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: Oh…my…god…I'm SO sorry everyone! I had a family crisis and had to go away for a few days to help sort it out; I didn't mean to leave you all hanging like that. I apologize for not updating sooner. Anywho, thought I'd just let you all know how much I appreciate your feedback, and give you the next chappie…so here it is!

More Than Meets the Eye

Previously:

And watching the entire scene from the archway….

was Starscream.


Time passed slowly, and Megatron had begun to give up hope that Kayla would return. Spring turned to summer, summer turned to fall, and fall was beginning to turn into winter. A whole six months had gone by since the fateful night that he had delivered her to the Emergency Room of Mission City General, and he hadn't heard a word from her. Though he refused to let it show…he was worried about her. The other Decepticons had long been over her absence, thanking the stars above that their peace and quiet had finally been returned to them. But day after day, their leader paced ceaselessly in his quarters, only emerging at night after everyone else had begun their recharge cycles to drink and watch human romance videos until the sun rose again. There had been several opportunities to launch an ambush on the Autobots, most of them would have been highly successful, too. But Megatron just didn't feel like it. He wasn't interested in fighting those spineless idiots anymore, like the rest of his men were. He just wanted to be left alone to his grieving, to wallow in his own misery and not be disturbed. However, change seemed to be on the horizon one morning after a particularly hard fuel binge.

"MEGATRON!"

"Uhhhhggggh." His head pounded from the violent, noisy intrusion into his alcohol-induced slumber. It was early the next morning, and he realized he'd been out for almost an entire day; had it really been that long? Primus, that was the one thing he hated about high-octane fuel binges: they had horrible prices to pay. Rising to a sitting position on the tiled floor of the bar, Megatron looked up to see the surprisingly eager face of Starscream. This in itself was either a good thing or a bad thing; he normally got this excited when there were prisoners to torture, a battle coming, or some other repulsive, grisly event on the way. His second in command ripped open the blinds, causing him to release an agonized groan and shield his optics with his hand.

"What, Starscream?" he moaned as he attempted to fight the wave of vertigo that had engulfed him.

"There's a circle of humans forming outside," his voice sounded unnaturally thrilled at the notion, and he even went as far as to drag his leader up from the floor and force him to stand; he clutched the bar surface as his wobbly legs adjusted themselves. "Come see! It looks like there might even be a fight!"

Ordinarily, Megatron could've cared less about watching a group of primitive fleshlings clobber each other to death, but this morning, he felt that he needed some action to get himself going. He curiously peered out of the uncovered window and watched as the circle began to thicken with bystanders; it appeared as though they'd chosen this particular spot for its isolation, to avoid detection by the authorities. Little did they know that they were being silently observed. He could hear muffled shouting rising from the two participants in the center, and a series of both cheers and heckling coming from the people around them. Interested in the spectacle, he opened the window to better hear what was being said.

"She wouldn't put out!" shouted a male as he curled his fists. "But you certainly will!" There was a chorus of catcalls from several bolder bystanders, and a few whistles shrilled from the mob of people.

"Shut up!" snarled a female as she too took an aggressive stance. "You're all talk, and no balls!"

"Well at least I have some!" he screamed back, his voice cracking from the strain. He looked as though he was ready to attack, and Megatron couldn't help but feel a fleeting moment of concern for the girl.

If she was afraid in the least, she certainly didn't show it. "Daniel, padding your crotch doesn't fall under the category of 'having balls.'" The crowd screamed in laughter and pointed at the male, shouting numerous things about 'compensation' as they clutched each other to keep from falling to the ground.

That voice! Megatron recognized it after a few moments to confirm his thoughts, and blinked his optics several times to ensure that he wasn't merely seeing things. It couldn't be…could it? He felt a trill of horror as the spectators began to chant "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

In a heartbeat, the male lunged at the female, but she easily dodged it and sprang to the other side of the quickly widening circle. She was weaving quickly, bouncing on the balls of her feet in preparation for his next move. He tried again, diving at the girl faster than the previous time, only to have her successfully avoid the second attack as well. The male seemed to grow tired of this because he threw a punch at the female, hoping to catch her while she was off-guard. What ensued next was absolutely astounding: although the female was greatly overshadowed by the male's tall, bulky frame she managed to fight back. Quicker than lightning, her small arm flashed out and blocked his punch, withdrawing at the same amazing speed. In another instant, her fist darted out and the male screamed in pain, blood gushing from his mouth, causing the bystanders to back even farther away than they'd already been. The female was enraged, and looked like she wasn't going to hold anything back from the male. With a screeching war cry, she swung her left leg around for momentum and dropped to the ground as she pivoted on her right foot; her outstretched leg knocked the male from his feet and flat onto his back, causing another cheer from the people watching.

Megatron thought that the female had worn herself out by now, and just as that thought passed through his head, the male staggered to his feet and charged lopsidedly at the female, who in turn, grabbed his wrist, hoisted him over her shoulder, and threw him about ten feet behind herself. There was a collective groan from the crowd of bystanders.

The girl marched up to the place where the young man was curled in a bloody heap on the ground, and screamed, "AND STAY AWAY!". He attempted to wrench her ankle out from underneath her, to which she reacted with a savage kick to his ribcage. "I'M SICK OF YOU! YOU'RE A HORRIBLE, LYING BASTARD WHO JUST NEEDS TO DO THE WORLD A FAVOR AND DIE ALREADY!" The male tried in vain to stand, causing the female to laugh maliciously. "This is revenge for all of your abuse," she informed him in an eerily quiet voice as she walked in a small circle around him. "Consider yourself lucky I know when to stop." With the toe of her shoe, she jerked his head so he was looking straight up at her, her standing form towering over his laying one. "Consider this a warning, Daniel. I won't put up with your bullshit any longer; if you know what's good for you, you won't cross me again." She glared at the people watching the scene. "Get out of here! The show's over!"

