II.

Daffodils

It had been a year after humanity and the Autobots had come into an agreement. Although most of humanity didn't want them, Cemetery Wind had been forcefully shut down and the use of Transformium had been band since it's been deemed 'inhumane' by both parties. Said humans had managed to convince their human leaders. It was for the sake of both humanity and the Autobots.

To protect both parties' safety.

Optimus would thank Cade, as well as both Epps and Lennox for that.

He and his comrades owed them a lot and helping them wasn't even the end of it. Their main base on Texas had been established as well as others in Chicago, Africa, Japan, and Philippines. It had been hectic, people demanding to know why. Speculating that they would take over Earth, despite saying they have no intention to do so.

But humans wouldn't listen to them, only to their human leaders.

Optimus had no grudge against them. After all, why would they listen to alien beings who posed as a threat upon their planet. Humans are easily frightened and because of that they developed a "shoot now, ask later" kind of behavior. Perhaps, despite how silly they seem, that was the reason they have lived this long and were considered to be top of the food chain.

The Prime respected them for such bravery.

Yet at the same time his spark loathed them for their cruelty. It was a miracle that him and his team could save the other members of the Autobots after being damaged to the point Optimus himself thought they would never make it. At the place where his kin had almost died, the Prime swore by the Allspark that he would put his people before the humans.

It was only fair, after all.

Words cannot express how badly they wanted to leave, but they couldn't. The pillars were destroyed, Optimus made sure of that. The Allspark does not physically exist anymore, it had no physical embodiment and therefore they could not revive their home.

Not only that, they were stuck on Earth since they didn't have any means of device that could land them on other planets that were more acceptable to their species.

The Ark, a former Autobot ship, wasn't able to get them off the planet since it has unfortunately been damaged after centuries of war. So, to make use of what they could salvage, they modified it as their base in Texas. It saved humans from using some of their resources. Not only that, human government couldn't kick them out of their own base.

Again.

The bonus was that, stuffy officials aren't exactly welcome since the ship's vessel was technically from the Autobots. In order to gain access, they had to ask the Prime's permission. This knowledge gave ease to other cybertronians, Autobot or Neutral, that for once more, they held the higher power within these grounds.

"Hey, Prime, Epps reporting." The Chief Master Sergeant of the United States Air Force, Robert Epps, stepped in Optimus' original office. Datapads and papers were neatly placed everywhere, a quarter of it not yet done or read, but Optimus was quite busy with running the base and didn't want to burden Ratchet or Ironhide.

"Epps, I apologies for the tardiness of my office. I wasn't expecting you today," He said as he stood to make his way to the bald, dark-skinned human who had walked in. Optimus crouched down to offer his servos to Epps and he accepted the offer. On the palm of his servos, the human made a sound that his audio receptors would identify as laughter.

Epps said, "Trust me, Optimus. Your office is way organized than mine and Lennox's" Once Optimus had placed the human on his desk, the Prime sat down on his chair. "Which reminds me, base-camp in Africa detected Cybertronian life signals. Reports also says there were odd sightings of Megatron near the base. However, he doesn't really do much."

"What do you mean by that, Sergeant Epps?" Optimus inquired, optics shut as his arms were propped on his table, his servos locked together. The sight had Epps wondering what the next strategy would be.

"He keeps moving about according to the reports. He never stays in one place and attacks only when he spots a human." Epps answered, "But I thought he died back in Chicago?"

The prime rumbled. "I regretfully thought so, as well."

Just then, Ratchet and Ironhide bursts through the metal doors. "Ratchet found something, Optimus." Ironhide said with such urgency in his voice. "Go show 'em, Hatchet."

Ratchet rolled his optics. "One more time, Ironhide. And by Primus I will make sure a wench is stuck on your helm that maybe, just maybe, it could fix your processor on impact." The medic turns his helm away from the Weapons Specialist who sticks out his glossa at Ratchet like a sparkling would.

"Teletran has detected cybertronian life forms near our base in Africa, Optimus," The medic reported, passing the datapad to the Prime.

Optimus held the information in his hand. "Would it be possible that it was Megatron?"

"We would've known it if it were Megatron. The energon signature would have displayed his information if it was his, but we're not sure. We couldn't track him in our radar for so long too, so we can't exactly pinpoint his location." Ironhide answered "And why reveal himself now?"

