Author's note: I know I know... a princess you say!? What!? There's no princesses in Transformers! :P And another story that has memory loss?! Psh, cobwobble!...You guys know I don't care;) "But Kaisu, It sounds like an overdone plot, and with an OC no less!"... why yes, hm yes it does...

But really, give it a chance!:)

Oh yeah... doesn't follow storyline...AT ALL.

So... on with it! XD ~K

(Actually, I had 2 princess stories going for Megatron. Why princess? Why not:P Because I don't think he'd settle for anything less, that's why.)

A short love story for Megatron

Summary: A princess from Cybertron lands on Earth, hard. The distress caused her to lose her memory, including anything to do with Megatron; much to his dismay. With the hatred and problems they caused for each other in the past, Megatron plans to make her pay for her wrongdoings by degrading her, just as she did to him and his Decepticons so long ago.


It started with an attack.

"Not now!" A commander said.

"We have to alert the Princess!" another crew member said.

"She's safe where she's at, this enemy won't budge!"

Another big strike struck the ship that held the Princess, a few crew members, and a few important documents. The ship was passing by a large planet, blue with scattered greenery, but the last impact of the enemy's blast had taken out their engines, and they had to evacuate. The attacking ship disengaged and pulled away from the royal ship known as the Atlas.

"It's pulling away, we have to get into the evacuation pods!"

"I demand to know who was attacking us!" A high-pitched shriek suddenly came from the corridor to the bridge. "Stop trying to keep me in that room! Lousy lame-ass crew..." she tossed her head and looked out the ship's looking windows.

"Princess, we must evacuate, NOW." The commander said.

"Impossible! We fight back!" She had no idea how much they had been fighting back already, she had no idea at all because they didn't want her in the way.

"Your highness, it's no use, we have been fighting, our ship will not thrust and they will dock. We must go NOW." As the commander said that, the attacking ship pulled onto the side of them, ready to dock.

"I should never trust anyone of you to do anything right!" She threw her hands up in the air and stomped over to the main computer and downloaded something and carried it with her in her hand.

As much as the commander would have liked to see the wench taken hostage by the unknown attacker, his duties to the royal family didn't waiver. He grabbed her forcefully by the arm and shoved her nearer to an evacuation pod. "Get in, Princess!"

After latching the door shut on a kicking and screaming Princess, the commander ordered the rest of his crew into the other pods and then he got into one himself. Strapping in, he closed his optics and felt the propulsion of the pod shift him as it began to fly. His only job was to save the Princess, it's the only thing he'd ever done, been taught to do, and that's what he was going to do...


On Earth...

A large, ominous mech walked towards his ship's bridge just in time to see his SIC flailing his arms about in panic, rousing the crew.

"Starscream." He said.

Starscream turned his sharp optics Megatron's way and he walked briskly towards him.

"Don't get my men excited just because you do!" Megatron spat, just as he's spat many time before to the same mech in the same manner.

"Lord Megatron!" Stascream pleaded, "But this time I know that you will agree in my sentiments! There are escape pods from a royal ship headed to Earth!"

"A 'royal' ship?" Megatron replied. Starscream was right, his interest was peaked. Megatron smirked slightly and casually made his way to a computer. Soundwave came to stand by his side and opened up the video feed that showed the 9 small pods falling from the sky.

"They may not survive, they are falling from too great a height!" Starscream exclaimed.

"Soundwave, give me a close up of one of the pods, I want to see who this is." Megatron said with exuberance.

Soundwave zoomed in and followed one of the falling pods, his camera shaky with speed. Once he could track the pod, he focused, and the royal symbol could be read. Atlas.

Megatron's eyes burned with fire when he knew who's symbol it was. His red eyes were brighter than before and he lowered his head with intent.

"Gargh! Firestone!" Starscream growled when he recognized the symbol himself.

Megatron nodded at Starscream, "Anyone following them?"

Starscream scrambled on his computer station and he brought up the other attacker ship. "Just this one, but their identity is concealed."

"I'll chance it..." Megatron whispered in a low voice, "I know these royals, and if it were up to me..." Megatron turned from the screen and addressed the growing crew behind him, "...I'd leave no survivors." He said it with an evil twinkle in his optic and a sinister snarl on the edge of his mouth. "Let's go make sure of that..." He commanded, and the crew.

