Here you all go! Somewhat sad, somewhat happy. Some how I always mix the two.

Free to a Good Home part 3

The next day was a rainy Saturday, but everyone was still up by eight thirty. Well, everyone except Jazz and Leah. Chase allowed them to sleep in, seeing as it was their day off, while he got up and talked to Alex, the only one besides Sebastion who was up. Gabe was up next, and then Eric came staggering in. He was never good to talk to until he had his own special coffee, brewed the way he likes it and only he and Alex knew how to do that.

"So, any reason Leah was sleeping with you two last night?" Gabriel asked. Eric's brain had just kick started right then and he just about lost his mouthful of coffee. Alex's eyebrows and antennas shot up, then relaxed when Prowl explained.

"So who's gonna wake the two sleeping beauties?" Sebastion asked.

"I'll do it!" Alex exclaimed before Prowl could say a word. He ran off as Chase shook his head. Five minutes later, Alex came back in and said, "Jazz growled at me when I tried to move Leah and just pulled her closer to him."

Prowl smiled. "You don't know how to wake him up properly, that's why."

With that, he walked to his room and entered it. There Jazz was, clutching Leah to him and totally oblivious to what Chase was about to do. Quickly he crossed to the room to kiss in between Jazz's shoulder blades. Jazz's breathing stuttered as Chase began to kiss his way up Jazz's neck. When Jazz finally opened his eyes to see who was kissing him, Prowl made a quick and powerful dive into his mouth. When they finally broke apart, Jazz asked, "What time is it?"

"Eight thirty. You two better get up if you want breakfast."

"Okay. Wanna help me wake up Leah?" Jazz asked with twinkle of mischief in his eye. Prowl laughed and they proceeded to tickle the living daylights out of her. Squeals of laughter and many "No! Unfair! Stop! Please stop!"s erupted from the bed, but the torture soon stopped after Leah started hiccupping. Prowl pulled her into a tight hug, which surprisingly helped her stop hiccupping. Jazz grinned and said, "Come on, let's get some breakfast."

Leah's eyes went wide at the word "breakfast" and Chase felt her body stiffen in his arms. Frowning, he asked, "Sweetie, what's wrong?"

"Mr. Tailor would make breakfast on Sundays, and be really creepy about it. Touching me; on the hair, the shoulders, my hand and he would have a look on his face that wasn't nice. Once, I refused to come out of the laundry room where I slept, and he dragged me out and tried to hit me." Leah explained with a whimper.

Prowl and Jazz radiated fury. How dare that man try to harm Leah! Chase had his emotions controlled first and asked, "What made him stop?"

"Somebody rang the doorbell, and as soon as he was away I rushed back into the laundry room. There were bungee cords there and I wrapped one around the doorknob and connected it to one of the bins. It was pull only, so he couldn't get in."

Jazz wrapped his arms around both Prowl and Leah and said, "Oh, Leah. Our brave Leah."

"That was the nightmare last night. It was about Mr. Tailor," sobbed Leah as she buried her head into Prowl's chest.

"Shh, shh. It's okay, it's okay. You're safe, he's not going hurt you anymore," Prowl and Jazz said. After five minutes, Leah went from crying her eyes out to sniffing as Jazz and Chase continue to hold her. Finally, the sniffling stopped as her back was rubbed by two sets of hands.

"How about you change out of those pajamas and we'll tell the others about Mr. Tailor," Jazz proposed. Leah nodded and asked, "Can they still be happy when they see me? You know, have fun?"

"Of course, sweetheart, of course." Prowl said. With that, Leah hopped off the bed and ran to her room, leaving Jazz and Prowl to go to the kitchen and explain the whole situation. After the whole situation was explained and Leah's request said, Eric walked over to the opening to the hallway and waited. Sebastion looked at him confused. "What are you doing, Prime?"

Eric shushed him, and continued to wait for Leah. It probably would of worked too if it wasn't for the tiny purple mouse running at his feet. At the sound of squeaking at his feet, Eric looked down to see the mouse. He shook his head and yelled, "Using your powers for something like this is cheating, Leah!"

Giggling alerted Eric of Leah's position just out of the doorway, and with a grin, he swooped down and hoisted her into his arms and processed to tickle and give her raspberries. Laughter erupted from everyone as Leah squirmed and squealed. Finally, the torture ended when Eric put her down, though she was a little wobbly.

"Love the hair, girl. I hope you brush that out soon." Alex said. It was true; Leah's hair looked like a rat's nest. Grinning, she bounced as straight as she could over to the chair nearest to Gabriel.

