It was a quite night on the Autobot base. Well, not exactly quiet. Optimus Prime, the autobot commander of Team Prime, was restless. He was looking out at the desert terrain through the window in his private room, the tall and might rock formations were mere shadows against the desert sky with the moonlight's soft bluish glow. The way the rocks proudly climbed and spiraled into the air reminded him of the great buildings and structures on Cybertron, his home world.
Optimus sighed. For all the time he spent on earth, a part of his spark longed to return to Cybertron. It was all he knew until the war brought the planet to its end. He knew, with a heavy spark, he could never return, for Cybertron was dead. Many emotions ran through the Prime's processor. Guilt that he felt he knew he could of done more to save his home, his , at those who started the fragging war in the first place. And finally, home sickness. He knew he would always feel that longing, that desire to return, but he knows he could not, no matter how much his spark cried for the loss of Cybertron.
As the night went on, Optimus then began to think of the family he once had before the war. His mother and loving parents. The last memory of them was him walking towards the med-bay on Cybertron to see them both die from fatal wounds dealt by the Decepticons, and him being comforted by Ratchet when he sobbed and mourned for them.
Optimus startled when he felt something wet land on the floor beneath him. He opened his eyes and realized he had been crying. The pain was still raw and hurts every time he remembers. Then, he walked over towards his berth, as he leaned down and he pulled out a little box. He opened it and he smiled. Inside of the box were important memories of his past and childhood. Including one special picture: it was of him as a sparkling, wrapped up in a blanket being held by his mother, a deep rose red femme who was looking down at him fondly, and his father, a black armored mech with a faint yet distinct half crescent scar around his eye, smiling at him proudly. Optimus was fast asleep in his mother's arms. As he looked at the picture, he could feel the faint sensation of his mother holding him, the faintest memory of there soothing words and of his mother gently rocking him, humming to him a lullaby.
Optimus then looked up towards the sky, towards Cybertron as he smiled and said softly " Good night, mother, father. We will be together one day..."
And with that, Optimus feel into a peaceful slumber, happy memories floating through his dreams.