Sorry for the wait everyone. I have been stuck on how to exactly put the Autobots and the kids back into the story like how a lot of you readers wanted. I did put them in this chapter, but maybe not the way people were hoping :/

I felt guilty with the long wait and kept adding to the chapter to make up for it when I have been able, which added to the waiting time, and made me feel even guiltier. Here it is!

"Day 11, test 37, configuration 2.0. Jack is on medical and for lack of another person here, Dummy is still on fire safety. If you douse me again, and I'm not on fire, I'm donating you for Jack's college fund."

Jack laughed lightly, "Don't worry Dummy, he's bluffing."

Tony snorted, "I genuinely don't know. All right, nice and easy. Seriously, just gonna start off with one percent thrust capacity." He paused for a moment, "And three, two, one."

Flames and sparks instantly came out of the gloves and boots, successfully pushing Tony off the ground in a balanced manner. Occationally sparks and burst of blue flame would come out, but it didn't affect the flight.

Jack smiled wide and let out a whoop, "Finally!"

Tony kept watch on all of the parts, making sure that they were working correctly. He smile at Jack's excited yell before he rotated slightly to the left so Dummy was behind him. The boots and one glove went out causing Tony to land heavily, while the last glove sparked and sputtered, but still had enough force that Tony had to back up so he wouldn't fall backwards. It went out soon after.

"Okay." Tony turned around slowly, ignoring how his legs felt like lead and jelly at the same time. He faced Dummy when he heard the drone's hydrolics working and found the nozzle of the fire extinguisher aiming at his face, "Please don't follow me around with it, either, cause I feel like I'm gonna catch on fire spontaneously. Just stand down. If something happens, then come in."

"Well with most of your limbs wrapped in wires, and with them sparking every now and then..."Jack shrugged, "That might just happen."

"Thanks Jack. Real confidence booster."

"Just saying."

Tony sent him a half hearted glare, "And again, let's bring it up to two-point-five. Three ,two, one."

The thrusters started immediately, lifting the man up higher. He couldn't help his limbs jerking in shock at the feel of the force that was keeping him from the ground. Tony tried to balance himself when the boots started moving him backwards, but over compensated and his hands started pushing him forward. He just barely noticed that the gloves were pushing him around as well, and before he could correct it he was on the other side of the garage.

"Okay, this is where I don't want to be."

Jack smiled at the expression on Tony's face. He never thought he would see the cocky man so nervous and startled. He watched as Tony began drifting towards the cars.

"Eeeey-aoh! Not the car, not the car-Ee-yikes!"

Jack grumbled as Tony started heading to the desks, scattering all of the paperwork, "And there goes the papers we need to organize."

Tony stopped himself from going completely over the desks, and headed back to where he started, laughing nervously. He almost knocked the camera down as he went by, "Could be worse. Could be worse. We're fine."

He finally managed to straighten his limbs at his sides so he now hovered in one place. He swayed slightly as his legs kept wanting to bend from the pressure. The thrusters weakened and finally cut off, letting him drop the remaining two feet. Tony looked at Jack and gave a shaky grin, his muscles already felt all worn out and wobbly. He glanced at Dummy to make sure he wouldn't be sprayed. But when he looked, Dummy brought the extinquisher up.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!" He stepped back and ducked a little, pointing at the machine like a parent would a disobedient child or pet. He turned back to Jack who was chuckling at him and Dummy.

"Yeah. I can fly."

"Somewhat."

"My first time flying, it's expected." Tony went to clap his hands together but then stopped so he wouldn't smack the gloves together, "JARVIS, let's suit me up."

Tony stood in the largest clear area in the shop, trying to ignore his aching muscles and stand completely still as machanical arms descended from the cieling and began attaching the suit to him. It felt weird feeling the extra weight being tightened around him, but for it to have little effect on his movements. He placed the mask over his face.

"JARVIS, you there?"

"At your service, sir."

"Engage Heads Up Display." Instantly readings and codings flashed up. Measuring distanced and shapes of objects in his view, as well as zooming in and giving him more detailed readings.

"Check."

Tony moved his head around, checking to see if the readings would follow what he was focusing on and not just his head movements, "Import all preferences from home interface."

