Pairing: Bayverse Optimus Prime/Mikaela Banes

Rating: Teen

Details/Themes: Trent bashing, possessive Optimus

The college she went to wasn't much, primarily because she couldn't afford anything over a community college and her grades were never the best. This didn't deter the Autobots from considering her the greatest mechanic of their base. What was surprising to her was that the college actually let a bone-head like Trent inside considering his grades had always been terrible and he didn't even really go to the college to learn, he just used it as a way to get free tuition and find girls. He apparently still wanted her most.

Usually this would have been dismissed but ever since being among Sam and the Autobots, her standards were raised. It annoyed her how often he tried to hook up with her even when she was preparing to drive the patient Optimus back to base. She attempted as much as possible to keep him from climbing in for she knew the Autobot Leader was not a fan of the bully though the Cybertronian hid his anger well. Then one day, Trent managed to get on her last nerve…with a price.

"Hey sweetheart, you heading home so soon? If you want I can take you back in my hummer? I got her all tuned up with a pristine coat of matte black paint just for you."

Mikaela opened the flame-covered cab door and gave a fake smile, "That's very sweet of you but I'd rather not. I need to bring this bad boy home at a certain time or he becomes moody."

Trent raised a brow, "You call it a 'he'?"

"He's my baby. He's all a girl needs," Mikaela cooed as she stroked the wheel covering.

"Gee, Mika, I think you need a real man to take care of you. This old piece of shit," the ex-jock tapped the hood of the Peterbilt, "even primed with décor isn't right for a lady. A man should be behind the wheel anyway."

She tried her best not to grind her teeth but part of her mouth couldn't help but frown and she wasn't the only one becoming agitated. Faint mechanical whispers clicking and rumbling through the stereo told her that Optimus was not pleased. She didn't even bat an eye when Trent sidestepped quickly after receiving a small static shock from said hood.

"Ow, your baby doesn't seem to like me," the man laughed.

Suddenly, the hood of the truck popped open which made Trent jump. He looked at Mikaela then at the semi open hood. Curiosity got the better of him when he lifted the steel snout to see state of the art internal components shining newer than his own hummer's did. It even had a beautiful Cummins ISX15 silver engine. As he gazed in awe, one of his hands cupped the seam of where the hood connected to and Mikaela shook her head. The hood flipped back over before Trent realized it moved and instantly caught his hand not hard enough to injure it but to cause enough pain to make the man scream. As quick as it happened, it released him just as fast making him reel back to cradle his hand.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Mikaela said and she rushed to his side.

"Y-yeah, yeah, I'm fine! It's…ah…it's just a bruise."

"I can take you to the hospital to make sure you didn't break anything."

Trent somewhat smiled, "You would? I-I mean it's better to be sure, I guess."

On the way to the hospital across town, Trent occasionally peered at Mikaela as she drove. He carefully examined her up and down noticing she never lost her gracious physique. What he would give to have that body back. The cold air vent he rested his swollen hand on instantly turned hot and he winced, taking his eyes off his girl and shaking his hand slightly.

"Trent, what are you doing?"

He scowled, "Me? It's not me, it's your stupid truck-"

The seat lurched forward and bashed the jock's head against the dashboard, causing said jock to freeze and place a hand on his forehead in surprise.

"What the fuck!? What is wrong with-Mikaela, is this some sort of sick prank?"

The brakes of the semi slammed down, sending poor Trent into the dashboard again groaning. He turned towards Mikaela who gave a sheepish grin after holding up both of her hands when immediately the radio's tuner began turning on its own. Several stations blurred together making a demonic sound. When he noticed Mikaela had placed her legs on top the center seat, he grew panicked. The cab jerked forward then halted, rushed forward again then stopped over and over as Trent began to cry out in fear.

After a minute, everything became motionless and eerily silent. The truck's engine no longer roared; the radio no longer chattered incoherently. Trent gripped the handle above the passenger door as if his life depended on it. Slowly, he met Mikaela's equally shocked gaze.

"I-is your t-truck…possessed?" The man whimpered.

Mikaela stared at him with a sudden calmness, "He doesn't like it when people try to play with me. He becomes very jealous."

Trent opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a low baritone voice emitting from all points of the cab. His horror was Mikaela's humor. "Stay away from her."

The passenger door the terrified man leaned against swung open hastily, making Trent fall onto the asphalt below. When he scurried to try and get back up to run, the door hit his ass hard enough to push him back down before shutting abruptly. They watched as Trent fled down the sidewalk nearly clipping a car in the process.

"Good boy! He's not going to bother me again, is he?" Mikaela smirked, petting the Prime's dashboard distractingly.

If Optimus could grin in vehicle mode, his grill would be in the shape of a crescent moon. "Nope."

AN: Oh yeah, Optimus is kind most of the time but I don't think he's the angel we think he is. This was a lot funnier in my head at one point.