AN: Not to waste time but I do have to clarify these are entirely non-canon and just thoughts I had. I don't know why but I've started shipping them despite having very little screen time together. All short fics you see in this story are just playing off several instances and quotes implied between the two characters. May be slightly OOC but not too much. This is a crack pairing so if you hate human/mech, I'm terribly sorry. (Not really sorry...)
They were always two worlds apart in species, views, and sides. But for a second, none of that mattered. Today, Megatron was the Lieutenant Colonel's Autobot hunter. As much as he despised being under another's command, at least he got to slaughter his greatest enemies first after years of their sabotage and heroics for everyone but their own kind. They deserved to perish for such traitorous acts.
It seemed the human, Lennox, finally realized Autobot actions brought all this alien disaster to Earth's shores. Granted his species had been here much longer than several centuries but most of the conflicts that made them reappear were because of items hidden or launched by Autobots.
It was their fault mainly, plain and simple. He was ordered to kill.
TRF followed the Decepticon Leader only because they were requested to capture the inventor and to keep an eye on him and his crew. He led them anywhere and everywhere searching for the Autobots and at the helm of the operation, Lennox held his reins. He was harnessed like a dog for only this hunt and he could guess afterwards, they would attempt to put him down.
He had many apprehensions with humans, too many to count in fact, but none were as prominent as him having to be a mutt with a leash. Thankfully, that chain allowed him to move far enough away so he didn't have to see human faces staring at him with hate and fear everywhere he went. And yet the leash seemed to continue to drag him back to Lennox as if he always expected in his processor for this insect to have something for him in return for even a failed rummage.
As the humans could say, he was becoming domesticated. Fool, he was no human's lapdog! Megatron was in command, not a fleshling with pathetic metals of valor and bravery. If anything Lennox was his pet that he decided was useful to keep about, not the other way around.
But then…why did he always return whenever Lennox called him? Never did he respond to that Morshower military man or the lawyers or even the blasted American government, only to Will did he come running back with blood-soaked gears and a hell bent attitude. The human gave him a purpose again, that's why.
He came back because he wanted to. He was Lennox's hellhound.
What was wrong with him?
AN (2): Did I fry your brain yet? Guess what, there's more! I'm on the crack pairing train and we're going to be here for a while! All aboard my hell! CHOO CHOO!