"Not only that, I tried looking into it. But there was no information. It merely said "Access Denied" as if it was critical." Ratchet added. "I entered all codes I know, including those from back in Cybertron. I figured if the energon signature was unknown, it might be a bot who landed here after the message you have sent out into space."

"It might be another Decepticon." Epps said, the human piping up after a moment of silence. "It can be a Decepticon, which with our numbers, we can easily eliminate it. If it's an Autobot, then maybe we'll earn a new ally. I suggest that we should check it out."

Optimus thought about their words. Leaving a Cybertronian out there would be equal to a death sentence. Yes, some of the human population had accepted their existence, but most of them would gladly kill them on sight if they were able to. As Prime, the safety of his people would be more important.

"Epps, please tell Lennox that him and the twins would hold base until we return. Select a few soldiers to aid us, I trust your judgement." The Prime ordered, making his decision. "Ratchet, please prepare the groundbridge to our required coordinates to get to the other base. Ironhide, debrief Bumblebee, Drift, Jazz, and Crosshairs about this. The five of you are coming with us."

Optimus scooped up Epps as him and the other two Autobots walked out of the office.

Later on, when the time came for them to depart, adjustments were made. Cade Yeager had insisted on coming with them to Africa, seeing as his never been there and wanted to bring some pictures back for his daughter. After an hour of convincing the Prime, Cade was allowed to go.

"I promise you, you won't regret it, Optimus." Cade smiled at Prime.

The Prime only nodded and smiled at Cade. He knew how creators and carriers were with their sparklings. How they would want to give the world for their future. The bond between Cade and his human sparkling reminded him of past times back in Cybertron. Back before Cybertron was alive and thriving.

Before they were a dying species.

Epps and his men were ready, waiting for next orders. The Autobot scout and spy, however, were nowhere to be found. Ratchet mumbled his concerns under his breath. Drift, "I thought Ironhide told him of when we're departing?"

"He did, but you know youngsters these days." Crosshairs grunted, making last checks on his gun. "I say we give 'em some discipline, ey?"

"Hey, I just got late for a few human minutes, don't get your knickers in a twist." Jazz said as he walked into the lobby where the Groundbridge was located.

"Stop with the human phrases, it's annoying." Crosshairs snapped, crossing his arms.

"Now, now." Drift says as he places a servo on the green bot's shoulder pads. "There's no need to get upset over something so simple that your processor couldn't understand." It earned him a growl and suddenly he was grabbed and raised by his throat.

"You call me dumb one more time and I'll—" Prime watched as the two bots were pulled apart at their napes by his Weapon Specialist, before smashing both of their helms on to one another.

"Can't the two of you stop arguing like sparklings?" Ironhide said, annoyance at his voice. "One more and I'll send the two of you to the medbay. This time, I'll make sure the two of you wouldn't walk for fifteen human solar cycles."

"Where is Bumblebee?" Optimus inquired, looking at his comrades for answers.

Jazz spoke up, "Sir, he went to visit the Witwicky boy earlier. He should be on his way by now."

"Hopefully, you guys wouldn't have to search in the dark." Cade said on Optimus' servos. He had a backpack with him. "Also look, Tessa was able to get a scholarship again!"

"Tessa is quite lucky to have a creator like you, Cade." Sideswipe says, peering at Cade's phone where his daughter had showed him her achievements. "When Sunny and I were younger, we used to fight for our survival in the pits of Kaon."

"Pits of Kaon?" Cade asked. "Wait, a minute, Optimus. Back then, didn't you say that's where you also met Megatron."

The Prime nodded. "Indeed, old friend."

"We used to look up at him in our days at that pit." The red Autobot laughed. "At least, way back before he turned, as you humans would say, bat-shit crazy."

"Lord High Protector my aft," Ironhide snorted. "He didn't protect slag, that's what I'm sure about."

"What do you mean by that?" Epps asked curiously. "Hey, I thought you guys said he's a tyrant that wanted to enslave all human life? Or is this some villain origin story?"

Sideswipe laughs. "Um… something like that. Yeah."

"Back on Cybertron, before all of this. Megatron was—" Suddenly a yellow and black bot come running in the lobby, cutting Ironhide off, almost crashing on the human troops. Beeping furiously as he stumbled back up his pedes.

