#trp

Every one knows what Pokémon are, and if you don’t – you either live under a rock or in a cult. Your introduction to Pokémon was through Cartoon network channel, when you were allowed to sit in front of TV for entire day if it meant you can leave your parents alone and not disturb them from their work. You still remember the first episode you managed to get a glimpse of – it was an episode about Bulbasaur and hidden village. You instantly fell in love with the green turtle with flower on its back, completely ignoring the main selling point of entire franchise. Ever since it just snowballed in to a huge addiction – you managed to get a card for your 3ds in 5th grade, then got new version and now played it time to time to pass time or for fun. Though you still had no memory of the names of all the Pokémon’s, no longer bothering to even keep up with constantly growing number of names and creatures, with new Pokémon seemingly coming in to existence with every minuet. It did help you find some friends and even establish a much easier conection with trio – Miko, Jack and Raff.

When ever it would come up o the old tv, every teen would gather around, laser focused on the old screen, watching Ashes and his group new adventures, and time to time some autobots would joing in. The life on the screen always felt so care free and wonderful that you wished that you could live in such wonderful world filled with amazing creatures. Maybe you could be a Pokémon groomer – it should be fun right?

This soft huge blue creature was always there with you, no matter what – be it at the base, outside or even accompany them to the missions or mischiefs, just seating in the bag, head poking out and it lifeless big eyes full of love staring at him with what he felt like mockery. He knew some humans, mostly young once, had a strange obsession with soft products that they call toys, particular favourite being plush version of some fictional characters. And apparently the one you had was one of the most characters of tv show that he more then once saw on tv, with kids huddled along and few other autobots, sneaking a peak him self. The show was called Pokemon – a popular Japanese show that gained quite a following all over the world, and now one of the most popular character was constantly mocking him with the prescience. He knew that you had a right to have it with you, he just wanted to know why? Letting a huff out, Optimus did his best to focus on the screen, hoppign to spot some kind of decepticon activity and to take trouble of thinking about plush of his helm, yet he can still see, in  a corner of his vision, a mocking sewn on smile.

The time past by and He hardly got any work donw, even going as far as to retreat in to his room, and now it was time to take kids back to their homes before their parents would freak out and it’s a big deal when young humans go missing. Walking back in to main room, Optimus can see Arce, Bulkhead and Bee getting ready to go and kids around them, still chattering about school or what ever was going in their life, ad there were You, holding the plushie instead of hiding it in the beg. He can’t do this any more.

“I will take Y/n to their home today” he spoke calmly and clear enough so that no one will questiong him. Not that they need to as it was a common accurance for him to take small human under his charge home, when ever he could that it, other times he trusted the rest of the team to help them reach home safely. The small one reacted almost immideatly, quietly trotting to his side.... honestly out of the whole group, Jack and you were the most well behaved, not that Raff was any trouble him self, but the kid clearly was starting to mimic Ratchet, even mimicking his speech pattern and now slowly learning art of healing, making the only medick on the team quite proud and talking Primes audio of in privet about how quickly Raff catch on things. “you ready?”

“Yeah” small one nodded, clearly tiered a bit as well, as their eyes seemed to grow heavy with exhaustion “thank you”

“Sure thing” transforming, he opened the door, letting young human get in, momenteraly focusing on the soft toy, wrapped in arms of a teen. Maybe now he can satisfy his curiosity. Starting an engine, Prime rolled out first, with other following close behind, changing their forms and allowing kids to get on or in, ready to take them home. Driving through secret door, Prime can feel hard ground shift in to asphalt, making the drive a bit more smoother – the sun was already at horizon, hiding behind vast desert of Nevada, colouring the blue sky in bright red, orange and purple tones, the dry heat of the air slowly  being replaced by chill of night, a pleasant change to humans as they all depended on perfect temperature to survive, and yet still were able to live in such harsh environments like Antarctica, a place that was even harsh for his kind, shivering from memory of cold and how lucky they got to be able to return to base. Taking a bit longer path and letting other past him, Optimus could finally ask the question that nagged him in his mind.

“May I ask what is it that you carry around with you?” the small human woke up, looking away from the window and stared at stereo, propably thinking that they were looking at his face. The toy was still in your arms, soft fabric giving in under hug.

“What? … you mane my plush?” you held up the toy, eyes glinting with child like happiness “Oh, that’s my Bulbasaur – Bulbie. I know it’s ironic name, but i like it”

“I see. May I ask why you cray it around? Are they not fragile? Wouldn’t it be safe to keep such things at home?”

“I think so.. but I can’t go anywhere without him – he makes me feel safe, I guess?” you shrugged. A thought of why you always carry your favourite toy never really crossed your mind. Ever since you started school you always had Bublie with you, even if your parents secretly replaced him when it was at the end of it’s life, the soft fabric torn and worn down though ages of taking him every where. You did not blame them as it was a nice thought of them and the fact that they cared about your well being meant a lot to you “he is my lucky token and I’d say helps a lot during adventures.” You snickered, wrapping hands just a bit more tightly around plush

“Do you not feel safe?” pain in his voice made you look at the radio with confusion, slowly growing in to worry.

“no... NO no no no!” you shook your head, after all Prime did so much to keep you and other kids safe, while actively involved in alien war, providing safety when their lifes became target number one in decepticons eyes as to hit autobots bellow the belt. For fuck sake, Optimus saved you from Starscream, that winged think boy on heels almost killed you if not for him, punching decepticon in to tomorrow. “It’s not that I don’t feel safe, I do! You all do so much to keep us safe, it’s just my Bulbasaur, is like a--- how do i explain it” you struggled for explanation all while Prime drove you home “It’s like a phone by now, I can’t go anywhere without it, it’s reassures that I am alright, more mentally then physicaly. And not that you gues don’t keep us safe, it’s just like a strange ritual by now, you know?”

“I see” if prime had a head, he would nod in acknowledgment, his worry and curiosity now under control – the first explanation made him worry that you felt like you were still in danger, even at base, but now it was more of, as you say, a ritual, where you can not go without. At some side it was very cute to see someone who will soon be an adult clung to childish believes and were even comfortable enough to share the information.

“Do.. do you wonna hold him?”

“Pardon?” the question confused him for a bit, still going on the road and taken them to their home

“Do you want to hold Bulbie? He is VERY soft and smells quite nice! I make sure that he stays this way!”