Sorry that I haven't written or updated anything in a long time! I've just been so darn busy x.x

Anyway, this was just a random idea. I was experimenting with stuff, and this is what I got! I'd like to know what you guys think! I'm sorry if either Jack or Logan seem OOC in this x.x Anywho, disclaimer's on my profile, same for all my other stories too! ENJOY!

"Some day, Jack, you'll understand. Some day, I'll come back, I promise, but right now I can't stay here. I love ya."

That was what Jack's father had said to him eleven years ago.

Yet, even after so long, the teen still didn't understand, and highly doubted his dad would come home.

Not that he'd thought his father would. No, he left, he was bound to never come back.

Jack sighed as he stared at his calender a moment longer, then burried his head in his hands, the day burned in his mind.

Today was it. The same day his father left.

Jack glanced at his clock, the red LED numbers blinking at him.

4:45 pm.

Four more hours until it was officially twelve years.

Jack furiously shook his head, raven hair whipping about as he did so. No, he wouldn't think about it!

Standing, Jack went to his dresser, rumaging through the drawers. It was Friday, and he planned to spend his night relaxing while his mom worked a late shift at the hospital and Arcee was away on recon. It was a rare treat, and he planned to enjoy it to its fullest.

Deciding on clothing that was comfortable, he quickly changed into simple sweats and a plain t-shirt.

He went downstairs, but paused halfway to examine a picture on the wall that was on the staircases right.

The picture was in an old, black painted wood frame, the glass dusty.

A young woman, easy to recognize as his mother when she was in her early twenties, smiled at the camera. Her hair was shorter back then, held back from her face by a headband. She looked much less worried back then too, Jack remembered that without the picture even. She also smiled more then too.

In front of her was a small boy. Jack, back when he was four. He was staring in awe at the camera, large, blue-grey eyes shining happily. He was smiling widely, tiny teeth showing. His raven locks were unruly, looking as though it'd never been touched with a brush (except Jack knew different, remembering with a wince how many times his mom tried to get a brush through his hair).

Then, crouching beside him, giving the toddler a one armed hug...was Jack's dad. Logan.

A man gave a small smile, which looked rare on his stern face. He looked like he hadn't shaved recently, and had black hair that was just as wild as the little boy's. His dark eyes looked almost feral in a way. His skin was darker than that of the other two people, which was a sharp contrast to see in the photo.

Jack shook his head, quickly going down the remaining steps, ignoring how they creaked under his feet.

He entered the livingroom where the tv waited, along with a couch, chair and coffee table.

Turning to the kitchen which was connected to the livingroom, Jack went in, starting to pop some popcorn.

What movie to watch, he mused, going to look over the dvds.

He paused, looking up, brow furrowed when he thought he heard something. He then shook his head. The house was old, it made noises, so it was nothing he decided.

Picking a movie, he put it into the dvd player, then went, getting the popcorn.

He sat on the couch, starting the movie as he ate a handful of popcorn.

He went through a few movies, then found his favorite.

Soon, he was wrapped up in the movie...

So wrapped up that he didn't see something, or rather, someone, creep into the room.

Dark eyes watched Jack with a soft gaze for a long few minutes.

Jack paused, hand halfway to his mouth when he frowned. He felt like...like he was being watched.

He checked his cellphone to see the time. 9:37.

His mom and Arcee would be gone awhile longer.

Jack tensed when he heard something. A...a footstep?

He then slowly turned.

Jack gasped, jumping to his feet and stumbling back when he saw a dark figure watching him.

He then took in a deep breath, going to scream-!

The man darted forward, covering his mouth with a large, callused and rough hand.

Jack's eyes widened in shock and slight fear. No. Nonononononono!

It was...it was his dad..!

"Jack, Jack, it's okay, it's me! Jus' relax."

Jack didn't listen to the man, instead struggling, trying to get away.

"Jack! It's okay!" The man tried again, surprised.

Logan gave a yell of pain when Jack bit down, hard, on his hand. He pulled back, cradling his hand, and the teen bolted.

"Jack! Jack, wait!"

The youth refused to stop, grabbing his cellphone and running up the stairs. He went into his room, slamming the door shut and locking it. He leaned against the door, trying to get his hands to stop shaking as he dialed the 'bot base.

He held it to his ear as it rang. A moment later, the door began to shake as Logan pounded on it, yelling.

