III.

Overwatered

A week had passed and the human femme avoided him.

Megatron had noticed that whenever the little fleshling caught sight of him, she would immediately turn to the opposite direction of where he stood or lay. That or when he caught sight of her movement from the corner of his optics and turn to settle his gaze at her, she'd disappear swiftly. Able to hide under the human crates and or behind the trees.

And yet, she never strayed too far.

She was just…

There.

Every now and then, he'd catch her playing with the sparklings and as for the sake of the sparklings, Megatron had no choice but to silently watch from afar as to not startle the five of them. What would happen if she were to use the sparklings against him? What if she were to hurt them? What if the sparklings were to accidentally hurt her?

After all, someone had to clean up the entrails and blood an organic would make if they were squished.

So, Megatron had to be sure by watching her movements.

The former Decepticon warlord sat beneath his makeshift shade, staring at his claws that rested upon his knees. He growls in Cybertronian as he had hid the last piece of energon from his stash that he was able to raid before this cursed planet had took its toll on him—the sparklings needed them more than he did. The sparklings were fed and it had made them livelier.

To him, the invisible number of days that each sparking had before their sad demise seemed to disappear.

That should make them last longer.

Yet, He was worried for them since after they consuming the last energon meant they had nothing to refuel their systems anymore.

Should it matter? These sparklings were going to consume it anyways.

"Primus, help these sparklings." Megatron said to himself.

It didn't matter if he raised them to be soldiers or not. They were sparklings! Megatron, who had lead battles and won them over, was fighting a silent war to raise these sparklings he had found. Fighting for their survival against this wretched world.

If Primus were to punish him then he must punish him directly!

Not these sparklings for they are innocent.

And then his processors brought up the femme. Quite an impression she left. Claiming to be someone from afar; a different world. The logical explanation he could think of was that the femme was a neutral disguised as a human.

"I'm a fan of both you and Optimus Prime."

Her words echoed in his helm. If this were to be true, should she not be at his pedes worshipping him every now and then. Instead, this insect insults him by spitting at his optics even after he had rescued her.

Maybe, she was more of a fan of that traitorous Prime?

Impossible. If she was, then she would have been trying to reach out to him in the first place. As he sat there, lost in thought, Megatron couldn't help that small bubble of anger that presented itself to him. Even at the admiration of this insect… was he also second?

It does not matter.

Perhaps, she was buying time to sell him out?

No.

Had she been stalling, she would've gone and ran off. Instead, she stayed. Not only that, she also addressed him the way those beneath him would. Does she also recognizes that he is superior than her?

"Of course, Lord Megatron."

She said it with such utmost sincerity and even going so far as to bow to him. That alone, was proof that she holds more respect for the former Decepticon leader than his brother whom had doomed his species. Megatron couldn't quite explain it.

There was something about the way the organic femme said his designation.

There was nothing to it, really.

Yet he finds himself wanting his designation falling from her dermas every now and then.

The sound of something falling broke his train of thought. His helm turned to where the sound came from to see one of the sparklings in the process of standing up. Silly thing, it had fallen over themselves in the midst of its entertainment. Megatron calls out to them softly in cybertronian.

With chirps and curious clicks, the little sparkling goes to him with wide curious yellow optics.

"Where is the human femme?" Megatron hummed. "Bring me to her."

The sparkling nods its helm eagerly, before they departed with the rest of its siblings. Megatron standing, his joints screeching at the motion, and followed them. He can still sense the femme, obviously. There was something in his spark that seemed to want to reach out to her, he didn't understand it.

And yet that was why he knew she hasn't left him at all.

He just… couldn't pinpoint where her exact location is.

The sparklings stopped in front of the empty wooden crates. The four of them informing Megatron that she was under the crates. That seemed to spark a panic within him. He growls and snarled at the four sparklings in fury, and the poor four little cybertronians cowered in fear and confusion.

His heart sank at the thought of her perishing by heavy wooden human crates.

"Why hadn't any of you four told me sooner?!" He demanded as he removed the empty wooden crates, one after another.

And when he saw her, he felt like he had been slapped out of his little paranoia. There, the human femme lay, underneath the wooden crates.

The, now dirty, white garment she wore the day he found her had been ripped that stopped by her knees. The sleeves of the fabric stopping just by her shoulder and the torso area had been clearly modified to show her neck and collarbone, but still covering her chasis. The fur on its head, that were once curled seemed thicker and were tied in strange knots that stopped by her waist.

