One of the biggest mysteries in TF Prime is who Jack's dad is. There are like multiple fics about him, from Cybertronians to psychos...I know that I've already done a fic like this...but I couldn't resist this one.

*Note-this has nothing to do with Son of the Stars. This is just pure Jack, Miko, Raf, 'Bots, Fowler, June...and any other character that I do not own.

Disclaimer-I do not own Transformers: Prime or Merlin.

Chapter 1

Myth Meets Reality

The sun was just beginning to set, spreading fiery colors across the Nevada sky. In the desert, no one really stopped to take in the scenery…which is why he picked this place. He and his wife each had something to say, but the man had decided to go first.

The dark haired couple held hands as they faced one another, their faces saddened by the inevitable.

"I don't want you to go," the woman breathed, looking up into her husband's dark blue eyes.

"You know I have to," the man replied, his British accent thick and heavy, "I must return to England to wait for my friend's arrival."

"I knew I should have gone first," the woman sighed, "There's something I should tell you."

"What?"

"Honey, we're going to have a baby," she whispered.

The man's jaw dropped.

After all the misfortune he had had throughout the years, losing friend after friend after friend…losing the woman he loved dearest…and by his best friend's hand nonetheless! It had been an accident, sure, but still…

His heart ached for her.

And he saw much of her in his wife, of course, that's why he married her.

"A-a child?" he stuttered, putting a hand to his head.

His wife nodded.

He gripped her hands, pulling her close to him.

"Come with me," he begged, "Come with me to England, we can meet my friend…and then we can restore what had been…"

"I can't," his wife replied, shaking her head, "My parents…"

"I understand," he replied.

He had lost his long ago. One from an attempted assassination on the man and his friend, the other from old age.

He tossed the bundle that he held in his hands up into the air before catching it once more and handing it to his wife. A gleam of polished, dark wood and blue crystal; silver and gold metal engraved with runes, peaked through the cloth, making his wife blink in surprise.

"Your staff…his sword…"

"Keep them, he might need them when he's older,"

"You already know?" she asked, wide-eyed, "It's a boy?"

The man winced, he didn't mean to see that far.

He foresaw what the boy would go through…

And he didn't like it.

Metal monsters with red eyes and attacked the city, one that looked uncannily like a giant spider that chased his son down, took his love captive…then there were the blue-eyed ones, one that had taken a great liking towards his son, another that radiated leadership and kindness that respected his son…

No, his wife would not know of these things…not until the boy was older.

"Yes," the man replied, "And he will grow into a fine young man…you'll raise him well,"

"And you?"

"I will watch over him…when I can," he said softly as he kissed her forehead.

He reached into his pocket once more…pulling out a roughly carved wooden dragon that his own father had carved for him.

"Draca gebeorgan my sunu," the man whispered into the wood.

His dark blue eyes flashed a brilliant golden color briefly before fading back to blue. The dragon's wings twitched slightly before becoming immobile once more as the man handed the carving to his wife and unborn child.

"I love you, June," he whispered into her midnight hair, "I will come back one day…I promise,"

"And we'll be waiting," she replied back as he pulled her into one last kiss…

Suddenly, there was nothing but air.

June Darby sighed and put a hand to her abdomen.

"I just hope that it will be during my lifetime, Merlin,"

That's one! so should I continue (Note, it will be spaced out depending on ideas of SOTS, FDTD:DIWP, and Pool Party) or should I let it die as a oneshot? The choice is yours!

Second, Merlin uses Old English for his spells, and since I don't know any (no one really does), I'm using an English-Old English translator. So don't kill me if its wrong! :)

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please R&R! :)

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.