Never expected to be writing a second chapter so soon. Oh well. I guess I actually like this story...

disclaimer: I don't anything/ anyone except You. Oo

Chapter 2:

Stopped Shaking

There's not even a window in this cell. No bars. The only light in right above me, a small glowing orb that is inserted into the ceiling. I just lay on my recharge bed, arms tucked beneath me head. It might seem odd to see me now… I used to command entire armies, nearly winning against the Autobots. But than…

Unicron came.

Why I must seem so strange now is I've lost. Lost a lot. Like my army, I don't even know what happened to most of them… I've heard some have joined the Autobots; others went into hiding or exile.

But I refuse to believe any of them are dead. Not even Cyclonus, who was just plainly a nut. Even now I'm wishing he ended up falling into a vat of acid or something.

The door of the white room opens up slowly. An Autobot stands in the doorway.

"It's session time." He says, not crankily, or eerily, just stating it in an almost monotonous way. A week is over like only a mega-cycle. Being here, I guess, messed up my sense of time.

I get up, and follow him. I've learnt not to jump at anyone, nor attack, nor snap at them. It makes people even more uncomfortable, because they've heard of me. I used to bark orders to my soldiers, and even become violent towards them. That is something hard to forget. Autobots would tremble at my feet, but now… I stand over a few feet over this guard's head, yet I don't try to strike him, or even toss threatening words his way. Just walking, listening to the sound of our treads over the tile floor.

Only a few minutes pass, and I'm back outside your door. Guessing you're already inside, they open the door and let me pass through it. Yep, you're there. Behind your desk, tapping a key or two on your computer, legs crossed over each other, and than you execute a professional yawn; the type where you cover your mouth just a second before it happens as if you meant to do it completely.

"Hello again." You say.

I don't even bother looking up as I drop into the chair in front of the desk, laying back. When I do look up, you're staring at the picture behind me again.

"Do you want to say anything?" That fake tone of curiosity in your voice again.

I don't answer, because I know it annoys you.

"Can I just ask…?" You say, and you suddenly stop typing, "Why won't you talk to me? You're perfectly safe here."

I look up to your face, and than to the ceiling. Where was I? 28… 29…30… thirty bolts so far.

"You don't have to talk, I understand…"

33…34…35…

"-But it would help you…"

36…37…

"And when people don't talk…"

38…

"It usually means they feel…"

3…9…

"Powerless…"

I've stopped counting, and my eyes travel back to you, and notice your armor. Ivory and purple. I believe you noticed the stare you got, and than return a practiced smile.

"Maybe we could just… maybe discuss what's on your mind… Just remember I'm not interrogating you…"

I'm really missing my cannon right now.

You look up at the clock. I already know about ten cycles have passed. You yawn professionally again, and than you begin to tap your fingers on your knee in a patient way.

I know I'm not restrained in any way… I'm just sitting there. The only thing I can't do here is get too close to you.

"I remember last time… I asked you why you cut yourself… Can I know?"

My fingers travel onto my right forearm slowly. I can start to feel it throb dully, like someone is squeezing it carefully. My eyes don't move from yours. Now you are actually staring right at me, not the picture.

Than I stare back at the ceiling… 40… 41… 42… You sigh, and close your computer, signaling you're done. Session ended twenty cycles earlier today. The guards come in, and I get up with no problem.

"I'll see you next week, Megatron." You say, and I noticed you have stopped shaking like you usually do.

Yayness, I actually got a second Chapter! R&R, peeps. "everytime someone submits a reveiw, a little fuzzy is born."