First off- Disclaimer. I own nothing except Blake Yeager, he's mine.

Warnings- language, violence, gore, sexual content, bonding.

Summary- His life had broken into a million pieces. Everything he knew had been blown to hell. So Blake Yeager really had no choice, save for defending the only thing left. Optimus/OMC

A/N- Takes place during "Age of Extinction". You're probably confused by the "OMC", but trust me, you'll love Blake. Yes, he'll be romantically involved with Optimus, yes, I know I'm insane xD, and yes, reviews would be amazing! So, enjoy!

01- Blake Yeager

"Damn.. "

Eighteen year old Blake Yeager was melting. The burning summer sun was blazing hot against his back, his fingers moving almost instinctual as they ran through his damp hair. Sweat trailed down his back, the sunlight pooling in the curve of his arms as they stretched over his blonde head. It was always exceptionally warm here in Austin, Texas, and today was no different. The sun was setting, but if possible it was only getting warmer.

Lying out front, his hands displacing blades of grass absentmindedly, Blake felt a strange sense of peace at the moment. Of course soon he would be forced to wake up, to rouse from his short doze, and he didn't look forward to it. All he planned on doing was passing out in his own bed anyway, but getting there would be a drag. He was so dead tired.

'Twenty minutes.. ' he thought. Give him twenty minutes.

"Daaaad!"

Sighing heavily, Blake turned his head just in time to see Tessa walking past him. He wiped a sweaty palm down his sunburned face, wincing against the feeling of his skin being on fire and saw Tessa, uncle Lucas, his dad and the rusty truck parked in their driveway. His sister looked like she was ready to break down, her face red and eyes glossy. Blake felt for her. His dad's obsession kept dragging everybody further into debt.

"A truck? Dad, please tell me you didn't spend our money on this!"

"Don't worry, he didn't. He spend my money," Lucas said and he could hear the annoyance in his voice clear as day. "a hundred and fifty bucks of it."

Shaking his head, Blake climbed to his feet and slowly walked to where the wrecked truck was standing, covered in dust with its paint beginning to flake off.

'You must've been through hell,' he mused and huffed a laugh upon spotting the "got ammo?" sticker. It fit, because the truck actually gave the impression of having been involved in a firefight.

"Hey, could you guys just get off my case? I can break it down and strip it for parts! Blake, help me out here."

Deciding to lend his dad a hand, he jogged up to his side. It didn't take long for him to clear enough space for the truck in the workshop, the truck being fairly small anyway and him eager to call it a day. Lucas was being lazy as usual and Tessa was busy sorting through the mail. Blake rolled his eyes.

His attention turned to the papers that were strewn across the floor and the so called "painter robot" his dad had build long ago. It was so wacky, he thought, the roller brushes used for hands. Blake snorted, picturing the same "painter robot" painting their house in the colors of the rainbow.

'Yeah, right.' But as he studied his dad collecting papers off the floor, he realized he really was nothing like his dad.

Blake felt envy tie his stomach into painful knots. It reminded him that he would never be as talented as his dad, nor downright optimistic like him. He was bluntly honest and he went about everything in a rowdy way. He was loud and stubborn and Blake remembered his dad reassuring him as a child through "No! You're, you're not adopted, what makes you think..? " and "You've got your mum's smile, Blake, and don't you ever forget it.".

He was older now and even if he really had his mum's smile, he never even knew her. He and Tessa both.

Blake rubbed his eyes. He must be delirious, he thought, because the truck's engine had revved to life right before him and rolled forwards just a little. Hesitating, he put his flat palm against the grille.. and sucked in a breath. It was cool to the touch, despite the fiery sun having shone down on it. Tiny sparks of electricity ran through the tips of his fingers to his elbow and to his shoulder and raised the fine hairs on his arms. It was fierce and dizzying.. 'like the feeling you got by drinking an energy drink,' his mind supplied, except..

He exhaled and stumbled back, his blood pulsing erratically through his veins.

'What the fuck?' he thought, doing his best to calm down. The heat was starting to get to him.. Probably just heatstroke, nothing else.

'Calm down.'

"Blake, are you alright?" his dad asked, poking his head around the glowing "office" sign. Noting the tired look on his son's face, he grabbed a beer out of the fridge and handed it to him. Tessa had gone, Blake noticed, back in her room talking to her rally-car driving boyfriend and Lucas had probably gone home also, leaving him and his dad alone in the workshop. He took a big gulp and smacked his lips, tasting the cool, fizzy liquid. 'Better.'

"You okay?"

"'m tired."

His dad nodded.

"You wanna keep your old man some company? You know I hate being alone working all night."

He nodded and took another sip. As he looked for a place to settle down though, his eyes once more fell onto the rusty truck. 'Hell,' he thought, he's far too tired to give a fuck. Besides, his dad was here now, so nothing to worry about, right? He opened the passenger door and flopped down onto the seat, kicking his shoes off before placing his feet on the dashboard. Dust motes danced in the air as he watched his dad crawl underneath the truck and fiddle around. Everything was quiet, save for the radio playing "Youth Gone Wild" in the background.

Pretty soon, Blake felt his eyes grow heavy..

The moment his head fell back against the headrest he fell asleep, never even noticing the way his fingertips now glowed a light blue..