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Chapter 13:The funeral, part 2

(Ratchet's POV)

The moment that 'Adam' guy stepped out of the vehicle I immediately disliked him. Something wasn't right, I just knew it.

And then my world felt like it was crashing down.

Megan had run over and leap into a tight embrace with the boy.

I didn't want to admit it, but, the moment my charge had stepped out of her house, my cooling fans had turned on to its maximum.

She looked stunning. No, scrap that, stunning was the understatement of the stellarcycle, or year in human terms.

My spark yearned for her, and it felt like it was being crushed when she gazed at Adam with such love and longing.

Of course, I should have seen it coming sooner. She was a beautiful human being; someone would steal her heart sooner or later.

A thought suddenly occurred to me. Why did I even give a frag?

My processor said one thing, whilst my spark hummed in a completely foreign language. I listened to my processor.

Pulling away, I quickly revved my engines and sped off back to base, leaving a trail of dust and a saddened girl behind me.

But I didn't notice.

(Megan's POV)

I noticed from the corner of my eye Ratchet racing off while I was chatting with Adam. A saddened look spread across my face.

Why was he leaving?

"Are you okay?"

I felt a human finger gently tilt my head upwards as I gazed into the forest green eyes of Adam. It reminded me of what Ratchet had done before, but this time it felt different. There wasn't any electricity, any attraction.

Woah, did I just say attraction?

"What? Oh, yeah, im fine, it's just hard saying goodbye, that's all. To you and dad, I mean." I mumbled in reply. He raised a questioning eyebrow at me.

"Why me?" He then questioned. I shrugged solemnly.

"Well, your parents moved to New York with you, so…." I trailed off.

It had been years since I had last seen him, and that was the day my father got arrested and MECH escaped.

"Who said I was going back after?" He grinned in amusement as my jaw dropped and my eyes widened.

"No. Fucking. Way." I punctuated slowly, still disbelieving. When he nodded I wrapped my arms around his torso and squeezed him tightly, digging my head into his wide chest.

He chuckled and returned the embrace.

We stayed like that for a while. Nothing else seemed to matter at that point in time. It was like the world had slowed around us.

Of course, it was never meant to last long.

"Come on! We gotta go!" Mom announced loudly, clapping her hands together. Me and Adam pulled back from each other. I went to move forward but he caught my arm.

"Would you like to be escorted to the limousine?" He offered, putting on a heavy posh accent and sticking his elbow out. I giggled and linked my arm with his and we walked over to the limo.

(Ratchet's POV)

I hadn't been driving long when Arcee sent me a comm.

-:Ratchet, where the frag did you go? Jack and Megan are now on their way to the funeral for sparks sake!:-

Sighing, I remained silent for a moment before replying.

-:I'm just clearing my processer at the moment. I'll be there before it finishes:-

-:….Alright then:- She then cut the communication. I silently growled at the smirk in her voice and continued to drive around in the desert.

Thankfully, I was left to my thoughts for a while. I was mainly pondering about the strong emotion I had felt earlier when my charge had embraced someone unknown to me. A strange type of possession had taken over my spark, overlapping the sadness and pain. That Adam person seemed nice enough, and yet I wanted to rip him apart for touching my femme.

I swerved violently, accidently knocking a rusty old truck off of the road. Of course, I didn't really give a frag and straightened myself out on the road. It was then what I had said sunk in.

WHY DID I FRAGGING SAY THAT?!

WHAT THE FRAG IS WRONG WITH ME?!

WHY IN PRIMUS' NAME WOULD I EVEN THINK THAT?!

My constant self-questioning was taking a toll on my driving skills so I drove back to base, slowly and dizzily.

Once I had arrived, I immediately transformed. This was not the most intelligent idea as I ended up stumbling slightly, clutching lightly at my helm to stop the world from spinning.

When it did I finally noticed my leader and old friend standing in front of me. I looked up and nodded slightly in respect.

"Where are the others?" I questioned, glancing around the room. Optimus had his 'we-need-to-talk' look on his faceplate so I made sure that no one-the twins- were prowling around and/or listening.

