Sorry for the long update wait. This last semester of college took a lot out of me and I barely had any free time that wasn't devoted to sleeping. So, I'm back again and ready to start writing once more. Hopefully you will enjoy what's coming up.

A Prime Meeting

Sam rolled over onto his side and allowed a huge yawn to escape from himself. He glanced lazily at his clock and saw that it was almost noon. Only the blissful summer vacation could allow him to sleep in so late. Grinning, Sam slowly stretched before jumping out of bed. He glanced at his dishelveled appearance in the mirror and decided that he didn't care about looking nice today. He grabbed some dirty clothes off the floor and put them and headed downstairs.

"Good morning everyone!" Sam announced brightly once he entered the living room. His parents were watching a romance movie. Judy was wiping tears of emotion from her eyes. Ron looked like he wished he could be anywhere else in the world.

"Sam, your hair looks terrible!" Judy exclaimed when she saw him.

"It's a new look mom. You know, it's a kid thing."

"Looking like a bum?" Ron snickered.

"Yeah, sure," Sam said defensively.

"That thing was looking for you earlier," Judy said.

"You mean 'Bee? What did he want?" Judy and Ron merely shrugged. "I'll go see what he wanted then."

"I'll come with you!" Ron said brightly.

"No you don't mister," Judy said grabbing him. "A little romance won't kill you."

"Judy, I hate romance flicks. I don't want to stay here." Judy's eyebrows rose so far that they nearly disappeared into her hair. "Fine, I'll stay. I meant to say I love romance." Sam chuckled then ran out of the room. He wondered what the Autobot wanted. At least Bumblebee wasn't peering into his bedroom window anymore. It was unnerving to wake up and find a giant robot staring in at you.

Bumblebee was waiting for Sam in the backyard. Mojo was in his doghouse hiding. He still hadn't forgiven Bumblebee for scaring him even though the incident had occurred over a week ago. Only his big brown eyes could be seen staring out.

"Sam I am so glad that you are finally awake," Bumblebee said, sounding relieved. "It never ceases to amaze me how much you sleep."

"It's not amazing. I spent the last ten months toiling away at school. I need to prepare myself for the return of school slavery."

"If you say so. I want to go and see the other Autobots. I will be gone for a couple of days."

"Great. Have fun 'Bee. You deserve it. I'll be fine without you."

"Sam, you are aware that I can't leave you alone."

"Bumblebee, you know I can't come with you. Mom would never let me go to a military base to hang out."

"I know. I was able to arrange a temporary guardian. He is waiting for you in the driveway."

"What? Who is it?" Sam raced to the front of the house before Bumblebee could answer. Gleaming in the driveway was a massive truck that had flames painted on its sides. "Oh no, oh no," Sam muttered. He ran back to Bumblebee. "Optimus is here!"

"Yes. I thought you would be pleased."

"It's Optimus!"

"Yes…" Bumblebee said, wondering why Sam could not process this. "Are you not pleased?"

"It's Optimus!" Sam exclaimed once more.

"I thought you liked Optimus," Bumblebee said carefully.

"I do but he's the Optimus! He has better things to do then guard a measly human like me."

"Optimus does not mind. You forget that we all, Optimus included, owe you our lives. The fact that Optimus, an Autobot that is respected and admired by many, an Autobot that makes the sparks of many Decepticon tremble with fear, owes so much to one who is so young. This a great honor that has been bestowed upon you. No one else can claim this honor." Sam blushed with embarrassment. "I must go now. Go and see Optimus. Goodbye Sam." Without another word Bumblebee walked to the edge of the driveway and transformed into his car mode. He sped past Optimus, entered onto the street and disappeared out of sight.

Sam slowly approached the waiting truck. He was painfully aware of his dirty clothes and untidy hair. He was meeting with the Autobot equivalent of a world leader and looked exactly what Ron said he looked like: a bum. Sam suddenly felt like his hands and feet were oversized. He thought he must look like an idiot with his arms swinging at his sides. He probably looked like an overgrown monkey. Sam tried to stiffen his body but immediately regretted it. He immediately felt like a windup toy and soon tripped over his own feet causing him to blush once more.

The passenger side door slowly swung open and Sam scrambled into the truck. He twisted in his seat to grab his seatbelt. When he turned forward and cried out in surprise.

A young handsome man was sitting in the previously empty driver seat. He had shockingly bright blue eyes. He had slightly curly brown hair that fell to his shoulders. A light beard hid most of his face. He wore blue jeans and a checkered red shirt. What fascinated Sam the most was the man's face. Wisdom and kindness was reflected there but there was also pain and suffering. Sam could only sit and stare.

"We discovered most humans get distressed when they see a vehicle driving itself so we created holograms that imitate drivers. Do you like mine?"

"I… yes I do," Sam answered. "You look very, um, nice. Is that what you think you would look like if you were human?" The hologram nodded. "Well, you better stay away from girls. They would be all over you in seconds because you are one fine looking dude." The hologram stared blankly at him and Sam wondered if he had gone to far. He fumbled with his seatbelt then stared determinedly out the window. Optimus slowly backed out into the street and headed down the road. An awkward silence settled in the cabin of the truck.

"Bumblebee has told me about the many adventures you have had," Optimus said suddenly. "He seems to really enjoy them."

"Oh, well, I don't know. I bet Bumblebee has done many more exciting things then what we do."

"You might be surprised to find that is not necessarily true. Do you have any adventures planned right now?"

"No, we just take each day as it comes."

"Perhaps we can find an adventure?" Sam stared in surprise. He tried to figure out if he had imagined the hopefulness coming from the Autobot's voice or if it had been really there.

"Sure we can look," Sam said. "Don't know if we will actually find one though."

"Let's look anyway," Optimus replied. "I believe I know a place where we can go."

"Where?" Sam asked, curiosity in his voice.

"You shall see," Optimus replied. "I do not want to ruin the surprise for you." Sam groaned but accepted it. The truck sped down a highway, anticipation in the air.