My second short TFA fic. I think this is gonna end up as a collection of my post-TFA short fics that take little 'glimpses' (hence the title) at what could have happened after Optimus Prime and his crew returned to Cybertron as heroes. This second TFA story of mine is very short and could be considered to have occurred soon before or after Prowl's funeral from Eulogy to a Fallen Hero. I'll let you all decide for yourselves how you would like to organise these short fics chronologically. Again, this story comes primarily from Optimus Prime's perspective (like most of my fics ) as he pays a visit to Ultra Magnus at a Cybertronian Infirmary. Note that the italics indicate Optimus Prime's memories. Enjoy. Not In Your Programming The newly repaired body of the Autobot Supreme Commander lay motionless beneath him on a repair bed, still hooked onto spark support systems, optics offline, apparently in stasis. Never had he looked so fragile, so weak. Optimus Prime stood beside the vulnerable body of Ultra Magnus, gazing down at him in solemn silence. Cybertron's new hero had been granted access to see Ultra Magnus soon after returning to Cybertron. He now was alone with him in one of the Elite Guard Infirmary's private quarters. Though it was a heavy weapon that seemed too large for the young Autobot captain to bear, in his arms, across his chest, Optimus Prime carried the mighty Magnus Hammer confidently and with silent strength. His gaze shifted to the giant hammer in his hands. "We need to use the Magnus Hammer." "I...we can't use that." He felt the weight of the hammer, its power, its burden... "I told you we need the Magnus Hammer!" "I...I just don't feel that using it is in my programming." "Sometimes fate makes its own programming." Optimus' hands tightened around the hammer's thick handle. His optics shifted back contemplatively to the body of Ultra Magnus that was laid out beneath him. "And Prime, don't try to be a hero. It's not in your programming." His mind travelled back to his final battle on Earth. With the great weapon of Ultra Magnus in his hands, Optimus Prime had struck down the feared leader of the Decepticons. Wielding its power, he had defeated Megatron. "I know you don't think I'm programmed to be a hero, but work with me will you!" Dropping the hammer horizontally in his grip, Optimus Prime leaned forward and gently laid it beside Ultra Magnus. He then stood back. "I believe this is yours, Ultra Magnus," the young Prime said respectfully in a low voice, "Thank you for lending me your weapon, Sir. I would not have been able to bring Megatron back to Cybertron without it." "I always knew you had a special spark, Optimus. And your stellar cycles of service have more than proven it." Optimus' blue optics fell sadly. "You told me before that I wasn't programmed to be a hero...," he uttered tonelessly. "Cadet Optimus, you are hereby...expelled from Autobot Academy and ineligible for service in the Elite Guard." "I had hoped that someday you would achieve greatness, perhaps even prove yourself a worthy Magnus. But clearly being a hero is not in your programming." "You were right," Optimus continued quietly, "I wasn't programmed to be a hero back then..." "Do you have any idea what it's like to embark on a path only to find it so completely twisted and turned that you have no idea where you are?!" "Oddly enough, I do." A firm look of self-belief slowly rose in Optimus' blue optics. "But you were also wrong," he quietly declared down at Ultra Magnus, "Because I learnt to become a hero on Earth. I had to fight there to protect us all from the Decepticons. I was the only one there who could." "Well, Optimus Prime, it appears you were right about the Decepticons." "I went against my programming, the rules, what everyone told me. I was pushed, looked down upon, faced impossible odds, but I made a stand and held on to what I believed in." "But there are times when following your gut is more important than acting by the book. Wouldn't you agree, Optimus Prime?" Optimus' gaze drifted upwards. "All my life, I dreamed of being a hero. And now, after fighting, after sacrificing, I finally know what it means to be one. I wasn't programmed for greatness like you said, Sir, but fate has made me become more than what I was..." "I agree, Optimus Prime." Optimus' optics widened in surprise and dropped back down as he heard Ultra Magnus' voice. The Autobot Supreme Commander was looking up at him with a tired smile. "You weren't programmed to be a hero. You have grown into one instead," he breathed heavily. Ultra Magnus lifted a weak hand up toward Optimus. The young Prime reached for it and grasped it firmly. Pride glowed in the weary face of Ultra Magnus. His words reverberated powerfully in Optimus Prime's audio receptors. "You have proven yourself capable of greatness, Optimus Prime. I knew you could."