Disclaimer: I no own the Autobots. I do however own Gaze and about 3 grand on my braces. Enjoy!

A/N.: Reason for the delay; My computer went emo and decided to kill itself. I'm serious. Just up and died on me. So now I'm writing on my parents laptop that is the slowest thing in the computer world.

And this is just chapter one told in Optimus' point of view because Okami-chan's review got me thinking why he was out there in the first place and this is what happened. The chapters from know on will be told in mainly Gaze's point of view, but if I feel that it needs to be told from a giant robots point of view, the story will be told!!!!

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Optimus Prime had been enjoying the stars when it had started to rain. He sighed and transformed into the big rig that he had taken on as his alternate form. Back to the overlook. It's not that he dreaded going back to the over look itself, it was what was waiting there for him.

His thoughts.

After the final battle, which had been about 3 weeks ago, the thought that the remaining Decepticons that had survived would be back with more force slowly faded away for the others it seemed. But the threat lived on in Optimus' memory bank.

He often came to this place when the worry of an attack became too great for the leader. Ironhide had stayed with Captain Lennox for the most part, helping out the military when they had questions about weapons, and the captain had found a suitable position for Ratchet as part of a medical team for the military as well.

The military had decided that keeping the war between the Autobots and the Decepticons quiet was a good idea and had quickly thought of cover up. Terrorists was their excuse for the damage, though from what Sam had told the remaining four Autobots, the public was slow in believing it.

Optimus himself was still having a hard time finding where he belonged on this planet. His thoughts when out in this place was often debates on whether or not he should go searching for more Autobots himself. But that was always beaten down by thought of leaving his men to defend this planet by themselves.

The robot uttered what could have been sigh and started to head out, when he stopped. He had heard a noise coming from the south. Normally, he would have investigated said noise, but he could tell it was coming towards him. Waiting, he did scans on the creature.

It was a female human he deducted, of about 18 years of age. She was in perfect health on the outside, but her inner organs were in surprisingly bad shape. Her lungs were practically blacken with tar, her bones showed that she had had multiple fractures within the last years and her right hand was missing a finger. Optimus found this out in the moment before the girl saw him.

When the female did spot him, she froze for a second, then made her way towards him. He kept the doors unlocked and as the girl entered, she quickly looked around, as if afraid she was doing something she shouldn't be.

The female sat in the drivers seat and shivered severely. Optimus did a further scan and it was reveled that her core temperature was 95 degrees, 3.6 degrees below the normal temperature of a human. He quickly turned the heat on and the girl looked up in shock from the head on knees position she had been in. She put her palm to the nearest vent and Optimus could tell she was surprised by the heat.

She looked around the cab and stated, rather then asked, "So your owner doesn't like to sleep in you eh?"

A pause, then, "I don't understand why, I mean, it's cheaper then a motel, and better then camping." she chuckled. "Anything's better then camping."

He could feel movement inside of him, then the girl said, "I suppose you wouldn't mind me changing out of these wet clothes eh? I would hate to drip on the leather."

Not waiting for a reply, she proceeded to strip in the cab. Optimus, not quite sure as to what to do at the moment, sat silent as the human female peeled away the clothing in favor of the damp clothes that she had with her. But instead of immediately pulling on the new covering, the female grinded her body against the leather of the seat. It was an unconscious act, as the girl was busy trying to slip on a pair of pants. The poor Autobot didn't know what to do, so he just kept still, ignoring the grunts and gasps as the girl got the jeans over her wet legs.

"Well, it's not dry, but it's better then smelling like wet dog I suppose."

The girl patted the steering wheel, as you would a dog. She then reached into the knapsack that she had brought into the cab with her and withdrew a can of processed meats.

"Ya know," she started, "This isn't how my life was suppose to end up."

Opening the can she said. "Nope, by the time I was 15, I was suppose to be a famous teen fiction writer, living in the lap of luxury, eating the best that Paris could offer. Not eating cold Spam out of the can in the middle of nowhere inside a big rig!"

Optimus stifled a laugh. If only she knew…..

"Nope, not at all. But I suppose that when you factor in my house burning to the ground, my parents dying in a car crash, and my dog getting ran over, I should have known my plan was out the window flying somewhere over Georgia." The female grinned sardonically. "And now I've gone crazy talking to an Auto!"

The word 'auto' got his attention. Did she know? Then he remembered that auto was short for automobile and that to the human, that's exactly what he was. Nothing more.

The girl sighed and reached yet again in to the sack and pulled a small carton of something. The label read Pall Malls. Autobot did a quick search on the world wide web on the product, as he had never heard of it before. The search pulled up a site dedicated to the dangers of smoking and cigarettes.

Glancing around the cab, she said, in mock consideration, "You mind if I smoke?"

Yes. Thought Prime, as he cut off the heat. I do mind.

The girl didn't notice however, as she was fumbling around in that bag again. When she did notice however, she seemed confused. Putting a hand to the nearest vent, she seemed to confirm that the heat had gone out.

The human glanced from the vent to the pack of cigarettes and then back to the vents again. Sitting back, she stayed silent for a few minutes, as if trying to think of a reasonable explanation for the heat to have cut off. There didn't seem to be one, if the girls body language could be said for it.

Optimus did a quick scan of the girls body and found that her inner body temperature was falling surprisingly fast, almost like a lizard that lost it's source of heat.

Odd…. He thought as he watched the girl shiver slightly. The human body is normally able to maintain it's heat.

The girl whispered the words, "But that's impossible!"

The Autobot smirked. It may be mean to mess with the girls head, he thought as the girl went back to thinking, biting her lip in concentration, but it certainly is fun.

"Rubbish!" The female exclaimed loudly. "Trucks don't have brains. We're not in a George Lucas movie. Or Knight Rider." The girl giggled while Optimus did another quick search, this time on Knight Rider. If he could have, Optimus would have laughed out loud at the thought of being compared to a 1980's TV show but he didn't think the girl could handle the thought of a talking truck at the moment.

"You're not Kip are you?" She asked, but while saying that, she carefully put the cigarettes back in her bag. "Happy?" She waited for the heat to come back on but it didn't. Optimus did not want anything that could harm the girl, even though he didn't even know who she was. The young girl was starting to feel the cold creep into her bones once more he could tell, but she held onto her stony faced façade for a few more minutes before giving in.

"Fine!" She said, exasperated." What will make the lord Auto happy?"

Slightly started yet again at the use of the word Auto, he started to quietly rolling down the driver side window as the girl watch, fish eyed and gaped mouth.

"Holy Crap!" She exclaimed softly. "I'm in Satan's 18-wheeler!"

At that, Optimus had to laugh. That was exactly what Sam had called Bumblebee the first time he saw him drive with out a driver!

The girl was, of course, shocked that the engine was starting on it own accord, and the human quickly threw out the pack of Pall Malls out the open window, which Optimus started it's journey up. He made sure the heat was back on too. His laugher though,

continued without stopping.

The girl glanced at his gages again.

"Are you laughing at me?" questioned her, sounding a bit miffed. In response, he laughed harder. "You are laughing at me!"

The girl sat back in her seat and just stared at the windshield. The glowing started to dim and the rumbling laugher stopped. The human girl sat back in the seat for a few seconds more before stating slowly, "What the hell was in those brownies I bought at that college bake sale?"