*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

The air outside was cool and moist. It was around two in the morning so I shut the front door as quietly as I could in hopes that I wouldn't wake anyone inside the house. Soon, I began making my way over to the truck and without my crutches it was quite the challenge. After almost falling on my face four times I finally made it over to Ironhide. I gave the exterior of the vehicle a gentle pat before carefully sitting down on the ground.

The stars shone brightly in the night sky and the moon illuminated overhead. I sighed and leaned my head against the side of the truck. There wasn't really an explanation as to why I was out here at this time of night. I just felt it was better than sitting alone inside the house; plus I couldn't get myself to fall asleep and I refused to take more of those pills. It wasn't long before I ended up overdosing on them.

The front door clicked open and my head shot over to see Ron walking out of the house. He stopped halfway to the truck and gave me a look. I gave him an innocent smile and he shook his head before walking over to sit down beside me.

"What are you doing out here, kid?" he asked me.

I looked at him before turning to look up at the night sky. "Just observing nature. What are you doing out here?"

He chuckled. "That's for me to know," he responded.

I playfully rolled my eyes. A breeze blew by causing me to shiver. I hugged my right knee to my chest in an attempt to get warm but it wasn't quite helping.

"Do you not own a jacket?" Ron asked me.

I gave him a look. "I do. Several actually," I chuckled. He shook his head and started to take his off. "No. I don't want it. I'm fine," I assured him.

He didn't believe that. Instead he attempted to hand me the jacket. I only pushed his arm away causing a grunt to escape his mouth. I laughed.

"I already have one of yours in my closet. I'm fine, Ron."

He grunted again and pushed the jacket towards me again. I moved further away from him and he groaned.

"Azalea," he warned.

I laughed. "I said I was fine."

Another breeze blew past and I shivered again. As hard as I tried to conceal it, Ron saw it and smirked.

"Now, do you want to stop being stubborn and take or shall I take you back inside?"

I rolled my eyes and took the jacket. It was really big on me but I had expected it to be. On the other hand it was really warm.

"Thank you," I told him with a smile.

"You're welcome."

I looked back at the sky, today's events flowing throughout my mind. Remembering what Skids and Mudflap had told me, I smiled and looked at Ron. He was already looking at me.

"What?" I asked.

He shook his head and I frowned before leaning my head against the truck.

"Can I talk to you about something?" I asked him.

"What might that be?"

I sighed. Now seemed like the perfect time to do this. I just hoped that I wasn't about to embarrass myself.

"Earlier after you almost killed Skids, you went inside. After that they started telling me things," I started.

He looked at me. "What did they tell you?" he growled.

I laughed at his sudden anger. "Calm down. It's nothing bad or at least to me it isn't," I assured him.

He gave me a skeptical look and I smiled. "What'd they tell you, Lea?" he pressed calmly.

By the way he was acting towards the situation, I figured he already knew. I shook my head and laughed.

"Wow, you're quite the incessant man. But, they told me you had feelings for me," I stated.

He grunted. "This is exactly why I didn't want them to come here," he said.

I scrunched my eyebrows up. "Why?" I asked.

He looked at me. "Because they don't know when to stop talking," he exclaimed.

I frowned. "So, what they said wasn't true?"

He blinked. "It's not that it isn't true, it's just complicated."

There was an overwhelming amount of emotions on his face but before I could decipher them, they were gone. I sighed.

"It's okay, Ron. I feel the same way," I admitted.

He looked at me and I gave him a small smile. "I know you do, kid."

I frowned. So it was obvious to him about how I felt for him.

"Why didn't you ever tell me if you knew how I felt?"

He sighed. "It's complicated, Lea."

"The only thing about it that's complicated is the fact that you're so much older than me and plus I know my dad would not approve of it," I said.

I cringed just thinking about what would happen if I ended up with Ron and my dad found out. He'd ground me for life and I'd probably never even see Ron again.

He shook his head.

"You're right about those two things, but there's so much more than that. You wouldn't understand," he told me, a sad look in his eyes.

I was becoming upset as well. "If you told me I might be able to."

"That's the problem. I can't tell you," he said.

"Why can't you?"

"It's Optimus's orders. But if I could tell you, I would. I highly doubt you'd like what I had to say though. All I know for now is that there's no way we could ever be together," he answered.

"You never know unless you try."

He just looked at me. I smiled at him and suddenly there was a warm pair of lips on my own. My eyes widened in shock but I soon relaxed when I realized what was happening. Ron was kissing me. I kissed him back and he pulled away. I bit my lip and looked at the ground.

"My apologies. I just wanted to try that," he said.

I looked at him and shook my head. "Don't apologize," I told him.

He smiled and reached out to grab my arm. In one swift movement he carefully pulled me to him, his arms wrapping around my body. I laughed but hugged him and laid my head on his chest.

"You know everything you just said is pretty much shot to hell, right?" I teased.

He chuckled. "Not quite."

I looked up at him. "Why's that?"

"The complications still exist, Azalea."

I pouted. "Then make them disappear," I whined.

He chuckled. "If only it were that easy. Just trust me for now, okay?"

He gave me a reassuring squeeze and I nodded. I was a little bit upset that we couldn't be together the way we wanted to be, but for now this would do perfectly.

Another thought from today crossed my mind and I jumped up. Ron looked at me with curious eyes.

"What's the matter?" he asked me.

"This has been on my mind all day."

He was starting to get worried. "What is it, Lea?"

"Why on earth does everyone down at the base have such strange names? Like Optimus, Ratchet, Skids, and Mudflap. You're the only one with a normal name. I mean, it's basic but it's still normal," I exclaimed.

He laughed at me. "And here you had me thinking it was something important," he teased.

I glared at him. "This is important, Ron."

"Okay, fine. They're nicknames, I assume."

I raised a brow. "You assume?"

He shrugged and I groaned. I leaned back against the truck and looked at the sky, smiling when I noticed a shooting star fly past. I yawned and then suddenly I was pulled into a pair of warm arms.

"Are you getting tired?" Ron asked me. I wrapped my arm around the front of his torso and nodded. "Go to sleep, Lea."

I smiled and snuggled into his side. The cool air blew around me but I paid no mind to it. I was perfectly warm being in Ron's arms. I yawned again and closed my eyes.

"Goodnight, Ron."

"Goodnight, kid."

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