Hello everyone on Fanfiction. Now I know that most of you know that I'm doing my own season three of Transformers Prime. But as I'm doing that, I will be trying something else out. See other then season three; I decided to do other stories around the Transformers Prime universe with crossovers or anything that gives a good enough laugh. Though it would be wise to add something a little special and ultimately tie in with my version of season three of TFP. This one is a really good example. See through the first two seasons, we always see Jack and June in some episodes, however we never get the chance to see Jack's father. Sure June says that Jack's father left him in one episode but she never gives any clarity as to why he left nor how. There were people that wrote Fanfiction about what happened to Jack's father, whether it is he abandons them or was killed. Hell, there was one writer that states that Jack's father is Tony Stark A.K.A. Iron Man. That was pretty interesting. But I think I have my own idea in Jack's father and it would involve one of my favorite anime's, Gunslinger Girls.

For those of you who don't know what Gunslinger Girls is, it's about an organization called the Social Welfare Agency that acts as an anti terrorist group that runs missions in stopping Italian mafias and extremists. The agency uses little girls that had fatal injuries and sickness and turned them into conditioned cybernetic soldiers ranging from shooters to assassins or anything in between. Accompanying these girls is their male handlers and calls themselves fratellos, or siblings in Italian. I've got to admit, the show is pretty good and had some great action in some spots. If you guys want to see it for yourselves, they have the entire two seasons on Netflix. Rent it or watch it instantly if you like. After watching the series, I begin to wonder what would happen if Jack's father was part of the agency? I would seem like a great opportunity to use him for my third season in later stories and he needs a little background before that.

I've also been thinking that since he needs a little girl with him being that they would be a different kind of fratello, I've decided to Elsa de Sica into the mix. Elsa is pretty much a cold isolated girl with some serious badass attitude in her missions. It's a shame that she got taken out after her premier; she would've had some potential. Of course you could blame Lauro for that, the guy was a real jerk to her. That's why I'm switching Lauro with Jack's father because I believe he would take care of her as much as his son. Plus this would give me the chance to make Elsa's character well rounded and adapt well with her surroundings, especially with the Autobots. But here I am talking too much when I should be getting to the story. Here's a brief summary:

Jack's father returned after seven years away from home. But how will he react when Jack's friends are the Autobots? More importantly, what will Jack react when his father works for an organization that uses little girls as cybernetic soldiers?

Chapter Notes

This story will take place in 'Lycoris Radiata Herb (Cluster Amaryllis)' of Gunslinger Girls and between 'Loose Cannons' and 'Crossfire' of Transformers Prime. But here's the real kicker. The first few chapters would involve Jack's father and Elsa de Sica while the rest will be about the Autobots. Just to give you the heads up before I get started with this story. Also, since the Prime premiered in 2010 and Jack is 16-years-old, I decided to put together a couple of flashbacks on this and the beginning chapters where it took place 7 years ago and that Jack was eight. Just wanted to make it a little more intriguing for Jack's father's origins. All and all, I say this will be an interesting story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Prime or Gunslinger Girls

Other then all of that, enjoy!

Transformers Prime: John and Elsa

Chapter One: Jonathan Darby

Flashback…

Seven years ago out in the desert roads of Iraq, the place was scorching hot and the only thing that would survive would be lizards, snakes, and plants. Just then, a combat jeep was driving through the dirt road and was on its way to Baghdad to help out with the recovery efforts within the strip. It has been months since the Iraq War started and the people of Baghdad have been liberated from Saddam Hussein's ruling. Now all that's left is to bring the city back to prosperity that was once lost. Inside the jeep, a small group of soldiers were talking about heading home in a few days and were excited to meet with their family and friends. One soldier though was a little quite throughout the whole trip. That soldiers name is Jonathan Darby, or John for short. He was sitting there quietly looking at a family picture of himself, his wife June, and his only son Jack. He took that picture before he was sent to Iraq to help out with the war and promised his family that he would be back in the coming months. Though this isn't the way this assignment will end a few days before he returned. As he was looking at the picture, someone tapped his shoulder.

Kevin: "Hey John, are you all right? You seem a little spaced out as of late."

John turned to his right and saw Kevin, his twin bother. Both were born in their hometown in Jasper, Nevada and they both signed in to join the military when they were eighteen. The two of them were inseparable for a long time and they look out for each other whether it be during fights or in a battle. He even made Kevin an uncle for his young boy, which he was pleased. John looked at his brother and smiled.

