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.

Summary: An unfortunate girl gets crushed on the night of her Senior Prom. But as she storms off into the night, encounters a much bigger problem…in the form of a Decepticon. Will sparks fly, or heads roll?

Dedication: This is for my best friend, Kayla. She hates being mentioned in anything, especially fanfics. So when she told me how much she loved the movie Transformers, I knew I'd have to write this…

Author's Note: Alrightie everybody, are you guys still enjoying this fic? I really hope so… CONGRATULATIONS to Morgomir for being my 100th reviewer! Yay! (hands a box of cookies to Morgomir) Here's your next chappie!

More Than Meets the Eye

Previously:

Today had been horrible, but tomorrow was, without a doubt, looking up.


Much to Megatron's and Kayla's surprise alike, they both slept soundly, and mostly through the day; after he came around, he noticed that the clock read 5:00 p.m. as she strolled by his chambers, meaning she'd already been up for a little while.

Seeing him arouse from sleep, she detoured into his bedchamber and got up nice and close to his bed. "G'morning, sleepyhead!" He smiled groggily at her, picked her up, and carefully sat her on the edge of the bed. "We're still going to see the meteor shower tonight, right?"

"Of course," he said tiredly as he sat up in bed; he rubbed his optics, flickering from bleariness.

He allowed his optics to go offline, blissfully sinking back into another recharge cycle, when he felt…something…on his collar and his face. His optics flickered back online, and he nearly jumped a foot out of his casing; she was standing on his collar, gripping either side of his head to keep from falling, and had her face less than a foot away from his. She was staring right directly into his optics, waiting for him to wake again as a child would on Christmas morning. Upon seeing him stir, she dropped back down onto the bed, picked up one of his fingers, and started to pull vigorously in an attempt to rouse him from his comfortable sheets and pillows.

"Alright, alright I'm up" Megatron laughed as he pushed himself into a sitting position, placing Kayla back on the floor as he swung his feet over his bed and stood. "I require sustenance; I shall alert you when I plan on leaving. Until then, perhaps you too should indulge in some nourishment, or maybe sleep for a while longer; you shall need the energy if we are to be out at all hours of the night."

"Okay Megatron," she grinned up at him and showed herself out of his chambers, looking very much like a happy human. "I'll see you around."

Without another word, she was gone, disappearing quicker than he could think. He shrugged off sleepiness like an oversized coat, and shuffled down to the kitchens for some fuel to nourish himself with for the long night ahead. On the way, he ran several internet searches on human "dates", learning how to talk to her, how to make pleasant small talk, and how to exercise chivalry. He also learned that it's sometimes customary for the male to bring the female a gift on their first date, typically a small bunch of flowers; this lead to another series of searches, where he found out that the usual flowers males gave females were roses and carnations. These flowers were both beautiful, but if most males gave them, then there was a chance that Kayla had received them as a gift previously. Not that that was a bad thing, but he didn't want to blend in, and fall under the category of "most males". After a bit more research, he found out that a beautiful flower called an "orchid" grew abundantly around the forest that the Autobots and Decepticons frequented; though a bit odd to give on a first date, he thought she'd like them. They were different from everything else, just as she was different from all the humans he'd encountered before her. As luck would have it, Frenzy was headed his way, and chattering to himself incoherently in Cybertronian; with his smaller size and more dexterous hands, he'd be perfect to get the flowers. Hastily, he printed out a picture of the orchids to give to his assistant to use as reference.

"Frenzy!" The small Decepticon froze, turned around, and scuttled back over to Megatron; he twitched uncontrollably as he waited for his commander to assign him a duty. "I need you to retrieve something for me!" Frenzy's gears clicked and whirred as he activated his recording function to take down the order. "I need around twenty-four of these flowers," Megatron handed him the picture of the orchids. "Do you think you can manage that?" Frenzy cocked his head sideways and gave his superior a curious look. "They are for an experiment!"

