Alright! So!
I see that I have ten chapters to go before this story catches up to where I am currently at. Expect an upload once a week unless all goes smooth.
I will also remind you that i like time skips, so I am sorry for any confusion that may occur. Feel free to PM me about anything!
OCs will we further mentioned as we go along! Speaking of which, you'll meet Helios in this chapter.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.
Chapter Eleven
Pixie walked with ease out of the medical room with her Carrier following suit behind her as she looked down at herself with her new youngling upgrade.
"Pixie! You look nice!" said Rhea who was patiently waiting since the morning. "Got taller too!"
Pixie's wings dipped as she grew a purple hue on her cheeks with bashfulness. "Thanks, Rhe."
Jazz was in the waiting room, reading his datapad as he heard the familiar pedefalls of his mate and he lifted his helm, a smile soon forming on his lips as he caught sight of their creation. [[She's gorgeous, Prowler.]]
Pixie remained bashful as she met the embrace of her Sire, "Yer s'pposed ta beh lil; stay lil!"
"But I am little! I will always be little!" she said as she buried her face in his neck.
[[Our little femme... she's growing up so fast, Jazz.]] replied Prowl. The white and black mech smiled softly. [[Soon, she'll be in her adolescent frame.]]
[[Now, now, Prowl. Don' cry on meh. She's gonna beh our lil femme fereva an' always.]] Jazz said as he kissed Pixie's newly painted helm. "O' course ya will, Pixeh. Mah babeh gurl."
Pixie giggled, "Thanks, daddy."
[[I know, but... oh, Jazz...]] Prowl was becoming emotional, tears of coolant forming up in his optics.
"Go give yer mama ay kiss, Pixeh." Jazz whispered silently to their creation's audio. Pixie nodded, taking a step back and walking over to her Carrier and raised her arms. Prowl lifted her up and she kissed his cheek as he held her in an almost crushing grip.
"Stop growing so fast." said Prowl as his tears stroked his cheeks. Pixie smiled as she raised her servos and wiped away his tears.
"It's okay, mommy. I will always love you, forever and ever. Even when I'm all grown up and doing what I want to do. Just like you will love me always, where ever I go because I will always be here," she touched his golden crest in the center of his chevron, "and here." she set her servo on his chest above his spark chamber.
Prowl smiled as his tears became a river, holding her closely as Jazz joined in the embrace. The Enforcer said through a cracking voice, "You are very true, sweetspark."
"Et's okay, Prowler. She's still lil. Weh bettah enjoy what weh have of 'er now before she goes 'bout wit ay lover." commented Jazz.
Prowl gave Jazz a stern look, "No mech will court my little femme without my approval."
Pixie rolled her optics underneath her visor, "How 'bout I don't court nobody? I'm not into lip kisses and all that bleck!"
Jazz grinned, "Ya say dat now, babeh. Pretty soon, yer gonna do what yer Carrier an' Ay do-"
"Jazz! Hush. She does not need THE talk right now. She just upgraded. Wait until she gets further along into her frame, getting close to her adolescent frame. Then, we can have a chit-chat. Right now we just have to worry about sending her to school." interjected Prowl with narrowing optics.
The black and white mech continued to grin as widely as the Cheshire cat.
Pixie looked confused. "What talk?"
"Not yet, Pixie. You're too young to learn about the birds and the bees." said Prowl.
"Um, okay."
Several groons after her upgrade, Pixie was now enrolled in her first year of schooling. She looked into the class full of younglings and departing Creators, feeling quite nervous. Rhea was with her, looking rather annoyed that she had to attend school despite her protests of it being useless.
"It'll be fun." Optronix tried to convince her.
Rhea said nothing, arms crossed.
"You'll meet new friends, Rhea." added Bumblebee.
"Sure, so that they think I'm a freak like the other younglings at Carrier's office?" she snorted, "I don't think so."
Bumblebee frowned, "Rhea. I know it's hard for you, but it'll be hard for us if we get complaints.
"Save yourself the trouble and keep me home. I don't need schooling." the youngling growled.
Pixie sighed quietly before turning back to her Creators, giving them final hugs. "Bye."
Prowl and Jazz each gave her a kiss.
"Beh good, babeh." whispered Jazz.
"I'll be working so Sire will pick you up after, alright?" said Prowl as he smiled. Pixie gave a nod and she received kisses to her cheeks.
The class had begun and Pixie took a seat by Rhea where the teacher instructed. Introductions went around and Pixie looked at each youngling, remembering who was who as they said their designations. A pale blue youngling caught her optic; he was looking down, rubbing his collar and wincing slightly as it flared in pain. His cheeks were sunk in slightly and his frame was slightly dented around his chest and legs; Pixie tilted her helm slightly in concern she didn't notice that it was her turn to introduce herself until Rhea nudged her.
"Your turn, silly." the blue femme behind her whispered.
