If you have read my Halo fanfic, you would have learned that I would also be updating this story too.

I will not give spoilers, but if you do not like mentions of child abuse, read with due caution.

I don't own Transformers. OCs are mentioned.

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Chapter Twelve

"Hey, Pixeh, how was school?" asked Jazz as he knelt down to receive his creation.

"Et was fun! An' Rhea an' meh met ay new friend!" she said excitedly as she kissed his cheek.

Jazz grinned, "See, Ay told ya dat ya would."

Pixie craned her helm back towards Helios, motioning him forward. Helios looked at Jazz shyly before stepping forward and saying, "Hello."

The mech nodded in greeting, "An' what would beh yer designation lil mech?"

"I'm Helios..." he paused, looking at Rhea and Pixie for encouragement. They gave him tiny nods and he continued, taking another step towards Jazz, "...sir... I don't want to go home."

Jazz tilted his helm, "Why es dat?"

"M-My Sire... beats me..." Jazz's energon froze in his fuel lines, "and when I'm with my Carrier... she isn't home and... I'm left to starve until she comes back..."

Jazz's spark nearly shattered as he opened his arms and brought the mechling close; he could see the abuse on the youngling, all the dents and his frailty.

"Please..." Helios begged as he cried by his audio, "...don't send me home... I don't want to go back."

"Don' worry. Ya won't go back dere." assured Jazz as he carried him. He looked at the femmes near his pedes, "C'mon lil ladies. Let's go."

Jazz pivoted around and he came face to face with another mech who was a royal blue with black and he did not look pleasant as he wore a scowl.

"Helios, you little runt, what did I tell you?" the mech growled as he had his optics narrowed in the youngling's direction. Helios shrunk visibly into Jazz's side, fear flaring in his field. The mech's angered gaze went to Jazz, "And exactly what do you think you are doing?"

"Takin' 'im away from ya. Now leave b'fore Ay notify tha Enforcers." said Jazz as he covered Helios with his arms.

"For what? You don't have proof of anything." scoffed the other mech, "Give him to me. Now."

"So ya can beat 'im tha moment ya shut tha door? Helios es enough ta git ya locked up fer maltreatment of ay minor an' physical abuse ta ay child."

The mech looked unimpressed, "Give him to me before I kill you in front of all these children. I don't care what the consequences are, I will get him."

"Ya don' know who mah Sire es, ya bucket o' bolts! He can keel ya ten times ova b'fore ya know what happened!" Pixie shouted at Helios' Sire.

This caught the attention of the majority of mechs and children; the younglings immediately went behind their Creators and the instructors came forward.

Jazz huffed, "Pixie, quiet." he then opened a comm to the Iaconian Enforcer Department, ::This es Jazz an' weh have ay public disturbance on school grounds regardin' ay mech who poses ay threat ta tha environment. He threatens ta kill.::

The Chief Enforcer acknowledged, ::Sending a unit to your location immediately. Thank you.::

"What is the problem?" asked the principal.

"None of your business." growled Helios' Sire instantaneously.

Unimpressed, the principal continued, "I will have to ask you to leave the property for posing a threat to our environment."

"Then tell this imbecile to return my youngling." he demanded, pointing at Jazz.

The principal looked at Jazz, "Sir, give him his child."

"NO!" Helios shrieked as he clutched Jazz's neck firmly with his arms. "He's gonna hurt me! Don't let me go!"

"Ay won't let ya go, Helios." said Jazz quietly to the youngling.

Sounds of wailing sirens filled the air as Enforcers began to enter the street and surrounded the front entrance of the building. White and black mechs circled around the posing threat as the others were ushering the families away from the scene.

Pixie spotted her Carrier and she wanted to greet him, but she restrained the impulse as Prowl had told her once, "If you see me on the streets while I'm doing my job, pretend that you don't know me. Some mechs will use you against me to get what they want and put you in danger."

"What is the problem?" asked Prowl as he cautiously approached Jazz and the upset mech.

The blue and black mech pointed an accusing digit at Jazz, "He will not return my youngling."

"Under what circumstances?" the commanding Enforcer turned towards his mate, face serious as ever.

"Tha younglin' claims dat dis mech abuses 'im; on terms o' frequency, Ay don' know, an' 'e threatened ta keel meh if AY didn't hand 'im ova. Ay don' know 'bout ya, sir, but giving tha younglin' away aftah ay threat an' confession of abuse es nat ay smart decision. If Ay was stupid, den Ay would nat have suspected any harm ta b'fall on tha younglin'." replied Jazz. He then sniffed a whiff of the air, "An' if Ay ain't mistakened, Ay do believe dat's high grade on 'im an'... expresso?"

The blue and black mech growled as his optics narrowed.

Prowl's gaze went from Jazz to the other mech before he spoke, "First Aid, give me a diagnosis on the youngling. Fender, give this one a breather test."

Said mechs acknowledge their order; First Aid approached Jazz and he took the youngling, setting him down a fair distance from the blue and black mech. He scanned Helios, a diagnostics appearing on the datapad the scan was linked to.

Upon completion, First Aid shook his helm before showing it to Prowl. Helios looked confused a secondary medic picked him up and held his close to his chest.

"Where are you going to take me?" he asked with a timid whimper.

The medic smiled softly, "In better servos, kiddo. You'll be taken care of."

Fender looked at the other mech's results and frowned, "Sir?"

Prowl walked over and he read his results; he was several percentages above acceptable in the high grade category and there were traces of expresso.

"Read him his rights and place him under custody. I also want you to see a judge to be granted a search warrant on his properties." ordered Prowl. The mech scowled as Fender began protocol, placing him in stasis cuffs.