'BOTS~

Optimus Prime

Your POV

"It's great to meet you all!" Your eyes light up after being introduced to the Team Prime. "So, you're really from Cybertron?"

"Yes." Optimus nods. You grin wider and resist the urge to do a happy dance. It was really happening. You pinch yourself, after everyone goes back to what they were doing before you walked in, to make sure this was real, and frown. Ow. That hurt.

"Are you alright?" You look up at Optimus, who looks concerned at where you pinched yourself. He's at eye level with you.

"Oh. . . Yeah." You blush. "It's just something humans do." It felt weird to say "humans" like that.

"Oh." He did that adorable confused face.

"It's just hard to believe this is real, I guess." You think out loud. Then, you meet his gorgeous blue optics with your E/C eyes. "But I promise I will do whatever I can to help team Prime and revive Cybertron."

Optimus's POV

"But I promise I will do whatever I can to help team Prime and revive Cybertron." The femme declares solemnly.

I small smile forms on my dermas. "Thank you, Y/N." I offer her my servo, and she gets on. "And I promise I will do everything I can to preserve your planet."

Ratchet

Your POV

"So what's planned for today buddy?" You ask, climbing up on something in the Cybertronian-sized medical bay to sit down with your guardian, Ratchet.

He gives an annoyed sigh. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me buddy?"

"You can always call him Sunshine." Wheeljack suggests with a grin. Ratchet grumbles and rolls his optics.

"I'll keep that in mind," You grin.

"What's that?" You point to odd looking symbols after a minute.

"Cybertronian." Ratchet replies shortly. "The native language of our home. . ." His normally gruff voice sounds kind of. . . Sad.

You frown.

"This might not mean much, but. . . I'm sorry about your home planet. Maybe I can't do anything, but maybe I can, so I guess what I'm saying is that if there is any way I can help. . . I am willing to do so."

Ratchet's POV

"This might not mean much, but. . . I'm sorry about your home planet. Maybe I can't do anything, but maybe I can, so I guess what I'm saying is that if there is any way I can help. . . I am willing to do so."

I actually glance up at the female's words. ". . . Thank you," I reply slowly, carefully, studying her face. Y/N's cheeks flush, and I feel blue rush to my faceplates. Silently, I hold out my servo and help her onto my shoulder, where she perches and helps me work for the remained of the day.

Bumblebee

Your POV

"Is living on earth for now weird?" You ask randomly, as he drives you away from the museum incident.

"Kind of. . . At first it was hard to adjust, but I think of it like my home away from home. Your eyes watch the steering wheel move seemingly on it's own.

"I still miss it, though." He continues. "Earth is no Cybertron."

You pat his dashboard softly. "I don't know if this is of any condolence. . . But if you need any help. . . I'm here."

Bumblebee's POV

I blink, and adjust my mirror to look at her. "Oh."

"I mean, I didn't think I would be, I just--" She takes my reaction wrong, so I correct myself.

"No, no! I'm just surprised. Most people. . . Aren't like you."

She flashes me an attractive smile. "Well, I'm not most people."

Smokescreen

Your POV

"What's up, Smokes?" You grin up at Smokescreen, who has returned again for the second time.

"Just coming to pick up my favorite human femme," He grins.

"Do you even know any other human girls?"

"I know one other, actually." He says defensively. ". . . Just don't tell her I chose favorites. I don't want to hurt her feelings. Though. . . She's picked a favorite mech, so I guess we'd be even." He shrugs and transforms. You giggle and get it. Racing around with him was going to become a staple. You could tell.

After a while, you stop and sit on the edge of a plateau to watch the sunset. You lean against his metal frame. You put your hand on his, and silence falls between you. Glancing up at him, you realize something's wrong.

"Smokes?"

"It's just. . . I miss Cybertronian sunsets." He looks away, and does the Cybertronian equivalent of swallowing hard to prevent from crying.

". . . I'm sorry. It must be hard, being far away from your home. . . Not knowing when or if you'll return. . ." You realize quickly that you are not helping. "But. . . If there's anything I can do. . . Please, let me know."

Smokescreen's POV

". . . I'm sorry. It must be hard, being far away from your home. . . Not knowing when or if you'll return. . ." I wince a little, that wasn't really making me feel better. The next thing she says, however, does. "But. . . If there's anything I can do. . . Please, let me know."

I look over at her, and give a small smile. "Thank you, Y/N. . . It means a lot." We sit there and enjoy the rest of the sunset and night sky together as her words echo in my head.

Sideswipe

Your POV

You'd been riding around with Sideswipe all day, but he seemed kind of on the quiet, not-so-arrogant side today.

"Sides, something's wrong. I can tell. If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, but I'm here to listen if you do."

He sighs, and is quiet. Then, to your surprise, he starts talking.

