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Optimus Prime's Little Girl

Chapter Six: You're Kidding, Right?

Abbi's POV

I stared at Sam, mouth slightly ajar and brain totally dysfunctional. That name…Optimus. How did Sam know about the male Autobot from my dreams? Why did he know about him? 'The only Prime'. A Prime, Optimus Prime? Why did I know that—?

Flashes of my dreams flitted through my brain. 'A black and blue sky with puke green clouds… the screams of other younglings and hatchling as they were being branded…The feeling of burning metal on the femme bot's left hip, all the while her right shoulder blazed in pain…'

I gasped clutching at my shoulder as it burned in pain. More dreams came rushing into me. 'Two adult bots staring at the youngling as she ran around chasing after the glowing dots…Two bots walking down a path hand in hand, their face plates cover with grins…the door opening and gentle arms wrapping around her as the youngling sobbed without tears… "Daddy where is she? Where's Mom?"

I felt my nose smart. Those couldn't be dreams. They were real. I could feel the pain in my heart as I remembered how my mother left me. I knew that name Optimus Prime. I all needed to do was speak to this robot and everything would fall into place.

"Abbi?" I glanced up at Sam who looked sick, "Are you okay? You look like you're gonna pass out."

"Sam, I'm fine. You however look sick and I think you should lie down." I smiled reassuringly at him. He shook his head and then looked at me again. I realized my hand was still holding my shoulder in a death gripm, and Leo was still with us, and that we were still in the dorm hallway. Sam grabbed me by the shoulders and shoved into the room.

It was simple and yet covered with clothes, books, blankets, shoes, kitten calendars and the walls covered with band posters, girls practically naked, and a couple pictures of European sports cars. I turned to look at the two boys who were now gawking at my bare shoulder. My right shoulder. The one that had been in pain.

"What?" I looked at my shoulder. "What the hell is this!" I yelped pointing to a newly found tattoo on my shoulder. It was a strange little robot face. It looked like a mask of sorts, only on my shoulder, with a triangular face and eyes. The whole tattoo was red and purple. It sent chills down my back just looking at it.

"Decepticon." Sam whispered. That too sent chills down my back and made me want to curl into a ball. It was like a Jewish child hearing the word Nazi during World War II but this time it was me reading about it in the history books, it was me feeling that fear.

"Sam? I didn't do this. It just happened… What is a Decepticon? How do you—?"

"We need to get you to Optimus, now, and fast." Sam grabbed my hand, taking the keys and dragged me out the door and back down the hallway out to the parking lot. Leo was yelling at Sam to wait for him, but Sam did nothing to stopping his pace.

"Sam, wait up, dude! Please! Just one more time!" Sam turned and glared at Leo before rolling his eyes and opening the door to his car. Leo climbed into the back as Sam shoved me into the front seat and told me put on the seat belt and hold on.

"Bee, drive. Back to Optimus and step on it." He put the key in the ignition, put on his seat belt and then just sat there. The car jumped to life, and spun out of control as it turned and accelerated out of the parking lot.

We drove for almost three hours before we pulled up to a warehouse with a few military vehicles in the lot and about three or four normal cars. The doors to the warehouse were open and rather inviting. The car, 'Bee' as Sam had called it, drove into the warehouse and stopped.

"Let's get out and go find your dad, Abbi." I nodded to numb to care. As we walked I studied my surroundings. I noticed the size of many of the work tops and the different metals they were piled high with. "Optimus! Abbi's here! And we have a problem!" Sam bellowed. His voice echoed through the room. The loud crunch of moving metal caught my ear and I turned to see Sam's Camaro stand up! Into a robot.

"Leo, please tell I'm dreaming!"

"You're not, sorry sweets." He frowned at me as I watched the robot kneel down and 'talk' to Sam. I say it like that because it seemed to me that Sam was doing the talking not the robot.

"Samuel Witwicky, I told you not to tell her anything before talking to me." A deep voice filled the room from behind me. "If Steelstrike has any problems involving her change back to normal, it will fall on your shoulders."

I slowly I inched my way around, almost afraid of what I might see. There stood the Autobot from my dreams…memories.

"Daddy?"