old only to fall flat on her face.

"He has what would be our equivalent to a sugar rush," June panted as she got back up, "Get back here!"

"Can't catch me Mommy!" Jack trilled, hiding under the couch…where June couldn't reach him.

"You'll have to come out some time little mech," June growled playfully, "And I will be here when you do,"

"Nuh uh!" Jack giggled, shaking his head, "Everythin' bright Mommy! It pwetty! Pwetty colors!"

"I'm gonna 'pwetty colors' you," June told him, "C'mon, Jack, let's go to bed,"

"NO!" Jack wailed, "No bed! Not sweepy!"

And he shot out from under the couch only for June to attempt to catch him again. June stopped, panting.

"A little help?" she asked, looking at her adoptive parents, who were laughing at her predicament.

"When it comes to little tykes and their sugar rushes…hate to break it to you June, you're on your own," Ty chuckled.

Four hours later…Jack crashed in June's arms.

The tiny child was nearly asleep…but he wouldn't stay that way.

June sat down in her rocking chair next to Jack's 'big boy' bed that his grandfather had made and pulled a blanket over top of them both.

"Sing, Mommy!" Jack ordered sleepily.

June gave a soft smile and kissed the top of his head, softly singing the melody that she knew by heart.

"As we see the same light
And in that moment
It will be alright
If you miss a falling star
I'll catch it for you
Keep it in my heart
And we can share it too

Keep holding on
As life goes along
Pain is short-lived
As you are so strong
I will hold your hand
And look in your eyes
But it is only then
That our star will shine."

As she finished, she saw the stormy blue eyes flutter shut and Jack's breaths becoming deep and even.

"He looks so innocent when he's asleep, you wouldn't know all the trouble he causes," May's voice came from the doorway.

June looked up at her adopted mother.

"All little ones do,"

"Even where you come from?"

"Even on Cybertron," June nodded, "I…you do not know how lucky you all are. Your planet is untouched by the War, you have a home…I…I don't. Not anymore. And Jack's father…I don't even know where he is and…"

She stopped, tears starting to spill down her cheeks. May came up and put her arms around her adopted daughter.

"You'll see him again, Elita One, I know you will," May told her, kissing her cheek affectionately, "Now…it's time to get some rest,"

"I'm staying in here with Jack tonight," June stated, "His nightmares have been coming on full force again…I want to be here when he wakes up,"

"Alright," May nodded, "I'll see you both in the morning,"

She leaned down and kissed her grandson's forehead.

"Goodnight, Jack, Goodnight, June,"

"Goodnight,"

*A/N play the song during this part...it sets it up quite nicely

Later that night, Jack woke up. There hadn't been a nightmare, that was for sure…but he had the strangest feeling that he should wake up…

And go outside.

The three year old carefully slipped out of his mother's protective embrace, not waking her, and toddled towards the front door.

Living out in the middle of nowhere meant that his grandpa very rarely locked the door.

And luck happened to be on Jack's side…the door wasn't locked!

The little boy pushed on the door, making it open with a faint creak, and continued outside. He hopped off the porch, careful to avoid the second step ('cause it squeaked) and the fourth step (there was a big nail that his Mommy always tripped over).

He finally set his bare feet on the dust and grass of the Nevada desert floor and looked up at the star-spangled heavens. It was a gorgeous late summer night. He could see alllll the stars that Mommy had painted on his ceiling! And there was the pretty star right by the moon! It might have been really dull compared to most other stars…but Jack liked it. A lot!

His little day…nightdream…was interrupted by four streaks of light that were blazing through the sky. Jack let out a gasp as the shooting stars seemed to break formation, peeling off one by one…until one remained, hurtling towards his house!

The shooting star blazed past him, so close that he could feel it's heat but yet far enough that it wouldn't burn him too badly.

And it crashed into his backyard!

Jack started toddling towards the crater as fast as his three year old legs could carry him, finally stopping as he looked at the old tree that had caught on fire from the star's landing. He peered down into the crater and saw a huge metal oval shape.

He wanted to go down and investigate…and he nearly did…if not for the metal shape starting to shift and whirr various metal parts twisting out and away, clicking into shape, forming arms and legs and a torso and a head while two brilliant royal blue eyes flickered into being. The oval had transformed into something vaguely human shaped…but much much bigger!

The figure stood up, pausing for a moment as if to get its bearings. Jack stared up in awe of the giant…but he wasn't afraid. He knew that someone else would run…but he knew that it was a good guy. Even better…he knew this creature!

After all…its eyes looked like his and like Mommy's when she was scared.

