(I know I posted this on my Family One-Shot book but I really love this and I just had to post it here too)

((WFC/FOC? TFP! Optimus x Youngling! Reader))

(This Optimus is going through all sorts of timelines...)

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Get your tissue boxes ready reader- I plan to make each and everyone of you cry for the rest of your life- so long as you remember this chapter

And before you get confused:

-Think of cyberbug as another way to say dirty rat (remember they don't have rats on Cybertron but they do have bugs)

-Crossways=streets (I'm thinking War for Cybertron streets)

-Orion Pax is actually a name - it is not a first and last name because cybertronians don't have last names. Orion is just a shorter way people like to address him (aka friends, mentors, etc.). Just thought I should clear that up for you guys.

- Italic is memory, normal text is present time

-Sire= Father (or anything relating to that)

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˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚

"Sire! Look! I can convert my arms now!" Shouted out a young cybertronian as she jumped from ped to ped with excitement.

Orion Pax smiled softly at the young femme and lowered himself to her height.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah! Look look!"

The youngling then stared determinedly at her servos that we're stretched out in front of her for a moment before flicking them both down swiftly- the unmistakable sound of gears shifting heard.

"Isn't it cool?!"

Orion Pax smiled at (Y/n) and placed a servo on her head- patting her gently.

"Yes yes I can see your great accomplishment. Well done (Y/n)- I am proud of you,"

(Y/n) smiled brightly before looking at her shifted forearms in confusion.

"Uh, what do I do? I mean they just look like two rods of metal connected with a smaller piece,"

Orion Pax chucked. Of course she would be too excited about her finally being able to shift her forearms then why they were empty frames.

"We will need to install some equipment for you,"

˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚
You make me happy
When skies are grey
˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚

What a pain- it seemed as though a few datapads had not been returned like they were supposed to be. Orion Pax vented out as he started at the vacant spot where some datapads were supposed to be returned.

Alpha Trion isn't going to be to please about this.

A tapping on his leg grabbed his attention away from the small empty tub- which turned out to be his youngling.

"Sire, can you help me scan some things? I don't understand them all yet and I'm not sure where to file them,"

Orion smiled gently down at the young femme before he picked her up and started to walk to the lift that held all his work.

"Of course,"

˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚
You never know, dear
How much I love you
˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚

"Sire....why did you take me in? I'm just some dirty cyberbug, aren't I?..."

Optimus looked down and away from his holopad towards the youngling that stood by his peds- looking up at him with doubt in her cyan optics.

"(Y/n)," The Prime began as he placed his device down and crouched to her height. "While my previous identity of Orion Pax is gone, I still retain all of my memories, feelings, and reasonings- especially for you. I have never thought of you as anything less of a cybertronain. Never has it crossed my mind that you were simply from the crossways and had nothing physical to offer,"

(Y/n) started to play with her digits and looked away- almost as if ashamed for having nothing.

"But, you did offer me something that I am forever thankful for,"

The young femme stopped playing with her digits and looked up at Optimus is hope.

"I did?..."

The Prime smiled gently at the youngling with adoration filling his optics as he raised a servo and placed it gently on her helm.

"You gave me happiness and joy. You gave me a reason to be, as I hold you dearly in my spark,"

˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚
So don't take my sunshine away...
˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚

(Y/n)'s faceplate was filled with awe as she stared up at the Prime- completely enraptured by his words.

She then smiled up at him as lubricant started filling her optics.

"Thank you- for not thinking of me as any less of a cybertronian. And I hold you dearly in my spark too!"

˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚
The other night, dear
As I lay sleeping,
I dreamt I held you, in my arms
˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚

"Optimus? Optimus?! Frag- online damnit!"

Optimus quickly snapped his optics open and quickly sat up- intaking air quickly to cool his overheated system.

"Ratchet? What..."

Ratchet simply tightened his hold of Optimus's shoulder- who now realized that Ratchet had shook him awake.

"Calm down Optimus- just calm down first,"

And so, after Optimus's internal organs had cooled down just enough, he turned his tired optics towards the medic.

"Ratchet, has something happened?"

"No Optimus, there is no Decepticon activity or any activity of the sort. The children are alright, the base is fine and our team members are functioning," Ratchet listened off- already knowing what Optimus was actually asking.

"I woke you up because you were rapidly overheating,"

"It is just some...memories of the war back on Cybertron being replayed in my helm. That is all. Thank you for your concern old friend, but I am fine,"

Ratchet hesitated and stared at him with doubt for a second before he nodded his head and left the Primes quarters- knowing space was all he needed at the moment.

...

"(Y/n)...." Optimus breathlessly whispered as he looked down at his empty arms before shifting them as though he were holding something.

˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚
When I woke dear, I was mistaken
So I hung my head and I cried....
˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚

Optimus slowly slid his optics shut and let the lubricants building up silently slip out- marking his face with the emotional pain he endures inside.

˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy, when skies were grey
˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚

They failed.

They had failed to save the hostages that were being held in Kaon.

They had all believed in him, laid down their lives for him and yet, he didn't save them....

He didn't...

They were all dead because of...

Because of...

Of hi-

"Optimus! Sire!"

Optimus snapped out of his trance and looked down at the youngling that sat right next to him- looking up at him with worry.

Optimus shook his helm lightly to erase any lingering thoughts on the mission he had failed. Instead, he focused solely on his youngling.

"Is there something the matter (Y/n)?" He asked.

(Y/n) simply frowned at him before shifting her legs by folding them to sit on her knees before speaking.

"You may not be my real sire, but your my sire nonetheless. And I may not have a natural born connection with you but it's there and I can feel that your grieving," (Y/n) paused before wrapping her arms around Optimus' arm in a hug.

"Please, don't be upset. No one thinks less or different of you. And most importantly, no one blames you for what happened,"

Optimus stayed silent as he started at the young femme clinging to his arm before closing his optics- sending her reassurance and comforting pulses in the spark ties to each other.

But the strongest pulse of them all was one filled with gratefulness .

˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚
You never know dear,
How much I love you
˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚

"Hey sire, have you ever noticed?"

"Noticed?" Optimus questioned the youngling who sat and leaned on his side.

"All of us," She motioned towards the occupied Autobots. "We look like a big family,"

Optimus snapped his optics down at his youngling - slightly caught off guard..

His comrades? A family?

The Prime lifted his optics up and scanned the room- locking onto each frame as they conversed with one-another.

Many were smiling and simply enjoying each other's presence.

How has he not noticed before?

They really...

They really were like a family.

Even during the cruel times of war...

...

War...

˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁎⁺˳✧༚
.....
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....

How cruel...

"Sire! SIRE!"

no no no no nO NO!

How could this have happened?!

She was at the base- she was safe! How could they have gotten past them?!

How did they get to her unnoticed?!

"Now, lets make this simple Optimus Prime," The seeker in front of him growled out. He held (Y/n) by her neck cablings and dangled her dangerously over a cliff in the Sea of Rust.

"I've been given orders to retrieve the allspark at all cost- so give it to me, and I give you the youngling,"

Optimus's spark went cold as his whole frame froze.

The allspark? The one thing powerful enough to shift the balance of power in the war? To save his youngling?

Optimus hesitated as he thought of a plan in his helm;

Give him the allspark.

Grab (Y/n) and put as much space as possible between the her and the Decepticon.

Quickly grab the seeker before he flies off and retrieve the allspark.

Optimus openly nodded his head as he opened his chassis and carefully removed the allspark.

"No! Sire don't do it! Don't give it to him! Please!" (Y/n) had called out as she struggled in the hold of the seeker- only to have him tighten his grip on her- squeezing her voice box.

Optimus hardened his stare before briskly walking forward and placing it down gently on the ground. He then took a few steps back afterwards.

The seeker grinned and walked forward- with (Y/n) in his grip. He then paused and without warning, threw (Y/n) behind him and lunched for the allspark- a craze look in his ruby-colored optics.

"NO!!"

Optimus shouted out- enraged. He quickly ran towards the allspark and punted the Decepticon away- most likely knocking him unconscious- while grabbing the allspark and quickly put in back in his chassis- not once stopping.

Without turning back- he continued to run to the edge of the cliff and look over- only to sigh in relief as he saw his youngling clinging to a piece of metal that was protruding from the wall.

"Papa!"

"I'm coming!" Optimus shouted out as he switched his servos out for blades and stabbed them in the wall formation- using them as a leverage to climb down to her.

(Y/n) smiled in relief as she saw her father getting near her- but it quickly turned to confusion as she felt the metal slab between her digits start to shift.

"Eh?"

Hearing her confusion, Optimus looked down at her- only to look on in horror as he saw the metal slab shift.

"(Y/n), hang on!"

And he began to descend even faster as he paged for his ops back at base.

♪───────♪
Please don't take...
♪───────♪

"Sire?..."

"You're going to be alright! I'm here!"

♪───────♪
My sunshine...
♪───────♪

The slab shifted again.

"Sire?! SIRE!"

Panic and fear now filled her voice.

The loose ledge creaked and became even more unstable.

"Hang on!"

♪───────♪
Away...
♪───────♪

And then, it came loose.

...

"PAPAAA!!!"

"War..."

"...how cruel..."

I'm not crying, you are!...

.°(ಗдಗ。)°.

I really hope I didn't make Optimus OOC...