Out of the Dark → Transformers

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

There wasn't really much I could do except for sit in my suite and do nothing. My body was still trying to recover from what happened with the Decepticons, so for now I've been taking it easy. It sucked not be able to do the things I normally could because my energy level was so low, but I couldn't stress just how amazing it felt to be free of my ability. I could no longer hurt those around me, especially those that I cared about.

It's been three days since I was rescued from wherever the Decepticons had taken me. I've spent these three days with my friends, my family, and some of the Autobots--especially Ratchet--but there was one Autobot I still had yet to see. Optimus still had yet to return from his "mission," although Ironhide had returned the next day. I didn't know what was going on, but I just wanted to see him.

As I sat here thinking about it, I began to believe that he didn't even want to see me. I mean, it's been two days since Ironhide returned and I highly doubted he would leave Optimus alone to complete the mission. I just couldn't understand why he hasn't shown up yet.

A knock on my door tore me away from my thoughts, and I let out a sigh before telling whoever it was to come in. I wanted nothing more than for it to be Optimus, but I knew that wasn't going to be the case here.

I was proven right when Ratchet walked through the door to my suite. He had a small smile on his face, which I returned half-heartedly. It was lovely to see him, but I would love nothing more than to see the Bot that I've managed to fall hopelessly in love with during the past couple of weeks. Maybe Ratchet had answers for why Optimus seemed to be MIA.

"How are you doing today?" Ratchet asked as he walked over to where I was sitting on the couch cuddling with my blanket.

"I could be better," I shrugged. He raised a brow and sat down beside me. He was seemingly curious about why I was in such a funk. I'm surprised it wasn't obvious.

"Is this about Optimus?" he inquired. Okay, maybe it was obvious.

"Yes."

"Care to elaborate?"

I let out a sigh and turned to face him. "He should be here, Ratchet. Ironhide returned from the mission two days ago, but Optimus didn't. Does he not want to see me or something? Because all I want is to see him."

"Optimus has had a rough few days, Brenna. Allow me to rephrase that--Optimus has had a rough week," he told me.

I was confused. "Wait, why? What's wrong with him?"

"I think I'll let him tell you himself," he told me with a small smile.

I was confused yet again, until I noticed him glance over towards the door. A very familiar form stood in the doorway, a form I recognized to be Optimus's holoform. His face held a slight smile, but his eyes held sadness and regret. I didn't really care about that at the moment, nor did I care about the fact that my body was wracked with a painstaking amount of fatigue. All I cared about was the fact that he was here.

"Optimus," I whispered before removing myself from the couch. I ignored the intense lightheadedness and ran over to Optimus, engulfing him in a tight hug. He didn't hesitate before wrapping his arms around me. I couldn't help but feel as if he were relieved to see me; I knew I was more than relieved to see him.