A/N- I know it's been months and I'm sorry about the long wait. I promise to never leave you guys waiting like that again. Now, thank you's to SunnySidesFemme and Erin Primette for reviewing. I'm glad you guys are interested.

And here. We. Go!

02- Strangest Stranger

Bright rays of yellow sunlight greeted him the next morning, glaring at him from behind the window. Blake merely glared back and swung his legs out of the beat up truck. It was a wreck, but comfortable to sleep in nonetheless. His skin burned, the dark tan now more of an angry red. He should have taken a cold shower last night. It would've made descending down the truck's steps much easier. With a small wince he lifted his arm and shut the passenger door. Yeah, that didn't feel too good.

His dad had fallen asleep in the recliner, a baseball cap hiding his face. Whether he had fallen asleep on his own or simply passed out Blake didn't know. Probably a little bit of both.

He sighed, shaking his head as he marched outside. He really needed a shower, preferably a cold one. And after that he would take care of that damn sunburn of his.

Minutes later Blake Yeager was shrugging off his clothes under a cold flow of water. It felt good to finally feel the burning subside as he stood with head back and eyes closed, smiling. Nothing better than a sunburn to make you more appreciative of cold showers, he thought, fingers swiping absentmindedly over the tattoo on his stomach, over the rich streaks of blues and purples, like the galaxy. Blake remembers all too well the night he'd gotten it. His dad would have killed him if Blake hadn't cried and sobbed the way he had that night. Blake never told him why he'd broken down and his dad never asked. And Tessa didn't even know about it and Blake planned on keeping it that way. He was her big brother after all and he never cried. Never. He was supposed to be strong and beat up anyone who messed with her. Like her ex boyfriend who had ended up with his arm in a sling after hitting her. That's what big brothers were for, right?

A hefty amount of shower gel washed away all the dirt and grime. He rubbed the lemon-scented shampoo dutifully into his hair, rinsed and finally turned off the water. Tying a towel around his waist he ambled out the bathroom, hair still dripping wet and a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth.

"Blake!"

Tessa came running downstairs, holding what could only be one thing. He was right of course. A notice of eviction, the third this month. Blake felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"You know he won't listen to me, but he will listen to you! Blake? Blake!"

He stomped out of the house and down the driveway, his feet kicking up dust along the way. Tessa went after him.

"Dad!"

He wasn't expecting for his dad to still be asleep. Cade Yeager was standing next to the old truck, covered in filth and motor oil stains. Sweat was trailing down his temple. He obviously hadn't gotten enough sleep, judging by the dark circles under his brown eyes. Blake almost felt sorry for him.

"You guys, you've never seen a truck like this!" he exclaimed, voice cracking with the excitement. "You're gonna love this. Something blew a whole in this baby and I'm guessing it took out its power source. You won't believe what happens when I hook it up to a working battery!"

Brows drawn together in confusion, Blake waited. For what he didn't know. Jumper cables were connected to the truck's battery and out of nowhere a distress call began playing on the radio, making him jump. It couldn't be. It couldn't be what he thought it was.

"Oh yeah, I think we found a Transformer!"

"Shit."

Blake knew he shouldn't have stayed. Tessa and him should have been hiding in the house together. Save for the towel sitting on his hips he was naked even, sunburned skin exposed to the blazing sun. And now he couldn't leave. His brain kept chanting "exciting", but "exciting" didn't even begin to describe the feeling bubbling up in his stomach. "Exciting" didn't even come close to it.

What was wrong with him?

"Shit! Get down!"

A missile shot right past his head, missing him by a few inches. His dad pulled him down to the ground fast and he accidentally bit his tongue. Windows shattered and wood cracked until the missile finally bounced off the old truck and raced outside.

"Fuck!" he yelled, wiping the blood from his mouth and brushing the shattered pieces of glass out of his hair. His dad nodded in agreement.

Before either of them could recover, before Blake could even piece together what was happening, all hell broke loose. He could barely make out his own yelping in the midst of grinding metal and the sound of splintering wood. Forget "exciting". His heart was beating way too fast and he was scared beyond belief. He was going to die.

"I'll kill you! No, stay back!" Blake heard and the dust wouldn't settle and dammit he couldn't move!

'Calm down Blake. Fucking calm down!'

Something cool and wet hit him, running down his arms and dripping to the ground, forming a small pool of green at his feet. It didn't matter at the moment. Not when the support beam next to him was about to break. If the Transformer didn't kill them, a caved in roof sure would.

"Hey!" The Transformer crashed to his knees then, the green liquid pouring from a deep gash in the Transformer's armor and spattering the ground. He was in pain, Blake could tell that much by the pained groans and hunched shoulders. He was in pain, possibly afraid even and Blake... Blake couldn't stand it.

"Calm down."

Prime POV

One moment he was lost in the depths of stasis, the next he was online with a rush of catalycin and the wounds he sustained in Mexico City leaking energon. He determined where he was fast enough, the desire to escape filling his system like the air filling his vents. With a bellow of pain his servos gripped the rafter, large indents forming around his digits.

"Hey!"

His gaze dropped down to the boy who's dark tanned skin was wet with his own energon. Primus...

"Calm down."

And the boy's voice was comforting, allowing his systems to finally settle down. Perhaps he was low on fuel, because nothing about the boy should seem comforting or remarkable to him. He wasn't familiar to him at all, a stranger he was unlikely to have met before.

Who was he?

He was about to ask him when piercing those blue eyes struck him right in his soul... and the answer dawned on him.

Blake POV

Mission accomplished, Blake thought. He was the center of attention. The Transformer wasn't trying to bring down the roof anymore and his dad looked torn between pulling his son behind him and hitting him over the head. Blake knew he was right and that he should've left his dad to handle it, because what could he do?

Blake took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. Now wasn't the time to be scared to speak up. He had to play it cool and show that he wasn't afraid.

"Keep it cool." he muttered to himself, licking his tongue across chapped lips and cracking a crooked smile.

"I'm Blake." he said, pushing his luck even further as he stood on his toes and awkwardly patted the Transformer's knee. It was the closest thing to a handshake he could offer. Bile crawled up the back of his throat when he noticed the green stains on his hands. And his arms. "Fuck, you... You're hurt."

Fuck was he empathetic. It wasn't like him at all. Empathy shouldn't come this easy, at least not to him. Something was wrong. He looked at his dad for help.

"I will handle it, okay? C'mon." his dad told him, the reassuring clap on his back almost a relief. His dad would take it from here. Things would be fine. He could think about what was happening to him later. Maybe he was suffering from heatstroke? Maybe.

Blake nodded, trying his best to ignore the way his hands were shaking and left.

A/N- And that's that. I tried to show you guys a little bit of Prime's perspective even though the story will mostly be Blake's own perspective and his thoughts. And from here on out there will be more action, bonding?, and a lot of too-reckless-for-his-own-good Blake.

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