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Fern
Droplets from the heavens fell softly.
Persephone's face turned upwards as she sat on the river, the water stopping by her waist. The upside area of the body of water wasn't as deep as she thought and the water was clean and crystal clear as well. After blacking out when she had downed the first bottle, she had woken up to puke. Only then did she realized she had been here. She knew this place.
This was the very area Megatron had made her vow to never leave his side.
She didn't want to think of that moment right now, lest her wanton desires of him be laid in front of her. No. She wanted to relax and have a little time for herself.
God, she missed the feeling of being alone.
The idea of having to swimming twirled around her mind and her mind had screamed and freaked out about it at first. The night was cold and the day was hot. After she had bathe, her skin would feel sticky and gross in the morning.
Persephone was never one for hot temperatures.
She loved the cold that's why when she had woken up and it was freezing. The rain brought a certain coolness that delighted the young woman.
Still, before she was actually allowed to go out again, besides from having to puke and just surveying the view from a certain Con's shoulder, Megatron checked and made sure there weren't anything that can pose as a threat to her.
When she had asked why, his answer was simple.
"I do not fancy the idea of having to take care of you when some organic reptile had decided to make you its meal."
Those were his words, so she sat there alone. Probably safe. The sparklings didn't come out of the cave, they don't seem to like the rain and the same can be said about their father. Although, she knows he is watching her.
Her head turns to the giant waterfall. The sky was gloomy so it wasn't as sunny as it should have been. Persephone wasn't entirely sure what month or day or week and she didn't want to get up and ask him. If she stared long enough on the wall that the waterfall had created, she could faintly see two glowing crimson orbs.
She smiled at its direction before lowering herself until her head floated on the surface of the water while her body was submerged. Persephone took in a few deep breaths. It wasn't deep, she was able to control how deep she can go with the water level. It wasn't too cold, either.
Unlike... that moment.
A cold shiver went down her spine as she pushed the thoughts away. Freaking out right now would only do so much and she wouldn't benefit from it.
She took in deep breaths, trying to control her breathing through her mouth. Persephone closed her eyes, her stomach forming into knots as the seeds of panic start to bloom. It was alright. She's fine.
She is safe.
She's alive.
After at least a minute, Persephone sighed as her muscles relaxed, the flow of the water almost lulling her to sleep. Exposure therapy; seeing something repeatedly over a course of time helped acclimate people towards something they might find frightening or shocking.
Slowly she got up because the rapid beating of her heart was too much. The water falls down her face as goose bumps broke through her body. She wrapped her arms around herself as her eyes opened.
The droplets trickle down her body, a smile spreads on her face. Right now would be a perfect weather to watch scary movies with some chips. Her heart aches at the thought of home.
Persephone loved her new family.
She really does.
However, that doesn't mean she forgot about her family from her past life; the family she had before she got here. It's been a while and when her mind drifted towards them, they came in fleeting flashes. She can still remember their voices but their faces were something she could barely grasp.
Had it been that long already?
She frowned, wracking her brain for anything. Oh wait, she had a sister named Maria. What did Maria looked like again? If memory served her right, she had black straight hair, right? Pale skin compared to her.
Wait a minute, Maria supposedly looked a lot like her, but had a much more Asian look while Persephone looked more of the Western Europe type. Her grandmother was, in her grandfather's words, a 'kastila' and it was obvious whose genes she had inherited while Maria looked more like their mother—she looked more Asian than Persephone.
Persephone missed the home cooked Adobo her mother would make and the Carbonara her sister would make when she visited her home. Her stomach grumbled at the food her tongue yearned taste once more.
God she wanted go home so badly. But she couldn't even visit them because they probably don't exist in this world. Would she die alone?
Sure, she had Megatron and the sparklings, but they weren't human. They would probably live longer than her. The five of them would flourish for the next coming centuries and she would have withered by then... would she wither alone?
Funny how they were the aliens and yet she felt more alienated.
There was a brief flash as lighting appeared and the clap of thunder told her that it was time to head back inside.
It was getting too cold anyways.
Persephone got up the water stopping by her calves. As she walked towards the cave, a metal servo had emerged and the water that made in contact with the giant hand bounced off of it from its side as droplets fell in the middle of the palm every now and then; it created a doorway of some sorts.
