V. Flirt It Out
"You're gonna need a new disguise other than this military truck," Persephone pointed out patting the leather seat she sat on.
"As you can see there are no vehicles that piqued my interest." Megatron grumbled, his voice coming from the radio. "Besides, the blades are alluring; keeps the fleshies away."
Persephone chuckled. "Not gonna lie, it is cool. Looks like something out of The Walking Dead."
Megatron ordered her—ordered not insisted, ordered—to seat in the driver's seat and she didn't exactly disagree. Others will freak out and call on the authorities when they see the driver's seat of the truck empty while it's on the road.
Driving towards the supermarket was long. It's been minutes, probably almost an hour and they were still on the road. Persephone watched the trees go by in a blur as speckles of white fell from the sky. She couldn't help but be mesmerized at the scenery around her. The truck shook, making her lean back into the seat and clutch the seatbelt that hugged her body tightened.
"Stop that." Persephone jolted when his voice pierced the silence.
"What?" She didn't know what he meant.
"Stop gliding your digits on the seat, I can feel them." He hissed.
Persephone glanced at her fingers that had been rubbing the seat subconsciously. "Oh, sorry about that," She apologized, cheeks burning up from embarrassment. "The leather seat feels nice, my hands just... likes the texture and I have this habit of wanting to feel it with my fingertips. I'm sorry."
He grunts at her through the radio and she clasped her hands in front of her, trying to stay still.
Megatron's cabin was warm, and it made her wonder if she should beg him to always be in truck form so she could be safe from the cold. She waved it off since he'd probably crush her if she did.
He wasn't a fan of fleshies, after all.
Persephone waited for a car, any car, to show up. However, there wasn't anyone for miles. She feels the road rumbling beneath her.
"Megatron?" She murmured gently as she leans om the window.
"Mm?" The warlord's voice echoed around her; he sounded annoyed at her.
"Could you drive faster?" Persephone asked.
She was met with silence, but the vehicle started to gain velocity after the stick shift changed gears much to her delight. Persephone held on to the handles as the seatbelt tightened around her once more. Eyes watching the snow they drove past as everything became a blur.
"Fuck yeah!" Persephone whooped in joy as she let go of the handles as she opened the window, letting the cold air sting her cheeks as she poked her head out; hair whipping her face as she enjoyed the sensation.
Adrenaline rushed through her veins, heart pounding in her chest as she felt the rush wash over her body.
It gave her a sense of freedom.
Nothing to worry about, no one to worry about. Just her, the wind, and the adrenaline that pumps through her body.
This is pure bliss. Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned on the door.
"I don't want this to stop," Persephone muttered softly, a smile gracing her lips.
She jolted when Megatron revved his engines as they drove even more faster. Persephone looks at the rear-view mirror, that was positioned to look at her. Her smile wide as she hollered, "We're totally breaking every legal speed limits right now!"
"Human law only applies to you," Megatron stated his voice filled with smugness. "No human law binds me to such a thing. But since you're with me, you should be exempted as well."
"Careful, I might use that as a reason so I don't go to jail!" Persephone giggled as held hair back.
This was fun.
Now that she thought about it, when was the last time she actually had fun? When did she stop enjoying the little things in life? When had it all lost meaning to her?
Leon would love this.
Persephone frowned, eyes looking at the road the swoop past beneath the vehicle. How was he? How was her family? Were they doing okay?
Would she ever see them again?
She had no one in this world. No family, no friends.
Totally alone.
It's slowly sinking in to her that she had no one to turn to when it came down to it. Her chest tightened and she forced to swallow the lump that grew in her throat, then she felt like she was slowly drowning—she's having a hard time breathing.
It wasn't fair.
It wasn't fair at all.
She didn't ask to be here. Persephone wanted to be with her family. Now, she couldn't even call them. She had no way of speaking to them ever again.
Her heart weighed heavy with these thoughts. It's not fair. It's not fair. It's not fair! IT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR–
"Your optics are malfunctioning." Megatron stated, plucking her from her sea of thoughts. "They are leaking."
Persephone looked at herself in the rear view mirror, surprised. Her eyes were puffy with her nose red and snot threatening to fall from her nostril, cheeks stained with a trail of wetness and big fat tears from her eyes. "Oh!"
She wiped her face with the sleeves of her jacket. Eyes blinking rapidly as she closed the window and looked up, taking a deep breath to stop the tears.
