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Chapter17

Ironhide had taken Epps and Lennox back to their place; on the way they decided that they were going to stay at the base, so when it's bright and early they can introduce their men to the Autobots. They dropped by the Autobot base to give Nightfire his clothes and whatever else he needed.

The majority of the Autobots were in the Rec Room, some went to their quarters to turn in for the night. Prowl and Jazz were in the Rec Room along with Nightfire. Nightfire was talking to the other bots and when he wasn't he silently slipped away from the Rec Room and walked around the base. At first, Jazz had thought his son was still in the room but when he realized he wasn't, he started to panic…he hid it but he allowed it to flow through his bond that he have with Prowl. Prowl scanned the room, not picking up his son's energy, he got up along with his mate and dismissed themselves.

Nightfire yawned, he decided he was going to his Creators room since they made it clear that is where he will be staying at. "Nightfire," he heard Jazz's voice. He stopped and turned around. "Leaving so soon?"

He allowed Jazz to pick him up. "I'm getting tired."

Prowl gave a small smile. "Very well." They headed to their quarters and Prowl opened the door for his mate and son to enter first.

Nightfire looked around at the Cybertronian room. "So does everyone knew everyone before the war?"

Jazz shook his head. "No. Only some knew each other. Besides my brother, I knew Perceptor, Moonracer, Ultra Magnus and Gears before the war started." He looked at Nightfire. "I thought you said you were tired."

"I'm tired and curious," he answered. Jazz smiled, he sat down with his son on the berth. " How old am I exactly?"

"78 Cybertronian years which is your sixteen years hear on Earth," Prowl said. "And since we are discussing age right now, I want to discuss something of an Earth importance."

Nightfire looked at his Sire. "I'm really 78."

Jazz nodded with a smile. "On the World Wide Web, I found that ones who are close to your age go on 'dates' with a potential ma-"

"Are you talking about dating or sex?" Nightfire interrupted him. "If you're worried, relax, Epps and Lennox gave me "The Talk" way before you guys showed up."

Prowl sighed a little bit in relief, but the Cybertronian matter of him dating was different. "Well, when you become a Cybertronian the matter is different. Depending on how your changes go you would either be a young adult or still be a sparkling; if you are a youngling I- we- would prefer if you don't find your mate for a bit."

Nightfire looked at his Creators. "I ….don't know what to say to that, but, yeah, okay." He thought of something then asked. "Who's older, you or Carrier?"

"I am," Prowl said. "By two-point-one million years."

Nightfire blinked. "Uh-huh." He looked around the room. "What were your lives' like? What were you before the war?"

Jazz let his Autobot signal shine, making an image appear. The first image was of Jazz and Blaster. " I took on the music business. I was a musician; your uncle Blaster was my management at that time. Eventually, he joined too and we both combined our music." Then another picture popped up. This time it was a picture of a mech and femme. The femme was blue and white; while the other one was red with black and white. "These are you grand-creators; Rhythm and Fireline. My Carrier was the one that got me and Blaster into music. My Sire was a…. what, you call it on Earth…..oh, a firefighter."

Nightfire looked at them. Then the image changed: there was Jazz, Prowl, Optimus, Ratchet, Blaster, Elita, Chromia, Perceptor, Mirage, Moonracer, Arcee and another mech but he didn't recognize. "This was your Sire's and I Bonding Day. Got married by Prime and Blaster was my best man. Two thousand years before the war started."

Nightfire looked at the image. Their frames were shining, and Prowl and Jazz were brighter than the others though.

Picking up his son's curiosity, Prowl started with his side. He showed an image of him and another bot, both looking identical. "I was in the Enforcers with my brother, Barricade." So he was in the Bonding picture, Nightfire thought, putting it in his mind he has another uncle. "We were Princes. Praxian Princes." Another image appeared, which Nightfire was guessing it was his other pair of Grand-creators. "Your grand-carrier, Shadow, she didn't have an royal energon in her or kept quiet. She was outspoken, a fighter, eventually my sire fell in love with her." Shadow was black with gray designs on her. "Your grand-sire, Nightlock, the King of Praxus, never backed down to anyone; especially when the war is going on." Nightlock was black and gold.

Nightfire looked at them before looking at Prowl. "What happened to Barricade?"

Prowl sucked in air through his vents. "When our Sire was assassinated, Barricade and I took the rule. Unfortunately, when Megatron's rule was starting to become powerful we were attacked," Prowl paused. "Eventually he joined the Decepticons."

Nightfire looked around, slowly nodding. He climbed up on Jazz, as Prowl was going through his images and talking about life before the war.

_(It's a transition!)_

Morning came by quick, for both the humans and the Autobots. Nightfire had spent the night with his Creators going through their life…well, some of their life. Epps and Lennox were up bright and early, waiting for their men to show. Epps was eating a sandwich, while Lennox was pouring himself some coffee, "I'm sure we'll work together well enough." Epps looked at his friend. "They seem like a good bunch."

Epps still was looking at his friend. "As long as Nightfire doesn't get hurt, I'm sure we'll work fine together." He took a bite of his sandwich, chewed and swallowed it. "As long as that idiot doesn't come around, we are fine."

Lennox took a sip of his coffee. "Galloway is showing up today too," he said.

