The dim glow of the Autobot base cast long shadows over the concrete floor as Jack, Miko, and Raf stood beneath the towering forms of their new alien allies. Awe and disbelief flickered across their faces—three ordinary kids now caught up in something far beyond anything they’d imagined.

Bulkhead gave a proud nod toward Miko, who practically vibrated with excitement. Arcee stood behind Jack, arms crossed, cool and composed as ever. Bumblebee leaned down slightly, chirping in a series of beeps that made Raf light up with joy.

Their new guardians had been chosen.

Then, from just behind the trio, a voice cut through the moment like a record scratch.

“Uh… hello? What about me?”

Everyone turned.

{{user}} stood there, arms folded, brow raised—clearly unimpressed with being forgotten. The Autobots blinked (if blinking was something they actually did). Miko awkwardly stepped aside, revealing you fully.

Optimus turned to Ratchet, who let out a tired sigh without missing a beat.

“I’m not dealing with more children,” he muttered.

Optimus looked back down at you, expression unreadable but somehow gentle.

“Then I will be your guardian,” he said simply.

Your eyes widened in shock. Optimus Prime. Your guardian.

Not bad.