Ok! For those of you that don't watch Transformers Cybertron! There is an episode, where Megatron gets under Optimus Prime's "skin" so to speak, causing him to turn into a spineless sack of wuss and order everyone to stand down because he feels responsible for putting their lives in danger and doubt's his ideals... Standing there while Megatron wipes the floor with his butt.

Irritated beyond belief, Vector Prime punches him in the face and basically tells him to stop being a self centered little brat, knocking him out of it. At the end of the episode, Optimus Prime turns to Vector Prime and says "You've got quite the right hook by the way... " Vector Prime chuckles and replies "Remember that, and don't make me use it again."

I adore Vector Prime.

My son just turned three. I actually miss him being a baby. Yes! The Radish has offspring! OMG! RUN AWAY! Of course I have offspring! That's what happens when you have sex... Teehee. My son's name is Taylor and he has the most beautiful blue eyes in the whole universe. Big, striking, Bumblebee eyes. When he was baby, he use to look up at me with those blue eyes and I swear to god it was magical. Those eyes stole my heart forever. They still do. I was thinking I would use that concept on Optimus... Aw. Warning: Mushy mommy moment!

Chapter 4- And that... Is how Optimus Prime got his groove back...

Optimus Prime sighed. The matrix was being a pain in the aft. Narrowing his optics, he forced his processor to clear and tried again.

The matrix responded sluggishly, the blue strands that connected him to the power within hardly moving at all, before metaphorically telling him to go jump in a vat of hot solvent and vanishing without a trace..

It had been this way since Mission City, gradually getting worse. After losing Bumblebee, it had gone from gradually to the point where he had to strain to get any reaction at all. The matrix was rapidly becoming more and more difficult to connect with.

Today however, was the first time he had actually failed. He knew the cause. He had faced this problem before. The matrix of leadership, required a leader. To be a leader, one must be strong of spark.

It was hard to be strong of spark, when your spark was broken beyond repair.

For a moment, he briefly wondered if it was time to pass the matrix on. The All Spark was gone. Cybertron was gone. After everything he had put them through, in the end he had failed them all. He had been wrong and they had paid for his mistakes.

"Remember, Optimus Prime. What I said about my right hook."

That was the only warning he had before an invisible fist slammed into his face, sending him sprawling with such force his optic's flickered and shut off.

He knew what would come next, even before his optics groggily flickered on and he found himself bathed in bright golden light.

"Shall I quote you, Optimus Prime?"

"Uunngh..."

"Very well, I shall. Remember, as long as there is hope, there is life."

Optimus hung his head, staring at the faded red feet in front of him. "But is there hope Vector Prime? We have lost so much..."

"If you must ask me that, it is no wonder you are having such difficulty."

Optimus lifted his head. Vector Prime raised an optic ridge at him. When Optimus gave no reply, the ancient Cybertronian supplied an answer for him.

"It seems to me that a new life, should bring new hope Optimus Prime."

Realization dawned on Optimus Prime. He smiled faintly. "How is it that you always have the answers, Vector Prime?"

"I don't. I do however, pay attention. Perhaps you should as well."

With that Optimus found himself face down on the floor of the base, his jaw still aching from Vector Prime's punch. With a groan, he pushed himself into a sitting position. A soft cry reached his audio sensors. Activating his hologram, he followed the sound.

Mikaela looked up as he quietly entered the nursery and smiled. She was rocking Bumblebee, who had woken up and was fussing. He returned her smile, eyes resting on the tiny baby in her arms as he pondered the words of Vector Prime. Mikaela seemed to sense his thoughts.

"Would you like to hold him Optimus?"

Optimus was about to refuse, claiming he had work to do, when she put the little one in his arms. Blinking he looked downward just as those beautiful blue eyes looked up at him. The instant his eyes met with Bumblebee's something burst from his spark, flooding his entire body with burning warmth.

"Aw, he likes you."

He blinked out of it, looking up at Mikaela, who was watching him with a soft smile.

She grinned, cleaning up the nursery while she had a moment with her hands free.

"You know Optimus, the day we met Bee, Sam asked me something. He asked me, fifty years from now, when you look back on your life, don't you wanna be able to say you had the guts to get in the car? If I hadn't gotten into Bumblebee that night, I never would have ended up in Mission City, I never would have fallen in love with Sam and I never would have met any of you. But most importantly. I never would have had Bumblebee... Everything we've been through, he makes it all worth it... Funny how things work out, huh?"

Optimus honestly couldn't think of anything to say as Bumblebee nuzzled against his chest, staring up at him with those big blue eyes. His eyes widened as the matrix of leadership jumped to life, filling him with a strength he hadn't felt since the beginning of the war.

Mikaela stared as a single tear slid down the cheek of the mighty leader of the Autobots. "Optimus... Are you alright?"

He nodded, smiling at her. "Yes, I am alright. Your son is beautiful Mikaela..."

Hope was staring him in the face.