50 CHAPTERS HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!

So now, I thank you for the answers/reviews and sticking with for this long. This all means a lot to me.

So now, Ironhide's POV on last night (meaning, POV on previous chapter). I can't forget his opinion or he'd hunt me down with his cannons. And if he does that, no updates. (By the way, Ironhide doesn't have cannons anymore, he lost them in the second movie, but anyway)

So in my opinion, it was a good idea to put in another OC. Just to spice things up a bit.

So we need to hear what Ironhide says.

He was glad Melissa took the offer on using his truck. And for once, he was thankful his alt had options like 'Engine Start'.

He was sorry he couldn't tell her who he really was. He was so used to his holoform being with Melissa, it was hard not think about his holoform and not to have the picture of Melissa pop up on his HUD.

And he also noted, that he hadn't transformed in a while. Not since they came here, to Major Lennox's residence.

And there was another thing haunting his processor and the communication link, and it was Ratchet's medical check-up. He hated those. He could take care of himself and it worked out fine for him.

His thoughts were cut off my feeling something enter his alt. Scanning it quickly, he realized it was a human. His human. It was his Melissa.

"Gotta thank Ironhide for lending me his truck." She spoke suddenly, pressing the 'Engine Start' button, but Ironhide being himslef, he was always prepared for any kind of situation.

"You're welcome, darlin'."

She seemed a little taken back by the action, but quickly ignored it.

She changed the gear and started driving, but after some time, she began rummaging through the spaces in his door and didn't watch the road. He couldn't possibly allow that.

"EYES ON THE ROAD!"

"Shut up!"

And he got a smack to the display in return and it barely hurt him, but he had to keep her in line. He maybe turned the volume up a little louder than intended, hence the reason he got hit.

"Sor-eeee."

She started slowing down and stopping on the side of the street. She examined the truck inside and outside and then got inside and started driving again.

She started fiddling with the buttons on the radio, but Ironhide wanted the touch to last as long as possible. Even if it meant playing with her a little.

"The hell is with this thing?" she wasn't anything if not stubborn. He played the same track again.

"EYES ON THE ROAD!"

"Oh screw you." She hit him again, but it was like a caress to him. He was too tough for any of this slag. He wanted to be hit again, just so he could feel the touch of her warm hand again.

"This is not enough, this is not enough!"

Somehow, she wasn't scared at his radio chatter. He knew that she secretly found it amusing. He knew her that well. "Either I'm going crazy or Ironhide's truck is."

"I think it's the latter."

One thing Ironhide would never ever do to Melissa, is to mock her. Not even when they were alone. He would take the blame for her any day of the week. When he was around her, she would never be the one to go crazy. He'd be crazy, just for her.

As she was silent for some time, Ironhide scanned the radio stations for songs. Songs that he could relate his relationship with Melissa to.

"I love these rhymes as much as I love you…"

He could clearly see that she was thinking something. "You were alone, and I was just standing there. I found love, but not the road that leads to your heart. A road to those hidden secrets and that passionate amour…"

"Thoughts are taking me back in time, I remember everything. But that doesn't mean anything, when you look at me in the eyes, I really want it to last…"

Ironhide was still surprised, after all these years on Earth, just how emotional humans are and how emotional they can be. They feel so much more than his race does and it always amazed him, how such a race so small, can feel so much.

"I just want to be with you, and with my whole heart, to be with only you…"

He actually liked being driven, but not that he'd ever admit it to anyone but her. But at this time, even she couldn't understand that.

She found the destination and his scans showed him it was another human location for relaxation and spending time with other humans. A 'café'.

As she pressed the 'Engine Stop' button his alt mode had, he still wanted her to stay.

"I don't wanna run away, but I can't take it, I don't understand. If I'm not made for you, then why does my heart tell me that I am? Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?" He hoped she understood that he wanted to stay and not 'run away'.

She pressed the button that, on any other vehicle, would have turned off the radio, but not on Ironhide's.

"'Cuz I miss you, body and soul so strong that I takes my breath away. And I love you, whether it's wrong or right… you know my heart is by your side…"

She seemed as she couldn't be bothered with the radio anymore, so she ignored it. And one thing Ironhide didn't want to, is to be ignored. Not by her.

