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: Ugh…what a pain in my butt this month has been. But FINALLY, I have a bit of time on my hands to post this next chapter. In other news, I get my casts off next month! Yaaay! So in celebration of both Thanksgiving and my near end to torture, here's another chappie!
More Than Meets the Eye
Previously:
Sleep embraced them both before they even knew what hit them, and so, together they lay, side-by-side…just like Megatron had intended. Side-by-side, lovers at last.
His dreams were nothing short of wonderful that night, blissfully realistic images of himself and Kayla together. However, even though they seemed to last for about a minute in his subconscious, Megatron awoke around ten hours later, Kayla still fast asleep at his side. A small smile played across her lips, and he couldn't help but lean over and place a gentle kiss on them; she gave a sigh of contentment and shifted around a bit. He couldn't resist the smile that overtook his face as he watched her. Though the thick curtains blocked out most of the outside light, the room still had a yellowish tint from the sun, its weakened rays dancing across the expanse of her exposed skin, giving it a softened glow. He slid his hand over her bare shoulder, the velvety smoothness making his skin tingle. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, her pupils retracting from what light remained in the room, and she stared up at Megatron; her gaze was still a bit clouded, but nonetheless managed to draw him in.
Kayla smiled, rested her head on his chest, and tickled his jaw line with the tip of her nose. "Good morning…" Her voice was still husky from sleep, and he had to bite back the bit of his mind that had thought this was incredibly arousing.
"Good morning." He reached his hand under her back, and started to knead the tensed up muscles with his skilled fingers. "How are you feeling?"
"Mmmmm…" she was pressing down into his hand, trying to strengthen the affect of the massage. She ran her hand along his cheek, pausing momentarily to fiddle with a lock of his hair. "I feel wonderful." Scooting over closer towards him, she began to rub his own back in return. "How about you?"
"I haven't felt this good in many years," he informed her, running the tip of his tongue along the outer shell of her ear. She shuddered, and he gave a primal growl from the pit of his vocal processor as he pulled her closer.
"Megatron," her voice had lost its husky, sleepy tone, and she was now wide awake; she could feel the sign of his arousal poking into her thigh. "You're insatiable."
"Am I?" He dropped his head and placed a few light kisses on her neck. "Because I don't see you complaining."
"I'm not complaining," stated Kayla matter-of-factly as she pushed him back down into the mattress. "However, I'm certainly not endorsing the idea right now."
"What?!" He looked like he was about to have a seizure as he watched her reach over, pluck her robe from its hook next to the bed, and wrap it around herself before rolling out of the bed. "But I-" His widened eyes looked down towards the region between his legs, and then back up at her with a pleading gaze. "But-"
"No buts," she sounded like she was really enjoying herself as she made her way over towards her bathroom. "Wasn't it enough for you that you were my first?"
His jaw dropped, completely floored by this new bit of information. "Was I really?"
"You certainly were." She smiled at him, and then selected a few articles of clothing from her armoire. "I'm going to go shower."
"Alright," he managed as he staggered from the bed, watching her disappear into the bathroom before allowing himself to flicker off his holo-form.
Megatron winced as his optics flared to life, and slowly attempted to rise from the kneeling position from which he projected his holo-form. His knee joints creaked and groaned as he stood up, the unpleasant grinding grating against his audios; once fully standing, he found that he needed to sit again, which was just fine by him. No reason to stress himself out when he didn't need to. He needed to sort out a few things, anyway…
"I cannot believe I'm about to do this," he thought blankly to himself as he began to comb through the dense forest. "This had better work." The cold always made him bitter, and the two feet of snow resulting from last night's big storm didn't make things any better.
The entire forest looked strange with its white blanket of snow, the very earth he tread frozen to the core.
"Prime?" he called evenly, his deep voice resounding off the trees. A branch snapped behind him, and he instinctively whirled around to investigate…only to see nothing there.
Megatron continued onwards, occasionally calling out to see who was around. It wasn't too long before he heard another limb snap, although this time, when he turned to see what was behind himself, he was instantly swarmed by Autobots, all with their weapons drawn and aimed directly at his spark.
"Got ya now, Decepticon scum", growled Ironhide, his plasma cannons crackling with energy and shoved right up in Megatron's face. "It's four on one, d'you think you can handle it?"
"Get out of my face, you glitch," the Decepticon leader snarled in response as he shoved the Autobot's cannons away. "I want to speak with Prime. Now."
"You ain't talkin' to no one like that," Jazz charged up his weapons as he came through the circle of Autobots. "'Specially not Optimus."
"All of you, hold your fire!" Every head snapped in the direction of the stern voice, and the Autobots looked as though they might just ignore him and fire anyway. "That's an order."
Optimus still had his calm demeanor about him, his optics surprised, but neutral just the same. Reluctantly, his men cleared off and left the area, but still remained within earshot to hear the proceedings.
"You wanted to talk?" he questioned, his bright blue optics burning into Megatron's as they stared each other off.
"Yes." Megatron still didn't break his stare with the Autobot leader, but remained firm as he felt the silently scrutinizing optics of his men raking over him.