"But what about the other ship!?" Starscream shrieked.

Megatron looked at Starscream with expectancy, "It's not a big ship, Starscream...we are more than capable of taking care of them too." Megatron charged his arm cannons and smiled, "Besides, I'm bored!" and he began to laugh as he lined up with his troops to greet the pods.

...

The Decepticons stepped out of the green light right after the pods crashed on the surface of the Earth. It was a far fall to take so, there may not be any survivors, just as Starscream had said, but Megatron wanted to make sure of it. Out of the nine pods that crashed, Soundwave picked up only four life signals. Starscream traced his map and led a few drones with him to take care of the two in one area. Megatron kicked a few pods that remained still and then when one pod opened, he snarled and aimed his cannon to it.

The commander of the royal ship wearily tried to sit up, but the impact had damaged his motor ability. When his tired optics rested on Megatron's cannon facing him, he drew back in fear and whispered, "Princess, forgive me, I have failed you..." and his vision went bright with color as Megatron fired his perfectly aimed shot. He fell limp back into his pod.

Megatron's audio receptors perked, "Princess?" He huffed. "Soundwave!"

Soundwave appeared by Megatron's side but before Megatron could ask Soundwave to track who they wanted, a pod which had landed only 50 feet away opened. Megatron walked heavily towards the steaming pod which had just opened, hoping that he would find the very person he was thinking about. He stopped when he saw a sleek white and silver body heave itself out and roll on the ground, smoke covering most of her body.

Megatron growled as an animal would when he saw her, and continued his heavy gait.

The Princess laid face up on her back towards the blue sky, she was disoriented, and felt strange. She stared at the sky until a shadow blocked her view. A large silver mech looked down at her, with a face that was so angry, that she began to shake from his gaze alone. Her energy reserves, already low, began draining faster with her consciousness, and her body began to shut down.

"Crumb." Megatron said to her. "You low-life, ugly bitch."

She heard only the first word before losing her hearing as her body was shutting down fast. But before she could shut down completely, she saw several other mechs gather behind him who began to protest and shout inaudible things at her. Then she fell back.

"Bitch..." Megatron said.

"Megatron! Your perfect change to kill the bitch! Arrgh, such agony she's caused!" Starscream shouted.

"It IS a perfect time to take her out! And I would love nothing more than to see her spark ripped to shreds by my own hand...what she has done to so many others..." Megatron's voice lowered, "But she deserves no more than a slow, tedious, torturous death..." Megatron's throat gargled with acid and the hate he had for her resonated throughout his crew. "I want to make sure she suffers for all the injustice she's caused!"

"But master! She could be gone with the flick of your hand right now!" Starscream pleaded.

"Silence Starscream!" Megatron yelled towards him. "I do not take lives in cold blood! I take revenge..." Megatron reminded him. "Which is all she deserves...get her in the ship, NOW, and have Knock Out make sure she's completely cognizant before I get my hands on her.

"Yes sir!" Starscream nodded.

As Megatron's crew rushed to deliver the Princess to the Nemesis, Megatron stared after her. He had no intention of wasting this opportunity to see that she received a proper punishment for all of the problems that she had caused him in the past. Though it had been a long time ago, the grievances, the hatred, and the adversity she and her brother caused him still sat heavy and uncomfortable in his abdomen. He would be sure to not let her forget that. His mind wandered into the past, as he made himself angry with the memories...


Past:

They were in the middle of a war. Not just any war. The war for Cybertron. It wasn't just one war, it was many. Certainly there were the Autobots and the Decepticons, but there were also all the monarchy's and small democracies and random socialist sectors. They were all at war. The monarchy who caused him the most problems were the Alpha sector though, and he hated them all. Megatron had forgotten how long the quarrel had been going on, but it didn't matter because he was the leader of the Decepticons now and he had a job to do. He had just toppled another Autobot base when he heard the high-pitched annoying laughter. He looked up to see the Princess's ship gliding above them.

"You look so proud, oh strong Megatron!" Princess Swift said. "That's a nice pile of scrap you've claimed!" she laughed at him again, and he glared.