The truck swerved to a stop. Persephone screamed, gripping the steering wheel and dug herself into the seat as truck slammed on its breaks. As they squealed to a stop, Persephone finds herself taking a shaky breath. Knuckles white at how tight her grip is.
She blinked rapidly. "Are you alright, Megatron?" Persephone asked, checking to make sure he was alright.
"Something is wrong with you, femme. Your optics are malfunctioning!" Megatron barked at her.
Suddenly, everything around her blurred as she was being moved; it felt like she was floating for a second. Then she finds herself dizzy at the palm of the cybertronian that accompanied her, his red eyes focused at her.
"What is wrong with you?" He asked as he searched her over, poking and turning his hand to look at other parts of her body. "We need to fix the leaking problem in your optics."
"Megatron, what are you doing?!" Persephone hissed as she stood up, frantically looking around. "Someone might see you!"
"Your optics are leaking!"
"I'm fine!"
"You're malfunctioning, femme! I do not want to deal with your corpse in me if you were to ever offline due to that problem with your optics," Megatron grumbled as he glared at her.
"I'm fine!" She insisted, holding back a sob. "I'll be fine don't worry about me! But please transform back before anyone sees you!"
He inclined with her plea as she finally finds herself in his cabin again. "Are you... alright?" Megatron asked as the truck started to move again, this time at a normal speed. "Your optics were leaking–"
"I said I'm fine." Persephone snapped, not wanting to talk about the subject of her woes. She sighed and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you. I just... don't want to talk about it."
The rest of the ride was silent as she looked out of the window, stuffing her hands for warmth as she hugged herself.
Cars appeared and before she knew it, they were in civilization as buildings after buildings passed by.
When they arrived at the supermarket, Megatron parked outside. Her eyes caught sight of a mall in front of said supermarket so, she figured she'd go there instead.
More varieties of things to choose.
There were already stares towards them as he stopped, and she took a deep breath.
Everything is good. Everything is alright.
"I need you to stay here and try not to get too much attention on yourself." Persephone fixed her hair in the rear-view mirror. "I'll be right back."
She didn't wait for a reply as she left.
When she went into the mall, she got stares from people. Honestly, she couldn't blame them. Because who the hell walks around in a summer themed clothes when it's winter?
The first thing she does is buy some clothes. She picked some sweaters, jackets, scarves, and some gloves as well. She also bought some coat and a new pair of boots.
"All right, let's get this shit over with." She said to herself as she walked through the entrance of the building.
The first thing she did was going to the pharmacy, buying a lot of gauze and bandages. She hoarded at least three medical kit just to be safe.
"–continues to terrify the public as these aliens are confirmed by the government to be real." The voice from the television catches her attention.
Her eyes watched as the counter cleared her purchases. "Families are still mourning over the loss of their loved ones from the incident at Chicago." The news anchor reported as a video was shown of people who were placing candles on the ground, the ruins behind them. "Let's check in on Johnny to see how they're doing. Johnny?"
"Hello, Katherine. New Year's eve usually means a new beginning, but today these families couldn't move on due to the deaths that had occurred when the aliens had cause a massacre in Chicago," Johnny, the news anchor informed with a sorrowful look on his face. "Today we have one of the victim's family member on live television."
"It's tragic at what happened in Chicago not too long ago," The cashier, a woman in her late twenties, sighed as they both watched the news and the statements of the various victims. "Don't you think?"
"It's a real tragedy," Persephone agreed. "God, all those poor family. Bless their hearts."
"I wish the aliens would just get the out of our planet. That way, no one has to suffer that kind of pain again." Het eyes flickered to the nametag, it read 'Karen'. "They brought no good to our planet. I say they are abominations of our Lord and Savior."
Oh my fucking god I'm going to cry.
"Not all of them are bad," Persephone immediately stated, watching a video with a poor quality of Bumblebee ushering the humans to safety while using a car as a shield. "There were good ones who fought for us."
"Good ones or not, these aliens don't belong here," Karen huffed. She said nothing to the cashier, grabbing her paper bag and change before leaving.
" Diyos ko po!" Persephone exclaimed as she exits the pharmacy. " Nakakainis, DEPUTA–" She takes a deep breath, slowing down. " Kumalma ka. Kumalma ka."
