There's no one in the cosmos like you (Optimus Prime x Reader) (ON HOLD)

chapter 4

Your POV (•-•)

Well, I'm sitting on a giant medical bed. Telling the story of my life to some robots I barely know while I got scanned by, now known as, Ratchet.
How's y'alls life going?
“oh, uh.... Optimus, you might want to see this.” I cocked my head,
“what's wrong?” they ignored me, I got a bitch face and opened my wings landing in front of them and staring at the computer-thing,

“(y/n), could you get do-”,

“what's ‘dark Energon’?” I asked,

“how could you read that, it's in Cybertronian text?” I shrugged, “I just read it, I don't know how.” I saw Ratchets Nike-brows furrow, “this is very confusing, but if you can read Cybertronian Text that means at least one of your parents must be a Cybertronian, and yet you have Dark Energon running through your veins,” he starts pacing, “and there is only one bot known alive to have Dark Energon within their pipes, and that's- no, no, no, no, no, how can that- I need a sample of your blood.” my head jerked up to stare at him with furrowed brows, “why?” he huffed impatiently, “it's for a theory.” he slid a gurney over in front of me with his pede while he grabbed a needle (human sized) and he transformed, he was an orange and white ambulance, the back of the emergency vehicle opened and out walked a man with white hair that has an orange streak running from his right temple to the ends of his hair, a handsome face with worry lines and faint crows feet near his eyes, speaking of his eyes they were a bright electric blue set into a pair of sharp eyes, thin metal rimmed rectangle glasses framed his eyes, he wore a white lab coat with a red button up and dark gray slacks, I looked him up and down while blushing a little bit, "uhhhh." he held up a needle, "it's still me, (y/n)." I blushed more but now out of embarrassment.

Ratchet grabbed my arm, put on the arm pincher and inserted the needle, it pinched, he didn't even warn me.

He took about two tubes of blood, "alright, I have what I need." a cotton ball was placed on top of the needle to catch any excess blood that seeped out, he pulled out the needle and put a bandage over the cotton ball, he walked over the his alt mode and climbed into the back before transforming back into his bipedal mode, he pulled out the blood tubes, took some form of Cybertronian syringe and transferred my blood into something that looked like a petri dish, slid it into some kind of machine and turned it on, layer after layer of data passed over the screen before something was selected, and it showed a transformer that was very spiky along his shoulders and his head looked like an upsidedown bucket “by the Allspark, I don't believe my optics, Optimus, you need to see this.” I watched Optimus walk over to the computer before furrowing my eyebrows, “what's wrong?" Optimus’ optics widened before he looked down at me then back to the hologram, “I, too, am in shock at the results.” I got off the gurney only to stomp my foot on the cement flooring, making a small crack appear, “dammit, somebody tell me something, or I'm going to break something!” I yelled, ice quickly slinking across the floor until it was two yards in diameter, “by the Allspark, (y/n), stop making ice!” Ratchet yelled at me, I was jolted back into reality,  “sorry, I still can't really control it, it's an emotion based power.” he hummed in thought.

“(y/n), you are one of the coolest people I've met.” I looked at Miko and deadpanned, “Miko, you're like, fourteen, right, fifteen, and you've only been to Tokyo and Jasper, you haven't really met many cool people.” she stop what she was doing and stared into space for a moment.

Jack waved his hand in her face, “you broke her, (y/n).”

Raf looked up from his computer with Bee, the bot I had saved, behind him, he whirred and chirped looking at me he then tipped his head to the side expectantly, “what?” Raf looked at me, “you can't understand Bee?” I shook my head, “nope, I guess I can only read Cybertronian, that's a very weird concept.” I heard something power up and I saw Bulkhead and Arcee walk through a portal, “what's that?” I asked nobody in particular, “that's the groundbridge, we use it to get to places we can't on wheels.” I hummed, “so,” I summoned my wings then flew on to Ratchets shoulder, “what y'all keeping from me about me?” him and Optimus shared a look and Ratchet huffed before setting me on the desktop, “your sire, Er, father, er, your birth father is a Cybertronian, on earth.” my eyes widened along with my smile, “really!?! Who is he, where is he, I can't wait to meet him!” Ratchet gave me a sympathetic look, “I'm sorry, (y/n), you can never meet your father.” my happiness instantly shattered, “why not?” I pulled in my wings as ice slowly crusted the ground,
“your sire, is…
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Megatron.”

My world felt like it did that cartoon shatter thing, “...what...” I had already had the rundown of their situation so I knew exactly who that was, “b-but w-w-who's m-my mother?” I questioned with a shaky voice, “a being that we used to know, and we believe, she is no longer with us.” there went the water works, I sat on the ground, Ice started crawling up my legs and sides, I curled my wings around my body and just stayed there, body jolting from my sobbing mess of emotions.

“I'm sorry, (y/n), but there's nothing we can do.”

~time skip~

I guess I had fallen asleep, since I was being shook awake by Jack, “wake up, (y/n), you need to get home, your parents must be worried about you.” I rose my head, ice falling from my hair, I pulled my wings back and stood up.
Stretching, I made my way to Arcee, “(y/n), you need a Guardian.” I looked at Optimus, “thank you, but I live right next to Jack, so, I'm fine with Arcee.”

Optimus kneeled down in front of me, “Arcee cannot be both you and Jack's Guardian, I will be your Guardian.” Ratchet scoffed, “Optimus, you can't be serious, you're busy enough as is, you don't need a huma- Er techno organic to take care of.”, “Ratchet, it is my choice, I thank you for your concern, but it is unneeded old friend.” Optimus transformed for the first time since I got here, he was a tanker truck, Blue with red flames, his passenger door opened, “come on, (y/n).” I smiled slightly and climbed in with Optimus shutting the door behind me, once I got buckled up he started out the tunnel door, “so, how did you know my mother?” I asked
“she was a strong warrior, for being only slightly taller than normal humans, she wasn't a human herself, that is most likely how you acquired your wings.”

“what was she.”

“she never told us.”

“oh… what did she look like.”

“she was tall for a human, as I have said, she had very long hair that was unnatural colors for humans, and she had a bulky build, she was built for fighting and taking a hit. She was strong enough to get Megatron on his knees, and I believe he liked it, that she was so strong and able to hold her own, and they fell in love, holding secret meetings, I was the only one she told that she was pregnant, but I didn't know if she survived to birth the child, but now I do, you are her child, and I can spot the resemblance.”

I smiled, “did you like my mother?” he sighed, “we were close, but not like that.” I gave a shit eating grin, “don't give me that look.” I laughed till I was gasping for air, “I do not understand what is so funny.” I choked on my spit for a second and started coughing, “are you ok.” I nodded and gulped down a breath of air, “yeah, yeah, I'm fine, it's just, I found it funny how you liked my mother but won't admit it.” I could tell he was giving me an annoyed look.

Then we arrived at my house, “goodbye, Optimus.”, “goodbye, (y/n), it was a pleasure meeting you, again.” I waved and walked to my house with my backpack on my shoulder, I opened the door and looked back at Optimus, I waved once more and entered the house, “where have you been!?!” mom ran and squeezed me, “science club.” I was told to say that if my parents asked about where I was at, “you didn't call us.” I gave a small smile, “I'm sorry, I forgot.” my father walked into the living room holding a plate with dinner on it and handed it to me, “here, you must be hungry.” I smiled and sat down at the table, I sighed and looked at my adoptive parents, and smiled a little knowing I do have a real sire and mother, I hope she's still alive.

“a lie is built upon a truth that someone wasn't strong enough to say."