"They are all having a drive, exploring the area with Rafael and Miko as guides." He stated. My jaw nearly dropped.

"Including Prowl?" He nodded "How the slag did you do that?"

A tiny smirk appeared on his lips for half a nanoclick before thinning into a professional line.

"That doesn't matter at this moment in time. Are you alright, Ratchet? You've been acting…different these past few solarcycles." Optimus questioned, his baritone voice tinted with slight concern. I scoffed and rolled my optics.

"How the frag have I been acting different?" I bitterly responded, averting my gaze to the floor. I mentally cursed. Yeah, that wasn't obvious at all.

"You have become really protective of Megan, more so than need be. You have become more, dare I say, patient and, what concerns me the most is that you are more quiet." My leader said, confusion seeping into his normally emotionless tone. I pondered on what he had said for a moment.

I knew he was right, but why? Could this be because of Megan?

According to the look on Optimus' faceplates, I knew that it was. I sighed heavily, sinking on my pedes.

"I don't know what's wrong with me; I've never felt this way towards anyone before, especially someone a different species. I need her with me, in my life. I think I'd go insane if anything was to happen to her. I feel like my life wouldn't be worth living anymore if she were to die."

After spilling my spark out to Optimus, I nearly snapped with anger when he snickered softly, almost inaudibly.

"What?" I half growled, agitated.

"You are in love with her." He replied flatly. My jaw dropped at the bluntness of his words.

Sure, I had considered the possibility internally, but it didn't feel right. But, after hearing it aloud, I was almost sure it was true.

"Maybe you're right Optimus." I finally muttered, my cooling fans kicking in from minor embarrassment.

To my shock, Optimus clapped me on the shoulder, a rare grin on his face.

"I'm glad you've realized it, old friend" I growled. I am not that old, "For all the many vorns I have known you, even when I was Orion Pax and the war hadn't started, I have never seen you so happy before when around her. I can see right through you, Ratchet, and that includes your silly façade." He finished sternly. I flipped him off, only causing him to chuckle again.

"You've even started using Earth gestures more often since being around Megan."

I stubbornly folded my arms over my chest and glared at him.

"So what do you impose I do now then?" I questioned.

The great, noble Autobot leader then did the supposedly impossible; he shrugged.

"I'm certain you will come up with a way in the near future," A small smile adorned his faceplate "you should be getting back to her now, the funeral should be ending soon."

I mentally cursed myself. How could I forget?

Transforming down, I turned my sirens on and sped out of the base, a smug Prime looking on.

Sometimes I really do question Primus' choice of Optimus to be the next Prime. Of course, he only acts like that when it's just me and him, since we were friends long before the war began.

-:Ratchet, can you hear me?:- Arcee's amused voice rang through the com-link.

-:Yes, what is it?:- I replied in a bored tone. The sound of her snickering then came through.

-:You might want to see this:- The femme replied, trying and failing to hold back fits of laughter. I sighed agitatedly.

-:See what?:- I almost growled.

-:Megan and that other human male are currently in the middle of a lip lock!:-

(Megan's POV)

I was forced, along with my mom, to sit on the front bench in the church, a priest at the altar and hundreds of other people I didn't even know filling up the rest of the seats. Only one thought was running through my mind.

How does that monster have so many friends?

My expression must have been twisted in disgust as mom pulled me into a tight hug.

Next to her was my teary eyed twin, who was trying his best not to have a breakdown. I bit my lip, feeling bad for him. It wasn't his fault, he never knew, he was extremely close to his father and now was crushed by the fact that he was gone.

The seat next to me was empty. Pulling out of my mom's tight grip, I was just about to call for Jack when another set of arms made their way around my torso.

"Are you okay?" A masculine voice whispered into my ear. I released a heavy sigh and leant back onto his muscular chest.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I murmured, my eyes darting to the Priest who had just started speaking.

I blocked out his words, ignoring the sorrow tone in his voice. Adam didn't let up his grip on me, and I had to admit I was comfortable.

