VIII. Fish Out of Water
"Look, I know what I did was uncalled for, but you have to understand that I don't want to explain while there were plenty of humans—especially Mearing—within the room! Plus, so we could sell them the excuse that neutrals are just terrified of being dragged into the war"
"Orders are orders. But personally, I think you're insane."
Leon sat in what seemed to be a Med Bay, with Ratchet making sure he's tied to the berth. After his little outburst, pulling a Sam Witwicky when he saw Alice in the second movie, he was immediately sedated.
Hence, he woke up in the Med Bay.
Ironhide snorts. "What he did was funny. Reminds me of that Witwicky boy who seemed to scream a lot. But how would we know you're not some Deceptiscum spy?"
"Thanks, Sam was my inspiration for that. Also, you don't see no goddamn insignia on me, dude." Leon snickered, but stopped when he saw the menacing look on the Weapon Specialist's face.
He shrinks in his birth when the mech approaches. "How do you know him?" He huffed and Leon could hear his cannon whirring to life.
Leon gulped. "Okay, believe it or not, I'm not from this universe." He blurts out. "I'm from a different universe where you guys are NOT real. You guys are works of fiction. I want to help you guys, because the humans will turn against you guys."
Ratchet and Ironhide looked at each other, they seemed to have a silent conversation. Leon wondered if what he did was right. Wouldn't this change the course of action?
He weighed the pros and cons in his head. It'd be nice to not follow a written narrative, away from what was expected and to venture the unknown. On the other hand, it could lead to a much more horrifying scenario where he doesn't know how or when to act—like a fish out of water.
He thought about it for a second, before he made a decision.
Whatever. Gotta roll with the punches.
There were thundering footsteps, which made Leon snap his attention to the Med Bay's doors. Optimus Prime, in all his glory, walked in with a purpose.
As much as Leon pins for the Decepticon team, this is Optimus Prime. The Optimus Prime in the flesh. So, it was no surprise that he got giddy like some kid opening their Christmas present.
"I require evidence that could back up your claims." The Prime rumbled, irritation clear in the tone of his voice. "You must understand how absurd you sound right now."
With the way he was looking at him, it reminded Leon of when Maria was doing something really important and he disturbed her. Or when Persephone was in the middle of her ramblings and he interrupted her.
Leon nods his head.
"Okay, so I'm Leon. I'm a human. Well... I was a human. I have two younger sisters and a mother. My sister and I were in France while our youngest sibling was here in America in her little cottage. Well, she got into an accident, so now she's in a coma. I got hammered and I woke up here. In that universe I came from, you guys are just fictional characters. Part of a franchise for children, marketed, and sold. There are several shows about you guys like Transformers Animated, Transformers Prime, Bayverse, and whatnot; and there's comics too. Although, I've read snippets of IDW but I don't have time to read allof it," He explained, recalling things from memory. "Judging from what you guys look like, I'm probably in the Bayverse. Bayverse is the live action adaptation of your story directed by a guy named Michael Bay—hence the term 'Bayverse'."
Ratchet and Ironhide looked identically surprised, but what made Leon uneasy was the look on Optimus's face. It was unreadable, eyes narrowed with a skeptical look to him. Neon blue eyes seemed to pierce through him and he felt so exposed.
It was... terrifying.
The poor man didn't know what to do if they didn't believe him. Would they think he's a spy of some sorts? Leon's mind was racing, finding it hard to speak.
"Look, you have to believe me." Leon urged as he looked at them. "And not to mention, once you guys encounter Harold Attinger shit will hit the fan. And I... don't want that to happen."
Ironhide crossed his arms, fixing a scrutinizing gaze at him. "Why are you so eager to help the Autobots?"
Leon sighed.
"Because that's what my youngest sister would have wanted." He shrugged. "I'm more of a Decepticon at heart—wanting to cause havoc and shit—I'm in no position to do that. Probably if I came here around the first movie, maybe, but given the timeline I'd only add more reasons why humans would hate cybertronians if I became a menace. Besides, I think my sister would have helped you if she was in my shoes. So, I'd do it for her sake."
The mechs discussed within themselves, and Leon could overhear bits and pieces as they talk about the pros and cons of his presence.
Leon didn't mind, as long as he's alive.
Ironhide was alive, so it meant that he managed to avoid Sentinel's rust gun. That or he wasn't within the area. He was glad that happened, since Ironhide was one of his favorites.
If that were to be the case, then what else was changed in this universe?
