Just a funny little one-shot I thought of a while ago. Thought I would go ahead and upload it. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Transformers.

Optimus Prime walked through the rather empty halls of NEST base, heading back to his office to complete more "paperwork", as the humans called it. Ironhide was off-base at the Lennox residence, and Ratchet had quite literally locked himself in the Med Bay. Jazz and the twins were out and about with some other humans, and the boy's parents were out to dinner with Bumblebee. As far as Prime was concerned, he was the only one on base. But as he passed the Recreation room, the leader paused. Sam Witwicky was sitting down at a desk with a pencil, and a few feet in front of him there sat a bowl of fruit. With a blink of his optics, curiosity won over the Autobot and he quietly entered the room, careful not to disturb the boy. Optimus stopped right behind Sam, who was scribbling away, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"Sam," rumbled Optimus as quietly as he could, but the boy still shrieked in surprise and nearly dropped his drawing utensil, whipping around to face the source of the foreign noise.

"Optimus!" he exclaimed with wide eyes. "Jesus! Don't sneak up on me like that!" The Autobot leader politely kept his comment about human hearing to himself and bowed his head.

"I am sorry to have startled you," said Optimus, his tone apologetic but his optics twinkling in amusement. The human boy slowly relaxed, releasing the tension in his body with a sigh.

"'S alright, big guy," replied Sam, if not a little shakily. "So, what's up?" Optimus' blue optics glanced at the bowl of fruit again before replying.

"I was merely curious as to what you were doing," replied Optimus. "Why have you remained on base?" Sam cast a dirty look at the piece of paper in front of him and slumped into his chair.

"I have to finish this art project for school," grumbled Sam. "It's taking forever." Optimus crouched down low, his head looming over Sam as his optics spun and turned, carefully examining the boy's work.

"You are drawing…a bowl of fruit?" asked Optimus, sounding confused.

"Yeah," replied Sam. "It's a pretty common thing to draw, you know." The Autobot leader's optics dimmed for a moment as he browsed the internet.

"…I see," he replied. Sam turned to face his drawing again and quickly got back to work. Optimus hesitated slightly before settling himself on the floor, his knees up and his arms resting on them as he observed the boy's progress. Over a length of one hour or so, the Autobot leader had drifted off into a light recharge. Optimus' slowly onlined to the sound of a gleeful cry. The boy was holding his finished piece of artwork in front of himself, beaming at his efforts.

"Hey Optimus!" called out Sam, holding the art for Optimus to see. "It's pretty good, don't you think?" Optimus looked over Sam's work, his head tilted slightly to one side and his expression thoughtful. Sam waited anxiously for the Autobot's comments.

"…Is this what you humans call, abstract art?" Optimus felt mildly amused as he felt something kick his foot.

Funny...? Or not. Reviews are greatly appreciated.

~Sierra