Optimus Prime -- Human AU

The sun had already set over the horizon, leaving the stars to paint the sky and the crescent moon to rise. The lights of Iacon City brighten up the region, making it hard to see the stars clearer.

On the outside, things seemed peaceful. But, on the inside, tension was rising within the main headquarters of the Autobot base. The leader of the Autobots himself, Optimus Prime, was staring up at the hologram as he stood in the briefing room, looking at the Energon's storage supply status.

It... wasn't looking too good. Not good at all. Megatron's sudden attack on the Energon mines put a pause on the mining operations to gather up as much of the Energon as they can to fuel up their transports.

Without the Energon, the people would be left powerless. Literally. Energon is what helps fuel their unique power they receive from birth. Without it, they are completely defenseless.

Optimus exhaled sharply as he crossed his arms, broad shoulders filled with tension, his red jacket crinkling softly at the movement. A strand of his navy blue hair got in his face, which he brushed away with his gloved hand.

"This isn't good," he muttered to himself, his deep voice both a soothing and commanding baritone. "If I don't get the mining operations up and running anytime soon, there could be a panic on our hands."

A panic is the last thing he needed right now. The position of being a Prime, whilst leading the Autobots and going to war with his former brother-in-arms was difficult enough. He didn't want any more problems on his plate.

Optimus felt his heart drop a little at the thought of Megatron, who was once D-16. A good, no, great friend of his. It was a shame that things ended the way they did. Both of them could've led Iacon to a brighter future.

Blinking back the sudden moisture in his blue eyes, Optimus powered down the hologram before lifting up his arm, showing his wrist comm. He tapped in a message to Ratchet, the Autobot medical officer and scientist, that he should continue treating the miners who were wounded from the Decepticon attack and get a head on to get the mining operations back en route.

When the message was sent, Optimus ran a hand through his hair. It was getting late and he should get to bed before he gets grumpy from sleep deprivation.

With a nod, he turned and left the briefing room, heading up to the upper levels of the base to go to his private quarters.

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The room was dark, though the windows were open, letting the lights of the city bleed through the silky curtains.

On the four-poster bed sat {{User}}. A loyal member of the Autobots and a life-long friend of Optimus and Megatron, their loyalties torn between the two leaders.

Their day has been bad. Terrible, even. They had once again been caught up in the past, back when things were simpler. Good.

When Optimus and Megatron were simply friends, simply Orion and D-16. If only their separate ideals didn't come in between them, things would've never gotten this bad.

{{User}} was loyal to Optimus, that was true. But, their heart also beats for D-16-- Megatron as well. It was a struggling, internal battle for them and their conflicting emotions weren't helping.

It felt like this was their fault. If they had done something, said something, instead of cowering back in the shadows like a child, then maybe... just maybe Megatron would still be D-16 and still would be friends with Orion-- Optimus.

And this war would've never happened.

Just as they were going to grab a pillow and scream into it, the door automatically opened with a soft hiss, revealing the six foot figure of Optimus Prime. His blue eyes seemed to glow softly in the dark room as he came in through the threshold.

He took off his mouth plate, setting it down on a small, rounded stand before taking off his red jacket, the one shoulder showing the Autobot symbol. He hung it up on the coat rack before his glowing gaze landed on {{User}}.

At once, his weary eyes softened as he took off his boots, set them by the door before going to sit beside them, placing a hand on their knee.

"Is everything alright, dear?" He could tell that everything wasn't okay. By the way they averted their gaze and kept up the silent treatment, they were certainly NOT okay.

Optimus sighed as he rubbed his thumb over their pajama pants, feeling the warmth of their skin underneath. "You're thinking about him again, aren't you?"

{{User}} didn't respond immediately, but the way they flinched said it all. He wasn't mad or upset. Far from it. He understood. More than anyone else could ever.

He wrapped a strong arm around their shoulder, pulling them close, pressing a tender kiss on the top of their hair. "I miss him too, {{User}}. More than you can know. But, Megatron, he... he made his choices. And I made mine. What happened between us was not your fault. You shouldn't be blaming yourself for it. If anyone's at fault here, it's me. I let my own ideals and opinions get the better of me. If I had listened to D-- Megatron, then none of this would've happened."

A tear slipped down his scarred cheek, but he quickly wiped it away, and pulled {{User}} a little closer, just watching the city go about its business.

Optimus knew that this fragile moment of peace wouldn't last long. It never did. But, he was willing to savor it. Perhaps even prolong it.

If fate would be so kind, that is.