Don't get me wrong, I know it's terribly wrong to fall asleep at a funeral, but bearing in mind it was my abuser's funeral, I couldn't seem to care less.

My eyelids were drooped and I was just about to nod off when I was gently shaken by Adam. Tilting my head up to look into his mossy green eyes, he gently tilted his head to the side, seemingly wanting me to look over in that direction.

As I did, my insides started to burn with pure hatred.

The russet coloured coffin holding his corpse was being carried forward by four men. I squinted my eyes slightly at the man with the front part of the coffin on his shoulder, on my side. The guy had cropped grey hair and I swore I saw a glimpse of a few scars…

"Your dad's being cremated. There was a change of plans." Adam then said gently. I fought back the intense urge to shrug. I didn't want Adam to think that I was being disrespectful, even though I was.

As they slowly walked up the steps, one of the men suddenly slipped and fell backwards, right onto his ass. Everyone gasped when they saw the coffin begin to tip. The man holding it at the back used his reflexes to grab the other side of the coffin and lifted it above his head, causing most of the audience to sigh in relief and others at the front to scowl at the sheepish man on the floor.

I, however, was too busy eyeing the coffin suspiciously. When it had tumbled, the top part of it fell open, revealing the corpses face. My mind was reeling as I'd memorized every single facial feature. I was certain it looked different to my dad…

The curtains behind the priest opened, revealing a stone table in the middle of a small room. The men, now only three of them, gently placed the coffin on the stone, bowing respectfully and backing away to sit down.

Again, the priest started spouting crap about how my 'dad' was a nice man, that he loved his family and blah, blah, blah…

I couldn't stand him saying kind, respectful things about that monster, it was all clearly bullshit, and I didn't want to listen to it anymore. I still had suspicions as to if he was really the corpse in the coffin.

But, before I could even go and check, the Priest had set the body alight, the flames rising up.

As I watched the flames lick his skin and burn him to dust, I couldn't help the small smile that spread across my face. I was being silly before, of course it was him. He probably changed a lot since the last time I saw him. Hell-I hardly remembered what he looked like back then.

Eventually the fire died down and as the final speech was made by one of his 'close friends', many people in the church were in tears, the woman clinging onto their beloved ones whilst the men's eyes glistened with tears that they were refusing to let escape. In reality, it made me sick to the stomach. How the hell can people even respect that fucker!

"Megan" My mother whispered "let's go."

I tilted my head to get a good look at her, and my heart nearly broke when I saw that my brother had had a breakdown and was now sobbing onto our mom's chest. Silently nodding, I stood up, only for Adam to immediately appear beside me.

"I'm coming." He stated. Knowing that there was no way in hell that I would be able to shake him off, I momentarily ignored him as I wrapped an arm around my brother's waist and side hugged him as we walked. I supported him as he pressed his head into my shoulder, the tears still flowing.

Of course we were the first ones to leave, oh well, the others would catch up. Mom came over and sent me a quick, strained smile as she took Jack from me and comforted the distraught boy. Just watching that made tears build up in my eyes.

Guilty tears? Nope. Sad tears? Hell no. They were tears of happiness and hope. Maybe now I could finally move on and live my life like I've always wanted. Graduate, find my true love and start a family. Cherish them like they are the most important little people on the planet. Of course, they would be, they'd be my kids, and I'd cherish them forever.

Suddenly, I was hugged again. Looking up, I could barely make out the fuzzy outline of Adam's face, since my eyes were blocked with tears.

"Whats wrong?" He asked softly. That did it. The tears ran full-speed down my cheek as I buried my head into his chest, creasing his shirt in my fists.

Emotions overwhelming me, I lifted my head up and caught his lips with an amazing speed I didn't even know I had. His lips moulded perfectly with my own and his arms fell down to my back, pushing me even closer to him. I had my arms wrapped around his neck as we continued to kiss.

In my mind, I knew this was wrong. It just didn't feel right, probably because I thought of him more as another brother than a boyfriend, but right now my brain was on the fritz.

