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CHAPTER 6 THE FORGOTTEN SON: JOHNNY MILLER

Within three days, the video was sent to the Miller residence.

(3RD POV)

Two armored cars headed to the Miller residence. Inside was the holoforms of Jet and Fireshot along with two Captains: Moe, and Snow. The ride from the base was a little more than a 'drive'.

"I don't know about you guys, but I am not looking forward to telling this kid that his father has died. " Captain Snow started, "I just don't if I can manage enough strength to say it,.. to the kid."

"You're right." Jet began. "I have seen death, but that is nothing compared to seeing a little one lose his last family member. Apparently the kid is now an orphan. His died when he was six, his little sister was kid napped and lost. He has no uncles or any relatives."

The two Seekers looked at each other. They knew that this was going to be tough. Within a few hours, they reached the Miller residence, lights on, he was informed that today his father should be arriving. He must be so happy. He is now 12 years old. He won't forget this year… ever.

"Now or never. Let's go." Jet brushed out.

A little boy answered the door,.. his birthday is today. The news he was going to be given will with any doubt crush him.

"Ah hello there! Are you guys friends of my father? I hope he is with you guys! I really miss him. Today is my birthday, so he did promise me he would come home for my birthday."

He looked very similar to Jet's holoform. More than he looked that of his father, LT. Miller. Same color hair, eyes and skin tone. As if Jet was his real father rather than Miller.

The little kid had no idea what horrible news he was about to receive. Both Snow and Moe looked down as the kid finished off his last sentence. The kid looked up towards Jet, and began to walk out of the doorway. His blue slippers touching the ground, while he held his hand out to Jet.

"Why don't you guys come in and have some cake when my dad comes home. I'm sure he'll be home any minute!" he rushed back inside waiting for the others to come in. They followed him inside and into the family room.

The house was a one level, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and dining room mix, along with the family room. The house was well taken care of, for a single father, he made out well.

On the table facing the entrance in the family room, it was loaded with letters from his father. Every week he sent his boy a letter, letting him know he was loved and that his father is alive. The most recent one, a little over two weeks ago, he sent the letter letting his son he was coming home for his birthday. That they would hang out all day! Play games! Watch videos and that he was going to be allowed to open the gift his mother had left him when he turned old enough.

The gift stated was in his fathers' closet, right under his sock dresser. The boy had no trouble finding it! The package was the size of VHS box, most likely containing a VHS.

Johnny looked around and ran into the kitchen. He returned with party hats. One for Jet, Fireshot, Snow, Moe and himself. He gave Moe the biggest one.

His smile grew even bigger when everyone else entered the room. Then he dropped the bomb.

"So where is my dad?" he asked, his smile dropped as the clock hit 9 pm.

Jet stood up and confronted the kid: "Listen Johnny,.. We are here not to celebrate your 12th birthday. Sadly I so much wish it was for that. But no. We must inform you that… you….y-your father ain't coming this time." He turned to the side, couldn't stare the kid in the face.

Johnny tilted his head sideways. "What do you mean he ain't coming this time? He is just going to be late. He will show up tomorrow! Yeah, in the morning!" he looked up smiling.

That hit everyone hard.

"No Johnny he isn't. I am so sorry to tell you this but he will never come home again. He won't see you anymore." Jet stated.

The boy backed up slowly. He walked back into the table holding the cards and his one gift. They fell onto the floor with no embrace from anyone in the room. He stated to cry.

"He promised me he will come home and stay home this time! That he wouldn't leave me alone anymore!"

"Johnny!" Jet snapped, grabbing a hold of the boy, "Your father is dead! He ain't coming back now or ever!"

The boy looked down at the ground. No way in hell does he want any cake.

Fireshot went around the boy and picked up the cards and the package. Since the body of Lt. Miller was never found, a flag was place on the kitchen table, with his name on it.

Within a few minutes, the boy got up off the floor and sat down on the couch, next to Jet and Snow.

In attempt to cheer Johnny, Fireshot handed the boy the package. He opened it and requested to watch it. As the VHS player was opened, the others quickly found some seats around a paid all attention to the screen.

The video began with something no one, or rather no human has seen before. There were glyphs of an alien race language, that of Cybertron. Jet and Fireshot paid especially more attention to the words.

As the video continued, they all saw a familiar face show up. It was Lt. Miller.

What the others didn't recognize Johnny clearly pointed out.

"M-mother?" the young one asked.

A fine looking woman in her late twenties showed up right next to Miller. She was sobbing. Crying that she did not want to say this on tape, let alone to their son. After a good five minutes into the film, she settled down. Miller warping his arm around her. He said;

"It is time that he learns the truth about us, about our true selves." He calmly stated. With a nod, the fememne backed away slowly as she and her mate disappeared. Their bodies just disappeared. But their voices remained. More symbols just like the ones before showed up on the screen.

