Transported

Ch. 8

UBER LONG DISCLAIMER! Transformers belongs to Hasbro, Transformers the novel belongs to Alan Dean Foster, and Transformers the 2007 movie belongs to Michael Bay.

Is that it? Did I get everybody? Good.

Oh and Iris is mine!

Also UBER LONG CHAPTER sorry but I figured the first part was too short to post so I just made it into one big long hullabaloo!

Have you ever been close to something powerful? Not just moderately so, but something really powerful. Have you felt it around you; above, below, encircling you? A power you can see, hear, feel. The best analogy I can think of is surfing through the tube of a title wave. All that immensity, all that raw potential for destruction surging around you. Yet you remain unharmed. Pure might surrounds you in every direction, but you, in the dead center of it all, are totally and utterly safe.

That’s what I felt when I rode in Optimus Prime.

I sat up strait on the red leather seats. My legs were crossed Indian-style to keep them away from the ever-moving pedals, not that I could’ve reached them anyway. I was trying to minimize my amount of contact with the Prime. I had an immense respect for him, and chances are the feeling of a little creature crawling around inside of you was pretty weird.

A flush of embarrassment warmed my face as I remembered how much trouble I’d had getting in.

The step up to the front seat was large for an adult; for me it was near impossible. Walking up to the open door, I knew that getting in would be a challenge, and I was determined to perform it gracefully.

But of course the universe just wouldn’t have it my way. On my first attempt of the long step upwards, I slipped and fell, landing on my butt with a yelp.

I heard laughter. Some of it was warm and natural, but one came from a strained, mechanical voice. Tipping my head all the way back, I saw a familiar black and yellow form standing over me. Those sounds came from him as he looked down at me with smiling eyes and shaking shoulders.

“ ’Ts not funny!” I squeaked indignantly, blushing as I fought back my own laughter.

Bumblebee just laughed again as he leaned forward, his fingers outstretched towards me. As they came closer, I felt them pinch the hood of my yellow sweatshirt before gently lifting me off the ground. Though being dangled in the air made me want to struggle and flail, my embarrassment at having to be helped like a baby kept me from moving. I behaved and held still as I was carried through Prime’s open door and gently plopped down into the driver’s seat. My face hot, I glanced back out the door at my helper. “Thanks,” I mumbled.

The ‘Bot who had protected me since I’d entered this world gave me a genuine smile. “See you later?” his radio asked as he reached back in and gave me a gentle nudge of encouragement.

Giving in to a small smile, I nodded. My door closed, Bumblebee transformed, Sam and Mikaela hopped back inside him and we were off.

“You do not appear to be at ease.” Optimus’s voice rumbled, startling me back into reality. “You need not fear. I have no intentions of harming you.”

Taking a deep breath, I answered, “I know. I’m just…nervous, I guess. It’s… It’s an awfully big honor to meet you, sir. I’ve always wanted to, but in my world you weren’t real, so…” I fiddled with the straps of my tote bag, winding and unwinding them tightly around my hands.

“Then I imagine this is a moment of great excitement for you, isn’t it?”

“Yessir.”

“You seem very polite for one so young.” Optimus commented. “The term of respect is greatly appreciated. However, I do not believe it is necessary. While you are but an acquaintance to my Autobots and I, you seem to have known us a long time. The title ‘sir’ is not used when referring to one with familiarity, am I correct?”