"Will do, sir."

Tony took a few steps, waiting patiently for the AI to upload itself to the suit. He glanced at his son who was gawking at the suit, "Awesome?"

Jack quickly closed his mouth, just now noticing that it had dropped, and nodded. He knew that if Miko were to know of this, she would be so jealous. He was even feeling slightly envious that he probably wouldn't be getting a suit like this at all.

Tony turned his attention back to JARVIS, "So what do you say?"

"I have indeed been uploaded, sir. We're online and ready."

"Can we start the virtual walk-around?"

"Importing preferences and calibrating virtual environment."

Tony smirked, "Do a check on control surfaces."

"As you wish."

Jack watched as the different layers of armor began shifting and moving fluidly to test for any complications. Blue light would shine through spaces between the claves and the ribs when the platings separated far enough. He liked the blue since it reminded him of the Autobots' optics, but he couldn't help but wonder what it would look like if the light were red.

JARVIS' voice sounded outside of the suit, "Test complete. Preparing to power down and begin diagnostics."

"Ah...yeah. Tell you what. Do a weather and ATC check, and start listening in on ground control."

"Sir, there are still terrabytes of calculations needed before an actual flight is ah-"

"JARVIS, sometimes you got to run before you can walk."

Unbeknownst to Tony, JARVIS' side of the conversation was still being broadcast into the shop for Jack to hear.

"Wait. What? JARVIS! What is he doing?!"

Before he could get a responce, Tony had activated the thrusters and took off through the car exit.

"It seems Mr. Stark has chosen to test out the flight capabilities of the suit."

Jack couldn't help but snort, "I can see that. Can I listen to his side of the conversation as well?"

"Sadly not, sir. For security purposes, Mr. Stark has made it so that his side of any communication between him and myself cannot be shared."

Jack frowned at that, "Can you patch me through to him then?"

"Mr. Stark and yourself have not completed that level of communication in the suit yet."

"Of course." Jack took a seat at one of the desks and crossed his arms, "So I guess I'm supposed to just wait here then?"

"I am afraid so, sir. I will inform him to return to fix the cimmunications problem. Sadly, wether he will listen or not..."

"Yeah." Jack sighed and tilted his head back. He wondered how long it would be for Tony to return. Was anything going wrong in the sudden flight?

He only had to wait for 15 minutes before Tony came back. Even though it didn't go exactly the way Tony had thought it would, and scared Jack nearly half to death. Who would've thought that a half ton metal clad man would fall straight through the ceiling, a piano, one floor, and onto a car that would be totalled in stopping his fall? Though Jack had to laugh when Dummy out of no where turned around and began spraying Tony with the fire extinguisher.

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Tony kicked a creeper out of his way to release some frustration. He had just gotten out of the suit half an hour ago after finally flying with little problems. He glanced at the Cobra that he had sadly totalled, that was going to be a sore spot for him. Not that he couldn't go and buy another one, but still.

He absent mindedly grabbed a cup of coffee that had been left on the table for him. He hardly noticed that it still had some steam coming from it. But then noticed the brown paper wrapped box that the coffee was actually on. He stepped back and looked at it, reading the little post-it note on top.

From Pepper.

Confused, Tony flicked the note off and began ripping the paper. Surrounded by a glass case was the first arc reactor he had built. The very same one that he told Pepper to destroy. It was resting in a perfect molding in stainless steel, connected to a little stainless steel podium that served as the cube's base. On the excess frame surrounding the reactor was engraved 'Proof that Tony Stark Has a Heart.'

Tony tilted the box for a better look and smiled fondly at it. He would need to find a place to put it where he would always see it.

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"Notes. Main transducer feels sluggish at plus 40 altitude. Hull pressurization is problematic. I'm thinking icing is the probable factor." He shifted slightly, wincing as his shoulder throbbed. He didn't think that he would actually begin hurtng so badly on the same night as the flight. But then again, he did fall almost completely through his home.

"A very astute observation, sir. Perhaps, if you intend to visit other planets, we should impove the exosystems."

