A/N: Hellloo there, dear readers, SoulofWoods here, and welcome to the third Transformers fanfiction of mine. Yes, another one. I have a really bad case of switching interest ^^;

Anyway, I just want to warn you English isn't my first language, so I may make grammar mistakes and don't even realize it, so I'd really appreciate any help in that matter, thank you.

Enjoy~

"Watch out!"

A shout broke through the chaos of gunfire and explosions that engulfed a large field. A young Autobot scout heard the call meant for him, and dodged just in time yet another blast coming his way. He let out a low buzz before he turned with a whistle of gratitude towards the person who warned him, which happened to be a huge, bulky mech in green.

"Anytime, Bee." Bulkhead replied curtly, giving a Decepticon that came a bit too close for comfort a hard punch in the helm with his mace. Not far away from the two, Arcee's slick body glinted in the sun as the femme maneuvered swiftly between her opponents, sending swift and precise punches every which way. At the epicenter of the brawl, the leaders of two opposite groups had their own death match.

And all this madness started with the Autobots finding a location of yet another Iaconian beacon. Decepticons weren't far behind, and the two factions met on the field the signal came from, things quickly escalating to a full on fight over the relic. The same relic that was currently in the possession of the Decepticon medic, who, as of now, was trying to quietly sneak out of the battlefield with the item in a shape of a disc with many lines and weird symbols.

"Knockout has the relic!" Arcee exclaimed as she spotted said mech. "Bumblebee!"

She didn't have to call after him, the yellow mech was already transforming into his alt. from, speeding towards the Decepticon with the relic.

Optimus saw the commotion from the corner of his eye, but his attention was solely on the Decepticon leader standing in front of him. He knew better than to turn his optics away from Megatron while in a fight. The former gladiator rushed towards him with a loud cry, and Optimus' sword clashed with his, sending tiny sparks into the air.

"It's time for you to retreat, Optimus." the Deception growled out with a sly smirk on his faceplate. "The relic is ours. You've lost."

"I wouldn't count on your victory just yet, Megatron. It's still within our sight." Optimus replied firmly through his battle mask before he delivered a powerful punch to Megatron's chest plates, breaking the two apart for a split moment.

Knockout was just about to walk out of the shooting range, when suddenly, a large mass of hard metal rammed right into his back, sending him onto the ground. The mech shook his head slightly in his daze. "Ugh… what the-" he paused for a moment when he noticed a pattern of small scratches on his chest plates due to the fall. "My paintjob!" he exclaimed in utter horror.

Right then, the relic still residing in his grasp was torn away, and his bewildered optics landed on the back plates of retreating Bumblebee. "Oh no, you don't, you little bug!" he swiftly jumped onto his pedes, giving chase after the Autobot scout.

He managed to grab the relic once again, halting the yellow mech in his tracks as he pulled at it with all his might. But Bumblebee's grip was firm, and the scout mirrored Knockout's action, making his digits slip slightly and moving the most outer ring on the disc ever so slightly down with a click.

"Just… give it already… you Autobot scum!" Knockout hissed out through clenched denta as he adjusted his grip on the relic, moving the ring closest to the center by a few inches, two soft clicks coming out of the thing unnoticed. Bumblebee let out a bunch of furious beeps of protest in return, grabbing the disc with his second servo, and pulled it harshly back towards him, making the middle ring turn a half of a circle, four clicks sounding quietly in the air as the center of the relic came to life with a faint blue glow.

Right then, Arcee noticed what was happening, and sent a perfectly aimed blast towards the Decepticon medic, hitting him square in the left highlight. The mech yelped in surprise, losing his grip on the relic in a split second. The sudden change of matter made Bumblebee stumble back a bit, sending the relic high into the air.

Optimus've parried another hard blow from Meatron, and then sent one of his own at the Decepticon leader, making him stumble a couple steps away. Megatron growled in irritation, and was about to retaliate, when suddenly, the relic they both were so desperately fighting over landed right between them, glowing bright blue. There was a moment of stunned silence. Then the two mechs looked each other in the eye before they both dived after the precious relict, nobody really caring that its blue glow increased gradually, small waves of static enveloping the relic in a tight circle.

Megatron was swift in his move, mere inches dzielące him from his łupu… but Optimus was faster.

Right when Optimus's servo landed in the relic, the gem in its center bursted with bright, blue light, temporarily blinding everyone who happened to look that way. The next moment, the light was gone, along with the relic… and Optimus Prime.

.:Arcee? Optimus's signal just disappeared from the screens. What happened to him?:. Ratchet's concerned voice rang in the female Autobot's audios through the com-link. The femme stared at the spot where her leader was mere seconds ago with a blank look as she choked out her reply.

"He's… gone…"

.:What do you mean he's gone?!:.

"That he's gone. He just… disappeared."

The light in your room was dim, barely lingering in the depths of the night. Perfect for a Transformers movie marathon, which was what you were doing right now, with a face-splitting grin on your face as you watched the final episode of Transformers Prime, season three. It was about… fifth time you watched the whole series, you weren't sure, especially that you liked to watch certain episodes a few times in a row, and then forgot where you were, resulting in watching everything all over again. If that wasn't an indication you were a heavy TFP fan, the figurines and books on your shelves, as well as the posters of Autobots on your walls and an Autobot necklace on your chest were.

"Omigosh, it's almost the final battle on the Nemesis…" you whispered excitedly, fangirling inside. It was late at night, you didn't want to wake up your little sister, or worse, your mom.

"Y/N?"

Shoot.

"What are you doing up so late? You have work tomorrow. And why are you still watching this kids' cartoon? Aren't you a little old for that?"

