Street Jack waited patiently in his desk, smiling politely at the students who were all gaping at him. While he didn't look so much like his sire, he was very well known, which he supposed was something he would have to deal with it. It would probably pass after a few cycles. The mech could make the better of his instant popularity; it was a great way to get to know everyone in class. He enjoyed hanging out with others and guiding them. 

However, he was mainly excited to meet his friends once again, one in particular. He began to get lost in his thoughts as his processor wandered about, like it sometimes did when he was thinking deeply. He began to get so far in that he didn't hear the last of the students make their way in, peeking around the room in awe before one mech in particular saw him. 

"Streets!"

The young mech jumped a little at his nickname, though a bright smile played at his derma. He sat straighter in his seat and waved, his blue optics twinkling. Hornetbee stood in front of his group of friends, also waving, though a little more excitedly. His face was bright as well as he hurried the others along to the table where Street Jack sat. A few of them, such as Wheeler, Rewind, and the twins, also looked excited to see him, but their were two new Cybertronians in the group that he didn't recognize. 

"It's good to see you, Street Jack!" Hornetbee said brightly, clapping him on the shoulder plate. 

Streets got to his pedes and pulled the smaller scout into a man hug, laughing slightly. "It's been a while, Hornet! How have you been?" He let go of the mech and pat his head a little.

Hornet laughed, slapping his chest. "Been good, man! It sure has been quite a few cycles!"

Wheeler looked at the two with a cocked optic ridge. "Hornet, I thought you told me that you and Streets only knew each other briefly?" 

Hornet rubbed the back of his neck cables sheepishly. "Well... I didn't say that, I just didn't talk about it much."

Streets nudged Wheeler a bit playfully, smiling. "We both agreed to keep our friendship under wraps for a while. Both of our parental units are pretty famous, and we didn't want to seem like a power duo or something." He grinned wide, showing his derma.

The wrecker scoffed, but was smirking and nudged him back. "You sly dogs. Good to see ya, Jackie."

Rewind took his servo and shook it wildly. "Good to see you, Streets!"

The twins both collided into him suddenly, burying him into a hug. "Hiya, Street Jack!!" Graffiti cried, her faceplate turning a bluish tint. Miko gave him a lighter, more polite greeting, though she patted his arm for good sport. Street Jack was truly happy to see his wrecker friends, and hugged them back happily. 

Someone cleared their throat, and the group slid away from Street Jack to reveal the two new younglings of the group. They were obviously siblings, sharing similar builds and optic color, but that was almost all they had in common. The white mech was rather on the short side, though not as much as his sister, but had a stood proud and poised, in a very polite and standard manner. He had a calm and collected look, with a gentle smile that looked practiced. He extended his servo to the taller mech, his other arm occupied with several datapads. A studious one, much like himself.

"My designation is Tailwind," he said as they shook servos. "Please, call me Tailwind," he added with just the slightest hint of sarcasm in his tone. He grinned collectedly and bowed his helm respectively. 

Street Jack returned the gesture, liking his straight-forwardness. "A pleasure to meet you! Mine is Street Jack, if you didn't already know. My sire is Ultra Magnus, our principle?"

Tailwind nodded, taking his seat. "I gathered that. It is wonderful to finally make your acquaintance. I hope we can become good friends in the future."

He laughed, his spark bubbling with it. "You sound like the rationality of the group."

The femme, primarily blue in color, rolled her optics. "That he is, a little too much, actually." She extended her own servo with a smirk and a bounce in her every move. "Call me Arrow. Designations are much too long." She had a dangerous twinkle in her optics, the kind that loved adventure and daring dos. She seemed a lot like Rewind, but possibly even more.. spirited. She was also an excited femme, but she looked loyal as well. 

He liked her, taking her servo and shaking it a bit more loosely than her brother. "That they are. Call me Streets."

Arrow placed her servos behind her back and scooted closer to Hornet, looking at the scout with a smile. "He seemed like a stiff when we first walked in, but he seems pretty loose around you guys." She threw the two of them a smirk.

Streets held back a scoff at the color that rose to Hornet's cheeks, laughing at her remark instead. "I seem like a different mech when I get to know you, yes. However, I still think I am rather gentle thanks to my sire's influence."

As the group sat down at the table instead of staying standing, Wheeler snorted in laughter at his words, hardly seeing Ultra Magnus as 'gentle.' "Oh, yeah, these two are my cousins. On my carrier's side."

Street Jack remembered hearing about them. "Ah! So you must be Freezecharger and Alpha's young! Both of them have made names for themselves lately."

"Grandsire has made a bigger one over time," Tailwind stated bluntly, sorting through his datapads, trying to find a specific one. "Ah, there it is."

Arrow, who was seated in between him and Hornet, almost shoved his pile of datapads over, much to her brother's distress. "You idolize him!"

Tailwind huffed slightly, frowning in displeasure at her. "Grandsire is someone I strive to be like one day. He is a great medic with a great mind."

The group laughed and began to get a little rowdy, chattering about things that had happened to them lately and what they thought this new school would be like. Street Jack felt himself relax more, grateful that he could let down his guard after keeping his posture for so long. He wanted to respect his sire and make him look good, but he enjoyed letting loose. Graffiti, who had sat next to his left, leaned over to his audio receptor as the group shouted and laughed. 

"Who do you think the homeroom teacher is?" she muttered, shifting her servos around on her lap.

Street Jack smiled at her and shrugged. "Not sure yet. He wasn't announced in the ceremony."

"Where were you at the ceremony anyway?"

