Transformers Imagines and Oneshots

Adopted (Jazz and Abused Child Reader)

Song is If I Had You by Adam Lambert.
This is kinda TFP, but I'm adding the RID Jazz to it. Hope y'all enjoy! I really enjoyed writing it! My older brother turned twenty one today, and was able to legally try alcoholic beverages for the first time! Oh! Did I mention that my sister is pregnant, and I'm gonna be an Aunt!!!!!! I'm beyond excited!!!
Alyss' POV
I ran to my room and hid under my bed. Terror ran through me.
"Get back here worthless sprite!" I heard my dad yell. I didn't even understand what I did wrong. Let me back up for you and explain what's going on. My name is Alyss. I am five years old. I have an older sister whose name is Diana. My parents always thought she was the perfect child, while I was a disappointment. I knew that, even at a young age. My parents often beat me for the smallest mistakes, although I did my best to do everything they asked of me. This time, it had to do with the dishes. I hadn't finished them in the five minutes they gave me. The sink was full of dishes, and I was almost done, but the pan eggs were cooked in was giving me trouble. So, instead of understanding, my dad hit me, and dragged me into the living room by my hair. I kicked and screamed but it did no good. Mom brought out the rod, and I was forced to strip, lay facedown on the couch, and allow myself to be beaten. This time, however, I managed to get free, and ran to my room to hide. I slid under the small space under my bed quickly, praying I wouldn't be found.
"Come here, Alyss! You come here right now! Or we'll punish you for twice as long!" My mom yelled. I whimpered quietly, but refused to move. My dad came to my room, and I did my very best to not make a sound. My mom must have come in after he did, because I shrieked as a hand grasped my ankle. I was then beaten until I passed out from the pain.
I woke up by my alarm the next day, still on the floor. I managed to drag myself up, and slowly and painfully got dressed. It was hot, but I had to wear all long sleeves to cover my injuries. I had started first grade two weeks ago. I got all of my stuff ready, and dragged myself to the kitchen. Mom gave me a moldy sandwich. I didn't dare complain. I knew what would happen if I did.
"Off you go, glitch! And don't even think about touching the new car your father bought yesterday! And I better not get a call from your teachers, or you are going to get it!"
"Yes, ma'am," I said quietly. I ran out the door. Although I didn't like school, it was better than that place. I took a brief moment to admire the white and blue Solstice that my dad must have bought yesterday. It truly was a beautiful car. Then, I ran to catch the bus.
School was boring, and I didn't eat that day either. I hadn't eaten since dinner two days ago, and that wasn't even very much. My parents rarely bothered to feed me. My sister, on the other hand, was spoiled and mean. My parents always gave her what she wanted, legal or not. Finally, the school day was over, and I tiredly trudged home. As soon as I approached the house, my dad came outside in a rage. He then accused me of scratching his new car. I denied it. It was true. I looked at it, yes, but never laid a finger on it. How could I anyways? I was at school. I knew my sister had done it, and was probably blaming it on me. She did that a lot.
"I didn't do it dad! I didn't! I was at school!" I cried out. My dad growled at me. I found myself pressed up against the very same car I wasn't allowed to touch without realizing it.
"You're just saying that to get out of it! Diana saw you do it right before you went to school!" So it was her who told him that. He raised his hand to hit me. He brought it down, and did that again and again, as I screamed. Finally, he left me there next to the car, a black and blue and bloody mess. I sat down and sobbed to myself, wondering why this happened to me, when I heard a quiet rumble. I froze. What was that? It sounded like it came from the car, but I wasn't sure. Then, a kind voice with a strange accent spoke.
"Heya kiddo, what happened back there?" [I don't know how to write his accent, so just imagine it I guess.]
I stared in surprise. The voice did come from the car. Was I going crazy? Apparently not, because the car suddenly popped a door open.
"Hop on in kiddo. It's okay, ya can trust me. I won't hurt ya." I slowly did as the car said, making sure no one was watching me. I painfully crawled inside the passenger seat. The glove box popped open.
