It amazes me how no matter what I say to offend or deepen an emotional cut, he listens without interruption.

That's why he is my best friend. He listens, he nods, and never judges the softly spoken words that come out of my mouth. It makes me feel human again, and the funny thing is, he isn't even human at all. If someone said I had to talk nonstop with one person for the rest of my life, it would be Optimus Prime. No human could ever compare to him.

"Mark beats me, calls me names, tells me that I'm a nobody who doesn't deserve to have a life." I press my face into my palms, attempting to hide the pain. "Just like my parents once did. I want out of my marriage."

Optimus nudges away my hands from my face with his slick, warm and comforting digit. Gently, he tilts my head up so my eyes can connect with his optics. Those beautiful, bright blue optics hold the most sincere emotion of than all. Tenderness. It is practically dripping off of him.

"Not anymore, (Y/n). I care most about you, more than myself. The life you once had? You left that behind when you ran that night." Optimus carefully nuzzles his helm against my head, almost like a cat would do.

When you get him away from the others, away from his responsibilities of leading a team, he is the biggest softy you could ever come across. He isn't afraid to show that he cares behind closed doors, the affection he had built up over time.

"We are your family now. Home is where your family is, and it is here with us. With me."

•••

Your fingers drum softly against Optimus' dashboard, eyes glued to the outside world behind the glass window. It was a peaceful quiet as Optimus' engine would purr and growl while driving you down the long Jasper, Nevada road.

Optimus decided enough was enough. He wasn't going to stand by and watch you get hurt any longer. It pained him to see the bruises that lingered over your perfectly flawless skin that felt so soft to the touch. After spending some time with you outside of the base, staring off into the distance while the sun shined down, he talked to Agent Fowler privately while you clung to Raf near the couch.

"I need your help, Agent Fowler. For (Y/n)'s sake," was his plea. Good thing is was heard loud and clear.

After giving little-to-no information about Mark, not mentioning the fact that you were being abused because that was your right to give up, Agent Fowler agreed he would do some research on the mysterious man. It came as a surprise to Fowler at just how much the Prime cared for you.

Optimus wanted a way out for you and it seemed he had found a way after many hours of pondering. He offered to take you back to your abandoned shelter to grab clothes and other necessities for living at the base, also taking onto consideration when Mark wouldn't be home, and you agreed. Optimus couldn't say he wasn't overjoyed.

You lean your head back onto the leather seat and tuck yourself into a little ball in the drivers seat, watching the steering wheel that would turn on its own. Optimus hadn't said a word during the whole trip, probably assessing over the whole ordeal.

"I'm going to file for a divorce." You blurt out, almost as if you didn't say it then, you were going to explode.

It felt right to say little things to Optimus. Keeping quiet around him was entirely impossible, seeing as whenever you got anywhere near him, all you wanted to hear was his voice and the way it spilled from his throat like melted chocolate. Talking to him was the only way you were going to hear it drip from his lips. By now, you had the giant mech figured out because you literally spent most of your time thinking about Optimus, your head filled to the brim of him. You acted like a love sick teen again yet you refused to admit that the feelings you were having was the start of something more than just friendship. Though, you had thought over the fact that maybe you wanted something more, but then your anxiety and what-ifs came crashing down. You gave up that idea long ago.

"Is that what you truly want?" He asks.

"What I want is to be with you. I never want to leave your side... because when I do, I feel alone." You press yourself deeper into the leather seat, almost cradling it like your life depended on it.

Your seat starts to heat up almost instantly as if Optimus was embarrassed. A smile graces your features as you lay your head on the window, still running you fingers over the leather seats, trying to comfort the Prime to the best of your ability. Little did you know that your dense mind had just confessed to the crush you didn't even want to admit you had.

"I agree." Optimus splutters out in an almost inaudible tone of voice.

All is quiet in the next few minutes, so quiet that you close your eyes in an attempt to rest up before the emotional trauma of walking back into the house that is basically a death trap.

