Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! The Transformers are the sole property of Hasbro, and I'm merely a bored person who has nothing better to do with my time…
Note: I decided to bring everyone that died in the movie…BACK TO LIFE. MUHAHAHAHA!
Seriously, the more characters you have the more fun it is. NO FLAMES PLEASE! I'm always open to constructive criticism/beta offers. But being rude is seriously not cool. If you think my fic is THAT bad, then just stop reading it.
This is a sequel to More Than Meets the Eye, therefore, if you're a first-time reader, some things may confuse you a bit. If you do find yourself perplexed, bamboozled, or utterly baffled, simply refer back to the first story and things will clear up quickly for you.
Summary: Megatron and Kayla had it all: a happy marriage, wonderful friends, and a beautiful family with two new members on the way. But life begins to spiral out of control when a mysterious new girl enters the picture...
Author's Note: No…I haven't died, lol. I've been moving from one apartment to another, and trying my hand at another story to see what would happen. But no more of that; I'm back, and I'm continuing the story like a good authoress! With that being said, on with the chappie!
Never Give Up, Never Surrender
Previously:
They always say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach… she thought slowly, shifting her eyes to the bedroom door once more.
It might just be his weakness, too.
The sky was clear, the sun shone brightly, and not a breath of wind in the air; the weather outside was just too perfect, too wonderful to stay indoors. So, after packing a rather large basket of sandwiches and drinks, the Autobots, the Decepticons, and the Griffins made their way outside the base, Sam, Mikaela, and Monica hitching a ride with Bumblebee, and on their way to the lake. Once there, they'd meet up with the Witwickies and the Lennoxes for some beer and barbeque, which no one –except the expectant mother—could really refuse.
It was a tight squeeze, but all three teens managed to cram themselves into Bumblebee's interior, much to his discomfort; Sam sat in the passenger seat with Mikaela on his lap, and Monica had the honor of sitting in the driver's seat by herself. Turning her head with a swish of unnaturally blond hair, she observed her cousin and her boyfriend begin to kiss, her pale face flushing hot with uncomfortable emotions.
What do I care? He's a nerd anyway…
Her attention drifted back to earlier this morning; apparently 'soon' meant much longer than five or ten minutes, because after an intense, steamy hour locked in his bedroom with his blimp of a wife, Megatron had emerged sweaty, disheveled, and completely at a loss for words, something very uncharacteristic from his normal debonair personality.
Like that cow could be any good in the sack. Honestly, what does she have that makes him so crazy?
He'd explained that Kayla had been feeling a bit depressed because of her constant pregnancies, and needed a bit of reassurance; he'd probably been telling the truth, but that didn't pacify Monica in the least. Just the mere thought of that undeserving bitch's hands running through his dark, wild hair…the crooked grin that he only ever seemed to flash in her direction…those masculine lips touching her own seemingly plain ones. It made her crazy, it made her furious, and most of all, it made her jealous. Granted, jealousy wasn't something she commonly experienced; unlike her grease-monkey cousin, her family had money, a lot of it. And with her naturally good looks, she'd never really been denied guy-wise. Hell, she'd snagged a married man before, but she could tell immediately that Megatron would be a rather tough nut to crack.
A tough nut, but a nut to be savored once cracked.
She'd heard the stories of how he found Kayla alone in the forest, of the hatred they once shared in the early days of their relationship; how he turned human for her, and how they'd named all their children after members of his once-rival faction: the Autobots. To a point, it disgusted her a bit, how fairy-tale perfect their marriage was…
But nothing lasts forever.
Some called her a sadist –Did emotional pain count?—for getting enjoyment out of ripping apart relationships like tissue paper, but honestly, she couldn't care less. Since when did she ever care what people thought of her? Well…what the girls thought of her, at least. As far as she could tell, Kayla was just another pregnant wife who was insecure about her looks, which weren't even that good, in her own personal opinion; she might've had a decent chance, if it weren't for the long, jagged scar slashing across her face like a claw-mark. Moncia could safely admit that her tan was nice, and that her highlighted hair hadn't been achieved in a salon, two areas where she herself wasn't flawless, but other than that, she was exceedingly boring.
In a way, she could see how dorky guys might find her attractive, with her short height, boundless energy, and obnoxious –in her opinion— slightly raunchy sense of humor. Oh, but never around the children! Her saintly view of her children and their "innocence" sickened her more than anything else.
