Elisabeth's whole afternoon went away thinking of this Megatron and why the hell didn't she go back when she had the chance? She was greatly disturbed by the fact that Merlin may or may not have died. Because it was blatantly obvious that the guy sleeping upstairs was not her best friend. Amnesia makes people forget, but they will be themselves at the core. But this bossy, annoying thing with anger issues is definitely not Merlin.

"What did you get yourself into, Merlin?" she asked as if her friend would hear her. "Nothing makes sense. Body swapping with an alien? This is bad comedy…"

To avoid thinking too much about this, she decided to revise what she needs to teach this 'Megatron'. After a while she wrote a lengthy list about what needs to be done and what she wants to be done. She doesn't really want to show her how to shower, Jesus even showing him how to dress can end up as a disaster! And this all is ten times worse when she counts his boss bitch personality.

Feeling tired she went to shower somewhere around eight. Going upstairs she went to the guest room to look for some of the clothes she left when she hung out with Merlin a few months prior. But before she could go inside, she heard Megatron mumbling in his sleep in the room in front of hers. She looked at his relaxed sleeping form, from the open door, which if she compares to what he said and did today, is very strange, unusual. He looked cute like this, but truth be told, Merlin always looked cute. But brushing off these thoughts she settled on going to bathe, then sleep, so she could call Mel early in the morning for help. Because if there were anyone who could solve mysteries like this, it has to be Melissa Kimberly, her other very close friend. She was an investigative journalist after all…

"So, you're livin' with a freakin' alien? What the hell Beth?!" came Mel's voice as she and Elisabeth were video chatting in the kitchen.

"I know it's not one of my brightest ideas, but I really need to do this and I need your help with it" she answered while making eggs for breakfast.

"What if he's a serial killer? An alien serial killer?" went Mel on pondering who this Megatron guy was.

"For Pete's sake Mel, show more professionalism! It's serious."

"Or serial…" she joked while drinking her coffee. "But to be back on track" there she heard Elisabeth say: finally! "I can dig up some info on suspicious government projects, but for that I need two kinds of intel. One from your alien friend and one from someone, who sells passwords or hacker programs for this kind of network. Which means the mafia."

"I can arrange that. Quite easily" shrugged Elisabeth her shoulders as she finished the eggs.

"Wait… You have ties with the mafia? That's… Which one of your ex-boyfriends is in the mafia?" she looked at her friend worried. She knew about Elisabeth's bad boy syndrome, which was just a fancy name they gave because she was always dating the so-called bad boys.

"The one who is also Merlin's brother. I know, it's bad comedy" she answered as Megatron appeared on the stairs. He wasn't looking happy at all.

"It could be worse… Oh my lord and saviour! THAT'S OUR GUY?!" she shouted in surprise as the grumpy man walked closer to them. "Beth, that guy is hot! Hotter than the Arizona desert at noon!"

"Can you be less annoying and more productive?"

"Oh, yes of course. But as I said I need input from him. So, expect me in a few weeks. I have other articles to write for my editor so I will be quite busy, but I will come as soon as I can. Bye!" with that she ended the call leaving Elisabeth alone with her alien guy.

It was quiet as she put the plate in front of him. He looked at the eggs with a questioning look, then up to her.

"I can guess from your looks, that you are not familiar with human food" she said as she started to eat the fried eggs.

"No, I am not" he answered quietly as he mimicked Elisabeth and started to eat clumsily.

When he opened his optics this morning, he really wanted to believe this to be a bad dream, a fragment of his imagination. But when the bedroom remained humanish and he still had fingers instead of claws, he understood that all this was just wishful thinking. He was a fool to believe it would be alright.

Thinking through yesterday he realised he had to adapt to his new situation. In that moment it became clear that for survival, he had to abandon his pride, or at least what was left of it. He found himself in the bottom, between the lowest of the lowest again, and he knew fragging well that if he ever wants to achieve something, he needs will, not pride.

