Author's note:

Welcome to the ''Un'' Series!

A collection of short stories from the point of view of different Autobots (and maybe even some ''Cons), and their lives. Their secrets, their fears, their failures, their dreams, their loves, their losses, and everything in between. Catch is - every chapter must start with the prefix ''Un-''...

Generally rated K for all audiences, but some may rate a higher warning for suggestive/adult content or violence. These stories will generally be a mixed bag of emotions and scenarios. Warnings will be provided with each chapter.

If you have any requests for characters or ''Un-'' suggestions for chapters you'd like to read, please let me know and I'll do my best to make it happen.

Reviews and positive, constructive feedback are always welcome.

Enjoy the ride! 😊

P.S – I thought I had stumbled across something that had not been done before until I did a bit of researching and found a very similar concept by Reality Obscured. However, they focused on various snapshots of Jazz/Prowl relationship with words starting with ''UN-''. I will be doing so from multiple characters viewpoints not just those two. So, not as original as I thought, but building upon the wonderful concept by that author. You might like to check their work out if you haven't already done so. Credit to them for the initial idea. 😊 If there is anyone else out there who has already done this too, and I just haven't found your work, credit to you too!

Usual legal jargon... I don't own Transformers, the characters therein or anything affiliated with them, just my OC - OC :-)

Chapter 1 – ''Unnamed''

Prime and my OC (Orianna Connors)

I could not quite work out what it was.

Everyone expected me to have all the answers, all the time. Even I pressured myself to have a good gauge on most situations, know what was happening, how everyone felt, what was the best response. I was ''The Prime,'' it was a part of the title and – for the most part – something I took very seriously, almost too seriously sometimes. However, lately, something had changed. Something I could not quite understand. I could not even say what it was for certain. All I knew was I felt different.

''Hey Optimus!'' a female voice broke into my silent reverie. ''Penny for your thoughts?''

I found myself only just managing to contain a slight start at the sudden and unexpected intrusion and the feeling that tore through me at the sound of that voice. I shuttered my optics as I turned about to focus on the figure that casually approached me, blissfully unaware of the curious effect she seemed to have on me. I managed to send her a small smile, ''Hello Orianna, how are you today?''

She laughed; the sound sent a wave of happiness surging through me. ''Optimus! How many times have I told you, you can call me OC just like everyone else you know. It's so bloody formal when you call me ''Orianna.'' It's been over a year since I met you, I think we are on nickname basis here.'' She shook her head, her laughter dissipating but her smile remained. ''Sounds like I'm in trouble or something when you say my name like that!''

She had navigated her way across the open, sandy beach near the Med Bay and came to stand a short distance away from me. I felt a small laugh rumble up from chest in reply as I carefully lowered myself to be nearer to her. ''My apologies Ori –'' she raised an eyebrow at me and placed her hands on her hips, ''OC. I shall do my best to refrain from using your official designation. Though I do confess, I do not know why you dislike it so much. I think it is a lovely name.'' As soon as the words left my dermas, I felt a heat spread across my faceplates, though thankfully she would not have noticed. /Had Rachet been around though../.

She lowered her hands off her hips and shook her head at me before coming over to stand beside my right pede. ''Probably 'cause it kinda sounds a bit like your own original name – Orion. Had you thought of that?'' This time she folded her arms across her chest as she sent me a sly smile.

I paused a moment, titled my helm to the side as I processed her words before I returned my focus to her. ''You know OC, perhaps you are right. I had not considered that possibility before.''

She gave a small snort, ''Well, I find that hard to believe! ''The Great Optimus Prime'' failed to notice something!''

I felt a small amount of embarrassment ripple through me at her praise, even though it was wrapped in a slightly mocking tone. /She thinks I am ''Great''?/. I once again set my optics upon her form. OC was small, even by human standards reaching only 5'5''. She had long black hair, hints of red shone through it in the sunlight, and the strands fell about her lightly freckled face. Though she was considered middle aged in her species, there was a vitality and presence about her. I found myself drawn to her eyes. They were deep brown with flecks of gold in them and they held a fierceness and yet a gentleness that I found – intriguing. Presently, they were locked onto my optics and shone with mischief.

''Anyway, you didn't answer my question Optimus.'' Her full lips once again curved into a playful grin.

I almost shook my helm as I found my thoughts wandering. ''Ah, I'm sorry OC? What was your question?'' A small part of me cringed at my lack of composure and recollection.

''I asked you; ''Penny for your thoughts?'' She shifted on her feet and once again reached out and lightly tapped the metal plating on my pede.

Her touch. It felt both warm, and cold. Though it was fleeting and minute her hand being so small, I could not dismiss how it made me feel. /How strange?/. Lennox had given me a rough pat of comradery after engaging in battle with the Decepticons, as had Epps. Even Mikaela had brushed her hand against my metal plating either by accident or as a quick thanks for keeping Sam safe. Apart from my initial registering of contact, I felt nothing untoward and yet, with this femme – I felt something. I just couldn't work out what it was. I shuttered my optics and sent her a brief smile. ''Oh, they are nothing of interest OC. I assure you.''

My spark twisted in its casing as I felt the lie leave my dermas. I despised lying and yet here I was, manipulating the truth to protect myself. /What? You really think telling her what was going through your processor would have been a logical and wise thing to do?/ my own thoughts mocked me.

