I do not own Transformers or Godzilla. They belong to their respective owners.

I should probably apologize for both the short length and the long wait. The truth is, I had school to worry about, a vacation to plan and prepare for, and a general lack of idea how to continue until now. Hopefully, that won't be an issue in the future.

With that out of the way, enjoy!

Bryce had known Fowler for a long time now. Ever since Bill was in the Rangers, the two of them had been on friendly terms. And when Fowler became the official government liaison to the Autobots, Bryce made sure to listen to his old accomplice.

But sometimes he wondered if Fowler was still in his right mind.

"Bill, you want to run that by me again?"

The special agent sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. He was surprised he still had any left, considering how much stress the job put him through.

"Sir, I know it's hard to believe. But based on what I saw, I have reason to believe that leaving the creature with the Autobots is a viable plan for the future."

There were two guards securing the door to the meeting room Fowler and Bryce were occupying. And even they looked unconvinced.

"Bill, I've known you a long time. I know that the divorce wasn't easy for you."

"Sir..."

"And getting this assignment wasn't your choice."

"Sir..."

"But still, I expected you to at least be able to keep your head long enough to make it to retirement. But if this is just one long and convoluted way for you to ask if you can get another assignment, I'm afraid..."

"Sir. Could you just take a look at this?" Fowler said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. "I don't know if it will change your mind, but maybe you will see things differently."

Intrigued, Bryce took the phone from Fowler. It was open to a video. A video Bryce did not understand.

"What am I looking at Bill?"

"As ridiculous as it sounds, you are watching what is essentially a baby dinosaur playing with giant alien robots," Fowler said, trying to convince himself as well as Bryce. "Look, I may have issues with the Bots sometimes, but I trust them to ultimately do the right thing. And if they want to see if they can train the creature to be an ally, I think it's a plan. with merit"

Bryce returned the phone to Fowler.

"What sort of merit?"

"Sir, I know you've been hearing the same whispers as me. You know what the boys at the pentagon are afraid of."

Bryce sighed. "The possibility of there being even more creatures like this out there."

"Exactly. If the same nuclear leaks and tests that created this creature managed to spread further outward, it's possible we might have an even bigger issue on our hands."

"That's why everyone is arguing for killing this creature right now while we have the chance. If we can get rid of one problem while we have the chance, why not take it?"

"Because we might make ourselves more vulnerable in the future."

Bryce frowned when he heard Fowler's explanation.

"What I'm trying to say, sir is that this creature, in particular, represented a possible defense against future monsters. You saw how friendly it was with the Bots. Imagine if we can get that sea creature to be just as protective over us."

"Fowler, do you realize how insane that idea sounds? How do you expect me to convince my superiors that you haven't lost your mind?"

"Give me some time sir. Let me observe like I always do," Fowler pleaded. "If the creature turns out hostile, I will personally call in the order to shoot it down."

"That's only one issue," Bryce reminded Fowler. 'Do you remember why we decided to destroy Madison Square Garden? What do you think will happen when the creature... comes of age?"

Fowler had put some thought into that problem. He had read the numbers on how many eggs the parent creature was able to lay, and he did not want to risk the baby laying just as many. Maybe even more.

"I plan to talk with Ratchet about that. He's the one in charge of studying the biology of the creature. I'm sure he can find a way to sterilize it if we ask."

Bryce held his hands together. This was risky. Scratch that, the idea was downright insane. He was sure that he might just get handed a pink slip if he bought it forward to his superiors.

But the idea was also enticing. Having a monster that the government could call upon to fight other monsters? That... was not an idea that they could just ignore.

"I'll talk to my superiors. I can't guarantee that they will listen though."

"Just tell them what I have been telling you, sir. The creature may turn out to be dangerous, and even I will admit that. But if the Autobots can actually manage to train and control it, we might just have a new powerful weapon to help in global defense."

"Speaking of the Autobots, how much progress are they making right now?"

