Out of the Dark → Transformers

Autobots

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

Fighting off those two Decepticons had left me particularly drained, and although I only used my two hands to defeat them they were insanely huge. The moment I climbed back into Optimus's cabin I was fast asleep. I was surprised he didn't decide to take a short break after the brawl, but I guess that he was intent on getting us to Washington DC before anything else could happen. I didn't exactly blame him though. An altercation with the Decepticons would probably be a lot less stressful if there were more than one Autobot to help defeat them.

Currently I was fast asleep in the cabin of Optimus's alternate form. Normally I wouldn't think sleeping in the cabin of a semi truck was comfortable, but everything about Optimus was comforting, and he did everything to make sure I was as comfortable as could be. The nicest part about it was that normal semi engines were real throaty and loud, but Optimus's was very soft and gentle, almost like a hum. Either way it was very easy to fall asleep, and it was very easy to stay asleep.

After what felt like a few more hours of much needed sleep I felt myself being shaken awake. My eyes fluttered open and I met the bright blue eyes of Optimus Prime's holoform. I hummed in response and buried my head back down into the seat. This was honestly the best sleep I've gotten in so long, and I did not want to be woken from it.

"Brenna," Optimus's voice sounded. "You need to wake up."

I groaned. "I'm tired."

A chuckle escaped his lips and before I knew it I was being pulled up. I knew then that I had been defeated, so I decided just to accept it.

"Why are you waking me up?" I murmured.

"Because we're finally in Washington. I would much rather you be conscious when you meet the Autobots," he answered.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion before looking out of his windshield. We were parked outside an incredibly large building. I knew it was one of the many military bases N.E.S.T had here in the United States. I recognized it from some of the pictures my dad has shown me of him and his army friends.

After removing the thoughts of my dad from my mind I began to process Optimus's previous words. I was about to meet the Autobots, and I was a bit nervous because of it. This could go so many different ways. I could meet them and they could all like me, I could meet them and they could all hate me, or I could meet them and half of them could like me while the other half hated me. I just knew that none of them would hurt me though. Optimus has already told me that I would be safe with him, and I trusted him more than anyone at the moment. Also, I highly doubted any of the Autobots would try to hurt me in the first place; one, because I knew they were the good aliens that helped humans instead of hurting them, and two, if I were them I wouldn't want to get on Optimus's bad side. I had yet to witness Optimus mad, and I really wouldn't want to. He was a very noble and caring bot, yet I felt as if he could also be very dangerous when angered. I was not going to venture down that road.

"Are they in there?" I asked Optimus as I pointed to the big building in front of me.

He nodded before hopping out of his cabin. I pursed my lips and turned to reach for the door latch, but before I could the door swung open. Sometimes I forget he exists in both forms at once.

"Thanks," I mumbled before hopping onto the concrete.

The door shut itself behind me and I began to scan the area for Optimus's holoform. I found him after about a split second. He was leaning against the front of his alternate form, watching me with a careful expression on his face.