Tony turned his chair around to look at some of the other monitors that were currently surrounding him, "Connect to the sys. co. Have it reconfigure the shell metals. Use the gold titanium alloy from the seraphim tactical satellite. That should ensure a fuselage integrity while maintaining power-to-weight ratio. Got it?" He took a gulp of a green protein shake that Jack had made him before heading to his room.

"Yes. Shall I render using proposed specifications?"

Tony turned back to the original monitors. He couldn't exactly imagine what color combinations would look good without actually seeing it before, "Thrill me."

"Tonight's red-hot carpet is right here at the Disney Concert Hall," the TV's volume turned up as JARVIS began the render preview process, "where Tony Stark's third annual benefit for the Firefighter's Family Fund has become the place to be for L.A.'s high society."

Tony blinked at the TV, "JARVIS, we get an invite for that?"

"I have no record of an invitation, sir."

Tony picked up a spare mask that had formula's etched into it. He looked through the eye holes to the TV, placing it down when the reporter mentioned his 'post traumatic stress' and bit his bottom lip in thought. Maybe he should surprise all of them by showing up.

"The render is complete."

"A little ostentatious, don't you think?" He said with a smile, spinning around to pour some more of the shake into his glass.

"What was I thinking? You're usually so discreet."

Tony stopped and stared at the hot rod. He did like the color red. Would that go with gold? Sometimes he hated being artistically challenged, 'Tell you what. Throw a little hot-rod red in there."

"Yes that should help you keep a low profile." JARVIS was quiet for a moment, "The render is complete."

"Yeah, I like it. Fabricate it. Paint it."

"Commencing automated assembly. Estimated completion time is five hours."

Tony stood from his seat, looking at his watch. He figured that he and Jack could go to party for a bit, it was only ten o' clock, "Don't wait up for me, honey."

Tony hurried out of the garage and to Jack's room. He knocked rapidly until he got a responding groan. Guess Jack was already asleep, "Jack! Get that suit that Pepper picked out on! We're going out!"

Jack pressed his thumb and index finger to his eyes to try and stem off sleep, "What? Why?"

"We have a party to go to, let's go."

OoO

Before Jack knew it, he was dressed up in the tuxedo he thought he would never wear, gripping onto the leather seat of that Audi R8 that Tony loved to drive like a maniac in. He was zipping through traffic, uncaring about the wet road conditions. Luckily they made it without incident.

Jack practically jumped out of the car when they stopped for a valet driver to take the keys from Tony who was walking next to Jack in an instant. They walked through the crowd, ignoring people for the most part. Tony nodded and waved to a few people to keep appearances up.

Jack quickly hurried his pace when a woman with bleach blond hair came up to Tony while twirling her hair, "Hey, Tony, remember me?"

Tony continued to walk beside Jack, using his longer legs to his advantage, "Sure don't."

They passed a older man, with slicked back white hair with his arms around two young women. Tony patted the man on the shoulder as he walked by, "You look great, Hef."

Tony grabbed Jack by the elbow to slow him down and guide him through the crowd to meet with Obadiah. He grinned at the older man, "What's the world coming to when a guy's got to crash his own party?"

Obadiah laughed, surprised to see Tony, "Look at you. Hey, what a surprise." The man looked at Jack who was shifting his weight, "And who's this?"

Jack answered before Tony could, reaching his right had out, "I'm Jack."

Obadiah nods and grasps Jack hand in his own, "I'm Obadiah. It's nice to meet you, Jack. So, why are you being dragged by Tony tonight?"

Tony places his hand on Jack shoulder and leans in so only the three of them can hear, "He's my son."

"What?!" Obadiah's eyes widened as he looked back and forth between the two. He could see some resemblance.

Tony nodded, "I'll see you inside."

"Hey. Listen, uh, take it slow, all right? I think I got the board right were we want them."

"You got it. Cabin fever. I'll just be a minute."

The building was filled with people in fancy clothing. Jack couldn't help but feel nervous. He didn't think there were so many rich people in one area. Tony walked straight to the bar, "Give me a scotch. I'm starving."

When the bartender looked at Jack, he shrugged, "I'll just have a Dr. Pepper, or a Coke."

A man that was at the bar already turned to them, "Mr. Stark."

Tony turned to him, "Yeah?"

"Agent Coulson."