She let her head cool off. Breathing through gritted teeth as she did so. There was no use in getting angry about their opinion, especially when Persephone was with the enemy.
Persephone looked at people, smiling when she didn't see them wearing a mask. God, she missed those times before the pandemic occurred.
Persephone went to the bathroom to clean her wound, hissing when she accidentally touched the cut too harsh. Careful to put the gauze over and wrapping it with bandages. Once she was done, Persephone proceeds to go shopping.
She decided to buy some clothes because she was sure that she'd freeze her tits off if she didn't change.
Picking a lot of winter clothes and stuffing every thing she needed to the basket, even grabbing some winter boots her size, before going to the counter.
The girl behind the cashier took all the clothes and cleared the tags with a bored look.
When she handed her credit card, Persephone was panicking. Because what if it doesn't work? What if it declines? God it would be terrifying because the bank would be notified and holy shit, they could use it to track her down, which could lead them to discover she was with Megatron–
"Hi, ma'am. Please enter your pin," the clerk said as she placed the payment terminal in front of her.
She took a deep breath and prayed. Please god let this work.
After she had pressed the enter button, the payment went through and–
Wait, what?
"Thank you for shopping," the cashier said in a monotone voice as she handed her the paper bag; the receipt stapled on the bag and handing over her card.
Persephone took the bag of clothes and took the card, stunned as she walked away. Her credit card worked. Her credit card fucking worked!
She raised her credit card, the light glinting at the red design. "I love you so fucking much," Persephone said as she kissed the card and placed it back in her purse.
A smile tore through her face as she walked towards the bathroom to change some clothes. She licked the stall door and stripped off her dress.
She wore a red sweater and some jeans. Persephone slipped on the pair of winter boots she bought and then wore a white coat. She wore the gloves she bought and wrapped a red scarf around her neck.
Persephone sighed in relief at the warmness she felt. Once she exits the bathroom, Persephone splurged.
A lot.
MATERIAL GWORL. Persephone thought as she walked out of clothing shop with three more paper bags, a smile on her face as she walked around the mall.
She went to different stores, browsing and trying out other outfits.
Seeing the fashion style from that time gave her a sense of nostalgia.
It was fun.
There was no harm in spending more time with herself.
Megatron wondered what made the human weep.
Apparently, humans who have optics leak meant that they were either happy or sad. Judging from how her brows were upturned, she was probably sad.
He didn't make her cry, he was sure of that.
Megatron didn't want to upset her. Coexistence would be a must if he wants to keep her as an ally.
Besides, she wasn't bad for a human.
By the time she was out of the mall, the sun had long since set. He watched her as she approached in a different clothing with a smile on her face.
"Hi! I'm back," She announced as she puts the things she bought into the cabin. "I hope I didn't make you wait too long."
"About time," Megatron grumbled. He didn't exactly like being in the snow for too long. She snorts, covering her mouth. "What's so funny?"
Her mood was extremely giddy after exiting the premises. "It's just that... your fat ass is taking up four parking spots." Persephone giggled. "God damn, I didn't know you had cake!"
Megatron didn't exactly know what she meant by "cake" but he took her words in good humor and retorted as she sat on the driver's seat, "You were the one who begged me to drive to a supermarket and had me covered in snow while I waited for you for quite some time."
He had meant nothing by that, simply wanting to share a good laugh with her. However, to Megatron's dismay, she had misinterpreted her words. Her eyes widened in surprise.
"Wait! No! I... I didn't mean to offend you or anything. I was kidding, I didn't mean it. I'm so, so sorry "
"I was merely humoring you as well, femme." Megatron turned on the headlights as he chuckled at her reaction; turning in the heater so she can warm herself.
Humans can die from too much cold, after all.
The drive was silent, until at least they were almost out of the city. Persephone was silent in her seat as her optics flickered from one way to the other.
Almost like this was her first time seeing the tall buildings within the area.
"Did you enjoy the ride, earlier?" He asked, voice gentle in order not to make her jump.
"Pardon?" Persephone asked, blinking owlishly.
Megatron huffed. "I asked if you found the speeding enjoyable earlier," He repeated. Of course she did. He knew she enjoyed it, especially with that blissful look on her face when the wind blew her hair; not to mention when she screamed with joy.
He just wanted a topic to start on.
She smiled fondly, "Yup! It was fun."
