Out of the Dark → Transformers

The Notebook

*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.*

It was about nine in the morning, and I honestly had no clue why I was even up. Wait, yeah I did. During the night I had completely forgotten about my injured arm, and I wound up hitting it on my bedside table. It hurt like a bitch, so I've been up for the past three hours trying to find a way to take my mind off of the pain. Also, I was still stuck on everything Optimus said to me before we pulled into base yesterday, so I was up thinking about that as well. I still couldn't quite comprehend just what he meant by it all. I mean, why on Earth would he be so keen on protecting me? I know my dad asked him to, I know he did it out of the goodness of his heart or his spark or whatever, and I know that he's a bot of his word, but even so, he could've already passed me on to another Autobot. I know that if I were in his position I probably would have already done so. I mean, he's been watching over me for the past four months, and even a few months before that; I would have already gotten sick and tired of me by now, but he hasn't, and I'm quite confused about it.

Now, don't get me wrong. If Optimus were to just up and decide that he didn't want to be my guardian anymore, it would seriously devastate me; it would probably hurt me more than I could handle at this point. I've been with him for over a week, and he's been the only one there to take care of me and to keep me safe. He was the only source of comfort I knew at the moment, and without him I'd probably just fall back into the person I was over a week ago: lonely and on the verge of wanting to end her own life. Without him I would be nowhere, but that still didn't dismiss the questions of "Why hasn't he left yet?" or "Why was keeping me safe so important to him?". I wanted to know his reasons so badly, and I would definitely be asking him the next time I saw him.

A knock on my room door ripped me out of my thoughts, and I granted whoever it was access before even so much as thinking about who it could've been. It was probably Optimus though. He was the only one who ever came up here to see me or talk to me. If I did talk to any of the Autobots it was always downstairs in the hangar.

"Brenna," a deep, baritone voice echoed. It was Optimus, of course. I called it.

"In the kitchen." I was now thinking about what I had just said to myself not only ten seconds ago. Man, I hoped I had enough courage to do this.

The sound of footsteps coming into the kitchen caused me to look up from the granite countertop. Optimus's holoform strolled towards me and only stopped when he was facing me behind the counter. It was now or never.

"Please tell me what you meant when you were talking to me yesterday. I've been thinking about it all freakin' night, and it's driving me crazy," I blurted out. He seemed to be a bit startled by my sudden outburst. In all honesty, he was probably hoping that I would've forgotten, but I remember mostly everything. Everything important, anyway.

"Um, I do not believe I should speak with you about that particular issue just yet," he responded nervously. Wait, since when did Optimus freakin' Prime get nervous?

"Why? Why are you so nervous to talk to me about it? You're Optimus Prime. You can't be nervous," I remarked with a small laugh.

"I am not nervous, per se. I am just hesitant."

I groaned. This was a lot harder than I thought. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything to him in the first place.