Summary: Trinity Moon is just a regular kid...if you called being rescued from a life of abuse by so called evil alien robots and finding out that she's actually the daughter of said evil alien organization's leader. OR... in which the rules are explained.


1.2: CHAPTER TWO


My real father? I thought about this as I stared at the flickering man. I always thought about my parents (real ones, anyways) but how could they be acquainted with this thing? He definitely wasn't a human and I glanced to the backseat again. They weren't being strangled but restrained and both girl's eyes were filled with fear. I turned back to him and his eyes were still on me, sharp and bleeding red.

"My father?" I finally asked.

"Megatron." Barricade replied. "Leader of the Decepticons and one of the strongest Cybertronians ever sparked." His red eyes glittered. "He wishes to have his sparkling brought home where she can be kept safe from harm."

"Sparkling?" I asked.

"The Cybertronian equivalent of a child." Barricade explained. "Your living arrangements are deplorable and these foolish humans treat you as a slave. I've been ordered to exterminate them by your call." My mouth dropped as he explained this. He would kill them if I asked him to. I looked at Anita and Maggie and they'd stopped struggling and instead looked scared. They understood his implications.

As the three looked at each, Barricade pulled to a stop and the doors opened. All three girls exited, Maggie and Anita more quickly than myself. As we got out of the cop car, we heard a shout. Carol and Reagon had both stayed home and they did not look pleased that we weren't at school. As they both stomped down to us, their angry eyes on me, Barricade's car whirred.

The Moon family, aside from myself, stopped and looked in fear. Were they looking at me? No, they were looking at me. What were they looking at?

A shadow dropped over me and I spun around. Barricade's car wasn't a car...it was Barricade and he was angry. He was enormous, a towering height that had to be at least 28 or 29 feet tall and was made of such sharp and cruel looking metal that did not look human made. Black and white plating flashed ominously and his doors which looked like wings on his back, were taunt and tight against his back. Sharp, red eyes flashed dangerously towards the Moon family as his hand transformed into a powerful cannon pointed towards them.

He was, for lack of word, beautiful.

"At your call, my liege." Barricade's voice resonated angrily. "Allow me to destroy these...vermin."

He was talking to me. His eyes, once angry but now soft as he looked to me, sharpened. "They deserve to suffer. No youngling deserves to be hurt and beaten and treated as a slave. These fleshlings are nothing but parasites and their demise is inevitable. Even the Primus-forbidden Autobots would want to destroy them." He roared. His arm cannon flashed bright blue as it powered up and I could taste the power in the air.

"Who are you?" Carol shrieked. "Get away from us!"

"If you kill them," He was close enough that I could touch him, and I did. I pressed a small hand on the underside of his cannon, staring at him intensely, "Then you prove we're as evil as they are."

It was quiet. I heard birds fluttering and the quiet bark of the Moon's old hound, Biff, from a distance. I heard his gears twist and whir as he thought about it and after but a moment, the canon powered down and returned to being a sharp clawed metallic hand and slammed onto the ground, making the people behind me scream and myself jump.

"Trinity," Barricade said seriously, but a small quirk of a smile flitted on his mouth plated, "You are Wildwhip's child, that isn't something anyone could argue against."

"Wildwhip?" I asked.

"Your Carrier. In human terms, your mother." Barricade replied. "The only femme that could soothe Megatron's heart, other than yourself when you were but a few kliks old. Your Sire, your father, will be pleased to see that you have remained as warm as she did and he will be even more pleased when you are at home, safe from harm these glitches could ever do to you."

With a bow of his head, he slowly and carefully transformed back into a cop car with the passenger side opening. I stepped close and put my hand on his hood.

"Trinity Cassandra Moon, where in the world do you think you're going?" Carol bellowed. Her face was red and bloated from anger and her hands were clenched tightly. I paused but looked at her with a serious expression.

"I'm going home, Carol." I said. Without another look behind me, I stepped into Barricade's car mode and we drove off, hopefully to never see them ever again.


Trinity.

A name Barricade had thought he'd never hear ever again. His holoavatar was staring straight forward but as she peered out the window watching the woods turn flat, heading towards their destination, he studied her. Her hair was long and straight and brown and her skin took an olive tone. Her eyes were a cool shade of brown as well and she was thin, petite. Her finger drew circles on his door as he remembered what she'd been like long ago.

The Cybertronian Trinity was still a youngling when she'd been destroyed, a youngling that a young Barricade had been courting. They were inseparable, even during the war and when they fought together, both Bots and Cons ran. The war pained her, fighting against her Uncle Optimus and her friends and family but she was devoted to her Sire, to Megatron and to her lover, Barricade.

They found her broken body in Iacon, after a great explosion, and they'd mourned. It wasn't until Megatron's revival that he revealed that his sparkling's soul had simply been reincarnated into a human body and she was still alive, and still beautiful.

Primus. What was he thinking? Trinity was a human now, she probably didn't even remember anything they had before: their dates in different cafes and theaters, the affection he showed none but her, their slow pressed kisses, their raw passionate interfaces, the angry fights that turned into angry interface. He didn't notice his engine rev as he thought of this, but he did notice the almost frightened way she curled against his door seeking comfort.

He tightened her seatbeat and his holoavatar let one hand touch her own, brushing gently against her wrist as a silent statement: I won't hurt you. She relaxed against his touch, and pressed her hand to his own, a familiar touch. He wondered if she remembered it.

The way he was acting, he never acted with any other femme or mech. Before he'd met her, a bubbly and bright femme with a gorgeous sky blue and silvery paint job that made his heart leap, he'd never wanted any affection from another. He knew he was an attractive mech and many called for him but he didn't want it. But the way she made his grin or even laugh made him never want another. And after her first death? Primus knew he grew angry and resentful. Megatron used that and the two mechs bonded over similar pain after losing their favorite femme.

He wasn't lying to her when he said she was like Wildwhip. The femme was the only one that could calm Megatron with a touch to his hand or a smile. He'd only caught them sharing affection once, accidentally. Wildwhip was pressed to his chest and Megatron looked so...happy. They adored each other and when they had Trinity, their happiness simply broadened.

"I never have to see them again?" Trinity asked, her voice but a shaken whisper.

"Never." Barricade's voice came out a snarl. "You should've let me crush them."

"No." Trinity shook her head. "No more pain."

The silence is the car was booming, electrifying.

"As my princess wishes." Barricade murmured. "Sleep, sweetspark, the ride is long and you should be rested when you reunite with your Sire."

A little alarmed at the "sweetspark" and "princess", Trinity nodded shakily and Barricade released her hand as she curled tightly against the seat, hand pressed firmly against the leather. Within moments, she was fast asleep, obviously exhausted from the day.

They would die. The Moon family, that is. They harmed his would-be Sparkmate, and when he informed Megatron, he knew the mech would not just give him permission, he would join forces with him to tear apart the family and grind them into dust. No, Barricade would have his revenge and he didn't care if his beautiful, now human femme grew angry with him. He'd destroy the world to protect her.

His holoform looked at her, eyes soft behind dark sunglasses and he spoke one single word, a possessive darkness tinting his tone, "Mine."