"Primus, Bumblebee, where had you been? You were supposed to depart an hour ago." Ratchet questioned the yellow and black scout.

"—apologies, Captain—Traffic is crazy on this highway!—I almost got arrested for that shit—No cap—" The scout said, using different clips from the radio to communicate. Jazz and Crosshairs laughed at the scout's misfortune.

Curse words flew from the radio as Bumblebee chewed off the two laughing Autobots.

Optimus sighed.

At least, they can finally investigate the cybertronian signature. The Prime turns to Ratchet, nodding. With that, the medic types in the coordinates before activating the Groundbridge. Optimus secured the human in his arms.

"Autobots, roll out."

— ixi —

The Earth's star had set once more for the four-hundredth thousand and eleventh time. The warlord had been counting the solar and lunar cycle that passes since the failure of bringing his planet back to its former glory. Keeping track of how long he had gone into hiding amongst the dirt ball of a planet.

It was a miracle how he hadn't lost his processor to madness from his isolation.

Megatron hissed as he looked over himself. This was worthless and the only vehicle model he had obtained had damaged his pride. He loathed the humans, those pesky organics. And yet he hated how he had relied on their inventions while he's stuck in this Primus-forsaken planet.

Their disgusting red liquid dripped down his claws.

His sharp digits were covered by their organic bodily fluids of those foolish insects who even dared to give away his existence. Megatron was disgusted with the scent of and sight of blood on his form. It was disgusting, yet he did not bother to get rid of it. The cloth wrapped around his helm was the only crown he shall ever gain.

That was something he had accepted as he hid his damaged faceplates in shame.

The human-loving Prime, traitor to his species as he chose these organics over the survival of Cybertron, would have slain his helm clean off of his form had the warlord not retreated. Courage and bravery were something Megatron prided himself off of, yet he had been reduced into a state of cowardice.

Pathetic.

Here he lies on this dead land of this dirt planet, his little excuse of a base sitting in the middle of nowhere near a river. Solitude was taking its toll on him, slowly but surely. Megatron is aware of that. Yet solitude is what offered him survival and so he had accepted the idea of remaining here.

Out of sight and out of detection.

His members had all been slaughtered by these mere insects or perhaps they were in hiding and Megatron dare not try to send out a signal for it might be used tor track him down. His cloaking abilities can only do so much. The warlord was able to save four sparklings, weak and yet have pulled through the worst. It was a surprise to see a sparkling since the last time he saw one was when…

When Cybertron was still thriving.

Megatron, mad with power and violence, knew when to be soft. Their carrier and creator must've already perished. After a quick prayer to Primus, to accept them within the Well of the Allspark. Until then, he had decided to take these sparklings under his wing.

Perhaps, once they have grown enough, he can train them into soldiers who can carry out his desires of finally reviving his home.

Their home.

That was simply wishful thinking. Sustenance for them was growing slim and next to none, without energon, they will surely perish. Megatron had theorized that perhaps they will last within another earth month. Death will surely come for them, but not tonight.

Misery.

That was one of the strongest feelings he has felt as he hid in the shadows. The thought of killing himself had crossed his processors. His planet was good for dead. The insects of this planet had slaughtered his men, as far as he was aware of, and were out to extinguish his spark.

He wanted to give up.

However, he refused to die in such a way. It wasn't the warrior's way. And so, he had strived to get through. He will not come to death for death must come to him. He will give it a challenge, after all, he was a gladiator turned leader.

Megatron refused to settle for less.

And so, he will live.

He growls deeply as he shifts to sit up, joints creaking and squealing in stress and agony. The damage given to his helm would burn constantly. It hadn't been repaired and it was slowly getting worse than before. Nothing could heal it.

Not at this point, at least.

The elements of this planet add to his torture. The make-shift hood from the cloth had merely covered his wounds and it didn't really aid in fixing it. Each solar and lunar cycle that passed, Megatron could feel himself slowly losing his grip on his wits. He wouldn't admit it, but a tinge of fear was what he felt when he thought about it.

A glorious leader reduced to a madman.

But that wouldn't happen.

Right?

A familiar scent is carried on the wind. One that reminds him of this disgusting planet. How his army perished. How he forced into hiding.

