Title: The True Face of Evil 2
Fandom: Transformers
Pairing/Characters: The Fallen, Mikeala
Prompt: grudging respect
Drabble #: 135
Date: August 7, 2012
Word count: 340
Next pairing: Yusuke, Xander
AN: She's even more evil.
"You are a pathetic being," he growled, his face adornments clicking. Mikeala just smiled sweetly and shrugged.
"And yet this pathetic being was the one to get you taken down by just pointing out your weak spot," she stated. The Fallen growled once more as he tried to lunge at the small human, only to find that his body was unwilling to do anything. "Ah-ah-ah, no trying to undo all of Ratchets hard work. You're staying alive for all of your knowledge and if he can't get to it, he's likely going to bring you back to torture you."
"That mech is very scary," he rumbled, his body relaxing in the berth that he was stuck in with a huff of displeasure. Ratchet had taken him out when Mikeala had pointed out a weak spot on his lower back and stuck him onto a stasis berth until they had made their decision as to what they would do with him. At best, The Fallen looked forward to being put into stasis and sent away from the Earth and to Cybertron, systems hooked to the planet. At worst, he would be off lined and broken down for parts. His memories were being copied and stored as history for any future generations.
Either way didn't appeal to the ancient Cybertronian.
"Alt least you be in pain," Mikeala stated, flipping through a magazine on the newest mechanics. "They're talking about what to do with you right now, so just relax. Though I don't think your Decepticons will be coming to save you."
"And why not?" The Fallen growled, glaring at the young femme as she smirked.
"Apparently Sam scared Barricade when he set some truths about how humans think," she stated, smirking even more.
"How?" he asked, feeling surprise for the first time in ceturies.
"Humans, as we've found out, are much more flexible in their ways of thinking, more than Cybertronians at least," she said. The fallen felt a sliver of fear work its way down his spinal strut at the thought.