HI! Since people seem to like this, I have decided to continue it! *throws party*

I would like to state here and now that this is not an OP/OC fic. Optimus and my OC will get very close, but not in a romantic way.
I toyed with the idea of making OP a baby, because it seemed popular with you lot, but after a very long conversation with myself, I eventually decided that I could get more out of the story another way. Babies don't really talk much apparently, so it would be impossible to write some of the moments I have planned. Plus you'd never find out how OP became so small. (I will do a sparkling story soon, just not this one. :D )

Put 'Ayumi Hamasaki Heaven music video' into you tube, click the vid with Japanese symbols and a monochrome tumbnail of a woman.This is how I imagined my OC would look. I thought it might be easier for you all to have one solid physical image. Plus I love Ayumi Hamasaki, and I think she looks so beautiful in the video.

Also I have decided that my all my OC's are going to have a theme. Tanya's theme is 'Time Forgets' by Yiruma. It is a truly beautiful piece of music that fits her character perfectly. It's gentle, with a slightly mournful edge.

Chapter One

Feverish Dreams

Tanya watched the little robot as he slept. He was curled into a tight ball, whimpers and sobs escaping him every so often as he tossed and turned in his fretful slumber. Instinctively, she reached across and gathered him into her warm arms, pulling the soft blankets further around him. Tanya bit her lip. She was no expert with children. She had no idea if she was doing the right thing. Hell, she didn't even know if he even was a child. The strong shape of his body, and the age in his eyes told her otherwise, but she couldn't be sure.

The little robot let out a small cry and curled into a tighter ball. Tanya made soothing noises and softly stroked his face, cradling him in her arms. He relaxed and his sleep became silent once again. Tanya held him gently, not wanting to wake him. She glanced across to the fire in the grate, watching the flames dance cheerfully over the logs, crackling a little song to itself as sparks flew around the action like fireflies over a woodland pool.

Tanya's attention was drawn back to the robot when he began whimpering again. The poor dear was obviously having some kind of recurring nightmare. She attempted to soothe him again and again, but no matter what she did, the terrors always came back, like sharks to blood.

She felt her eyes begin to droop, and she forced them open again. It was about four in the morning, but she wasn't going to sleep until she knew the little robot was going to be okay.

As she looked at his anguished expression, she couldn't help but wonder what he was dreaming about.

A plane roared overhead, fire exploding in its wake as civilians screamed and ran. More explosions could be heard in the distance, more screams of pain and fear. The small child hid in his mama's arms as she too, ran. Her spark, which had once sang him to sleep with its warm, peaceful hum, now beat frantically as she dodged the flames and burning debris that fell from the toppling buildings, hitting the ground around them and causing the world to shake.

Orion began to cry. He didn't understand what was happening, but he didn't like it. He didn't like the noise. He was scared by the loud bangs and crashes and screams. He wanted to go home and go to sleep beside his mama and big brother after she told them a story, like she had last night. Like she had every night.

Suddenly, he felt his mama fall forward to the ground.

Orion fell out of her grip and cried harder. He sat up, holding his arms out blindly for mama, calling for her as loudly as his tiny voice could. Where was mama? He couldn't see her! The smoke was too thick. Orion felt it soar down his throat with every searing breath he took. He saw towering flames dance closer and closer to him, too scared to move away. He had to stay where he was, otherwise mama would never find him and he'd be all alone in the burning place.

He didn't know where his big brother was, and Orion felt his tiny spark beat faster at the thought of his brother being hurt or afraid. No. His big brother was never afraid. He was brave. He wouldn't get hurt. His bother would be okay.

Mama would be okay too. Mama was very brave.

Orion saw a shadow appear in the smoke, and he crawled towards it, hoping it was his mama come to get him. But it wasn't. Orion looked up at the big mech that stood in front of him. He was scary. The mech reached out and tried to grab the terrified sparkling, but out of nowhere, mama appeared and hit the mech with a large piece of debris, yelling something.

