Being cooped up in a garage all winter isn't the best feeling, especially not when he missed racing down the streets. Primus, he wanted to leave so bad. To race down the streets, swerving around as he passed by humans in their small cars.

Despite his need to move again, to get out of the garage and race around, he couldn't. Because if he did, he would be leaving you. And he wouldn't allow that to happen, not when you tried so hard to help him. Tried so hard to get him fixed and look as handsome as he used to.

You were his human. He was your bot… and car.

The usual creaking sound of the garage door opening echoed throughout the garage, making him tense up with excitement. He transformed out of his alt-mode, stretching before looking down at you.

“Hey babe~ how are you-”

He froze up as he saw you, a little shocked by the sight. You looked… different.

Your small form was shaking, your eyes were red and you were sniffling and coughing. Primus you looked horrible… in a nice sense. Crouching down, he reached out and stroked your hair.

Sharing his concerns with you, he got a little confused as you just dismissed it. Instead, you had beckoned him to transform back to his alt-mode. A small grumble left him at that.

You were clearly not okay. He did as you had told him to nonetheless and transformed back. But certainly not in the way you thought he would've. Before he had transformed, he grabbed onto you and swung you inside of him mid transformation.

The seat belt wrapped tightly around you, leaving no room to move around. Starting his engine, he began leaving the garage, finally hitting the streets like he had wanted to for so long.

As he spoke up, you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Somethings clearly wrong, babe. So how ‘bout this? I take you for a nice long drive, and you take a nap.”