The next morning was greeted by a ray of sunshine shining through the gap in my curtains, and unfortunately landing right on my face as it blinded me when I woke from a very quiet peaceful sleep and sat up. Normally, my dreams would contain images of this strange, planet in space made entirely out of all metals, and moving mechanical alien robots fighting each other; like a big alien civil war between the blue-eyed robots and the red-eyed ones. It wasn't just the images, I heard someone, some thing speaking in this strange language about a source called Energon and the All Spark. I found it all bizarre, that there was an alien race and everything, and even sometimes, I wanted the dreams to never stop when I woke up.

I told mum and dad all this with an awed look on my face, my voice dripped in excitement and adventure as i explained every detail to them. Sam listened intently and when he heard about the Energon part he worriedly glanced at Mikeala, which she mirrored the same look. When I finished, they always told me that they were just dreams, and that they didn't mean anything.

And I always protested their comments with the same words every time, "But I know they mean something...I can feel it inside of me!"

But today was different, no strange dreams or voices inside on my head going on about Energon and the planet called Cybetron which to be honest, made me feel a bit..empty. If this is what 'normal' girl's sleep feels like then jeez, it's boring.

I stretched and slowly stood up, trying hard with all my will not to fall over on the first step, then reached for my dressing gown and stumbled to the top of the stairs, and was about to go down when I heard two voices in the kitchen. I froze and held my breath as I recognized one of the voices as my mother's worrying tone but the other voice, I did not know. I frowned as I stepped down, the voices getting clearer and louder. 'Am I going to be taken away? Is it a doctor?' I asked myself as I reached the doorway to the kitchen, pausing to hear what was being said,

"..It is getting closer Optimus; I don't want her to know just yet!"

I was surprised to hear how deep the make voice was as he replied to Mikeala's requiry, and surprisingly how calm and steady as well. I pressed myself against the wall holding my breath.

"Mikeala, freedom is yours and Sam's right and if you choose whether for her to not discover about why she is so-"the voice suddenly stopped.

'Damn, they must know I was there,' I put on a fake smile and walked in on my mum sitting on one of the kitchen stalls, head in hands while the other seat was occupied by a very...handsome, young man with the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen in my life.

Everything seemed to have frozen for a moment when I entered the room. They didn't notice me come in, but still they stopped talking, so slowly and very awkwardly I held up my hand and said clumsily, "hello?" Obviously, the two was not expecting me to speak as my mum jumped lightly and snapped her head up and the stranger sat up very straight.

Mikeala spoke slowly to me as she gave the man a careful glance, "Why, Spark you are up early? I wasn't expecting you to...did you not sleep well?"

"No, the sun woke me up."

"Oh well then-"

"Who is this?" I cut off her sentence while giving her a glare. Mikeala stopped and became suddenly interested in her feet. I opened my mouth again to protest when the stranger stood up and turned towards me. I left my mouth open...wow.

He had close-shaven hair with slick facial features and the most piercing ice-blue eyes I have ever encountered...in fact, they were just like my eyes. His lips were perfectly shaped and his physical body structure suited the name my mum mentioned earlier, Optimus. He was around his late-20s, early-30s and every inch of him was just...

I was snapped out of my head when he politely coughed and raised a delicate eyebrow in reaction to me standing there, motionless and with my mouth hung open. I automatically stood up straight and shut my mouth, silently cursing myself as he held out his hand towards me.

"Good morning. My name is Optimus Prime, and I am a friend of your fathers. You must be Sam's daughter, Skylar Elizabeth Witwicky?" His voice came out smooth and calm and had the presence of importance.

I cleared my throat and answered him, "Yeah, I am Skylar but most people call me Spark or Sky." Also taking out my hand to shake his.

As soon as our skin touched, the feel of electricity and Energy ran through both of us, making his jump slightly and me to suddenly retract my hand back from his and swore under my breath. Mikeala suddenly moved from her position and rushed over to me. "Are you okay?" She asked me, I nodded. I looked back at Optimus, whose eyes were staring at me intently with a look of curiosity and interest and I raised my eyebrow at him, causing his eyes to suddenly break from the glace and looked down at his shoes.

But the weird thing is, I felt so...safe, and connected with him.

Strange.

It was very awkward afterwards with just the three of us, not saying anything. Knowing that my mum would not be able to take the silence much longer, I started to count the seconds while Optimus was glancing at Mikeala with an almost pleading look in his eyes, I could sense it. After 5 minutes of counting and as I thought right, Mikeala excused herself from the room and went upstairs to do something, leaving me and Optimus alone.

'Well..' I thought quietly, having a feeling that he was thinking the same thing as well when he suddenly surprised me by saying, "Skylar, do you feel...different to everyone else around you, even your parents sometimes?" He looked at me, curiosity creeping into those blue, blue eyes of his.

I paused, "Well, yes, most of the time. I don't look anything like my parents and I just know that I am different to all the other girls my age."

"No Sky, you certainly are not the same like other femmes." He looked at me, giving me the most possible smallest and cutest smile.

Femme?

I then stared at him and finally asked the question which had been going to my brain repeatedly, over and over. "Optimus, why mustn't I find out about how different I am? And why does my father want me not to know? To protect me from hurting myself?" I choked out, hurt growing in my voice.

He looked taken back for a minute but quickly recovered and saw the look of desperation in my voice. I then knew the answer already and held my head down, suddenly getting a shiver. "You are cold." he suddenly observed, and in an act of surprise, he stood up and gave me, which also possibly was the most awkward but yet comforting hug. And without thinking, I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him slightly, making him freeze. After a couple of very quiet and awkward hugging time, I looked back up at him and he answered the look which was in my eyes.

"You will find out in time, Spark...in time." then he suddenly let go, gave me another look with those eyes and left outside the front door, leaving me stood in the middle of the kitchen, speechless.

My parents have a lot of explaining to do.