So this chapter can be boring. But it does go into depth about the characters more. Im really happy people like this! A special thank you to my two reviewers:

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So yeah. Here's the story! Enjoy!

Orion sat in bed with his knees to his chest. He stared at the bright red numbers on his clock. Every second they flashed the same numbers: 5:47. Monday through fridays, he would wake up at this time to prepare for work. Today should be no different. But after his close encounter yesterday evening, he was to concerned about his physical well-being to go. Since Megatron was so aware of hi new identity, he'd stop at nothing to kill him. Going to work today would be foolish, but if he did anything less, it would impact everyone.

His job as the local librarian was the perfect cover. Th great and mighty Optimus Prime! No one would expect him to work at a small library. Over the weeks, his grown more and more attached to the library. Even though his rarely saw any customers or was paid countless amounts of money for what he did, he is happy he gets to work and support the beautiful library. The owner was a man older than the human version of Rachet. He has owned the Library almost his entire life.

Optimus was very pleased start working for him. It was a very pleasant atmosphere. But now that Megatron was here, how could he keep this job? The alarm went off again. He looked at it and sighed. The others would be expecting him down at the cafeteria soon. H stood and got dressed before leaving to greet them. He walked down the dark halls to the cafeteria. On his way, saying hello to every soldier that walked by.

Orion sat at the end of the large table and looked at the food in front of him. Unlike the others, human food is not something he has grown to liking. The fruit in front of him didn't look appetizing at all. So he just kept his head on his hands and pretended to take a bite out of the food every so often. When he first attempted to eat something, he remembers almost puking after tasting it. The chewy consistence was enough to make him want to vomit. But when they asked him if he liked it, he just smiled and nodded. On the tray was a mixture of tropical fruits.

Watermelon, cantaloupe, strawberries and grapes. But all he saw was tiny little pieces of colorful death. The other Autobots were eating french toast and bacon. This apparently tasted good because they were shoveling it into there mouths. He held back the urge to roll his eyes.

"Optimus?" He frowned and looked back up to his team. Only Bumlebee or, Brendan, was staring at him with wide eyes. He smiled a bit at seeing the cheerful face.

"Yes?"

"What's wrong? You're all quiet and stuff. Do you not like the food?" Optimus continued to smile. Talking to Bumblebee made him want to confess to everyone. Why he doesn't eat, why he can't sleep, why he can't go to work today. His team did deserve to know. But they all were going through there own burdens. He knew Rachet(Rand) had nightmares every night. He knew Ironhide(Dave) couldn't keep himself occupied without constantly sparring with everyone. Brendan really wanted to go to college with Sam, at the moment he was keeping himself occupied with helping Mikaela.

Telling then that he wasn't comfortable with this situation would be unfair.

"Yeah, I'm fine. But I need to get to work. Have a good day everyone." He said. The others looked at him and smiled.

"You too." The three men chorused. Optimus threw away the food, probably done eating for the rest of his life, and headed for the exit. He was already in uniform which was good. That way he wouldn't have to travel through the maze that was the passage to his room. He walked quickly to the security so he could leave without being seen by-

"Optimus?!"

Mearing.

He stopped instantly. Poker face, Poker face, Poker face. He turned to her and held back a sigh.

"Mearing." He greeting with ease. "Is there something wrong?" A face smile found it's way on his face. Mearing wasn't buying it.

"You have a curfew, remember? 9:45! You were an hour late. I want an explanation." Dammit. Of course she knew he was late last night. This lady is like a fucking spy. Optimus doesn't like to lie, but once again, he doesn't want to cause anymore trouble. And if Megatron figured out it was him that did it, it really would be the end.

"I-I was...well I...was...trying to help Mr. Deten clean up shop and got a little distracted in my work." He nodded and smiled again. Mearing's brow rose and Optimus frowned. "I should probably get going. I don't want to be late." Then he quickly began walking away. When he finally got to the door he looked for his cab driver and sighed.

He got in the car and allowed the man to drive him to work. When they arrived at the small library, he quickly ran in and began his shift. 'Okay,' he thought to himself. 'If I keep low and take like all my breaks today, than maybe I wont run into him.'