A bit reluctantly, the crowd dispersed with grumbles and muttered curses. Judging by the way the male hobbled away, the fun was definitely over here. But that was when he knew it; he knew it was her. Not even bothering to use the doors, Megatron leapt out of the open window, impacting the ground with such force that it made the lone figure bounce about two feet in the air. Immediately, she whirled around. He froze in his tracks, disbelief clouding his optics. Kayla was standing atop a large boulder to ensure that everyone was leaving the area, and was unaware that she was being watched. Her hair had grown past her shoulders, the normally stick-straight locks slightly wavy and blowing in the icy breeze of the chilly November morning. She was clad in soft, black leather boots, dark blue jeans, and a heavy black pea coat to keep her small frame warm. Matching black gloves covered her hands, and an almost blood red scarf was wound around her neck, its fringed ends wafting in the slowly increasing wind. As ridiculous at it sounded, he thought she looked somewhat noble standing like that, towering above the rest of the humans on the massive rock. She scowled imperiously down at them, daring anyone to go against her last order. Sensing that she was being observed, Kayla whipped her head around in Megatron's direction.

Instantly, a warm smile spread across her face, beaconing him to come to her. It was her, he knew it for a fact after seeing that familiar smile. Slowly, as to not startle her, he approached the boulder and extended his hand for her to climb onto.

"Megatron…" she breathed as she carefully stepped onto his palm. Without hesitation, he raised her up so she was eye-level with him. "It's been so long…"

Remembering his newfound talent, he set her gently back on the ground, and transformed to his approximate human size. She gasped in surprise as he walked closer to her, unable to believe what she was seeing.

"It has," His voice rumbled deep in his vocal processor, emotions beginning to thicken inside him. "It's been too long, Kayla."

For a moment, the two merely stared at one another. It seemed as though it would have been the most awkward thing possible at the moment, but it was actually quite the opposite. There were no words, no words to describe what was occurring in them both. Time seemed to come to a standstill; it felt as though they were the only people in the world, just the two of them. Without warning, the sky darkened and not a few minutes later, snow began to drift down from the clouds. Both ignored the change in weather, neither breaking their magnetic gaze.

"You have seen this in countless films," he thought to himself as he carefully decided on his next actions. "Just…do it, just like they do."

Megatron slowly reached out, each inch seeming to take an eternity to cover, until he took her hands in his own, cradling them like priceless jewels. When she didn't immediately withdraw, he felt himself tense twice as much as he'd already been previously.

"Does she actually like this?"

Seeming to hear his thoughts, Kayla stepped closer to him, her body nearly touching his. He could feel warmth radiating from her small form as she stared up at him through her eyelashes. Without warning, she flung her arms around him, and pulled him into a crushing embrace. Being careful as to not crush her, he wrapped his long around her as well, and held her tightly; nothing was ever going to take her away from him again. Never.

"I missed you so much."

It was quiet, almost inaudible, but Megatron heard it. He squeezed her tighter, and in as quiet of a voice as he could manage, whispered," I missed you as well." But before he forgot, or got too caught up in the moment, he had to tell her something. "Kayla, I want to apologize." She looked up at him, shocked, but eager to hear what he had to say. "I am sorry for holding you against your will. I'm sorry for scaring you and making you ill. I'm sorry for all of the misery you have experienced because of me." He took a deep breath, and continued. "But if you could find it in yourself to forgive an ignorant fool, I would like to start over again…"

It took several moments for her to respond, and Megatron thought that she would certainly tell him to leave her the hell alone and let her live her life in peace. Why would she ever like a-

"My name's Kayla," she informed him with a knowing smile, extending her hand for him to shake. "I don't believe I've met you before."

It took him a moment to fully realize what she was doing, but when he did, he returned her smile with a rare one of his own. "Kayla…what a lovely name." She giggled softly and turned a light shade of pink. "My name is Megatron."

After politely shaking hands, Megatron and Kayla stared at each other again, unable to tear their gazes away.

"I suppose you are ready to return to your home." He couldn't help the sadness so apparent in his voice, but this question had been burning in the back of his processors since he'd seen her; he'd finally been reunited with the one person he'd been so worried about for the past six months. He didn't want her to leave…

Touching the side of his face with her gloved hand, its warmness sending a shiver right down his spine, she stepped closer to him again. The corners of her eyes shone with suppressed tears, and he could tell she was working hard to keep them from spilling forward.

She gave him a wobbly smile, and inclined her head up towards him. "I am home."

Unable to control himself any longer, Megatron seized Kayla in another tight embrace. This time, knowing that he wouldn't lose her again. All of the heartache, misery, and grief seemed to evaporate off him like mist, freeing him from his internal prison. She was back and here to stay…and he would never have to worry about that again. He hugged her closer, and she squeezed him back as the snow fell silently around them. Again, he looked down at her; out of all the times he'd ever seen her, never before had she looked so beautiful to him: Her face was pink from the cold, her lips red as a fresh-picked rose from the wind's biting chill, and tiny snowflakes began to settle on her cold-darkened hair. Overcome, he hugged her tightly again, his spark swelling with what he was sure…was love.


Author's Note: AWWW! Wasn't that so cute, you could just BARF? Again, I apologize for taking so long to update, but like I said, I had a family crisis to attend to. Unfortunately, my school year will be starting up next week, so updates may take a little longer to get up. I apologize for any inconvenience, but please, stick along for the ride! Things will get REALLY juicy in the next few chapters…I present you all with a GINORMOUS basket of cookies for bearing with me, and ask that you all, you know the drill: Please review.