The Foreshotters talk about fstering Leah. Well it happen?
Free to a Good Home part 2
At the Fireshot
Prowl and Jazz were the last to arrive at the meeting, Gabriel, Sebastian, and Rosanne, their English next door neighbor and owner of the Café and Tats shop, sat at the kitchen table while Eric stood at the counter and Alex was watching the stove. Tomato sauce was in the air, signaling supper for the night. Soon the spaghetti was done and everyone had a plate. Then the meeting began.
"So what the bloody 'ell did Ion want with a children's home in the first place?" Roseanne asked.
"It had a spark in it. A girl only five years old named Leah," Prowl answered.
"You stopped him?"
"Yes. But which means that we will have to take her in before Ion tries again. Any suggestions?" Eric asked with a small smirk. Everyone looked at him with humorous glances. Jazz looked thoughtful after his glance and said, "We could foster her."
A murmur of agreement course through the table, then Chase "Prowl" Hunter spoke up, saying, "Then we need to clean up the place in order to pass a possible inspection."
"I'll have to be at the inspection too. They might not allow girls to live with a bunch of guys like you all," Roseanne said. Everybody agreed, and as soon as everyone finished supper they began to clean up the whole apartment.
2 days later
Leah and her bags were at the door of the children's home, waiting for the social worker to pick her up to take her to her new foster family. She was somewhat scared at what would become of her, but the man who called, Chase Hunter, seemed nice to the agent. She looked up at the sound of honking and ran out the door. The social worker opened the back door and proceeded to strap her in the booster seat, with only a little wriggling from Leah.
Along the way, Leah fell into a small nap, because it was almost 8 pm and she was up since 7 am packing her clothes and being washed head to toe in soap, shampoo, and conditioner. Not only that, the older kids forbade her to play with the others, lest she got even the tiniest bit of mud on her. After a hot dinner of beef stroganoff, she was forced into another bath to make sure that she was squeaky clean.
When the car rolled to a stop, Leah started to wake up, but didn't open her eyes. Voices drifted to her, causing her to shift and try to open her eyes. The seat belt around her clicked open, and someone lifted her into their arms. That was enough for her to open her eyes to see a blue green shirt.
"Come on, sleeping beauty. You're too tired to stay up too much longer." Leah looked up to Jazz, the man who saved her two days before.
"Mr. Jazz?" Leah asked.
"Just Jazz will do, or Dad," Jazz replied.
"You're my foster daddy?"
"Yep, and everyone else are foster uncles and cousin. Except Prowler. He's your daddy, too. Now get some sleep."
"Not tired." Leah stubbornly said, becoming more awake by the second.
"Tired." Jazz teasingly yet firmly said as he continued to walk behind the brown haired man that she met that same night that she met Jazz up the shop's stairs to the apartment.
"Not tired!" Leah began to wiggle, trying to get out of his hold.
"Alright, alright!!" Jazz laughed, putting her down, causing her to turn and finally notice the rings in his ears and dreadlocks. "Now come on, the others are waiting."
"Hmph, she's stubborn." The brown haired man said at the top of stairs. He allowed Jazz pass first with his package, while waiting for the social worker. Leah scowled quite adorably at him and explained, "You'd be stubborn too if you're not allowed to play by the older kids' standards and two baths on top of that."
The brown haired man chuckled as he knelt down to her height. "You're right. I would have been grumpy rather than stubborn though. I'm Gabriel Ironhide."
He extended his hand and Leah shook it. "Leah Beta, sir."
"That's Uncle Gabe to you, little miss," Gabe chuckled as he rose to his full height after pulling her into a hug and the worker came up to the landing. A sharp whistle alerted all of them to Jazz, who had opened the front door. There was a hallway leading straight to the kitchen, which led Leah to a table with three other men at it.
One had blonde hair that was buzzed at the sides while having long hair on top. He had emerald green eyes, wasn't wearing a shirt, and had a tattoo over his left side of his chest. His ears sported some earrings, but not a lot.
The other was Eric Prime, the other guy that she met when she was saved. His black goatee was trimmed, his hair a mess, and his deep blue eyes tired. He too had no shirt on, and his back was to her, helping her see the flame tattoos over his back and arms. He also had piercings in his ears.
The last one had blonde hair with two tiny black "antennas", which were perked up. He wore a shirt, one that had a bumblebee on it. He had sapphire blue eyes, and seemed to glow.
Suddenly she was lifted up in strong arms and was seated on Prowl's hip. Leah squealed in delight and hugged him. "Mr. Prowl!"
"Chase, Prowl, or Papa will do, little one," Prowl said chuckling. The social worker came in and soon everyone was at the table, Gabe had put her things in her room.
My room, Leah thought happily. She was sitting in Prowl's lap, Jazz next to them on the right and Gabe on the left, sitting next to the plain blonde, who introduced himself as Sebastion "Ratchet" Corwell, with an arm wrapped around him. The other blonde was Alex "Bee" Honeyvale, and he was the youngest of them besides Leah.
The social worker was talking and pointing things out to Eric, who nodded his head occasionally as she pointed out specific items, like her health. Soon, everything was said and done with the papers signed and all warnings issued the social worker left. It seemed that everyone in the room waited with baited breath for the engine to start up and pull away. When it did, everybody hooted and hollered.
"Finally! Now," here Sebastion rounded to Leah, "I need to see your wings, youngling. To make sure that they're healthy."
Leah looked surprised, then recognition took over. "Oh. Okay."
Hesitantly, she brought out her tiny purple wings, which made her long silky hair glow in its braid.
"Hmm. On the small side, but they'll grow. Not ready for their first molt yet, but could be a few months before that comes. Overall, very healthy wings," Sebastion gave his assessment and Leah beamed. "Now, Jazz and Chase said that you can create snake images. This correct?"
Leah nodded and said, "I've been trying to do a mouse, but I haven't gotten there yet."
"Ah."
"Don't worry about that right now," said Eric. "You need to go to bed; it's way pass your bedtime."
Eric was right; it almost ten o'clock and she was getting drowsy with her wings out. Jazz picked her up as she began to yawn and rub her eyes. Gently he carried Leah to her room, her little wings disappearing as he walked. When Jazz entered her room, Leah was just about gone. He had to help her get in her PJs, which was a tee shirt and pajama pants. By the time he had her braid undone and in bed, Leah was dead to the world. She didn't even wake up when Jazz and Prowl gave her kisses on her forehead and the others hugged her.
"Boy, she's gone," Alex commented, his chin on Eric's shoulder.
"Yeah, she is. Come on. Let's follow her example and hit the hay too," Gabriel said. All the men agreed and the correct couples went their rooms.
Later that night
Leah woke up from the nightmare that held her captive with a gasp. Her little heart was going as fast it could go without bursting. Quickly she got out of bed and ran out of her room. After she got to the hallway, she looked into the first open door and saw Jazz and Chase there in bed, asleep.
Carefully, Leah crossed the floor to the foot of the bed, not noticing the golden eye or the blue one watching her. As quickly and quietly as she could, Leah climbed the footboard. She had just made it on the bed when two sets of arms pulled her to the head. Jazz and Prowl nuzzled her and Prowl asked, "Bad dream?"
Leah nodded her little head. Jazz pulled her under the covers and said, "You can sleep with us. We'll keep you safe."
Leah snuggled into both chests as much as she could, then both newly foster dads kissed her head. Feeling safe, she fell asleep again.
Jazz and Chase wrapped their arms around each other and Leah, and too, fell asleep.
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