A small gift written for me with my OC, Anna Fowler.
"Prime!" Came the familiar voice of William Fowler from the main monitor, followed by the image of the frowning Black man, "We need to talk."
The Prime looked away from the team medic Ratchet, moving with heavy, metal steps in direct view of the screen, "Yes, Agent Fowler?" His deep voice rumbled, "What seems to be the problem?"
"The problem? The problem is a squadron of soldiers saw one of your own battling a Decepticon near a human populated area. Do me a favor, and keep your battles away from small town suburbia's, ok?"
"Will do, Agent Fowler." The large Autobot nods, watching the screen until the man's image fades out, not noticing the small presence which had drawn near him.
"So, my uncle just called to yell at you again, huh?"
The Bot blinked and looked down at the human female. Annabelle, she is designated.
"No, Annabelle. Fowler's concern is warranted. Humans could have seen the battle and compromised our secrecy, or worse yet" He frowns, "been hurt in the crossfire."
She sighs, "I know my uncle cares, but I kind of wish he wouldn't be so hard on you. I mean, you are fighting the Decepticon leader, after all."
"That we are. But we are aliens on a strange planet, and Agent Fowler knows better how to handle situations among the human populous. I appreciate his advice."
She still didn't look happy, crossing her arms over her chest, "I know, but..."
"Annabelle" The Prime said gently, "It's all right." A small smile rose on his lips as he looked down at the small human with kind, blue optics.
She looked up at him, not entirely happy but glad that he didn't think bad of her uncle for his strict protectiveness over humans.
Optimus' smile fell as he glanced to the side in thought, "Annabelle" He looks back questioningly, "What did he mean by 'suburbias'?"
Anna smiled and chuckled, thinking it sweet how the powerful leader of the Autobots still had such innocent questions about human culture, before she starts to explain it to him.