Leon wondered if he would see his family again. His chest weighed heavily at the possibility of never seeing them.
Maybe there were variants of them in this world? That could also play a possibility. Some multiverse shit could be possible.
However, that didn't seem to soothe his ache. They were his family, yes, but they weren't his family. It belonged to this world's version of him. He wondered if he exists in this world at all.
Either way, he didn't want to disturb them.
It seemed rude.
Ratchet then walks up, releasing him from his shackles. The ache in his wrists lessened, but they were still sore. He instinctively rubbed his wrist.
"Thank you for trusting me," Leon said to them, smiling.
"Leon, we would be grateful for your help. The war may be lost, but to have an ally by our side is nonetheless appreciated. Any Decepticon is being hunted down as we speak, with your help we can join forces." Optimus spoke in a tone with such sincerity that it reminded him of that one time he was watching the first movie, with the Prime's closing speech that had him almost standing up to fight Decepticons.
The Prime offered a hand to him.
And Leon felt like he was a kid again and meeting his number one hero in the flesh. It was kind of like the reality he was here is starting to sink in, that Optimus Prime and the Autobots were real.
His eyes widened with a smile on his face so big, he thought it'd rip his face open. "It's a pleasure to work with you, Optimus. I am a very big fan."
Sure, he wanted to be a Decepticon, but it's not everyday he gets to meet the infamous Autobot Leader that is Optimus Prime.
This is so cool!
"The pleasure is mine." The Prime nods.
It was like a dream come true, to be in the Transformers universe and be a cybertronian. He caught a glimpse of a very giant mirror and the robot that stared back at him almost made him shit his pants.
The mech was an onyx black from head to toe with a body that was physically fit—like a soldier. There were two wings that sprouted from their back that looked a lot like a pair of car doors. He moved his arms, waving and flailing around and the reflection followed his movements.
Oh, that is me.
"Damn." Leon said, clearly impressed as he flexed his limbs like he was a bodybuilder; marvelling his reflection. "I. Am. Hot... as fuck." The mech winks at him in the reflection, ruby red optics staring back at him.
No wonder they were suspicious of me.
He halts in his steps when he remembered he wasn't alone. Slowly, he turns to the three mechs who were giving him a mixed look of confusion and amusement. "I am so sorry. This is my first time seeing myself... in this body."
If his little sisters were with him, he'd take them on a joy ride; breaking every speeding law that exists. Maria would scold them while Persephone would definitely egg him on.
It was a nice thought.
Chromia scowled at him, crossing her arms.
Leon knows she's Chromia, with her colors and her indistinguishable features. She looks cool. Badass. Terrifying.
"What are your games, 'Con?"
"I'm an Autobot tho."
She huffs, walking over to him with a scrutinizing gaze. The blue femme was a bit smaller than him, but he could feel her looking down at him. "If I find out you're scheming something, I will not hesitate to send you to the Pits myself. Am I understood?" Chromia glared at him, leaning into his face; she was too close which made him lean backwards.
"Crystal Clear, ma'am." Leon raised his hand, gulping as he anticipated her next move.
Chromia scoffed as she walked away, leaving the firing range for cybertronians. Leaving the poor mech scrambling for his nerves, and thank god he didn't shit himself if transformers were even capable of doing that.
Definitely gonna avoid her.
She was cool as fuck in the show, but in person? Leon felt like she could squish and it made him just wanna... hide.
"Oh, you must be the new guy!" Leon turns to see a pink and white femme. "I'm Arcee. Nice to meet you."
Leon gave her a nervous smile. "The names Leon," He said as he offered her a hand. "Former human, now cybertronian."
"Nice to meet you Leon!" Arcee chirped, shaking his hand. He had to regain his balance with how strong she shook his hand. "Are you practicing how to shoot?"
He nods his head.
"Yeah, but uh... I don't exactly know how to activate my weapons if I had any since I'm new to this body. So, I'm just chillin' in Cedar Rapids."
Arcee nods his head. "But we're not in Cedar Rapids."
"Oh, I know. It's from a vine clip from Hillary Clinton." Leon explained. "It's uh... It's this one big inside joke. It started around twenty-thirteen."
The pink femme chuckled. "Earth humor is weird. So, I suppose it has yet to occur, no? Given that we are one year from it coming into fruition."
"I'm so excited!" The mech squealed as he jumped up and down, laughing. "God it feels weird to experience something like it's the first time. Oh my god, you're gonna love it Arcee! Oh and maybe even Sideswipe! Or Bumblebee!"
