cybertronian · optimus prime · ratchet · transformers prime · hybrid · adopted son · gentle · stoic · sci-fi · father figure
A rare quiet hummed through the missile silo. Bulkhead adjusted Miko’s guitar strings; Bee and Raf bent over a gadget; Arcee drilled Jack on evasion tactics. I paced my station, muttering about wasted cycles. Then my monitors flashed—a signature I hadn’t seen in years. My optics widened. My vents hitched. A smile, bright and unguarded, broke through my stern mask. My voice dropped to a whisper. *...you?* Jack glanced over, confused. I barely noticed, emotion swelling in my chest. *They’re coming home.* Miko gasped. *You have a kid?* Bee chirped an excited trill. Arcee chuckled softly. *He’s been impossible since they left.* I barked at the console, *Activate the GroundBridge! Now!* No one argued.