Although it helped nothing with his sour mood, he decided to go downstairs and find Elisabeth. He could not deny that the female human left a certain impression on him, but not the good kind. She was stubborn, headstrong and impudent. Even her long, wavy, red hair ironically matched her fiery personality. She was annoying and he loathed her. If he ever returns to his old body, he will make her suffer for her behaviour.

It was funny that when he arrived at the kitchen and saw her, his previous thoughts simply dissipated. Like they weren't there in the first place. And it was even more aggravating.

He couldn't really say anything because it seemed she was talking with her friend using their technology. At least he was familiar with that. If nothing else. He didn't pay much attention to their conversation, he instead tried to form some kind of a plan. Unfortunately, he failed quite miserably and this put him in an even worse mood.

At this point the human put a strange looking stuff in front of him. He looked at it with questioning eyes, because what in the name of Primus is this white circle with another orange circle in it?

"I can guess from your looks, that you are not familiar with human food" Wait… Was this food? Wasn't their food the one he ate yesterday? The thing she called doughnut?

"No, I am not" he answered as he mimicked Elisabeth, but this food had a totally different taste. "This tastes different. What is this?"

"If I tell you, you will freak out."

"I am not the type who gets scared" he looked up at her while finishing his plate.

"It's called an egg and this is the unborn child of the animal called chicken." Then an uncomfortably long moment of silence settled over them. "I can't believe I'm explaining what an egg is to an alien…" Elisabeth whispered under her breath.

This whole situation is unbelievable, like some bad, romantic, sci-fi book. And the plot would definitely follow this: There's an alien in your Bf's body and he's a huge asshole, but in the meantime he's kind of hot. You find yourself falling in love with him just because, but he being an alien, does not know what love is. So there comes the heartbreak then even more aliens and in the end, they get together, marry each other and have kids. A true bad romance book.

"I never thought I would ask what an egg is. But here I am with a flesh creature, learning what an egg is" broke Megatron the silence as he let all his sarcasm out. Not like he could do anything else.

"Oh, so aliens understand irony. Good to know" she let out a small smile, but she only earned an eye rolling from him.

"This is better than yesterday" he thought while looking at Elisabeth amused form. She was less annoying this way.

"Eugh! You smell like rotten fish!" exclaimed Elisabeth as she walked past him. "You need to bathe now!" And here was the irritating insect. By the way, what was rotten fish? From her tone it must be something disgusting.

"You do not command me!" he stood up fast and angry. "You are better to know that…" he finished with a low growl, while reminding himself to stay calm. Unfortunately, Elisabeth remained unmoved by this.

"I wouldn't command you if you weren't like some five years old kid, learning how to live! So, if you would be so kind as not to listen to your ego…"

It was only eight in the morning and Elisabeth decided early on that she won't take bullshit from anyone today, definitely not from him. But it seemed she crossed another invisible line like yesterday. At least she ended up pushed to the nearest wall instead of the bed.

"Do not test me, Elisabeth."

"But I really want to stab you" she retorted fast as she suddenly picked up a knife left on the counter.

"If you try it, you are more foolish than I thought."

"Why do you make everything even harder?" she sighed. Tired of their unnecessary quarrel, she punched him in the stomach, and as he stooped, she struck him in the back of his head with the hilt of the knife, knocking him out. "That's for YOU dad, saying self-defence is useless for women!" she shouted like her dad would hear her. Well… it would be possible, because after all, he lived only a few streets away.

But now she has an unconscious guy on the floor, who needs to bathe. At least now it won't be that embarrassing. So, she dragged his body to the bathroom.

"Sorry alien, but I will strip you from most of your clothes in order to bathe you" she thought and she did it as well. "This would be even worse if he weren't in Merin's body. But I wouldn't be with him if this was the case."

In the end she put him in the bathtub (she was glad that Merlin was lightweight) and opened the tap to fill it. She even poured a half bottle shower gel just to be sure, and took out the shampoo as well. But before she could start anything, she realised he needed to be woken up. If she bathes him like this, she has to do it again, because he wouldn't know how to do it.