This seemed to satisfy the other Decepticon; with a garble of shrieked Cybertronian words, Frenzy saluted Megatron and jumped out of the nearest open window, headed towards the forest.

"Little monstrosity," Megatron thought to himself.

The remainder of the walk was uneventful, but thinking of the date only made him more nervous, which wasn't helping him at all; technically, it wasn't actually a date, because as far as he knew, she had little romantic interest in him. It was more along the lines of a get together with a friend. That much he could nearly admit to himself: he was definitely a friend of hers…he hoped. Then again, what kind of friend imprisons their companion and causes them to become violently ill? He grumbled in frustration; this entire friend/date/outing thing was just going to be the death of him. As he walked into the kitchens, something didn't seem right; no one was in there; there was always someone in the kitchen, or so it seemed. All of a sudden, a round of raucous and uproarious laughter reached his audio receptors, making him jump about ten feet in the air. Obviously, that was where everyone had gotten to; he followed the tittering laughter, only to have it burst into an uproar again, leading him to the source. What he saw filled him with an evil he'd never felt in his entire existence; he felt as though some unknown force was consuming his spark from the inside. Starscream sat in the center of a circle formed by the other Decepticons, and seated carefully on his shoulder, was Kayla. She lowered her voice, and whispered a few words that Megatron's audio receptors failed to receive, causing the other mechs around her to burst into another fit of laughter. Their circle shifted to the wall, so that Starscream could lean against the wall for support; she adjusted as well, lowering herself on his body until she was sprawled out directly over his spark. He began to babble some nonsense about how manic Frenzy could be, but what he did next nearly made Megatron snap. He reached down with one of his slimy hands, and began to stroke Kayla's hair with the tip of his finger; sensing that he was being watched, Starscream looked up and met his commander's optics, triumph gleaming within them as though he'd just conquered the Earth.

Megatron didn't care if she interacted with the other Decepticons. He really didn't even question how or why this strange relation was even occurring; it wasn't the fact that she was becoming friendly, however temporarily, with Blackout, Barricade, Bonecrusher, and Devastator. It was that wretched Starscream. For countless years, his inferior attempted to overthrow him and usurp his power…that was bad enough. But to see him showing affection, though deceitful, towards the one thing he ever felt any feelings towards, was absolute torture. It made his energon run cold with jealousy; a hatred he had never known began to brew inside him, covering his spark like a wet blanket and radiating out towards his external casing. His mind became nearly completely overridden with bloodlust, his instincts urging him to just kill the filthy traitor and be done with it. But he couldn't take that chance, not with Kayla being within such a close proximity; he could put his animosity towards Starscream aside to ensure her safety. Though it pained him to do so, he remained to watch their group's exchanges. Various jokes were told, mild conversations were held, and just a general chatter remained before the Decepticons began to disappear one by one to begin their recharge cycles or to resume work on the entry hall. After what seemed like days, Kayla finally excused herself and went off to find Megatron, eager to head off to watch the meteor shower. Suddenly, a sense of panic struck him.

"Flowers!" He started to become frantic as she drew nearer. "Where the slag is that accursed-"

Just as he was about to lose his temper, speak of the devil, Frenzy popped up from around the corner in front of him, holding a large bundle of beautiful orchids in his claw-like hand, extending them out for him to take.

"It's about time you got your slagging aft back here!" he bellowed, pushing his face up to the smaller bot's to get the complete message across. "Get out of my sight!" From behind him, he heard a throat clear awkwardly and whirled around. Kayla was staring up at him, nervousness apparent in her eyes after watching him tell off Frenzy. She still appeared somewhat ill, but otherwise, looked quite refreshing in a pair of dark blue jeans and a brown blouse. Megatron smiled as he sank to his knee, allowing him to see her better. "For you." He held out the bouquet of flowers to her between his thumb and index finger, hoping to Primus that-

"Megatron!" She immediately scooped up the gift in her arms, and gave him a radiant smile. "They're beautiful!" He felt pride swell in his chest as she deeply inhaled the fragrance of the delicate blooms. "How did you know I loved orchids?"

