"...she's going to come online soon...don't wake her...is she ally or foe...?"
"Ugh...Five more kliks, Orion..." I mumbled; waving my arms in the air, to which I deeply regretted soon enough as pain flared up onto my shoulderplates, tearing me away from my peaceful slumber and forcing me to online.
"Frag!" My (e/c) optics shot opened as I hissed audibly.
Looking around groggily, I realised a familiar red and blue bot stood in front of me with some other bots around him.
......Wait.
I left the housing unit that I've shared with Orion a few days ago, which means I SHOULD NOT be hearing any noises or seeing anybot in my own PERSONAL QUARTERS!
"Holy frag!" I got up and backed away, only to let out a strained cry that got their attention, especially the one in the middle; the awfully familiar bot in front of me.
Narrowing my optics, I concentrated on the mech in front of me as I tried to focus my blurry optics at him. Once my vision was cleared, the mech in front of me stared back with equally confused optics and quite honestly, an adorable sight.
Pinching my cheeks, I realised that I'm absolutely not dreaming and came closer to the mech's face. Cupping his faceplates, I touched his sleek metal as I scooted closer to have a good look.
"Ish there shomthwin wong?" the bot spoke.
Reality finally sets in and I let out a scream as I realised he was REAL AND SO WAS ALL OF THIS WHAT THE FRAG-
"WHAT THE FRAG ARE Y'ALL DOING IN MY QUARTERS!?" I screamed back away and waved my already aching servos in front of them. Looking down at myself, I realised my servos were repaired but still had some scars and faint scratches on them.
Scratch that, my whole frame was littered with injuries. What the frag is going on?
"Uh..." looking around, I realised I was absolutely NOT in my own housing unit, and this was definitely NOT my quarters.
"Please, we won't hurt you." that voice, that familiar voice...Orion!?
"Orion!?" I looked at the mech before me, bewildered. The last I saw him was a few days ago when I got my stuff loaded in my subspace and some onto the moving truck service. He said his goodbyes and I didn't think we would be meeting again in this situation.
On a side note, he was WAYÂ smaller than how he is now and definitely does not look like some stern librarian. Since when did he get an upgrade and why am I not notified? I thought we were friends!?
The red and blue bot before me scrunched up a little as he took in my frame before a look of recognition hits him.
"(Y/N)?!" he gasped, coming close to me. Another very familiar orange and white bot came to view, having the same expresssions on his faceplate.
"Wait, did you just say (Y/N)?" the mech said, optics wide.
I scrunched up my face and concentrated on the mech behind Orion before lightening up.
"Ratchet!" I said, smiled plastered on my face.
"Okay, can someone tell us what's going on?" a femme spoke up, crossing her arms as she gave us a questioning look.
Orion went and picked me up, seeing that I was still hurt and unable to stablise on my own.
"Easy, (Y/N) ..." he said, though his voice and tone seems...stern.
The Orion I've grown to love is a little sassy aft, so who the frag replaced my librarian?! Narrowing my optics, I gave him a look, demanding answers to all this crap.
"We are glad to have you on board (Y/N). Everyone, meet (Y/N). (Y/N), this is my team." Orion began, ignoring my intensive glare. Raising a servo, I waved at them weakly as I smiled awkwardly, still leaning on the mech for support.
"Uh, hello?" I said, giving them a stiff smile before looking back at Orion with the same flat and annoyed look. The mech caught my gaze and sighed.
Still holding me tightly, he sets me down on the berth I was previously on and began explaining everything, his voice calm and serene as he spoke. He talked about how our planet, Cybertron was destroyed by the evil warlord named Megatron and we are currently residing on an organic planet named Earth.
All in all, a very fragged up story. If it's not because of Orion's and Ratchet's expressions I would've laughed and tossed this over aside as a joke. But this is certainly not a joke and I don't see anybot laughing.
Apparently, we are considered aliens and thus require to be in our alt modes and keep low profile; disguising and hiding in plain sight so that we won't trigger some major war with the organics living on this planet.
He also introduced the team to me one by one and informed that we have some organics-er-humans in our residence. Wow.
...I want one.
"...so, you're not Orion anymore?" I asked, fiddling with my digits while looking at the mech before me who was now the leader of a faction named Autobots.
"I am still Orion Pax, (Y/N). But due to the Matrix that has been bestowed to me, I saw fit to change my designation to Optimus Prime." Orion- Optimus said.
I nodded as I tried to soak up all the details as much as I could. I mean- what in the Pits am I supposed to say? I remembered falling asleep at my newly acquired housing unit in Iacon, only for me to wake up to another WORLD for Primus's sake!
Optimus sensed my trouble with coping and set his servos on mine, helping me to ease my nerves a little.
"Thanks, Paxy." I muttered on cue. Snorts of amusement filled the base as the team looked at me.
"Paxy? Something tells me you two are more than just...acquaintance." The femme Optimus introduced as Arcee spoke, her optics ridge raised in amusement.
"Right, I was his housemate for like...I don't know, eons? Sadly, I had to shift to another place but not too far from him since we were still in Iacon, just different district." I explained to them. Optimus was awfully quiet and it grated my nerves.