John Darby: "Naw, I'm fine Kev. Just thinking about my family is all."

Kevin looked at the picture of the family and smirked to himself.

Kevin: "Oh I see… You missed your wife and son huh? Don't worry Johnny boy, in a few days we'll be heading back to the states. We'll be meeting with our families back in Jasper soon enough."

Kevin patted his family member on the back as John shook his head and couldn't help but to laugh.

John Darby: "Hope so Kev, cause the last thing I want is your wife to have a heart attack as to why you got into a fight with that punk Tom. Don't know how am I going to explain to her why you have that black eye two days ago."

Kevin: "Easy, I'll just say that I tripped and fell."

Darby rolled his eyes and wouldn't help but to chuckle.

John Darby: "Aw yes. The one answer that solves all known complaints."

The two of them started to laugh it up and was enjoying their time together.

Almost an hour later, the jeep made it to Baghdad and the soldiers got split into a team of two. Both Jack and Kevin were walking down the shopping district where there were civilians were buying exotic fruits and robes along with new shops that were opened to give the folks in Iraq a little taste of Americana. As they were walking, they were greeted by many Iranians, thanking them in their language and oddly enough taking pictures of them. Kevin just waved at the last pedestrian and smiled while John just sighed about all of this.

John Darby: "Sheesh Kev, can you stop acting like a celebrity in front of all these people? You're making an embarrassment of yourself."

Kevin turned to his brother and just laughed that up.

Kevin: "Come on Johnny boy. Get into character. We're heroes here for crying out loud!"

John Darby: "Believe me when I say it, I'll act like hero when I return to Jasper. My son always think of me as a hero."

Kevin: "Pft… Whatever… It's your loss bro. Still, I find that kind of strange for us to go out in patrol when we have a few days to leave."

John Darby: "Because we still need to alert at all times. Just cause we helped free these people from Saddens rule doesn't mean that there could be insurgents ready to strike at any moment."

Kevin: "Really? It does look peaceful around here."

John Darby: "Sometimes Kev, it's the calm before the storm."

The two continued to walk down the street when Darby noticed an Internet café complete with a web cam chat room. Ever since leaving for Iraq, he always checked up on his family everyday through his web cam. He had the tendency in missing chats from time to time due to his assignments. And since they opened up a new Internet café within the shopping district, he believes now would be a good time to check on them. He quickly turned to Kevin and asks for a favor.

John Darby: "Hey Kev, I'm going to call my family in here. Think you can wait for me until I'm done."

Kevin's response was a quick nod and a stand at the post.

Kevin: "Just don't take too long bro."

John nodded and entered the café, signaling to him that it won't take more then five minutes. As soon as he entered the café, he noticed the multiple desks with the latest computer on them with web cams on the monitors. John smiled and could tell that normalcy is finally getting back to Iraq. He then showed his military ID to the desk and he was let in easily. Once he approached one of the computers, he accessed the web cam program and entered his password and calling destination. There were a couple of rings on the web cam program as it waited for a response. After all that waiting, a video screen popped up and a woman in her mid thirties popped up on the screen wearing a hospital gown. It's obvious that this woman was John's wife, June Darby.

June: "Hello, this is the Darby's residence. Who's calling?"

John smiled and responded to her question.

John Darby: "Hey there June."

June's eyes were wide and couldn't believe who she's seeing.

June: "John? Is that you? Thought you were going to call later on."

John just chuckled and responded to her confusion.

John Darby: "Yes, well they opened an Internet Café in Baghdad's shopping district and decided to call you from there. Besides, you can imagine how long it would take to wait for the other soldiers to talk to their other families. So frustrating… So where's my boy?"

June: "He just got back from school a while ago. Let me go get him for you."

She turned her head away and called out her son.

June: "Jack! Your father is on the web cam! Come down and say hello to him!"

John chuckled when he heard his wife call out his son. For a lovely wife, she does have a good set of lungs. After waiting for a few seconds, he saw a young boy of between eight to nine years of age sitting on her mother's lap. He had a tuft of black hair like his mother, bright blue eyes like his father, and a very bubbly personality. It was clear to him that this boy was his only son, Jackson Darby.