He merely shrugged, and asked, "Are you ready to leave?"

"Yes."

"Frenzy!" he yelled, waiting impatiently for the other Decepticon to arrive. He skidded around the corner on the tile, and came to a screeching halt in front of his leader. "Put these in some water!" Frenzy plucked the bouquet from her arms, and ran off to do his master's bidding, not sparing a backward glance. Megatron's attention focused back on Kayla. "I've chosen a viewing location near a local hospital, just in case something should happen."

"Ummm…thanks." She seemed a bit startled, but looked as though she understood his actual intentions.

"Right, off we go."

He picked her up with ease in his large hand, and carried her outside to a place large enough for him to transform safely; once in his ship form, he beckoned her inside the cockpit by popping open one of the doors, and closing it behind her once she'd climbed into the pilot's seat. After ensuring that she'd been properly strapped in, he took off, climbing just above the trees and roaring past Robo Village; the spot wasn't too far away, and he didn't see the need to fly very high if it meant coming down right away, as that amount of G-force could be quite unpleasant for a human. The brief ride passed in silence, neither saying a word to one another as the scenery flew by them. Finally, Megatron landed in a large, open clearing not far from Mission City General (as he'd promised), and transformed one Kayla was on the ground and out of range.

Once lying down in his normal form, he waved to her to come over towards him, quietly bidding to her, "Please Kayla, join me."

She smiled at him, and clambered up onto his massive form; slowly and carefully, she picked her way over his complicated armor until she selected a spot a little to the left side of his neck. Gently, she lowered herself down into a sitting position, and then lay down with her hands clasped behind her head. No sooner than they had both settled themselves into comfortable positions, he pointed out a falling star streaking across the velvet sky; its tail gleamed bright white, and though they were still close by the hospital, practically every other stationary star in the sky was visible.

"My god," Kayla sounded as though she were completely stunned. "This is amazing! Quick, Megatron! Make a wish!"

"Make a wish?" He was baffled by this entire concept. "Why would I wish on a falling star?"

She looked at him as though he'd lost his mind, but explained to him, "It's an old superstition. If you wish on a shooting star, it's believed that it'll come true. You can also wish on the first star you see every night; there's even a rhyme that you say before you make your wish." He looked at her skeptically, causing her to say, "Look, I'll demonstrate for you." She cleared her throat, and recited as she looked up to the heavens:

"Star light, star bright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish, I wish tonight."

Kayla screwed her eyes tightly shut, and seemed to be concentrating very hard on a single thought. Opening her eyes once more, she turned to him. "And that's it."

"Why did you not say your wish?" He stared down at the girl on his chest. "How is the star supposed to know what you want?"

"You can't say your wish!" She looked aghast at the thought, now giving him an especially worried glance.

"And why not?"

"If you say your wish, it won't come true!"

"This is all utter nonsense," he dismissed as he turned his head away from her. "It probably only works for humans."

Silence. He knew he was right; it was something special for humans to do, not a Decepticon like himself. Without warning, he felt warmth on either side of his face, and raised his optics; she had her hands on where is cheekbones should be beneath his armor, and was gently stroking his exterior with her tiny thumbs. Megatron inhaled sharply at the feather-light sensation. She was so close, he could feel her body forming against his, feel the warm puff of her exhaled breaths, feel the life pulsing within her body, and feel the almost imperceptible thump of her heartbeat against him. His mouth became horribly parched as she leaned her face closer to his, until her nose was lightly pressing against him.

Kayla never once broke eye contact with him. "That's not true, Megatron. Anyone can wish on a star," she whispered, her mouth so close to him that he could feel her words upon his armor. It must have been a power that only female humans possess, because she was backing away from him in an instant to see his skeptical face. "There's even a song about it."

