Silent Promises of the Night

By JJ York

It has been a long time since I have written anything like this, hell its been a long time since I have written at all. I do hope you all can forgive my absence and I hope this little story makes up for it.

-Chapter 1: Confessions-

A gentle and soft yet crisp breeze flew through the air like a breath. The full silver moon cast a soft glow over the ground, the sound of nocturnal animals could be heard from a distance. The feeling that this night gave was that of calm and relief and that was happily welcomed by the young man who sat atop his roof. Sam Witwicky, the boy who saved the world two times over. The boy who had nearly single handedly destroyed a titan hell-bent on enslaving his own kind and anyone who got in the way. The boy that had revived Optimus Prime, a great leader from a distant world of living metal and painful history. Ah that was the particular memory that haunted him not only this night but the previous months nights. It was like a curse, segmented yes, but still painful to relieve.

He thought back again to that day, the day that Optimus had called him to meet up at the cemetery to discuss his assistance in helping battle the newest threat the globe and to mankind. His anger...his arrogance, that had been ever evident on his tone and his mood. He had wanted a normal life after the excursion that was mission city. He had wanted things to go back to normal. He wanted to have his normal teenage life, have the badass sports car, the beautiful girlfriend who was so out of his league it wasn't even remotely funny; wanted to be able to attend college and graduate just like everyone else in his class. It was funny in an ironic sense, thinking back, to imagine that that life would be his normal.

He chuckled bitterly as his mind pulled back to the memory, the memory of watching as his friend, the near indestructible Optimus prime, had his life ripped from him. He knew it was his fault...that battle would have never happened had he agreed to help in the first place. That feeling of guilt was exactly what kept him from his sleep, that guilt and that soul crushing, heart ripping image of...someone whom he truly cared about...someone that against all belief he loved; that truth...that he had denied for all those years. Yes he loved Optimus, he hadn't been aware of how or when it happened, but he knew it to be true. The instant regret of never speaking up. All that crippling him as he watched...Optimus die.

He felt a shiver run through his body as the wind picked up a bit. He gripped his hoodie as tears once again fell from his eyes as he focused on that memory, of the memory of seeing Optimus, lifeless form laying on the tarmac once he was unceremoniously returned to the military base. The bright red of the paint seemly loosing its luster, the midnight blue looking like a dull grey. The incredible pain that ripped through his body as he realized he was the cause of it.

He startled slightly hearing an approaching vehicle pulling into the driveway. He figured it was his best friend and to a degree his caretaker, Bumblebee returning from his patrol. He turned to look at the driveway and felt his heart skip a beat, his lungs loosing all the air in them. Wiping his eyes he focused on the beautiful sight of the Peterbilt sitting there, almost patiently waiting.

Sam sniffled and slid down from his roof and made his way down from the second story to arrive at the side of the idling truck. He couldn't prevent himself from tracing over the autobot symbol at the very top of the trucks grill. His eyes roamed over the curves of the wheel wells and up to the windshield. Though he knew that the glass wasn't in place of the mechs optics, he couldn't stop himself from looking at it when he spoke.

"Optimus, what are you doing here...its like 3am. You should be back at the base, recharging" the boy said with a slightly tired and wavering voice. He held onto his body not only due to the shift in temperature, but to support himself from crumbling in front of the disguised leader. He looked up to see the door swing open without much of a sound. He noted there was no reply from the Peterbilt, the human assumed this was due to him not wanting to cause a scene in the not-so-private driveway. Sam felt his legs carry him over to the door and up inside the cab. His lithe body sliding easily into the leather seating; it feeling much like a comforting hug, and if he didn't know any better, he would assume that was exactly what it was.

"Sam...would you like to go for a ride?" The mech asked as quietly as he could over the speakers of his radio. It was now time for Sam to be the silent one, he gave a small nod and blinked as he felt the seatbelt wrap around his body protectively. He didn't really pay attention to the scenery as he felt them reverse and take to the streets. Optimus being the ever careful driver.

The sat in absolute silence sans the hum of the diesel engine. The human let his eyes scan over the interior of the cab. He had ridden in Optimus many times, but hadn't ever really thought to observe just how elegant his interior was. The entire cab had a beautiful deep navy blue with cherry wood trim. The dashboard continuing the theme only in reverse. Gages galore lined the dash, each one monitoring some system of the truck, monitoring Optimus. Sam looked at the gently moving steering wheel smiling at the autobot symbol that adorn the center.

It was Optimus that broke the silence, his gentle, deep baritone sounding no much more than a murmur inside the cabin.

"Sam...its okay" those three words...acted as a key to the door that held all of Sam's emotions behind it. The boy broke down, tears flowing freely for the first time since his first major attack. He sob silently behind the wheel unable to do much more. He didn't so much as see, more than feel his body shift forward as strong human arms held him. He turned himself to look up at the man who was now sitting in the drivers seat with the human in his lap.

