Two days later-

Optimus leaned his back into the winged antique chair that he had been sitting in for the past day in a half and looked over at the large carved oak queen sized bed where Miss Evan's lay sleeping, and found himself watching the rise and fall of her breasts for what must have been the uptenth time in so many hours. Subconsciously monitoring the woman's breathing patterns for any changes that would indicate distress or the awareness that comes from waking.

He'd been busy for the past day in a half after bringing Saya to his apartment to stay, he'd then had to call her boss and her family and explain why she hadn't been at work in the recent days, and why her family couldn't contact her; so that they wouldn't worry.

He'd then gone to her place and had her land lord release her from her contract and had moved her things into his temporary home knowing that the change would no doubt upset her.

But felt that there wasn't much of a choice since he shared a spark bond with her and knew that letting her go back to her previous life would end badly for her if the people where she worked ever figured out that she was now different from them, or if the decepticons ever found out about her.

She was his responsibility and he'd be damned if he let the humans dissect her. Or the decepticons kill her.

So after fixing up his bedroom so that she could have it, he then purchased clothes, delicates and other things includings things like makeup, perfume, and things for her to tie her hair back with, he then purchased other things.

More...embarrassing things.

Feminine napkins, pads, medicines to ease the discomfort of monthly cycles exct. And could remember the stunned look on the cashiers face when he had all but cut in the line to the register and dumped his things onto the small table area with his face flaming red while trying to look impassive and unconcerned while his things were rung up.

He was never going back to that damned store. Ever.

Nor was he ever again purchasing anything remotely similar to feminine pads and what not. He'd just give the woman his wallet and then walk away and let her do the shopping next time.

He curled his lips back from his teeth in a silent snarl of distaste at the days earlier events and shuddered when he heard a soft mewing sound come from the woman sleeping in his bed and instantly calmed himself. As ruffled as his proverbial feathers were at the moment, he didn't need the woman waking up thinking that he was going to rip her head off.

Not when he needed her to feel comfortable and safe with him since she would be staying with him from now on.

He sighed and leaned back in his seat again and ran his fingers through his semi long dark hair. She should have been awake by now. Shouldn't she? He wondered as he looked at the woman again and went totally still when she made another mewing sound and rolled over onto her side and curled up under the deep neon blue, silver and lavender colored quilt that had caught his eye at the store earlier.

He sat there for another hour or so before deciding to stretch his legs a bit and see if there was anything that he could fix to eat in the fridge since neither he nor the woman had eaten in several days and he needed to make sure that at least one of them was fed considering that the female was a carbon based life form, unlike him, and could easily starve to death if he didn't make sure that she was properly cared for every day.

He took his time cooking something for their breakfast/lunch and was about to lay everything out on some plates when his sensitive ears picked up signs of movement along with softly muttered words.

It sounded like she was finally awake.

He wasn't sure if he was ready to face her just yet. He'd been meaning to practice explaining who he was and why she was here in his apartment just in case she might have forgotten but he'd gotten a mite preoccupied with watching her rest and had lost track of time.

It wasn't an excuse-

Well okay, maybe it was.

But he just hadn't been expecting to suddenly feel so nervous about having the woman in his temporary home. He set the frying pans with their food aside and turned off the stove and anxiously wiped his hands on his jeans and turned and started back to the bedroom where he found the woman sitting up in his bed looking around with a puzzled look on her pretty face.

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Saya didn't know where she had woken up. But she knew that the bed that she was in didn't belong to her.

It was too big. Too spacious. Too...too antique.

Don't get her wrong- It was lovely. The wood was beautifully carved with amazing detail. The designs looked victorian, flowers with little cerubs fluttering about. The walls of the room didn't really match the bed.

The color was a slivery gray with royal blue trim. The windows had silvery gray curtains.

There was a winged back antique chair sitting a few feet from the left side of the bed, next to a small bedside table with a blue lamp, and a thick navy colored book sitting on it.

She pushed the oddly out of place blanket covering her, back and started to move towards the edge of the bed when she caught sight of what she was wearing and made a weird little sound and lifted one arm to study the royal blue sleeve attached to the beyond big royal blue cotton shirt that she didn't remember putting on.

Her turquoise eyes widening a little bit in alarm. Good lord- This was a man's shirt! A very, very, very big man's shirt.

"Oh my god what did I do?" She squeaked and was more than a little bit startled by the soft rapping sound of knuckles on the wall just inside the door across the room.

She jerked her head around and made a frightened little sound in the back of her throat as a six foot eight inch tall giant slowly pushed the bedroom door open and stepped into the door way. Saya blinked at him and subtly moved her hand so that she could pinch her leg as she studied him. And jumped a little bit in surprise when she felt pain where she had just pinched herself.

Which meant that she really was in a strange room with a strange man the size of a bear.