We both eventually ran out of breath and pulled apart. I looked into his sparkling green orbs, I noticed that they were clouded with what looked like longing, but not lust. It was different, somehow, though right now I couldn't really care less. A soft smile adorned his tanned skin and I smiled back half- heartedly. Instead of relieving any of the emotions as I had hoped, it had just weighed them down, making me feel horrible, almost guilty, but why?

In my obliviousness I didn't notice the large sound of people cheering behind us. When I looked, my face flushed red with embarrassment. Almost everyone who had attended the funeral were cheering us on, some of the teenagers shouting dirty things which I shall not repeat.

I pulled away from Adam's grip and slowly made my way towards my now smiling mother.

"I always knew that there was a spark between you two!" She exclaimed like a giddy schoolgirl. My eyes shot wide as realization hit me.

Looking over her shoulder, I saw a familiar ambulance parked alongside the road and felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

He had probably of seen the kiss. Wait, why do I even care? He was just my guardian…..my guardian that I liked…a lot.

Crap.

Jack then came up next to me, a frown clear on his face instead of the sorrow that was clear on it a couple moments ago. I raised an eyebrow.

"What did I do?" I asked. He continued to frown at me before pulling me in for a hug.

"It's nothing."

I should really stop asking if they're just gonna lie, a blatant lie in fact.

"So," I started, pulling away, "are we going with," I faked a cough and secretly pointed about guardians a couple of times ", or are we going back home first?"

Oh yeah, which reminded me, Arcee had seen the kiss aswell. Bet she'll tell Miko, who, in turn, will use it as blackmail. Great.

"No," Jack sighed "I don't feel like it today, especially after, you know." His eyes glistened over and I sent him a supportive smile.

"Come one you two, let's go home." Mom said, walking over to her car, which she had come in since the limo wouldn't be taking us back.

"Um, is it alright if I drive my friends car home?" I asked sheepishly, knowing full well that she still didn't know about Ratchet, though I did have my licence. She eyes me suspiciously before reluctantly nodding.

"Fine, just promise to come straight back, alright?"

I nodded and started walking towards Ratchet, but then a hand grabbed my wrist. Slightly panicking, I turned around, but instantly relaxed when I saw Adam.

"Hey, is it alright if I hitch a ride with you?" He questioned, hope burning in his eyes. I bit my lip, having an inner debate with myself. On one side, I wanted to give him a lift, but on the other side I wanted to talk with Ratchet. Eventually I gave in and plastered a fake smile onto my lips.

"Um, sure. But, how will you get back to your house from mine?"

"Don't worry, it's not that far from yours." He replied, winking.

By now, both my mother and Jack had already left, so I walked up to the ambulance-at least, he would have to pretend for the time being- and opened the door on the driver's side and jumped in. I knew that Ratchet would have heard our short discussion and haven no problem with also giving Adam a ride. Or, at least I hoped.

Said boy was giving me an incredulous look. I shrugged and smiled. He rolled his eyes and went to open the passenger door, but it refused to open.

Adam tried countless times, but it remained shut.

"Uh, sorry about that, just try a couple more times. It usually does that." I laughed nervously. I then turned and scowled at the dashboard, kicking it.

"Open the door and stop being an asshole!" I hissed. Of course, he took that to a literal sense and opened it sharply, knocking Adam over and onto the floor. I could feel Ratchet vibrating under me slightly from where he was snickering so I kicked the dashboard again, but twice as hard.

"Adam, are you alright?" I asked worriedly. I saw his head pop us as he grinned, standing back up.

"I'm fine. I think your friend's 'car' is automatic." He said, getting in and closing the door. Yeah, automatic, let's go with that.

"Yeah, sorry about that." I replied, throwing a quick scowl towards the dashboard.

Ratchet then decided to speed up the street while Adam still hadn't put his seatbelt on, thus making him slam into the window. Luckily he had placed his hands on it to stop from any serious injury. Ratchet then stopped and I gasped.

"Oh my god Im so sorry. Again! I've never driven an ambulance before!" I exclaimed, mentally coming up with many different ways to dismantle Ratchet and sell him for spare parts, using his head as a playground for little kids.

