Author's Note: Hello all! I figured I would write a story concerning June Darby since she really didn't get much of a spotlight in the Transformers Prime show. All that was revealed about her was that Jack's father isn't a part of their family for whatever reason, she is a nurse at a hospital, likes Tofu (yuck .), has a garden, really likes Optimus (which will come in later in the story but no romance), and is the mother of Jack Darby. This story is an alternate/parallel world of Transformers Prime in which June is a paramedic instead of a nurse. I won't write anything too graphic by way of injuries but just to be safe I will rate this story T. There may also be mild swearing. I hope you enjoy! Please review and thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only my original characters. I do not own the Code of Ethics and EMT Oath. This material belongs to NAEMT, or at least that's what they were called on the website I found. I found the website doing a google search. As for the oath I used in this story it's not the entire thing. I just picked the most relevant parts out for the purpose of this story.

Chapter 1

The shrill wailing of emergency sirens pierced the quiet night of Jasper Nevada. A young woman jolted awake and gasped for breath as a surge of adrenaline pounded through her system. June Darby glanced at the alarm clock on her nightstand and sighed with relief.

No. She wasn't late for work.

As a matter of fact, it was only four a.m. and she technically had another two hours to sleep. She tried to relax. She tossed and turned, trying to get some decent shut-eye before her daily shift began at Jasper County Hospital. Eventually she realized it was useless and that she was very much awake, so she got up and began to get herself ready for the day. It was Monday. While most would dread going to work or simply hate Mondays in general, June was thrilled. She loved her job. Today was her thirteenth-year anniversary as a paramedic. That wasn't all she did.

June also happened to be a single mother.

Her sixteen-year-old son Jack was a sophomore in high school. On the days that June had to pull a double shift, she often worried about him. It had become a habit for Jack to send her text messages telling her that he was fine and hanging out with some of his friends on the evenings she couldn't come home to make dinner. Unfortunately, June's busy work life prevented her from ever getting the chance to meet his friends. She trusted her son though. He was a good, responsible young man and had a good judge of character. June knew that her son would never fall in with the wrong crowd. He was a straight-"A" student, never got into trouble at school, and was always on time for his part-time job at K.O. drive-in.

In another two years her son would be a high school graduate. He planned to move on to a technical college. Jack had a gift for mechanics. He was her little handyman around the house whenever something broke. His skills did not go unnoticed either. Recently an army recruiter took a look at one of Jack's aptitude tests and saw that the boy had the highest score in the mechanical and electrical engineering fields. June was very proud of him. Jack kindly and respectfully declined the recruiter's offer. He wanted to be a car mechanic…it was his dream. June encouraged Jack to follow and pursue it. Even if someday he changed his mind, no matter what he chose, he would always have a proud mother.

After a refreshing shower, June got dressed. She made it a habit to iron and press her uniforms. The hospital gave them three sets of clothes since the job was rather demanding and it was sometimes hard to find the time to clean them. She buttoned up her white collared shirt that had the universal paramedic symbol patched on her right shoulder and the Jasper County Hospital's logo etched on the left shoulder. Clipped to one of the shirts front pockets was her identification badge. Inside the pocket was her key card to the emergency room and a pen-light. After slipping into her black slacks, she pulled on her utility belt that had two Velcro pouches that contained mini first-aid responder kits. She would further equip it with a walkie-talkie and ambulance keys once she clocked in at the hospital. Once June's shoes were polished and laced up she admired herself in the mirror and made sure that nothing was out of place. She had to appear professional.

An hour went by and it would soon be time for Jack to get ready for school. She went into the kitchen and smiled when she spotted her son's most recent report card. The lowest grade he had on there was an A- and that was because he had been sick one day and got a little behind in his studies.

June Darby went about preparing to cook breakfast and opened the fridge. She took out a carton of eggs and a package of bacon and shut the door. Then she snagged a box of pancake mix and began to cook. She glanced at the dining room clock and smiled. It had been a long time since she had the opportunity to fix her son a decent breakfast.

She brewed a fresh pot of hazelnut coffee.

By the time breakfast was ready, Jack was awake. He got himself ready for school and then met his mother in the dining room. Truth be told he awoke much earlier than he needed to simply because of the delicious aroma that wafted in his room from the kitchen.