"You should come down here and tell me that, PRINCESS." he held his arms out, inviting her to the challenge.

"Oh you know I'd never get my hands dirty like that. I couldn't dream of touching your filthy armor and pitiful excuses for instruments. What scum." She held her face up from the deck of the ship she rode on. "You and your low-life followers go on with your daily routine, and oh, I've got a present for you come to think of it!" She exclaimed while winking slyly at the captain. The ship released it's waste storage on top of Megatron and his Decepticons. Megatron growled and shielded his head, as did his mechs.

"You bitch!" he yelled after her. "All of Cybertron is for my taking and you fail to see that you are losing! I will have my whole cake, and you are but a crumb to me!" Megatron yelled after her.

"Boohoo..." Swift mewled back at him, "Get your dirty Decepticon filth away from my sector!"

"You're a crumb that I will stomp on!" Megatron couldn't waste his time with such small talk, a war had to be fought, and he knew the royal numbers were staggering, but she still insisted on being a wretch about it. He gritted his metal teeth at her and swore he'd make her pay someday, but he had more important things to do right now...


Present...

The jostling around of her body must have awoken her for a split second, and her optics came online. She peered around with her dull red eyes at her surroundings. She was being carried through a long corridor. She felt so weak, why couldn't she move!? A mech with red and white armor led them, and she looked at the faces of those around her. She remembered seeing the large shadow above her and the group of mechs behind him. Perhaps something had happened and they were going to fix her. That made sense. She dropped her head limply when her body shut itself down again.


Out in space...

From space, the attacking ship sat, watching the scene below. They were hidden, and so were it's crew.

"Did they take her?" a voice said.

"Yes. Megatron has her."

"Good...he won't let her survive. Let's go. He'll do the dirty work for us."


On the Nemesis...

Knock Out busied himself with the Princess's knee joint, as instructed. Making sure that she could at least be put together enough for Megatron to pull her apart again. He shivered with the thought. He knew the disdain that they had for each other, but a quick scan of her processing activity told him that the hatred would probably be shared by one only, and he wasn't exactly sure how to tell that to Megatron.

When she finally opened her eyes from the deep slumber, she lay in confusion for a small moment. She rolled her head to the sides, looking at her surroundings, and while they looked vaguely familiar, they looked also vaguely foreign. The red doctor's clammor made her roll her head down to peer at him. For a brief moment, they exchanged looks, and then Knock Out returned to his work on her knee joint. She plopped her head back on the working table and sighed. She wondered what kind of mischief she had gotten herself into. She'd remember once her energy was back, she thought.

Just then, the door to the med bay opened and three large mechs stood in the doorway. Knock Out turned his head toward the opened door and stood up quickly.

"Megatron." Knock Out said, "my lord." He backed away from the three who entered to give them space. Soundwave and Starscream followed behind their leader as he walked slowly and deliberately into the room. He held his chest high and locked his arms behind his back, glaring down at her spitefully and happy to see that she was finally conscious.

"I love when wishes are granted..." he spoke to her softly and evilly, his words dripping with acid, "Those deserving of fate like this would be lucky to make it out of here alive...and some are more deserving of unending torture!" He spoke sharply at her.

She said nothing back to him, but listened intently. Megatron came down on her quickly and slammed both hands on either side of her head, sending a clamoring jolt through her audio sensors. She flinched but did say a word.

"What do YOU think?" Megatron acknowledged her with a flick of his head, "The latter maybe?" he snarled in her face.

Thinking she'd done something wrong, her optics turned into wide pearls of terror. She turned to glance at the other mechs around her to see what their reactions were, and why she was in such dire straits. The grey mech with blue glowing lines wore a blank mask, and the grey and red one was sneering in her direction, arms crossed across his lean body. The doctor who was working on her a very short time ago sat on a stool, looking as if his work had been interrupted.

Her eyes fell back onto the menacing mech who's face was so very close to hers. She felt as if she'd forgotten something, maybe something she was supposed to do.

"I-...I" the words stumbled out of her mouth, "I think...I..." she nearly whispered the words before trailing off, trying to remember why he was angry with her.

Megatron took little notice of the shape of her optics, the confusion they lay within them and the questions she asked his face.

