A/N: After so many wonderful reviews to continue here I am with the next chapter! My plan is to update each story every other day so it can balance out. Chapter 10 of Scars should be out tomorrow. Hope you all enjoy!

The rest of the flight back to Rose's shop was done in silence. They didn't have much to say other than Megatron yelling at her to keep her bodily functions to herself. Rose snickered a little at that. Megatron couldn't believe how unafraid this human was of him. He knew that he could be scary, but she didn't even seem to notice. And that made him a little angry because he wanted her to fear him, as it was in his nature. But then, he liked that she didn't. He just wanted to hit himself right now, maybe that would help his mental processors to function properly.

A few minutes later he landed beside her home where she did all her mechanic work. It was just a small little cottage in the middle of nowhere, but since she did so well doing her job, she got paid good money. Rose jumped out and jogged into her garage, muttering something as she took in how messy it was. Megatron stayed where he was so he wouldn't have to deal with the pain of transforming. He waited impatiently for a few minutes, until enough was enough. "Hurry up insect!"

Rose stuck her head out of the door, giving him a glare. "I am! I just need to grab one more thing. You know, you could help me?"

"Why would I wish to help you?"

"Because if you did we could get out of here faster." Seriously, why did the guy have to yell so much?

"I'd rather stay here."

Rose rolled her eyes. "Fine, just let me carry this stuff over there and we can go." She grabbed her now very heavy toolbox with both hands and stumbled over to the jet. Megatron didn't even open the door for her. "Uh hello? Could you open the door?"

"Oh, are you talking to me? Sorry, I wasn't listening." He chuckled darkly and opened the door.

Rose dragged the box along the side of the plane just for payback, pleased with the screeching sound it made. Megatron quickly chained her to the seat with the seatbelts and made it tight. "Do not do that to me ever again." He growled menacingly.

Rose struggled to breathe, managing a small nod before he let her go. Now she knew how much this guy was capable of, and it scared her out of her wits. 'Rosa, what have you gotten yourself into?'

Megatron was pleased that she feared him now, it would be much easier to control her. But in the back of his processors there was a small part of him that didn't like it at all. But he shook it off, after all, he was a Decepticon. They didn't show any mercy. He had honestly lost count of how many Cybertronians and humans he'd killed since the war first started. But he didn't care, that was all the war was, fight and kill.

Suddenly, a small voice interrupted his thoughts, "Um, M-Megatron, we're here." Megatron grunted as confirmation and landed. Rose quickly grabbed her toolbox and scrambled out, getting as far away from his as possible while he transformed. She watched as he sat down by the cliff side, limping the whole way. Once he was settled he gestured for her to come closer, but she didn't move. He sighed, if she wasn't even going to do the job since she was afraid of him, what was the point? "Come here child, I will not hurt you."

Rose took a deep breath and cautiously walked towards him. Then got down on all fours to take out the necessary tools. She'd need just about everything that was in there to fix his arm, and his face was a whole other story. She'd need extra metal to put it back together. Once everything was out onto the grass she looked around for the limb, not finding it anywhere. 'Dang it.' She thought. That meant that she had to ask Megatron if he knew where it was, and she so didn't want to talk to him again. Taking a deep breath, she tried to keep her voice steady. "Do you know where your other arm is?" That was pretty good, didn't crack at all.

Megatron took out the mangled arm from behind him, having placed it there earlier. He silently set it in front of her, not wanting to frighten her again. Rose took the arm and looked it over. She wouldn't need anymore metal to put it back on, all she had to do was weld it back on his shoulder. "Could you lower your hand so I can reach your shoulder?" He picked up the limb and laid his hand out in front of her. Rose took no time to grab her welder and safety mask, and carefully got onto his talon-like hand. When she was stable he raised her up to shoulder level and she got to work.

4 hours later Rose pulled of her mask and sat down exhaustedly. She finally got Megatron's arm fully attached and functional. Who knew how much longer it would take to fix an alien robot? And she still had to do his face and figure out what was wrong with his leg. She groaned a little at the thought.

Megatron moved his arm around, testing how it worked. He had to admit she did a very good job. And although she took four Earth hours, it was worth it. He wasn't in so much pain anymore. Glancing at the little femme in his hand and noticed how tired she looked. 'That is right.' He thought, 'Humans can't go as long of a time without staisis.' "You did well insect. I would like you to rest now, I will take you back to your home and come pick you up after the moon cycle."

Rose stretched out in his hand, leaning against one of his digits. "I'm gonna need metal to fix your face, do you want me to look for some tomorrow?"

"No. I will get the necessary items that you need." He lowered his hand so she could groggily stumble off and transformed. Rose packed everything up and hopped in, careful not to scrape the metal this time.

Megatron noticed that the girl was very silent in his cabin. He turned on his sensory cables and felt her breathe even and slow. The realization quickly dawned on him, she was asleep! He growled a little under his breath, but let her sleep. As long as she didn't release any kind of bodily fluid on his leather he'd be fine.

Once he landed beside her cottage he shook a little to wake her up. She only stirred a little before changing positions. "Insect." Still no response. "Rose!" Rose shot right up, frantically looking around. "What what?"

"We're here." He unstrapped her seatbelt and let her out. Rose put her toolbox down and patted the jet. "Night Megs." She muttered sleepily before working her way towards the front door.

Once she was safely inside Megatron mused over what she had called him. Megs? Was that like a 'nickname' as the humans called it? He searched the word on the internet. Apparently a nickname was something somebody gave to a person or thing they cared about, just to show their fondness for them. A million questions ran through his mental processors. Why would she do that? He hadn't said one kind thing to the girl. And why in Primus did he let her get away with it? Megatron turned around and flew off, hoping the meager chore of searching for the necessary metal would help him to forget about it. No such luck. He transformed in an abandoned train yard and took his anger out on the buildings. He had never had a nickname before, unless it was something one of his soldiers called him behind his back, which he found out about and put a stop to. But he had let this insignificant human get away with it? The sad part of this whole thing was that he didn't know why he was so angry about it. It was just a simple nickname, he was sure the femme didn't hold any hidden meaning behind it. It was still his name, just a little smaller. So caught up in his rage he didn't hear his first officer Starscream transform behind him. "Master, I am glad to see that you have been somewhat repaired."

Megatron turned to the smaller mech. "Yes, I have a new minion who is bringing me back to health. Are you well Starscream?"

"I only have a few dents sir. I am fine. I am here to inform you that your soldiers are inquiring what their orders are now."

'Mindless drones.' He thought. "Tell them to keep hidden for now, once I am fully repaired I shall fly back to base to draw new tactics. Now leave Starscream, I would like to be left alone."

"Yes master."

Once he was gone Megatron continued searching for the metals. After finding a few decent pieces in an old steel factory he let himself go into staisis, that dreaded nickname still playing in his head.

A/N: Okay! That's done. It's about 12:00 a.m. here in Michigan, so I'm going to bed sorry if this chapter was totally crappy, "which I'm pretty sure it was. I'm just so tired, but I wanted to get you guys a chapter. I hope it wasn't too bad. Goodnight!