Sorry that it's so simple in explanation. My house is loud today and I can't think, but I wanted to get the ideas out. I will rewrite later! Maybe...

Chapter 2, Megatron and "God"

The queen's bedroom was huge compared to most, but it felt just as much like a trap as any. The white walls were decorated with paintings and photographs her family long since passed, as the wood floors upheld elegant furnature and fancy rugs. A pink drape usually hung over thel arge window, yet Relena had pulled it aside to watch the rain. The desk in front of the window held up Relena's slumped form, as she cried on a blank piece of paper. The shadows of the rain making crooked stripes down her face and hair, and in her right hand she clutched a pencil.

Other than the rise and fall of her chest, she made no movements.

Since that morning, she had not been inside, watching the day go by passively as she went through the automatic routines of school and politics. She made lousy grades that showed her stress on the large red letter she got, her people begged her to ally, retreat, or do something, and her pilots all sent her e-mails demanding their Gundams be repaired before Oz came. Her political friends all backed away from her, leaving everything up to her, and Yuy only gave her icy glares from beneath his chocolate bangs.

Relena had wanted to scream, had wanted to jump up and scold them. How dare they leave everything up to her, a mere teenager who couldn't hold her life together, let alone a planet. She didn't want the universe on her shoulders, she already had the world, and it wasn't her choice; she was a bad queen. But the words could not find their way past her trained, royal lips. She just remained silent, feeling the sting of each persons breath as they poured their troubles onto her. The only thoughts she even permitted was the consideration of consulting a pilot, preferrably not Yuy.

There was a ringing sound and it took Relena a while to register what it was. She looked at the phone near her bed, screaming for her to pick it up, yet as her eyes wandered she saw her mirror and her reflection. She sat up and wiped her eyes, seeing in her bedroom mirror a red, stained face. It reminded her of the fountain, and she looked away, unable to consider herself anything more than ugly. She then stood up and went over to the phone, pulling it off the reciever anxiously wrapping her thin fingers in the cord.

"Hello?" She asked, wearily.

On the other end there was only static. She waited a while but no voice came, making her wonder if they were cut off because of the storm. She frowned and set the phone on the base. She then sat on the bed, the velvet covers moving under her weight. The phone rang again, as she suspected it would.

"Can I help you?" Relena asked.

There was more static, and Relena was about to slam it down when a deep and elegant voice spoke up, making Relena rush to listen.

"No, but I can help you." The voice said, it's tone thrilled.

Relena hestitated to speak, uncurling and recurling her finger. After a moment's consideration, she decided it must be a duke or count, and so responded.

"Wh-Who are you?"

The voice chuckled, having a sinister appeal.

"I am your genie." It said. "I heard your cries and saw your tears, and here I am to deliver. Your wish is my command and all that."

Relena shot a glance around her room, searching for hidden cameras and briefly wondering if she was insane. She saw no lights, heard no robotics, and came to the conclusion that either she was insane or having hallucinations brought on by stress.

"Listen," Relena said, looking about again, just in case. "I don't know who you are, but if you call here again I will have you traced and arrested!"

The voice didn't chuckle this time, but let out a roar of laughter. Relena moved the phone away from her ear but it still rung through her head, starting a headache. She realized that the voice was very real, and not part of her imagination. After it stopped, Relena continued her speech, feeling scared.

"I don't enjoy being harrassed right now, I have a lot of problems..."

"That's why I'm here, child." The voice said, interrupting. "Just ask of me anything. Go on, give it a try."

Relena considered hanging up again, but she felt something flare up inside of her. She remembered Duo half-heartedly joking about God calling people and him explaining how God's voice would sound over the phone. This man certainly sounded like God, with his deep accented voice and elaborate pronunciation tingling through her body, and she had never doubted a God existed. Though it was hard for her to grasp. Why would God be calling her? If she couldn't do anything for herself, there was nothing she could offer to God.

Of course, that would explain how he knew she was crying, seeing as how there were no cameras.

Relena swallowed her spittle, feeling it clump in her throat. A little test wouldn't hurt.

"Alright then, if you're really a g... a genie, then I want..." She thought about it for awhile, trying to think of something that wouldn't be common. She looked about her room, her eyes stopping on a photo of Heero Yuy she had hid in her desk. The corner stuck out under the edge of the wood, and only his scruffy hair and contemplative eyes could be seen. "I want Heero Yuy to love me." As an afterthought. "Again."

The voice chuckled again, sounding lighter this time around.

"Very well. I'll be calling you later."

With that, the voice was gone, leaving only a blaring horn in her ear that announced the person had hung up. She set the phone down on the reciever, and smirked. There was no way Heero Yuy would love her, he thought she was just...

Brrrring.

Relena shot a glance at her phone, and answered it, ready for somebody to tell her it was a belated April Fool's joke or something. But the voice that resounded was certainly not the one she heard earlier, but rather that of the man of her dreams.

"Relena?" Heero asked, his voice fuzzy. "I need to talk to you."

No! That wasn't God, it was a prankster. Heero didn't love her, he never did. She should just ask him and get it over with, prove to herself, once and for all, that God did not call her on her phone!

"Do you love me?" She asked, finding no way around the bluntness.

Yuy inhaled a sharp breath, preparing for something. Relena held onto the phone hard enough her knuckles were white, as she bit her lip and silently wished his answer to be no. Anything to make God disappear.

"Yes." Came the reply.