Why doesn't she just go back to her storybook where she belongs?
But her reverie came to a screeching halt, so to speak, when Bumblebee skidded to a stop in the narrow road beside Tranquility Lake, opening his doors for the passengers to climb out. Still giggling to themselves, Sam and Mikaela extricated themselves from one another before stumbling out onto the hot pavement, already stripping their shirts off their backs as they headed for the glassy water. Sighing to herself, Monica slid out of the driver's seat and headed off toward the shady spot under a large tree where the three families were congregating, some dumping the charcoal into the city-provided
barbeque while others set up the large picnic table. Smirking to herself, she double-checked her purse to ensure that her 'secret weapon' was still in place, and with a grin on her face, swaggered over to their gathering place.
Let's just see how 'happy' their 'ever after' really is.
"Okay kids, listen up. Optimus , Ratchet, you two can go in the water if you want-"
"YAAY!"
"But you have to wear your water wings. Neither of you are really strong swimmers yet."
"AWW! C'mon, Mom!"
The pregnant woman stood firm, her hands plastered to her hips, and her eyes narrowed into a taught glare, immediately ceasing her sons' whining. Raising one eyebrow at her boys, they quickly took the hint , pulled their inflatable plastic water wings over their upper arms, and took off squealing toward the water. With an amused chuckle, she turned her gaze back to her younger boys, who were all looking up at her expectantly.
"Yes…you too. Jazz, Bee, Jack, you're coming with me."
The three children burst into elated giggles as their mother scooped them up, called over to their Daddy that they were headed into the lake, and began to march toward the water, feet squishing deeper and deeper into the wet earth with every step she took. At last, when her feet hit the water, Kayla released a relieved sigh; the cool lake felt even better than it looked as it slid across her sweaty skin, lapping gently against her body as she walked further into the water.
"Here we go, boys!"
Finding some firm ground, she stood with the water up to her breast and dug her toes into the lake bed, cradling her three sons close as they gleefully splashed in the water, enjoying the relief from the insistent heat. With wet hands, Little Jazz reached behind her head, grabbed the rubber band that held her hair away from the water, and pulled it out with a grin, laughing contentedly when she gasped in surprise.
"Get her wet!" he shrieked, splashing small handfuls of water onto her dry hair.
Jack and Bee eagerly joined in, also splashing their mother in an attempt to get her hair soaked. Seeing that she was clearly outnumbered, she started calling out to the spectators on dry land.
" I'm being attacked!" she pretended to cry out. "Somebody, save me!"
It was then that Megatron decided to join in. Kicking off his flip-flops, he flung his shirt off his back –much to the delight of the females present— and tore off full speed toward the lake, slicing through the cool water like a knife until he emerged with a splash beside his wife.
Shaking his hair, to purposely flick water at his sons, he grabbed Jazz in a flash and flung him up in the air, catching him softly when he fell back down.
"Gotcha!" he exclaimed, ruffling his son's hair as he hugged his father. "Ready to go splash your mother?"
"I don't think so!" came the gleeful response. Kayla was grinning at him with a son in each arm, and stood about ten feet away, where she could maintain her erect posture. "It's three on two!"
From the shore, the Autobots, Decepticons, Lennoxes, and Witwickies watched the ongoing battle raging in the lake; it didn't really seem that anyone was winning, but everyone was having a good time as they kicked and splashed, yelling and screaming. Optimus and Ironhide quickly caught wind of what was happening and rushed over to join the fight, Optimus joining his mother and Ironhide joining his father. No one could be certain who was fighting who through the constant spray of water being kicked up, but from the sound of the splash war, it seemed like it was a pretty fun family activity. Finally after ten minutes or so, Megatron and Jazz surrendered, and the onshore audience cheered as they tromped through the water and back up onto the shore; Megatron set Little Jazz on his feet with Bee, who frolicked happily in the water for several minutes before following their parents completely onto dry land.
Toweling off their small children, the two parents smiled at one another, leaned over their children's heads, and gave each other a quick peck on the lips before vigorously toweling themselves off. Finally, after instructing them to be careful, they released their kids to go play; screaming with excitement, they joined the Lennox children in a game of hide-and-seek, leaving Megatron and Kayla to accompany their friends. Laughing to themselves, the adults watched as Sam and Mikaela followed the children, acting as temporary guardians while they played.