Young Jack: "Hi dad! Where's Uncle Kevy?"

John smiled and was please to see his son again, then laughed as he heard him say his brother's nickname.

John Darby: "Hey there son. Uncle Kevy is waiting for me outside of this building. Sorry if he's not here talking to you. But don't sweat it; when we come back home, you get the chance to talk to him all you like. So, how was school today?"

Young Jack: "Okay dad, but Vince keeps picking on me. Just today I talked about you coming back in a few days and Vince came said that you will never come back because you are fighting a war he can't win. It really angers me."

His father sighed to himself and finds that to be a little wrong.

John Darby: "Don't you worry about that bully Vince son. When I come back home, I'm going to teach him a lesson he will soon forget."

Jack smiled and was a little giddy that his father would come home soon.

Young Jack: "I'm sure you will dad."

Jack's mother then interrupted this father son moment and asked about his return home.

June: "So, when are you coming back?"

John Darby: "Probably in about a few days. The general wants us to do sweeps within the sectors of Baghdad incase of any insurgence is going down. Really strange that they want soldiers that are going home in days patrolling the city. But I guess they're a little under staffed and they need every soldier off duty to be on duty immediately. Have the follow orders right?"

June sighed to herself and was a little worried about her husband's job. She always watches the news of what happens when soldiers are on patrol and bombers attacked them on occasions. She's scared if something like that happens to her husband. She looks right at him with pleading eyes on the screen and gave him a fair warning.

June: "Be careful out there John. After what I saw on the news, I just don't want you to get hurt."

John just laughed it up and told June that everything will be all right.

John Darby: "You worry too much June. Relax. This is a secured city with soldiers keeping constant watch. There's no way no one would pull something stupid and attack Baghdad. Everything will be okay."

Suddenly, without warning, there was a huge explosion outside of the Internet café, right where John's brother was standing. The impact of the blast caused the glass to shatter into the café while furniture, computers, and civilians flew away from the blast, including John. After what lasted a couple of seconds, all that's left was debris and smoldering smoke within the building. Fortunately, John slowly got out of the rubble and was a little banged up with a cut on his face. He felt all woozy from that unexpected explosion and wasn't sure what happened. He tired to get up, but he felt a sharp pain in his right ankle that caused him to scream in agony. Looking down, he noticed that his right knee was pierced through a piece of sharp metal and blood was slowly spilling out of the wound. He cringed as he tried to move it but it only worsens the wound. So he tried to call out for help.

John Darby: "Kevin, are you there? I need some help here."

But he didn't hear the response from his brother and was now getting worried. Did he get hit in the blast, or did he… Scared, he called out his brother's name many times.

John Darby: "Kevin! Where are you? Answer me! Kevin? KEVIN!"

End Flashback…

Seven years later…

John Darby: "KEVIN!"

John jumped out of bed with could sweat coming down his face and panting profusely. Calming down, he looked around and to see he is in his private quarters. It was a normal room with a bed, a desk with a state of the art computer on top, a dresser closet, small flat screen TV, and a shelf that holds his books and DVD's. He placed his hands on his face and rubbed his forehead from what he experienced.

John Darby: "It was just a dream… But it was all too real…"

He slowly went into his sitting position on his bed and checked his mechanical brace on his right knee to see if it's working properly. He then looked right at the two photos on his nightstand. One showed him with his wife and son from seven years ago. The picture next to that is a picture of him and his brother Kevin with a sibling picture of themselves after one of their missions in Iraq, the last picture they had together after what happened in Baghdad.

Seven years… It has been seven years since the incident in Baghdad that nearly cost John his life but killed his twin brother. That memory continued to play back in his head time to time and haunts him to this very day. It's hard to except a lot has changed after the past seven years. The loss of his brother Kevin, leaving his own home in Jasper and abandoning his family, searching throughout Italy for the perpetrators that took his brother away from him, and then joining an agency that would help him find the group responsible for what happened to him. But this was no regular agency he was working with, it was a special one.

On the surface, the Social Welfare Agency is a facility meant to aid the rehabilitation of the physically injured by giving them prosthetic limbs just so they could live normal lives. In reality, it is an underground military organization specializing in counter-intelligence and counter-terrorism. The agency is comprised of two branches, one is Pubic Safety and the other Special Ops; their anti-terrorist division. Even Special Ops has two separate sections, Sections 1 and 2. John was in the later half of Section 2. Though Section 1's purpose was data gathering and Intel sharing, Section 2's involvements are their ultimate weapons against the Italian terrorists whether it be the Republic Faction or the Padania.