''So, boring old Primely duty type thoughts then? Like duty rosters, battle strategies and inventory?'' She cast me another teasing smile and again, that wave of – something – rippled through me.

I felt my dermas curve up into a slight answering smile of my own. ''Well to be honest OC, I usually task Jazz, Ironhide or even Rachet with drawing up duty rosters…''

''Because your time is already so preoccupied with a myriad of other inane issues, that they can help shoulder the load, right?'' OC questioned.

I gave a small chuckle at her line of thought. ''Something like that OC.'' I tore my gaze away from her for a moment to look out over the calm ocean as its small waves languidly lapped against the shoreline. It really was beautiful here and I found myself thankful to have a place to once again call ''home''. I turned back to look at her, my optics shining, ''there has not been a need for battle strategies of late, thank Primus, and I completed an inventory check just yesterday with Rachet and Jazz.''

OC nodded her head in understanding and turned to look at the beach beneath her feet, kicking a pile of sand with her toe before she crouched down to rake her fingers gently through the soft sand. ''So, you were thinking of some other Primely duties then? Right?'' She squinted one eye at me as she looked up at me and the sun shone down on her face.

I nodded my helm slowly as I once again began to study this woman. ''Something like that OC.'' I watched transfixed as her hands continued to move through the sand, almost caressing it as she nonchalantly made patterns and marks. I found myself almost wishing I could feel that touch of her hand on my face, my servo, my chest – anywhere. This sudden burning need to have her touch me in that same tender, gentle way, took me by utter surprise. I rose to my pedes as I tried to banish the odd thought and put some physical distance between us.

''You know, I love this beach Prime.'' OC abandoned the sand and stood to her feet once more, rubbing her hands together to rid them of the gritty sand. She looked up towards me and smiled brightly. ''And I love spending time with you here too. I love having our chats out here under the stars of a night-time.'' OC's cheeks began to flush slightly, and I noticed her heart rate increased. Her voice dropped slightly as though what she was about to say was a secret. ''It's my favourite thing to do here.'' She looked away a moment as she dipped her head, seeming to take a keen interest in the sand once more.

For a moment I did not know what to say and I shifted on my pedes as I prepared to reply to her comment.

''HEY OPTIMUS!'' Jazz's voice shattered the moment between OC. Although a small part of me felt relief as I did not know quite what to say, a small part of me was irritated at the intrusion into this moment between us, and I fought back a flash of annoyance. ''Ya wanted at Hanger 1. Lennox requests ya presence for anotha meetin' with Morshower over possible Decepticon sightin's and activity in Egypt.''

I felt my shoulders slump as the weight of what this possibly meant began to settle upon me once again. ''Very well Jazz. I am on my way.''

My Second nodded his helm in reply and, spotting the female at my pedes, he smiled at OC and waved, ''Hey'a OC! How's it hangin'?''

OC smiled back and waved, ''Yeah not bad Jazz. Just having a chat with Prime here.''

A small smile spread across Jazz's dermas. ''Well sorry fa interruptin' your conversation, but I need ta steal him away for a moment. I promise I'll send him back ta ya as soon as I can.'' He gave OC a wink.

OC laughed out loud, ''No worries Jazz and I'd appreciate that. Poor old Prime could use a few moments of peace around here from all the pressures of dealing with you lot and the bloody governments of different countries!'' She looked up at me and winked.

My spark pulsed again, and that same feeling swept over me. /What IS this feeling?/.

''Hey! I take offense ta that comment. We're not that hard ta deal with, are we Prime?'' Jazz sent us a mock look of indignation.

OC shook her head slowly, ''Nah, course not Jazz. Only on days ending in ''y''. Her lips quirked up into a teasing smile.

My deep voice rumbled in reply. ''I believe the humans have a saying Jazz something like, ''I plead the fifth''. My dermas curved into a wry smile as I took in Jazz's expression and I began to walk towards my chagrined 2IC.

Turning away from my Second, I paused and looked back at OC again. ''My apologies OC for the interruption to our conversation. Perhaps you would be willing to continue it later tonight under our stars?'' My smile broadened. ''I too enjoy our chats and, as you rightly pointed out, it is nice to have a break from the many pressures of being a Prime.''

OC beamed up at me and chuckled, ''Sounds good to me Prime, I'll catch ya later. Have fun!''

I nodded my helm towards her, taking the sight of her in once more. The image of her standing in the sunlight against the ocean as she smiled brilliantly up at me, was burned into my processor.

I turned and proceeded to follow Jazz to Hanger 1, my thoughts racing. /Whatever this is I am feeling, this unnamed emotion - and I have a feeling I don't want to name it - is not only NOT going to go away but every moment I spend with her, around her, it simply gets stronger/. Before I could check myself, a sigh escaped my dermas.

''Ya okay Optimus?'' Jazz glanced up at me with concerned optics. ''I'm sorry I disturbed ya.''

I quickly shook my helm. ''I'm fine Jazz, thank you for your concern. There is nothing wrong with me.'' He simply nodded and we continued to walk the short distance in silence.

But deep down I knew there was something wrong. Something within me was changing. Something I could not quite understand. I could not even say what it was for certain. All I knew was I felt different. All because of a human woman.

In the relative safety of my own thoughts, I allowed her name to wash over me - through me. /Orianna/.