Out of respect, and to show that this was merely a time for negotiations, Optimus removed his battle faceplate, and Megatron also removed his helmet. The two of them continued to stare at one another, neither making to rush the situation or make a hasty first move.
Finally, Optimus took his chances, and ventured, "What is it, Megatron? What do you want?"
Well, here it was: The moment of truth. The Decepticon leader steadied himself, quiet puffs of air hissing through his chassis as he adjusted his posture. "I want a truce, Prime. Permanently."
If Optimus wasn't the dignified mech that he was, his jaw would have dropped and he would've passed out cold. However, instead of that, he took his measurement carefully, determining whether or not it was a valid proposition. He didn't want to rush to conclusions.
"With all due respect, Megatron," Optimus paused as he took in his rival. "Why would you want a truce? Why now, after all these millions of years?"
Megatron didn't answer, but chose to gaze back towards the Decepticon base; Kayla was outside, bundled up in her cold weather clothing, exchanging greetings with the Autobot humans, Sam and Mikeala. After briefly whispering to Mikeala, the two of them began to hurl a barrage of snowballs at Sam, who started yelling and running away as fast as he could before being knocked down by the two girls. The two of them were laughing and screaming as they tortured her boyfriend, one shoving snow down the back of his boxers and the other giving him as much of an atomic wedgie as she could manage. Finally, the group seemed to calm down, and they all got to their feet, brushing snow off of themselves. Sensing she was being watched, Kayla turned, locked eyes with Megatron, and smiled shyly as she waved at him.
"It's strange, how love can change a mech," mused Optimus with a small smile as he watched Megatron. "Now, suddenly…our fight doesn't seem to matter very much anymore."
"No…" Megatron broke free from his trance-like state, and turned to face the Autobot leader. "Prime…er…Optimus," his gaze flicked away briefly before returning again. "I can't do it any longer. I can't put her in danger. I already have Starscream on the loose, he's enough of a burden as it is-"
"You don't mean to say that-"
"Yes," continued Megatron with a grimace. "He's infatuated with her, in his own sick, twisted way." Optimus shook his head, but continued to listen. "And she's invited me to this ball…thing. Where humans eat, and socialize, and do other such things. I'm already going to attend in my holo-form, and I'm concerned that Starscream might do the same."
Sensing his intent, Optimus asked, "Do you need assistance, Megatron?"
"I would be very grateful," the Decepticon leader said truthfully. "Not for myself, I can handle Starscream. But I'd like to know that while I'm fighting, she's being kept safe, and out of harm's way."
For the first time, Optimus placed a friendly hand on Megatron's shoulder. "Megatron, because of this new light you have shed upon yourself, I now view you with great respect. Asking for help to protect the one you love, and not being concerned with your own safety. And because of this, I'd be honored to call a truce."
Megatron stepped back, a small smile upon his face, and extended his hand to Optimus. "Truce?"
Optimus himself couldn't resist a smile as he accepted his former rival's hand. "Truce."
After shaking hands, they departed to their separate ways. Though the war might have been over, that didn't mean that there weren't differences between the two races. Optimus watched as Megatron knelt down and Kayla ran over to his crouched form, taking his much larger face between her hands and placing a kiss on his mouth components. He projected his holo-form down onto the ground, and after another few minutes of introductions, the two couples began to build snow forts from which to resume their snowball war.
"Ah yes," he found himself rumbling, watching as Megatron leaned against Kayla as they smoothed a wall of their fort. " Love."
The couples then began to hurl the balls of frozen precipitation at each other, Kayla praising Megatron after he made a particularly good shot. It was odd to see the Decepticon leader adapting to human life, but still very touching; he watched unsurely as they all began to lay down on the ground to make snow angels, and after a little bit of encouragement, he joined them as well, looking to Kayla for advice every minute or so. And after that was all said and done, they began to make a giant snow man, Megatron switched off his holo-form, and began to gather enormous balls of snow with his giant hands, stacking the largest on the bottom, a smaller in the middle, and the smallest on the top. One at a time, he lifted the humans up to make a face, and once the eyes, nose, and mouth were in place, he found two large limbs from a pine tree, and stabbed them into the snowman's torso for arms.
It was nice to see him going along with everything, even if he didn't understand why certain things were done. They romped around in the snow until dark, until Sam and Mikeala had to head home with Bumblebee. And after goodbyes were exchanged, Optimus smiled as Megatron carried a now-freezing Kayla back into the warmth of his base. Things were still a bit shaky, but that would take time to stabilize and become adjusted to. All he knew for certain was that things were certainly looking up…
Me: Cut! Good job, everyone!
All: (shake snow off selves and start talking to each other)
Optimus: Jeez…NOW what are we going to do for entertainment? No more war…
Ironhide: I know. SERIOUSLY.
Bumblebee: There's always Parcheesi.
All: (groan)
Bumblebee: What?!
Jazz: (to DarkxPrince's Megatron): And what's YOUR deal? You ran off on DarkxPrince to go comfort her…Well, did you?
Kayla: Jazz!
Jazz: (points to Kayla) She likes you!
Kayla: JAZZ!
Jazz: Do you like her?
Kayla: JAZZ! SHUT THE HELL UP!
Author's Note: Too…tired. Full of…turkey. But you guys know what to do. Please, read and review!