Disclaimer: Not, not yet... Still belongs to bigger people than me.

Another chapter. This one isn't so funny. Sorry, comedy will pick back up later :P Sorry for the disappointment!

And check this out, noteworthy that Relearning made it's way to: audiofanfic . com / ? p = 523 (just take out the spaces) :D

A few hours after sitting in his room, Miles was shaken from his stupor by his mother calling him for dinner, interrupting Megatron from his speech. Megatron had told him everything only… backwards and he still failed to supply Miles with a name or the fact that he was the leader of the Decepticons. If he was going to have an alibi on this planet, it might as well have been human now that he was stuck in his - to him - retarded computer. And he would have to actually get along with him. If he could have gagged, now would have been the time. Or rather when he came up with the whole cockamamy plan in the first place.

"I gotta go eat, you can tell me more when I get back,"

He continued to mull over what he had been told. When he went downstairs, he didn't even speak, his mind still reeling over what all he had been told. When he was done, he brought the plate to the kitchen and went back upstairs.

Ok, so giant aliens were on the planet. Ok, he could handle that. The fact that they turned into normal every day cars and trucks was a bit more to take in. "Are you ready for me to explain more?"

"Yeah, I want to know more about why those Autobots attacked you,"

"It's simple really. They all had this estranged belief that the Decepticons were out to kill everyone, but we weren't. We had to start defending ourselves."

"And Sam is friends with them?"

"Yes,"

"Well, shouldn't I warn him or something?"

"Or something," Megatron's' voice was almost inaudible, "Are you joking? He doesn't go anywhere out of sensor range of that yellow bug," his voice was loud enough for the boy to hear this time.

"The Camaro?"

Miles looked away from the monitor a moment, thinking. He had to do something for his friend before his friend got killed. When he looked back up at the screen, it was going through websites again, "What are you looking for now?"

There was no answer as finally the monitor settled on the Atlantic ocean. Miles stared dumbly, "This,"

"It's the Atlantic Ocean,"

"Yes, and where my body now resides. I think there may be a way to get it back…"

"Dude, how did your body end up at the bottom of the Atlantic?"

"You can thank your stupid government," the monitor started again through websites, mumbling, "They fell right into the deceitful trap of the Autobots,"

"Well that cube thing, you said it was destroyed?"

"Allspark – it was, but come to find out, it wasn't. It merged with my spark, put me offline and shattered my spark chamber,"

"But why would the Autobots want to destroy it?"

The screen stopped a moment as if thinking, "I dunno," it continued on.

Miles watched dumbly before his cell phone rang. He picked it up and paled when he saw it was Sam. His eyes darted to the computer that had since stopped its site searching, "Tell him nothing," Miles nodded. Apparently now was not the time.

"Hey Sam! How you doing?"

"I'm doing alright, buddy, how are you?"

"Doing fine. You gonna be at school tomorrow?"

"Of course I am, but there's something I need to talk to you about." His voice sounded serious.

"Oh," Miles flinched, glancing at the monitor than away, "About what?"

"It's a little hard to explain,"

"Nothing's that hard, dude,"

"This is. I can only say that you are in danger." Miles looked up at the monitor, and hiked a brow at the message that scrolled across the screen.

DENY EVERYTHING

He looked back towards the floor, "Can't you tell me now?"

"Well I could, only I think they might be already listening in on your phone lines,"

"Who?"

"I can't tell you,"

"Damnit, Sam."

"Listen, after school we will go somewhere so we can talk."

"Alright dude,"

Miles distinctly heard voices in the background and heard a low growl come from his computer, "Hey, I gotta go, I will talk to you later, alright?"

"Yeah, okay. Bye," He flipped the phone shut and glared at the monitor, "You know something about this don't you?"

"Why would you say that?"

"Call it a hunch,"

"No," Megatron lied. He could tell in the patterns of Sam's voice that something had him spooked. He brought up a few sites on one tab. Each one had information, pertaining to what? Miles had no idea. There was one of the Atlantic Ocean, another on the wiki about the Laurentian Abyss and another on robotics. The last one completely confused Miles. It had something about Quantum physics, mechanics and other quantum states, "What's all this shit?"

"This 'shit', as you call it, is how I will get my body back,"

"You have any idea how deep the abyss is?" Miles asked with hiked brows, "That thing is like miles deep!"

"I can read you know," The voice deadpanned, "I will have a job for you,"

With doubt in his voice, he asked, "What job?"

"Why to find the other Decepticons when they land… One in particular, Soundwave."

"Yeah," Miles said. Little had he known they would more than likely kill him on sight.

"In order to do this, you will need to show them this brand," Megatron promptly showed him the Decepticon Insignia. Miles stared at it, "How?"

"You'll need to wear it and swear allegiance with me. They are very scared and may attack without notice. This will keep them from attacking you." Megatron lied.

"This is deep shit, you know," Miles ran his hands over his hair, "Swear my allegiance to you? Like some kind of pact?"

"Yes, something like that," Megatron's voice leered.

"How do I get it so they see it?"

"Skin ink,"

"You want me to tattoo that on myself?!" Miles jumped back.

"Is that so hard?"

"Well no – yeah! I don't want a tattoo."

"To protect yourself from these guys, you will," If they were the good guys, why would he need protection from them? Then again, they were giant fucking alien robots from another planet, what the hell did he know about their culture?

"But the other ones – the Autobots – won't they attack me with that… mark on me?"

"You won't show them you have it." Megatron said, "They can't know I survived. The only one really, should know is Soundwave,"

"What's a Soundwave?"

"He is my High Priest,"

Miles took a deep breath, "Tomorrow, alright? I'll have it done tomorrow,"

"Very good, Miles," The computer said as it printed out a small version of what he had seen.

Wow, Megs is a sneaky bastard, isn't he?