He chuckled. "Good, then we'll be doing that."
"Wait, what–"
She yelped when he tightened his hold on her as he picked speed. He raced through the highway, passing cars as he did; barely missing them.
Small digits gripped the seat as he sped off. Megatron heard her laugh, voice filled with mirth as her optics went wide with excitement; echoing within the cabin.
It was fun to rush into something without having to think about a plan of some sorts.
Now that he thought about it, when was the last time he had 'fun'?
With the war and fighting the oppression from his people, he found comfort in literature and poetry. Megatron frowned upon the people who would race. There were those on Cybertron who would race, hurting themselves in the process if they crash or break a body part.
Now he understood what it felt like.
The rush of adrenaline in his systems, similar to the feeling he felt when he slay his enemies. How his spark raced when everything zoomed past him.
This was fun.
A siren was heard as it pierced the air. "Oh shit." Persephone cursed as she glanced at the mirror. "You have to pull over."
He snickered, "We can outrun it."
"And risk you getting exposed? Fuck no." She pulls out a little tube and puts it on her dermas, turning it a bright shade of red. "Pull over, Megatron. I'll handle this."
"What would you do?"
"Just trust me."
Reluctantly, Megatron slowed as he pulled to the side. He wouldn't admit it but he was worried. Was this how he'd be discovered?
He didn't want to dirty his digits or pedes when squishing a fleshy. Even if he kills them via his cannons, it'll leave a mark. He'd be seen, especially when there are a few humans loitering the sides.
He had no choice but to trust her... whatever it is she'd do.
"Make sure you don't fail." Megatron grumbled. "Otherwise they would catch on to us."
She rolled her optics as she puffed her hair, making them look soft.
"Gee thanks. Not like I'm pressured enough as it is," Persephone hissed. "Just shut up and let me do the talking." She cups her chest, puffing them and seemingly pulling them up before she fixed her clothing; she pulled the coat back a little to emphasize them.
Persephone looked at him through the mirror, batting her eyelashes while she smiled charmingly.
When the human authority knocks on his door, she immediately lowers the window. With a voice he never heard before she greets the insect outside.
"Good day, officer." Persephone smiles coyly as her words dripped with seduction. "How may I help you?"
The officer, human with light hair, dressed in some sort of uniform smiles at her. "Good day to you too, miss. You know why I pulled you over?"
Through the side mirror of the vehicle, Megatron saw her optic ridges raise as she owlishly blinked her optics. There was no trace of evidence that she was deceiving the human male.
How interesting.
If he didn't know any better, Megatron would've believed her.
Persephone tilts her helm to the side, her innocent-looking optics were alluring as she spoke, "I'm... not sure, officer. I'm so sorry."
Megatron glanced at the officer and saw him grins at the femme. "Alright, sweetheart. I'll walk you through it." Puffing his chest out as he leans against the door.
How amusing that she has him wrapped around her digits. Megatron observed, glancing at her and the human male.
As the authoritative figure explained what she did wrong in a condescending manner, he saw how her faceplates shift from confusion to silent shock. "Oh goodness. I'm so sorry, officer. Let me just get my ID–"
"Oh, there's no need for that, sweetheart." The officer smirked. "Just your name and your number would suffice."
Persephone placed a stray hair behind her ear, smiling coyly. "I'm Persephone. Persephone Kore Villamora." She introduced herself and gave him a long set of numbers. "I'm really sorry for the trouble, officer."
"It's fine. No harm done." He smiled, tipping his hat to her. "Have a good day, sweetheart."
"You as well, officer," She bashfully replied.
The human male steps away, walking back to his vehicle. He watched as the innocent look she had—honestly, even he was convinced she can't hurt an insect—turned to annoyance and disgust. "My god, that was gross."
She gagged and he laughed at her. "I must admit, that was entertaining to watch, femme."
"He wasn't my type!" The femme whined as she smacked her face to the palm of her hand. "At least you got some fun out of it."
"Are all human males gullible?" Megatron managed to ask as he laughed. She was a convincing liar—indeed living up to her title as a Decepticon soldier.
"Most of them. We jut got lucky," Persephone answered with a grimace. "The sad thing is, if I had been honest he'd probably arrest me and they would find out about you. Sometimes, you have to look pretty and innocent, make them think your gullible while they mansplain things to you that you already know."