"Oh really?" He gave her a dubious look as he propped himself up on his right elbow, causing her to momentarily lose her balance before stabilizing herself. "If there is really a song about this ridiculous wishing on stars, sing it for me."

She furrowed her eyebrows and wrinkled her nose at him. "Fine." Sliding away from his face, she took a deep breath, looked directly at him, and began to sing as best as she could.

"When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you

If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
Like dreamers do"

Kayla crawled up his chest a little, absently tracing patterns on his armor with her index finger, and continued with a smile.

"Fate is kind
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing

Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and pulls you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dream comes true"

By now, she had worked her way back up to his head again; she laid down on her stomach raised her chin up on both hands, and lifted her legs up behind herself before resuming her song again.

"Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and pulls you through
When you wish upon a star"

She leaned over his face, her warm breath dancing against his armor once again. "Your dreams…" she moved in a bit closer and touched his cheek with her hand. "…come…" and finally, nuzzled his face with her nose as she finished with a high note, "…true."

Megatron lay completely stunned on the ground; her voice was so…captivating. True, it wasn't as good as the professional singers' he'd heard on Frenzy's radio stations, but it was unique. A low-sounding voice capable of hitting some high notes; it sounded like a nurturing voice, one that was meant to calm, not to impress. As he opened his mouth to comment on it, he saw another falling star streak across the sky.

Kayla seemed to notice, because she urged, "Quick! Make a wish!" as she flew up from her laying position.

Forcing his optics offline, he thought, "I wish that Starscream would die a horrible-"

"MEGATRON!" She looked both absolutely mortified and furious at the same time. "DON'T WISH FOR SOMETHING LIKE THAT!"

In an instant his temper flared up. "IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS WHAT I WISH FOR!" He roughly picked her up, tossed her carelessly onto the ground, and pushed himself into a sitting position. "HOW DID YOU EVEN HEAR ME, YOU LITTLE DEMON?!"

"YOU WERE TALKING OUT LOUD, FUCKTARD!"

This whole thing was turning into a living nightmare; it started out so well, things were really going smoothly. Now, it seemed that everything was headed in a downward spiral, the delicate connections they took so much care to establish being hewn down like a young sapling. As he picked her up once more to scream at her, she was suddenly wracked with hacking coughs, blood oozing from her mouth and her body shaking uncontrollably. Without a moment's hesitation, he sprinted over to the nearby hospital, grateful and regretting choosing this particular clearing to view the meteor shower. He approached the doors to the Emergency Room, ripped them clear off the hinges, and gently set Kayla down inside. He knew entering the hospital would be a terrible idea, and would more than likely bring on an Autobot attack; all Megatron could do was watch as the humans inside began to panic, laid her on a gurney, and wheeled her off down the hallway. Worry heavy on his spark, he felt deeply remorseful about the horrible things he said to her, and could only hope (as well as worry some more) as he plodded his way back home to the base.

"Primus," cleaning solution threatened to spill from its ducts near his optics. "Help her."


Author's Note: First and foremost, Kayla says "HIIIIII!" from her living room where she's taping plastic over her broken window. How'd she break her window, you ask? Well, a couple of her ex-boyfriend's buddies came over to her place to give her a bit of payback for getting their pal thrown in jail. Little did they know she'd been taking self-defense classes, and that the instructor was her friend. She smashed this HUGE oriental vase over one guy's head, and after kicking the other guy in the nuts and head-butting him, she managed to lift him up enough and toss him through her window. So needless to say, she's pretty pleased with herself right now; I thought you guys would all enjoy that little story.

Anywho, I'm workin' overtime to get this story updated more frequently, so check back often for updates. I just wanted to thank you all again for being so supportive of both Kayla and my story, and that I lurve you guys all to death! Now could you please do me a favor, and press that nice, pretty "Review" button at the bottom of the page? I'll give you lots of kumquats!

- Your Neighborhood Weirdo