A human.

Megatron, as quick as his body would allow him to, stood up. He growled causing the ground beneath him to quake. His canon appearing from the subspace within his arm, powering up. His optics narrowed. He will make sure to not let a single insect escape his sights.

No, they shall not escape his wrath.

Silence.

His audios does not pick up a single sound. Night have fallen at this point, but it does not hinder the warlord. Something runs off to the east of his sights and Megatron snarls. The insect dares to hide from him?

How amusing.

He takes aim towards the human's position and he can clearly see the camouflaged human glaring back with its puny weapon aimed back. Megatron grins, showing rows of sharp dentas. He takes his time on this one. A minute has passed and yet the insect does not fire.

It only stares back in disdain.

"You dare mock me, insect." Megatron snarls, words laced with venom and anger.

He growls and fires a shot a few meters near the human. Not to harm him but to serve as a warning. Just a warning shot and it should make this mere organic repent. But it does no such thing.

He does not flinch and Megatron frowns.

Something isn't right.

The human fires its weapon, but not at Megatron. It aimed for the sky. It was only then did Megatron realized, this human was a soldier. What it did was a signal. A signal for what?

A blast of pain strikes him in the back and a roar of pain rips out of his audio box. The warlord staggers to his knees and he glares behinds him.

Yet there was nothing there.

Nothing he could see, at least. The sparklings are calling out in distress and confusion. He had almost forgotten that they were not used to such loud sounds. His optics caught the sight of a flash in the distance and a projectile vanishes within the dark sky above him.

Megatron gives out a battle cry as he pushed himself back to his feet and to his side just enough to avoid another shot near his helm. The blast alters his vision for a moment and another is shot upon his cadulen causing his legs to fire up in pain. Crippled, the Decepticon leader drags himself away. All the while firing back for cover.

Primus, why must he be so weak?

To die pathetically at the hands of a few, tiny humans?

As if to add another jab on his pride, another shot strikes his shoulder, and it forcefully sends him onto his back. Megatron roars in pain and agony. He was losing energon. With that he accepted his defeat for he did not have the strength to fight from all the pain that clawed at his body.

There is the sound of fleeing human footsteps and their set of sad-excuse-of-a-vehicle driving away.

Cybertronian curses fell from his dermas. They had toyed with him just like what he had done to his enemies for so many millennia. They do not come to kill him, but to let him offline. Offline in a slow and pitiful way.

Megatron attempts to stand, but his body refuses.

The sparklings cry out, but their sounds seemed distant.

Death comes for all and tonight it comes to Megatron. The warlord accepts it without a thought.

But the end does not take him. Instead, it seemed to hover over him. Megatron lied there in pain. Had death also rejected him?

How absurd.

And then he sensed it.

An energon signature that belongs to a cybertronian. A growl manages to tear out of him. If it were an Autobot, he would've been offlined. It wasn't moving, it seemed to just stand there.

Did it also come to mock him?

"Are you a coward? I dare you to kill me, Autobot-scum." Megatron growled, without bothering to open his optics. He will not give them the satisfactory of peering into his spark through his optics. A moment passed and nothing happened. The bot wasn't doing anything to him.

Fiery, lava-red optics snapped open.

He turns his helm where he can sense the energon signal. It led his gaze to the running river. He couldn't see anything related to what might belong to a Cybertronian. And there was… a cloth?

A dirty cloth stuck in between some rocks.

Was it another sparkling? If so, Megatron had no choice but to take it in as well. He would not let a sparkling die at the hands of a human. Not for as long as he lived.

Whatever time he had left.

Mustering his strength, Megatron stood up on his pedes as he ignored the pain. He limped near the river, where the energon signature was. Once his optics were able to see properly again, he searched the river other than the white cloth. There was no sign of cybertronian life than the being before him, but that was impossible.

For how can an energon signature belong to… a human?

Megatron stares in confusion, bewilderment.

The human laid in between the rocks, preventing it from floating down stream. Megatron would've thought it was dead with how still it was had it not bean for its energon signature. The organic looked pale, the kind that seemed wrong to its body. The white cloth sit wore, some sort of garment, was tattered and dirty.

Was it tortured by its own kind?