"There's some napkins in there if ya want to bandage up yer nose a little."
I thought I heard an underlying growl when he said that, and quickly obeyed him.
"Now then, ma designation is Jazz. I'm an Autobot from tha planet Cybertron. What's your name kiddo?"
"My name is Alyss," I whispered, staring at my lap.
"Ah pretty name for ah pretty lady," Jazz complimented. I smiled to myself. That was the first compliment I had ever received.
"Now then, what was that all about? I do know it was your sister who scratched me, but why did your Sire hurt you? Even if you did, no Sire should hurt their Sparkling like that."
His engine revved slightly in anger. I curled up in the seat, afraid. His tone softened.
"I'm sorry I scared you kiddo. I'm just angry that you're not treated well." Jazz apologized. It seemed to be a day of firsts for me. No one had ever apologized to me before either. I decided to tell him a little bit about what's going on.
"My parents think I'm a disappointment, and have ever since I was born," I whispered. "They think my sister is the perfect child, and they use me as a slave." I teared up again. Jazz gave a soft rumble in comfort.
"How about this kiddo. I've got to see if there are any other Autobots on this planet, so I might have to leave soon. What if I left tomorrow, and take ya with me? I could take care of ya the best I can, and I really don't want to leave ya here with those glitches."
I thought about it for a moment. It sounded wonderful! Jazz seemed very nice, and I knew he would look after me.
"Yes, please," I said with a small smile. "I would like that very much."
"Well, it's settled then!" Jazz said cheerfully. "I'll leave tomorrow. Come down here a bit earlier then normal tomorrow morning. I'll be waiting around the corner over by the brick red house, so no one in your family will see ya get in. If they ask where ya are going, tell them you're going to school early. They will think you're at school all day, and we'll be long gone before they figure out you're even gone."
I nodded. The plan was simple but I wondered...
"But if you're gone, they'll know I was with you! What if they think I stole you?!" I said in a panic. Jazz chuckled.
"Already got that covered, kiddo. The car I chose for my alt mode was actually the car they bought. I saw ya yesterday, and I looked like ya was limping. I wanted to make sure ya was okay, so I scanned the car, hid it nearby, and then replaced it. I'll switch it out tonight, and probably scan a new almost later. Don't worry kid. My main job was a spy. I know how to stay hidden."
I smiled at the steering wheel, which lit up whenever he spoke.
"Okay," I said. "I'll go inside and finish my chores before dad wonders where I am."
Jazz sighed, hating to let me back inside the house, but he had to.
"Alright then. Take care of yourself, okay?"
"I'll try my best," I smiled at my new friend. Then, I went back inside. Although dad glowered at me whenever he saw me, I managed to not get beaten again for the rest of the day. That night, I packed my few belongings in my backpack, and waited anxiously for morning to come. A few minutes earlier than normal, I got up, got dressed, and went downstairs. Neither of my parents were in sight, so I managed to grab an apple that wasn't moldy, and made myself "lunch" from the only moldy bread I was allowed to eat, although I always threw those sandwiches away. This was so as to not cause any suspicion. My mom came in before I left, and I told her I was going to school early, as Jazz told me to. She grumbled at me, but let me go. I ran outside. Sure enough, there was another car there that I knew wasn't Jazz. This must be the one he was talking about! I ran to our agreed meeting place. Jazz revved his engine when he saw me, and popped the door open. I climbed in.
"We good to go, kiddo?" He asked me.
"Oh yes!" I nodded vigorously.
