*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?"

"Because of this," my grandmother chimed. I didn't even have the time to think before the remote control was floating in the air above her hand. I had almost forgot that she had the ability too. It just made me feel so much better about myself.

"Holy shit. I totally forgot about this monstrosity of an ability."

She smiled at me and let the remote drop, causing me to frown. The amount of control she had over her ability really bothered me, and I wanted nothing more than to have that control. Yes, I might have had control during that confrontation with those two Decepticons, but that was nothing but my adrenaline. Without that adrenaline I was nothing.

Without even thinking, I raised my hand up to the remote sitting on the arm rest of my grandma's recliner. I wasn't even given the chance to concentrate before a calloused hand clamped mine shut and placed it back down on the couch cushion. I turned to look at Optimus who had a very stern look plastered onto his face.

"What?" I questioned.

"You have little control over your ability, and I would very much appreciate if you were to not put your family or I in danger because of it," he told me before finally releasing my hand.

I just frowned while my family sat there and laughed.

"I'm so glad I don't have authority over you anymore. It's much more entertaining watching someone else chastise you," my dad laughed.

"What the hell are you talking about? I'm my own authority figure," I smirked as I got up from the couch.

I began making my way to the kitchen when an idea popped into my head. Optimus couldn't stop me from here, so I just swing my arm and watched as the remote flew across the room. Thankfully it didn't hurt anything; it just made the wreath over top of my Pop-pop's head fall. I covered my mouth to stifle the giggles as I watched him throw it off of him, and ran away before I had the chance to get in trouble.

Once I retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge, I ventured back into the living room. My dad was working on putting the wreath back up while my grandparents were working on putting the batteries back into the remote. Optimus, on the other hand, stood in the middle of the room. It almost seemed as if he were waiting on me to come back into the living room. The vibe he was giving off indicated to me that something was wrong, and it worried me.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I approached him.

"I have to head back to base for the night," he answered. My stomach dropped and I could feel the sadness seeping into my body. He couldn't leave...I still needed him.

"Y-you're leaving?" I stuttered. My dad was now watching the two of us, but I wasn't worried about him. I was worried about the fact that Optimus was leaving.

"It's only for the night, young one. I should be back tomorrow to get you. I just need to take care of an important issue regarding a few of my soldiers," he informed me. That still didn't make me feel any better though. I know I had my dad back, but I needed Optimus. He was the only one who kept me safe, the only one who kept me sane, and the only one who kept me from completely shattering. I was just so used to being with him. Even back at base when he was down in the Autobot hangar and I was up in my room, he was still in reach. If he left he would be eight hours away from me, and I didn't like that at all.

"Can I please go with you?" I asked urgently. Optimus frowned at the urgency in my voice, but before he had the chance to respond to it, my dad did.

"I think you should stay here and let Optimus take care of what he needs to. He said he'd be back tomorrow," he said.

I let out a sigh and looked back at Optimus. "When are you leaving?"

"Right now. I just needed to make sure you knew that I was leaving," he answered.

I pursed my lips before closing the space between us and wrapping my arms around his holoform's waist. He didn't even hesitate to wrap his arms around me, which confused me in the slightest. I probably would have questioned him about it if I had cared enough.

"Please stay safe, Optimus," I mumbled into his shirt.

He pulled me away, but held me at arms length. "I will most certainly attempt to. I just hope you'll be able to survive a few hours without me."

A few hours? It already felt like 33 hours had passed by and he hadn't even left yet.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," I told him. It was partially a lie, but oh well.

Optimus gave me a small smile before ruffling my hair. "Goodbye, Brenna. Please try to stay out of trouble, and please do not use your ability anymore."

"Fine," I chuckled. "I'll see you soon."

He nodded and said a goodbye to my family before heading out the door. I frowned as the front door closed. Just listening to him drive off made it very clear to me that he was the person I needed most in my life. I couldn't even find it in me to be upset over the fact that my own dad wasn't that person. He's been gone a total of thirty seconds, and I could already feel the void, the void that's been dormant since the very first day I met Optimus. I already wanted him back here with me, but there was nothing I could do about it. All I could do was hope that these few hours flew by.