(First off, shout out to @DaybreakerFury for helping me with this chapter!)

"So you want a restraining order against your birth mother?" Peter 'Prowl' Gutierrez asked.

"Yes, and get it as soon as fucking possible." Ironhide replied. Prowl nodded, and called his father, who was a cop.

"Yes, Dad, I'm fine. I need you to get a restraining order filed against... a Maria Hernandez. Uhh.. she's around 5'2, she's Ryan's birth mother." Prowl explained.

Optimus turned to the couch, and saw Ironhide gently push Will away from him. "I should've died... then none of this would've started happening." Ironhide grumbled.

"Baby, don't say that. None of this bullshit is your fault." Will stated. Ironhide just stared at the floor, contemplating something.

"No, she knows where he lives at, Dad. She was just here earlier, but left at some point before I got here, after Ryan threw her out. Ryan, did she have a vehicle with her?" Prowl asked.

"No, not that I saw. But she could've parked it in the woods, but I never heard or see a car. I was in the shower when she showed up." Ironhide responded.

"Restraining order will be in order tonight, and served to her tonight." Prowl stated.

The next night, Ironhide was finishing the dishes when he heard someone at the door. "Will, you expectin' anyone this late?" He asked.

"No, why?" Will asked, coming out of the laundry room, shirtless.

"Someone's at the door." Ironhide replied, getting defensive.

"It could be one of the others coming to see if we're okay." Will suggested. Before anything else could be said, the door busted down off the hinges. There stood an enraged Justin and Maria.

"Will, get in the bedroom and call one of the others! Now!" Ironhide shouted.

"Get the boy, I'll handle the brat." Justin stated. Maria nodded, but Ironhide refused to let her enter.

"Move!" Maria screamed, hitting Ironhide in the face with a gun.

"Will, what's going on?" Orion asked.

"Maria and Justin are here! They have guns!" Will exclaimed.

"Sit tight and call Prowl! We're on our way, we're only 5 minutes away!"  Jazz ordered.

"YOU GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THAT DAMN DOOR!" Ironhide shouted. One shot rang out, followed by two, three, four more shots. Then dead silence.

A few minutes passed, and Orion hesitantly opened the bedroom door. Will jumped, holding a butcher knife.

When they came out, Will saw Ironhide being checked by Ratchet. "Baby!" Will exclaimed, hugging Ironhide.

" 'm fine, baby. Just sore." Ironhide murmured.

"He's got a broken nose, broken finger, and a few cracked ribs. The bullets hit the walls, so Maria, Justin, and Ironhide were spared." Ratchet explained.

"Get these cuffs off! You have no right to arrest us! He's our son!" Justin screamed. Ironhide made eye contact with his parents. Anger, regret, sadness, bitterness, it was all coursing through the 16 year old.

Prowl shut the back door of his patrol car, glaring at the two adults. "You alright?" Prowl asked.

"I'm fine, 'Hide locked me in the bedroom." Will replied.

"You okay, Ironhide?" Prowl asked.

"Fucking peachy! How the hell do you think I feel?!" Ironhide snapped.

"It's not your fault, 'Hide. You were protecting yourself, and Will. You did nothing wrong." Prowl stated, gently.

Later that night, their friends spent the night, even Prowl after he took Maria and Justin to the jail. Will slept downstairs with their friends. Around two thirty in the morning, Will woke up, and saw Ironhide sitting at a table, his silhouette being shown via the moonlight, looking out at the back patio.

"Baby?" Will softly asked, throwing on a bathrobe. 

"Why aren't you asleep?" Ironhide asked.

"Have you been to sleep yet?" Will questioned.

"No. I can't sleep. I'm happy they're in jail, but... they're my parents, Will." Ironhide stated.

"We can talk further about this tomorrow. Right now, I'm fucking tired, and I just wanna cuddle with you." Will yawned. Ironhide laid on the couch, and let Will cuddle him, falling asleep not long after.