I'm sorry if this is bad. I just wanted to get it online for you all. Please forgive errors.
Optimus stirred in Ironhide's arms. Only Ironhide or Ratchet could hold him since he got back from the Decepticons. "Sides," he mumbled. I glanced to Ratchet who shrugged. "Sides." He pulled at the armour of Ironhide's arm. "Sides."
"I'll get Sideswipe," I offered. Ironhide nodded and I walked out. Bumblebee ran past me, nearly knocking me off my pedes. I laughed walking into the rec room. Spike saw me and ran over.
"What happened with the machine and Optimus?" Spike asked. His stared up at me.
"Ratchet said it worked. Optimus'll be back to normal eventually," I replied. He nodded with a grin before walking off. I found the trouble twins walking in the room.
[1 month later]
High pitched laughter filled the halls as red and blue streaked past me, Ironhide closely following. I flattened myself against the wall. Ratchet came into view right after. He calmly walked over to me. "Afraid ta be squashed?" He asked, his optics following Ironhide's disappearing form.
"By Ironhide? Yes," I replied. He laughed but we both flinched at a crash. Ratchet glanced to me before taking off at a run, me running behind him.
Optimus stood in the corner. Ironhide however, was stuck under a table with his helm stuck in the wall. Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Hound, Prowl, and Jazz were trying to free Ironhide. It was adorable when Optimus went to Ironhide. He put his tiny servos on Ironhide's leg, and pulled. Ratchet and I grabbed Ironhide and together we managed to pull Ironhide out. His optics found Optimus' before the sparkling took off at a run. He disappeared out of sight a second later. I ran after the little one.
I never expected Optimus to be able to run so far. I was cycling air extremely hard to cool my over heating systems. I found a door pushed open slightly. I checked the lay out of the base quickly, and it revealed what room Optimus had run to. His old quarters.
I was suprised, when I pushed open the door, to see that Optimus' room had been so decorated. There were pictures, set in the main cities back on Cybertron, focused on Ironhide or Ratchet. On shelves, a feel different types of rocks were positioned to keep from falling. There were data-pads lining one wall. A plant, metallic and potted, was growing on the corner of his desk. The plant's leaves were blue, while the stem of the plant was red. It didn't even reach the top of the desk light. I'd never seen a plant like it before.
"Prime?" No response from Optimus who was trying to climb the desk. "Optimus?"
"Jack," Optimus replied not looking to me. I wrapped an arm around him and he sent annoyed clicks and chirps my way. I put him on the top of the desk and he chirped a quick thanks. He crawled over to the plant before put a hand out to it. It wrapped around his wrists making him giggle. I recorded every action he and the plant made to show Ratchet, and who else would know any thing about plants. The plant spread up his arm, leaving a small scrape. The plant's colour became even brighter. I picked him up before hurring out of the room.
"What was that?" I asked.
"Scrapeling," Optimus replied. He pulled from my arms before I lost grip. His pedes met the floor and he ran off. I ran as hard as I could to keep up. He jumped into Ratchet's arm as soon as he was close.
"Whoa Optimus," Ratchet grunted as Optimus' weight hit him.
"What's a Scrapeling?"
"A Scrapeling? No clue. Heard Optimus speaking about it once. He was just mumbling about it," Ratchet replied. He rubbed a servo against Optimus' helm. The younger chirped and twittered. I nodded.
Later that day I was watching Optimus. He was sitting in the rec room playing with Spike and 'Bee. A Tonka dump truck was currently in Bumblebee's servos. He dragged it along the ground to show Optimus what to do. The sparkling chirped and clapped then Bumblebee handed over the toy. Optimus gladly took it before copying 'Bees movements and adding sounds from his actual engine. Spike laughed as he jumped in the toy's way making Optimus laugh and crash it into my leg. He looked up to me wondering if he was in trouble. I laughed and waved it off. Optimus continued to play with the two, and the game slowly turned into tag between the three. Bumblebee and Spike had trouble keeping up with the sparkling who weaved between the chairs and tables. Spike nearly smacked his head off one of the legs. Optimus soon slowed down before crawling to me and curling up on the cushion on the other side of the couch. "He's so cute," Spike mumbled. He took a seat beside Bumblebee.
"It's hard to believe that sparkling's our Prime," Bumblebee said. I nodded. I reached out to rub Optimus' helm but he flinched away without waking. "Looks like he doesn't like you."
"I don't think he does right now. I'm afraid of what he thinks of me as an adult," I moaned putting my helm in my servos.
"Don't worry, 'Jack," Spike said. I stood gathering Optimus into my arms. He groaned as he readjusted, briefly opening his optics, then fell back into recharge. I grinned behind my mask before saying a quick good bye and leaving the room.
In my quarters, Optimus started to roll over and moan. His servos gripped the blanket covering him as he kicked his pedes. Wiggling badly he threw the blanket over the side. I had my back to him, so I missed this going on. Optimus suddenly screamed and I fell from my seat. I got to my pedes, hurrying over to my berth. I picked Optimus up, trying to wake him. He managed to kick me in the chest and I grunted. "Optimus," I tried. He turned his helm from me. "Optimus. Optimus!" His bright blue optics came online and found mine before snuggling into me. I felt a sob rack his frame. Petting his back, he fell into recharge with me close behind him.