What in the flying frag did the Matrix do to my Orion Pax? I mean he's still adorable and innocent with those big blue optics of his, but his tone... it sounds tired and sad.
Was it the war that cause him to lose his innocence? His purity and curiosity to the world?
"Or-Optimus! Sorry, still getting used with your new designation. Why do you sound so ...forlorn and sad?" I asked, worry etched on my face as I placed a servo on his faceplate.
"Um...Optimus doesn't really show his feelings." The olive green mech-Bulkhead said, and I quickly retracted my servos from the Prime as I gave the big mech a look of horror.
"Excuse me!?" I said, not believing. Turning to look at Ratchet, I narrowed my optics as I realised the once happy but hot-headed bot is now just...tired and grumpy.
"What in the name of Primus did you guys witness to lose the spark in your optics...?" I breathed out, sadden at how the war made them all so...down. The bots said nothing and I felt bad. After all, I did just missed a very catastrophic destruction of our home planet for whatever reason because my lazy aft feel asleep.
Sighing, I stood up and went to the middle; not caring that my servos are still aching as I started to give my two favourite bots some pep talks.
I don't care if they are not liking them, they are going to receive it nonetheless.
"Cheer up, both of you- er- all of you! I don't know what happened and all, but the Orion and Ratchet I know aren't as gloomy as you two! You both are making yourselves a few million years older than your age for Primus's sake, and I take that as an insult because I'm only a few years away than you guys!" I chided, setting my servos on my hips as I scolded them.
Looking at the team, I was struck with an amazing thought and smiled evilly.
"Since you guys have yet to witness what dear Paxy and Ratty were like during their pre-war state..." I snickered mischievously and continued, not caring that I'm receiving death glares from the two mechs.
"I'll have you know that Mr.Pax here," I waved my servo at Optimus, " -is a huge sucker for Energon sweets! I swear during my time as his housemate, you could literally find snacks and sweets all over the corners!" I said, garnering laughters from the team, beside Optimus and Ratchet of course.
"(Y/N), I don't think-"
"Oh hush, you know that I know ALL of your secret stash. Heck, you even had some in Ratchet's place!" I cut the Prime off. The team were now laughing uncontrollably, not believing their audials.
"And doc here-"
"Don't call me doc, dammit!"
"-Doctor here, for a medical physician you would think he's all on board on living a healthy life. NOPE! He's got a fragging schedule to go to the damn oil house every weekends. EVERY WEEKENDS. And um, me and Pax here had to carry him back to his quarters way too many times to count." I continued, not batting an optic at the face-servoing mech.
"I'm going to skin you alive." He growled, rubbing his face tiredly.
"Nice try, genius. News flash, I don't have skin!" I rebutted before opening my subspace and handing him his favourite high grade.
"UGH- wait- OH!" His optics widened along with his dermas as they parted; grinning widely like a sparkling receiving a gift.
"For me?" he asked, looking at me with hopeful optics.
"Of course it's for you, silly!" I said, giving my favourite doctor a hug to which he returned, stunning the team.
"You just made him smile! How did you do that?" Bulkhead said in exasperation.
"High-grade Energon." I deadpanned before handing Optimus an Energon bar to his already extending servo.
"You're welcome, Pax." I rolled my optics as the Prime before me finally returned to his Pax state and munched on the sweet. The mech bite down onto the sugary goodness and sighed, enjoying the candy bar.
"It tastes just like how it was before!" he said, a smile formed on his face.
"And that's the smile I've been waiting for!" I said proudly, hugging the big mech as he wolfed down the bar.
"Thanks, (Y/N)." he said, hugging back. I pulled back and gave Optimus a questioning look, to which he replied with an optic ridge.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked.
"Did the Matrix decide on your new designation, or did you just made a new one up on the spot?"
"...The Matrix gave me that...?" Optimus averted his gaze as he lied. The Prime is a fragging lousy liar, I'll give you that.
"You still suck at lying. Try again?"
"Okay, fine! I made it up!" He growled, huffing as he buried his face in my embrace; probably blushing from embarasssment. Orion is such a dork. I mean- come on, his designation is named after a constellation for Primus's sake!
"The name's pretty lit though; got a nice ring to it." I commented. I felt the Prime smiled and nodded before turning upwards to look at me.
"I know right? I'm pretty proud of it myself too!" he said, giving me a toothy smile, his dermas still coated with the sugary Energon. Rolling my optics, I wiped his dermas with my servos as I gave him an audibly sigh.
"You're still horrible at eating, do you know that?"
"Shush, you're no better when it comes with sweets too."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
The team's dermas were wide open as they witnessed the whole interaction with me, Ratchet and Optimus.
"Well scrap, welcome to the team (Y/N). Only you can pull off those moves on the two without getting yourself severely maimed." Arcee said, offering a handshake.
"Puh-lease, I got lots more of stories about them! Rest assured, I planned on leaving none out!" I grinned widely as the duo groaned.
"Please don't..." Optimus pleaded.
"Kill me..." Ratchet added in, groaning loudly.
I ignored them and laughed wickedly; finally having a payback to their crazy antics back in the day.
"I'm so fragging glad I've yet to unload my stuff from my personal subspace. Oh Primus, y'all are so in for a ride!"