On the other side, Megatron looked at her and motioned for her to come closer. She smiled at him as she walks towards the metal giant. The soaked shirt clung to her body for dear life. Persephone shivered from the gust of wind. Lightning strike twice and the sound of the thunder's roar made her wince.
Scared out of her wits, she broke into a sprint stumbling as she scurried to the cave. With another clap of thunder, Persephone leapt into the cave through the parted water. The young woman would have face planted on the ground had the servo of a certain giant metal being hadn't caught her. A soft 'oof' emitted from her upon the impact.
"Does the storms here on Earth scare you, little femme?" Megatron's asked, catching her attention. She looked up at him to see the giant withdraw his hand from the waterfall, hiding the cave entrance. Hiding themselves from the world.
"The thunder? No!" Persephone laughed, but flinched when another roar echoed. "Okay... maybe a teeny-tiny bit scared of it."
He snickered at her measly attempt of brushing it off. "Do you have any reason to be afraid of it or is it because of the irrational fears you humans posses?" Megatron laughed at her as he helped her back on her feet. "Tho, I strongly believe it is the latter."
She rolled her eyes at him with a smile. This would probably be the second time he had seen her naked. The first was him calling out to her when she had took a bath. That day she had asked for a sign.
If he wasn't there after she had taken a bath then that would mean the young woman was meant to run off and live a normal life away from all of this. And if he was, that meant she would stay. Funny how the sign came to her in the form of the Decepticon warlord looking for her.
As for him seeing her naked, Persephone didn't mind, she doubts he would actually look since Megatron didn't exactly like organics. Besides, a part of her liked it. It made butterflies flutter in her belly to be underneath his gaze. Naked.
"If you really want to know," Persephone says as she squeezed the shirt, water dripping out of it. "It's because the thunder reminds me of how loud the people who took care of us would scream at us if we did something they didn't like." She chuckled, shaking her head.
Persephone smiled, dropping the soaking shirt on the ground as well as her underwear. She'll just pick it up later.
"I was a kid back then," She said. "Around four, maybe? Those were the earliest time I can remember, I think. If memory serves me right, it was... I think it was because me and my older sister were fighting." Persephone laughs, the memory coming and presenting itself to her. "So, imagine a bunch of little humans just beating the shit out of each other and pulling the others hair. Then there's one who kept scratching and punching the ones who tugs at the hair."
When she glanced at him, he looked disturbed. "So, your kind has always been violent, huh?" Megatron hummed, looking at her.
"Yep! Pretty much. But it's common for siblings to usually hate each other until one day one of us wakes up and just goes "Hey, this person is pretty chill." and after that we'd hang out as if fighting wasn't what we did all day," She laughs unaware of the troubled look the warlord was giving her.
Persephone wrapped her arms around herself as a she shivered for a moment. "Anyways, that time when me and my sister were fighting, the person who took care of us had gotten really, really angry," She said. "I don't... I-um I don't really remember what she did, I just remembered that when she screamed it was too loud and she would break our things in the process and, that time, thunder had rang out. I don't recall much of my childhood, actually. Just fragments here and there."
The young woman walks towards the clothes he had given her back then. As Persephone did so, she squeezed her hair to get rid of the excess water that decided to chill and vibe in her locks.
Once she got where she needed to be, she reached inside the crate. The crate was half empty, the clothes she had used were usually thrown away. Where Megatron threw them, she didn't know. She tried reaching the clothes but couldn't.
Curse her height.
She yelped in surprise when something metal slide beneath her feet and was raised a little, enough to get the garments she desired. Persephone took what she need, including a towel. With that she dried herself before getting dressed on his palm.
"I... wasn't aware that your carrier had verbally abuse you." She heard him growl as she squeezed her hair with the towel.
"No, that wasn't our mother," Persephone answered and was surprised to see the look of rage on his face.
He hissed through shark-like teeth. "Then who was it? Was it you creator?"
"No. It was our aunt. Our father had been cheating on our mother and mom didn't want to divorce him since divorce didn't exist in the Philippines. Annulment was expensive and it would take some time before it can be finalized," She said as she tossed the towel to hang on the crate. "So, mom found a solution. She had to leave us in the Philippines and work abroad. Mom had begged our aunt to take care of us while she worked and in exchange our aunt would be paid generously every month. She had left when I was only a baby, or in other terms, a sparkling."
Megatron listened as he sat down.