Megatron pondered over her words. "Why would you do that?"
"It feeds their ego, makes them think that they have you right where they want you when in reality it's the other way around," She chuckled, shaking head. "They can't take no for an answer. So, us women find creative ways to avoid them."
"Even I find that horrible." Megatron answered as he checked to see if the officer was gone—he made sure the male insect was gone—before stepping on the gas as they sped to their destination.
The femmes sour mood turned joyful as she rolled down the window again and stick her head out.
Megatron finds his optics focused on her as she smiled, eyes filled with awe and wonder at the sky.
The stars above twinkled as he made sure she didn't fall from the window when she sticked the upper half of her body out; screaming and whooping with joy, her laughter echoing into the emptiness of the road.
He slowed down when she clang to the seat, a giggling mess with a crazed look in her optics.
"That was fun! Let's do it again!"
"Perhaps, some other time." He hums as the vehicle ran at a normal speed. "I wish to admire the night sky while I am alone... or rather with quiet company."
"Quiet company, got it!" She gave him a thumbs up as she rests her arms on the open window and laying her to them.
She was silent.
And finally there was some peace and quiet.
It was nice to have the world silent as he moved about. He felt her shift in her sit and watched her put some wires into her audios and resume her former position.
With her body leaning against the doorway, right at her chest is where he can feel her spark humming softly.
Megatron had never heard of such a thing before—an organic having a spark.
It felt weird.
It felt wrong.
He knew why it felt wrong because the spark doesn't belong to flesh and blood.
He remembers a silly belief back in Cybertron. Primes rarely had a sparkmate, and if they do then it meant that they exist to aid the Prime while they carry out their sparkmate's order. It was believed that they were handpicked by Primus—a symbol of divine interference.
It was a myth, there were no reliable facts. However, it made him question his beliefs.
A divine interference seemed silly, but a femme from a different universe with a spark is sitting in his cabin. If that is real, then who is to say that a Prime having a sparkmate isn't?
Even if that is true, it wouldn't occur.
Megatron believed it to be Elita One, seeing as she has the proper processor and an excellent tactician. Besides from that, he knew that Elita and Optimus were madly in love with one another.
And how else would you hurt someone? By hurting their loved ones, of course.
He enjoyed the look of horror on Optimus's face when he stabbed the femme commander of the Autobots right through the spark.
So, obviously that was already taken care of.
Megatron watched her with her eyes closed, a blissful smile on her lips. It was strange to see a fleshling within his cabin.
He found it ironic how a human had forced him to retreat and go into hiding, and how a human could also help him.
Persephone moved to shuffle in her seat, reaching over to the paper bags and took a long huge cloth from it. She closed the windows and wrapped herself in the fabric before setting her head to the truck's window, eyes clothes as she yawned.
It wasn't long before her breathing slowed.
She must be recharging.
This was the first time Megatron had seen her up close, at least close during a vulnerable state. Her features were soft, almost delicate despite her brows were furrowed.
She mumbles in a different language, whimpering every now and then. It wasn't until he saw leakage in her optics did he do something.
What a strange human. Was she unhappy? Only moments ago she was smiling!
The femme looked sad, her dermas quivering as she whimpered.
It was something along the lines of "Please stop...", "I'm not going crazy...", "I'll be behave, just stop..." at least from what he can translate in the foreign language she spoke in.
"You are safe," He softly murmured to her. "You are safe... as long as I am here. I will keep my promise."
She sniffled as she turned to her side, the wires still connected to her audios. He carefully adjusted the sit, reclining it as he made sure her recharge was undisturbed; tightening his hold on her.
Surprisingly, that helps with making her weeping stop. Persephone snuggles against the seat and Megatron could feel something wet against him—a tear the slid down her faceplates.
Whatever it is she was weeping of, she had settled from it when Persephone leaned her body into the seat.
He looked her over for a moment, making sure she was comfortable before he went back in focusing to the road.
The rest of the ride was quiet.
End of Chapter V
Translations:
"Diyos ko po!" - "Oh my god!"
Nakakainis, DEPUTA–" - "That is so annoying, FUCKING–"
"Kumalma ka. Kumalma ka." - "Calm down. Calm down"
Author's Note:
What's this? Another update? And that's on what? SLEEP DEPRIVATION PURR!!!
—Stwawbewwy
