Rewrite the Stars

by Wortho22

An unusual woman with a secret somehow finds herself caught up with a race of sentient alien robots in a battle to save Earth. Thinking herself destined to be alone, never to find love or the family she craves - fate has other ideas. Sometimes, the opportunity to rewrite your stars and change your destiny DOES come along - you just have to be brave enough to take it.

4. Chapter 4 - The Burden hardest to Bear

Chapter 4 – The hardest burden to bear

Optimus P.O.V

The sound of helicopter blades and the sight of black SUV's faded and disappeared into the night. My spark felt heavy as I knew one of my own was with them along with our newfound human allies. At the sound of my approaching troops, I swung my large form down from underneath the bridge. Jazz clambered down towards me, ''Optimus. Are we just gonna stand here and do nothing?'' His tone boarded on insubordination, but I would not reprimand him for it. /Perhaps his tone was well deserved?/.

'There is no way to free Bumblebee without harming the humans,'' I responded logically.

''But it's not right!'' Jazz retorted, reluctant to drop the issue.

''Let them leave.'' I knew my first lieutenant did not agree with my decision but I also knew he would obey my command. I paused in my descent as I spied something on the ground. Bending down I carefully picked up the tiny precious object we had been searching for all night.

The glasses.

They must have fallen out of Sam's pocket or bag as he fell. At this thought my spark ached. It was my fault. I should have sent the children and Orianna with one of the others in vehicle mode. Maybe I should have fought them off, I was certainly capable of it.

I stifled the desire to make a small sound of frustration. This was the part of being a leader I hated most. The guilt, the self-doubt. When you must make a thousand decision every day, you are bound to get something wrong, even if you are the /Great Optimus Prime/ I thought derisively. And tonight, it seemed, I did get it wrong. Our new friends were gone. /We had the glasses, but at what cost?/ I looked the fragile object over in my servos. The key to finding the Allspark lay in my servos. /Why then did I feel so awful?/.

I raised my helm to peer in the direction Orianna, Sam, Mikaela and Bumblebee had been taken. In the short time I had known them, I had grown fond of the three humans, especially the eldest female, /she interested me/, though I would not admit it to anyone. She was a puzzle I wanted to solve. She had a quiet strength that radiated from her and there was something else. When Mikaela fell Orianna did something.

As I replayed the events in my processor there was no way Sam could have had the strength to hold both himself and Mikaela by my shoulder strut for that long, especially when the helicopters flew underneath him. Out of the corner of my optics, I recalled Orianna had one hand grasping my smokestack for dear life and the other, it was stretched out as if trying to hold them in place. /Had she somehow, in some way stopped them falling?/.

It seemed illogical but the universe was immense, and I had seen a great many things, often unexplainable, in my time. With a final glance in the direction Orianna and the others had last headed, I gave the command to the others to transform and roll out.

/Primus help me make this right/, I thought to myself as I led what remained of my team away to find a place to inspect the coordinates on the glasses in peace.