"And wouldn't you know it, our father never returned. Didn't even speak to us and just left our mother to raise her children," Persephone said. "I don't even know what he looked like, but my sister did. After that, my sister and I grew up at the care of our aunt. So, when that aunt got angry she would shout and use hangers to smack us. I don't recall much because when I try thinking about it, it was kind of... murky? Oh! And when we call our mother, she's always watching us so we can't really tell our mom what she did. Over time, I thought it was just normal and thought that mom knew."
"Did... did your carrier at least found out?" The warlord asked, as if the story horrified him.
"Yeah. She was furious as fuck," The young woman answered. "Mom only found out when she had took us with her to States, leaving everything behind. I was seventeen at the time and I remembered when we told our mom, she cried. That was the time when we found out that she, in fact, did not know. As mom had said, she worked hard to provide for us and thought we were living a blissful life only to find out that, that was happening."
There was an unreadable look on Megatron's face. Persephone felt awkward, feeling as if she said too much. "Anyways, I'm scared of thunder because it reminds me of being screamed at. So... that's why," She laughed sheepishly.
It doesn't really bother her. It doesn't. The events took place in the past, far back into the past. It literally occured a lifetime ago, she shouldn't be held by it. Although, she would be lying if she said she was over it.
Tho, she's happy that... she can't remember much from her childhood.
His holoform appeared in front of her, enveloping her in his embrace. He held her tight against him and Persephone couldn't do anything but slowly wrap around him.
She let herself be engulfed in his grasps.
"I... wasn't aware that humans can be this sinister to their own kind," His voice was gentle and if there were hints of anger in it, Persephone wouldn't know. "Had I known this was the reason behind your skittish behavior towards an Earth storm, I given you aid sooner."
She looked up at him as she melted in his touch only to see him looking at her with sympathy. "And how would you have... given me aid?" Persephone laughed, shaking her head at his words.
"I've learned that you often cling to me every now and then. So, I figured that if I were to held you in my grasps, you would calm down." Megatron answered.
"Well... your not wrong." She smiled.
Another clap of thunder echoed and Persephone yelped, jumping in his embrace. Her heart pounded in her chest. The sound was too loud, too close and she buried her her head in his chest.
His hand, tangling in her hair, scratching her scalp oh so gently. She closed her eyes. Sighing as she relaxed. Megatron sat down still holding her, prompting her to sit on his lap.
The metal beneath her was starting to get cold, but the warlord's embrace was enough to warm her.
— ixi —
The fire cackled as the storm outside raged on, she was still in the holomatter avatar's embrace. Megatron spoke to Coven and she spoke back, they both emitted clicks and whirrs. Something Persephone didn't know until now.
"I didn't know you can talk to Coven now," She smiled. "What's her first word? And when did she start to talk?"
"She called out to you while you were in stasis-lock," Megatron chuckled. "Coven has yet to speak a human language, as well. She was able to download the language that you use to speak, however."
"I didn't know cybertronians could do that at such a young age." Persephone mused, glancing at the metal giant as she turned her gaze to Coven. Looking at her properly, Persephone could see that the sparkling had somewhat grew.
For starters, their armour had appeared to be much more developed; intricate designs here and there. Coven's wings had seem longer. Was it always that long? Had she been this red? Her colors were so vivid.
Persephone smiled at her. "Hello, darling."
The sparkling chirped at her words as she waddled closer to the young woman. Coven was smiling at her as her optics crinkled. "Can she understand me?" She asked Megatron's holoform set her down gently before it dissipated.
"She can," Megatron answered. "However, she's still thinking of a word to say to you. It's special for her." The red sparkling seemed to chirp in agreement, as if to back up his claims.
The sheer adorableness of the situation overwhelmed her as her chest seemed to explode. Persephone got up as she walked to the edge of the warlord's giant servo and in front of the little sparkling as she held Coven's face within her tiny embrace.
"You can say anything," The young woman gushed. "Mama's waiting for her baby's first words." Persephone cooed, nuzzling the side if her face onto Coven's cheek.
God she was taller than her now.
"Mama."
The words were so tiny and soft. Persephone could only describe it as something from an anime kid. The sound pierces her heart as her maternal instincts kicked in and hugged Coven tighter.
"Holy shit, that was so cute!" Persephone said, looking at Megatron to see if he had heard what she just heard. "Megatron, did you hear that? Our daughter's first words are "mama"! Oh my goodness!"
Megatron laughed at her reaction.
