Transformers Imagines and Oneshots

Song is Grenade by Bruno Mars.
I hope y'all enjoy this short story! It is a little sad.
Lightwave's POV
I ran to my berthroom and locked the door. My whole body was shaking. He promised they wouldn't...

Everything they said hurt so bad. Optimus was the only one who even pretended he still thought the same about me. Everything I had with them was over. Gone forever. Because I couldn't just let my past go, keep my mouth shut, and just accept the fact that I am now Cybertronian. I'm not human anymore. Yes, I said that. 

You see, when I was seventeen years old, I was, or I think I was, in a severe car accident. All I remember is driving down the road, hearing the squeal of tires, and then nothing. I woke up as a Cybertronian on Cybertron, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Thankfully, I had always loved Transformers as a kid, and still kept that up as a teen. 

When the (thankfully) Autobots found me, I just told them I didn't remember anything except for my Cybertronian name, Lightwave. I never told them what had really happened. I couldn't. I feared their reaction. After I lived there for a few orns, I decided to trust Optimus with the truth.

 To my utter relief, he had been nothing but kind to me. My main reason for telling him was because the Cons were starting to figure out that I wasn't a normal Cybertronian. I needed someone to trust, and to talk to. Part of me wished someone else from my world was around so we could just talk...

A few days after I told him, he told me we should tell the High Command: namely Jazz, Prowl, Elita-1, Ultra Magnus, Chromia, Ironhide, Ratchet, and maybe Red-Alert. 

I was reluctant, but eventually caved, trusting his judgement. That proved to be a poor choice now. Instead of being understanding, they said the most horrible things. They said that organics were disgusting, lowly creatures. They said I wasn't a real Cybertronian. They accused me of lying about it. Their words shattered me, and I ran to my berthroom, sobbing. I just wanted to go home...

Optimus Prime POV

Furious would be too light of a word to describe how I felt. I had trusted my High Command, and they had severely disappointed me. 

"Enough!" I exclaimed after Lightwave fled the room. 

"You should all be ashamed of yourselves!" 

I studied each of them. 

"Do any of you realize how hard this is for her? How much I had to convince her to tell you?! I trusted you and you broke that!" 

Some of them had the decency to look ashamed, but others...

"Optimus! She can't be serious! All of this nonsense about being an organic before-it can't be true! It's not possible!" Ratchet exclaimed.

I growled. I looked at Ironhide, who agreed with him. 

"Ironhide, do you remember how you met Chromia?" I don't think anyone saw where I was going with this, but I needed to make a point. 

The huge weapons specialist nodded.

"One of my best friends introduced her. He was dating her sister, and thought I'd like her."

I gave an acknowledging hum. 

"And what if someone told you that your memories of your best friend weren't real? What if someone told you Chromia wasn't real?"

It hit them like a train, I could tell. The full gravity of the situation suddenly dawned upon them. Not only did they call Lightwave a liar and insult her, they basically called all of her memories of being an organic a lie. They called her entire life a lie. 

"Now, I don't want anyone near her again unless it's to apologize, do you understand? I will see to it that her training will be transferred to someone else, Ratchet." 

She had been training to be a medic, something she was getting good at. I dismissed them, and went to find Lightwave. I hoped she was okay. 

I truly didn't mind that she used to be a human. She was a Cybertronian now, and that was enough for me. I went to her berthroom, and knocked gently. I heard quiet shuffling and sniffing. 

"Little one," I called to her gently. "Let me talk to you, please."

I heard the door unlock, and I opened it gently. She was curled up on her berth, facing away from the door. She was also shaking slightly. I slowly went over, and sat down next to her, placing a servo on her backstruts. 

"Lightwave I'm so sorry..." I was cut off by her throwing herself into my arms. 

I held her tightly as she sobbed, whispering soothing things into her audio receptors. She refused to let go, and eventually fell asleep while clinging tightly to me. I sighed. I supposed I could tell her about the necessary changes tomorrow. I managed to slide her into the berth without waking her, before leaving her to rest.  

"Goodnight, dear one," I whispered. 

Yes, this could wait until tomorrow. 

Hope y'all enjoy this! And Happy Memorial Day! During this time I always think about my great-grandfather who fought and died in WWII, my grandfather who was in the Air Force, and my cousin's husband who is currently in the Army.
GOD BLESS AMERICA!
❤️Soundwave's Wife❤️