As he crouched down, Megatron would have thought she was dead had he not noticed her breathing was slow and shallow. An indication that the human femme was in recharge. He poked at her belly since that seemed to gain a reaction out of her before. She did not budge.

He poked her arm.

Nothing.

He tried again with her legs.

Nothing again.

Megatron watched, awaiting her return from slumber. A chuckle arose from him. He was supposed to torture her for his amusement. Yet, here she was. In recharge before him, showing him her vulnerability.

She didn't exactly show him, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride to see her at her vulnerable state.

He could kill her this instant. The tyrant can turn her into mere red paste and smudge her entrails on the ground beneath them. And yet, she was breathing and in a peaceful recharge. Simply because he chose not to.

She was alive.

Simply because Megatron wanted her to be.

He was snapped out of his musings when the human femme moves. The insect yawns and stretched its limbs. When she had opened her optics and saw him, a scream tore its way out of her throat.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" She yelled, brows furrowed. "You can't just do that!"

"Do what?"

"You can't just watch others sleep, Megatron."

"Do not flatter yourself, femme. I have no interest in watching a maggot's slumber." Megatron rolled his optics as he stood up from crouching. "Rise, femme, for I wish to discuss something with you."

The insect stands on its legs, crossing her arms at him, "I have a name, you know."

"Care to remind me, again?" The warlord asked. Of course, he knew her designation. She did leave quite an impression on him, it was hard to forget. Megatron simply didn't want to give her that satisfaction.

"My name is Persephone. Persephone. Please, remember that." The femme answered, emphasizing her designation. "So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?"

A smile stretched on his dermas at her query. The warlord sits down and bent towards her. "I am sure you're aware that I had saved your life, femme. That if it weren't for me, you would have met your maker." Megatron reminded, watching her expression.

Persephone answered, "Of course, and for that I am thankful to you. I really am."

"And yet you avoid me, femme. You say that you are thankful at my generosity, yet I do not see any indication of gratefulness from a mere insect like you," He sneered, red optics glaring at her. "Does your kind not know how to show appreciation to your savior."

The human femme sighs. "Look, I'm sorry if you think I'm ungrateful and shit. I… I-I just think you wouldn't like an organic like me running around underneath your feet. I'll make it up to you for that."

How thoughtful of her.

"Now that is what I wanted to hear from you, femme." Megatron says, nodding his head in approval. His optics watched as she looked at him confused.

Now that she stood in front of him, he was able to get a good look at her.

Persephone seemed small. Small and fragile. Her servo on her waist and her helm tilted a bit to the side. For an organic, her optics were what caught Megatron's attention. They were so dark, like the cruel grasps of space and he finds himself getting lost in them.

He could see his reflection in them, even.

The femme yelps as he scoops her up in his servos. "Do tell me, femme. What is it that you can do that is of use to me?" Megatron asked, looking down on the insect in the middle of his servos.

She shifted in her seat but still seemed uncomfortable. Insects like Persephone must learn to appreciate being held by him. Many would fight to be within his presence. The human didn't know that many would kill and maim to be in her place.

"Well?" He huffed.

Thinking before she shrugged, Persephone answered. "Honestly, I don't know. What is it exactly that you want me to do for you, Megatron?"

"Perhaps, I am much more interested in hearing about you." Megatron rumbled, voice almost soft.

His designation rolling from her lips was doing wonders, indeed.

He wouldn't mind Persephone doing it in repeat.

"Come now, Persephone. Surely, you cannot just do nothing and stay silent in our time of solitude together." Megatron watched as she kept her mouth shut. "We shall be in each others company for a very long time. I can assure you, silence without results will not be tolerated."

"Oh? And what if silence is what I am good at?" The human femme grins smugly at him. "Perhaps, upon my species, I am the most skilled in the art of silence."

His optics narrowed at her.

"What?" She asked. "It can be of use to you, you know? I can steal stuff from you, my hands are… quite swift at such."

"Do not take me for an ignorant, dim-witted fool," Megatron warned as he glared at the fleshing. "My army may have perished, but that does not reduce me to a mindless machine. I have known and seen many things your mere insect mind can comprehend and probably you cannot encounter in your lifetime. The likes of you should be honored to even bask in my presence."

