(Y/n) laid, worried, beneath the bridge her head aching with questions unanswered. This man was so kind, and for what? He didn't take anything from her, nor did he ask of anything. Everything had been about her and her safety.

She swallowed, dryly, she had forgotten to get water that night, but the gas station was too far for her weary mind to travel. (Y/n) found herself imagining the man and his warm aura. More specifically, she found herself remembering his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes...

They didn't hold fire and corruption like most eyes; his eyes held peace and solemnity. It was a strange combination that he held so well. Those ocean blue eyes had her drowning, bringing her tranquility in a time she thought she'd never feel comfortable and happy again.

Perhaps those blue eyes were water... they bring peace, but also deception. You can float, but you can just as easily drown. For a moment, however, (Y/n) found herself not caring. She was a flaming rose, in the prime of her life, withering away on the streets. For a moment, she began to wonder of those ocean blue eyes could put out the fire around her and bring her back to life.

(Y/n) scoffed at the imagery as she curled up on the cool ground. She didn't want a hero, she didn't want to be a princess with a prince charming. She so desperately wants to save herself, but first she needs to get off the streets. The woman had saved enough to start sleeping in motels, so perhaps she could get groceries and soap.

"It's progress..." (Y/n) mumbled into the night, despite no one around to hear. She smiled slightly, as she closed her eyes and remembered a better time. She'll never forget her brother's laughter and her mom's playful scolding. She'll never forget the way her father sat in front of the tv after a long day of work, and how even after all that stress he'd come play with her and her brother.

Memories are precious, aren't they? Unfortunately for her though, her memories reek of smoke with burnt off corners and have been besmirched by death. This was never the life she wanted, but this was the price of living life so good. She had been lucky, but now her perfect picture was a pile of ashes and the frame is cracked.

Her luck had ran out. She had everything handed to her on a silver plater, but then the real world hit. The real world wasn't playtime and laughter, and it wasn't happiness and comfort. The real world was pain and cries of the innocents, it's the real hell of this world.

The day came swiftly after a night of discomfort and bad dreams. (Y/n) walked to the gym to get ready for work. She smiled at the nice older lady who manned the front desk and slipped past her into the locker rooms. The locker was a monthly payment, but it was much cheaper than a storage unit.

She washed up and brushed her teeth at the sinks, getting weird glances from a few patrons at the gym. It wasn't all that strange though, since this gym prioritizes health in all ways; they even give out toothbrushes with every purchase of their locker, towel, and membership combo. It was slightly strange, but the gym also had health classes so it couldn't possibly get weirder.

(Y/n) then exited the building to make her way to work, unfortunately, she'd have no time for breakfast, but she never really stopped to eat lunch or dinner either. She usually ate a few snacks during the afternoon to satisfy her hunger.

"Could I give you a ride?" A familiar voice called out to the woman. (Y/n) turned and found a friendly face, gifting her a gentle smile from the open door. She looked at the time on her phone and thought about her hunger. The woman released a sigh, then smiled at the man and hopped into the truck.

"Hi, Orion... uh... thanks for catching me." (Y/n) thanked awkwardly, still as tense and nervous as before. Orion gave her a smile as he pulled up to the stop sign.

"Where are you headed this time?"

"Back to where you found me."

"Would you like to stop for breakfast first?" (Y/n) thought back to her aching stomach and her malnourished body. Hesitation filled her mind and guilt overcame her.

"Thank you for the offer... b-but I really don't want you to waste your money on someone like me."

"Someone like you? Ms. (Y/n) I believe you are just as deserving of help as anyone else in this world. Besides, there's a place I'd like to go to and it'd be nice to have some company." Orion responded, his voice starting stern and ended more laidback. Either way his voice was deep and (Y/n) had to admit she loved it.

(Y/n) took in a deep breath. It had been so long since she had been treated like another living being. The feeling was overwhelming and a part of her wanted to cry. He didn't want anything from her and that was the most confusing part about it. She took a long glance at the man who was driving her, no payment necessary.

"A-alright... thank you... a-again." She responded, giving him a small smile before turning her gaze back out the window. An overwhelming feeling of nervousness swelled in her chest and she took in an unnecessarily deep breath.

"Tell me about yourself, Ms. (Y/n)." Orion requested in a hum. She smiled slightly, she found it funny how he kept calling her "Ms" despite using her first name. (Y/n) bit her lip to stop herself from laughing and shifted in the seat. She held the bag tighter to her chest and looked at the friendly man.

"Y-you can just call me (Y/n). But uh... I'm 22, my favorite color is (f/c), aaaaaaand I think you have a nice truck." (Y/n) answered with a soft laugh. She surprised herself with how she responded. Her guard had just fallen so carelessly and she hated it. (Y/n) was afraid he'd turn around and hurt her after all of this. While in her small panic, (Y/n) missed the light blush in Orion's cheeks.

"Alright. I'm 25, my favorite color is blue, and I think you're really nice." Orion responded with a light chuckle. (Y/n) was now the one blushing and she gave a soft giggle in response. Orion could tell she was still nervous but slowly calming down.

They soon arrived at a small cafe on a street corner. It was cute, a pastel blue color scheme and delicious scent coming from the inside. (Y/n) exited the vehicle with shining eyes and drool practically pouring out of her mouth. Orion could tell that she hadn't eaten in a decent meal in a while due to her tiny figure and malnourished appearance.

Optimus was overjoyed when Agent Fowler gifted the bots a small account when their holoforms were invented. It was a gift for saving the world from Unicron and he intended to use it to help this woman at all costs. He was ashamed to say that he was a bit of a stalker.

He had found her sleeping beneath the bridge about a month ago. Optimus had continuously gone back to the bridge to see if she was still there or not. Some nights she wasn't, some nights she was. He always noticed how pale she was, as well as how frail. She also always seemed to be holding a stuffed animal, but he didn't want to sound like a stalker, so he was going to befriend the woman and help her in any way he possibly could.

"Order anything you'd like, my treat." Orion said to the woman as they sat down at a table outside to enjoy the nice weather. (Y/n) blushed once more and was quick to hide her face in a menu when it was given to her. She hated feeling so helpless, but she was starving. "Some good friends of mine treated me and some other friends of mine here. I think the food here is quite delectable and I sincerely hope you enjoy it as much as i do."

"Thank you..." (Y/n) mumbled as she looked over the menu, so much food that she'd been dreaming about eating again. She knew it would be a bad idea to eat a lot of food, due to not eating a lot in a long time, but she also really wanted to eat as much as she could while she can.

(Y/n) decided to go with (f/breakfast) her mouth watering at the memories of eating it with her family. Orion ordered a breakfast salad and bacon, not surprising to (Y/n) as he seemed the type. She must've been staring because he was quick to look down at his shirt as if something was wrong. She blushed, embarrassed once more and quickly muttered out an apology.

"S-sorry..." Orion gave a soft chuckle, followed by a relieved sigh, glad there wasn't anything wrong.

"Would you mind if I asked a little more sensitive question?" Orion asked, his voice suddenly serious. (Y/n) gulped nervously, not ready to open up, yet her heart was begging her to. Her brain was the dam to her flood and it was ready to burst.

"Depends..." (Y/n) muttered a response, glancing up at him for a second before returning her gaze to her lap.

"How long have you been homeless?"