"You should be suffering..." Megatron rolled his head forward and growled into her so that she could almost feel the vibrations of his vocalizer in her spark, "You deserve nothing more, crumb!" He regarded her with the nickname he had chosen for her long ago.

She absorbed all of his words but couldn't put together her own to reply. Her eyes wandered around the room again, what she could see of it from Megatron's large body shadowing the majority of it from her vision. The red doctor was leaning back on his stool again, a confused and perplexed look growing on his face as he looked back at her.

Her optics returned to Megatron's face, his optics pummeling her for answers.

Megatron looked her face over, he wondered why she didn't want to speak to him, if this was just another game of hers, he was becoming impatient fast.

"My leige..." Knock Out mumbled from behind him, "If I might..."

Megatron turned his head slowly to regard his doctor, "What!"

"The results of her processor scan came back as damaged." Knock Out's demeanor was calm and yet, it was a little apprehensive. He wasn't sure how his master was going to respond to his findings, but either way, he knew he was going to be upset. Knock Out got no reaction from Megatron, so he continued, "I don't think she knows who you are."

Megatron's expression immediately changed from anger to unease. What was his doctor trying to say? He clenched his eyes shut and for the first time since her capture, he gritted his teeth and spoke softly in a whisper toward her.

"On whose ship did you arrive here from...?" Megatron asked her.

She searched his face for the meaning of his question, but couldn't place where he was trying to head.

"This one?" She replied. She remembered seeing the corridor of the ship, therefore she remembered this ship.

Megatron's face furrowed and he growled, "No! Before this!"

She hesitated again before answering, trying to think, but she could remember just recently walking down the corridor of the ship, so why was he asking?

That's when Megatron started to notice the shape of her oval optics. They usually pierced him with fire and demise, but he could see nothing in them, they seemed to even be shaped differently. She was scared, but he had never seen her scared before. Where was the fire that she had so hatefully spit at him numerous times? Megatron scowled at her, but he also became terrified inside of his spark. Her processor was damaged, Knock Out had said, and he was a stranger to her. He hoped that it wasn't true, but he had to know.

"Get me the mind reader..." Megatron spoke slowly to Knock Out while still looking into her empty eyes. Megatron did notice now that the shape of her optics was different, and her bottom lip quivered slightly in his presence.

Knock Out moved fast and brought the cord over to the table. Megatron shoved him aside and grabbed the cord himself with a gruff and frustrated sound. He roughly pinned her shoulders down and she fought the uncomfortable grasp, grunting with sounds of protest. With one swift move, Megatron plugged the mind reader into the back of her head, and she fell limp.

Knock Out brought up her visual memories on screen and they watched intently. Replays of Megatron's face repeated over and over again from just a few minutes ago and then small blips of being carried down the long corridor of the Nemesis.

"Give me what happened before this, Knock Out." Megatron said.

"I'm trying, but there's a block, I can't get through." Knock Out said as he pounded away at the large keyboard in front of him.

"This can't be happening to me now...try harder!" Megatron shouted at the medic.

Knock Out shook his head, flustered, "I can't, either it's all been blocked, or erased."

Megatron gave out a powerful growl and slammed his hand against Knock Out's keyboard. He was frustrated beyond belief. How could at the most opportune time for him to seek revenge on this evil femme could she have gotten so badly damaged, that her memory had been compromised. He stomped over to the cord and yanked it out of her head and her optics came back online. She took a deep breath and then looked straight into Megatron's optics.

"Why now!?" He yelled at her.

She flinched and turned her head away.

"Why can't you just let me have my revenge on you, you demented, undeserving wretch!" He leaned into her, "Don't you even know your own name?!"

"Crumb." She answered to him, sure of it, repeating the name that he had called her just moments before.

"No! No, no NO!" Megatron took the broad side of his hand and lifted it as if he was going to slap her face. But he grit his teeth as it was raised when he saw the fear in her eyes and her hands coming up just below her chin in submission to guard her face. Striking her now would give him no satisfaction, and he slowly lowered his hand to his side.

"Revenge doesn't seem quite as satisfying now...you don't even know what you are being punished for, do you?" Megatron growled at her.