"Optimus?" Sam asked weakly to the man, who only silently nodded his reply. Sam froze for a moment before wrapping his arms around the illusions neck, hugging him as tight as he could. He felt the hands gently rub his back causing Sam to calm down enough for his tears to subside. He felt his voice, a little more than a whisper pass his lips. "I'm so sorry".

Optimus only shushed him and held the boy close as he stood up. He walked the boy to the sleeper portion of the cab and laid down in the bed with the boy, still gently rubbing his back. They laid like that for what felt like an eternity, Sam eventually pulling away from the form. He moved back to observe the likeness of it. There before him, was a man in roughly his mid thirties. His face shone a handsome yet tired face clear of any blemishes sans a scar that ran across his nose. His eyes were a deep deep azure, that nearly caused Sam to loose himself within them. He shifted his gaze to notice the slight five o'clock shadow in a matching tone of deep blue, nearly black that was used for the males hair. It made Sam internally chuckle, it was cut in a subtle mohawk that almost mirror his bipedal form's helm.

Optimus gave an amused smile and small chuckle. He watched as the human studied his holoform whilst he laid on his side looking at the human. He had his head supported by his arm in a very human like manner. He felt pride run through his spark at the noticing of how much the boy seemed to like his interpretation of being human.

"How do you like it?" he asked softly. Sam couldn't help but focus on the soft lips of the commander as he spoke. The human took at breath and smiled softly.

"It looks fantastic...didn't know you guys could do that" he nearly whispered out to the form laying in front of him. It crossed his mind that under any other circumstance, he would both be incredibly embarrassed as well as aroused to be this close to the mech while laying on the bed.

"Thank you...it took me a while to perfect it. I wanted you to like it. " the commander mumbled softly, never breaking his gaze with Sam. He reached out almost impulsively to stroke the boys hair, his nimble fingers running through the soft curls, the texture being committed to his memory banks. He took notice of the slight shiver that ran through the human as he did this. "Sam...I know...that it haunts you. I'd be lying if I said it didn't take up a percentage of my processor every moment I continue to live...but you need to understand this. It was not your fault...and I will never blame you"

The human teared up again and felt his body go ridged at the proclamation. The promise in that statement silencing any and all doubt that had been in his mind. He locked his gaze with the man and swallowed harshly, with a deep breath he took the moment that he should have taken so long ago. "Optimus...I...need to tell you something"

The commander raised himself up on the bed, he sat cross-legged across from the human. His spark, his heart racing slightly at the boys words. He knew exactly Sam wanted to tell him. It was the same three words that he had wanted to express in return. He had felt feelings for the boy back when they had first met. The way Sam had cautiously, yet curiously observed his face. No fear being evident on his face or in his body. The feelings grew ever stronger at the apex of the battle for the cube. Sam had disobeyed his orders and had risked his life to save the mechs, then recently...the event as he called it. His spark being extinguished and resurrected by the human. The story he was told of the human stopping at nothing to save not only the world but also to bring him back from the well of sparks. That moment...the moment of his debriefing...being told that Sam had broke laws and orders simply to bring him back. That was when he knew that, he, optimus prime, was in love. And from his sensor readings from every interaction that the two had after that, he had guessed that the boy had felt the same way. He waited patiently for the human to continue.

"Optimus...we have been through a lot...I mean, a lot. We...both have fought for the other...both...died for the other. Optimus, when I saw you...laying there in the aftermath of that ambush. Optimus I...I felt so lost...so hopeless, because I had lost...possibly the only person that...that I..." he paused and swallowed harshly. "That I truly loved...and it had been my fault..." the human felt his face blush a bright crimson at his own words. He blinked for a moment, hearing nothing from the other he decided to continue. "Optimus...ever since the battle in Mission city, I have felt a...connection with you, a connection that I can't seem to share with anyone else. Not Bumblebee, not my parents, not with Mikaela. It took me a long time to realize what the connection was. Optimus Prime, I love you" he confessed hiding his face afterwards.

The two forms sat motionless for a moment. Sam still had his face covered so that he couldn't face the holoform. Optimus chose that moment to reach up and pull the boys hands away from his face and lean in close to him. The illusion captured the human's lips in his. A kiss that was fueled by both of their passions. Had it been a flame it would have illuminated the entire galaxy. The commander pulled back and looked the human directly in the eyes, reaching up to cup the younger's face. "I love you Samuel Witwicky..." his baritone voice growled out against the other before he captured the boy in another deep kiss. The mech noting from his sublevel processors, that his spark beat and Sam's heartbeat mirrored each other. He felt that was perfect.

End of Chapter 1 (?)

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