Jack started closer, but his foot slipped and he started tumbling down the crater. He nearly hit his head on the molten rock…when a warm, large hand caught him.

Jack looked up at the blue eyed creature with a mixture of child-like curiosity and overwhelming joy.

He reached out his tiny hands to the creature's face.

"Daddy!" he chirped.

The metal being jerked backwards, blinking rapidly.

"I think you have me confused for someone else, little human-spark," the creature rumbled softly.

Jack beamed at the warm, rich voice and shook his head.

"Uh uh," he disagreed, "Daddy!"

"Where did you come from, sparkling?"

Jack closed his eyes contentedly, he wanted to hear that voice again and again and again. He remembered hearing it a long, long time ago…singing the lullaby that his mommy always sang to him.

"Sparkling?"

Jack's own royal blue gaze snapped to the metallic being's own and he pointed in the direction of his house.

"I will take you home, sparkling," the being said gently, "Your family will be missing you, won't they?"

Jack shook his head and grabbed the creature's thumb.

"Daddy here," he said stubbornly.

"No, sparkling," the creature told him softly as he carefully made his way towards the farmhouse, "I am not. But your carrier is no doubtedly missing you,"

"Mommy sleeping," Jack told him, "She no miss,"

"Perhaps…but when she awakes she will," the being stated, gently kneeling down and sliding his servo under the porch's roof, "Off you get, little sparkling,"

"No!" Jack whined, grabbing the thumb again, harder this time, "No go! Not leave Daddy!"

"Sparkling…"

"No!"

The being paused for a minute, cocking his helm to the side.

"Sparkling, what is your name?"

"Jack," Jack replied.

"Well, then, Jack, I need you to promise me something," the metallic giant started softly.

"Wha?"

"I need you to protect your family, can you do that for me, Jack?" he asked, "You keep them safe?"

"Safe?"

"Yes, safe,"

"O…Otay Daddy," Jack started.

"Jack, you need to let go…just so you can keep them safe, alright?"

Jack gave a dejected nod and let go of the giant's thumb, sliding off the silver servo and coming to a rest on the porch.

"Remember your promise…Jack," the giant started as he got up and started to walk away.

"Daddy!" Jack keened, "No Daddy! No go! Daddy no go!"

The giant's helm bowed slightly, but he still continued on his way, stopping on top of a hill and looking out over the highway, Jack's cries still in his audios…

And Jack watched as the creature scanned a passing vehicle…and transformed into a massive semi.

"Jack!" came June's cry from within the house, "Jack where are you?! JACK ANSWER ME!"

June opened the porch door just as the semi drove down the side of the hill and went onto the highway, racing towards the city.

"There you are!" June breathed, picking up the boy and holding him close, "You had me worried sick!"

"I otay," Jack reassured her, "I with Daddy,"

June's cobalt gaze turned dark and sad as she bowed her head.

"Sweety, Daddy's not here,"

"Not now," Jack sighed, "He was though! He dwove off! A big twuck Mommy! Weally big!"

June gave a sad smile.

"You've got a really big imagination, little one," she told him.

"But I tellin' the twuth!" Jack protested, "I see Daddy! An' he tuwn into big twuck! I saw!"

"You're dreaming, Jack," June said, walking back towards the door, "People don't turn into trucks,"

"But big wobots do," Jack huffed.

June sighed and shook her head, looking sadly towards the highway that the truck had just disappeared down.

"It seems our son misses you just as much as I do, Optimus Prime," June thought sadly as she closed the door behind her.

Weeks later, Optimus came into the makeshift Base's hangar from his quarters. It had been a long and insane day…but that wasn't what was bothering him.

He kept going back to the little boy that he had met when he came to earth. He had told no one of the incident, not even Ratchet for fear of being laughed at and whisked away to the medical bay for a processor scan.

Him, the father of a human child? It was impossible.

And even if it were possible, Elita would have his spark if he even thought about it.

Perhaps the boy had lost his sire when he was young, and Elita always said that he had drawn the sparklings to him back on Cybertron.

He shook his helm. It wasn't important…he had bigger things to worry about.

"Dad?" came Bumblebee's voice as he walked in, "Are you ok?"

"I am fine, Bumblebee," Optimus dismissed, "I was just…thinking,"

"About what?"

"…Nothing…it's nothing," Optimus told him.

But he couldn't shake the boy's pained cries as he walked off out of his processor.

"Daddy! No Daddy! No go! Daddy no go!"

Next will be Revenge of the Fallen...and we all know what happened then...

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.