Persephone yawned. "Yes, you're truly magnificent. Dooming your entire species—"

"I did NOT doom my people!" Megatron roared, glaring at her accusation. "You, especially that claim you made of knowing all about my kind, must be aware that it was that traitorous Prime who had sentenced all of us to our death."

"Scream all you want," Persephone answered, crossing her arms. "But we both know that it was because of your bitterness for not becoming a Prime that sparked the war you waged upon your planet."

"Speak nothing of the past, femme." Megatron growled. "You know nothing of it."

The human femme was right, of course. But based on her words, it was quite evident he's portrayed as the villain. Megatron wonders how she would react if she were to know the truth. Only time will tell.

"I shall train you to respect your superiors." He sneered, and then smiled softly. "The first shall be to answer a question promptly when asked. So, I shall ask once more. What tasks can you perform that can be of use to me, femme?"

"I can… carry a conversation with you."

The Decepticon leader sighed. "Useless. After retreating to solitude, I have done that with the sparklings."

Lies.

The sparklings could barely hold a conversation seeing as they couldn't comprehend any words, but seemed to understand him.

He just… didn't want to admit it to her, but he did appreciate a proper conversation with her.

She hummed. "How about singing? I'm not the best, but it's tolerable."

Megatron thought about it, the idea seemed to appeal to him, but it wouldn't really benefit him. "For my entertainment, perhaps, but it isn't entirely useful to me."

"How about fighting for you?"

Red optics rolled at the suggestion. "Femme, do you see yourself? You are too fragile and weak to engage in any sort of combat lest your desire is to simply hurt yourself."

"Aw! Are you actually worried about my well-being?" She teased, smirking. Megatron huffed, eyes narrowing.

"Next!"

"Cooking?"

"Stupid femme. Does it look like I need human sustenance? What else?"

"I once went snowboarding with my sister. So, snowboarding?"

Megatron remained silent at her words.

"Skateboarding?"

"How about something that does not have 'board' in it, Persephone." The tyrant huffed. "I can't stand things that have 'board' for they make me extremely bored."

"What of… um… Oh, wait I can't drive anything that isn't my car."

"I said what would benefit me, not what inconveniences you." Megatron poked her in annoyance. "A good fortune for you that I am able to drive for both of us. Besides, what use does a driver have when I can drive myself?"

From there, Persephone dribbled out useless suggestions.

Megatron, gently making sure the human femme isn't disturbed, laid on his side underneath the cloth's shade. Helm propped up on his free arm. He shut his optics close.

The tyrant listened to her ramblings, her gentle voice almost lulling him into recharge.

"How boring," Megatron mumbled.

The human protested, saying he was rude. He did not care. "Does your helm hurt?"

"A dull ache, but nothing I am not used to."

"May I look at it?"

"Don't touch it. I repeat. Do. NOT. Touch. It. Do you understood, femme?" He grunted as he raised his servo to the obvious wound on his helm. "Otherwise, I will rip off your he—"

A small servo touched his helm.

Her touch felt refreshing.

Like a cold wave had passed over his whole body, the good kind. And even the immense pain on his legs and other areas where the humans had maimed him were gone. A cold feeling lingered upon his form, a relief to the warlord given that the area he was in was quite warm. He would have crushed her, but the pain seemed to cease existing.

Megatron couldn't feel any pain in that area any more.

How did she numb it?

"Oh my god," He heard her say.

Red optics opened as he sat up, narrowing at her actions. "What did you do?"

She simply stared in surprise, before looking at her organic servos. "I don't know… see for yourself?" The fleshy answered, mirroring his confusion.

Megatron looked at her wearily, before his other servo inspected the right side of his helm where her puny organic servos had made contact with. He felt a sensation as he touched that area. He can feel his digits on the right side of his helm, the part where it supposedly had been blown off.

Surprised, Megatron stood and head towards the river swiftly. Femme in hand, he looked at his reflection upon the water. To his surprise, his helm had been fixed! All parts that had been blown off…were there, as if it had never disappeared in the first place.

Not only that, even the injuries in various places had disappeared. His cadulen, which were severely in damage and in immense pain, had been fixed as well. Little sparks of blue mended the torn areas. Repairing them easily and swiftly.

This femme had completely healed him.

How?

The tyrant looked at the human femme in confusion. "Did you do this?"

Persephone shrugged, confused as well. "I honestly don't know, but I think so?"