"You two have quite the brood, there," admired Ron, obviously counting up all the Griffin children. "And two more on the way…"
"Yes," Kayla agreed. "They can be quite a handful sometimes-"
"But the twins will be our last," Megatron cut in. "We've agreed that eight is more than enough."
Across the table, Will spit out his mouthful of beer and laughed. "Eight? Man, and I thought I had it bad with two girls…"
"I know Annabelle just turned six, like my oldest," mused Megatron. "But how old is Claire?"
"Turned three two months ago."
"Three? Primus, time moves so quickly…"
"What are the twins again?" Glen shook his head a few times in an effort to remember. "I don't remember too much from that party…"
Maggie sniffed upon thinking of her boyfriend's drunken stupor. "I should expect not."
Laughing at her joke, Kayla explained, "They're both boys, which'll give us eight sons."
An impressed whistle went up around the table; eight children was quite a feat, but for them to all be males…the amount of testosterone that would be circulating throughout the Griffin home would be dizzying.
Ron clapped Megatron on the shoulder. "What an accomplishment, man. Good luck with that!" With a wistful sigh, he murmured, "Wish I could've had one or two more, myself."
Next to him on the bench, his wife snorted indignantly. "You could barely handle Sam! I couldn't imagine having more than one son…"
From her seat off to the side, Monica saw this moment as the perfect chance to jump into the conversation.
"I know! I mean, you'd totally lose your figure after eight kids; I could never do that to myself!"
However, instead of laughing at her little 'joke', a resounding silence passed over the group, icy stares boring into her like little knives.
Kayla, on the other hand, wasn't sure if she wanted to burst out laughing, or stab her with her plastic fork. "Uh…thanks?"
She exchanged a mildly amused glance with husband, who added, "Actually, she's pretty good about exercise, so a pre-baby body is a possibility…"
Megatron turned an adoring stare toward Kayla, who grinned back at him over the table.
Ugh…it's so disgusting.
Using their moment of distraction, Monica pulled a chalky white pill from her bag, dropped it in Megatron's drink, and went off to join Sam and Mikaela while she waited for just the right moment to continue on…
Something's not right here…not right at all.
The gathering continued on, blasting through hours like minutes, when Megatron began to feel odd; he assumed he'd had a bit too much to drink, as did Kayla, who began loading up the boys and their things before setting off to get them into bed on time.
"Don't stay out too late," she chided with a small smile, pressing a chaste kiss on his lips and cheek. "I'll wait up for you, hon."
"M'kay." He returned the kisses with an intoxicated clumsiness, waving to her wearily as she shooed the boys over to Ratchet's and Ironhide's alt modes. "See ya soon, babe."
After piling all their children into the two awaiting vehicles, she blew him one last kiss, and then hopped in Ratchet's driver's seat, waving goodbye to the company as he pulled down the gravelly road, and onto the nearest main street.
As the two trucks disappeared down the road, talk resumed once more, shifting between couples as they discussed relationships. Playful banter ensued, and it seemed as though it was males versus females in their verbal sparring match.
"I mean, come on," emphasized Sarah, gesturing to the group of girls. "We suffer for nine months, and you get to sit back and do nothing! Men have it so easy!"
"Yeah?" retaliated Glen, quirking an eyebrow in mock interest. "You don't have your reproductive organs, the things that let you make those precious babies, hanging between your legs! We're so vulnerable."
"Oh, please. You wouldn't possibly last…"
Megatron's thoughts drifted as the bickering continued on without him, leaving him lost in his own little world. Suddenly, nothing seemed to matter anymore; he was happy…blissfully happy, without a care in the world. Behind him, he could feel two hands massaging his back, their owner purring sweet nothings into his ear.
"How about a walk?" the voice whispered, the phantom hands luring him from his seat. "Just the two of us…"
He whirled around –it felt more like slow-motion to him– to see Monica grinning at him like a Cheshire cat, beckoning him to follow her. Under normal circumstances, he would've pushed her off, and politely told her to cram her sweet-talk up her ass; for some reason, however, he leered back at her, and agreed without a fuss, leaving the party behind, and ultimately, beginning what was going to be the worst drama he'd faced in years.
And now, thought Monica as she pulled him away toward the woods. I put my plan into action.
Author's Note: Sorry for the ridiculous time it took me to update, everybody. I've just had a total lack of inspiration lately, and have been trying to get my creative juices flowing again…However, after a few good movies and some late-night conversations, I think I'm raring to get going again.
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