Disclaimer:Don't own Transformers... if I did I'd be rich and not need to work...

Authors note:I am not allowed caffine, caffine is bad for me... home movies are worse as the lead to odd thoughts, especially when mixed with caffine.

Thanks to the wonderful VAwitch for betaing this drabble, it is always appreciated.


Optimus held in a sigh as Red Alert sifted uneasily beside him, optics darting around before resting on the unused cargo planes in front of them.

"I don't want to be here. It's too exposed and we could be attacked at any moment!" Red Alert squeaked out, his optics darting between the planes and switching between night vision and back in the dull afternoon.

"These are the co-ordinates agreed upon." Optimus said quietly.

"But it's so exposed; all that has to happen is a satellite looking in on the area and everyone will know of our existence."

"And all that has to be done is for the images to be tracked and erased".

"But I want to be back at my command centre!" Red whined as he shuffled about, turning a full circle before looking at the Prime. "Couldn't you have brought someone else?"

"You know full well you are the only one available to accompany me."

"You could have brought Ironhide," the security direct commented weakly.

"We are greeting a neutral Cybertronian. The last thing I need is to have Ironhide waving his cannons at him; he's likely to be nervous." Red Alert rumbled something at Prime's reprimand. Glancing back to the large cargo jets, he froze as a light twinkled at him from inside the cabin.

"Prime," Red whined quietly. With a tortured sigh Optimus turned to the security director.

"What is it Red?"

"It's staring at me." Optimus felt his optic ridge rise and he barely contained a confused noise.

"Pardon?"

Red Alert pointed to the cargo jet nearest to them with wide optics and a pout. "Its staring at me, I want to know its intentions."

"It is an inanimate object; it cannot have intentions," Optimus said flatly. Red Alert's finger still pointed at the offending lifeless jet as its front loading hatch dropped open with a groan and a metallic ring as it met the runway. Optimus blinked, slightly surprised at the now open hatch and Red Alert practically jumped up and down.

"See, see - I told you it was up to something," he hissed still brandishing his digit at the plane. "What does it want? It has to want something."

With a groan Optimus made a fleeting scan of the plane and received no strange signatures at all. Taking Red Alert by the arm he dragged him over to the cargo plane. "It has no intentions; it is an inan-"

"I'M GOING TO EAT YOU." came a booming voice from the plane, making both of the mechs stumble backwards in surprise. Red Alert fritzed, sparks streaming from his helm as his systems involuntarily shut down from surprise.

Optimus looked at the plane, unsure. There were definitely no other Cybertronians in the area, no forms of detectable transmission. If it was a very elaborate joke, he just had to calm his pulsing spark and look at this logically. He jolted as the cargo plane shifted and transformed. The hulking mass of the transformed plane leaned over their forms looking at Red Alert with concerned blue optics, its head cocked to the side as it squatted down, trying and failing to make itself smaller. "Did I break him?" the neutral asked quizzically.