Optimus Prime (TFP) x reader | Autobot

Optimus POV

I slowly walked back to my room. I had just returned from a patrol and was a little tired. Before I had gone to my room, I checked in with Ratchet. Ever since (y/n)'s capture, we had been searching for her. We had alerts set up for if we ever got a signal from her. So far, nothing. No kind of message from her. We had gotten a few messages from Megatron, including videoes of the Decepticons interrogating (y/n). Only Ratchet and I knew of those transmissions, not wanting to worry the team.

I sighed as I began to settle down for recharging. As I closed my optics, the door of my room opened.

"Optimus!"

I looked up to see Ratchet standing in the doorway with a panicked expression.

"Ratchet? What is it?"

"We've got a signal from (y/n)."

I quickly got up and followed Ratchet. Looking up at the large screen, I saw that the medic's words were true. We were getting a clear signal from (y/n). She was singing, giving us a sign that she was alive.

I felt relief fill me as I heard her voice. I knew that she was doing alright, or at least as far as I knew. Part of me wanted to continue to listen to (y/n) sing but I knew we had to find her.

"Ratchet, can you track it?" I questioned, not taking my optics off the screen.

"Of course."

Hang in there, (y/n). We'll get you out of there.