That's how the rest of Orion's day went. Most of the day was quiet. Every time the door opened, Optimus instinctively ducked and went on a five minute break. But yet, still no sign of Megatron. This was pretty reassuring actually. When almost everyone had left, Orion stood behind the counter waiting for the day to be over with. He was actually kinda happy. Like Megatron would come back! He probably has left the state thinking he was following Optimus. Stupid-head! He laughed to himself.

"Orion?" Why does everyone want to talk to him today. He turned and saw Mr. Deten standing behind him. The old man was hunched over and holding a short ladder in his hand. Orion smiled to him, all his perfect teeth showing.

"Yes, sir?" He asked.

"Can you help me get this book? I'm kinda afraid of standing on this ladder by myself these days." Concern took over Orion's features. He quickly ran over and grabbed the ladder.

"You didn't try to get the ladder by yourself did you?" He inquired. "Next time just ask me, okay?" The old man rolled his eyes and waved his hand in aggravation.

"You sound like my daughter. I may be old but I still have my independence!" He shouted. Optimus nodded but still went over to the shelf. He put the ladder on the ground and stood on it to reach the book on the high shelf. He had to stretch a bit, his height still being not as tall as it could be, but he finally grabbed the book. He sighed in relief when he finally felt the book between his fingertips. He got off the ladder,

"Here." He said to the shorter man. Mr. Deten smiled and took the book from his hand happily.

"Thank you, Orion." He looked to the watch on his wrist. "Why don't you head home early. I don't think anyones coming back anytime soon." Orion rubbed the back of his neck.

"Are you sure? Are you gonna go home to?" He asked. Mr. Deten nodded.

"Sure, why not. It's friday night. You have a good night." The old man told before walking out the door. Orion licked his chapped lips. "Yeah..." He whispered to himself. He went to grab his stuff before walking over to turn out the lights. He took the back door out this time. It was pretty cold out tonight. As Optimus breathed, he could see his breath in the air as he walked. Hopefully, he could call the taxis man to pick him up early-

Suddenly, someone grabbed his shoulder and threw him against the wall. His eyes widened as who ever this was covered his mouth and used the rest of the arm to cover his wrist to the wall. The other hand found his and put it next to his head. Orion thrash around. He kicked at the stronger man and attempted to bite the hand over his mouth. The man just pushed harder.

Orion looked into this man's reddish brown eyes. Well this was the end. Orion was pretty sure this man had no intentions of letting him go anytime soon. "Optimus Prime," someone growled. "In the flesh." Oh shit...

Orion scowled. Megatron stared back at him with an ugly smile on his face. Optimus had no fear anymore, just a sharp sense of anger. Megatron cocked his head to the side in mock confusion. "What's wrong, Orion? Cat gotcha tongue?" He laughed. Orion began to struggle again. Finally he got his leg up and in front of his chest. He kicked Megatron in the stomach and attempted to run away.

"Oh no you don't." He felt someone grab his hair and throw him to the ground. The world spun around him and he felt his head collied with the ground. He looked around and saw Megatron drop to his knees and grab his throat. Orion gasped as he felt the hand squeeze harder. His hands went to the others and desperately tried to pull them away. Every time he tried to pull in a breath it became harder. His eyes went to the other man's once again.

"Megatron," he pleaded. "Please...stop!" He could feel his eyes begin to roll to the back of his head before the hands released him.


Markus watched as Orion sucked in a large breath. The younger coughed and hacked as he breathed in the sweet air. It's kinda funny. If he had done that when they where robots it wouldn't have done anything. But now, all he has to do to end the war he put his hands around Optimus' throat and squeeze. And yet, he can't bring himself to.

"M-Megatron?" He heard a weak voice asked. He looked down and saw Optimus looking up at him. "What do you want from me?"

Markus stared into the blue eyes and didn't know what to the think. He wants to see Optimus suffer right? Then why didn't he kill him? Why did he stop? Optimus wasn't looking at him anymore, just staring down at the ground. Well... What does he want?

Woah! Crazy excitement there! Hope you all enjoyed. I love reviews, so please review! :)