I Fell in Love with an Alien Robot?

What Do I Do?

I walk into my space to sit down and adjust my thoughts. Okay. It's gonna be okay. We're overreacting. We're overwhelmed. Okay, just breathe.

Agent Fowler has been trying to contact me all day, but I've been ignoring him. There's nothing to report about to him anyway. Not like I've been doing my "job" properly anyway. I see no reason to be alert around them. They're just doing their best in a place they have no experience in. What business do I have to uproot what they've created here? Why would I do that? Just because some prissy government higherups have their panties in a bunch? That's kind of uncool to be honest. 

I hadn't realized how quickly the day passed until I looked at my clock. It's 9:50. There I go again. I stretch a bit before hoping out of my chair. I didn't bother with my usual night routine. I wanted nothing more than to fall onto my bed and sleep. I get into my pajamas and throw myself under the covers, ready for the relief of unconsciousness. 

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I could not stop myself from walking around the base. I was, how humans would say, restless. Something felt incomplete about today, but I could not place it. As I walked, I approached Y/N's quarters. I thought nothing of it and was about to pass by completely until I heard strange noises coming from there. I stopped. Curiosity got the better of me as a turned to peek inside. She was asleep. Perhaps she was having a nightmare. I began to walk away once more. 

"Optimus..." I stopped again. Did she see me? Did she hear me? The noises persisted. Was she having a nightmare about me? 

"No... Stop." I went back to look at her. Did she wake up? No. She's still asleep. Humans talk in their sleep? Interesting. Perhaps I should leave.

"Optimus~. Please~." I should leave. If I stay, I fear I won't be able to go. I swiftly vacated the area. Something about the atmosphere felt heavy. I could not quite describe the feeling. What is this?

~~

My alarm slowly brought me back to life the next morning. I wanted to keep sleeping but what's the point in doing that? I got out of bed and waddled to the bathroom. Yikes, I should have put my hair in a bonnet last night. I grab my brush and fix the bird nest on my head. I can't believe I had another dream like that. I'm just glad I didn't randomly wake up. I wouldn't want to run into anyone. My phone started ringing. I guess Fowler isn't too keen on me ignoring him. 

"Hello?" I say in the most nonthreatening way possible.

"Now, I know you have not been ignoring my calls!" Yep. Figured. 

"Not ignoring per se, just not finding anything to report. I wouldn't wanna waste your precious time with nothing to report, now, would I?" I heard him grumble on the other end which told me I won that argument. 

"I'm sorry, Fowler, there's just nothing much going on here to report. These guys pretty much keep to themselves. I think it's kind of useless to keep tabs on them when there is a clear and very present opposition to them... AKA the Decepticons." I didn't even bother to hear what he wanted to say as I hung up. Hopefully that gets him off my back for a while. As much as I love my job, he makes it more overbearing. 

I wondered if I should do anything in the city today. I doubt too much will be happening around here. 

"Y/N." The suddenness of Optimus's appearance jolted me. 

"Pardon me, I did not mean to frighten you."

"O-Oh, it's no worries! I just wasn't expecting you. I was in my head, so I wasn't very present to notice." Goodness, how does he keep scaring me? 

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" I took a minute to consider his question. What would he possibly want to ask me?

"Sure. What's up?" I put away some clothes I folded earlier. 

"Do humans talk in their sleep?" Huh, that's an interesting question.

"Umm, yeah? I mean, sometimes? It depends. I don't really know how to answer this. Pardon me. I'm not that much help with this one. Did something happen to make you curious?"

"Yes, actually." Him pausing made me extra suspicious because he almost never pauses unless there was information he was purposefully withholding. 

"Um, if you don't wanna talk about it, I will understand." I saw his optics dart quickly to the left before returning to my direction. 

"No. I want to talk about this. I brought it up after all. I just do not want to make things awkward between us when I bring this up."

"Awkward? How would you make things awkward between us?" 

"It is because you were the reason that prompted me to ask this question." Oh? ... Oh. Oh?!

"Oh? How so?" I'm not sure if I want this answer. 

"I walked past your living quarters last night and I heard you speaking but you were asleep." Oh. Oh, that's what he means. Ah, scrap, I'm talking in my sleep now? Great. 

"Oh, I see. Well, that certainly doesn't make anything awkward. I don't know where you got that idea from." 

"I am glad that I did not make things awkward. This is wonderful news. Our last conflict put me a bit on edge. I do not wish to feel like I cannot talk to you about things like this. I am more comfortable coming to you about these things than anyone else." He... He is? O-Oh...

"Oh... I'm glad that you feel like you can talk to me about these things." What? Why me? Oh, gosh. That made my heartbeat quicken. 

"Look, Optimus. You don't have to worry about making things awkward. Trust me when I say that you could never do that." I saw him smile a bit and that's when I knew my words got to him. 

"Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate your honesty." My goodness, heart, shut the heck up! I don't want him to be suspicious of my heart rate. 

"Yeah. You're welcome." Okay, so, please leave. I can't keep doing this. This is madness. This wouldn't work. It could never work. Why would I even think about it? Goodness gracious. 

"I will take my leave. I hope to see you later today." 

"Yeah. Sure." It felt like I was holding my breath. Every cell in my body wanted to scream. But I think I'm hiding it well. When he finally walked away, every tense muscle in my body relaxed. This is unhealthy. Why am I acting like this? I mean, sure. He's kind, cares for his autobots, and just wants to protect them. Sure, those are admirable traits, but like that's about it. It can't go any further than that. Sure, his voice is kinda deep... And it really commands respect and attention... And m-maybe it's nice to hear him talk. I could listen to him talk all day. I wouldn't care what he was talking about... Uh, I mean. Wait, what do I mean? Gah, it doesn't matter!

I need to take my mind off this nonsense! I know I could never tell him. I mean, what would it even accomplish? Absolutely nothing! I can't compromise our relationship like that. It's ridiculous for me to even consider there being even a sliver of a chance. I looked over to where I keep my car keys. Maybe a quick lil drive will clear things up.