A/N: So here's the dealio: I want to turn this into a 50 drabbles type thing, but I need your guys' help. I probably won't be able to think of ideas after a while, so if you all don't mind and if you'd like to, leave an idea in the comments for a drabble. It just has to be a single subject like, say, boobs and I will see what I can do. I'd greatly appreciate the help! Now here's the next drabble! R&R. Enjoy!

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Red

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Cade and Optimus had been driving home from a robotics convention that Joshua had invited Cade to (because, as Joshua put it, "If I have to sit through three days of geek-nerd-robotic hell and bear witness to these pathetic losers creaming their pants over the latest innovations, you're suffering through it with me." And after Cade had told him that he'd be paying for all of it, it was a done deal, so he had to go) when it happened.

Since transformers were still feared and hated by a vast majority of the planet's population – and still hunted by a small fraction of rogue former CIA agents – Optimus had remained in his vehicle mode for most of the convention. He had used his holoform many times, mostly so, as he put it, 'keep an eye on Joyce', but for the most part, he was a truck. His normal, badass, totally wicked and awesome truck form garnered a lot of adoration from passersby, onlookers, and fellow drivers – even though Cade wasn't even driving; Optimus was since he was, well, the truck. It had been a little hard to explain why he was driving around in a vehicle that was designed to haul trailers, but Cade had managed to get by.

Anyway, along the way from California – where the convention was held – Optimus had stopped at a gas station to let Cade use the restroom. Once he was finished, he stepped outside and that was when it happened. That was when he saw it: some young, punk-ass kid was stroking Optimus' hood, admiring the paint job and design.

His blood began to boil, he began to see red and before Cade could think, he marched across the parking lot and pushed the punk up against the nearest vehicle, one that wasn't Optimus.

"What do you think you're doin', huh, kid?" he had practically snarled. His hand was fisted in the jerk's shirt and he was holding him a good couple of inches off of the ground. Cade didn't give two shits, though. No strange jackass was going to stroke his transformer without his permission, and Cade never gave his permission.

"I…I…I," the punk stammered, his eyes wide with fear, his feet trying to kick for stable ground. Too bad there wasn't any, considering Cade had his ass in the air and pressed up against a car.

"You were touching my damn truck," Cade growled, getting right in his face, his eyes narrowed and looking just as intimidating and dangerous as he wanted them to be.

"I…I…wuh-wuh-wuh," the kid could barely speak. It was wonder that he hadn't pissed himself yet.

"You were. Don't you lie to me, you little snot-nosed punk," Cade snapped and slammed the punk against the car harder, keeping him held up and pinned. He must have been in his early twenties, but he was a short fucker with bad acne and horrible smelling breath. Hell, Tessa was taller than him!

"I…was…? I…I'm…I'm," the kid was shaking and Cade really did wonder if he just might pee himself.

"You're sorry?" Cade questioned him. The punk nodded vigorously. "That's right. You better be sorry. Didn't your parents tell you not to touch things that didn't belong to you?"

"Yeh-yeh-yeah," the kid managed to let out.

"Then maybe you should listen to their advice, because it might just save your damn life someday, punk," Cade growled. "That truck is a badass lookin' truck, I know. Wanna know how I know? 'Cause it's mine. Mine. Not yours. And you'd better remember that the next time I come around, 'cause if you don't, I'm gonna pull your head out through your damn ass, ya hear me?"

The kid nodded once more and Cade released him. He watched as the punk ran away, tearing it out of the parking lot like a bat outta hell. Without a second thought or glance, Cade pulled himself up into Optimus' cab and quickly shut the door. Only once he was inside did he calm himself and allow him to breathe.

"Cade, that was unnecessary," Optimus told him, his voice gentle, understanding, yet slightly reprimanding. Cade suddenly felt guilty. Not for bullying the kid, but for letting Optimus down.

"I'm sorry, Optimus," he said and he leaned his forehead against the steering wheel. "I just…didn't like how he looked when he was…y'know…touching you. It must sound stupid to you…"

"No, it is not stupid or anything of the sort," Optimus said as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road. "I, too, have felt such urges when I see others around you. So, you are not alone."

Cade smiled and stroked the dash lovingly. No matter what the situation was, Optimus always made him feel like everything he did, good or bad, was okay – because it was a part of life and learning and experiencing everything there was to experience.

"I love you, Optimus Prime," he said.

"And I you, Cade Yeager," Optimus replied. "But do not terrorize young humans like that again." Cade huffed out a soft laugh.

"As long as they keep their paws off of you, I will," he replied.

"Then next time, I will ensure that no strange human will do so," Optimus said.

No longer seeing red and with his anger all but gone, Cade enjoyed the rest of the trip home, knowing that he had nothing to fear in the end.