A/n: Here is the next chapter.
The Silvernote: I'm doing a story where Epps and Lennox and Galloway finds Nightfire, that will go into depth how Nightfire is organic. Blame Galloway. ENJOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Chapter 11
Between both of the Autobots, Nightfire had to chose Jazz for going for drives with. Sure, Prowl was fast and stuff, but he had his limitations for speed…well, not really. He just paid attention to the speed limits while Jazz just blew them off. Still, driving a motorcycle was pretty awesome. They took a right, driving down a dirt road that lead to the middle of no-where in the desert. They must've drove straight for an hour or two before they came to the first huge- ass base on the right. It was well hidden into the environment. They took the turn and slowly coming to a halt. The three humans got out before every bot got to transform.
"What is that?" Bluestreak asked, pointing out to the sand.
"Sand," Nightfire said. "Usually around beaches and deserts."
Lennox moved towards the base entrance that was suitable for the three organics, he pressed a button that opened for huge vehicles. "Tour time." With that said, Jazz picked up Nightfire, while Epps and Lennox were on foot, the Autobots followed behind. "It ain't much of a tour, just a show-around. It's simple. This is the entrance." It was a huge ass entrance. "Down there are the rooms," he pointed to the left. "There are a lot." He then pointed to the right. "Down there is the weaponry and medical area." Lennox had his arms by his side. "You guys can make this whatever."
Bumblebee pushed past the Autobots that were ahead of him. "I'm dibbing my room now," he said as he went down the hall that Lennox said were the rooms. He was followed by Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. Nightfire watched First Aid, who is a medic, move past his Creators; Ratchet, who was the CMO, and Mirage, who was a spy, follow the other three.
"Much appreciated," Optimus nodded.
The others moved around to check the place. Jazz carried Nightfire down to the rooms and found an empty one. "This one will be ours." He set Nightfire down before Prowl even made it to the room.
"So…I can pick mine out," Nightfire said, before hurrying to the door but was immediately stopped by his Sire.
"No." Prowl picked him up. "In Cybertronian terms, you are too young to be by yourself. I don't care if we are on Earth, but you will follow those rules."
Jazz chuckled at the youngling when he gave his Sire a stern look. He had his Sire's looks. Jazz looked at the place, it wasn't bad, all they had to do was get their stuff. Within a nanoklik, the bot- a femme, at that- popped her helm in. Her name, well 'designation as they say it, was Arcee, Bulkhead's wife. "Uh…Lennox and Epps wants Nightfire."
It hasn't been a day and already Nightfire could tell his Sire was mentally growling, he shrugged it off and left his Creators, going with Arcee. He very much took the opportunity to get to know the other Autobot. Well, he had to anyways if he was going to be here. Arcee looked down and picked him up, probably thinking it would be faster to get to the other humans. "You know," she started, "finally having you back could hopefully decrease Prowl's strictness."
"How strict is he?" he asked.
"Incredibly strict," Arcee smiled. "Ratchet's grouchy… a lot. Bumblebee is hyper. The Twins- Sideswipe and Sunstreaker- are prankers. Wheeljack blows things up. Red Alert is paranoid. Chromia is crazy." Nightfire made a face which Arcee laughed at. "It's not too bad."
They made it to the entrance where the other two were waiting, Arcee put him down and he went over to them. "What's up?"
Epps had his cold face on while Lennox looked beyond miserable. "We got to go. Galloway called." Lennox said, obvious he got torn by Galloway about not being at work. Everyone back at base knows that there are some days when Lennox and Epps is with Nightfire, just to see how much of a progress he was getting at since now he knows the truth.
"Should we tell him about them?" Nightfire asked.
"Nah," Epps said. "He can figure it for himself." He paused. "And we came with Jazz, so can we walk and be late?"
"I don't want to walk," Lennox mumbled, but agreed with Epps about being late. He turned to the boy. "Just stay with us."
