Rose Petals (OP x Reader)

You are no tool!

Summary: A strange artifact is decoded which has you and the Autobot leader retrieving. However, this artifact causes more problems than you expect. You see the doubt and confusion it holds on him. What can you do that will explain that he is not a tool, a vessel of Primus?

Warning: Rated M (Violence, language, mech/human sexual content)

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You are no tool!

Your body laid upon the ground, blood running down the side of your face. The sun had started to set as the battle continued to unfold. Arcee groaned next to your side. Her optics stared at you with confusion why this all went so terribly wrong.

Blinking slowly, you tried to remember what happened, memories recalling of a certain artifact and how it affected one specific bot.

Things were quiet. Energon had been short on supply, mainly due to the small excursions the Decepticons kept causing. It wasn't them that caused the base to be unusually quiet, though. It was the result of a certain artifact that had recently been found.

You knew the Autobots had received some strange, encrypted code one day, something that bothered Optimus Prime. His optics would narrow and widen as if he should know exactly what that code meant. Most of the time, you sat upon the couch with either a book or a notepad in your lap watching as the Autobots went on patrols, scouting for energon, or doing something that you had no idea what.

Since your arrival into Team Prime, most of the Autobots took you as one of them especially the Autobot leader. Moments alone you noticed a different side of him, a gentle side. It happened that during one of these small moments you learned how he became Prime and also, how much he cared about you. Almost, as much as you cared about him.

You were sitting upon the couch when Prime broke the code and learned the location of the artifact. Something unnerved him about the artifact, though. You could see the tension in his cables, the straight line of his dermas, and narrow of his bright, blue optics. Something must have been wrong, at least with this current artifact.

Prime approached you and laid out a black servo. His optics had remained narrow, his dermas still plastered into a straight line. Every warning sign sat upon the Autobot leader, but you trusted him. He gave you no reason to fear or worry that your life might be in danger. Maybe that was your first mistake. Then again, involving your heart probably started it all.

Optimus told the coordinates to Ratchet. Ratchet tried asking why he was only going with you, but the Autobot leader said nothing. Optimus walked through the yellow and green lights with you still sitting on his servo. The coordinates opened into a small room, almost too big for the Prime.

Centered in the middle stood a strange cube completely etched out in glass. The reflections reminded you of computerized fragments that appeared once in a while. You wanted to warn Prime that this might not be a Cybertronian artifact, but his optics looked concerned, worried, something you never really seen on the Autobot leader.

Optimus sat you down on the small platform near the cube. He looked from you to the cube and then around at the room. The walls contained strange markings, some looking like the Cybertronian language you have seen on Prime while other writing looked almost ancient and non-traceable, maybe even older than them.

"The language of the Primes, "spoke Optimus as he approached the wall. He traced the symbols before looking back at the cube, again a narrow look within his optics.

"Is something wrong," you asked. Since joining the team, you have never seen the Prime like this. It confused you and worried you at the same time.

Prime approached the cube and placed his servos on both side of you. You reached out towards one and he turned that servo over to trace small circles with one finger upon your arm. These small moments made you appreciate him more.