"Wow this smells good. Thanks for breakfast!" Jack smiled as he took the proffered plate his mother was handing him.

"You're welcome, sweet-heart. I'm not sure what my schedule is going to be like today but I will try to be home by six."

"Okay," Jack smiled around a mouthful of pancakes.

The fact that her son inhaled his food at a record of four minutes attested to the fact that he was still growing. She laughed when Jack ran into the kitchen to scrounge whatever scraps were leftover.

"Slow down Jack, you're going to give yourself a stomach ache if you eat it like that."

"I can't help it! It's so good!" Jack laughed as he finished his breakfast. He hugged his mother and kissed her forehead in farewell.

"Have a good day at school!"

"I will! I hope you have a good shift at work!" Jack shouted as he hastily pulled on his sneakers and ran out the door.

Now it was time for June to depart. She cleaned up the kitchen and after filling her thermos full of hazelnut coffee, flew out of the door as well.

Thankfully today was a day in which she hit every green light on the way to the hospital. She was ten minutes early for her shift but she didn't mind. Once she clocked in she walked down to the ambulance bay. She ran a loving hand over the ambulance she practically called her own and gently traced the three digit vehicle identification number. Good old 117.

Her coworker Roger greeted her as he scribbled something down on a clipboard. They had to do routine inspections of the ambulance vehicles often to ensure they were up to par and that they were restocked and equipped for the first emergency of the day.

"Good morning, June! I'm glad to see you made it!" Roger beamed with pure joy.

"Good morning, Roger. How is everything going?"

"We are all set and ready to roll! Just so you know June, I never would have forgiven you if you made me ride with Peterson for the next three days," he grimaced in disgust at the thought.

He was a young man in his early twenties and was happy to be partnered up with June due to her seasoned experience and bright personality. She was one of the best and most compassionate paramedics he'd ever known during his six month tour of duty at Jasper County Hospital. There were three other paramedics that he'd been paired up with before and he despised them. Peterson was extremely arrogant and cocky. He took all the credit and glory for every successful rescue operation and was well known as the hospital's greatest braggart. Then there was Lidia. She was completely cynical, rude, and sometimes cold. She was a bundle of joy to talk with… Last but not least, there was Johns. He was the type of paramedic that was in it just for the money and wasn't as caring about saving lives as he should be. It was sad, really. He had a good track record but over time he'd become blinded by greed. Although he'd saved more lives than June within the past two months, he received the most complaints regarding the treatment he'd given the patients under his watch.

June laughed and gave Roger a pat on the back. Her old partner Jonathan retired at the age of sixty. Ms. Darby noticed Roger's potential from the beginning and as a seasoned paramedic, she now had the seniority to choose her next partner. After all, a rescue crew had to operate at optimal capacity and the only way that could happen was if the two of them meshed well together on their missions. She and Roger already completed five successful rescues together as a team and June Darby knew he was the perfect candidate. They were already forming a fast friendship.

"Don't worry. I'm not that heartless. Since Jonathan retired, I've recently requested that you remain my partner."

"Really?" Roger perked up considerably. His hope was rekindled. He'd been rotated around more times than he could count since he first arrived. The young man was more than happy to put all of that behind him now.

"Do you remember our EMT oath?" June Darby smiled at him as she signed off on the clipboard he handed her. She had to keep the rookie on his toes.

Roger stared at her as if she were kidding.

"Of course I do. I mean, I made that pledge when I finished training six months ago."

"Yes, but do you know it word for word?" June gave him a quizzical eye with a small smile. While she was chief EMT on her ambulance, she strove to ensure that Roger knew it word for word. It would better him as a Paramedic and teach him the true values of why they did what they did on a regular basis.

"Consider this as a pop quiz. Why don't we recite it, together?"

"Umm, ok." Roger nodded and furrowed his brow in thought.

"As an EMS practitioner, I solemnly pledge myself to the following code of professional ethics: to conserve life, alleviate suffering, promote health, do no harm, and encourage the quality and equal availability of emergency medical care. To provide services based on human need, with compassion and respect for human dignity, unrestricted by consideration of nationality, race, creed, color, or status; to not judge the merits of the patient's request for service, nor allow the patient's socioeconomic status to influence our demeanor or the care that we provide…" Roger recited. He stopped and looked at June with a small smile.