"It's just. . . It's not that I don't love hanging out with you, I do, and being on the Bee Team is cool too, but, I. . . Well I miss Cybertron, too." He sighs. "I wish I could show you! You would love it. And I'd love to show you," he says dreamily.

You smile and rub his interior softly. "I get it. Leaving behind your home is hard. I know this sounds crazy, stupid, even; but I want to help. No matter what the cost."

Sideswipe's POV

"I get it. Leaving behind your home is hard. I know this sounds crazy, stupid, even; but I want to help. No matter what the cost." Her fingers rub me softly, which is both delightful and relaxing.

"Oh Y/N. . . Thank you so much. Maybe I could teach you some of my amazing moves--"

"Sideswipe--"

At least she knows I'm feeling better.

'CONS~

Megatron

Your POV

"I assure you, Lord Megatron, I live to serve!" You try again.

"I do not appreciate having a fleshbag aboard the Nemesis, so for your sake, be sure your prove your worth." He replies scathingly.

"Have my reports not been proof enough of my allegiance?"

". . . Allegiance?"

"Yes! It is as I have said, I live to serve you, my Lord; and to do whatever I can to ensure your rule over Cybertron and earth."

Megatron's POV

"Yes! It is as I have said, I live to serve you, my Lord; and to do whatever I can to ensure your rule over Cybertron and earth." I glance at the femme's eager E/C eyes as she speaks thise words.

"Very well, fleshbag. But you had better not fail me."

"Yes my leige. . . And it's Y/N."

Starscream

Your POV

"Aww come on Screamer, what's up?" You give him your best puppy dog eyes. "I can tell something is bugging you, and more than normal."

Starscream sighs, glancing at you. "You'll complain all the same."

"No I won't!" You protest for the hundredth time. "I don't know what you're talking about; spit it out already!" You were starting to get annoyed. Scratch that, you were starting to get more annoyed.

"You won't understand." Starscream complains dramatically. Geesh, you should call him Whiner instead of Screamer.

"If you're going to whine, shouldn't I at least know what you're whining about?"

"It's just. . . Well I'm afraid my schemes to overthrow Megatron will never work. And I'll never be Lord of the Decepticons." His wings droop, and his face falls. "I'll never be good enough, not for Megatron, not for the Decepticons. . . Not even for you."

Awwww. That was kinda cute, actually. But sad. You frown and climb up carefully, massaging his shoulders. At first you weren't sure if humans could massage these robot aliens without a) being crushed because they were annoyed, or b) if they would even feel relaxed. But you feel the tension in his shoulders ease, so you know its working. "Aww Starscream, you are good enough for me. I'm still here, after all."

But Sir Whines-a-Lot has a comeback to this, of course. Pre-made complaints, served daily at Screamer's café. "You are now. But you'll leave or abandon me. Everyone always does.

"No one understands me, Y/N. I'm so alone." He emphasizes. What a drama queen. You massage him more. "Screamer, I promise I'll never leave you. You are good enough for me, and trust me I fully understand what it feels like for no one to be on your side. But here I am, on yours. And I will do whatever I can to forward your cause and be there for you as both an ally, and a friend."

Starscream's POV

"Screamer, I promise I'll never leave you. You are good enough for me, and trust me I fully understand what it feels like for no one to be on your side. But here I am, on yours. And I will do whatever I can to forward your cause and be there for you as both an ally, and a friend."

I frown, and replay those words in my head. "Y/N. . . Come here. In front of me." I feel her anxiety as she creeps in front of me and stares up at me with those E/C eyes. I pick her up carefully, studying her like a rare artifact, a relic of immeasurable worth. "Y/N. . . Thank you. Your words mean a lot." My wings lift, which causes the human femme to giggle a little. She likes it, for whatever reason; I feel most people think I move them purposely, but I explained to Y/N that it really happened on it's own accord: the way tears and laughter come in moments of great sadness or great joy, or the way humans, particularly femmes, I have observed, burst into song without meaning to. "You know you're a wonderful fleshie?" I ask her, using one of my digits to tickle her, my wings flapping a little. She giggles again, whether for my tickling her or my wings fluttering. Either way, my spark skips a beat, and a smile finds its way onto my faceplates.

Knockout

Your POV

"I will keep watch over her, she will not be of any trouble, Lord Megatron." Knockout promises the not-so-happy Decepticon leader. "She will be of good use to us."

"Do you mean to say you will conduct experiments on her for our purposes?" Megatron asks, and you panic a little inside.

"N-no, my liege, that. . . was not what I had in mind." Knockout stutters hastily. "I believe she will help me in the medical bay, after all I could use another assistant. . . Everyone else is busy and her size will come in handy. . . I--" Megatron is over hearing his many excuses.

"Very well, Knockout. But if this plan of yours backfires. . . There will be severe consequences."