Epps cut a glare at the Captain. "Are you serious?" Epps frowned. "We…I…. The Autobots are going to kill him."

"I'll make sure he'll stay in line."

"You better," Epps said taking another bite of his sandwich.

_(It's a transition)_

Lennox and Epps waited an hour for their entire men were present. In retrospect, Lennox wasn't sure how his team was going to react when they meet the Cybertronians, or how they would feel working with them. He was going to push to show that the Autobots were friendly; on their side, however it may be more than a push for Galloway, but he was fine with it. He had promised Epps that he could deal with him if he gets out of hand.

"Alright! Line up!" Lennox ordered. He watched as his men do so. Now he was waiting for Galloway, who was slowly walking over towards them. "Last couple of nights there was an….encounter. Nothing dangerous as of yet but I am hoping to work with them." Everyone was silent as he continued. "I can't really explain it, but you are all going to meet them. They will explain it to you as they did with Epps and I."

"It's your first encounter with them," Epps added. "It's okay if you feel intimidated, or afraid, but they are soldiers in their sort."

Lennox nodded. "Alright, get into the vehicles!" The men nodded and rushed off to do so, Epps went off with them. Lennox watched then turned to Galloway, he stared at him before following his men.

_(It's a Transition!)_

Nightfire was out in the Rec Room with Jazz, Sunstreaker, Bumblebee, Chromia and Inferno. The Autobots knew that they were getting human visitors today, Red Alert was making sure there was nothing around that can harm them. To be honest, Nightfire was excited to see the army here to interact with the Autobots; heck, he was excited to see their reaction to them. Slowly one-by-one, the Autobots came to the Rec Room; Optimus, and Prowl were the last ones.

"We are having more humans here?" Sideswipe asked.

"Lennox is bringing his men to meet us," Optimus answered. "If we are going to be here until the war ends, we need to have allies." A minute later, the doors opened. Lennox and Epps were leading the army plus Galloway into the Rec Room to meet them. Nightfire couldn't help but smile as he looked at the humans' reaction and the Autobots. "Captain Lennox. Sergeant Epps," Prime greeted.

Lennox smiled. "Hello, Optimus." He stopped in his tracks and so did the others. "Everyone this is Optimus Prime, their leader. Autobots meet my men. Men meet the Autobots."

"So," one of Lennox's men, Michael Winchester, the Communication Director, started, "what planet are you from?"

"Cybertron," Cosmos answered. "I'm Cosmos. What's your designation?"

"Michael Winchester, Communication Director," Winchester answered.

Blaster hummed. "I'm Blaster, the Communication Commander." Winchester gave a smile. Blaster looked to the Prime and at Lennox. "Maybe if we can team up with the humans with our own fractions, things could work."

"It could work," Lennox said. He looked at his army and pointed. "Michael Winchester, the Communication Director. Tiffany Anderson, Combat Medical Officer. John Atwater, Head of Security. And Epps, my Second-in-Command and my Tactical Commander."

Optimus was thinking about what Blaster had said. "Very well. Winchester, you and your team will team up with Blaster. Ratchet and Anderson; Red Alert and Atwater; Epps and Lennox with Prowl, Jazz and me."

Nightfire watched as the Autobots and the army interacted with each other; he glared at Galloway. Galloway wasn't interacting with any of them, he was actually staring creepily at Nightfire. Mentally sighing, Nightfire slipped away outside without being noticed. Galloway followed behind him. "I thought you weren't suppose to be here," Nightfire said once he was outside the base.

"They are aliens…nothing more but machines." Nightfire frowned. "Nothing good can come from them!"

Nightfire growled. "Well, they are better than you."

Galloway grabbed Nightfire tightly by the arm, pulling the boy towards him. "They will be the cause of your death; the cause of Lennox's and Epps' death." Nightfire remained silent. "Is that something you want?"

Nightfire was still silent; he looked at Galloway like he had lost his head. He was going to respond but someone already bet him to it. "What is it Nightfire would want?" The two humans looked up to see Blaster standing there with Winchester on his shoulder. Winchester knew what Galloway was like, he knew his attitude towards Lennox and Epps and used his 'I-work-for-the-President' excuse all the damn time. The look one Winchester's face indicated he was ready to pull his weapon out on him. However, the Autobots didn't know what he was like. "I noticed you weren't in the room anymore."

Nightfire sighed. "I'm fine, Uncle Blaster."

Blaster looked at Nightfire then to Galloway, he noticed the grip he had on his nephew. Narrowing his optics, he said, "You're Creators will be wondering where you are if not already."

Nightfire pulled himself away from Galloway and went to his Uncle. Blaster had his hand down so the boy could climb on. Taking one last glance at Galloway, Blaster headed inside with Winchester and Nightfire. "Who exactly is he?" Blaster asked, showing some uncertainty about that specific organic.

"Galloway," Winchester answered. He looked at the boy. "He's going to become the biggest pain in our ass you'll ever meet."

A/N: okay that was lengthy. B I wanted to get a tad moment were it brief over some history of Prowl and Jazz's past. It ain't a lot but it'll do for now since more will be revealed. What do you think Blaster is thinking about Galloway? OOOOOH! And good news, I'm making this