But how should she wake him up? Maybe she should push his face into the water? That would be a little bit brutal. Although it would be only fair as he basically stole her friend's body. So, she firmly grabbed his greasy hair and pushed his head into the water. It took only a few seconds for him to wake up and when he did, Elisabeth pulled his face up.

"Hi Megatron, I hope you had a good sleep."

Waking up drowning was not one of the pleasant ways to end a recharge. But this made very clear to him that Elisabeth is a dangerous human female.

"I did not know you puny humans can hit strong. It seems I was wrong after all…" he let out a teasing smile.

"I can push your head under the water again if you don't stop being a pain in the ass" she said seriously, not really liking where this whole thing is going. "Or you start behaving and this can even end good for both of us."

He loathed and, in a way, liked how she talked to him like that. How confident she sounded while threatening HIM, the most dangerous Cybertonian in existence. Him, the gladiator of Kaon, the Lord of the Decepticons, the one who single-handedly offlined thousands upon thousands. She dared to speak to him like he was some sparkling fresh out of the well.

"I have been through worse, so if you think…" he could never finish as Elisabeth did what she promised.

In the moment he got underwater, images of his death slipped into his mind. All the pain hit him like a brick while he started to scream.

"I died, I died, I died! Killed! Killed by the scout! I lost! I fell! I fell deep into the water! I don't want to be here! It's deep, it's dark! Like in the mines…"

When Elisabeth pulled him back again, she looked at his scared and gasping form with curiosity. She broke his ego for sure, but she never wanted to do this brutally.

"Don't push me back again! Please, don't!" he pleaded, but he couldn't believe what he was doing. Or why the water triggered such strong emotions in him.

"I won't, just do what I'm saying to you" she answered softly while she felt guilty about scaring the shit out of an alien. "Because believe me or not, I want to help you, but you keep being goddamn annoying."

"I think I get what you mean human" he looked at her with a lopsided smile, remembering what motivated him for the longest of times: pain. And she now knows this.

"Then I wash your hair, if you don't mind" she said and she applied a lot of shampoo on the top of his head, which then she massaged into his skin.

Being absolutely focused on washing his hair, Megatron had the chance to observe Elisabeth's features. Her hair looked different than yesterday, it was pulled up in a high ponytail, making her head less round. Her brown eyes similar to his, maybe even darker, were fixed only on what she's doing. Her lips were fuller and also redder than his.

"Don't stare" she said as she looked at him for a short moment. "It's rude."

"I am just not accustomed to humans. You look strange to me" he admitted while crossing his hands before his bare chest.

"Why? What does your kind look like?" she asked curiously as she ended washing his hair and put her arms on the edge of the tub.

"We are not carbon-based lifeforms, like your pitiful race. We are rather… metal-based. In short, we are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron. But usually, our body type is much like yours" he explained as the old times slipped into his mind. Times when everything was much more… peaceful.

"You're in luck, because I believe you. Everybody else would say you went crazy if you tell them that. By the way, I have another burning question. How did you end up in this situation? Because reflecting on what you said, you're not really keen on meeting with humans."

"If I knew we would not be here, having this conversation."

"How do you not remember what happened?"

"I wish not to speak about how…" No, he really does not want to speak about his shameful death.

"How?" she pressed on, curious about what exactly happened to him. It may even help her with finding out about Merlin.

"What is the point of this interrogation?" he asked back, avoiding the question.

"To get to know you, because if we're going to be stuck together for a long time, I prefer to live with someone who I at least partially know" she answered as she stood up and wiped her hands in her blue jeans.

"The same goes for you."

It must be confusing as to why the great Decepticon leader took interest in a human female, who tried to kill him like two minutes ago. It would only strengthen the gossip that he has a lot of loose screws. Not like he ever cared about the consequences of his actions.

"Then finish off bathing, dress up so we can go shopping. And while we're shopping, I'll tell you everything you want to know about me. Deal?" she held out her hand to shake.

"Deal" he took it hesitantly, knowing well it won't end well. Nothing does.