"BABY COME BACK! Any kind of fool could see, that I was wrong, and I just can't live without you…"

She was a little surprised and made a slight jump, which only made Ironhide internally smile. He would've flexed the bumper in a smiling matter, had she known who he really was.

She turned around and looked at the truck and then turned around, entering the café.

Ironhide watched her every move, but also was cautious about the surroundings. His guard and many millennia as a soldier taught him that. Always know your surroundings.

As she got into the café, he sharpened his audio receptors and moved forwards very slowly, very slightly.

It wasn't that hard focusing his audios on one conversation, but he wasn't liking the male human. 'Dalton', he said his designation was.

He started to explain to her what a BMW M550d is.

He didn't know Melissa didn't fragging care at all about that.

But he saw the way she was listening to him, it pained him that she wouldn't listen to him again in the same way. And it only showed him how much he wanted to be listened.

Ever since the incident, he had been trying to communicate with everyone else at the Autobot base as normally as possible, but even that seemed strained. Certain human guardians could understand up to a point, but that was as far as their knowledge of Ironhide and Melissa's relationship was.

He listened in to their conversation, seeing as he would ramble on about Earth vehicles and Melissa would only nod. She seemed to be bored.

Human cycles (hours) have passed, about one and a half of them.

This human Dalton was talking about his creation units, also known in human words as 'parents'.

Melissa lost hers and it wasn't right of him to speak that. But he didn't know that. He didn't know she doesn't have parents. But still, if she is not joining in the conversation, that means she refuses to discuss about it.

"And so my dad and I went fishing that day. Boy, we caught all of these crazy colored, slimy fishies, it was like, so much fun and stuff."

Ironhide listened intently on what they were talking about. She made a quiet 'mh-hm' sound, looking at her half empty glass of, what his scans showed was, juice. A liquid version of a common human nutrition.

"And the MOM came, you wouldn't believe what that woman does, and she came ON the grass in SLIPPERS! I mean come on! Isn't that funny!" he laughed hard, earning a small amount of human glances.

The boy must be crazy.

He was having a lot of fun, but Melissa wasn't. She looked through the window at the truck. Then lowered he gaze at the glass and drained it down.

She started fake laughing, just so Dalton wouldn't be embarrassed. She wasn't in the mood anymore. She is thinking about the bad memories, Ironhide can see it from the look on her face.

And he didn't like that look nor that fleshy.

He started honking, trying to get her attention, trying to get her out of there.

But no, Dalton kept on rambling about his parental units, completely ignoring Melissa's unhappy face.

Seeing as the honking didn't work at all except get him strange looks from common passers, he started flashing his headlights into the café.

It was night time, so having the headlights flashing at you was strange.

Melissa quickly noticed the headlights coming from 'her' truck and leapt to her feet, exiting the café, leaving a dumbstruck Dalton laughing at himself.

She jogged up to him, opening the door but finding absolutely nobody in it.

At least he got her out of that place and away from Dalton. She was Ironhide's and no human fleshy was going to take her away from him. No way in pit.

Dalton left some paper on the table and metal coins and left the café, catching up to Mel. She looked over the truck, but still didn't find anybody in it.

For a slight moment, Ironhide thought about turning on his holoform, making it a surprise for Melissa and Dalton. But that moment passed quickly as Dalton put a hand on her shoulder.

He would have growled at him had he not been in his alt mode. How dare he touch her? She didn't give him permission to do so.

"Is everything alright?" Dalton asked her.

"Yeah, yeah." She tiredly responded.

Ironhide checked his internal chronometer and it was telling him it was about 23h. He found a song that would at least hint on what he was trying to say. "It's too late, it's too late…"

For once, he was extremely happy Melissa could catch up on really quickly. Dalton was about to say something, Ironhide knew that, but Melissa interrupted. "You know, maybe it is late."

"I understand. Hey, I wanted to ask you something."

The frag does he want to ask now? Can't he see Melissa is tired and doesn't want to be bothered at this time?

"How about we go to a movie? I could borrow my dad's car, we can go and watch it sometime. There's a drive-in, not far from here."

Not in your life, fleshy.

Ironhide rolled his headlights soundlessly, which were thankfully turned off otherwise it would be a lightshow on the windows of the café.