He chuckled, and we drove off. It was wonderful. True to his word, he took care of me. Last night, Jazz had been busy making a credit card account, and he bought me food, clothes, and supplies. He took me out to eat, and let me eat as much as I wanted, while teasingly calling me a horse because I was so hungry. I didn't mind it. I knew he was kidding. After a few weeks, we had still not found any sign of Autobots or Decepticons. Jazz had explained to me more about their war, and was finally able to show me his bot form when we were alone in the middle of nowhere. I thought it was amazing! An alien was my new dad! I did see him as a dad, although I didn't have the courage to call him that yet. I didn't want him to get angry at me. We soon found a cave that was hidden, but also fairly close to civilization, so I wouldn't be too isolated. Jazz had decided to homeschool me. We didn't know if my family was looking for me, so we didn't want to take that chance. We were several states away right now, but we were still cautious. I thrived under his teaching, and after ten years, graduated high school at fifteen. I went to college after that, and got a degree in nursing. I was sad to go to college, as I didn't want to leave my father, but he told me he didn't want to stand in the way of my success, so I visited him whenever I could. After graduating college at nineteen, I got a job at the hospital near where we lived, in Jasper, Nevada. I became friends with another nurse there named June Darby, and soon her son, Jack. They were very kind to me. Dad began picking me up whenever he could, so we could hang out. I started calling him dad about six months after he adopted me, and he said that was the best day of his life. I loved him so much. I became friends with the Esquivels as well, and soon became a tutor for some of their kids as a part-time job. Their youngest, Rafael, was exceptionally bright. One day, the sweet boy invited me to race cars with him in the abandoned construction right up the street from his house. He had built a remote control car, and wanted me to help him work out the kinks. I knew a little bit about that kind of stuff, courtesy of my dad. Suddenly, we heard a loud engine accompanied by a yell. A blue motorcycle flew above us, then skidded to a stop after hitting the ground. A boy I recognized as Jack Darby cautiously climbed off, staring at the motorway like it wasn't normal.
Hmmm I wonder... I thought. Through the time I had been with Jazz, we had detected no sign of Autobot or Decepticon activity. Maybe, that would change tonight. As if hearing my thoughts, we heard two more engines rev. Two purple cars that looked very menacing drove down a concrete slope. Then, they transformed. I knew immediately they were Decepticons by the insignias they had. Which means...
Just then, the motorcycle also transformed into a femme. She was clearly an Autobot, as her blue eyes and insignia showed.
"This ends here, Cons!" She spat. She then charged the Cons with the grace of a warrior, and engaged them. She did well too, until she got hit in the chest by a lucky shot. Before the Cons could kill her, a beeping noise sounded out. A black and yellow Camaro joined the fight. He was obviously an Autobot as well. He saved the femme, and engaged the two Cons. The femme got up, rubbing her head. After the yellow and black bot appeared to have temporarily defeated the Cons, he went closer to us. Suddenly, there was a crunch. He lifted up his foot, and saw the remains of the toy car that Raf had built.
"Oops! I'm so sorry about that!" The bot beeped in Cybertronian Morse code. I could only understand it because dad had taught a bit of it to me.
"No problem, really," Raf replied. I guess he could understand him too.
"Look out!" I exclaimed, just as one of the Cons got up and blindsided the bot. He went down, and one was prepared to shoot him, as the other was engaging the blue femme.
"Leave him alone!" Raf cried out with a sudden burst of bravery. The Con turned his blaster on us.
"Please," the boy added quietly.
"Bad call," Jack scolded. The Con stalked towards us, and we ran for the huge pipes. As we ran through, I could sense the large fingers reaching for us, until they were suddenly gone. We looked back, and saw the yellow bot.
"Sorry about that. Hope y'all are okay!" He beeped.
"Thank you," Raf said with a smile. The bot seemed a little flustered at our thanks, and returned to the fight.
"What did we just see?" Raf asked us in shock.
"I don't know, and I'm not sure I want to find out," Jack replied. I didn't say anything. I didn't want to give away that I knew everything about those creatures, and had in fact been raised by one. I quickly called dad, and asked him to pick me up. He met me at our usual meeting place ten minutes later.
"What's up, kiddo?" He asked me. I grinned.
"You'll never guess what happened today!"
The next day, we managed to establish contact. We both figured that whoever was in charge on this planet would want to talk to the kids, so we went to the school around the time it got out.