"Well-"

The group chatter that had begun all around class when the door suddenly swung open again. Everyone hushed and turned, expecting to see someone, but the door closed again without a trace of any sort of Autobot. Confused mutters and whispers went through the crown until hollow footsteps echoed throughout the room, and everyone fell silent again as a young, husky voice fell into the classroom. 

"Alright, alright, I get you guys are excited and everything, but how about we get this thing started?" the voice said with a chuckle, a lightly amused one. The students looked around in bare confusion, scanning left and right for where the teacher could be hiding.

Street Jack was just as confused as everyone else. He gave his friends a look of question, but they all shrugged their shoulders as well. Street Jack raised his hand politely before speaking. "Excuse me, sir, but none of can see you. Are you wearing some sort of armor?"

The voice laughed, now in the front of the room behind the desk. "Okay, I suppose I've had my fun." Suddenly, something shot up from behind the desk, but it wasn't a Cybertronian. Everyone gasped in shock as they stared at a human, wearing some kind of strange shoes that lifted him above the desk. He was wearing a bright white doctors coat, his hands tucked into the pockets, while wearing orange slacks. His eyes were a light topaz, gazing over the room with a supposed laziness, but twinkling in them was a shocking sharpness. He had wild bouncy hair, that was white and streaked with both silver and orange, flew past his ears and were swept away from his eyes. His lips, smiling big, were full and had a natural blush to them. He smiled at them brighter, showing pearly white teeth. None of them were any expert on human aging, but he looked rather young, and familiar. 

The students were too stunned for words. They had all learned from the leaders about human kind, how they were distantly related to their own kind, but they also knew that humans normally couldn't survive on their planet; it wasn't compatible to their kind. Not only that, but this human had a distinct resemblance, one that had them on the edge of theirs seats as they tried to figure it out. Street Jack actually had his mouth hanging open in shock and awe, and he wasn't the only one. His group of friends exchanged looks of surprise and wonder, even Tailwind. Especially Tailwind. He looked purely fascinated.

The human stepped back a little, extending his wrist and tapping a small Cybertronian watch. A millisecond later, a see through screen appeared in the air, glowing bright blue. He stepped through it and gestured to the name that was displayed with his careful hands. "As you can see here, my name is Hospice Medica. I will be your homeroom teacher, but I also specialize in a few other subjects, so I will be going over several of those with you as well." He smiled, placing his hands behind his back. "But please, call me Hospice!"

Once again, stunned silence fell over the students for a few seconds, before Tailwind's servo flew up enthusiastically. Street Jack almost laughed at how different he seemed now, so eager and intrigued. "Excuse me, Hospice, sir?"

The young man turned to him and smiled, something twinkling in his eye. "Yes?"

Tailwind set his servo down and cleared his throat. "How is it that you aren't having a spasm or lung failure while on our planet? I've studied human anatomy carefully, and our atmosphere is toxic to them, even after the rebirth," he asked, his voice neutral.

Hospice laughed a little. "A wonderful question, one that no doubt everyone is eager to hear the answer to." He looked down and tapped at his watch, another page of information, longer this time, appearing on the screen. "You see, I'm something Cybertronians have labeled as a techno organic. A mix between your race and an organic race. A breeding of sorts, whether accidental or by choice, though it was by choice in my case."

Another collective gasp filled the audio receptors of the classmates, and all of them stared at him in awe. Another student raised their servo, a femme far to the right. "How old are you?" she asked, eyeing him suspiciously. 

Hospice once again smiled, a little sheepishly this time. "Well, actually, I'm not much older than you all. However, thanks to my interesting lineage, I have a very advanced brain, even more advanced then some of your Cybertronian scientists." He chuckled when the students oohed and woahed. "So you can all drop the 'sir' business. I'm your teacher by contract only."

Street Jack, his own sense of curiosity stirred, raised his hand as well. "Care to elaborate on your 'interesting lineage', as you called it?" He smiled politely at him, his mature stature taking over his chassis.

He grinned, nodding his head. "Of course... Street Jack, was it?" He smiled when the mech nodded, once again turning to his watch and tapping at it a few more times. Two images spread out to widescreen, one of a human woman, and one of a famous Cybertronian, one that had everyone staring wide opticed in surprise. "My sire is Chief medical officer, Ratchet. My carrier is a younger human woman who goes by Taylor Medica. The two of them met on Team Prime's battle on Earth some time ago."

Excited chatter broke out throughout the room, almost all except Street Jack. He stared at the young human, no, techo organic, with wide, awed optics, his vent caught in his throat. A couple of friends had the same reaction, especially those who were related to Ratchet. How had they never heard of Hospice before? There had been rumors that the medic had sparkbonded with a human, but the realization that it was truth, and that they had had a child, was quite a shock. He felt his spark bubbling, not with rage, but with wonder and curiosity. 

What was it like to be a techno organic, the mixed breed son of one of their world's heroes?

Hospice allowed the shouts and questions to fly for only a minute before he held up his hand with a calm smile. "Alright, I believe that's enough for now. You can gossip all you want about the famous medic's lovechild on your own time, and feel free to ask me questions about it when I'm not working, but you're in my classroom now. Let's settle down and begin, shall we?"

With a smile and gentle wave, the day's lesson and role call began.

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I hope you guys like it, it was a rather long one.

It feels rather scattered...

Feel free to tell me what you like or don't like about this book! And feel free to tell me your ships too! Me and TeamBumbleBlades have a list LOL, and this book sorta spawned from that, and a roleplay.

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