There was a tug on her shirt and she lets go of Coven to see a sparkling, but their armour had taken a silver color. They looked familiar, but Persephone couldn't put a finger on to it.
Oh, now she remembered!
The silver sparkling somewhat looked a lot like Megatron in terms of color. Silver color with dark purple for their secondary color and black tertiary colors. Had Persephone not knew any better, she would've thought that the sparkling in front of her actually belonged to the Decepticon leader himself.
She turns to him with a "who is this?" look.
"You do not recognize him?" The warlord snickered. "That is our little war god!"
Persephone gasped. "Ares?"
The young human turns to look at the sparkling she had named Ares. Those yellow optics of his now held a hint of mischievousness. She smiled as she hugged the sparkling.
"My god, I hardly recognize you, little one!" Persephone exclaimed. "My, how you've grown!"
Ares made a series of clicks and chirrs as he babbled in his alien language. Persephone turns to Megatron and he already knows what to say.
"He's asking if you are okay," The warlord chuckled. "Tho, I don't think he can understand you as of yet."
"Can you tell him that I'm alright?"
"Of course."
Megatron smiled warmly at Ares as he emitted a deep sound that seemed to come from his chassis. It... awoken something in Persephone and she had to take a second to calm down.
Ares responded in what Persephone can recall as Cybertronian, like the rest of them did. "Our sparkling is relieved to know you are well," He answered. "The twins–wait. Where are they?" Megatron's helm snapped as he searched the cave in a panic.
Fuck did they lose a sparkling?
"Oh, they're in recharge." He said, laughing softly.
"Where are they?"
"Apparently behind me."
The pair laughed. Megatron took the sparklings, putting them in his lap as he held Persephone. She frowned. By stasis-lock, the warlord meant 'coma', didn't he? Had she really hit her head that hard?
Then again, Optimus's servos were huge as fuck.
He literally smacked her to next month. "Had I really been unconscious for a month?" She asked Megatron, looking at him.
The warlord froze, glancing at her. For a brief moment, Persephone could've sworn she saw a hint of panic in those hellfire optics of his. But before she can confirm them, they had been covered with sorrow. "You were," The warlord answered.
"I... Persephone, I thought you had died." Megatron says looking away from her, holding the sparklings closer. "For the sake of your safety, please do not do something as foolish as jumping in front of me like that ever again. I cannot afford to lose you..."
Her heart beats in her chest at his words, she felt her cheeks warming.
"After all, our sparklings would need their carrier too, you know?" He chuckled.
She smiled at him.
This was her family. This is her family—Megatron, the sparklings, they were all what she had now. "You know, sometimes I forget you guys are real," Persephone softly said. "I... sometimes think that I am merely dreaming."
"Mama," Coven chirped. "What does that mean?"
She gaped. "I... wait, you can talk and hold conversations?"
"Of course, she can. She is a sparkling, you know?" The warlord pointed out, placing a soft kiss on top of each sparkling's head. "Unlike your kind's offsprings, a cybertronian sparkling's vocabulary fluently speak if it is able to speak in cybertronian."
Persephone in confusuon, asked."Wasn't I like... gone for a month or something?"
"To be honest, an Earth month and two weeks if I am going to be specific," He answered.
"There was an additional two weeks?!" She exclaimed in surprise, her eyes wide as if it would pop out of her sockets. "I wasn't aware that I was in a coma for more than a month, Megsy!"
It was that long?
"I didn't think it was that important for you to know," He answered, not really sure why she's concerned. "You were resting, your organic body needed it. I didn't want to cause you any distress when you had woken up."
She sighed. "I guess you're right. It would've freaked me out had I known I was comatose for almost two months... still, thank you for at least telling me. Better late than never, I guess."
He smiled at her apologetically. "I'm sorry, I vow to inform you how much time had passed if you were to enter stasis-lock, which I hope won't happen again."
"Anyways," He turns to the sparklings on his lap.
"What your carrier meant is that she sometimes believed that we are a figment of her imagination," Megatron explained, his tone gentle and kind. "Because you see, your carrier isn't from here."
"Like an alien?" The sparkling asked her excitedly and Persephone could've sworn her yellow optics had sparkled.
"Something like that," Persephone answered, crossing her legs as she shivered for a before moment.
It was getting cold.
Megatron grins at both sparklings in his hold. "Your carrier is..." The warlord glanced at her for a moment and says in a hushed tone. "a goddess."
