Adelaide typed on her laptop, writing her report for Fowler to send to the higher ups.

She was alone in the cave that was the Autobot base of operations, sitting on the ugly mustard colored couch that Bumblebee had picked up off the side of the road. He had been so excited to bring it for her so the color meant absolutely nothing to her.

The rumble of an engine brought her attention from her screen and up towards the incoming semi truck.

Optimus assumed bipedal form, looking down at the human who sat under a blanket with her laptop on her lap. "Have any of the others reported in?"

"Bulkhead was here about two hours ago. There was nothing so he moved on to the next quadrant," Addie replied as she continued typing.

Optimus nodded with a slightly disappointed look on his face, but he kept his dispair to himself.

"It's a good thing that you're here though. Fowler is on his way," the girl spoke up again.

"Fowler? Is there a problem I am unaware of?" Optimus questioned.

Adelaide shrugged. "Honestly, not sure. He didn't tell me anything other than that he was en route."

"I will stay for his arrival then," Pptimus responded slowly, internally cringing at the thought of the agent coming in with a new complaint for him about his Autobots.

Adelaide glanced up, noticing Optimus staring into empty space. "Take a chill pill, Optimus. He's just a human. You could just flick him if he annoys you too much."

"I would never wish to hurt Fowler, even if I do find him... well, difficult."

"I was making a joke," Addie laughed as she shook her head. "Lighten up a bit."

Optimus frowned at the human girl. How did she expect him to 'lighten up', as she put it. "I do not typically have the time to engage in humorous interaction."

"Well, make time." Adelaide closed her laptop. "Humor is good for you! Obviously there is time for being serious and staying on task, but you don't have to live like that every second."

Optimus listened to her as he sat himself against the wall of the cave.

"Life is supposed to be fun, y'know? If you lose sight of that, is a war really worth fighting? Are you gonna just drop over the minute things get better? I'm not saying that I know the pressure you're under, but that pressure might feel less crushing if you allow yourself to smile every once in a while."

The Prime considered what she said. Perhaps she was right, but he didn't really know what would make him smile. He had lost the knowledge of joy a long time ago, so he voiced his concern to the human. "I have to be honest, I do not know what would make me smile."

"Well, what do you enjoy doing? I already know you don't give yourself free time, but if you had an hour, just an hour, by yourself, how would you spend that hour?"

He thought for a moment before the rumble of a new engine came into the cave.

Ratchet assumed bipedal form and looked to his leader. "Optimus?"

Prime stood up from his position against the wall. "No sign?"

"I'm afraid not," Ratchet declined with a frown.

"Agent Fowler is on his way here. I am not sure of what this meeting is for, but he sent word to Adelaide," Optimus informed Ratchet.

"I'm here, Prime," Fowler called from the ground as he marched towards the two bots.

Adelaide stood up, setting her laptop on the couch. "Fowler."

"Adelaide," her boss acknowledged with a nod.

"Agent Fowler," Optimus started. "What brings you here?"

Fowler fixed his sleeves as he spoke. "Your new base is ready for you. I got word this morning that the outfitting has been completed. I'll have to send you the coordinates, but I expect you out of this hole by the end of the week."

"We appreciate your accommodations, Agent Fowler. We are in your debt," Optimus replied with a nod, making Ratchet scoff.

The agent then turned to Adelaide. "There is a house in the town right near the base where you'll be staying now. Completely paid for and you'll have a vehicle designated for you as well. Same as the bots, I want you in by the end of the week."

"Understood."

"Have you finished writing up the report?" Fowler asked.

"Almost. I was working on it as you arrived."

"Perfect. Listen, if you need help with moving your stuff from your apartment, I could hire a moving team," Fowler offered to which Adelaide smiled.

"I am sure we could be of plenty assistance to Miss Adelaide," Optimus cut in.

"Do whatever you feel is necessary. I have field training in an hour, so I'll be on my way. You know how to reach me."

With that, Fowler made his exit, not wanting to spend more time there than necessary.

"Looks like we're moving!" Addie exclaimed somewhat dully. "Fun."

"We will help you with moving your things," Optimus spoke as he looked down at the human.

"I appreciate the offer, Optimus, but other than maybe using your trailer, I don't know how much help you guys would be," Addie reminded with a lopsided smile.

Ratchet rolled his eyes. "We'd just use our holoforms. Problem solved."

"I'm sorry? Holoforms?"

"A solidified matter hologram. Typically used when ancient Cybertronians would interact with other alien species. We do not typically find use for them much, but Agent Fowler did make us use them to get pictures for the small license we must carry in our alt forms," Optimus explained simply.

"Three months and no one showed me this? I feel like you guys were holding out on me," Addie joked lightly. "Though it does make sense for the drivers license, I guess. Alright then, some help would be nice, though I'm not sure I can return the favor."

Optimus shook his head. "It is not necessary, I assure you."

Adelaide just smiled. "Thanks, Optimus."

-

Addie pushed her hair out of her face as she wiped the sweat off her forehead, which was ironic considering the snow falling outside her window.

Boxes stacked up in her living room covered the corner of the room, though all her furniture was still unmoved.

There was a knock on her door and she turned with a small smile.

"Just come in," she called out.

The door opened and three unfamiliar men walked into the room.

"Oh, wow. So these are the holoforms?" Addie said as she looked at the three curiously.

Bumblebee stood to the right, a solid 5'8, with yellowish blond hair mopping over his head. Some freckles were splattered on his childidh face as he gave a bright smile, almost as bright as his blue eyes. His eyes were the only remnent showing that he was not actually a human. He sported a fitting yellow shirt that had black stripes zagging down the sides. His bottoms were khakis paired with black skating sneakers.

To the left, Bulkhead stood at around 5'10, his black hair giving off an almost green tinge to it. His skintone was much darker than the other two fors standing beside him. He was wearing a green army jacket with a black undershirt, with matching black cargo pants and combat boots.

Adelaide let her gaze linger on Optimus for a moment, though.

The leader of the Autobots stood above the rest just as he normally did. If Adelaide had to guess, she would say he was about 6'3. He had navy colored hair that looked so natural forming for his sharp facial features, but even with the angles in his face, there was a sort of gentleness. He wore a red plaid flannel with a black undershirt and blue jeans.

"Yes. Agent Fowler helped with the clothing choices," Optimus replied as he looked down at his outfit.

"I like it. Suits you guys," Addie said with a smile.

"Thanks!" Bulkhead spoke up. "So we moving or what?"

"Yeah! I got everything into boxes, all that's left is moving the furniture and stuff."

"We will take care of it, Miss Adelaide. Please, just relax," Optimus spoke calmly as he walked into the center of the living room.

Adelaide laughed internally. She had continually told Optimus that using the honorific wasn't necessary. At first he just ignored her remrks, but now he rarely called her 'miss', so it made her smile whenever it slipped out of him.

"I appreciate the offer, but I can't just let you do all the work.I'd feel guilty," Adelaide argued.

"If you insist."