"Human."

Chapter 1

"June's discovery."

June's POV:

It was a normal night when it happened.

I was sitting in my favorite armchair, drinking tea with honey and mint (something Jack isn't really fond of) and watching a Spanish soap opera on TV.

Or in other words, relaxing.

Jack was staying for the night at a friend's house, so it was the perfect opportunity for me to sit back and enjoy the empty house.

I should have known, it wouldn't last long.

Just when I was about to take another sip of my delicious drink…an earthquake shook my house. Making me spill the hot liquid all over my new blouse and trousers.

Sighting tiredly, I decided it was best if I checked what was going on.

I got up from my armchair and grabbed Jack's old baseball bat, as a weapon.

You never know what might fall next to your house.

As far as I know, it could be one of those pesky Decepticons.

If it was I would immediately call one of my Autobot friends for help.

Taking a deep breath, I headed to the front door of my small house.

Through the windows, I could see smoke coming from my front yard.

So something did fall next to my house. I thought, before twisting the doorknob.

There, in a pail of dirt was…

A tall, middle-aged man, with black hair and a scared body.

He was lieing, naked in the small crater, obviously unconscious.

For a minute I was just standing there, wondering why I didn't scream yet.

Maybe it was because I was a doctor, and I was used to seeing men in such a state.

Or maybe it was because, I saw weirder things in my life.

A few of my closest friends were giant, living robots after all.

Shaking my head, I formed my legs to take a step closer to the man's body.

He was obviously well built, a solid eight-pack decorated his torso, along with a couple of large scars that looked as if they were made by a knife.

His hair was short, raven-black, a bit spiky near his forehead and silver-ish near his temples.

Looking at him from a medical point of view, he was a tall, healthy, well-muscled man with lots of scars. He didn't seem injured, other than the fact that he's unconscious.

And I had to admit, the small beard decorating his face, made him very good-looking.

I kneeled next to his head and gently shook his shoulders.

"Sir?" I asked. "Sir, are you okay?"

At first he didn't move a muscle, but after a couple of minutes of doing nothing but shaking his shoulders, he answered.

And I still can't believe I didn't recognize him the minute he opened his, abnormally blue eyes.

"I'm fine Ms. Darby." A booming, baritone voice I liked so much, left his lips.

It was Optimus.