Realization dawned on Tony, "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. The guy from the..."

"Strategic Homelad Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."

Tony shook his head, "God, you need to get a new name for that."

"Yeah, I hear that a lot." Coulson said with an unamused expression, "Listen, I know this must be a trying time for you, but we need to debrief you. There's still a lot of unanswered questions, and time can be a facor with these things. Let's jsut put something on the books." Both Coulson and Jack could see that Tony wasn't even paying attention now, "How about the 24th at 7:00 p.m. at Stark Industries?"

Tony, not even looking at the agent, gave him his right hand to shake, "Tell you what. You got it. You're absolutely right. Well, I'm going to go to my assistant, and we'll make a date."

Jack stayed by Coulson as Tony walked off into the crowd to where he saw Pepper, "I don't think he heard most of what you just said."

They watched as Tony and Pepper began dancing for only a minute before they retreated to the balcony.

"I believe that you may be right." Coulson looked at Jack, "I'm sorry, and you are..."

"Jack Darby. Tony kind of kidnapped me for some father-son bonding."

Coulson raised an eyebrow, "You're his son?"

Jack cocked an eyebrow as well, "Hard to believe?"

"I'm sorry to say, but I'm not really that surprised."

Jack shook his head, "And I don't blame you."

Before Coulson could reply, his cell phone began to vibrate. He looked at the caller ID before saying his goodbye and leaving Jack at the bar. Jack sipped at his Dr. Pepper waiting for Tony to come back from the balcony. Their dance seemed really stiff and awkward, at least for Pepper.

Tony came back quickly, asking the bartender for two martinis. He looked to his right, but quickly turned to Jack muttering under his breath, "Here we go."

"What?" Jack leaned back to look behind Tony, but was stopped by Tony's hand on his shoulder.

"Don't. Look."

"Wow. Tony Stark." A woman said from behind Tony.

Tony sighed, "Nevermind." He turned to face the reporter, "Oh, hey."

"Fancy seeing you here." She said, squeezing herself between Tony and Jack.

Tony narrowed his eyes at her. Who did she think she was, practically pushing his son out of the way. Now that he thought about it, what was her name? It started with a 'C'.

"Carrie."

"Christine." She corrected.

"That's right."

"You have a lot of nerve showing up here tonight. Can I at least get a reaction from you?"

"Panic. I would say panic is my reaction." And annoyance.

"'Cause I was referring to your company's involvement in this latest atrocity." She said, glaring at him.

Tony just gave a one shouldered shrug, "Yeah. They just put my name on the invitation. I don't know what to tell you."

"I actually almost bought it, hook, line and sinker."

Both Jack and Tony frowned in confusion. Bought what?

"I was out of town for a couple months, in case you didn't hear." Tony said, his irritation begining to show in his face.

"Is this what you call accountability?" She handed him a few pictures, "It's a town called Gulmira. Heard of it?"

Tony gave her a hard stare before looking through the pictures. One of people and animals riddled with bullet holes. The others were all focusing on weapons. His weapons.

"When were these taken?"

"Yesterday."

"I didn't approve any shipment."

"Well, your company did."

Jack, who had finally had enough of being ignored, quickly walked around the woman to stand at Tony's side and glare at the woman, "Well, he's not his company."

The woman glared at him, "This has nothing to do with you kid. So why don't you just run along and mind your own business."

Tony took a step forward, "He is minding his 'business', seeing how he is my son. I will not tolerate you or anyone talking to him in that attitude." He waited a second so that she could comprehend what he had just said, "I am sure that Stark Industries isn't your business. So why don't you go and annoy some one else. I'm pretty sure I see Bruce Wayne over there. How about him?"

He turned around and guided Jack back through the crowd and outside, "I want you to go and get my car from the valets. I'll just be a minute. Need to talk to Obadiah." He watched Jack go to where the valets were working before heading over to Obadiah. He didn't acknowldge anyone this time, just stared at the man, "Have you seen these pictures?"

"Tony."

"What's going on in Gulmira?"

Obadiah directed the reporters away from them, "Tony. You can't afford to be this naive."

Tony shook his head, "You know what? I was naive before, when they said, 'Here's the line. We don't cross it. This is how we do business.' If we are double dealing under the table..." he took note on Obadiah looking away at that, "Are we?"

