Blood, Guts, and Transformers (Sam Witwicky X Reader)

Veritas Lux Mea

Will was weary around the new transformer, Custos's glowing green optics unsettling to him. While Will was glad that (Y/n) was going to have even more protection than he could offer her, Will didn't know how to feel about the old Cybertronian. Currently, Custos was sitting within a circle of the Autobots, Optimus's optics watching Custos with interest and familiarity.

"It's been a very long time, friend."

Custos chuckled, shaking his head as he crossed his arms.

"That, it has been. It's been what, three or seven hundred stellar cycles?"

Optimus chuckled and Custos shook his head. Optimus crossed his arms as Custos said.

"Hell, ya knew me when I was Cortus...and when I knew you as Orion Pax."

"Those were old times, Custos."

Custos laid his head back and shrugged.

"Can't let me reminisce, can you?"

Optimus shrugged, and Will couldn't help but ask.

"Wait, you know this guy?"

Optimus nodded

"When Cybertron was still a mighty empire, Custos, who was known as Cortus, was a colleague of mine at Iacon. We worked together there until I was made into Optimus Prime. When Megatron began the Great War, Cortus had decided to fight alongside the autobots. He saved my life. From that day on, we called him Custos, which is, indeed, Latin for 'guardian'."

"How did you guys know these languages?"

Ratchet replied, blinking at Will.

"We had come here way before you might think we did. We've learned many languages over the years. Nevertheless, it is easy to download a language into our processors nowadays."

Will was awestruck. He had no idea about any of this, and he was lying if he said he didn't want to learn more. Will looked at Custos and remembered.

"You said you were conscious a lot of the time that your body was dead, right?"

Custos nodded, immediately getting defensive.

Kind of like someone he knew.

"Most of the time. What of it, bub?"

Will rolled his eyes but asked.

"You mind telling me what all those weapons were doing in the trunk?"

Custos glared at Will and snapped at him.

"Listen, glitch. I don't have to tell you a damn thing about what was with me and what wasn't. I don't care if you've been doing everything you can to treat (Y/n) right. My family is none of your concern."

Will widened his eyes and backed up, hands in the air.

"Hey, man. I'm just asking for government reasons. If you see it from my view: having that many guns and shit like that...it doesn't look good on a guy."

Custos replied.

"Dean Winchester is a great man. The greatest man I ever had the pleasure of being the Guardian of. He's done more things for the greater good of this world than you will ever know. Don't ever write him off like that in my presence again, bub, or it's the canon."