"We'll set something up, look Dalton, I really got to go." She looked at him disapprovingly, slightly narrowing her eyes. Her energy levels were low, his scans showed him. If she goes into emergency recharge because of this boy, despite Optimus's orders, he is going to squish the little thing.

"Yeah, sorry." He placed his palm on her right cheek and brought his lips to her left one.

Ironhide wanted to pounce at him, run over him, offline the two-bit, one microprocessored fragging pit spawned human fraghead!

Ironhide was outraged, and by Primus's miracle managed to contain himself and not transform and recite a death threat to him.

She sat down in the driver's seat, closing the door behind her and pressed the button that turned on the engine.

"You have keyless go in the truck? That's so cool."

He could see her rolling my eyes at his stupid remark. "Goodbye, Dalton." She put the truck in reverse and backed out of the parking lot, leaving him on the parking lot. She seemed as if she couldn't care less about him at this moment.

"I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch…" he found the perfect clip. She tried to turn the radio off, but hey, it wasn't the first time it didn't work for her. She drove towards home, looking half drowsy. "Want me to… take over?"

She yawned. She was definitely more tired than his scans had shown him. Maybe he should've gone to the check-up of Rathcet's. Just to enhance his scans.

No. That's not something Ironhide would do. He hates Ratchet's check-ups.

"No, I'm driving."

Ironhide was surprised she responded, he wasn't really expecting an answer.

But it gave him a slight warm feeling in his spark that she did talk to him, knowing it or not.

But he could see she had other things on her mind.

He knew her really well, up to the point he could almost tell what she was thinking about. Of course, Ironhide was no Prowl, the most accurate body language and faceplate reader. He could tell what was on your processor right now, what happened to you in the past, how you got the scars that you are trying to hide.

Prowl was the best Second in Command. But unfortunately, he was left on Cyberton and all communication links to him were cut off or destroyed. Such a shame.

But back to Melissa, he was really interested in what she was thinking.

"Tell me, honey… what's on your mind?"

"Just, why won't anybody tell me what happened before I was shot. That's all I'm asking."

He would've sighed. It was normal that she would be asking questions. She had been asking the same ones for three months already, getting absolutely no answer in return. But Melissa wasn't anything if not headstrong. If she wanted answers she would get them.

In some aspects, it would've been great if she knew the truth about him, the Autobots, N.E.S.T. and all of the things that used to be her everyday life.

But then again, she might not take the introductions lightly. She never had. The twin fragballs, Skids and Mudflap, almost offlined her at the base, so many years ago.

But if she wanted to know the answers… he couldn't possibly change her mind. He tried to find the best 'songs' what these humans and Jazz, as an exception, liked to listen to.

"Oh, and if I could change your mind… Sometimes I think that it's better, to never ask why…"

"I mean, it's only normal for me to ask, right?" she turned on a corner and drove a little bit faster home. "I mean, we are talking about me here, and I really want to know."

So Ironhide tried to find another song, as similar as possible to what happened to her.

"You've been thunderstruck!"

His fail resounded in a cute chuckle from Mel, "No, I've been shot."

Unfortunately, Ironhide knew that and it was all his fault. "I know you… have and I'm… very happy that you're here, right now… and not up there."

"You are one crazy truck." she chuckled again and patted the console. Ironhide's spark got warm and fuzzy again.

"Thank you dear, you know I got your back." He would've added a wink, if he was in holoform.

"Um, thanks. Say, do you have a name?"

He would've easily found 'Iron' and 'hide' on the radio, but Ironhide's a soldier first, meaning orders come first as well.

"You must not know 'bout me, you must not know 'bout me…"

"No really, please tell me."

The word 'please' hit a chord and he had to find a track as closely as possible to his name. This one wasn't too far off. And he technically didn't tell her his name, so he didn't go against orders.

"I am Ironman!"

She wanted to laugh but fell silent as if thinking something through. At first Ironhide thought she remembered the name 'Ironhide', but chances were slim of that happening. Maybe he was giving away too much.

The rest of the ride went peacefully. She would sometimes hum at songs he picked out, but he wanted her to pay attention to the lyrics that were carefully selected for her.

At least this way, he is spending time with her, even if it meant driving around and trying hard not to defy orders.

Things were going to get out of hand. Ironhide knew it.

I have a question for you guys: How many of you actually know the three movies by heart? All the three movies?

I know all the three ones, do you?