Chapter 2: Optimus

The number of words to describe her was as infinite as the cosmos itself. I had only imagined how it would feel, meeting my... destined, I believe the humans would say? Human languages are far too complex for my liking.

They said I would feel and think many things, all at once: I would find difficulty in pointing out her flaws; I would look into her optics- no...eyes, yes, that was the human term. I would look into her eyes- those big, bright, beautifully deep brown eyes- and never want to look away; I would want to explore every part of her being, in every sense of the phrase; they said a single look was all it would take. I had long since stopped believing them.

I had started losing hope; it seemed as though I may be incapable of such feelings for anyone. Now I understand that I was simply looking in the wrong parts of this universe. To think; a being originating from such a young race... but thinking back to the prophecy Alpha Trion had shown me, from the Covenant of Primus, she seemed to fit the bill perfectly, as the humans say.

"Who's at the door?" someone shouted, pulling me from my thoughts, back into reality. She blinked, as though she, too, had been in a trance.

"Can I... um... help you?" she said. Her voice was like that of heated energon, though I could somehow sense she didn't use this voice often.

"Yes. My des- name, is Rion. My truck has broken down on the road." I gestured towards the area on the side of the road my vehicle mode was currently occupying. 'Dirt trail is more like it.' I thought, disapproving the quality of care the humans of this area designated for their roads.

"That's your truck?!" she said in a shocked, somewhat giddy tone. She was staring in awe at my vehicle mode, with a... sparkle in her eyes. I could only describe it as whimsical admiration. It was at this point I remembered: She was one of my most devoted fans.

"Yes it is." I said, trying to hide my amused tone. If I had failed, she did not seem to take notice.

"Cool... so you're a Trans-fan, too?" she asked me.

I quickly looked up the term on several human search engines. The most helpful results coming from... Bing? Such strange names.

"Yes." I said curtly. "May I use your phone to call a mechanic, if you do not mind?"

She simply looked at me. Then she suddenly shouted "Macala, can you come here, please?" This voice was not like heated energon. I suspect it was the voice she normally used.

"Sure." came a response from whom I assumed was Macala. After a few moments, a light-skinned female with shoulder-length, orange- no... red hair appeared beside my destined. 'Humans and there creative speech patterns.' I thought.

"What's up?" Macala asked, her vision focused on me but her question directed at her. I could tell she was sizing me up, as the humans say.

"Uh, this guy's truck broke down on the road over there. He wants to know if we would let him borrow your phone." she explained, using both hands to point at my vehicle mode and towards the interior of the dwelling.

Macala followed the hand pointing to my vehicle mode. "Whoa, it looks just like Optimus's Peterbilt in Bayverse." she said, a hint of admiration in her tone.

I smiled inwardly. I knew my destined loved that variation of my vehicle mode the most, based off of our conversations on that website. FanFiction, I believe it is called.

"Sure." Macala said to me. "You can use our phone, on one condition: you let us check out your awesome truck." she stated. My destined looked at her, eyes widened with disapproval.

"Macala!" she scolded. Then she turned to me. "Don't listen to her, you can totally use our phone."

"You mean my phone; this is my house." she retorted.

"I do not mind if you want to see my truck." I said, placing a hand on her shoulder. My actions seemed to soothe her, for she relaxed her tense posture at my touch.

"Well, if you really don't mind..." she trailed off, her eyes looking to the ground as she fingered her long, dark-brown curly hair. I believe the term she once used to describe the texture was botticelli, which, according to an internet search, was the name of an italian painter.

"Alright let's go!" Macala exclaimed, excited. "Meg, get over here!" she shouted.

A third girl appeared moments later. She possessed a calm, collected manner, unlike Macala, who I found to be quite rambunctious.

"What's going on?" she asked, seeming wary of me.

"This guy's truck broke down on the side of the road, and it looks just like Optimus's Peterbilt from Bayverse." Macala responded.

This Meg was clearly the youngest of the three, as she was not as developed as the other two. She had shoulder-length brown hair, that waved a bit towards the bottom. Not as lovely as my destined's, but it suited her, just the same. Her eyes were dark; I could not tell the color in the moonlight.

"Come, then." I said, motioning to my true form. They followed, my destined falling in step with me. I had to fight the urge to hold her hand.

When we reached my vehicle mode, the girls circled it a few times. I assumed they were taking in all the details, and could not hide an amused smile.

"Would you like to see the interior?" I asked, gesturing towards my door.

They looked to my destined, who came towards me. Stopping a couple feet in front of me, she locked eyes with me. It was as if she were trying to search my very being for any sign of hostile intent. After a few moments, she smiled.

"He's cool." she said, turning in her friend's direction. I was not sure what this meant, but the two younger girls seemed to soften. They clearly trusted the judgement of my destined. This did not surprise me.

I opened the door to the sleeper cabin. The younger girls climbed inside, but my destined stayed beside me. I was not opposed to this in the least, for more than one reason.

I led her to the other end of my vehicle mode, opening the door for her to climb in. She smiled at me- of how I adored that sweet, innocent little smile of hers- and obliged, sitting in the passenger seat.

I circled around to the driver's side, climbing into the seat next to her. Once the door closed, I manipulated the seatbelt to wrap itself around her. I was surprised to see that she did not react beyond widening her eyes a little. Then she said spoke to me with a knowing expression, a smile in her voice.

"So, where are we going, Orion. Or would you prefer Optimus?"

I'm really getting into story writing on here, now that I've tried it. Provide feedback, please. ;)