Life After Egypt | By : KJmom827 Category: S through Z > Transformers (Movie Only) > Transformers (Movie Only) Views: 4616 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: I didn't write this one in first person PoV. I hope that isn't distracting, but I feel more comfortable writing Optimus in third person and think it feels 'right.' Enjoy...
Optimus lets his engine idle as he waits for the young girl to emerge from the shopping facility. He dislikes keeping her detained as he is, but there simply is not another way to keep her safe. The house that he is having built for them is almost finished. He knows that she will enjoy a bit more privacy there, but it still will not mean freedom for her. He fears that she may never get that again. He also knows that it will not be long before she truly tires of this life that has been thrust upon her. She is too strong and determined to keep locked away forever. One of these days, she will, in that very elegant human way, tell him to 'fuck off.' When she does, he will leave. She will not go unprotected, but he will not be able to provide her the safety the way he does now, if he has to do so from a distance. It terrifies him to think of losing her. She has become his best friend, and his very favorite human. He cannot let her be harmed. He does not want to lose her, but his desire to keep her out of harm's way may very well be what drives her away. It is a horrible predicament in which he finds himself. But he opts for ensuring her life and trying to hold on to their friendship, rather than risk losing her entirely. A Decepticon. An alarm sounds from within his cab, but he is already in gear, driving as fast as he dares toward the front of the store. Their enemy isn't too close, but it won't be long, and they need to get out of sight. The good thing about so many Autobots occupying this area, is that Optimus will not be detected, as long as he is careful. Optimus Prime is always careful. He does not want to draw attention to himself, but the reading he is getting from the Decepticon is becoming stronger, and he cannot tell if it is emanating from above, or from the ground. If it is in the air, he has - most likely - already been spotted. Since he is not being attacked, he can only assume it is on the ground. If it is driving, rather than flying, they have a better chance of avoiding it, and going unnoticed. Finally deciding that drawing attention from humans is the least of their concerns, he sounds the horn. Three short blows is their signal for danger. In moments, she is dashing from the store, and jumping into his cab. "Go, go, go." Thinking she sees their enemy - which is irrational, since he would know if it was that close - he pops his clutch, his gas pedal hits the floor, and he is shifting gears quickly. The truck lurches, and she barely avoids hitting the dash. "Are you alright, Mikaela?" "Fine, just get us home, please." She sounds upset, and it is a bit baffling to him. They are constantly in danger, and have had closer calls than this, but she has never been overly emotional about it. He roars into their warehouse, having activated the doors from around the corner. The moment he stops, she leaps from the cab, arms full of groceries. She discards them on the floor, and storms into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. He will have to address this, but first, he needs to ensure they have not been followed. He isn't foolish enough to step outside, but he concentrates on their surrounding area, and the readings seem normal. Never one to take unnecessary risks, Optimus quickly communicates with Ratchet their need for a surveillance team to be deployed for the night. Certain that his orders will be followed, and that they are safe - for the moment - he transforms as quietly as he can. He walks softly to the bathroom door, and lowers himself to the floor. "Mikaela?" "Please, go away." Her voice is thick, and he knows she has been leaking. Humans generally only leak from their faces for one reason. "Why are you upset? I promised you I would keep you safe. As we speak, Ratchet and Mirage are already patrolling nearby streets, and I can guarantee that we are secure. I have already scanned the building." It was a little insulting that she didn't trust him. "I'm not sitting in here playing the damsel in distress, so just stop thinking that. I know you've got it all covered. I just don't feel like talking right now, okay?" She says she doesn't want to talk, but Optimus can hear her pulse quicken, just a bit, indicating that maybe she really does. "Just tell me what's wrong, Mikaela." He isn't prepared for the door to swing open, almost violently, or for her to stomp across the room and point accusingly at the unbagged items on the floor. "This is what's wrong. Do you know I've never shoplifted, in my life. Yeah, I know how to hot-wire a car. Sure, I helped my dad when he asked, but never once have I stolen anything by my own choosing. You honked, I ran, and the store clerk chased me. I'm turning into my father." She turns on her heel and marches back to the restroom. The door frame shakes dangerously when she slams it again. Rather than try to explain to her why running for your life does not make you a criminal, he picks up his tiny cellular device, and places a call. Thirty minutes later, he knocks on the door - gently so as not to shake the wall this time. "What?" "Could you come out, please?" "I can't." "Mikaela, you are not your father. Please, open the door. I have something for you. I think it will help to ease your guilt." He does not feel any guilt is warranted, but humans are strange creatures. With this one, particularly, he's learned it is best to humor her. "No, I mean, I really can't. The door jammed, or something. I tried to open it a while ago." A small tug confirms her assessment. "You are correct. I'm afraid the only safe option, is to remove the door at the hinges." He extends his left arm, and uses the smallest appendage on that hand to produce a screw driver. In seconds, the door is being moved out of the way. "Well, aren't you just the biggest Swiss Army knife I've ever seen." He knows there is sarcasm in her words, but she smiling, and it is a nice smile. "Thanks, Optimus." "You are welcome. Here, this is for you." He holds out the small slip of paper that Epps delivered to him a few minutes ago. "What's this?" She examines it, and her eyes look like they might start leaking again when she looks back up at him. "A receipt? But, I didn't pay for any of that stuff." "Yes, well, apparently angry stork clerks can be quite forgiving if you're running for your life." Her eyes fall on the small phone he left on the table after his call. "I'm sure they are even more forgiving when a man in uniform shows up to explain the situation." If he was capable of showing physical signs of embarrassment, he would be turning red just now. "Yes, I called Epps. He took care of it for us. He paid for the resources, brought us the confirmation, and even secured an arrangement with them." "What kind of arrangement?" "Until we are able to relocate, a clerk will be delivering any items you require. You need only call them to place an order." "Oh." She looks at him, and there is a mixture of appreciation and sadness in her eyes. He knows she likes the trips to the shopping facility. Sometimes she 'forgets' items and they have to go several times a week. But, today was a very close call. He does not wish to trap her here, but her safety must come first. He is surprised when she does not protest her imprisonment. Instead, she wraps her arms as far around his leg as they will go. It is a human gesture of affection, but he enjoys it. Her miniscule frame is warm against the cool metal of his leg. He finds himself wishing he could cocoon himself in the heat of her body.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. 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