Obadiah looked back up him but didn't say anything. They both just watched eachother, waiting for the other to break down first. Then a reporter asked for a picture.

"Let's take a picture. Come on." Both turned around to the cameras, still tense, "Picture time!"

Both men placed a hand on eachother, Tony resting between Obadiah's should blades, and Obadiah on Tony's shoulder. Funny how that gesture could be reassuring and oppressive.

"Tony. Who do you think locked you out? I was the one who filed the injunction against you. It was the only way I could protect you." Obadiah muttered so only Tony could hear, before leaving.

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Jack laid on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He couldn't get to sleep now. His mind kept wondering to the silent and tense ride back. What was on those pictures that had Tony react in such a way? And what had Obadiah said to him that made it so much worse? He rolled over and curled into a fetal position. It had to do with the company sending off shipments to the Middle East without Tony's signature of approval.

Could the company acually be selling supplies to the groups in the Middle East? Jack sat up at the thought. If they were, what could happen to Tony? He's already being blamed for it based on that stuck up lady's reaction to him.

"JARVIS. What's happening in Gulmira?"

The TV across from the bed lit up to a news channel. A video camera was zoomed in on a man smoking a cigarette.

"-referred to by locals as the Ten Rings. As you can see, these men are heavily armed and on a mission." The video switched to another that was zoomed in on some men and missiles that Jack recognized as one of Stark Industries' product, "A mission that could prove fatal to anyone whoh stands in their way. With no political will or international pressure, there's very little hope for these refugees. Around me, a woman begging for news on her husband, who was kidnapped by insurgents, either forced to join their militia or killed."

Jack jumped at the sound of something crashing, "What was that?!"

"Mr. Stark is releasing some frustration in the garage." JARVIS answered him.

Jack nodded. Should he go down and make sure Tony doesn't destroy anything of value or himself? Just how pissed off was Tony? The sound of glass shattering came next. Then more. With each sound from the garage, Jack tucked his legs to him and wrapped his arms around himself. He heard the suit's thrusters activating and taking off, quickly quieting down as Tony left.

Jack snorted. How much of a child was he? Curling up in fear from his own father's anger, that wasn't even directed at him. He went to lay down again hoping to get some sleep, but his cell phone went off. He grabbed it fromt the nightstand and answered without looking at the caller ID, "Hello?"

"Jack! Finally dude!"

Jack sat up again, "Miko?"

"Duh! Why didn't you tell us your dad was Tony Stark?!"

"Did my mom tell you guys?"

Miko laughed, "No, she only told us that you went on an out-of-no-where father-son trip."

Jack blinked, "Then how-"

"The news! You're on TV!"

"What?!" Jack dropped the phone and jumped up from the bed, hurrying closser to the TV, "JARVIS can you turn on whichever news channel talking about that party?"

"Of course." The TV switched to a different news station. A woman was interviewing that stuck up reporter Christine. They really were talking about him!

"Oh no." Another channel came on showing footage and pictures of him with Tony at the party. Jack grabbed the phone again, "This is bad."

"How is that bad? You're famous! Oh! I am so jealous right now!"

"No, no. Miko. You don't understand! If I'm on the news then that means everyone knows who I am and who my dad is. And they can use that against me and him." Jack ran a hand through his hair before rubbing his neck.

He could hear Miko talking to someone next to her. She paused for a second before speaking to him again, "Let me put you on speaker phone."

"Jack," it was Arcee, "Your mom assured us that your relation to your dad would be kept a secret while you were there. What happened that caused you to be on the news?"

Jack hesitated, "Some reporter really ticked off Tony and me. She said something rude to me, and Tony defended me and-um-it kind of just slipped."

"Jack. You do realise that with this development, you are placed in even more danger from not only both Decepticons and MECH, but others that wish to do your father harm." Optimus said.

Jack groaned, "Yeah."

I hope you guys liked it and it made up for the wait. :)

tg-darkside had the idea the Autobots and everyone finding out because paparazzi found out and put Jack on the news.

I hope you like it.

No clue when the next chapter will be up. College sucks, especially English :) I suck at English.