She slowly swayed her head from side to side, never taking her optics off of his face. He must have hated her for some reason. She must have done something previously that she couldn't remember that made him hate her so much. But for whatever fate's reasons were, she couldn't remember why. She couldn't reason either. It was obvious to her now that she had forgotten not just a brief period of her memory, but a longer span of time that must have included interactions with this great mech at some point.

"You tiny piece of scrap..." Megatron shook his head as he whispered his frustrations. "How dare you deny me my revenge" He grunted a frustrated chuckle, "And yet, it seems so like you."

Crumb couldn't think of what she was trying to remember, she didn't know where to start, and the more that the large mech in front of her ranted about her past behaviors, the more she wanted to know why.

She decided to try her luck by talking it out. "What did I do?"

Megatron frowned at her words but kept calm, now that he knew that she wasn't joking around with him. He fought the urge to show her all the documents, the history, her life evidence he had against her.

She repeated herself, "What did I do?" Her words were sincere, as if they weren't her own from Megatron's perspective. But then of course, it was like she was almost a different person completely. "Because...I," she stuttered over her words as she became intimidated by Megatron's intrusive glare, "I don't like this."

She talked like a child. Megatron remembered her speaking much more eloquently than this.

Megatron stepped back from her, his processor was torn on her fate now. Before, he had wanted to make her suffer, she had deserved no less. But, having this new realization made him have second thoughts and he realized that he was going to have to think about it. Sure he could push through with his first plans to make her scream in agony for the wrongdoings she'd done to him, but she wouldn't be screaming for the reasons he'd want her to be. What good would come from seeking revenge on someone whom he wanted dire reactions from. He knew that punishing her for the things that she couldn't remember wouldn't make him content.

"You've done things in the past that make you worthy of death...Crumb. You've broken the chains and the bridges of camaraderie and degraded those among you as if they were nothing." Megatron's words were deep, just like his glowing eyes, which lowered to her in a dangerously controlled manner, "You should be thankful for your loss of memory, because otherwise, you'd be screaming in agony from my tearing you limb from limb."

Megatron would have liked to tear her limb from limb with all the torment she's caused, but as he had already decided, that wouldn't be the best option, or the most fulfilling. Perhaps her rancid brother was still out there somewhere, trying to seek her out. It's because of him that she was who she was, so rumors had it. Megatron thought about his decision to turn revenge into something not torturous, but shameful. She would know no different, and his conscious wouldn't suffer.

He smirked at the thought rolling through his processor of degrading her to the lowest level of servitude there was, and how sweet revenge would taste if her brother were to find out his bitch sister was serving under the hands of the Decepticons, willfully.

Crumb licked her lips and swallowed hard as Megatron continued. The look on his face wasn't pleasant at all.

"We've never had an amiable relationship, so don't think that my mercy means anything to you." He spat. "If you want to stay here on this ship without trouble," He stopped his sentence and turned around, opening a compartment in the wall and rummaging through its contents, and then turned back to her when he found what he wanted. He continued his sentence, "You will wear this."

He held up the Decepticon badge, a symbol unbeknownst to her as shame and honor all in one.

"What is your answer?" Megatron raised his head to her.

Crumb stared at the symbol he held in front of her. She knew the symbol from those around her, they all wore it. The large silver mech in front of her wore it in the center of his chest. It seemed like an easy enough answer, she didn't know what else to do. She looked strangely down at her own body, sitting up as she did so, but she found no markings on her.

"Don't expect to find your faction...you were never apart of one, you held your pride too high to stoop so ...low." Megatron spoke to her, remembering how often she would remind both him and Optimus Prime of their petty excuses for armies. But little did she know that their numbers increased while hers decreased. Those that left the royal army joined the Autobots or the Decepticons, not wanting to serve underneath her and her brother's aimless quests for domination.

"Okay, I'll wear it." She said outright.

Megatron, astounded by her immediate acceptance, glanced to Knock Out, "Mark her position as Sanitation, level one." He threw the symbol at her face, nicking her paint slightly on the cheek. She flinched and then began to turn hot with embarrassment.

Knock Out caught the symbol before it hit the ground and prepared his welder, "Yes, Lord Megatron."