This story actually was a dream that I've been having for a while now. I'm gonna be changing it up though. This will be a major crossover of several things later on, but for now it will be only two things. I really should be working on my essay instead, but I wanted to get this written before I forget more about it.

Enjoy!

June sat at the dining room table with a steaming coffee cup held tightly in both her hands. Her gut felt like it was twisting, and her heart and lungs felt like they were being squeezed. Her son, Jack, was off with the Autobots today. It was her day off as well. She didn't mind that he was away. Honestly. She was happy he had finally made friends even though most weren't from Earth. She glanced at the photo album that sat on the table in front of her. It was opened to the only photo she had of Jack's father.

Lightly tanned skin and handsomely set face. His dark brown hair was kept in a strange style of messy and neatly combed that only he and Jack could pull off. Brown eyes stared straight into the camera with an amused sparkle, while his face was set in an annoyed look. A look that only less than a handful of people could tell was fake. He was in a suit when the photo was taken, June recalled that they were going to a play that she had wanted to see. He had an arm wrapped around her with a hand resting on her hip.

She was smiling in the picture. A dark blue strapless dress that looked black with soft felt flowers designs. A hand on his, her hair done up with soft curls hanging just over her bare shoulders. Later that night she had revealed to him that she was pregnant.

A humorless chuckle escaped her. She looked back into her cup, watching the steam twirl in random patterns. She remembered him being so nervous at the thought of him having a child. But, he was also excited. He had wanted to become a father, a great father. He wanted to be better than his father, to have the ability to provide Jack with everything he dreamed of. He had started working more and more, even though he already was a millionaire. Sadly, he became so engrossed in work that he had become just like his father. Hardly spending anytime with June and Jack when he had been born. He wasn't even there for the birth though he did show up afterward apologizing profusely.

She waited until Jack was a month old before giving the father a choice. Stop working so hard and actually be a father and fiancé, or she would leave him. His choice is obvious now. He probably forgot she told him that she would be leaving, he never had that great of a memory when it came to social situations.

For 15 years he had been all over the news. Constantly drinking and a different woman laid in his bed almost every other night. Even though she was disgusted and angry with him still for choosing work over his family, she couldn't fully blame him. His first child and terrified of doing something that would harm all of them. He was afraid to even hold Jack the whole time they were there. And she still cared and worried for him.

She petrified when she heard over the radio that he had been kidnapped during his stay in Afghanistan. She cried when he returned to the US relatively safe. She watched the conference he had demanded on arrival. She didn't know whether to believe him when he said that his company would stop producing weapons. It had been a month since then and so far his words seemed true.

June stood and left to get the phone from its charger in the hall. She had thought long and hard about what she was about to do, and she could only hope that she was given a chance. She typed in a friend's number and waited,

"Virginia? It's June…I need to ask you something."

I hope you liked it. You will find out who the father officially is, but for right now I kinda want to see if anyone can guess Jack's Dad right now. I'm gonna write the next chapter after I publish this one, and will put the second chapter up tomorrow if I get atleast one review. Please review, I'm not gonna lie, I'm desperate for feedback.