Warning| Slight out of character oddities. No Romance.
Note| This piece takes place after mission city. It's not very cannon. Sorry.
Second Meeting
The end was difficult to understand. There was much destruction and dismay, they had lost one of their own and a few organics. He sat in his vehicle mode and watched, because he needed some time to think. He was getting too old for this, he realized as he observed organics sitting in rescue vehicles getting patched up by human doctors. He nearly missed a small child standing far off and realization hit him, he knew this little child. He felt his fuel tanks clench in shock and dismay.
A little blond girl stood on the sidewalk, dirt and tears staining her cheeks while her shoulders trembled. Her hands were clenched in front of her and her eyes shifting, searching for something. He nearly transformed, his spark pulling him to protect this poor innocent child. He was a bit startled when the child spotted him, the fear melting from her expression and she raced at him. He almost backed up when the girl reached him, grasping the door handle and lifting up.
The door was opened and soon the fear and dismay returned. Her hand fell away from his form as she stared into the empty seat. "Daddy," her voice echoed with vulnerability. He realized in that moment that she didn't see him, she saw his familiar vehicle mode and thought her family would be near. It was then that it occurred to him that he (and the other Autobots) might not have been the only one to lose someone close.
Surprisingly, the little girl climbed inside of his vehicle mode and curled up in the seat. Protectively, the Autobot closed the door once he knew she was safe, and his engine purred comfortingly. He felt her body twist and her face burying into the seat, tears streaming from her eyes. Grunting uncomfortably, the Autobot wasn't sure what to do, this wasn't his type of thing. However, as he contacted his leader to alert the soldiers, he began searching through the radio waves for something that may calm the child.
She didn't notice. She kept weeping until she slipped into a light sleep, startled awake at every little noise but falling back into a slumber soon after (probably thanks to the gentle purr of the truck's motor). He was left wondering why this child (of all the tiny humans of this world) was in this city today, where her family was, what she had seen. More importantly, why she wasn't frightened of a vehicle acting on its own.