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A surprising reunion
Now, already 3 earth months had passed and I still had not found a single sign of life from the girl. Either that or enough evidence that proved her existence anyway.
I stood in the middle of our headquarters and watched Sam and Bumblebee talking in their strange, but special, way.
Bumblebee talked through the radio. When he was with us, he always tries to talk in coherent sentences.
When with Sam, however, he only uses keywords. What everybot else took at least an Earth minute per word, Sam understood it immediately.
It seemed as if they both had created a new language.
Of course I could understand them, like everyone else, but it took everyone else a few clicks until they understood the real meaning of Bumblebee's words so that Sam's answers made sense.
I let my look digress to Arcee, Chromia and Elita 1 who -as always- were with Ironhide and talking.
And on to Ratchet, who -as always- stood in front of the big screen to study something.
And on to Sideswipe, who -as always- tried to ignore the twins as well as he could, though they apparently made it their task to follow him for the rest of the day.
A comforting feeling ran through me.
We are here, have a home, friends and a destiny.
How long has that been denied to us?
How long were we forced to travel from planet to planet, star to star, solar system to solar system, until we found this planet?
Way too long.
And again I was brought to the thought which I had prohibited myself to think. The question I had prohibited myself to ask.
Why? Where is the sense? Cybertron is past!
Again, I felt the endless mourning consume my spark as I closed my eyes.
'Pull yourself together Optimus!' I scolded myself.
Yes. Pull yourself together. Close yourself. Turn your back on the past, Orion.
I tore my optics open and stared for a moment in shock at the wall in front of me.
Eons had passed since I had called myself Orion for the last time. Granted, also eons had passed, since I felt so empty and full of mourning the last time.
It had been the day when Cybertron's destruction was fully visible, when I discarded the Name Orion Pax. Discarded my old self and swore to never let anything like that happen again.
I transformed and drove, like every evening, out of the headquarters. Out of the City into uninhabited area.
It did not take long until I had driven the familiar route.
Every evening, I came here, to this wide desert, which perfectly showed the beauty of this planet. The sun would set in a few Earth minutes.
I transformed into my robot-mode and looked around.
That was what I liked most on earth. Not every single inch of it was inhabited, loud and filled with the hustle of everyday life. This place was full of peace and harmony.
Apparently, endless extensive sand with a few shrubs and small trees were, anyway.
One of those trees, bare and meagre, caught my attention, when I heard a silent chuckle.
My optics inspected the tree, seemed to scan it, without finding anything, until she stepped out.
A young girl, -not much older than Mikaela when we found her and Sam a few years ago- with flowing, curly, dark blonde hair with almost golden strands.
She smiled mischievously and tilted her head to the side.
There was no fear in her look, -which confused me, because actually every human who saw us for the first time immediately started panicking-, only curiosity and something appraisingly.
Slowly, as not to scare the human girl, I took a slow step forward, but she jumped without further ado a setback.
Now I had tilted my head to the side aswell.
She's not afraid; otherwise she wouldn't be grinning like she was.
Once again, I took a step into her direction, this time a big one that almost bridged the whole distance between us. But instead of rebuilding the distance between us, as she had done it again, she jumped again only one or two metres back, still grinning.
I raised my head and looked at her sceptically.
What kind of game is she playing with me?
I was not in the mood for games -was I ever? - So I kneeled down and leaned my upper body down, so that my head was just a bit above her's.
"Who are you?"
My rough voice was reduced, as if I did not wanted anyone to know from this reunion, what was true.
Her mouth opened for an answer, but then she faltered and shook her head mockingly.
Surprised, I lifted my head up a little more.
What is that supposed to mean?
The smile on her face faded as it was replaced with a surprised glance.
She is mocking me!
I could live with that. After all, I was not Ironhide. She knew that I understood und again this smile spread across her face. It made my spark flutter, but I did not mind.
I repeated my question and as an answer I got once more only a silent headshaking, but she stepped closer and regarded my body, fascinated. And I regarded her's.
It was then when it struck me like a ton of bricks. She was the girl from months ago!
She was small and petite, even for a human, -hard to believe that she threw the knife so precisely! - and did not even try to bridge it with high heels, as most of the human femmes did. Fitting to the heat, she wore a light summer dress (Bumblebee had informed us about these things after some of his innumerable shopping evenings with Carly), just as Carly sometimes when she went out for a picnic with Sam and Bumblebee. Her bizarre hair reframed her narrow face and emphasized the deepness of her light blue eyes.
Then, I suddenly noticed that we were gazing at each other directly in the eyes.
Slowly she stretched her small hand and touched my lower right servo.
She felt so warm, not like the sun when it shone onto my metal skin, but constant warmth.
I cocked my head to the side yet again and watched her; how she let her fingers softly slide over the metal.
Then, suddenly, she froze and pulled her fingers back, as if she had just done something forbidden.
Panicky and unbelief were mirrored in her eyes, when she shook her head in disbelief and examined her hand.
No matter how hard I tried, I could not figure out what had panicked her like that.
There was nothing on her skin or on her hand neither on mine.
I did not understand what was going on, when she looked from her hand up to me and back. Again and again, until she finally took a step back, and another one, and another one...
She got faster and faster, stopped for a nano-click just to look at me unbelieving and then, without me doing anything against it, she turned around and ran away.
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