"There! It's the yellow bot!" I said, pointing to him. Dad pulled up behind him.
"I'll talk to him through our internal comm link and see what he says," dad said. It was quiet in the car for a few minutes.
"He said we can follow him to their base. And guess whose leading the bots on this planet? Optimus Prime himself!" I knew dad was really happy about this, as he was the Prime's TIC, and knew him quite well.
"And I know this bot too. His name is Bumblebee. I've probably mentioned him a couple of times."
I smiled.
"That's awesome dad! I finally get to meet some of your friends!" He chuckled, and we drove through town. After a while of driving, we were in the middle of nowhere. I saw the motorcycle behind us, carrying Jack and another student I didn't recognize. We drove towards a large mesa, where a small door opened up to let us through. It was hard to believe that the Autobot base was right here, so close to where we lived. I saw an orange and white Autobot standing at some monitors.
"Ah yes! That's good old Ratchet! The "Doctor of Doom"!" Dad exclaimed. I smiled. Dad had told me of some of his adventures involving the old medic, who apparently had the bedside manner of a piranha. I saw another Autobot, a huge green one, but dad didn't recognize him. Once we made it into the main room, I got out of dad, and gave him room to transform. The other two Autobots did the same. I took my usual place on dad's shoulder. Once the other Autobots saw him, they greeted him happily. I think the kids were shocked when they saw me casually perched on his shoulder. I figured I owed them an explanation.
"Guys," I said. "This is Jazz. He saved me from my abusive family when I was five years old, and had raised me ever since. He's done nothing but care for me for the past fifteen years. I owe him my life. You can trust him."
As I was explaining, another Autobot approached. I immediately knew he was different from the others. He was taller than all of them, and had a royal blue and red paint job. I immediately knew this was the great Optimus Prime, and bowed my head respectfully to him. He nodded back. He then proceeded to explain everything to the children. I mostly tuned it out, as I had heard it all before. Once he finished explaining, he turned to us.
"It is good to see you alive and well, Jazz," he greeted formally. "How long have you been on Earth?"
Dad shrugged. "About twenty years. I took the kid in five years after I got here. I noticed her limping and wanted to see if she was okay. Later that day when I saw her Sire beat her for something she didn't do, I knew I had to do something. I couldn't just leave her there, so we ran away the next day."
Optimus nodded, and I saw a brief flash of anger when he heard how I was treated as a child. I frowned. I didn't like thinking about what happened. Then, something happened. A monitor beeped.
"Blasted Earth tech! Cliffjumper's signal just popped online!" Ratchet exclaimed. "Another bug! The system's chock-full of them!" 
The blue femme looked at Optimus.
"If there's any chance Cliff's alive..." she trailed off. Optimus didn't hesitate.
"Ratchet, prepare sickbay. We may need it." He commanded. Ratchet started up what I'm pretty sure was a groundbridge.
"Autobots, roll out!" Optimus commanded as he transformed into a semi truck and drove through. The Autobots, save Ratchet, followed him. I didn't listen as Ratchet briefly explained the technology of the groundbridge to the kids. I was worried about my dad. He hadn't been in the field for a while, and I was worried about how rusty he was. Soon, Optimus' voice came in with a sense of urgency.
"Ratchet, bridge us back! Use the arrival coordinates now!"
Ratchet did so immediately. They all drove through in a hurry, and I was relieved to see my dad was alright. I didn't see another bot come through with them, so I assumed the worst had happened. A blue fire followed them, the force of it causing Optimus to flip through the air and land on his knees. Ratchet asked about Cliffjumper, but their long faces told him all he needed to know. I looked down, sad. Soon after, Optimus assigned the kids guardians, and they went home. Dad and I, however, would be joining them in the base.
"Welcome to the Autobots, Alyss!" My dad smiled at me.
As I slept in dad's berthroom with him, I thought of how lucky I was that he adopted me, of all the other children.
I have the greatest dad in the universe, I thought. And nothing will ever change that.
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