Your eyes snap open when Optimus comes skidding to a stop smack dead in the middle of the road. Granted, no one was behind Optimus, nor in front, so it wasn't like he was holding up traffic. The heart in your chest starts to speed up from adrenaline.

Is it another Decepticon? Please don't let it be.

High in the sky, a jet, you think, kept circling around you two, almost as if it was teasing you both into doing something irrational. Optimus stays in his place, revving his engine in a challenging manner. That alarmed you greatly.

"Soundwave." Optimus growls under his breath.

Great. Just what we need right now. You clench your fists tightly.

Before your mind can comprehend how fast everything is flying by, a missile hits Optimus and you go slinging into the air as the Prime transforms, clutching his thigh where the missile hit. Optimus makes a reach for your falling body but you end up being grabbed by something entirely different. A loud, ear piercing shriek passes through your teeth as your feet are lifted feet above the dirt. You tilt your head up to see some kind of mini robot carrying you.

"O-Optimus!" You screech, using your hands to grab at the mini-bot so you won't fall. Falling from feet in the air at this height could kill you. If you landed on the ground, you would splat against it into a bloody mess. No one would want that. Much less you and the mech currently panicking on the inside.

Optimus' servo turns into some sort of canon gun, which you didn't know he could do, and points it up at the robot that proceed to make squeaks and beeps. Much like Bee. Optimus' face flushes with uncertainty. He didn't want to shoot you while aiming for the thing whisking you back to the jet that kept circling around Optimus like a vulture.

Your small, fragile body is dropped into the jet, or Soundwave, and the glass above your head seals you inside. You inhale a bunch of air into your needy, burning lungs, a panic attack washing over you at the worst time. In all the commotion, you didn't realize you were holding your breath. You squeeze yourself upside down and start to kick at the glass, hoping it would break under the pressure. When it doesn't work, and you come to the realization that this glass is specifically made for not breaking, for war, you start to press at buttons. Nothing seems to work.

You peek out of the glass to see Optimus' lips moving and two fingers pressed to the side of his helm, probably calling for backup. The portal full of swirling colors appears behind the Prime. Bee and some other guy you had never seen before starts to shoot up at Soundwave, along with Optimus who was surely going to lose his mind if he didn't get you down soon. Soundwave dodges the bright, baby blue blasts and opens a portal maybe a few yards away himself.

All hope of ever seeing Optimus or the others again vanishes along with your body through the enemy portal. Once inside of enemy territory, Soundwave transforms and you go plummeting down to the ground. Your body hits the cold metal floor hard, so hard that you land on your arm and the bone snaps in two. You cry out, rolling over onto your back and gripping your broken arm in hopes the agonizingly painful burning would cease.

"Humans are so weak," a deep voice spits.

"Indeed they are, My Lord." Another voice says, slightly afraid sounding.

You groan and sit up, body trembling and aching like you had went on a fifty mile run without stopping. All eyes in the room watch you with curiosity, almost as if they couldn't believe their eyes. You turn your head to the side, where Soundwave stood over you, and spit your mouth full of blood at him. In return for your actions, the actions that some laughed at, Soundwave plucks you from the floor by your broken arm. You sink your teeth into the flesh of your bottom lip to silence your cries, blood running down your chin from nipping too roughly.

"Easy, Soundwave. We don't want to kill her just yet." The largest mech in the room grins.

You glare through your tears, teeth clenched and tongue tasting the bitter flavor of red metallic liquid. You assumed you were cutting eyes at Megatron. When Optimus had the time, he would explain to you who and what Megatron was. What he did, does, and looks like. All of the descriptions were matching the one cutting eyes right back.

"Welcome to the Nemesis, Pet."

Please, Optimus, find me soon. Being without you sucks.

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Ehehe. Ahaha. ACTUAL PLOTLINE. WEEE.