A Page's Fate

Adjusting to new friends

Elliot POV

After signing and reading over 50 pages of paperwork, I stood up from the chair I was sitting on.

I was left alone to sign the paperwork on top of the platform.

I was thinking on how I got myself to this position, I never imagined that I would soon step onto an alien planet, I mean- yeah I always dreamt of having a closer view of the stars, but this was so unexpected. It almost felt surreal.

I lean on the platform's edge, thinking about my friend. Not Sonia or Nathaly, but my other friend. The one who bought my data pad from the black market, the one who practiced Cybertronian language with me, the one who I grew up with, the one who died on that car crash. He was the one who I shared dreams with about exploring the universe, he was the one who encouraged people to reach their dreams. He would have accepted this job. He would have made a big difference.

But now he's gone.

I feel like I'm stealing his dream.

Do I deserve this?

I touch the scar on my eyebrow subconsciously, the scar was a heavy reminder on me on how I should cherish the people I meet before they get taken away.

Maybe I should have been the one who died on that car crash.

My dark thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud rumbling noise. I look below and see a red and blue Peterbilt truck driving inside the building.

Optimus.

He began to transform into his bipedal form, I watched as his gears and metal shifted in place. It looked like magic, it was mesmerizing.

As soon as he was on his complete form, he walked up to me, "I came to check up on you." He spoke, "I hope I am not intruding." His eyes were focused onto me, his posture regal just like he stood in his holoform when I first met him.

Now that I think about it, I couldn't believe that I spoke- and am- speaking to The Optimus Prime.

I shake my head, "I'm actually done, I was just taking a break." I smiled.

He noticed me still touching my scar, I quickly lower my hand down.

"If it isn't too much to ask, did you receive that scar from the car crash? The files never went in depth about the incident." Optimus asked.

Optimus seemed curious, but also hesitant of the topic.

I sigh and nodded, "Yeah. I did."

He seemed to contemplate my response, until he spoke again, "Does it hurt?"

I notice him studying my face, I could clearly see that he was worried about me.

"No, but..." I stopped talking, not really sure how to explain that I have a different type of pain. I also didn't want to make him worry on something that shouldn't concern him.

He must have noticed my trouble to form words because he slowly lifted his hand towards me, wanting me to climb on.

"Maybe some fresh air would do some good." He said, seeming to know what I needed right now.

Such a sweet guy.

Wait.

Sweet?

I shake my thoughts and nodded at his idea. I get on his hand with more confidence, although I still held onto one of his fingers to balance myself.

I could hear Optimus' gears whirl as he moved, but I also listened to something else, located in his chest. It took me a minute to understand what it was.