Pixie blushed, wing dipping in embarrassment, "Sorreh... Ay'm Pixie."
The teacher, Ms. Nitrous, nodded with a smile.
The designations went around and the pale blue youngling was last, "I'm Helios..."
"Welcome, Helios. Now, children, please find a seat at the tables and sit next to who you think you will be comfortable around." instructed the teacher.
The tables could seat four and there where six of them scattered around the room. Rhea found a seat near the back of the room, sitting down with a sigh. She didn't expect any younglings to sit by her which was not new to her.
Helios looked over towards Pixie-he had caught her looking at him through his peripheral- and approached her. She blinked, visor flickering as he said, "Hello."
She smiled, "Hi."
He was looking down at his pedes for a brief moment, then looked up slightly, "Can... I sit with you?"
"Sure, Ay'm sittin' wit mah friend though. Es dat alright?"
Helios nodded. "I need friends."
"Good!" she grabbed his servo and failed to notice his twinge of pain as she tugged him towards the table Rhea was seated at. "Hey, Rhea!"
Rhea perked up her helm, hiding the marks she had melted into the table as she leaned forward. "Um, hi, Pixie. Are you gonna sit here?"
"Well, yeah. Ay brought Helios wit meh, es dat okay?" nodded Pixie.
Rhea tilted her helm at Helios, looking him over briefly before nodding.
Recess soon came and Helios found a ball to play with. He turned towards the two femmes with a wide smile, "Come on, you two! Let's play a game!"
"What kind o' game?" asked Pixie as she ran up to him with Rhea on her heels.
"Ooh, I know! Soccer! It's this Earth game where you kick the ball into these two goals and we can't use our servos because that's cheating and against the rules." said Rhea.
Pixie nodded, but then asked, "What will beh our goals?"
Helios thought for a moment before pointing to the tree and a light post. "That light post and the tree will be our goals!"
Rhea snatched the ball and tossed it, "Then, let's go!"
The younglings bound after the ball, Helios up front in the lead before Pixie and Rhea passed him. He smiled, the pain in his shoulder flaring and bit him angrily to the point he couldn't run. He stopped, grabbing his shoulder and crying slightly.
Rhea paused, turning back and seeing Helios on his knees and curled up, before turning in Pixie's direction and calling her designation. The younger femme stopped running, catching the ball with her pedes, then picked it up. She ran back towards her friend and asked, "Es 'e okay?'
Rhea shrugged.
"Helios, you okay?" asked Rhea as they approached the mechling.
Helios looked up with a flash of fear running through his optics, "I-I-I'm fine...!"
Rhea narrowed her optics, "Says you. You're hurting."
"It's nothing. It happens a lot." Helios attempted to assure, but the tears and the uncertainty in his voice were unconvincing.
Pixie sat in front of him and asked, "What hurts? Maybeh weh can help ya."
Helios hiccuped as he looked into her visor, then looked away. Rhea took a seat next to Pixie and also asked, "Are you abused at home?"
The mechling trembled as he curled up tighter.
"Are you?" Rhea repeated.
Slowly, Helios nodded, "My Sire hurts me... but he didn't do this... I fell at my Carrier's house and I think I broke it... I'm starved a lot of the times." The femmes looked at him in shock and he continued, "I can't tell anyone... I did last time and my Sire... he beat me for it... an-and I don't want to go back!"
"Why can't you stay with your Carrier?" Rhea asked.
"She-She isn't there most of the time and... I'm all alone... she sometimes comes home drunk and... I haven't fueled in about an orn and a half. Even if I do... I can't keep it down..."
Rhea and Pixie looked at each other as the other youngling began to cry harder. The youngest femme reached forward and hugged Helios, mindful of where it hurt. "Mah Mommeh es ay cop an' can take ya away from all dat."
Rhea followed her example, "And my Carrier is a medic. She can fix you up and make you feel better."
Helios sniffled and hiccuped, "Really? But... where will I go? I don't w-want to g-go t-to foster care... because some of the f-families aren't a-any better... and I don't w-want t-to leave m-my n-new f-fr-friends behind..."
"Oh..." both femmes failed to see that one coming.
They remained hugging for a moment before Rhea spoke, "There's a rehab center in the hospital my Carrier works at. You can stay there until the medics decide where to send you to."
Helios hiccuped, "Th-Thank you... so much..."
Pixie pulled back from the hug, smiling softly, "Et's nah biggie; mah Mommeh said once: Friends don' let friends suffer; friends help friends heal an' strive. Whateva strive means, Ay think et's good."
Helios smiled.
"Mah Daddeh es comin' ta pick us up from school an' he can help us." added Pixie. 'Ay promise, yer gonna git bettah."
The mechling wiped his tears away as his smile grew wide.
I also noticed that I failed to put in page breaks. Heh. Oops. Its not like anyone voiced it. :)