"What the fu-I mean, What the hell?" She laughed at his words.
"But she is too humble, that is why she doesn't let anyone know," He told them quietly, as if she can't hear a gigantic robot.
Before Persephone can correct his claims, Coven and Ares looked at her excitedly. "Is that true, mama?" The young red cybertronian asked.
Ares cocked his head to the side.
Persephone can't help but laugh at how ridiculous it all sounded. Her? A goddess? Hardly! "I am certainly not a goddess," She said as she smacked his digit. "Your father just likes to exaggerate things, darling."
"Oh? Then how do you explain healing me, then?"
"I honestly don't know, Megsy."
"See, I told you. Your carrier is too humble." Megatron says as if her words could back up his. "She is Primus sent."
"I am not a goddess. I'm just a human," Persephone snickered. "Tho, I wish I was."
"But mama, why did papa said you're a goddess if it isn't true?" Coven said, looking at her confused.
She sighed. "Well, I am not a goddess, I'm sure about that," Persephone says as she grins at Megatron. "However, I guess your father sees me as such. So, tell me, Megsy, when will you worship me?"
Persephone can see his cheeks darken as he probably blew circuit near his brain. She watched as Megatron stuttered for a few seconds and she laughed at how flustered he was. She layed on her side from laughing too much until her eyes start to become teary.
"Are you implying something, femme?" He cleared his throat, smirking at her as he brought her close.
"Perhaps," She grins as her cheeks warmed. God she hoped she didn't look like a tomato. "Depends on how you interpret it, of course."
"Hush, sweetspark, not in front of the sparklings," He answered as the gap between them shortened, grinning at her.
The two of them laughed at how ridiculous they both sounded. However, Persephone would be lying if she said that what he just called her didn't made her scream and fangirl on the inside.
Sweetspark?
Sweetspark?
God, she was over the moon at his words, even if it was just a joke. Had she been able to retreat into her room, she would be screaming in her pillow. It's a joke. A bluff, but it made her heart soar.
She coughed as a shiver went through her body. God was it always this cold? Despite that, her heart hums in her chest happily. Persephone turned to see Coven confused, glancing at each of her parental figures.
"Mama, if your not from here, where were you from?" She asked Persephone and the young woman can only smile at her.
"Somewhere far away," Persephone answered. "So, so far away that I thought it was impossible to meet your father. Yet, here I am, in his presence."
Coven's eyes widened. "How did you meet papa, mama?" She asked, propping her face onto her hands as they rested on knees.
She looked at Megatron, confused.
"Do they not remember?" The young woman asked and the warlord shook his head.
"Their processors at the time cannot exactly remember much until they reached a certain age," He answered. "It's comes to them in a form of fragments."
She nodded, understanding his words. And she paused. If she thought about it, Persephone didn't exactly know how they met. The young woman had just awoken up after her supposed death in a field. Imagine her confusion as to how the hell she ended up there and add the surprise of a scary-looking Decepticon.
To say Persephone was bamboozled would be an understatement.
"Wait... how did we meet?" She asked slowly.
"I am glad you asked," Megatron rumbled pleasantly. "You see, you appeared before me like a bride that had ran away. You were washed away, the stones had caught you. I sensed you and thought that perhaps you needed my help," He says looking at her intensely despite how relaxed he looked. "You were alone and drowning, I couldn't exactly just let you be and now I see that what I did is right."
"And why is that?" Persephone asked, feeling his thumb rubbing her back. To her surprise, he softly pressed his lips at the top of her head. It was fleeting and she would've thought it didn't happen had his lips weren't cold.
"Because you have given me a gift that I did not know I wanted until now," Megatron said softly. Too soft for her liking. He smiled, the smile that made her heart skip a beat. It reminded Persephone of how she had fallen for him.
Why she had fallen for him.
Maybe, he was just saying it. Perhaps her mind had truly lost its wits because the softness of his voice. Oh, God the softness of his voice. It made her feel so open, coaxing her to put down her walls—it awakened something in her. And when Megatron spoke again, voice so soft and gentle enveloping her in comfort, Persephone knew she really loved him.
"A family."
The sparklings had all but slept that night as Persephone sat in her bed. The bed that Megatron had given her. He was kind and nice. But no matter how much she wrapped the blanket around her, she still felt cold.
