Out of the Dark → Transformers

Void

*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.*

The past six hours have truly been some of the best. I have had quite the fantastic day here at my grandparents' house, and the best part about it was that it wasn't even over yet. At the moment it was about 3:00 in the afternoon. I have spent the past six hours talking, playing, and laughing with the remainder of my family--Optimus even joined in on our fun, well, after I begged him to. He could be such a Prime sometimes.

On the other hand, I never wanted this day to end. It was probably the greatest day I've had since February, and that was a pretty long time ago. I just still couldn't believe that I was here right now. Being back with my family--especially my dad--just meant so much to me, and although I knew I would have to leave at some point I just wanted to stay here forever.

Currently, I was laying on the couch with my head on my dad's lap and my legs resting on Optimus's; my Nana and my Pop-pop were in their separate recliners as usual. We were all watching CSI: Miami, something we normally did when we had nothing else to do or nothing else to talk about. I didn't really mind it though. It gave me a sense of my old life back, and I loved it. I just couldn't help the feeling that my Pop-pop was going to have something else to say to me sooner or later.

"Hey, Brenna?" my Pop-pop's voice sounded.

And cue sooner...

"Yeah?"

Everyone's attention was now on the two of us. Nana had even switched the TV off as well. I knew then that a serious conversation was coming--or serious in my Pop-pop's dictionary.

"Tell me; what are them alien robots like? I meant to ask you earlier, but your dad was too busy gushing over your hair, which, by the way, looks better blonde," he started.

I could not help but roll my eyes at him and his question. Out of all the things he could have asked me about my life for the past four months, he chooses something involving the Cybertronians, especially when there's one sitting merely feet away from him. And then he insults my hair? Wow, thanks grandpa.

"Depends which faction you're referring to," I shrugged as I focused my attention on the ceiling. "Oh, and at least I have hair."

He scoffed while my dad and Nana laughed. Optimus was quiet like he normally was. I didn't expect anything less though. He was one to just observe human interaction instead of participating in it. I didn't blame him either.

"I'm referring to the Autobots, you nut bar," my grandfather remarked.

"Well, they're cool, I guess. I don't really know them all that well. I prefer staying with Optimus. Why do you ask?"

"Because I may or may not follow you back to Washington to meet them. Your dad has told me so much about them," he replied.

Nice going, dad.

"He wasn't supposed to say anything to you about them. It's a national security issue or something. You're not in the army anymore. You're not cleared for this kind of information," I chuckled.

"He already knew, Bree. You and your grandmother are a threat to national security, believe it or not," my dad told me.

I sat up and gave him a look. "Why?"