"Jack! I'm not gonna hurt ya! Open th' door!"

Jack gulped, praying for Ratchet to pick up.

A moment later there was a click, and Jack nearly fell to the ground in relief when he heard Ratchet's voice.

"Jack? Why are you calling so la-"

"Ratchet! I need help!" Jack cut him off, panic evident in his hoarse, cracking voice.

"Jack?! Jack, what-?!"

Jack cried out in pain as the door he leaned on splintered in two, splinters burying into his back. He fell with a thud, phone flying from his hand.

Logan came into the room, looking for Jack. His eyes widened when he saw the pained teen.

"Dammit!" He hissed, kneeling down to examine the teen's back. He looked up when he heard a voice from the phone.

"Jack?! Jack! What's going on?!"

Logan growled, eyes narrowing as he stood and stalked over.

Jack winced as there when there was a sickening crunch as his father stepped on the phone, crushing it.

The raven youth forced himself to sit up, crawling back as he stared at his dad, scared.

"Wh-why are you here?!" He demanded, voice cracking slightly with fear.

Logan looked up, and his eyes softened. He moved forward, holding his hands up in a non-threatening way.

"Jack, c'mon, don't tell me ya forgot? I told ya I'd come back."

The teen scooted back more as the man approached, then winced when his injured back ran into the wall.

"S-stay away from m-me!"

Logan frowned, brow furrowed.

"Jack, ya know I won't hurt ya. C'mon, let me see yer back."

Jack only stared at him with mistrust.

"W-what do y-y-you want?"

The man crouched down, trying to look less threatening (though considering how fearsome he looked in general, that was a hard feat).

"Jay, jus' relax. I'm here, jus' like I promised."

"Yeah, like you promised eleven years ago!" Jack hissed venomously.

Logan flinched, grimacing. Ouch.

"I'm sorry, alright? I got amnesia, I only got my memories back recen'ly."

"I wish you'd forgoten forever!" Jack snapped, voice hoarse.

Logan sighed, frowning. He didn't look angry, but dissapointed instead.

"Jack, ya know ya don't mean that."

"Like hell I don't!"

Sighing, the man moved forward and Jack gave a yell of anger, surprise and fear as his father carefully slung him over his shoulders. He tried to make sure he didn't put strain on the teen's injured back.

"P-put me down! Dammit, leave me alone!"

"Jus' calm down. Yer gonna make your back hurt even more."

"Well if you didn't break the damn door down I wouldn't be hurt in the first place!"

Jack struggled fiercely as he was carried outside.

Growling in frustraition, Logan went into the back yard where a large...large...Jack didn't even know what it was.

The teen struggled even more as Logan moved towards it. No! He had to get away! The 'bots would come, he just had to buy time some way, any way!

But his father was too strong, and managed to get him inside.

Jack growled, screaming angrily as he writhed about while Logan wrestled him into a seat, locking the seatbelts into place.

"Dammit Jack! Ya gotta stop it! Yer gonna hurt yerself!" The man ground out, grabbing the teen's upper arms to try and still his movements.

"Let me go!" Jack demanded. "I don't want to go with you!"

"Look, ya prob'ly don't understand, but somethin's gonna happen, prob'ly soon! This is fer the best, ya gotta trust me on tha', Jack." Logan tried.

Jack continued to struggle, the seatbelts straining as he pushed against them.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about!"

Logan sighed, then brought a hand up.

There was a strange sound, and Jack froze, gaping in shock and horror as three blades shot out from his father's knuckles.

"Wh-wh-what the-?! Wh-wh-?! H-h-how-?!"

"Woah! Woah, easy there..!" Logan soothed, the blades vanishing into his knuckles as he gently ran a hand through the teen's hair.

Jack quivered, now afraid more than anything.

"Look, I promise I'll explain ev'rythin' to ya, okay? But this ain't the place 'r time." Logan assured, trying to calm his son.

"I-I don't want t-to go with you!"

"Yer mom won't understand, a'right? Ya can't stay here. Some weird stuff is gonna happen, an' it might even be painful. Yer mom wouldn't know what ta do. Once all this is done, I'll bring ya back, alright?"

"Why should I turst you?! It took you eleven fragging years to fulfil your last damn 'promise'!"

Logan winced. He never knew words could hurt.

Sighing, he sat down.

Jack felt panicked as they took to the air.

This couldn't be happening!