If My Voice Had Wings

Book One

Chapter 01 – Acacia

Written By: Wrath of an Aerow

(Flower) Acacia ~ Platonic Love

Optimus Prime stood at the cliff of the Lookout; a now familiar place for the Autobots and humans to enjoy the peace and quiet. His arms crossed behind his back and he stood tall, his azure colored optics scanning the open, vacant land. The sun was setting in front of him, and he could stare into its rays without losing vision, since his eyesight was increasingly better than any human. Clouds hovered between the orange-yellow rays of the burning ball of fire. His frame stood calm, but his mind was drifting to other, more distant things that weren't the most important topics right now.

Not many Autobots had arrived to Earth as of yet, but Optimus did not lose fate, and many believed he was just reassuring himself, but Optimus convinced that Autobots would come. It may be only at a few at a time, but they would come. And Optimus Prime knew this as a fact. He knew Ratchet, Ironhide, Bumblebee, and himself weren't the last of the protecting faction of the Autobots left amongst the stars. It was impossible.

The tall mech did not shift his gaze from the sun, and his poise did not alter. His digits interlocked and his shoulders were square and broad.

Behind him, Sam was running around laughing as Bumblebee tried to tag them. This was their version of 'tag' that they enjoyed playing while they stayed at the Lookout, and Ratchet and Ironhide both found it somewhat idiotic, but entertaining when one would fall, or end up missing by a long shot. Optimus Prime simply found joy in watching the two play their games; it gave him piece of mind. Even if Bumblebee was a warrior in a war, he still was bright, playful, and willing to spend time with his charge. Optimus sometimes wished he could have a human to look over at times, but at the same time, it would be dangerous for both beings, so he did no such thing.

Sam ran in between a set of trees before Bumblebee could grab him. He landed, rolled on the dirt, dirtying his white shirt, and sprang up to his feet. He had lost weight and gained slight muscle since he'd been with the Autobots, mostly because he was always active. He was either being taught how to protect himself incase Sector 7 managed to get back at them, dealing with school, or hanging out with Bumblebee. The downside was still going to school, but the senior managed it.

Sam grinned widely as he saw Bumblebee whirl out a fake whine and he stepped back a few feet, incase Bumblebee tried something funny. "What's the matter, Bee?" he panted, putting his hands on his hips. "Can't catch me?"

Bumblebee blinked and suddenly crackled a laugh. Sam tilted his head, "Wha-"

The Witwicky boy was interrupted by finding his shoes and his feet being lifted up from the dirt. He then noticed metallic fingers circling around his torso, and he immediately shouted, "Come on!" but a laugh was in his voice. He turned his head to see Ironhide.

"I guess this means that you are…'it'," said Ironhide.

"Never knew you were playin', 'Hide," said Sam.

Ironhide shrugged, "I have nothing better to do," his voice was gruff as always. "It looks better than getting flies stuck to my windshield." He lowered the teenager to the ground, receiving a smirk from Sam. Suddenly, Sam whirled around, and high-fived Ironhide's index digit.

"You're it!" he yelled and basically turned tail to run for his life.

For a moment, Ironhide looked confused. Then, a smirk came to his face-plate as his gaze drifted to an unbeknownst Ratchet, looking at a glowing data tablet, his finger resting on his chin. The old bot needed to be dragged away from his work for once in his life. But, Sam and Bumblebee needed to be taught a lesson as well.

Walking towards Ratchet, Ironhide half-smiled and saw Sam whisper something to Bumblebee. Bumblebee shrugged and wheezed out something from his still-damaged voice box. Ironhide's half-smile formed to a grin. Suddenly catching both Sam and his guardian off, Ironhide ran at them, not at Ratchet. Bumblebee managed to chirp a scream before Ironhide tackled him down to the soil. Sam ran backwards, trying to find a tree to hide from Ironhide if he planned to get him.

Bumblebee yelped out a 'help!' from his voice box and Ironhide growled a , "You're it."

This time, Ratchet was the one to be the adult. "You three! This game you play is useless on the battlefield and plainly childish and illogical. You could be spending your time-"

"Being bored?" Ironhide chuckled and got off of Bumblebee, helping the mech to his stabilizing servos.

His comment received a glare from Ratchet. "Being in the Medical Wing with a dent in your helm?"

Bumblebee walked over to Sam and plucked him from the ground and set him on his shoulder whilst Ratchet and Ironhide bickered back and forth on what was logical and what was needed. Optimus listened to all of the things that were going on, and smirked himself. The sun was starting to dip below the horizon, and he knew his human friend would have to be taken home soon. Optimus Prime had met Sam Witwicky's mother, at it wasn't exactly a pleasure. But, the stars were starting to poke out of the dark blue-black abyss of space, and that had always brought hope to his spark. Every time night would fall, he'd sit and watch them, waiting for arrivals to come to him…a certain someone to come to him.

After a few moments, Sam said his goodbye's and hopped inside of Bumblebee's alternate mode in the driver's seat, and the duo set off. Ratchet, Ironhide, and Optimus decided to retire from the Lookout. Before Optimus left, he took one last look at the sky, as if something would be flying down and towards the ground, but there was nothing.

"I wasn't expecting Ironhide to get you," said Sam as his hands sat on the steering wheel loosely.

"I…know…it was…much…unexpected," Bumblebee said through his staticy voice box. He was getting better at talking, but it sounded if he was talking through an old walkie-talkie. "You…have talked to your…cousin…today, haven't…you…?"

Sam shook his head, "No, not yet. I'll have to call her tomorrow, since it's a school night and her dad would freak out…."

"I understand…" said Bee. "Her father…is…strange…."

"He's a lunatic, Bee! I don't know how Shauna can stand that guy, because I know I couldn't."

"At…least…he is not related…to…your…mother," said Bumblebee.

Sam laughed, "True that, Bee. My dad has a strange family too though."

Bumblebee chuckled. "But he is not…related by blood, am I correct?"

The teenager nodded, "Right, but he's still a lot like my dad."

The two drove to Sam's house and resided there for the night. His parents were all ready in bed, so he grabbed a coke and a piece of pizza, and climbed up the stairs. He talked with Bumblebee about random stuff until Sam finally fell asleep. Tucking him in his bed, Bumblebee sat in the driveway and transformed, waiting for tomorrow to surface.

Chapter completed on Monday, August 08, 2011

A/N – I only own my OC's, I do not own transformers; they rightfully belong to Hasbro/Takara. Thank you all for all of your nice comments so far! Glad you enjoy this so far! Sorry for the short chapter, and not a lot of action, but the main OC/Characters are coming, so things will get interesting!