A/N: I am slowly running out of drabble ideas, so if you have one that I haven't posted yet, let me know! Here's the next drabble. R&R. Enjoy!
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Knight
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Cade had always thought that Optimus had looked incredible. Amazing. Unbelievable. He was, after all, a giant robot alien from another planet; that in and of itself was pretty darn awesome. But it wasn't until after Optimus had scanned that big rig while on the run from the CIA and Lockdown that Cade had seen how mistaken he had been. Even decrepit and wounded, Optimus had looked strong and imposing. Afterwards though, when he had reformed his truck mode and had gotten a brand new paint job, Optimus looked….
Words could not describe him. He looked badass. Cade knew it, Shane, that damn leprechaun, knew it, Tessa knew it, and the Autobots knew it. And that was when he was just in his truck mode. When he transformed into his robotic form, though, he looked like a knight. That was far more impressive than anything Cade had ever seen. Remembering it now, three years later, Cade could still feel the awe and wonder that he felt that same day. It had truly been a marvelous sight. Seeing Optimus now, still looking like a knight while in his robot form, left Cade speechless and breathless.
But Optimus didn't just look like a knight; he was one. He had told Cade so himself. Alongside the Dinobots and a few other transformers who had long since passed, Optimus had been a knight and was still a knight. Aside from being brave and willing to go into battle at a moment's notice, Optimus was honorable and had values and morals that few nowadays, humans included, had. It was a breath of fresh air to Cade. No one around their small parish town was like Optimus, and when in his holoform, Optimus received a lot of suggestive looks that would have made Cade jealous had he not known better. However, he had nothing to worry about or fear; he was Optimus' spark mate and that was not something the leader of the Autobots took lightly.
All in all, even years after their first meeting, Optimus Prime was still the knight he had always been. That, Cade was confident, would never change.
"What are you thinking about, Cade?" Optimus said as he sat down beside Cade on the small swing that they kept on the back porch.
Cade sipped his tea – he had never been a heavy drinker and he had all but stopped when Optimus questioned him after a particularly bad day when he had first come back to Earth – and gazed out at the field. The sun was setting now and it put a golden yellow tint on everything as far as the eye could see. This was why Cade loved living here and why he would never leave; the peace and quiet and beauty was enough to draw you in and keep you there until your dying day.
"You being my knight in shining armor," Cade replied.
"Cade, I have told you that my being a knight is a serious matter. You should not joke so casually about it. It will lose all of its meaning and purpose," Optimus said softly, sounding slightly hurt. Cade turned to him, his expression serious; he hadn't been joking.
"I wasn't joking, Optimus," he reassured him. "You really are my knight. Mine and no one else's. A real, honest to God knight."
Optimus smiled at him then and his holoform body relaxed.
"I am glad to hear that you were being serious," he said. "And I hope to continue being one for as long as I can. We may no longer be what we once were, but there are still a few of us left."
"Yeah, well, I'm glad you're one of them," Cade told him sincerely.
And he had meant it. Optimus Prime was a knight, after all. Both physically and mentally. Officially and unofficially. And he was Cade's knight. Cade's and no one else's, and that was all that mattered.