Megatron had a theory, but wasn't sure if it were to be correct. So, he kept it to himself. The femme had the energon signature of a cybertronian. One might even think she is, but based on her cuts, organic life essence flowed in her veins.

What if what happened to that Witwicky boy happened to the human femme in his servos.

The Sam Witwicky had absorbed the knowledge within the Allspark before since the Allspark cube was simply a vessel. The possibility that Persephone had absorbed the powers of the Allspark presented itself to him. And it wasn't entirely impossible in this case. Besides, only the Allspark can heal a bot with such speed.

Was that also why his spark reached out to her?

Is that why he can sense that familiar cybertronian signature?

Not only that, she did mention she was sent here after her demise upon her world. She holds knowledge of the past and possibly even the future. Megatron can use this to his advantage. He can finally gain the upper hand against the Prime and his Autobots.

Megatron could not have found a much better human at his service.

"What's with that smile?" Persephone asked, snapping Megatron out of his thoughts.

"What?" He asked.

"You're smiling." She pointed out. "Care to tell me, oh great and mighty Lord Megatron?" Her voice held a playful manner.

"You healed me." Megatron said. "Repaired my helm with such ease. Are you aware of your ability with such?"

"I swear, I am surprised as you are." The human at his palm said, eyes wide. The sun shone on her face and illuminating her organic optics which appeared to change. It was not dark as the lunar cycle here on this wretched planet anymore, but had changed into golden rays that circled an eclipse.

Fascinating.

"I am limited to my supplies for repairing myself. So, I believe I have found a use of you for my needs," The tyrant cooed at the human in his servos. "Are you not grateful that I had saved you, femme?"

"Back to that topic again? Yes, I am thankful that you did save me. How many times do you have to bring that up?"

"And you do not have any place to go but be bound here with me, yes?"

"I don't know where I am, even. So, technically, yes—"

"Then it is settled!" Megatron beamed as he pulls the organic close. "You shall serve me as my medic to repair and tend to my form whenever I require it. Proceed to perform this task to my expectation and I shall reward you greatly."

"A medic?!" The human femme gawked in surprise. "Wait! Wait, no! Are you stupid or something? I barely know shit about science, let alone being a medic. I am not a doctor, alright? I, by some miracle, healed you, but that's it. I don't even know if I'll be able to do it again! And exactly when did I say I have medical knowledge that can fix you?"

"There is a difference between a medic and doctor, little femme." Megatron stated as a matter of fact, dismissing her words of excuses.

"Doctors would not survive a nano-click on the battlefield. Medics, on the other hand, are made for and are capable on the battlefield. Not only that, they, in this case, you," He jabbed a claw sharply at Persephone's gut, making her let out an 'oof' in surprise and pain. "Are a major key player in turning a war in their favor."

The tyrant held her up, as if observing his new prized possession. "You shall be an honored soldier, Persephone Villamora, to serve and aid in bringing the Decepticons back to their glory! Know that the tales of the likes of you shall spread throughout the faction."

She was silent before she spoke. "But… um didn't you say your army… perished?"

Megatron roared in laughter at her question. "Nonsense! I shall simply replace them and build a new and even better army to command. I will conquer this planet and the entire galaxy and you, my human, shall bear witness to all my glory."

As he laughed at his newfound objective, Megatron missed the terrified yelp from the human femme when his form shook with laughter and mirth.

He also missed the pitiful look she gave him.

— ixi —

It was windy somewhere in the afternoon, Persephone sat on the grass as she watched the herd of zebras eating not far from where she settled.

Hair let down as the cool breeze slightly swayed her thick hair.

She found some hair ties back then and fruits from the crates, most of them weren't ripe and only a handful were. So, it gave her some peace of mind to know she had something to eat in the next coming days. There were some extra clothes, but she didn't change into them since she hadn't bathe yet.

Persephone was scared to dip her toe in the river, she didn't want to.

It unraveled a fear within her.

The sparklings were somewhere within the camp, wrestling and playing among themselves. Persephone stared at her hands, wondering about what she did moments ago.

She had this sinking feeling of touching the injured part of Megatron's helm and instantly it repaired itself.

It was like clockwork when she did it. The sight before her would burn itself in her brain when she saw little blue sparks repair his head and complete his handsome features.

On screen, both Megatron and Optimus were handsome.

