A/N: Be aware, this is based on the novel of the third movie, so do not read on if you do not wish to be spoiled. I'm not saying that everything here will be completely the same as the movie, but it is based off the novel, so there are bound to be quite a few similarities. Also don't read if you don't want to be spoiled about the book. Yesh. Spoiler warnings. Don't cha love 'em? Don't say I didn't warn ya.

Megatron/OC, because this book hyped me up WAY too much.


It was a regular morning in the apartment being rented by the young couple. The boyfriend, believe it or not, was already up, having just completed his morning jog and had his regular morning shower. His next chore was to awake the creature that was slumbering in his bed.

Light filtered through the curtains, casting a dim glow over the bedroom, but not quite reaching the sloth that lay hidden beneath the many layers of sheets. Birds chirped loudly outside, too, as if urging the sleeper to awaken, but even they could be blocked out by a simple pillow over the head. Adrian, once again, was amused by the extents his girlfriend would go to just to get an extra minute or so of shut-eye.

"Wakey-wakey, sleeping beauty."

There was a resisting groan from the lump underneath the blankets, refusing to budge from it's spot beneath the covers. Adrian let out an amused sigh, opening up the curtains and walking over to the bed to pull the sheets back as well as the pillor off her head. He would drag her out of bed if he had to, though he really didn't want to resort to that.

Light streamed through the open curtains, hitting the girl directly in the eyes. There was an annoyed growl, and she blindly attempted to swat at the offending sunlight.

"Adrian...!" she groaned, eyes opening blearily.

"Mornin' sleepyhead," he purred in reply, only to narrowly dodge a pillow aimed at his head. With a soft chuckle, he slipped into the bed beside his girlfriend, wrapping his arms around her midsection and kissing the top of her head. "Something wrong?" he teased light-heartedly.

"Yeah," she mumbled sleepily, snuggling in to his warm embrace, "It's freakin' Monday."

Adrian chuckled, planting another quick kiss on the top of her head before rising to his feet. His girlfriend, Amanda, let out an annoyed huff at the loss of contact and flopped back down into their bed. Absently, Adrian wondered if poking her with a stick would get her up faster.

"Come on, time to get up. I have to get to work, and you still have to go to your lunch with your sister and her newest boyfriend."

Amanda let out another reluctant groan, not enthused about meeting the latest douche who had decided to attatch himself to her sister. The last one... don't even get her started on the last one. It was the last time Amanda would tolerate an arrogant ass strutting around the house as if he owned the place. Only Adrian, level-headed and tolerant Adrian, had stopped her from picking up a baseball bat and knocking some sense in to her sister and her pig of a boyfriend.

"Don't be like that. She said this one was different," Adrian pointed out, disappearing into their adjoined bathroom.

It was far too early for it to even be legal to get up for her, but she supposed she didn't really have much of a choice in the matter. Amanda mumbled something incoherent under her breath, before getting up to follow after him. She could've left it at that, but she wasn't going to give an almost-guranteed asshole the benefit of the doubt... even if she hadn't met him yet. Heck, just thinking about what new lengths this guy could go to to piss Amanda made her want to strangle something.

"Yeah, but that's what she said the last twenty times," Amanda snorted, practically bouncing into the room and perching herself up on the sink counter.

Adrian spared her an amused glance, moving to turn away and pick his towel off the floor, when she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, leaning in closer for a kiss. He allowed one, a very brief one at that, before pulling away and regarding her with an arched eyebrow and a look that said 'I-know-what-you're-up-to.'

"What?" she asked innocently, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling him affectionately.

"You know exactly what," he said, the amused glint never leaving his eyes, "This is another one of your procrastination methods."

"I don't know what youre talking about" she murmured softly, pulling him closer for another kiss.

He looked like he was going to indulge her for a second, just a second, before he pulled his head back slightly and gently pushed himself away from her.

"No," he said firmly, although the playful sparkle in his eye reflected just how tempted he was to give in to her game, "Shower. Now."

"Adrian..." she objected, pouting, looking like she'd rather do anything but.

"Don't 'Adrian' me, missy," he said, doing his best mock impresonation of a parent scolding their child, "You know what Dylan's like. Now get into that shower, young lady."

With a defeated sigh, she slipped off the counter, throwing a playful glare at her boyfriend as she did so. He let out a soft chuckle, planting a quick kiss on her lips. She still kept up the mock glare.

"See you tonight," he said.

"Look forward to it."


"Where are you?" the voice demanded over the phone.

"Hold your hair on, sis'. I'm on my way now."

Amanda was, in fact, swerving her way madly through the traffic that dared to block her path. She'd been a little... distracted by a certain book she'd came across whilst she was getting ready and, as usual, it had made her late to the lunch with her sister and her boyfriend. Oh well. No big loss. It wasn't like she was eager to see him in the first place.

"You should've been 'on your way' fifteen minutes ago!"

"Alright, alright! Keep your exasperation to yourself. I'm like 10 seconds away."