"Yes, Lord Megatron." Knockout replies nervously. He turns to you, "Come, Y/N, I'll show you to the medical bay." He picks you up and places you on his shoulder. He opens his mouth, but you cut him off.

"Watch the paint. I know." Humor rings in your voice.

Knockout huffs, but stays silent as he passes through Vehicons and other Decepticons. It takes you a moment to realize he's feeling insecure and judged by their rude, taunting stares.

"Kayo," You whisper.

"What," he seems kind of out of steam.

". . . Thank you. . . for. . . for doing this for me." You start. "I mean, you could've let me be scrapped back there, or however you put it. . . Now you're risking your reputation and, well, everything. . . So thank you."

He almost stops in place, processing this. ". . . You're welcome." He starts walking again. You glance at his face as best you can, but he seems to be averting your gaze. He gets you safetly to the medbay, and shows you around. But something still seems. . . Off.

"Knocks. . . You okay?" You study his face.

"What? . . . Yes. I'm fine."

"You're lying."

He sighs and throws his servos in the air. "Fine, I'm not fine! Happy now," He broods.

Your face creases in worry. "Knockout. . . I'm sorry. I just. . . I wanted to help. . ."

He sighs again, and looks over to where you sit on the table. "I know. . . Well, the truth is I don't feel very appreciated here. I'm their medic, their only medic; they need me! But they treat me like scrap, each and every one of them. Well, almost every one of them." He says. "The point is, Y/N, it's not easy for me around here."

"I'm sorry. I wish I could help. . . Maybe I can. It sounds stupid, but like you said. . . You could use my help, if not as an assistant, than as a friend."

Knockout's POV

"I'm sorry. I wish I could help. . . Maybe I can. It sounds stupid, but like you said. . . You could use my help, if not as an assistant, than as a friend."

In surprise, I glance at the human femme. "Come again?"

"I said, I'm here for you, Knockout. Always. If you need someone to talk to or someone to help you out, I will be here." Her stunning E/C eyes lock with mine.

"Thank you Y/N. . . I will be here for you as well." Her face lights up, which causes me to smile. I hear familiar pedes-steps and turn to see Breakdown.

"Is that the femme you've been talking about!?" He asks with a grin, and blue rushes to my face.

"I--"

"He's been talking about me?" Y/N's attention has been caught.

Breakdown smirks at me before looking at me. "Yes, he has. But he did mention a name. . . Y/N I believe it was. . ."

"That's my name!"

Breakdown's smirk widens. "Is it? I'm Breakdown. So tell me, Y/N, which part do you want to hear first? The embarrassing part or the really embarrassing part?"

I do what humans call, "facepalm".

Breakdown

Your POV

"How long have you been spying on me?" Breakdown ask suspiciously.

"I'd like to call it silently cheering for you." You reply. "Just twice. I was lucky to see you the first time, even luckier the second. Honestly, I can't believe that I am even talking to you now."

Breakdown nods, taking this in. "And you said your name was Y/N?"

You nod enthusiastically. "That's the one!"

"Well. . . As I'm sure you know. . . I'm Breakdown. . ." He trails off, unsure of what to say. "I'm from a planet called Cybertron. . . You probably already know that too, though, because your kind appreciates making money off of our war."

You frown. "It does seem kinda terrible now that I know this is really all real."

"Really all real?"

"A girl's allowed a few dreams, isn't she?"

"I suppose so." He muses. "As a mech is. . ."

"What are your dreams, Breakdown? If you don't mind my asking."

He sighs. "That I could one day return to my home planet."

You frown again. "I understand. . . Leaving your home is hard. Whether physically, mentally, or emotionally, leaving behind some thing or place you thought of as a home is difficult. If. . . If it means anything, I want to help. I mean, I'd like to. If that's possible. I know I'm small to you guys and stuff but I. . ."

Breakdown's POV

"I understand. . . Leaving your home is hard. Whether physically, mentally, or emotionally, leaving behind some thing or place you thought of as a home is difficult. If. . . If it means anything, I want to help. I mean, I'd like to. If that's possible. I know I'm small to you guys and stuff but I. . ."

I look over in surprise at the femme's offer. It was less of an offer and more of an oath, though. I could tell by the seriousness in her eyes.

"Thank you Y/N. . . I really appreciate it."

We talk for a moment longer, before I say,

"I have to go, or Megatron will get suspicious."

"Oh, okay. Bye Breaks!"

On the Nemesis. . .

I walk into the medbay to see Knockout with some human femme. A grin forms on my faceplates.

"Is that the femme you've been talking about!?"

(3,127 words! That's all for today flames! I love writing these, but it definitely takes the longest out of all my stories. I'm glad I could update! The gifs tho... they good👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼Love you❤)