Chapter 1

The latest mission had been a success. The senior staff gathered into the briefing room to discuss their latest success. At the head of the table sat Optimus on his left was his second in command, Prowl, on his right sat his third in command, Jazz. At the other end of the table sat Ratchet, Optimus' Chief Medical Officer and Red Alert, Ratchet's assistant. Ironhide and Wheeljack had been sent on patrol so had to sit the meeting out. Optimus listened as Prowl gave the debriefing.

"Only minor injuries were made on our team, Optimus. The most serious of wounds is Hound's leg with the deep gash. Ratchet says he should be up and about within a jor or two. Our supplies are stoc-"

It was then that Prowl realized that his debriefing was being ignored. He looked down at the sleeping form of Jazz across from him. Anger boiled through the second in command's frame. How many times had he told Jazz to not sleep on duty! Especially in front of him?! Prowl threw the datapad that was in his hand at Jazz's head. The black and white mech yowled as he woke up, startled. He rubbed his head and shot a glare at Prowl who glared right back.

"What was that for?!"

"You were sleeping on duty… AGAIN! Do I need to remind you how important it is that our officers remain alert while on duty?"

"Oh lay off, Prowler, it's not like the Decepticons are attacking!"

Optimus sighed as his second and third in command began tearing at each other. He got to his feet and reached a hand out, trying to stop them. Jazz felt the touch thinking it was Ratchet or Red Alert. He threw his fist into the Prime's face before continuing his attack on Prowl. Optimus wheeled in shock before the Autobot leader crashed onto his back, blacking out. The soft groan from Optimus caused Prowl and Jazz to stop fighting and look at their fallen leader.

While unconscious, Optimus dreamed of when he had been Orion Pax on Cybertron. His girlfriend, Ariel, was walking along with him. Her beautiful pink body glimmered in the sunlight and the back of her helm had a piece drifting down as if it were a ponytail. Orion danced around with Ariel for a few moments before hoisting her into the air by her hips. Oh how beautiful Ariel was! Blue optics opened and the Prime found himself staring at a black and white chest. He struggled to sit up before his optics shot to Prowl's chestplating again and quickly looked away. Prowl was confused. Obviously Jazz had hurt Optimus more than he realized.

"I suggest you go to your quarters, sir, and get some rest. Jazz and I will take care of everything."

"Alright, Prowl. Thank you."

Optimus made his way to his quarters and entered the code. Once he was inside he let his faceplate slide away, revealing his rarely seen mouth. His face hurt, but the Autobot leader couldn't seem to get Prowl of his mind. How had it gone from being knocked out to dreaming of Ariel to waking up to Prowl leaning over his leader confused to feeling a strange flutter within his spark? Optimus had no idea how everything became that way, but he would get some rest. Primus only knows how much he needed it anyway. With a sigh, Optimus lay against his berth, pulling the blanket over him, and fell into a troubled recharge.

Within his dream, Optimus and Elita-One were taking a walk under the night sky on Cybertron. Optimus watched as Elita took a star within her hands. How beautiful his girlfriend looked. However, things became strange when Elita's body changed. Her chestplating, wrists, and waist soon became that of Prowl's body. Before Optimus knew it the Elita/Prowl snuggled against him, finger on his lips.

"GAH!"

Optimus shot up in bed from his dream. With a moan he lay back against it, face holding his forehead. Obviously he was glitching. There was no way he could work if he couldn't even rest properly. Why had Elita even turned into Prowl anyway? Optimus hadn't had any inkling of feelings for his second in command… did he?