Relena screamed and slammed the phone down, backing away from it and making a cross in the air. She found the bedroom wall and slumped to the floor, wrapping her arms around her legs and biting her knees, watching the phone.

It didn't happen. It didn't happen. It could not have happened. It was just a coincidence, I mean, the energy storm messed with the pilots, simple as that. It was only a coincidence. Yes, that was it.

No... it wasn't.

BRRRIIING.

Relena covered her ears, then decided to accept that it had, in fact, happened. She stood up and went over the phone, wanting to scream, shout, commit herself to the institute, but simply answered it.

"Are you God?" She asked.

The voice seemed to smile at her--it certainly felt that way--but it didn't laugh or answer her question, leaving it open for discussion.

"What do you really want?" It asked.

"I want an answer to my problem," she said, bracing herself. "I want something to help me with my war, to help me win. If I don't have to think about the war, I can do my school work, and Yuy's already been settled... thanks for that, by the way."

The voice laughed.

"I knew you'd ask. Just step back from the bed."

The voice hang up again and Relena stepped away from the bed. Light filled the room as a piercing noise reflected off the walls, the bed exploding in a mess of springs, feathers, and velvet scraps. Relena dropped the phone, and pressed herself against the wall farthest from the bed. She began screaming shortly after.

Rattrap stared at the machine, sizing it up before plugging himself in. It was barely the size of a car and painted white with stipes, but it looked like a giant, metal crate. The cracks in the side meshed together to paint a picture of some ladies face, and they started to glow blue as Rattrap searched the database via his tail.

In beast form, Rattrap was, obviously, a rat. He was small, though as large as a normal--gigantic--housecat, and looked mostly like a real creature. He had patches of fur missing every now and then revealing blue and red circuits, his feet were completely robotic, and on his back was a carrying pack, but other than that he was as ratty as rats could come. He still considered himself the best animal.

His tail twisted and turned as it downloaded information into his mind, the information floating absently in his eyes, like miniature computer screens. It was mostly codes made of strange symbols, but a few words every now and then would be understandable. Energon and Optimus being a few. Yet his mind wasn't on decoding, it was concentrating mostly on the injured friend in the room next door.

Botanica and he had a secret relationship. They were embarrassed about it themselves, considering just forgetting the whole thing, yet neither one could make themselves just forget. A kiss had been shared, a few side glances when nobody was looking, and even a hug or two, yet it felt like much more. Rattrap imagined it to be as important as Blackarachnia's and Silverbolt's relationship: a true thing that would always follow them. He never asked Botanica about how she felt, but her actions suggested she thought the same.

He sighed as he thought about the storm--that damned disasterous storm--and the injuries it made. They had all felt it, all being at least partially organic, yet she had recieved most of the shock, her being connected to the plants and all. She was so weak and pale, unable to move or even speak correctly, and it made Rattrap mad. No, it made him furious--

"Big bot doesn't look too well."

Rattrap's tail snapped free of the computer as he let out a cry of surprise, having not noticed Cheetor enter. Cheetor sat near the door with a solemn expression, frowning as his eyes examined the floor and his mind wandered. Rattrap muttered under his breath and plugged himself back in, starting the process all over again.

"What are ya tryin' t'do, give me a heart attack?" He snapped.

"You can't have one," Cheetor pointed out.

Rattrap gave him a glare than focused on the code again, watching the familiar words float by in the river of jibberish. Cheetor sighed and slid down into a laying position, his eyes finally moving to look at Rattrap, who momentarily stopped the information flow to look back.

"What?" He asked, sounding more angry than he meant to.

"It's just... Optimus was crying." He said.

Rattrap's expression shifted into a comforting one, and he shook his head.

"We're all stressed out right now, Cheetor, ain't we?"

"Yeah."

Rattrap continued searching and found a word that amazed, confused, and intrigued him. He saw his name.

"Hey! I'm in here!" He said, lacing his tone with glee to hide his true feelings. "There's my name. I must be famous."

Cheetor gave Rattrap a curious glance and walked over to him, covering Rattrap in a full shadow. He looked at the machine, tilting his head to examine every inch of it, before turning his attention back to Rattrap.

"What else does it say?" He asked.

Rattrap sifted through the unreadable code until he found more words, blurting them out one by one for Cheetor to help sort.

"Phone, help, war..." He started. "Queen, connection, energon sensors... What's this?"

A giant blue screen erased the code, displaying four large letters that Rattrap couldn't read. The letters melted and then swirled, becomming an animated blue vortex. It then formed the letters again, only backwards, becomming "SANC". Rattrap furrowed his brow. He searched for more information, yet found that there was nothing else to see, so he unplugged himself.

"What'd you see?" Cheetor asked, his former worries replaced with wonder.

Rattrap shrugged.

"I dunno."

Cheetor, finding nothing else to do, started to leave. Rattrap searching his memory database for the code again and found it, watching the words melt and then reform multiple times. The words would not click in his mind, yet he knew they were supposed to. Somehow, he was supposed to figure out what they all meant.

He was still decoding the message when Relena asked for help, and didn't notice when the machine behind him came alive, the head moving into an upright position and opening its ugly, Megatron-ish mouth. Only when it dripped wet gel on him did he realize something was wrong.

Rattrap shut off the computer in time to see the face of Megatron as it swallowed him whole, dropping him through a wet ride of what could have been compared to a washing machine cycle. He came out in a flash of light, landing on and bursting through something soft. Somebody was screaming in the background.

The head sat back down with a smile.