"What's up squirt?" he asked, ruffling her hair while trying to absorb the outfit she picked out; coveralls with a blue shirt. It wasn't the shirt that caught his attention, it was the coveralls. There were tears that were improperly sewn together and patches that had seen better days.

"We're gonna need to go shopping soon. I don't think those coveralls are going to survive soon," Sebastion said. Leah looked down at her selection and said, "Oh."

Thankfully, breakfast arrived before someone went rabid and tried to eat someone else. Scrambled eggs, biscuits, potato pancakes, milk for Leah, and coffee for the adults. It was almost nine thirty by the time they were done. Soon Eric, Alex, Gabe, and Seb were downstairs, setting up and opening the garage for the day and Leah was exploring the whole house. There was Prime and Bee's room, which was somewhat messy but it wasn't like it needed to be cleaned too badly. Hide and Ratchet's room she didn't go into because of the little shards of scrap metal embodied into the carpet. She had already seen Jazz and Prowl's room, so she explored her room a little bit more.

There was dresser for her clothes, the bed that she made while she got dressed, and not really much else. After putting her clothes into the dresser, even though most are going to be thrown out, she went back to exploring the apartment. The living room was where the entertainment center was, and to get to the basement she had two sets of stairs that she could take; one from the apartment while the other was from the garage. The basement had training equipment and what looked like a safe.

Finally she raced upstairs to the garage to see the boys not really hard at work because of the hard rain that was blowing outside. Eric was working underneath a big ol' truck while Gabe and Seb had the hood of a car opened and were checking the oil. Finally, Bee was working on an engine that looked like it somewhat went up in flames.

Leah settled for Alex and rushed over to his side. Feeling the tiny hands at his leg, Alex looked down to the shining eyes of a certain five year old. He smiled. "Hey, Leah."

"Whatcha doin'?" Leah asked.

"Fixing a cracked piston. The grime here is what's killing me. It's making it hard to take the cracked one out and replace that one with a new one." Alex replied.

"Can I help?"

"Sure. Helping me take off this grime would definitely help a bunch."

"Okay!" Soon the rag that Leah had snatched off the tool box was dirty, but most of the grim was gone and the piston was replaced. Another car pulled up to Alex and Leah to be fixed and at the wheel was a soaking-wet Jazz.

"Hi, Daddy!" Leah called out, trying out the word to Jazz. Jazz's eyes sparkled with joy as he called back, "Hey Leah! Hey Alex!"

Then he adapted a playful look as he asked, "What are you doin' there Leah?"

Giggling, she replied, "Helpin' Bee!"

"Really, she is." Alex said at Jazz's raised eyebrows as he climbed out of the car.

"Hmm. Okay. Be good for Bee, okay sweetie?" Jazz gave her a kiss to the forehead after "Bee".

"Okay, Daddy." Leah was starting to like the sound of calling Jazz "Daddy" after seeing the love he had for her and the pride that he was one of her fathers. Soon after he left to the lobby, Alex started to teach her the different parts of the engine. After finishing that car, a truck pulled up and they worked on that. Then no more vehicles came in because the hard rain turned into a monsoon.

"Lunch time!" Prowl called from the landing. "Or are you going to work yourselves into exhaustion?"

With no more cars to fix, the four grimy adults and one grimy kid washed their hands and headed up the stairs. When Leah got into the apartment, the first thing to hit her was the smell. It was of chocolate, cheese, and broth. Leah guessed the meal correctly when hot chocolate, grilled cheese sandwiches, and chicken noodle soup awaited them at the table. Jazz sat next to her as she got the chair that she sat at for breakfast. Gabriel sat next her again as Seb sat on the other side of him. They began to eat as soon as Prowl came to the table with crackers. After they eat, however, the phone rang. Gabe answered.

"Hello? Oh, hey Rosanne! Uh huh, uh huh. That difficult? Okay. I'll be over as soon as I can." Gabriel hung up and Leah pounced. "Who's Rosanne? Where are you going? Can I come along?"

Sebastion laughed and explained, "She's our next door neighbor that's a tattooist like Hide. They met when he was getting a tattoo."

"Oh, yeah. And yes, you may come along." Gabe added.

"Yay!!!" Leah didn't have a raincoat, so Gabe let her borrow one of his. It was big, brown, a little heavy, and very comfortable. It covered her completely and made her look a little bit bulky, but she would be dry with it and its hood. Soon after Gabe put on his coat, they began to walk towards Rosanne's.

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