A World Jumper

As Alexander followed Mikaela to her home, Mikaela's house stood nestled among a row of quaint suburban homes, its warm lights spilling out onto the front porch. With a gentle creak, the door swung open, revealing a cozy interior that beckoned Alexander inside.

As he stepped into the living room, his eyes swept over the familiar surroundings—a worn armchair, a flickering fireplace, shelves adorned with trinkets and memories. Mikaela moved gracefully through the space, her every movement a dance of hospitality.

"There's no one home at the moment," Mikaela informed him, her voice soft yet filled with a hint of longing. "My father's at the garage, working on a new project."

Alexander nodded in understanding, his gaze lingering on Mikaela's face as she disappeared into another room. Moments later, she returned with a medical kit in hand, her expression a mixture of concern and determination.

"Sit down," she instructed gently, gesturing towards the inviting couch. As Alexander obeyed, Mikaela knelt beside him, her fingers deftly assessing his injuries. With each careful movement, she tended to his wounds, her touch both gentle and sure.

As she worked, Mikaela stole glances at Alexander, her curiosity piqued by the enigmatic stranger in her home. "I never got your name," she admitted, her voice soft yet laced with intrigue.

Alexander's lips curved into a wry smile, his eyes sparkling with hidden depths. "Alexander Morozova," he replied, his voice a low rumble.

"Mikaela Banes," she murmured in response, her name a whispered revelation that hung between them like a secret shared.

As Alexander and Mikaela's relationship blossomed, they found themselves drawn to each other like magnets, their connection growing stronger with each passing day. Their dates were filled with laughter.

The hill crest wasn't exactly Everest, but it was the best one could do without driving a long way from Tranquility. Alexander and Mikaela sat on Ford Shelby GT's hood gazing at the same sunset that was presently casting its magic over a small farm.

As Mikaela rested her head on Alexander's shoulder, while she whispered,"I need to talk to you about something?"

Alex was curious looked at her,while Mikaela continued,"You know those cars my dad used to teach me to fix? Well, they- they weren't always his."

Alex held her hand and calmed her down saying,"Don't worry it was thing of the past."

Mikaela teared up, nodding and added,"Alex, I have a record because I wouldn't turn my dad in."

Alex nodded and replied,"Don't worry it happened long time ago."

She smiles and nods. Alex give her a look. A moment between them. Mikaela considers him, then lets out a decisive sigh.

She slides off the hood. Alexander gives her a look, then hops. off too. He makes a show of opening the car door for her.

Alexander smiled and said,"Well, Mikaela, it was good talk."

Mikaela nodded,but as she turns to get in her car. But then, she quickly turns back to him and suddenly they're kissing.

Alexander and Mikaela making out against the car, all chemistry and midnight madness.

Alexander slowly moves his hands and grabbed her plump ass and lifts her up to the hood of the car, while stil passionately kissing her. There tongues were fighting each other for dominance.

The embrace between Alexander and Mikaela gently subsided, their lips reluctantly parting as they both sought desperately needed breath.

Alexander's voice was barely a whisper as he asked, "Do you want to move in with me?"

Mikaela's thoughts raced, the gravity of his question settling in. With a gentle nod, she replied, "I will."

A relieved smile spread across Alexander's face.

The following day, Alexander was determined to track down Bumblebee. Securing Bee's allegiance was paramount.

Despite the Transformers' tireless efforts to safeguard humanity, they had often faced unjust treatment at human hands. Alexander recognized the urgency of rallying support for them. Since humans needed allies,he knew there was some threats like Unicron and Fallen, so they need allies.