Persephone tried wearing pajamas, but even that didn't help. She sneezed and she didn't exactly had a tissue, so, she used one of the shirts they had looted to wipe it on and to blow her nose to.
God, she should've stayed indoors.
The cup of warm noodles in her hands were a great relief. Hell, the cup noodles itself were of great relief. She can only rely on fruits for so long and Persephone didn't exactly have the equipment to open up a can or let alone use one. So, while she was thankful that Megatron brought her some varieties, the young woman couldn't exactly consume them.
So, fruits had always been her food.
She loved eating them, Persephone did. But she can only eat so much before she got bored of it and the flavors had all become repetitive. To eat something new, felt like heaven.
Of course, the noodles would be subjected to the same fate, but she can worry about that later.
But lately, her body was starting to get heavy. Carefully, oh so carefully, Persephone settled the empty cup of noodles on to the ground beside her bed and got up to put the pillows against the headboard to lean on them. Feeling like shit was definitely not part of the plan.
Her eyes seemed to ache and when she let it rest beneath its covers, it sighed in relief. She groaned in annoyance. Oh fuck, was this really happening?
Here of all places?!
"You seem annoyed," She peeked through her eyelids to see Megatron asked as he went through the wall of water that covered the cave. He had thrown away her used clothes. Where? Again, Persephone didn't know nor did she care.
"Is everything alright?" He asked.
"I'm fine," She smiled, closing her eyes shut again. The last thing Persephone wanted was to burden the warlord. She can take care of herself, she is a grown woman after all. However, with limited supplies, the young woman wondered exactly how she can take care of herself.
She just wanted to close her eyes right now.
It was more relaxing that way. Her throat itched and as a response her body coughed several times, each cough getting harsher than the last. Was that phlegm?
Persephone cleared her throat, removing the uncomfortable feeling it held earlier and sighed.
Her limbs felt like they weighed more than cinder blocks, and no matter how much she covered the blanket around herself the cold never seemed to go away. If anything, it just got worst.
She wasn't sure if there was any paracetamol within the first aid they had took, Persephone lacked the strength to check. Despite being cold, her body seemed to burn.
Her body made its dissatisfaction known with a slow churning in her gut.
She felt a cold hand pressed against her forehead. It was a relief for Persephone, it provided the kind of cold that gave her comfort instead of making her uncomfortable. Persephone leaned into the touch, yearning for more.
She sneezed.
— ixi —
"I'm fine," Persephone sighed, optics closed. He noted how her dermas had paled. It wasn't as pale as she did back when she had died but it was still pale.
He felt his spark being pulled towards the ground despite the lack of force being used.
"You don't look well." The warlord said as he took walked towards her, but she didn't respond. He grimaced as she kept her eyes closed. "Persephone?" Megatron called her name but she didn't pay him any mind.
As if she didn't hear him.
He examined her. Besides from the pailing of her dermas, there was nothing. She didn't have any scars or bruises. The warlord noticed the empty plastic cup beside her berth.
He'll throw it away for her later.
Megatron's worry was starting to unravel as he activated his holomatter avatar when she remained motionless. Had she died again?
No, he would've known, the bond would've killed him if she did die once more.
Then, only then, did he noticed the dark circles underneath her optics. Her dermas reminded him of how the Earth would look when it was dry. Deactivating the leather clothing that wrapped around his servos and arms, the holomatter avatar placed his servos upon the forehelm of the organic femme.
She was burning up.
Was that normal for humans? Megatron heard her sneeze, some mucus came out of her oxygen intakes. The sight disgusted him, revolting even. He felt bad for her.
Persephone's hands patted the area by her hand before grabbing a cloth—a shirt. He watched, removing his servos from her forehelm, as she continued to emit a strange sound. When she removed the cloth, the mucus were gone.
Wait, what did she say about human temperature again?
It was something about too warm, but how does an organic creature take care of its sick-ridden kin? Back in Cybertron, when a cybertronian was sick it would be treated swiftly. However, this wasn't Cybertron and she was no cybertronian.
Didn't they take some sort of chemical to ease their fever?
He didn't want to leave her side, but Megatron needed to look if there were any tiny tablets the humans would take for their sickness—pills. He searched at first, checking labels after labels, but he didn't recognize any of it. The warlord went so far as to check the human's database.
And he found what he was searching for.
Megatron found the cure; Acetaminophen or paracetamol helps to treat fever, reduce mild to moderate pain and propoxyphene is a narcotic analgesic prescribed for treating moderate to severe pain.