"It's okay, honestly." Adam reassured me, sensing my distress. He proceeded to quickly strap himself in.

"You sure are a dangerous driver." I pointed out, trying to muffle his snickers. I giggled slightly, but it was forced.

My guardian seemingly decided not to be a complete bastard as he started driving like he normally did. The only difference was that we couldn't talk and I had to pretend that I was driving. Everything was silent for a moment before Adam spoke up.

"Megan, I need to talk to you about something."

Oh shit. Not good.

"Ratchet I swear if you do anything stupid I will fucking kill you." I growled under my breath.

"What did you say?" Adam asked innocently.

"Oh, nothing. What did you want to talk about?" I mentally slapped myself. So I whine and bitch about my brother doing it, yet I just lied through my teeth. I'm not going to do that again. Adam hesitated before answering.

"The kiss."

"….What about it?" I asked nervously.

"Di-did it mean anything? Or was it out of the sadness of losing your father?"

I nearly laughed out loud but controlled myself.

"It might have meant something, but I don't know. It didn't….feel right" I saw his face fall out of the corner of my eye "you are more of a brother to me. Sorry." My voice had dropped to a whisper at the last part.

"Oh." Was his short reply.

The rest of the ride was silent, the tension thick in the air. I actually opened the window because the awkwardness was stuffing up the atmosphere inside of Ratchet.

I felt horrible, kissing a boy and then basically turning him down.

"C-can we still be friends?" Adam then questioned, his voice still sounding disappointed about my rejection. I immediately perked up at that.

"Of course. When did we stop being friends?" Keeping my eyes on the road to keep the act up, I reached over and patted his leg.

"You will always be one of my closest friends, I promise." I smiled at the sight of him brightening up beside me, though a little guilt rose inside of me. Maybe he thought he had another shot?

I didn't have long to ponder on that as we were approaching my house. As I pretended to park Ratchet, Adam was already taking his seatbelt off and opening the door.

Ratchet had obviously gone back into asshole mode as he swung the door open, making Adam fall out. My mouth agape, I jumped out of him and, purposely slamming his door, rushed over to my friend.

"I'll be glad when I can give this piece of junk back to my friend." I grumbled, hauling Adam up onto his feet. He smiled appreciatively at me and hugged me.

"Don't worry, lucky for you I know mechanics. Maybe I could take her apart, make sure she runs properly." He winked suggestively. I stared for a second before collapsing with laughter.

"O-oh my god…..she" I fell straight into another round of laughter. Without even knowing it, Adam had called the mech a girl. I didn't blame him, he didn't know, but it was hilarious either way.

I eventually sobered up and was greeted with Adams questioning gaze.

"Didn't you know that all vehicles are dubbed 'she'?" He asked, generally curious. I nodded.

"Yeah, I know. There's just some private joke you reminded me of, ya know, my dad being a mechanic and all that. Well, before he died anyway." I cut myself off mid ramble, smiling weakly at Adam. He mirrored it.

"I probably should head home now. I'll see you soon?"

"Yeah, see you soon."

Before I could move he cupped my cheek and pecked my forehead. Pulling back, he smirked before walking off.

When he was out of viewing distance, I gave Ratchet the best heated glare I could before turning on my heel-literally- and storming to the door.

Opening it, I hesitated but eventually stepped inside, slamming it shut.

Tomorrows 'chat' with my guardian was surely going to be interesting.

GW1234: I was going to continue this and include the 'chat', but if I did I probably wouldn't be able to post this chapter today.

I apologize for the lack of detail when writing about the funeral, and my OC's disregard for it. I didn't want to make the Priest say anything just in case I screwed it up, because I do respect those who have passed on. I know what it's like, being thirteen and attending a number of funerals already in my life.

On a lighter note, don't you think Ratchet was being a little immature? XD

Don't ask what possessed me to do that, just blame one the of many voices in my head.

I hinted a couple of things in this chapter, which will help develop the plot. Could you spot them? (Sorry, I've gone into full retarded mode)

Anyways, I hope you're having a nice summer holiday-if you're having it, we are in England anyway-and maybe, hopefully, leave a review!