There weren't any bruises, but he could see light scratches on its arms. The soil that caked on the organic's feet told the warlord that it had been running. But running from what? He reaches down to inspect the insect, further analysis proved it was a femme when he had poked its chest. Upon picking her up, the fur on its head, long and curly dangled from its organic helm.

She didn't move.

The human femme was in stasis lock.

He pushed down her belly. To his surprise the human femme coughed out water from its organic dermas. It seemed to regain consciousness, but went back to stasis lock. Was she an experiment? Perhaps she can be useful to him.

However, how can she be useful?

A thought crosses the warlord's processor.

Megatron smirks, perhaps this can be someone whom he can torture. Something to do to pass the time. He stands up, the human femme delicately on the middle of his palm. Megatron resisted the urge to squish her with how fragile she seemed.

There is the sound of human vehicles in the distance. Snapping his head around, Megatron snarls lowly as he peers in the darkness. Heavily armed humans are approaching, similar to the ones that came recently. Most likely to clean up their failed attempt of ambushing him.

His radar sensed energon signals.

"Autobot scums," He growled. Had they detected their energon signal in their radar as well. This wouldn't be good fir him. He was weak and he can easily be killed with this disadvantage.

He could always leave the human femme here; surely the other humans and 'Bots would take her back. The tyrant simply had to stalk off, leave the fleshling be.

And yet…

Megatron opens his claws, looking at the femme, whom seemed to be on the brink of death. Death did not grant Megatron the end he deserved earlier. And so, Megatron decided to take this human femme's life into his servos. The warlord will not let death have its way with the organic in his grasps.

Strangely, he had a deeper need to understand.

Why was she giving off an energon signature?

Megatron was aware that the human troops are drawing closer to his position. He had to decide.

Now.

Taking the sparklings with him, Megatron transformed into his grounder's alt mode. The fleshling secured in his cab while the sparklings were on the roof of his earthly disguise and with that, he sped off. It was a blessing the femme was in stasis lock, otherwise the warlord's cloaking abilities wouldn't have properly worked with the screaming she would have done. They would've been found easily, since humans tend to have good hearing to hear their own.

An excitement sparks within his chases.

Like a sparkling who was giddy.

Once she awakens, Megatron will have plenty to force out of her.

The thought brought him excitement.

— ixi —

Her eyes fluttered open as her body ached, it was dark. She coughed heavy, her nose hurt like ones would if they accidentally intake water wrong or if it went into your nose. Was it just a nightmare? But the cold, the kind that it was in the form of drying, and tattered nightgown said otherwise.

Where did the waters take her?

She was… on the ground? Deep brown soil with hints of grass underneath her had her confirming that she was still in the forest. No birds were calling, no crickets chirped, and the wind blew with a silent howl. The trees seemed different. The moon, a waxing crescent, hung lower in the west as the sun itched to peek from its east.

How long was she out? Not knowing where north is, she didn't know if it was dusk or dawn.

Persephone's body ached, the wind chilled her to the core. Her arms instinctively wrapped around her, her hair was now wavy. It would probably be frizzy once its completely dry if she doesn't tend to it carefully like she always do. She sighed.

At least, she was safe.

She felt warm air whip over her, like a breath. The scent of something rotting had her almost puking. Her body lurched, coaxing her to vomit, but she didn't. Once she composed herself, she spoke. "What the fuck? That shit is nasty."

Just as she said that, a hard and cold nudged sent her tumbling forward onto her knees. Pissed, she turns around. How dare they push her? "What the hell is wrong with—"

Her voice dies in her throat as her eyes widens.

There, stood in front of her, in all his glory, was Megatron. Megatron, Leader of the Decepticons. A squeal attempted to tore its way out of her throat, but it came out as a choke. Her inner transfan, as if it had been resurrected from the dead, was fangirling.

Her heart beats in her chest, like a damn madman who demands to be let out. Butterflies in her stomach fluttered around. The little crush she had for the Decepticon warlord that she had thought had gone away in time as she grew up, had returned with a vengeance. Her breath quickened as she attempted to calm down.

If Megatron stood in front of her…

Did that mean Optimus also existed?

Her inner fangirling was hard to contain, to the outside it was as if she was trembling in fear.