Maybe Primus wanted a quick laugh as the warlord scurried worriedly here and there because there wasn't any tablet within the first aid kit that was labeled 'paracetamol' or 'acetaminophen'.
He went so far as to dump its contest, other insignifican things rolling out as he searched again and again, praying that his optics were simply missing. But no matter how much he surveyed again and again, there was no medicine.
And so, he relied on the second option he found.
Grabbing a small towel, about the size of his arm, Megatron went to grab a basin and went near the wall of waterfall to fill it with water. After wards, he went straight to Persephone's berth, placing the container down.
Dipping the towel, letting it soak, Megatron squeezed the water from it. Taking her hand and lifting it, he wipes her arm with the dampened cloth. He proceeded to do the same with her whole organic limbs and face, soaking the towel every now and then as he did so.
After wiping her lower limbs twice, he moved to her arms and servos once more. When he took her servo in the middle of his palm, he noticed how small hers were compared to his. Had she been always this small?
Now that he thinks about it, she had always been this small. Megatron could easily crush her with his servos, and that was only with his holomatter avatar. Her servo looked so small, so fragile, and he can't help but be afraid.
A small and fragile creature near him was a call for disaster.
He felt uncomfortable, remembering how Persephone was an organic. Organics were easily killed. Whether it be by falling from a high place, starvation, lack of sun, accidents, sickness, and many more. A part of him recoiled in sorrow at the thought that she might die just from that—sickness.
No, she can't die.
Not again.
Megatron had already decided for her to live, no one can change that decision. Nothing can change that. So, he went to wipe her face.
He might haven't noticed before or maybe humans would definitely look different if they were sick. But she reminded Megatron of a star—from a far it looked alright but upon closer inspection Persephone looked worse.
He folded the towel.
Brushing the stray curls that plagued her forehelm, before placing the cold damp towel upon it.
She sighed, a little smile on her face.
His spark hums in his chassis at the sight.
Megatron deactivated his holomatter avatar as he sat beside her, observing her every move. From the way her chest falls, oh so carefully to how she would turn in her sleep slightly; little digits twitching.
Why did this happened?
She hadn't eaten anything that would harm her. He made sure that the substances she had taken were clean and weren't expired. Humans get sick over expired food, but there weren't any. So, how?
The warlord never dealt with a sick person.
Most of the time, miners who got sick are usually replaced with new ones. Even back then until upon the Nemesis ship, it was his medics whom aided those in need.
So, it was safe to say he didn't know much about medicine and whatnot.
Especially if the one who required a cure for sickness is a human.
How cruel.
Every now and then, specifically every hour, he would fill the basin with water, soak the towel then squeezing it, making sure it wasn't too dry before wiping or dabbing her exposed body parts, then placing the towel upon her forehelm again.
Afterwards, he would steal bits of sleep, but making himself alert in case she were to need his assistance.
Persephone didn't move that much, her fingers twitched every now and then as she groaned in her sleep, but other than that she lay upon the berth still as an immovable object.
It struck an uneasiness upon the warlord.
How... still she was.
The look she emitted was similar to when she had perished and Megatron had to keep checking her vitals every now and then because of that. To remind himself that she was alive. Alive.
It was the fifth hour, the fifth time, he wipes her with the cold damp cloth. He had woken up, gazing down at her.
Persephone was still.
Megatron pushed the uneasiness away as he nursed her. Activating his holomatter avatar, he proceeds with his little routine that he had formed. The sparklings slept peacefully and he somewhat thanked Primus for letting them sleep.
He couldn't handle the panic rising within him along with the energetic bundles known as their offsprings.
Upon wiping her pedes, he noticed a little board with a clip on its top, something scribbled upon it. Megatron proceeded to wipe Persephone carefully as to not disturb her and placed the damp towel upon her forehelm.
He gently took the clipboard, before tucking her in within the warm thresholds of her covers. When he looks upon the paper clipped to it, as the papers that came before the current parchment were pulled back, he read the words written upon it.
"I do not love you until I die
For that implies trammel
My love for you knew no bounds,
Like the vastness of space.
Neither words nor any language can show
The intensity of my love for you
How I burn wanting you
Mind plagued by red, silver and purple hues.
Yet how do I know that our love
If we are to fall in love, that is
Wouldn't be the same as before?
That it isn't merely old wine in a new bottle?
