I had to do this chapter. I was debating on whose POV until I finally decided it had to be from Optimus' POV. Sorry that its so short. That couldn't be helped.
In this scene, Optimus finally wakes up.
Optimus
Strange voices woke me. I laid there for a moment smiling, remember how I felt when I fell into recharge with papa holding me. I didn't feel him or mama at the moment. That was ok. I don't feel them every moment. Bringing my optics online I saw I didn't recognizing the ceiling above me. Nor did I recognize anything else when I sat up. Again, I wasn't worried. I had woken up in new places before. As long as I had…
My toy! Where was it?
I looked around and didn't see it. It wasn't even under my blanket. Maybe papa has it. He likes to play with it like I do. He makes me laugh when he plays with it. He always makes it tickling me.
"Papa!"
Nothing. I still didn't even feel his love inside. Perhaps he didn't hear me.
"PAPA!"
Again nothing. I started to cry.
I suddenly heard footsteps. I quickly pulled myself up, holding onto the rail of the crib I was in.
"MAMA! PAPA!" I shouted looking in the direction I head the footsteps coming.
I was getting worried. I didn't even feel mama's love inside me. And I always felt mama's love when I called for her. She could always make me feel better on the inside and when she held me in her arms.
A strange big blue and white mech smiled down at me and spoke. I didn't understand most of what he said. I understood 'awake' and 'good'.
I looked up at him emitting a long sorrowful beep hoping he'd understand I wanted my mama and papa.
Again he smiled, speaking to me. I started to cry. I don't think he understood me.
Instinctively I reached to my mama and papa, hoping they'd come to me like they always do when I'm afraid.
"Shh," the big mech cooed, lifting me up.
He held me close to his chest much like papa always does. He was warm like papa. Only he wasn't papa.
"PAPA!"
"MAMA!"
I cried for them over and over. Where were they? Why weren't they coming? Why didn't I feel them?
The more I cried, the more the strange mech cooed to me, holding me close, his big hand caressing my back. He wasn't papa! I wanted papa! I wanted mama!
Over and over I kept calling for them. I couldn't even see I was crying so much. And even when no more sound came from my vocal processor I still called for papa and mama.
I was scared. I desperately wanted to feel their love, their reassurance that everything was going to be ok.
Not understanding I curled up into a tight ball and just wailed.