Chapter 3-Safe in the Knowledge
He had come back the very next day, the disdained look she had given him gnawed at him making recharge nye impossible. It was a little into the afternoon when he landed softly back onto the grounds of Eleanor's homestead surrounded by the Bluebells.
Looking around quickly there was no sign of the red haired woman.
Placing the crown back on he transformed back into his human self, becoming more comfortable in the changing of his form as it went on. He walked toward the simple home and knocked on the door, no response came.
His sparkbeat raced slightly, he didn't know why he was nervous, no, he knew why. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to see her again...but why? More answers meant more questions and he didn't have time nor the patience to stand here and do nothing.
Megatron walked back around the house toward the barn, the paint had long chipped away only leaving wood visible and he could hear the sounds of animals from the inside.
The barn door was ajar slightly, slowly, he opened it further and looked inside.
He could see all the animals in their, the horses, pigs, chickens and one cow. But no sign of Eleanor anywhere. As he stepped further in he felt a wave pass over him, not harming, but just prodding him to shiver slightly.
"Up here." Her voice surprised him that it made him jump slightly, his sparkbeat, or heart at this point, was beating like a roaring train.
Looking to the side he could see a ladder that led to a loft area, mustering up whatever courage he had left, which was little at this point, he climb the ladder to see Eleanor among some haystacks reading a book near with a window open letting the summer sun in.
She was wearing a worn green dress with her same black gloves and boots, her red hair once again tied back, only when he was fully up did her emerald eyes shoot up to meet his amber.
He was about to say something when she raised her gloved hand, shushing him, with the compulsion back again.
"Before you say anything, Megatron. I just want to say I am sorry." He stopped, was she apologizing, to him? "I know you are confused, but not by you're facial expression. I can sense it."
"Sense it?" The only words that came out of his mouth, she padded the hay next to her and he sat, the compulsion was waning.
"I call it my Gift or Curse, whatever it is, I have the power to sense people's emotions and compel them to do things they normally wouldn't do. And, I am afraid that since I met you, I've been doing that to you." She hung her head in shame.
At the same time, that compulsion washed away. He was free willed once more, but, he didn't feel much difference. Those strange, bubbling feelings he hadn't felt in so long that he forget them were, slowly, returning.
Megatron stared at the girl, shame radiating off of her.
"That is something I didn't know humans could do." He looked away from her, not knowing what to say or do.
"To my knowledge, no other human can. But, I guess that just comes from my background. Something….I don't wish to revisit anytime soon. And with that thought I am sorry I made you divulge sensitive things about you're history. My curiosity always gets the best of me sometimes."
He chuckled at that.
She looked up at him with surprise, "What's so funny?"
He looked at her with slight smile, "I used to know someone who got into trouble due to their curiosity."
"Well, at least I'm not alone on that I guess. Megatron," She paused, almost nervous. "Can we start over?"
He was silent for a moment before he answered, "I don't see why not."
She fully smiled, "Well then, my name's Eleanor Bella, nice to meet you!" She stood and gave a little curtsy.
He stood as well, bowing slightly, "I am Lord Megatron, Leader of the Decepticons, it is a pleasure to meet you Miss Bella."
Both looked up with a playful smile before bursting out in laughter.
The sun had almost completely set, the sunset colors were painted beautifully across the sky as it turned from dusk to night. The pair were sitting from the open window above the barn doors staring at the fading colors of sunset.
They had spent to rest of afternoon talking about their interests and day to day routines.
Eleanor had spoken about her favorite books, mostly romance novels with a few classical's thrown in there. She talked about how she loved hearing instrumental music more than pop music and she even showed off one of her most prized possessions, her flute to which she was an avid player.
Megatron meanwhile spoke of his days on Earth so far, recounting the trials and tribulations of working with mostly incompetent team he could possible get. But, he also mentioned his hobbies from before the war that he had long forgotten about, like his love for novels as well enjoying the classics of his home world and his exploration of his planet as being a miner for most of his life constricted him in his travels.
After awhile they had relegated themselves to the watching of a sunset.
"Megatron," Eleanor broke a long held silence, he gave her a side glance. "Will you ever tell them about me?"
She was referring to his team, he knew his answer immediately.
"No, they won't understand. They have a great disdain of humans and while I find most of your kind repulsive, you on the other servo interest me. Also, why can't I have secrets when they clearly have theirs too."
She smirked at that, "I don't know whether to be offended or flattered, but I'll go with the latter."
"Good, I wouldn't want to ruin this for a second time." She looked at him with a relaxed smirk.
"Oh, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, and neither are you."
For the first time, in a long time, he felt relaxed. As well as secure in the knowledge that this was the beginning of something new that would never fall from his grasp like some many other things.
From his perspective, this was something no one could take from him, no matter what.
For her, it felt like someone had sent a blessing disguised as a person to her. For all the trials and tribulations, this was something that wouldn't be so easily thrown to the sands of time as dust.
She was safe in the knowledge that no matter what, he would be there, in some shape...or form. Forevermore.