One symbol looked like a fighter jet, a purple one. The other looked like a halo.

The first one meant father. The second meant mother. When the two seekers realized the symbols, Fireshot never met either of his parents. Jet on the other hand did. As the film continued, jet saw a nightmare…

Two figures…. One fememne, one mech. Both the size of average Seekers. Unlike any new faces, these two were very, very old. Only Jet recognized them. His brother-in-law Hunter, and his mate Destiny.

(JET's POV)

I was about to destroy the planet when I saw that my mate was there. The feeling of joy and anger consumed me. I could not take my optics off the screen! I wanted to know everything about this film and why this poor little boy is a part of it. He does not need to hear another depressing story.

"Des- Destiny?" he asked scared. Fireshot looked at him in thought: "does he know that fememne?"

(3RD POV)

The film was hitting everyone with shock. The film just gave away the existence of their race. No more humans were supposed to know about it!

"Johnny, my son." Destiny spoke in Cybertronian, "if you are indeed seeing this than it is as we both thought. You are old enough to know about your true heritage. You…we are not human. We aren't robots quite either. We are Cybertronians'. "

Jet kept watching. Fireshot took a notice to how much he really focused on the screen.

"My name is Destiny. I am a fememne, and a Seeker from our home world. This mech next to me is my little brother Hunter, also a Seeker but a mech for a male. Your real father is missing out there in the stars, and I know one day you will find him. Your age is only that of a young sparkling, or baby. Soon you will the same as your father, tall, fast, strong, and one heck of a flyer. Your skin is that of a holoform. Your true body is inside the metal storage block in the garage. Go in there, and press the shiny red button to see for the very first time, your own optics!"

The video continued and explained why what happened caused them to hide like this.

Jet sat still on the couch. As if in deep moment of thought. "This youngling is my… my son? The last 12 years… it all adds together… How… where is his body? We must find his body!" he whispered to himself.

Within two minutes Jet and Johnny went in search for his body… alone.

In the garage the two began to talk a little.

(JET's POV)

"Um, Johnny..?" the boy looked to his new 'friend. " I want to tell you something once we get you all situated. You are going to find out about a lot more secrets… ones about your family and past. Just promise me you won't tell anyone till I tell you it's ok. Got it? "

The boy smiled now. No more tears for his dead uncle. He replied and opened the door. On the door were signs of: "Do not enter!", "Not an Emergency Exit!" repeated over and over again.

They were telling the truth…. The body is there, and the switch is on. Time to turn it off!

"So, what's your big secret now, Mr. Jet?" the boy asked still in his holoform.

Jet looked down at the kid. He wanted to tell him, but feared that this might end up badly if he rushed things.

"Well for starters, I am a Seeker as well. Along with Fireshot. We are the last of our kind… with very few out there amongst the stars. I also knew your mother and Uncle. They were very nice and easy to get along with."

"That's nice to hear. So after all this, will I be leaving and going with you guys? I don't want to be left alone anymore!"

"Yes, you are coming with us! I would not dare to leave you alone! (Never Again!)"

"Thanks Mr. Jet. I am very appreciative of all you have done for me. You treat me as though I was your very own son I guess." He hugged Jet as he returned it.

Why did he have to say that? I wonder when I should tell him the truth about me,.. About us?

My son looked at the case, containing his body. He had the same color scheme as me. Even though he is nowhere near the size of me, after all his is still a youngling… for at least another thousand years. He moved his hand to the button and spoke "well here goes nothing", very original… he gets that from me. Now I need to find a better name to suit my son. One that represents us well. I will ask him when he wakes up from statis lock.

I looked at his form. His optics began to open, the same color as us all… blue. He moved out of the case and stood at eight feet tall. A little less than ¼ the size of me, his father. It was weird seeing my son taller than me, but I was in holoform so that makes sense. I started smiling knowing that my son lives! That he is here with me, beside me! I quickly told him how to turn on and off his holoform.

Later on we decided to have a ground bridge requested to pick us up in the back yard. When we got back the other humans began to ask questions about my son. The Seekers gathered around and watched as I picked up the youngling and lifted him up on too my shoulders once I transformed from my alt form.

"Woh! Hey is that you Mr. Jet?" my son asked. I smiled as I walked him to my quarters, just to be surprised by Recoil. I set him down in front of us.

Recoil quickly noticed the similarities between me and the youngling. He knew… he is one clever mech!

"So Recoil, this is Johnny. He is a seeker just like us and is only 12 years old. His mother was… Destiny."

"I see. I am happy for you both. Jet you should tell him. Tell him now or I will!"

"What's he mean?" my son looked up at me. I guess it is now or never! Wow, I said that already!

"He means I should have told you this when I first found out. Johnny, I Am Your Father!" (Darth Vader Voice)