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: Wow, that was a TON of reviews…YAAAAAY! I'm glad to know everyone's likin' the story; it makes writing it a whole lot more fun! Alrightie peoples, here's the next chapter; it's particularly strange, but I need to cover some time and other stuff, but I hope you enjoy it!

More Than Meets the Eye

Previously:

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

Megatron's entire flight home was eerily quiet; the lingering smell of Kayla's perfume in the cockpit was almost too much for him to handle. What was he thinking? He was irritated at constantly having that human around, always yelling and screaming and causing a scene. Now, he'd finally have his base back to the way it was before she'd entered his life, back to the way he was used to having it for millions of years. He landed on the grounds outside the base and transformed back into his normal form, shuffling his way inside. Instantly, he seemed to walk into a brick wall of silence; all of the other Decepticons were recharging, leaving only him in the slowly rebuilding entry way. Was it always this hushed without having her around? Hoping that perhaps something would happen, he stood still for a moment and waited; no pattering footsteps, no little human popping up from around the nearest corner and bolting at him. It felt…odd. She'd been living in the Decepticon base no longer than a month, and already, her presence seemed significance in day-to-day life. He knew he should have some fuel or eat something, but he just didn't feel hungry. Quite the contrary, he felt sick to his stomach.

Absentmindedly, he trudged up the stairs, down the hall to her quarters, and knocked on the double doors before he remembered that she no longer lived here; it felt as though he was an intruder in a different world, everything looked so different. There was no warm fire roaring with life in the fireplace, no young lady stretched languidly in the armchair by the hearth with a book in her hand. He flicked on the lights to have a better look around the deserted rooms. Lying on the floor next to her freshly made bed was her rucksack, its mouth still open as if she'd been rooting through it for some unknown item only moments before. Her teapot sat cold on her stove instead of filled with boiling water, and looking as though it was ready to be picked up and used. Megatron felt a cold shiver run down his back; Kayla's quarters appeared as though she'd just left one room and was in another, waiting for him to find her. Without really thinking, he made his way over to her vanity table.

What warmth he'd managed to retain in his body disappeared; sitting on the table among various personal items was her necklace: a small silver fleur de lis on a long chain. For as long as he could recall being around her, he always remembered the chain of that necklace… she never took it off. With a shaking hand, he gingerly picked it up and carried it back to his own chambers, cradling it as though it were the most precious treasure in the universe. As he collapsed onto his bed, reality began to sink in. She was gone, she was really gone. He didn't expect her to return to the Decepticon base after she was released from the hospital, not that he could blame her. Looking back on it, he realized how awful the entire situation must have been for her, and wished he would've known who she was before he treated her the way he did. But who was she? Who was she to not fear and to defy him? Was there something about himself that he was failing to see?

"Megatron?"

The Decepticon leader nearly leapt from his external casing; standing in the doorway was Blackout, out of his hole in the basement storage rooms for once. "What the slag do you want?!" he barked as he sat up in on his bed and held Kayla's necklace tightly in his hand. "Can you not see that I'm busy?!"

Blackout ignored his commander's harsh tones, and merely asked what he came to ask. "Where is she?"

Megatron froze, then sighed heavily as he looked semi-grievously up at the other mech. "In the hospital. She's very ill right now, and when she recovers, I highly doubt that she'll be coming back."

Seeming to sense his gloomy mood, the sky outside turned an ominous dark grey, and before he could blink his optics, had opened up into an early-summer storm. The weather only made things worse; he'd never felt so desolate or alone before. He hadn't really needed anyone, he'd always been a loner, but in her absence, he felt overwhelmingly depressed. It wasn't any fun to scream at his inferiors, they were all used to it and barely put up a fight; she was new meat, a being who would retaliate and give him a good hearty challenge. Thunder boomed, and lightening ripped across the now inky black sky. He was at least grateful that she was safely indoors in such terrible conditions like these with her current health; he could only imagine the hell they'd be in if he hadn't taken her to the hospital when he did. He knew he did the right thing and acted responsibly, but would have to step back and allow the humans to take things from here. But at the same time, he felt terrible because he caused her ulcer to act up again.

"You know, even if you did not make her condition flare up, she would have still needed medical attention at some point."

Megatron looked at Blackout incredulously; he'd now moved to a nearby armchair, and was staring keenly at his leader as he spoke.

"I suppose you may right," he conceded slowly as he traced the tiny engravings in her pendant with the fine tip of his clawed hand. "But that still fails to make me feel any better."

"How exactly are you feeling?"

