Plot Bunny: "Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be."

Anything

When I was young my grandfather used to tell me the most amazing stories I had ever heard. It was true that they could only be made up but he often insisted that they were real. Even as advanced as we are now I still have to shake my head. Because who in the world is going to believe that giant alien robots used to live with humans on Earth. It a nice fantasy but seriously I think my grandfathers starting to loose his mind.

If giant robots had ever lived on earth then we'd know about it. It'd be in the archives like every other thing that's happened on Earth since humans had a way of recording it. And trust me I've cheeked for anything about giant alien robots.

Hell I even looked for stuff about my family and it is odd that there's very little history about my family at all but my family's not really all that interesting despite what my grandfather insists. But still I've been fond of my grandfathers stories since I was young and even now that I'm a teenager there are times I find my self wanting to hear his outlandish tales. He's always willing to tell me a story if I ask. Or if I don't. But really it's hard not to love my grandfather oddities aside.

About the only one who complains about him is my big sister but she complains about everything so I'm used to ignoring her. Grandpa thinks its just as annoying as I think it is. He always has a smart remark ready for her when she goes to complain to him. There's something abut my family that you have to understand.

We live with my grandpa and we always have for as long as I can remember. I asked my father why when I was young and he told me it was because his health was bad. When I think about his reason now I'm sure that it's not the only one. Though to be honest grandpa's health is bad it's just not bad all the time.

If gramps gets sick then he does it without warning. Then there's the fact that he has to use a cane and he tends to sound like he coughing up a lung every once in awhile. But still I love the man dearly. Even if his stories aren't true at all. Or at lest I used to think that they weren't true. Now I'm not so sure because strange things have started happening around my house. Or to be more exact around my grandpa.

It all started when my grandpa took up a daily visual on the front porch. No matter what everyday he'd sit in his rocking chair (I heard that it belonged to his parents and it really was comfortable) and stare out into space. It was almost like he was waiting for something to happen. I asked him what he was waiting for once and he didn't answer at first. He did answer when I asked him a second time. He told me he was waiting for a friend of his.

Said he knew that one of his old friends was coming to visit he just wasn't sure when he was going to get here. My sister told him he was crazy. I asked him who it was. He never did tell me. I guess it was never really any of my business. Then one day when my sister and I get home from school there was a stranger sitting on our porch with my grandpa.

He wasn't bad looking either though he looked a little young to be the old friend my grandpa had been talking about. He had short black hair covered by a cream colored hat and was wearing a red flannel shirt, blue jeans, and black boots. The thing that I like most about him though were his bright blue eyes. I'd never known that eyes could be that shade of blue. My grandpa introduced the man as Orion.

My sister and I said our hello's before heading inside to give the two of them some privacy. Even though both of us wanted to eavesdrop badly. Neither of us did. At least not that time. Orion was at our house almost every afternoon that week.

While I was happy that my grandfather had company it bothered me that neither one of them really seemed to feel the need to talk about things when I was around. The conversation itself didn't stop but I had the feeling that they changed the subject when I was near. They were acting like they didn't want me to know what they were talking about. It got on my nerves faster than my sister did.

So the Friday after Orion showed up I decided to eavesdrop. If wasn't hard. There's a window right behind where the two of them were sitting that's almost always cracked so its easy to listen to someone else's conversation. I'm not sure if they knew I was there or not because they were talking about the stories my grandfather told me.

It sounded like something along the subject of his giant alien robots. Though I had a feeling that these were the one's he wouldn't tell me. There was that and then there was the fact that he wasn't calling Orion by the name he'd been introduced to me with.

No, he was calling him Optimus and asking about people with some of the oddest names I'd ever heard. I mean come on who in their right mind names their kid Ratchet, or Ironhide or any of the other names that were passed between the two of them. But still they were talking about things I only half understood. A war against something called Decepticons and their leader Megatron. A fight against the Fallen and the Dynasty of Primes.

Then they started talking about bonds and thing that I really didn't understand. It was when my grandpa called for me that I knew something really wasn't right. My gramps is like most grandparents I guess. The grandkids don't tend to get in any trouble unless they do something really bad. My grandpa didn't sound mad but I was still sure that I was in trouble. So as I stepped out onto the front porch I expected to get an ear full for eavesdropping.

Imagine my surprise when I didn't. No what my grandpa did was invite me to go for a ride with his friend. I wasn't sure what to say at first but when he told me that he wanted to show me something I knew that if I didn't go that it'd kill him. So doing the only thing that I could do I said yes.

And really the red and blue flame colored semi should have been my first warning of weird. I mean no one drives those old trucks anymore unless they've been refitted so that they can use some other source of fuel. Gas has been gone since I was young. But still it was a nice truck and Orion or whatever his man was even let me lay in the sleeper.

We drove for probably half an hour or so. Our destination should have been my second warning. Because the last place I expected to end up in was the woods. The third warning came when Orion didn't get out of the truck with me and my grandpa. I will however remember the words my grandfather told me as we walked forever.

"Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be." He whispered to me as we walked a good twenty feet away from where the truck was parked. Once we were the required distance he turned me around and gestured towards the truck in front of us.

"I want you to meet an old friend of mine dearest. This is Optimus Prime." I could only stare as the vehicle in front of me unfolded and stood up. My gramps hadn't been lying. There really were giant alien robots and I've met them.

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This story takes place in the p.o.v. of Sam granddaughter who has no name.