The Next Day, New York...

"Took you three long enough."

Arcee rubbed Zilla's head, which was snuggly pressed against her legs. Zilla had grown in the short time he had been with Arcee. Just yesterday, his head was slower than her knee. But now it was in between her knee and her waist. And it seemed that he still intended to grow.

The two of them were approached by Bee, Bulk, and Cliff, all of whom were carrying carts of fish in their arms.

"Remind me again why we had to bring these things here," Bulk grumbled. He wasn't bothered by the weight, just by how much fish he had to carry on him.

*Boop* *Boop*

"Exactly what Bee said. Fish is like Energon to Zilla, and since he's young, he needs a lot of it."

"Are all organics like that? Do they all need this much substance early on?"

"I feel like that's more a question for Ratchet," Cliff said as he placed his crates on the ground. Bee and Bulk followed suit.

As soon as they opened the crates, Zilla's mouth was practically salivating. His tongue hung out as his nose took in the scent of all the fish that was laid out in front of him. But before he made any move to eat, he looked up at Arcee. His eyes were practically pleading.

"We bought it out here for you. None of us are going to eat it," Arcee informed her lizard friend. "Go ahead."

*Hragh*

With what sounded like a squeal, Zilla launched himself at one of the fish crates. His flawed hands took reign of the wood as his mouth dug deep into the crate. He practically swallowed entire bodies of fish, only bothering to chew if his mouth became too full.

"Woah. He was hungry wasn't he?" Bulk leaned closer to Cliffjumper. "That's the word, right? Hungry?"

"Yeah, I think that's right. Didn't you feed him Arcee?"

"I let him hunt his own fish," Arcee said as she looked down at the still eating Zilla. He was showing no signs of slowing down. "I'm starting to think he might overcharge himself if he keeps this up."

"The correct term is overstuffed, Arcee."

Everyone turned to see a new Groundbridge open. Ratchet walked out of it, his tablet still in hand.

"Ratchet? I thought you were going to stay back at the base with Optimus."

"Optimus assured me that he would be able to hold the fort while I am gone. He knows how to summon us if need be," Ratchet informed the team, his focus still placed squarely on Zilla. "Now, I'm going to need him to make noise."

"What for?" Arcee asked.

"Audio samples. Among other things," Ratchet explained. "If we want to study Zilla's biology properly, the first thing we will do is learn the meaning behind his unique vocal characteristics. Each sound he makes will have a purpose, and it would be best if we learn what they mean sooner rather than later."

Ratchet leaned down close to Zilla. "Alright, you little reptile. I need you to start making noises."

Zilla didn't pay Ratchet any mind. He instead focused on swallowing the last piece of fish that was in the crate. He was going to start another one when Ratchet used his arm to obscure Zilla's path.

"Not yet. If you want to eat, I need to work with me first."

Zilla's response was to start growling at Ratchet. He wasn't as fond of the doctor as he was of Arcee. Cliffjumper noticed.

"Doc? Maybe you should..."

"Perfect."

Ratchet ignored Cliffumped as he placed his tablet closer to the growling Zilla. He kept it there until the machine was able to download the audio sample.

"Good, you can eat now."

As soon as Ratchet's hand was out of the way, Zilla dug into the crate again. It took him very little time to reach half of the crate.

"We have his sounds of hostility and aggression. Now I just need to work on getting more noises out of him."

"Maybe don't do that right now," Arcee said as she gently moved Ratchet's tablet out of the way. She wanted answers about Zilla as much as anyone, but she didn't think interrupting him during a meal was such a good idea.

"Fine. I can check on vocal properties later. There's something else Fowler asked me to do."

Ratchet scanned Zilla from a distance this time. This time, his focus was more on Zilla's biological system. Specifically, his reproductive organs.

"Let's see... Oh."

"What is it?' Bulkhead asked.