This entire endeavor was turning a bit odd. It was almost as though this was a therapy session, with the Decepticon leader on 'the couch' and his subordinate asking various questions while offering support and advice. It didn't matter, though; the two of them were still agreed upon their "I won't tell if you won't tell" pact because of the damaging information they held about each other, so it really wasn't very likely that this information would leak out.

Megatron cast a weary look at Blackout as he continued to play with her pendant. "I feel…strange. I thought that having Kayla gone would be so peaceful and relaxing; I thought I'd be happy having things go back to the way they were before I brought her here. I thought I'd quickly overcome any feelings that I may have felt for her, and that I'd hardly notice her absence. I just feel-"

"You miss her." That wasn't a question, it was a blunt statement.

"I…" Megatron heaved another heavy sigh as he watched the rain pound on his window like little bullets. "I suppose…I do miss her."

Blackout observed the timepiece on his superior's bedside table. It was nearly 1:00 in the morning, and he knew they both needed a good recharge cycle after this. "The hour grows late, and I suggest we both begin our recharge cycles before our internal clocks become too skewed." He rose from the armchair, and began to make towards the doors. "But before I leave, I have one last thing to tell you." His leader leaned forward to hear him better, showing that he was at least paying attention to what the other mech was saying. "Though you may be very strategically wise…you are a fool, Megatron." Megatron appeared startled, and somewhat angry to hear this, but Blackout didn't give him time to interrupt, and continued, "You so blatantly have feelings for this young human, and from what I have seen and heard between the two of you, she is attempting to reciprocate these same feelings towards you. But you continually lose your temper at inappropriate moments, and often act cold and indifferent towards her. You push her away when she is welcoming you with a warm embrace into her heart; you are causing her severe emotional pain and confusion. If you wish to feel your sentiments returned, I suggest that you lower whatever barrier you may have against her, and open yourself up to her."

"But-"Megatron was just trying to get a word in edgewise, but couldn't even seem to manage that at this point.

"Yes, that can be the most difficult part of any relationship." He seemed to read his leader's mind. "You are Megatron, leader of the Decepticons; vulnerability is not something you are very comfortable with. No one is. But in order to form a deeper connection with her, you must first open yourself to her, as she is opening herself towards you. As with anything rewarding, you must take a chance in order to receive it; you need to make a gamble."

As risky as it sounded, this seemed to be the correct answer to Megatron's problem. He stood from his bed, placed Kayla's pendant on his bedside table, and escorted Blackout to the doors.

"Megatron," said Blackout gravely as he stepped outside of the doors. "A good deal of damage has already been done. You need to pray to Primus that she can find it in her heart to forgive you; if she cannot, I honestly have nothing else to tell you. You risk losing her permanently. Kayla is a very understanding human, but I cannot tell for certain whether she will return. She may, she may not. At this point, only time will tell."

"I suppose you are right," said Megatron with a hint of self-disdain. "I shall see you tomorrow, Blackout."

With a jerk of his head, Blackout disappeared down the hallway and into one of the various corridors branching off from it. He couldn't believe it: She was actually gone. For a moment, he could've sworn he heard his name being called, and felt a gentle breeze brush past his right foot, just as he always felt when she passed by him.

"I am merely hearing things and feeling things," he told himself resolutely as he turned off the lights in his chambers and climbed into his bed once more. "A good recharge cycle is just what I need right now; I'll feel better in the morning."

However, this was not the case. All Megatron allowed himself to do was slip into a dark, depressive abyss in his dreams.

"Megatron…" Kayla was reaching both of her tiny hands out to him, trying to connect with him. She looked frantic, as though someone had stolen her voice and was stealing her as well. "Megatron…"

"Kayla!" He'd responded, and as he stretched out to take her hands in his, they seemed to vanish between his fingers like a mirage, her warm, fleshing fingers turning into curling mist. She seemed to be slipping farther and farther away, and growing paler and paler in the distance. "Kayla!"

"Do not fear me, Megatron. Do not fear the consequences." Her voice was growing fainter, and he desperately clung to her words, trying to make sense of them before she disappeared entirely.

"I don't understand! "He cried angrily at her as he fought to get closer to her waning form. "What do I do?!"

"Yoooouuu knooooow," she called in a sing-song voice as she continued to slip farther away.

"Kayla!"

"Yoooouu knooooow…"

Author's Note: Well, I must say that Megatron is a royal mess. Not to mention that he has freaky dreams…Anywho, I know he's ooc, but he's intended to be. Sorry if this chapter was a little weird for you guys, but I hope you were able to enjoy it a little. Leave your reviews, like you've all been so good about doing, and I'll have the next chappie posted just as soon as I can.

- Your Neighborhood Weirdo