A week after talking with Bumblebee, Optimus was sitting in his berthroom at the newly built base thanks to the finally returned, Captain Lennox. Optimus was sitting on his berth, with his helm in his hands, hunched over. During the past week, the great Prime has been experiencing major migraines and pains all over his body. And since Ratchet, the most experienced medic he knew was dead, he wasn't getting the treatment he needed.

Being under Unicron's control for a great amount of time both mentally and physically injured the Autobot leader. Thanking Primus that his fellow Autobots had left him alone during that time, Optimus slowly stood up. He took a few quivering deep breaths and walked towards his door. Pausing as he rested his servo on the door knob, Optimus took another few deep breaths.

Everything was hurting. And it was painful. He knew that he needed medical attention but there was no one who knew how to operate on a Prime. He sighed as he opened his door and walked out in the hallway.

Optimus looked to his right and noticed that the black and yellow door was open. Smiling and shaking his head, the great leader carried on.

Each door to each berthroom was the color scheme of the bot that claimed that room. Optimus's door was the one at the very end of the hallway, overlooking every other room. It was royal blue and red with a very realistic looking, yet fake Matrix of Leadership on the door. Bumblebee's door was directly on the right of his and it was the black and yellow one with wings on the door.

Optimus chuckled to himself. Of course there were wings.

To his left was Drift's door. The door was a lightish blue and black color scheme with two katanas crossed hanging on the door. Next to Bee's door was Hound's door. It's was a brown and had a somewhat camouflage color scheme. There were two big cigarette bombs pointing at each other right on the door. Across from Hound's room, there was a green and silver door with two guns, one pointing up and the other pointing down. Crosshair's room.

There were several other rooms that Optimus had passed numerous times that week that he didn't know. He did know that the newly recruited Autobots claimed those. Even after a few weeks of somewhat being around them, Optimus still didn't know who these other bots were. But if his fellow teammates trusted them, then he did as well.

Entering the, as the humans call it, the living room, Optimus looked around slowly. The military that the Autobots learned to trust on the first few years on Earth were all there. Talking and most likely catching up with the Autobots. Looking to the right, Optimus couldn't help but smile brightly.

There on his right was Captain Lennox, Simmons, Sam, and Bumblebee. Each had a smile plastered on their faces. Sam was sitting in Bumblebee's servo and was wiping tears from his eyes, all but while holding onto Bee's finger.

Noticing that he was standing there, Bumblebee waved Optimus over. "Hey Boss Bot! Look who finally showed up."

The three humans turned their heads towards the Prime, each smile growing wider.

"Good to see you Optimus." Captain Lennox greeted as Optimus walked up.

"Good to see you as well, Captain." Optimus smiled. He looked at Simmons.

"Optimus," Simmons nodded. He crossed his arms and smirked, "I see you decided to take on the Barbie Doll look."

Optimus widened his optics and looked down. He had to admit; ya maybe his new upgrade did sharpen up his hips and chest a little more than he would've liked.
"Uh..." Optimus nervously chuckled. He looked back up. "good to see you too."

"Be nice Simmons," Sam warned getting down from Bumblebee's servo, "he just got here."

Sam walked up to the Prime and Optimus bent down. Opening his servo for Sam to climb into, he lifted his servo and body up as Sam positioned himself on the servo.

"It's been a while Sam," Optimus smiled sadly. "How have you been?"

"I've been good," Sam smiled back, "I heard about Unicron. How are you doing?"

"I honestly do not know. Without Ratchet or any other medic, it's been a struggle." Optimus shrugged.

"I understand. It's so good to see you guys again," Sam smiled looking down. "I was so scared when you all disappeared. Then the humans started hunting you and..." he trailed off.

"I know," Optimus said, "but at least we lived to see you again Sam."

Sam looked up and smiled brightly, "thank god."

Optimus nodded and gently set him down next to the other humans.

He then looked at Bumblebee. "How are your injuries, little one?"

"They're all healed. Even if the new set of twins keep playing with my still sore wings whenever they get the chance." Bumblebee groaned and rolled his baby blue optics. He nodded his head towards the left side of the room where two younger bots were standing and chatting.

Chuckling lightly, Optimus followed his gaze. "Are they younger than you?"

"Naw. They're older by decacycle." Bumblebee explained.

Optimus nodded. "You can meet the others later," Bee added on, "everyone is getting ready for a drive. We were all wondering if you wanted to come. The newbies wanted to hear you say your famous battle cry." Bee chuckled as Optimus turned towards him with a raised eyebrow.

Shaking his head, the Prime agreed "I might as well come," Optimus shrugged. "I haven't been outside in a while."

"Then it's settled," Bumblebee clapped his hands together and walked past Optimus. He stood, staring at the group. "Alright Autobots!" He announced getting everyone's attention. "Get ready to leave for the drive!"

As Autobots started to head towards the door, a few passed Bee and asked if Optimus was going to drive with them.

"Not like he had a choice," Bumblebee smirked. He snuck a side glance at Optimus and laughed when his leader rolled his royal blue optics.


About a hour later, Optimus stood at the front of the group with Bumblebee outside. Every Autobot was facing them. Each face had the look of awe as Optimus stood and looked among them.

"Well, they're waiting," Bee said looking at Optimus.

"For what?" Optimus questioned looking down a Bumblebee with confusion.

Smacking his own face and sliding down his servo, Bumblebee groaned and chuckled as realization hit the Prime.

"Oh..." Optimus widened his optics and cleared his throat. He looked back at the Autobots as they made a path for him and Bee.

Taking a deep breath, he said hesitantly, "Autobots!" Pausing, Optimus smiled and this time he said with a Prime's confidence, "transform and roll out!" He leapt forward with Bumblebee right behind him and transformed. Every bot behind him cheered and copied his movements.

Driving, Optimus thought to himself. They were here. They were alive. And his family was safe. Maybe a new life had finally come.


Hey guys! So sorry that this took so long to publish! I've been really busy, again.

Just in case you don't know: decacycle means 3 weeks for Cybertronians.

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This is not the end of this story. If you have more ideas on how this should continue, please let me know and I'll see if I can write it into the story! (With credit to you of course :D)