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"You're dismissed."
Optimus sat on the medical berth, watching the recording from a panel on his arm. Elita sat at his left, resting her helm against his shoulder-pad while Jetfire was at his right, a pede up on the berth as well with an arm draped over it, the two also watching the recording. The commanders and Prime left the room, leaving Elita and Jetfire alone, and they padded towards the table. He closed out at that moment, lowering his arm. They stayed silent for a few moments.
"So," the flier said, breaking the silence, "what do you think?"
Optimus didn't speak, but his faceplates showed that he was thinking. He was unsure. He clasped his servos together, one pede tapping as he thought.
"I... I'm honestly not sure." He admitted, sighing, "I feel that we shouldn't be provoking the Decepticons, but we're risking so much if we do nothing."
"It's okay if you can't choose a side." Elita said, lifting her helm from his shoulder-pad, "I doubt Red Alert would let you go on this mission with us."
"Not like you would allow him to, anyways." Jetfire said.
The smallest Autobot nodded at the Seeker. Optimus didn't respond to what the two commanders said, looking at the ground. Elita looked down at her arm, a steady beep coming from it. She looked up at the red and blue Autobot.
"I have to go." She informed, "Chromia and I need to get with the rest of the Unit to discuss a plan."
Optimus finally looked up, nodding. The reddish-orange Autobot smiled at him, giving him a hug. He hugged her back, resting his chin on top of her helm and smiling to himself. They backed out of the embrace, and Elita left the infirmary. Once the door closed, Jetfire huffed humorously. The red and blue Autobot looked over at him, confused.
"What are you laughing at?" He asked.
"Sorry, I wasn't trying to." The flier said, calming and smirking, "You and Elita are cute."
Optimus felt his faceplates heat up, partly out of embarrassment. His battlemask clicked into place to hide his faceplates, turning away from his friend. Jetfire chuckled at his reaction.
"Shh!" The red and blue Autobot hissed.
"Sorry, sorry." The commander said, patting his friend's back, "I'm done laughing, I promise."
Optimus turned back around, elbows propped up on his knees and faceplates cupped in his servos. After a moment, he looked back up, battlemask still over his faceplates.
"Honestly, I felt this connection with her ever since I first met her." He started to explain, "It was like we weren't strangers. I don't exactly remember who she was, but no matter who we used to be to each other, I know that I... love her, now."
"Well, you were lovers." Jetfire said, sighing.
The red and blue Autobot looked up at him, taken aback. His friend just said that he and Elita loved each other, until his -- Orion's -- death forced them apart. Optimus shook his helm, slouching again. They sat in silence for a long while, unsure what to talk about now. Jetfire stood up, gaining the other's attention.
"I have to go." The flier said, "Commander's duties."
Optimus nodded in understanding. The taller started out of the infirmary, and once the doors slid closed, he was all alone again. He lied down on the medical berth and retracted his battlemask, staring unblinkingly at the ceiling, with nothing to do but think. After what felt like vorns later, the door slid open. Optimus didn't sit up to look, though he heard the Cybertronian humming as they walked passed. He saw Ratchet walk pass the berth, staring ahead as he hummed softly, medical items and spare parts in his arms. He sorted them out into their respective piles, and then walked away. The door closed, and Optimus was left in silence. It would happen a few more times — excluding the two checkups from Red Alert — and each time he was left alone, his processor would drift. He mostly thought about what Jetfire had said about himself and Elita. "Well, you were lovers" kept replaying in his processor over and over again. Red Alert would come in to check on Optimus once more, as well as deliver good news.
"Well Optimus, your systems appear to be functioning properly." The medic said, scrolling through a datapad, "You're free to go."
The red and blue Autobot, who was sat up now, slowly rose to his pedes. He nodded to the medic, and left the infirmary. Optimus started walking down the hallway, toward where his cabin was.
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Transformers: New Generation -- Pt 1
General Fiction{Book 1: The Age of War} [COMPLETED] Optimus felt like a nobody -- he was just an Autobot, serving the cause like any other good soldier. However, one secret, held by his mentor, would make him so much more than a nobody. He will learn that soon eno...