"Fowler had asked me to check if it were possible to sterilize Zilla. But it seems..."

"I'm sorry, what?"

Arcee stepped forward to stand between Ratchet and Zilla. Taking note of her change in attitude, Zilla looked at Arcee.

"Sterilize? What is that supposed to mean?"

"Arcee, you're upset without even knowing the context?"

"Do I need to know any context? Sterilize isn't exactly a word with positive connotations."

"It would have been painless. The plan was to prevent Zilla from asexually producing offspring the same way his parent did," Ratchet explained. "But it seems that it will be unnecessary. Zilla himself is already sterile."

*Beep* *Beep*

"Yes, I agree Bumblebee. It is quite the coincidence."

"What does that mean?" Bulkhead asked.

"It means that we don't have to worry about Zilla creating an army of offspring for himself. Which should give the human governments more reason to allow us to study him."

"That sounds fine. Any other worries you want to share with us Rachet?" Arcee inquired. While she was perfectly fine with Zilla not having children (at least right now), she wondered how he fell about. Or if he would even put any thought into it.

"Yes. We're going to have to find a larger hideout soon enough."

Every Autobot present turned to their medical expert.

*Boop*

"The lair we have at current is more than suitable for our current needs. However, it is already clear that Zilla will be experiencing massive growth before he reaches full maturity. At which point, hiding him will be more difficult than we are perhaps capable of doing."

"Come on Ratchet. You sure you're not overreacting? How big could the little guy get? He's not even eight feet tall right now."

"His parent was able to grow to fifty-five meters in height. That's over one-hundred and eighty feet tall," Ratchet stated pointedly. The stunned looks on all his allies informed him that they were beginning to understand the dilemma.

"So what do we do then?" Cliffjumper asked.

"Right now, this harbor will serve as a functional base to monitor Zilla's growth and development. The water will also grant him the ability to hunt and exercise without endangering any human populations."

"What about when he's older? You said he would get almost two hundred feet tall. What do we do then?" Arcee asked, an uncharacteristic amount of worry in her voice.

"We are already looking at suitable locations for which to house Zilla once he has grown. Optimus and I will ultimately make the final decision, though all of your input will be valued as well."

Arcee looked down at Zilla, who seemed content after just two crates of fish for lunch. She was wondering now just how much fish it would take to feed him once he reached his full size. It wasn't a thought that bought her comfort.

"You're not going to be easy to care for, are you?" Arcee said as she patted Zilla's head.

The little monster cooed into her hand, and Arcee realized that she wouldn't have it any other way.

Jamaican Sea

"Get a move on men! We have a quota to meet. Let's not disappoint."

Everyone aboard the fishing boat was more than ready to disappoint. Even though the day was fine and the work was progressing smoothly, none of the men were very eager to be there. The work had a tendency to drain the men. Fishing was only easy if it was a hobby.

"You see that?"

The fishermen all turned to the place one of the workers was pointing at. A massive growing black spot in the ocean.

"What is that?"

None of the men had an answer. To most, it just looked like either an oil leak that came out of nowhere, or some other black substance miraculously appeared in the middle of nowhere in the water. Still, it wasn't something that bodes well.

"We're moving away from here!" Every worker turned to the foreman. "Whatever that stuff is, it's going to scare off the fish. Probably already killed a few, and we can't sell those. Let's just move on and forget it."

The men were eager to follow that order. They happily turned the ignition on for the boat and pointed it closer to the shore. All of them left the black spot behind, eager to put it out of their minds as quickly as possible. That seemed like trouble that they did not need in their lives.

Not one of them turned back to notice the dead octopi that rose from the black ink.

This is where I will be stopping for now.

I enjoyed writing the final part. It's nice to see humans with brains and actual self-preservation. And with that final part, we have a tease for Zilla's first enemy. You can probably guess who it will be.

Anyway, please leave reviews, tell me what you think, and I will see you all next time.

Bye!