And yet, somehow, in person Megatron was much more… appealing to the eye. Persephone hadn't seen the Prime in person yet so what he looked like in real life was left to her imagination. The ground shook beneath her and when she looked up she saw Megatron looking down on her.

She could never muster herself to get used to those red optics.

They were like fire…

Hellfire.

Persephone saw the look of disgust plastered upon his face and she cocked a brow at him. "What wrong, Megatron?" She asked.

"Insect, you are filthy." The warlord said, his giant metal hands scooped her up. "I will not tolerate my medic being filthy. You're an organic as it is, that alone should be enough."

The young woman sat on his hands. Persephone had to crane her head up to him, the sun shone above him. It made the tyrant even more intimidating and she couldn't help but ogle his face. His lava-like optics that were looking up ahead suddenly flicked their gaze to her and Persephone felt her face red for being caught before she averted her eyes.

She coughed awkwardly, feeling his optics on her. "So, where are we going?"

"To clean you, femme," Megatron said, stopping in his tracks. "Since it appears that you lack the ability to clean yourself."

"What do you mean by that—"

Her vision blurred as her hearing muffled. Persephone suddenly finds herself underwater, her limbs instinctively flailing. The metal giant held her under the running river. Her feet touching nothing, leaving the depth of the water to her imagination.

An intense feeling of fear and panic took over her and suddenly, she finds herself in that moment.

Her body went still after bubbles escaped her lips when she screamed. She held whatever breath she had, her body quickly losing its strength. She was drowning. She wanted this to stop.

Make it stop.

Make it stop.

Please.

Her lips parted instinctively as her body grasped at whatever oxygen it can the moment her body broke through the water. Her nails scraped at the giant metal hand that held her as chest heaved up and down with such speed. "Don't do that!" She screamed hysterically.

"Quit your yelling, fleshing! It's just water!" Megatron's voice boomed from above her and she screamed before she was dunked under water again.

As fast as he had buried her beneath the river, he quickly raised her and slammed her tiny fists on the giant servo wrapped around her. It seemed to go on forever, Persephone lost count of how many times she was flung under the current. Finally Megatron stopped and Persephone couldn't help but sobbed while clinging to him like her life depended on it.

He probably got tired of her screams because he stopped growling and reprimanding her of nitpicking, but stopped. "Don't do that again. Please!" Persephone all but sobbed "Don't plunge me into the water like that! Please, I'm begging you. Please."

Reduced in a mess of pleas and crying, her shoulders shook as she bawled her eyes out.

It felt like dying all over again. Fear took its reign on her, she didn't even noticed the warlord placing her in his palm. Her back curved forward, head hung low as both legs and arms pulled close to her body. It felt like she was there all over again.

On that day.

In the rain.

Under the river and helplessly drowning with tired limbs.

She hated it.

But now, all she could do was cry it all out.

Megatron said nothing as he held her to his chassis, close to his spark where she felt a comforting warmth that reached out to her.

Without a thought, she instinctively leaned her body towards his chassis with a slight thud. Tears still streaming down her face and snot running down her nose in distress of what had happened.

The warlord walked to land, leaving the body of water behind as he held the human femme in his servos. He walked back towards his makeshift camp as she wept. The look on his face had the sparklings cowering within the crates and in the metal barrels.

In the midst of her cries, she can faintly hear Megatron's voice. He didn't make words, instead the warlord made sounds. A series of deep clicks and whirrs came from him and for a second Persephone sensed the gentleness from it. Confused, she glanced at him through teary eyes and saw confusion and guilt as well.

Something she didn't expect to see on Megatron.

She couldn't care at the moment. As all she can do at the moment is cry as she tried to surface through the terror that seemed to drown her. As she did, the warlord continued to comfort her. A single sharp digit rubbed gentle circles on her back in a soothing manner.

He continued to make gentle clicking noises and whirrs as he held Persephone close to him.

Moments passed and it was golden hour, the environment shaded with a warm pretty tone. The young woman sat on a crate. Her tattered dirty white dress has been discarded and she had changed into a pair of khaki shorts that were quite loose on her and an army green tank top; the pair of fresh clothing she saw earlier. Her feet free of caked soil and clean for she has yet to walk again.

The sparklings were by her side, playing amongst themselves. Persephone paid them no mind as she stared off into the horizon, watching from afar as a lion ambush a zebra as its pack flee.