Orion squealed happily. He knew mama would come for him. His happiness was brutally cut off as the nasty mech hit mama with some kind of staff. She screamed and fell to the ground, and the mech drove the staff straight through her spark, before going after someone else who had ran past them. Orion crawled over to the fallen form of his mother and called for her.

She didn't respond. Her head was angled upwards at the darkened sky, her optics offline. Orion began to cry, screaming for his mama to wake up.

She had to wake up. She just had to. His mama was brave and strong. She would be okay. Any second she would get up and take him home. The flames grew ever closer, but Orion stayed by his mama's side, waiting expectantly for her optics to online again. He didn't want to be alone. He wanted his mama! Why wouldn't she wake up?!

A broken scream tore through his throat as he felt unfamiliar arms around him, and a voice speaking to him.

Optimus woke with a violent shudder as his cries died down. Confusion swirled through his head. Where was he? Who was holding him? He looked up and started. She wasn't his mother. He didn't know who she was. What was going on?

A human looked down at him with big, almond shaped, golden brown eyes, her lips curving into a smile and showing off her well shaped cheeks. Her honey brown hair was short, ending at her shoulders in gentle waves that graced across the tunic she wore. She was beautiful. There was no two ways about it.

He tore his gaze from her kind, worried eyes and looked around. He noticed there was a white bandage on his arm, feeling the dull ache of pain from a wound he hadn't noticed before. He realised he must be in her home, seeing the family pictures on the cream coloured walls. A fire cracked in a fireplace near them, and Optimus shuddered at the recollection of his dream. He hadn't had that one in a while.

"You alright?" The woman asked, an accent playing on her sonorous voice.

"I am fine." Optimus replied, seeing her blink in confusion.

"I don't believe you." The woman raised her eyebrows.

Optimus looked away. "There are just...some memories that I do not like to remember."

"Oh. If it helps, I can relate to that."

He nodded, then to his embarrassment he realised she was holding him like you would a baby. He tried to sit up, but the woman held him fast.

"You're pretty banged up. It's probably best you stay lying down for the moment." She said, cuddling him slightly. "I noticed a few injuries when I was carrying you here. You were shivering like mad, and I saw some blue stuff coming out of the big scratch on your arm. I figured it's the same as blood, so I wrapped some bandages round it. I hope it doesn't hurt too bad."

Optimus nodded his thanks again and squirmed a little. He was uncomfortable with the way she held him. However the action only made her hug him tighter. With a sigh, he gave up and accepted his fate, deciding instead to try and gather his bearings.

"Who are you?" he asked the woman.

She smiled. "My name's Tanya Willows. What's yours?"

"I am Optimus Prime. It is nice to meet you Miss Willows. I cannot thank you enough for saving me. I would have surely died if you had not showed such kindness."

Tanya smiled. He was so polite, so sweet. His voice was as beautiful as his eyes, deep and wise, but still so sad. Tanya cuddled him closer, settling back on the couch. She yawned, feeling her eyes droop in the dancing light of the flames.

"Where am I?"

The voice made her jump a little. Optimus was gazing up at her expectantly. She gently stroked the top of his head, her other hand curling around his.

"Tomorrow little one." She replied, exhausted from lack of sleep. "Tomorrow, I promise I will answer all your questions, but I need to sleep, and so do you."

Optimus was about to protest when he saw the human had fallen asleep. He sighed, but realised she was right. He was exhausted too, the small movements had made his limbs ache and he couldn't remember ever feeling so drained. Sleep would be nice, though he doubted he would get much peace. Even in the warm blankets of sleep, his past haunted him. Stalked him. Tormented him in the darkness of his dreams, daring him to make another mistake, another bad decision.

In spite of himself, he curled closer to the human, wanting more of her warmth and softness. Seeking comfort and rest. The warmth of the human combined with the light crackle of the fire created a lullaby.

As he drifted into sleep, the tiniest of smiles graced over his peaceful face.

I dunno...it's okay...it might need some tweaking.

Anyway, enough of me hating on my own work, tell me what you think!

TOODLES!