It was perfect, the moment his lips touched mine. The electricity I felt that ran through me almost made me colapse. It felt like a dream, it had to be a dream...No it wasn't. He held me tight and suddenly broke the kiss.
"Samuel..." He moaned. I grasped his holo's clothes.
"Optimus.." I whimpered. He smiled and chuckled.
"Thank you" He muttered and kissed me again.
"Mmhm?" I try to ask through his kiss that made me liquid, he broke the kiss and looked at me while stroking my cheek.
"For helping us all those years ago." He said and I smiled and hugged him.
I awoke in my bed later that night, I went to move but found it almost impossible. I looked down and saw Optimus's arm wrapped around my waist. I blushed and smiled, I rubbed his arm and he mumbled in his sleep and moved his arm. I leaned over him and smiled.
"Be right back" I whispered and kissed his forehead. I snuck out of my room and looked around, I went toward the kitchen and grabbed something to drink. Walking back I hear something, I turn toward the sound. I am facing Bee's door.
"Bee?" I whisper as I get closer, it sounds like he is crying on the other side.
"Sam...my Sam..." He whimpers. "GGGGRRAAAHHH!" he suddenly roars and a loud slam sounds. "Of course he would chose the Prime...everybody chooses the prime...nobody wants the lonely scout" My heart broke, I physically felt it just break.
"Bee..." I whisper tears forming in my eyes. I need to move, I need to go back to Optimus...but I can't, my legs are solid.
"He is happy...he is happy...Bumblebee you can't hurt him...he is happy" He repeats as he cries gently. I feel my legs begin to move me, a few moments later I am back in my room, silently crying.
"Sam?" Optimus asks gently. I turn and face him and he quickly jumps out of bed and comes over to me and holds me tight. "What happened?" he asks. I can't answer him...I feel like my voice is has been ripped out...I cling to him and cry gently. "Its okay Sam...its okay"
The Next day
I awake feeling worse than I did the day after Mission City. I open my eyes and come face-to-face with a very muscular, kinda hairy chest. I bury my face into him and he rumbles gently and holds me tighter.
"Good morning" I whisper and kiss his chest.
"Afternoon Sam" He mumbles gently into my hair.
"What?" I ask looking up into his blue eyes.
"Its twelve thirty-two" Optimus says sleepily, I grin and chuckle. He looks at me confused. "Whats so funny Sam?"
"I have never seen you like this Optimus...normally you are up bright and early...large and in charge all the time" I say and he looks at me and smiles.
"Sam...Primes are allowed to sleep in on the weekends" He smiles.
"WHERE IS OPTIMUS PRIME?!" A sudden yell comes from the hall.
"Most of the time" Optimus mutters and his holoform fizzles out of existence and my door gets kicked open. Mrs. Mearing walked in looking like Megatron look alike.
"You!" She hisses and points at me. "YOU STOLE HIM FROM ME!" She almost screams.
"Uh..."
"YOU TOOK MY OPTIMUS!" She screams and pounces on me and starts to scratch and punch me. I try to block her and stop myself from hitting her.
"GET OFF OF HIM!" I hear another yell and she is suddenly dragged off of me. I look to see Bee's holoform standing in front of me with his hand out. I take it and with his help stand. I look over to see Ratchet dragging Mearing away kicking and screaming.
"You okay?" Bee asks and I look at him and suddenly the memory of what happened the night before hits me hard.
"Y-yeah" I croak out and Bee looks at me concerned and sits me on my bed.
"You don't sound it" He mutters and sits next to me.
"Is everything okay?" I look up to see Optimus standing in his true form.
"Sam said he was fine but it sounds like his is losing his voice." Bee said glaring at Optimus.
"Sam?" Optimus asks me and I look at him.
"I am fine Optimus..." I say.
"He sounds fine Bumblebee" Optimus says to him.
"He didn't sound like it earlier" Bee said clenching a fist. "Of course you would know better wouldn't you?" He said and fizzled out.
"Hmm" Optimus mutters and activates his holoform.
"where did you go?" I asked and he gave me a sad look.
"I was going to stop Mearing before she came in. But she was a bit faster than I am. I am sorry Sam" He said and I sigh.
"Why didn't you use your holoform?"
"She has developed a...attraction to it..." he mutters.
"Oh..." I say and he pouts at me.
"Forgive me for leaving?" he asks and I look up to his eyes.
"Mmhmm" I nod and smile and kiss him.
"OPTIMUS! NO WE CAN BE TOGETHER!" Mearing shouts clinging to the door way.
"Come on crazy lady" Red Alert says as he drags her away.
"BUT I LOVE HIM!" She shouts.
"and I love reading but I am not going to make out with a book" He mutters to her.
The day goes by rather slowly after that, I attend a three hour meeting about safety around the autobots and another two hour meeting about nothing really. I sigh as the meeting dismisses, I go outside and sit by one of the many hangers and look over the base. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were playing their version of basketball and saddly for poor Sunny, Sides was winning. I smile and let myself fall asleep.
Optimus POV
Four hours...Sam had been missing for four hours.
"Any word on his location yet?" I ask through a Comlink with one of my men.
"No word yet Optimus, don't worry we will find him" They reply back.
"HOW COULD YOU LOSE HIM!" I hear, I turn and see my scout angry beyond all belief.
"I did not lose him Bumblebee!" I say losing my grip on my anger.
"YES YOU DID!" He shouts loudly.
"Bumblebee...I am your superior do not take that tone of voice with me." I said reeling back my anger as far as I can.
"NO I WILL SPEAK TO YOU LIKE THIS. FIRST YOU STEAL HIM FROM ME, THEN YOU LOSE HIM!" He yells back at me. I grit my denta and growl.
"FIRST I DID NOT STEAL HIM FROM YOU. HE FELL IN LOVE! SECOND I DID NOT LOSE HIM!"
"YES YOU DID...YOU DID BOTH OF THOSE THINGS!"
"Why are you screaming Bee?" We freeze and look down in between us, Sam was standing there between something wasn't right, he had metal skin.
"Sam?" My scout and I ask in unison.
Please R and R
AN: No, Sam and Optimus have not sparked yet.