Looking out at the window, John noticed that it was dawn and the sun was starting to rise. Being that he's up, he decided to start the mission early. Heading to the phone, he picked it up and called a certain dorm number. After a couple of rings, he heard the voice of a young girl on the other line.

Elsa de Sica: "Hello?"

John Darby: "Elsa, this is John. Are you up already?"

Elsa de Sica: "Yes sir. Just got up a half an hour ago to clean my weapons."

John Darby: "Good, cause we have an assignment in Tuscany. Have everything ready. We'll be leaving in half an hour. Meet me at the parking lot"

Elsa de Sica: "Understood sir, I'll make with the preparations."

With that said, John hung up the phone and sighed to himself.

John Darby: "Just another day at the Social Welfare Agency."

Thirty minutes later, John was waiting for Elsa at the parking lot while taking a drink of his coffee. He was standing right next to his prize motorcycle, a black Harley Davidson Cafe Sportster XLCR vintage 1972. He got that bike since his sixteenth birthday and repaired it for him to drive. The reason why he got that bike is that it's a present from his twin brother. Kevin knew that John loved motorcycles ever since he was a little kid and tried to find a good one for him to ride. He managed to find that Harley at a junkyard and had a reasonable price. When Kevin died in that bomb attack in Baghdad, John would never let go of it cause it holds so many memories. It is his own prized possession and would serve for the memory of his twin brother. As he was taking another sip of his coffee, he heard a voice of a young girl.

Elsa de Sica: "John!"

John perked up and turned to the direction of the voice. What he saw is a young girl of nine years of age wearing a dark green jacket with a matching snow hat, a light purple scarf, brown leather gloves, a pair of brown leather boots covering the lower part of her white stockings, light yellow hair with two long braids on each ends of the back, dark green eyes, and was carrying a Amati violin case. Her name is Elsa de Sica and her handler is John Darby. On the surface, she looked like an everyday young girl with a hobby of playing music, but beneath that girl's skin is a real killer.

The true purpose of the Welfare Agency is to employ young girls, who had experienced traumatic and near-death incidents, and fit them with cybernetic implants, turning them into super soldiers meant for missions. These implants, which consist of synthesized muscles and carbon fiber frames, are meant to increase both strength and reflexes of these girls as well as a high resilience to damage and pain. Each girl is then paired with a handler, an adult male that has a police or military background and are called a fratello, which is Italian for siblings. The handler's responsibility is to train, sustain, and treat these girls and are free to use whatever methods he considers suitable. The handler can also take care of the girl's like sisters and spoil them a little, giving them trinkets and making them special. During the surgery, each girl goes through something called conditioning, a type of brainwashing procedure that removes any memories of their past lives and become incredibly loyal to their handlers. The only downside in this conditioning is that it shortens the girl's lifespan, meaning that they might die before they would hit their twenties. They are working on a second generation of girls with longer life spans, but that would take a while. The other downside is that even though the girls are nearly indestructible, their only weak spot is the head. One bullet to the cranium or eye and they die instantly.

For John Darby, it's a whole different story. When he started to work for Section 2 of the Agency, he doesn't treat Elsa like a sibling, he treats her more like a part of his family. He always treats her like she's a daughter and does all he can to make her happy. The other handlers think that he was getting too comfortable with Elsa, but he ignores those handlers and tell them that they should treat them more like girls and less like soldiers. Once Elsa was close to her handler, John smiled and drank his coffee.

John Darby: "Elsa, are you ready?"

Elsa nodded and responded with a slight quiet tone.

Elsa de Sica: "Yes sir. All preparations are complete."

John Darby: "Good. Now hop on, we have an assignment to accomplish."

The girl nodded as the two got on the bike. Once John starts the engine, the Harley left the parking lot and agency, and headed to Tuscany, where they have a mission to get to.

That takes care of the introduction. A little short, yes, but got to start it some way. Don't worry; it will get better as the story progresses. Just to give you the heads up, the first few chapters are going to be about John and Elsa. Rest assure you will see the Autobots in later chapters. Please be patient and send me a review on what you think of it.