TDisclaimer: The Transformers belong to hasbro. I own nothing besides the idea for this fic.
This fanfic, that was originally only meant to be called "peace", is to a great part an idea of a Christmas story.
It is however also a story that plays after Time Circle and Transwarp and before Evolution. I will be careful not to reveal too much of what will happen in the other stories.
This fanfic will consist of short chapters that will be mostly written from the view of one or two special characters. The first is Optimus Prime.
This text includes some references to religion as a whole, but not a certain faith. (aside the fictional cybertronian one.)
Peace on earth
December the 24th of the year 2012 on the planet earth
Optimus Prime was driving on a snowy high way through the mountains of the American west coast and watching the dawning sun.
He felt relaxed, like this, driving over the roads like this, not having to worry, nearly as if he were a young bot again, he felt happy.
This was it, he thought, the year in that the war ended.
For nine million years his race had known nothing but nearly endless fighting.
It all began with the uprising of the Decepticons, the ending of the golden age. Their world their people were torn apart, the two sub races of Cybertron were turned against each other, civil war.
At first it were only them, but over time, other enemies arose and became involved, like the Quintessons and Unicron, the name that alone caused fear and terror in the entire known universe, threats that in the end by far overshadowed the Decepticons.
In the last years, the fighting escalated. It were not longer the Autobots against the Decepticons, but the Autobots and the humans against the Decepticons, against the Quintessons, against the nebulons and against Unicron.
Countless lives had been lost, more than even he could ever count, entire worlds had been destroyed.
And then something happened, slowly and unwittingly, the Decepticons stopped being enemies and became something else.
Yes, in the end, they had to work together. In the last battle of the great war, the truly last battle, they and the Decepticons had been allies.
They could barely stop the terror that threatened everything, but in the end, they did it. All they could do now was to do everything to keep something like this from ever happening again.
That was now over six months ago, six months ago that they had risked and sacrificed everything to save the universe. The last fightings however stopped merely weeks ago.
In the end, they and their enemies, their brothers had to work together to save the universe, like they should have been all along.
Yes, Optimus had to admit, it was that a part of him had secretly wished all along, to make peace with the Decepticons, even if he had always been forced to fight, to reach out his hand and become one once again.
But he had to admit. Even he had never thought that his wish would be fulfilled so literally, that the great war would end with him and Galvatron shaking hands.
He never wanted to fight, he was always forced to, for the life and the freedom of others.
Whenever in the past he had been forced to take a weapon, whenever he had been forced to go into battle, it was for the time when he could finally stop fighting, it was for this day.
A part of him could barely believe that it was actually reality, after nine million endless years, after 110.000 vorn,
it was finally over.
It was his greatest wish that became reality. The one thing that he truly regretted was that so many of his friend were not longer alive to see this day, Elita One, she more than anybody else, Ironhide, Prowl and Wheeljack, Ratchet, Alpha Trion, Grim-Side and so many others.
On some level he knew at least the Autobots under them were one with the Matrix, with Primus and he knew they would share his joy about this new time. But he still missed them.
The humans called this time of the year Christmas, a celebration and symbol of hope, light and peace, for the victory of love and compassion over hatred and violence.
It was a idea, he had to admitt, that intrigued him, since they time they first came to this world. On Cybertron they didn´t have a true parallel to this event.
The human religions as a whole were a concept that was very fascination to him and many others of his kind.
Their own god Primus, as they knew now, was actually an ancient being, made of pure energy, that had created Cybertron and it´s original inhabitants to protect the creation against Unicron.
He was in some sense a higher being, sure, but still not the highest, not the creator of the universe, not the answer to all questions.
In many things he was only another life-form like he himself was one.
By many ways this made the god, or gods of the humans much realer. Even if they didn´t have concrete proof for his existence, at least he may be all this things.
As strange as they thought was, he had already heard some Autobots discussing the possibility to convert to human religions.
Why not? He thought. It was their right after all. They were free, now finally.
He remembered how he had first heard about Christmas and what it stood for. That was now 28 years ago.
Back then Spike and Sparkplug had explained to them what the Holliday meant. Later on the same day, he and his Autobots joined a group of humans in a wish for peace.
Peace, the most humans couldn´t imagine what that word meant for an Autobot. So, consequently and ironically, the Holliday took entrance in some sort in the Autobot culture.
On that evening, Optimus made a silent wish to the universe, to whatever and whoever may hear him out there. He wished for only one thing, an end of the war and the chance for his people to live in peace.
Since that day, every Christmas, he repeated his wish. It was some sort of personal tradition he had made for himself.
And now his wish had been fulfilled.
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Now he was using his time to take a long drive over the roads of this planet. He was having his free time, driving around for fun and seeing the beauty of the landscape. In some sense it was for him as if he was seeing the planet for the first time.
Now that the weight of the universe was literally lifted from his shoulders and he didn´t have to worry about a Decepticon or Quintesson attack at every minute.
Now that his absence didn´t put lives at risk, he had finally the chance to do this. For many hours he had been driving over the high ways of Oregon and California.
He understood why Rodimus loved this so much.
Optimus saw some cars standing in a crowd before him.
A transporter, it seemed, had come off the roadway and was now lying at the side, hampering the traffic.
Some of the humans who were standing outside turned around to him, others were coming out of their cars.
He realized that they all knew who he was. His alt-mode, that he had first taken after their crash landing on earth, was an anachronism, a truck from 1984 in the year 2012.
It was no wonder they all recognized him, his appearance was by now probably unique on this world.
But it didn´t matter, he liked his alt-mode and being recognized could hardly hurt anymore, now that the war was over.
"Thank´s for your help Optimus", the driver said to him after he had lifted his vehicle back on the road.
"Don´t mention it. I always like to help a fellow truck driver", Optimus replied happily.
Most of the humans laughed, realizing the irony of the statement.
"Okay", the driver said, smiling, "I will continue now, bye. Merry Christmas."
"Yes, merry Christmas", Optimus murmured as the transporter drove away.
"Optimus", he heard Rodimus calling him over his communicator, "how are you doing? We are waiting for you."
"I am on my way", he replied.
Optimus transformed and drove over the, now free, road. He would soon be back in Autobot city.
So that was it, he thought, peace, that what they had always wanted and wished for.
Merry Christmas, he repeated the words the truck driver had said to him.
Merry Christmas Autobots and Decepticons, he thought,
merry Christmas human race,
merry Christmas to all the beings in the universe, no matter who and what you were.
Optimus Prime was happy.