Megatron crouched before Persephone, resting an arm on one knee. His lava-red optics seemed to glow like hellfire underneath the hood, in which Persephone had only now noticed after coming back to what little senses she had, and bore down into her. Mouth agape

"Come, now, femme." Megatron said, and Persephone felt her face flushed red at his words. "Quit your trembling. Had I wanted to scare you, I would've been doing far worse."

She watched as the warlord pulled down his makeshift hood and dropped it to his pedes, revealing his torn head. His right side had a section of it blown off near the top of his helm. It was dangerously close to the optics on said side, thankfully it wasn't damaged. His sharp claws flicked a few wires in the wound with a hiss, glaring at his injury. "There, am I easier for you to look at now?"

Persephone didn't know how to react or if she was actually seeing any of this. Was this real? Was this her afterlife? She had only read these kinds of scenarios in fanfics she had encountered back when she was young. Most of them were finished and the others had been abandoned.

Now that she's here.

She didn't exactly know what to do, so, Persephone just sat there gawking at the cybertronian before her.

"And quit staring at me, it's rude and annoying." Megatron growled. He narrowed his optics at her and Persephone had to avert her gaze in order to keep thinking straight. Pissing him off wouldn't be a great idea. He could squish her if he so pleased.

She wouldn't mind.

"I had found you, soaked. Barely alive. You're lucky by Primus I had not decided to kill you yet, femme." He snarled and shivers of delight went down her spine. "Therefore, you owe your life to me, insect."

"Of course, Lord Megatron." Persephone agreed, bowing her head in respect.

A growl was heard, before the Decepticon slashed a claw before her feet, leaving deep marks in the dirt. Persephone yelped at the sudden action, looking at Megatron in confusion. Does he not want to be addressed as such? Unless, that's not how he wants to be addressed, at all.

"How do you know who I am, femme?" Megatron questioned and Persephone can hear the threat and caution on his voice.

Oh, shit.

He hasn't introduced himself yet and she already knows his name? A wrong move on her part.

Oh, fuck.

What reason was she supposed to say?

What the hell should she respond?

"Answer me, insect! Speak!" The Decepticon slammed his fist on the ground, making Persephone lose her balance. "SPEAK! NOW!"

Shit went to a hundred real quick

"Wait! Wait, don't hurt me. Please!" Persephone begged, eyes shut.

She can hear him snarl sharply, his sharp digits clamping her down onto her back and pinning her by her torso. "Quit stalling, femme." He warned, gruesome head leaned just a foot above the surprised young woman's face.

"When I demand an answer from you, it be best for you to answer me swiftly." A growl rumbled in his chest and up his throat. "Well, maggot? Where's my answer?

When she opened her eyes, she sighed. Best to not lie from him. "I'm… I'm Persephone Villamora. Look, I don't know if you would actually believe me or not, but what I'm about to tell you is the truth, okay?" The young woman yelped as the claws sunk deeper into her shoulders and felt them on the near end of breaking as blood began to seep beneath her white—dirty white—nightgown began to turn crimson from where his digits were.

A warning from him not to lie.

"I'm… I'm not from here. Not from this dimension, at least. Where I am from, you are merely fiction. The rest of you and the whole race of Cybertron are fiction. Made for the entertainment of children. Well, their target audience are children. And I'm a fan of both you and Optimus Prime." Persephone takes a shallow breath as his digits stopped, voice still calm. "P-please, please, I'm telling the truth. I swear upon Primus and the Allspark. What reason would I have to lie to a Decepticon? It would already be a losing fight! I'm not that stupid, okay."

A monstrous laugh came out of him. "Interesting story, femme. Yet something is amiss…" His claws shift to the back of her neck and picked her up the scruff of her nightgown. The collar held against her throat, thankfully, it wasn't enough to choke her as she was brought near the alien's face. The beast growls, baring his sharp dentas. "I sense an energon signature from you, fleshling. Energon does not course through your veins and yet your organic spark resembles that of a cybertronian. You lie to me."

"Are you deadass telling me that I'm some sort of cybertronian spy?" Persephone laughs, catching the metal giant by surprise. "Hah! I wish, but no. It would've been cool to be a cybertronian tho. I remember my house being broken into, so I ran away. They would've killed me, but I refused to die by their hands. So, I drowned myself."

"Lies! Do not make me regret not drowning you from that river!"