"10..."

"Hey! Don't count!"

"9..."

"You're counting too fast!"

"8, 7, 6..."

"This isn't fair! I'm stuck in traffic!"

"5..."

"I hope you realise you're just wasting your money on your cell phone."

"4..."

"Did I ever tell you how much I hate you?"

"3, 2, 1. Love you too, 'Manda. Oh and look! No sister. Hmmm... why am I not suprised..."

"Alright, you made your point. You can leave your beloved sister alone now... I'm almost there."

Without further ado, Amanda quickly snapped her cell phone shut, figuring she'd had enough of Carly's teasing over the phone for one day. Now her sister got to do it in person... oh joy. Where was Adrian when you needed him?


"My man! Where have you been?"

The voice is laid back, friendly, with a grin that no doubt charmed a good amount of girls he aimed it towards. Said man, however, knew better than to fall for the cheery exterior. Inside was a hardened businessman, whose only interest was money and only thoughts were to come out on top of every deal, regardless of who- or what- was harmed in his way. A real monster of a man inside, really handsome on the outside. Some guys had all the luck.

"Sir," he replied politely, not leaving a trace of his thoughts for the crocodile-man to identify.

"Just the man I wanted to see. Come, let's go into my office where things are more... private."

The man dutifully follows after the businessman, making his way through the winding halls that were filled with countless numbers of bustling workers who seemed quite content to just shove through any object- living or otherwise- that got in their way. Including the man. The businessman seemed to have no such problem: people moved out of his way, and instead of blatantly ignoring him like they seemed to do to the follower they greeted the businessman with cheery waves and friendly greetings. The follower soon found it easier just to walk directly behind the businessman rather than fight his way throught the crowd. For him, the journey to the man's office couldn't be over sooner.

When they did finally arrive, the man was noticably relieved to be out of such a chaotic mess, flopping himself down in the chair that was positioned in front of the businessman's desk, gladly accepting the drink that was offered to him. The businessman was more dignified in the way he sat himself down on the opposing side of the desk, languidly reclining in the chair and giving the man another one of his famous grins. Once upon a time, the follower had found the welcoming and open grin to be truly genuine. Now he knew him well enough that everything about it was completely fake, just like the rest of the him.

Taking a drink for himself, the businessman took a quick swig, before getting straight down to... well... business.

"They're getting impatient, you know," he said to the visitor, leaning forward slightly in his chair, as if getting a better look at him.

"I know," the other replied, idly playing with his already half-empty cup, letting out a sigh that sounded suspiciously like defeat.

The businessman arched an eyebrow curiously, holding his position for a moment longer before calmly leaning back into his chair.

"Just lettting you know," he said easily, as if they were discussing something as innocent as the weather. "They don't like to be kept waiting."

"I'm well aware of that, too," the man replied, his voice edging towards the precipice of annoyance, as if discussing his failure somehow irritated him.

The businessman merely tossed him an amused look, swirling the contents of his cup around thoughtfully. Silence lapsed between the two of them; the businessman examining the other as if he'd just found out something rather interesting about him, and the man looking at him as if daring him to make the next move. Incidentally, he did.

"Any particular date I can give them, then?"

"Soon," is all the man offers, the words coming out almost immediately on reflex.

"That's what you said last time."

The tone of the businessman's voice has noticably changed. He still holds the same friendly and conversational air about it, but there's an underscore of danger, and the tension between them suddenly became so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Yeah, well, there were unseen complications last time."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

"Like forgetting who you're playing for?"

Silence falls again, but not in the same way it did last time. It is a shocked silence, the result of the man not being certain on how to reply to the question. The businessman returns the startled look with a pleasant smile, placing his glass down on his desk. Not much conveys the man's surprise- no gasp, no taken-aback look on his face- but there was enough. The slight widening of his eyes for starters.

"Surely you didn't think we missed your growing affection?" the businessman purred, on his feet by this time and walking around his desk towards the man.

The man instinctively leans away, his eyes now narrowing suspiciously, hands tightening on the chair as if bracing himself for some sort of struggle. The businessman merely dismisses the action with a wave of his hand, the amusement never leaving his expression.

"All's fair in love and war, Mr. Stryder. So long as it doesn't stop you from completing you objective."

"Never."

The words come out firm, assured, so full of confidence it would be hard to doubt him. But the businessman raises his eyebrows, and he looks nothing but skeptical. And the look of amusement still has yet to leave his face.

"Excellent, Mr. Stryder. You won't mind taking this back then from when you threw it into the dump."

'Mr. Stryder' visably pales as a small, black object is dangled before him, before unceremoniously being dropped onto his lap. When he looks back up, the businessman is leaning in towards him, optics narrowed in an expression that reminds him of a hawk sizing up it's next meal. Stryder tries to lean back again, to cease the uncomfortable feeling of another invading his personal space, but he is trapped.

"I suggest you do it this time, Mr. Stryder... before I do."