"That was it, right? Word for word?"

"So far. There is more. Don't you remember?"

"Uhh…not really…the rest didn't seem as important…" Roger confessed as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. June finished the oath.

"To not use professional knowledge and skills in any enterprise detrimental to the public well-being. As a citizen, to understand and uphold the law and perform the duties of citizenship; as a professional, to work with concerned citizens and other health care professionals in promoting a high standard of emergency medical care to all people. To maintain professional competence, striving always for clinical excellence in the delivery of patient care. To assume responsibility in upholding—" June was abruptly cut off when they were alerted to their first call of the day.

"Unit three, we've got a car crash on Main St. and multiple injuries have been reported, one severe," the dispatcher calmly addressed them.

"Copy that dispatch, we are en-route now. Approximate ETA, five minutes."

"I want you to have that oath memorized within the next three days!" June jabbed a finger at him with a tone that brooked no argument.

June winked at Roger as she hopped inside the back cabin in the aft of the ambulance while Roger caught the keys that June tossed his way. He ran around to the drivers' side and pulled himself in. He quickly started the engine, flipped on the flashing lights, sounded the emergency sirens and floored it.

They sped through the town and slowed down once they reached an intersection where the light was red and cars were stopped in front of them. The opposite lane was clear so Roger maneuvered the Ambulance over and carefully drove through the middle of the intersection while honking to alert oncoming traffic to get the hell out of the way! They turned left once they made it safely through. Then they flew past five blocks and came to another intersection. They finally reached their intended destination.

There in front of them were three cars, two of them mangled. One of the cars was an older brown Cadillac and had crashed into a street lamp. Right next to it, a red fire hydrant had burst and sent water spewing heavenward. Two other cars, one a blue Ford focus and the other a yellow Chevy Impala, were smashed together in the middle of the intersection. Policemen were already onsite and blocked off the accident area while directing remaining traffic.

Roger rolled to a stop in-between the three vehicles. The owner of the brown Cadillac was sitting on the curb, holding a cloth to his forehead where blood was running from a wound and down his face. He looked dazed and confused. It was possible the man was a drunk driver. Roger and June leaped out of the ambulance together and split up. Roger immediately went to the hurt man on the curb and tended to his wounds. June jogged up to the police standing near the two totaled cars with her first responder medical kit. One of the policemen was in the process of giving CPR to an unconscious child on the ground while two other cops held back the distraught parents that were attempting to reach the little girl. The parents themselves had sustained minor wounds, although one of them had a small concussion. Roger soon rejoined June and took the parents into his care. He treated the father of the little girl who had the concussion. The father had been the one driving and his airbag was delayed in deploying. The mother only had minor scrapes, cuts, and bruises. They were lucky.

June took over the care of the little girl that looked to be no more than five-years-old and moved the policemen that had been giving the girl CPR aside. The young child had a cracked rib and a broken leg. Those injuries would be cared for in due time. Right now her primary task was to stabilize the patient. June checked the girl for a pulse and to see if she was breathing. She wasn't.

"ROGER! I need you over here, NOW!"

Roger ran to her side as the policemen stood with the girl's parents. The mother was sobbing her heart out and looked like she was shattering into a million pieces. The father wore a worried frown. Tears leaked down his face as he held his wife against him as a blanket was draped over their shoulders by one of the badged officials.

"I need you to supply oxygen to this girl but we need to first get her heart started."

June pulled out a portable defibrillator designed specifically for children and rubbed the shock pads together and awaited the first charge. Roger gently pushed a breathing mask over the girl's face and pumped life-giving oxygen into her starved lungs in-between the defibrillator recharge rate.

"CLEAR!" June shouted a warning for Roger to remove the oxygen mask and shocked the girl with the paddles. No response.

"I'm going to try this again!" June waited for the next charge. She felt the twisted black tendril that was fear and despair slowly consume her as the adrenaline rushing feeling of urgency coursed through her veins.

"CLEAR!" Again there was no change.

"Come on baby…you can make it," June whispered as she set the shock pads in place for a third time.


She prayed with all her might that this girl would be saved and would not be added to the casualty list June had seen during her time as an EMT. It broke her heart every time she witnessed a child die. Especially if it was a child under her care.