Her hair, still long and thick and had lost its curls, turning into frizzy waves and it was no longer bouncy like before. The lack of proper hair products had reduced it to its current state, but Persephone couldn't care at the moment. Her eyes were puffy and red, still. At least, she wasn't in that dark space anymore.

She pulled her legs close, trapping it to her torso with her arms, and resting her chin on her knees. The place was peaceful, save for the noises of the sparkling, as a breeze went past them. A herd of colorful birds flew by, probably migrating somewhere.

"I wish my sister could see this view." Persephone mumbled to herself.

Her mind danced across the thought of her life before being isekai'd here. She didn't even have anything to her that reminded her of home. Sure, she was still on Earth. But really, it isn't her Earth at the same time.

The ground shook accompanied by a slight screeching of metal sliding against metal, which signaled the arrival of a certain Decepticon warlord before it stopped behind her.

Persephone was still mad at him for what he did. She knew she had to take a bath at some point, but he didn't have to gunk her in the water like that. She would have been fuming had the fear and panic earlier not drain her.

As of right now, she felt tired.

"I see you have not scurried to hide from me," Megatron said, the tone of his voice light. If she didn't knew any better, she would have thought he was joking .

A smile spreads on her face, hiding it behind her arms as she closed her eyes.

"I have… noticed your distress earlier and had I known you despised water so much, I wouldn't have forced you to bathe." His words sincere and then it was followed by silence.

Persephone sighed, hoping he'd say more.

"It's not because I despise water…" Persephone trailed off, opening her eyes to gaze at the sparklings from the corner of her eyes. "It's more of because of the fear that presents itself when I think of going in the river."

"I see." The tyrant answered as he sat behind her. "Then, try to clean yourself regularly so the both of us can avoid such… devastating outcome."

Persephone only hummed in agreement.

For now, she just wanted to forget it. Wanted to bury the freezing fear that would go off whenever she remembered her death. Persephone felt her heart beat. She was alive.

She was alive and safe.

And she kept repeating those words. Over and over again. As if it would convince her. She was alive and safe and that was important because if her heart was still beating and she is breathing then it meant that she was alive and—

"You are safe, little one." Megatron says behind.

It sent a shiver down her spine at his actions, as if he read her mind.

There was no sense of irritation on his voice. The young woman would have been convinced if the Decepticon behind her claimed to be the nicer twin of the warlord and Persephone would believe it without a doubt.

Because no way could an evil tyrant be so gentle.

Persephone stands on the wooden crates she had sat on, gazing up on the warlord. His face was unreadable. Yet his optics, a blazing red, held such worry and guilt. That was all she needed to know he regretted his actions towards her.

She was furious, yes.

If she were the same height as him, Persephone would have dunked him in the river as well. She was angry and she wanted to hurt him. Hurt him in a way that he had, intentionally or not, had hurt her. To make him feel her wrath despite her small size.

But the need of comfort was much more stronger than her ire. When he offered her his servo, as if he was offering to hold her hand, she finds herself putting her two hands and she is reminded of how small she is.

The existential crises of her significance to the universe would have just walked in had she not been surprised at her own actions.

Persephone leans her body on to his metal servo, as she climbs on it and curls up on the middle of his palm. His metal servos were cold and yet it offered her the warmth she so desperately crave after such a terrifying experience.

A silence passed between them.

Neither human nor cybertronian uttered a word or made a single sound.

A logical thought comes to her mind. That the reason Megatron was being too soft to her at the moment was because she was his only salvation. Otherwise, he wouldn't immediately make her into his personal medic. Right?

How cruel of him, appealing to her emotionally.

A Decepticon, indeed.

And she hates that his tactic was working, but right now, she could even convince herself to care.

"I forgive you." Persephone utters softly, loud enough for him to hear. She expected him to laugh at her, to sneer towards her once more. Mocking her organic frame as he boasted how superior his species was and thought that he would even go far as to make a speech about organics and disregarding their forgiveness because it held no meaning to someone like him.

But she was actually surprised when he didn't act like an asshole.

She expected him to hurt her.

Instead, he placed his thumb over her.

He was not crushing Persephone, instead he placed his thumb in a protective manner that had butterflies swarm her stomach.

Megatron held her close once more.

The two of them enjoyed each other's company, the silence between the two different species was what they needed. Persephone didn't know when. However, in the midst of her drowsiness, she knew she slumbered while laying on the chest of a terrifying tyrant.

Where she felt safest the most, ironically.

End of Chapter III