Passionately burning bright at first
Only for it to die down
Until I would not be enough?
Then, only then, you would leave me to rot?
How would I know it won't be like that?
And I know the answer is simple.
I do not.
That is why I continue to love you."
Megatron reads her writing over and over again. It was beautiful, her poetry. He can sense the sincerity of her feelings inked upon this paper.
Had she really written this?
Fascinated, he checks the first sheet of the clipboard to see if she had written more only to find nothing. He flipped and after the third try, he found a sketch. His optics widened with surprise.
There, placed upon the parchment, was an image of him.
In the drawing, he was frowning, glaring at something. The patterns of line here and there provided a very beautiful and realistic sketch.
When he turns the paper, he sees another drawing. This time, it was of him sleeping. He looked peaceful in this one. Had he really looked like that when he was asleep?
The next one had a light shading, halfway filled evidently not finished. Megatron's optics gazed upon it, noticing that on this one he had been smiling.
He turns to the next and his breath was stolen.
There upon the canvas was him, displayed in all his glory—what could've been had Megatron won the battle. His digits softly trailed the lines and smudges Persephone made to create the image. It was a depiction of him, a cybertronian crown upon his helm as he was portrayed in such a victorious stance.
Megatron noticed how she placed details upon his optics on this one.
The warlord wasn't aware that Persephone had a knack for poetry or arts at all. And a part of him was flattered that such an organic had used its skills to make such a fascinating and circuit-chilling realistic art, dare he say it was better than the art back at Cybertron. Had he not known better, the warlord would've thought that the image had happened.
Megatron flips and sees her poetry and reads it again.
And again.
And again.
Jealousy bubbles within him, simmering, until it's boiling him alive in anguish. Who was the mech that caught her optic? She was–no. She is his sparkmate.
Therefore, she was his as he was hers.
At the same time, he didn't have the right to be this... possessive over her. The sparkbonding he did was mainly one-sided. If a cybertronian were to force themselves to bond with someone who didn't want them at all or didn't give their consent, the only person who would carry the burden and the bonding's consequences is the one who forced themselves upon the other while the latter is free to bond with whomever they please.
Unless the other member were to accept the bond tied to them, they had the power to either snip it off or accept it.
A design created by Primus.
It is also one of the reasons why there were no such thing as arranged marriage back on Cybertron.
Megatron knew he would continue to suffer the effects, it was his fault in the first place. Unless of course, Persephone were to agree to be his sparkmate willingly.
And that was foolish thinking.
She would never love him. Humans were generally affectionate creatures, even towards their friends and acquaintances. And he knows that she would simply look at him as such.
And perhaps, without a doubt, the poem she had written of was of Prime.
Had she been smitten of the damn Autobot Leader? Why was she so enamored by the Prime and not him? The words on the paper shook and Megatron wondered why until he realized that his servos were shaking.
His digits threatening to tear a hole through the object. He was tempted to, oh how tempted Megatron is upon doing so. But in doing so, it would destroy her creation.
In doing so, he would hurt her.
He placed the clipboard back to where found it, making sure that it looked untouched. Megatron glanced at Persephone's sleeping form and looked away in shame.
How could he do such a thing to her? Snoop through her things and then get angry when he was the one who violated her privacy in the first place?
His anger had died down a little. And yet, it continued to rage on. but it wasn't towards her. No. It was towards himself.
"When had I become this selfish?" Megatron softly asked, sitting beside her as he sighed.
What was happening to him?
Despite the anger that wanted to lash out, a part of his processor reasoned with him. How was he sure that it was about Prime? There were no indication of such.
Who knows, she might just be talking about a human mech—whom is defintly not worthy of her time. And if there were any hints that Prime was in the poem, even if subtle, Megatron would've guessed it.
His processor ponders for a moment, wondering who this being is.
"Mind plagued by red, silver and purple hues."
The warlord replayed the sentence over and over again within his processors until he was sure that he would remember it. Who could it be? Who else could she be talking abou-
Megatron paused, glancing at her. Impossible. That was the perfect way to describe it. And yet, a part of him hoped that it was possible.
Persephone's poem... was it about him?
End of Chapter X
Hey! Sorry for the late update, I had to rewrite everything because Word on phone was being a little shit. Was the poem that I did inspired from my experience? Definitely T w T
Thank you for everyone for keeping supporting me! I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well!
-Stwawbewwy