You sighed inwardly as you turned towards your mother, who stood at the entrance of your room with a raised eyebrow. A beautiful, lean Russian blue cat rushed past her legs and gracefully jumped onto your lap. You petted his head absentmindedly.

"Well, maybe I'm still a kid inside. Besides, the plot in the show is good enough even for adults to be interested, y'now? And yes, I'm gonna go to bed in a bit, don't worry." you replied lightheartedly, trying so bad not to tell her to get the hell outta your room so you can watch the show.

Yes, you were an adult, with a normal job, and still living with your parents. So what.

Your mom shrugged slightly at your response. "If you say so. Don't stay late more than already, okay? Night."

"Night, mom."

Once the door closed after your mother, you finished the final episode. You loved it, no matter how many times you've seen it.

After the show, with your cheeks still red from excitement, you turned off your computer and the light, covering the room in the darkness.

"I wish they made more seasons than just three. Don't you think, Orion?" you whispered as you scratched your pet's ear. The cat responded with a loud purr. You smiled fondly at that before you glanced out of the window.

A small gasp escaped your lips as a string of light crossed the sky. You scrambled to your feet, placing a very surprised cat on your chair, and opened your balcony door, running up to the railing with your head up high. Another light ran across the shining darkness, and a wide smile bloomed on your face.

Oh, right, tonight the Perseides are falling down. In other words, tonight's a starry night. You paused slightly at the realization.

…How could you forget?! You always watch the starry night! Guess your love for Transformers is greater than that for the stars. Heh.

You watched the beautiful spectacle with eyes shining like the stars above, a warm smile adorning your face. You've always liked to watch the night sky, finding shapes in the stars, and the Milky Way faintly visible on the sky. This gained even more meaning to you after you discovered Transformers. You've liked to fantasize as to where Cybertron would be positioned on Earth's sky if it was real.

Emphasis on if. Despite how much you loved the show, you knew it's nothing more than a cartoon. You couldn't meet any of the Autobots, no matter how hard you wished that.

You let out a small sigh as you contemplated another thought. You wasted so many wishes on meeting the Autobots, one more wouldn't make a difference, right?

You took a deep breath, and then said the same sentence you were saying upon a wishing star since you were twelve. "I wish, I beg, I pray… for Optimus to be here today."

You paused for a moment, staring up into the sky hopefully until a shooting star appeared once more in the darkness. You smiled slightly at that. It'll take your wish to the stars with it.

But… as the moment passed, the light of the shooting star didn't disappear, as it should be, but gained in its brightness, and even changed the path in was going. Confusion appeared on your face for a split second, and was quickly replaced by the expression of realization mixed with fear.

It was heading towards the Earth. And it's gonna hit it.

Before you could do anything as to back up against your balcony door, a thunderous noise filled the air, and then a ball of fire hit one side of the forested hill your house was standing on, erupting in a flare of flames.

You stood there on your spot, frozen like a deer caught in the headlights, your wide eyes glued to the sight of smoke coming up above the forest on the night sky. It was when your mom, dad, and your little sister Catherine bursted out onto the balcony that you snapped out of your initial shock.

"What on Earth was that? Did something explode?" your mom asked hesitantly, with her voice raised considerably in fear.

"I don't know. It doesn't look like a gas explosion. And we're too far away for military tests." your dad answered with a concerned look, his eyes locked on the trail of smoke visible in the distance.

"Fireworks! Awesome!" your seven-year-old sister seemed to take it the best out of you four.

Noticing your opportunity, you quietly went back inside your house, and quickly put on your sneakers, grabbing a flashlight in the process. Without anyone noticing, you sneaked out of the house, and then sped down towards the forest, right in the direction of the crash.

It was the most strange and exciting thing that ever happened in your life, and you weren't going to pass it up, no way in bloody hell.

You ran through the dark forest, the flashlight in your hand showing you the way ahead. You didn't plan on running blindly around the woods, and were mindful of your safety, keeping a steady pace. When the smell of something burnt hit your nostrils, you slowed down slightly, breathing heavily from a long run. You were closing in.

Finally, with your lungs and legs begging you for some rest, you've reached the edge of the crash side. There was a huge hole, dug deep into the earth, with the trees in its closest range torn out with their roots, and some even catching fire, but with their leaves still intact, mostly. Huh. Sure doesn't look like a meteorite crash should. You thought it'd be more… destructive to the plants.

Once your breathing evened, more or less, you carefully scooted towards the edge of the crater, your trusty flashlight in hand. Your eyes widened to the size of saucers when its light shone against a metal surface of something right in the center of the hole.

"What the hell… that's not a meteorite." you breathed out in shock, your mind going wild with the possibilities to what it actually is, an alien ship being one of the first ones.

Right then, the mass of metal moved. You squeaked out in surprise at the sudden move and stumbled back a bit, losing your balance when your foot was caught by some roots. You gracefully fell on your butt with a small thud. Note the sarcasm.

"Ow… that hurts…"

When the sound of metal scraping against metal reached your ears, you raised your flashlight to see what was going on… and then you froze on your spot, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. You stared openly at the pair of blue, glowing eyes high up in the air, who were staring back at you with such intensity you shuddered. Whatever the owner of the eyes was, it was 40 feet tall, or more.

No, not it. Him. Because you couldn't mistake that helm shape and paint color the small amount of light from your flashlight revealed, not even in a million years. You knew exactly who you've just met.

Optimus Prime.

Leader of the Autobots.

A/N: So, instead of sending you to the TFP world, Optimus winds up in our world. Nice, right? xD Didn't see that much of this kinda fics. Just one actually, but hey, I don't know all the fanfictions, so yeah.

What do you think about the first chapter? Please let me know, I love reading your comments on my works :)

Soul out~