"I plan to."
_(Jetfire Transition)_
Jazz leaned against the wall, watching his spark-mate calm down. He did understand how it feels that their creation thinks of the two organics as his protectors when it should be them. He understands that, though he got over it quickly once he thought about what he done for them. Prowl calmed down more, and let out a vented sigh. "Relax, Prowlie," Jazz said. "They are good organics."
"I just worry," was all he said.
Jazz hummed softly, making his way to his mate. "So do I. But," He grabbed Prowl by the arm, "we got him back." Prowl just looked at him. "So ya better suck it up, because I don't think those two are ever goin' to leave him."
Prowl sighed. "When he turns back in to a Cybertronian, they would have to."
Jazz didn't say anything. He was guessing that when his son does go back to his original form, the two soldiers still wouldn't leave him. He was fine with that. If it was comfortable for Nightfire to talk to them or what not, that was fine…it was. He knew he had to snuggle his way back into Nightfire's life and get to know who he become. Prowl, on the other hand, was jealous. He was jealous at the fact that Nightfire seemed to have the tension to be with Lennox and Epps'. He was obviously jealous for those two to act as his son's Creators, but he kept that to himself. Prowl felt himself being dragged out of their quarters by his mate, he didn't even realize at first that Jazz was doing it, his mate led him to where they first started at the base. The humans weren't there anymore, which developed a small panic in their sparks. "Where are they?" Jazz asked, swallowing it down.
Arcee looked at the two Creators. "Nightfire went with the two humans. They had to take care of something," she said, calming them down.
Prowl lowly growled, it was still enough to hear it. Jazz rolled his optics and pushed it aside. "Whatever it is they had to get it done," he said, mostly aiming at Prowl. "They'll be back later." Prowl didn't say anything, he just remained silent. Jazz knew his son was coming back and if he had to, he would bring him back if he had to.
_(SHA BAM!)))))))_
Epps, Lennox and Nightfire had finally reached the base after an hour or two walk. Their excuse was 'their vehicle ran out of gas' if they needed a reason why they were late, mostly likely with Galloway he would want to know and not care at the same time. They finally made it to the base entrance, Epps made sure Nightfire was close by.
"It's about time," the sound of Galloway's voice, Lennox wanted to stab the guy and run. "I expected you three hear sooner."
"We had problems with the car," Lennox said.
Galloway stared at them. Lennox looked away, Nightfire stared down and Epps looked right back, fighting a shiver. Galloway moved his eyes to the boy. "You're coming home with me. I gave you time with Epps' now it's time to come back."
"He ain't going anywhere with you," Epps growled.
Galloway pushed through and grabbed Nightfire. "Yes, he is. I'm his father."
"No you're not," Nightfire growled, pulling free from his grasps. Galloway gave him a death stare. "I met my parents."
Something dark was in Galloway's eyes. He looked at the three, before turning his attention back to Nightfire. "No you didn't. I am your-" Nightfire shoved Galloway away from him, Lennox and Epps stood beside the boy. Galloway gathered himself, giving a cold stare. A dark, cold stare that could bring anyone down. Within a flash, he raised his hand and before the two soldiers could react, he slapped Nightfire hard and when he did he made sure he dug his nails into the skin as his hand went across.
Epps freaked, knocking Galloway to the ground while Lennox grabbed Nightfire by the waist and moved him out of the base. Nightfire's hand was holding his cheek, he moved it away, to wipe the blood on his pants. "Um," he said weakly, "can we not tell Jazz and Prowl?" Lennox didn't bother saying anything, he just nodded. Nightfire moved away from Lennox, using his sleeve to wipe the blood away.
I'm gonna kill the son of a bitch, Lennox thought as he slowly followed Nightfire, going in the direction of the Autobots.
A/N: Now I'm doing a warning. A serious, deep felt warning. The next several chapters will intensify. Buckle your seatbelts.
*EVIL LAUGHS*