"You're the one who should've killed me! Don't shove that shit on to my plate!"

She felt the grip tighten, the coldness of his digit present on the back of her neck. "Do not take me for a fool, maggot!" Megatron roared, making her long curls whip about.

Crossing her arms like an insolent child, Persephone argued, "Look, I already told you the truth and nothing but the truth! So, let me down! I have nothing to say to you anymore."

The former Decepticon leader snarled, cursing in Cybertronian into her face, his dentas snapped only inches away. In response, Persephone screamed back angrily towards him and spat on the metal being's optics. The mech hissed in anger and disgust. Shaking his helm violently to rid the residue off of his optics.

Finding shaking to no avail, Megatron growled again to Persephone before throwing her off to the side and landed into the base of a tree. The wind knocked out of her the instant her side hit the trunk and dropping on to her knees. Tears threatened to spill her eyes at the various pain that made itself known upon her body.

"I will have you dead for that, disgusting organic!" Megatron yelled, still fussing with his dirtied optic without bothering to face her.

"Should've done that sooner, my lord," Persephone mocked loud enough to hear, as she held her side.

After a few minutes, the pain subsided and Persephone pushed herself onto her feet. The sun had risen and Persephone figured it was morning and not night time. Which was great, it would let her have more time on her hands. Leaving the Decepticon to fume his anger, the young woman observed her surroundings.

Persephone finds herself in a makeshift camp. A torn-up cloth tarp was draped overhead, attached to the branches of the trees and two leaning makeshift posts. It was big enough for the Decepticon to sit or lay down underneath to. Steel barrels and crates littered the camp-site area of the grassland, near them was a river. The grasslands stretched far and wide and she was impressed with the scenery here.

"When did you build this?" Persephone asked, eyeing the makeshift posts, which composed of long metal bars that had been ripped off of.

Silence.

"Moments, after I found you. I had to relocate here." Megatron answered. In which, Persephone only nodded.

If her speculation was correct, Persephone was on Bayverse. But which one? And if she was in Bayverse why did Megatron more likely resembled the G1 version? She was stuck here with no means of defense or any form of communication. Persephone had no chance of finding civilization or even away from the metal tyrant.

Persephone, lay on the grass as the morning sunlight started to bask the ground. She closed her eyes the warmth rays from the star bathed her form and the grass with her. There was nothing to do, but relax. A sigh escapes her lips.

Her mind wonders off. Now, that she was here, what would she do? And back at home, was Lilith safe? Would they be able to find her body? If there was body to begin with? Persephone is aware that she's very much alive. After all, it would be impossible to feel all that pain when you're dead.

How did she come here?

What the hell and how did this happened?

A huff of hot wind and a touch of cool metal on her leg distracted her. Persephone did her best to ignore it, but a persisting nudge would not let her off the hook easily. Grumbling under her breath, she pulled her leg back and put some force onto kicking the digit. There was warbling noise and that caught the young woman's attention, Persephone's eyes snapped open.

That couldn't be Megatron.

Four pairs of small yellow optics stared back at her, nearly eye level and clicking. They belonged to four child-like cybertronians, it didn't seem to have any armor. Not at the moment, at least. They seemed harmless and quite adorable. They continued to stare as she looked back at them with the same confusion the optics possessed.

Wait a minute.

These were sparklings? It was the only explanation and from their appearances, she doubts they're the warlord's offsprings. Not an ounce of terror on their being, that or they had gotten it from their other parent. She glanced at Megatron whom had washed his optics with water, before wiping it with the cloth he had removed from his helm.

Yep, it couldn't be his.

One sparkling scooted a few inches closer to Persephone, optics never leaving her. The other clicked, as if telling their sibling to be cautious and all the young woman did was look at the sparkling in pure curiosity. Slowly, it touched her arm with its servos. At that, Persephone smiled warmly.

Slowly, she placed her hand on their servos. Persephone felt small being surrounded by giants. Hopefully, she wouldn't die. She just woke up here, after all.

Persephone was too busy fawning over the sparklings and how adorable they seem. One after another cooing and clicking continuously. Until all four of them were huddled near her. The sun rising, making itself known, the same way she's aware of how she's quickly getting attached to the four sparklings.

Unaware of the red optics that watched her with amusement.

End of Chapter II

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