After the third shock, she got a pulse although it was weak. Within thirty seconds the girl gasped awake.

"Thank God… Now we need to get her to the hospital ASAP."

The little girl began to cry once she fully recovered her senses.

"I hurt…" she whimpered as tears streamed down her face.

"It's okay sweetie. A doctor will fix you up soon. My name is June, what's yours?"


"Alright Sammie. We're going to take care of you. Your mommy and daddy will sit next to you on the way to the hospital."

June Darby gingerly and lovingly picked up Sammie and carried her to their awaiting ambulance. She strapped the little girl down on a stretcher and immediately set to work while Roger began to drive away from the accident scene just as a second ambulance arrived to the crash site and completed what Roger and June had started by treating the occupants of the Ford focus. Sammie's parents accompanied June in the back and sat against the wall on the bench and also strapped themselves in with the belt buckled harnesses.

June Darby hooked up the child to an oxygen filter, put a child sized pressure cuff on her arm, and a heart rate monitor clip on her index finger. June splinted Sammie's broken leg and whispered soothing words to the distraught girl as she poked and prodded her injuries. It didn't help any that the ambulance occasionally bounced from the uneven road. The mother of the daughter held the child's hand and spoke comforting words of encouragement for the full duration of the bumpy ride. June pulled out an electronic signature pad and asked the parents general questions regarding the child's health conditions and family history, and then had them sign a few electronic forms. They reached the hospital in no time and within seconds, the two paramedics rolled the girl into the ER into a triage room. The two paramedics sighed with relief when the hospital staff began to oversee Sammie's care. They walked by a nurses' station and were stopped with words of praise.

"I think you both scored a new record," a fellow employee complimented. "It only took you guys to perform this rescue in less than seventeen minutes. I heard three cars were involved with multiple injuries and with one life threatening."

"There were a few minor wounds on most of them. The most injured one was little Sammie over there in room 202."

"Aww, poor kid. I hope she makes it."

June Darby nodded with a smile.

"She will definitely make it. Thanks for your concern…uhh, Adam is it?"

"Actually it's Andrew."

"Oh, sorry," June smiled sheepishly.

"Think nothing of it."

"Hey you two, another emergency call came in! Dispatch is sending you both to a small house fire down on 7th street. You better book it or else Peterson's crew will beat you to the punch!" their head EMT chief informed them through mild static on their walkie-talkies.

"We're on our way!" Roger responded.

"Sorry but duty calls." June half smiled at Andrew.

"No problem! Maybe I'll catch you later."

"You can bet on it." June nodded before she turned around to leave.

June Darby and Roger made a hasty exit through the emergency room and out to their awaiting ambulance. One of the clean-up crews had prepped their emergency vehicle for the next mission while they were in the hospital seeing to Sammie's ER stay.

"Seventeen minutes for the last one, huh? Let's see if we can beat our new score!" Roger smiled with eager anticipation.

"Remember we are here to save lives. It's pointless to spend time and energy on meaningless competition," June gently scolded as if dealing with a child.

"I know. It would be nice though wouldn't it…to beat Peterson to the punch?"

June nodded with a smirk and a twinkle in her eyes.

"It sure would. Peddle to the metal! Time's wasting. We have lives to save."

"Yes, Ma'am!" Roger grinned as he sped out of the hospital ER docking bay.

While they sped across town June grabbed a hold of a support railing in the rear of the vehicle and cursed softly when she was unable to catch a falling object which was none other than her electronic signature pad…

As she picked it up she caught sight of another ambulance speeding past them going the other way. That struck her as odd. Why weren't they responding to the current emergency? That's when she noticed it… the three digit number just above the other ambulance's bumper.


What the hell?

That was their own ambulance number! How could there be a perfectly identical vehicle to their own?!

June snapped back to reality once their ambulance rolled to a stop. She jumped out of the back once they reached the site of the house fire where fire-fighters were already battling the flames with their hoses. She would have to solve the mystery later. She joined Roger and the two EMT professionals did what they were destined to do…

…They saved lives.


Author's Note: Sorry that this may have seemed a bit boring. It was the introduction to get the story rolling but I promise you that it will get far more interesting from here! And I actually picked the number 117 because I'm also a Halo fan and love Master chief lol. Thanks for reading!