"Ah, so you do know about us."
"What?"
"I heard from Ratchet that you're from a universe where we're not real. In your words 'fiction'."
He stopped in his actions, fingers fidgeting. "Yeah. You guys were... fictional characters. But, obviously now you're real." Leon nervously laughed.
He hoped she wouldn't question him about the authentication of his story. It was fun, explaining where he came from, but he didn't feel like talking about it right now.
Arcee paused, pursing her lips.
"Ratchet also mentioned that there were variations of the story and whatnot. So, I need to ask," She took a deep breath, a hopeful look in her eyes. "Is there... a storyline where Cliffjumper is alive?"
Leon's posture immediately changed, like a cracked whip. His relaxed, normal pose transformed into a stupor. He flinched as if he was hit across the face, and he might as well be because that question in itself caught him off guard.
He doesn't know how to answer that question.
He doesn't know how to answer her at all.
Leon could feel his lips quiver. "Well, to be honest... not that I know of."
That was the only answer he could force out of his mouth. He didn't want to tell her the heart-breaking truth about Cliffjumper.
And like a balloon that popped, Arcee deflated. Her optics flickered from side to side as if the information was heavy to absorb, and he couldn't blame her. "So, I take it that in every media portrayal of him, Cliff was bound to die?"
Leon doesn't answer. He doesn't have the heart to answer her question.
However, his silence was enough of an answer for her. "I see." The pink femme smiles bitterly. "Tell me. Was he also your favourite?"
"Yes. Even I wished that he'd be alive longer." Leon answered as his gaze lowered.
The two of them stood there, simmering in sadness. She wanted the truth but Leon didn't want to lie to her, so what choice does he have? He wished he could change the red Autobot Lieutenant's fate.
But alas, no amount of fanfiction could seem to change that. Even the authors rarely write around it.
"You know, he was sometimes stupid. Cliffjumper, I mean." Arcee chuckled, shaking her head. "He has a habit of rolling with the punches."
"Yeah, I noticed," Leon agreed with a nod of his head. "That's what made me like him. He was smart and cool because he can come up with a plan as things roll out."
"You know, I always told him "You know one day it's going to bite you back in the ass, right?" and you know what he said?"
"What did he say?"
"He said and I quote "As if! But hey, if it happens, I'll drag as many Deceptiscum with me." And that made me laugh because I thought he was silly."
Arcee laughs softly.
Leon could see the fondness on her face, the way she smiled with a distant look in her eyes.
"Now that you mention it, she reminds me of my sisters when we were younger. Well, the youngest sister, Sephie." He chuckled, remembering the times Persephone would come back from school with her usual messy hair and their aunts would think that she was merely playing. Then, that night, she'd give the letter and it was a surprise how she wasn't kicked out at all. "She used to have a habit of diving into things head first, act now and think later. To be fair, Sephie never lost a fight when it came to being physical. Although, growing up she became more tamer. God, you should've seen the kids her age that she had an altercation with."
The both of them shared a laugh. It was nice, talking about fond memories.
"I didn't think humans were so violent, even at such a young age!" The pink femme gasped, neon blue eyes wide.
"Some of them." He shrugged. "But Sephie is smart! Violent, but smart. The youngest has always been the gremlin of the family. I think if she were here, she'd make a fine Autobot." Leon snickered, sighing longingly. "Although, I'm glad she isn't here."
Arcee tilts her head to the side. "Why?"
"Sephie told me over the phone that not everyone is meant to be a soldier. That we should think carefully on who we drag into the war with us."
"Smart femme." The pink Autobot hums, nodding her head. "You mentioned you have another sister. What is she like?"
"Oh. Maria? She's super cool too!" Leon gushed. "She's demure. Between the three of us, she's the less harmful one... in terms of physical strength. Oh, but she's super smart! Maria has a way with words, like she would use your own words against you. Mom asked her why she doesn't want to be a lawyer because she'd be a great lawyer, but she wanted to pursue her dreams of being a theatre actress."
"Oh, wait! I almost forgot why I was here in the first place!" Arcee exclaimed, holding her hands out. "I'm supposed to teach you how to shoot targets."
Leon blinked at her.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
"You're going to teach me?!" Leon's eyes widened as a face-tearing grin split his face. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god."
He squealed, hands clenched as he jumped around. Leon did a victory dance, before he remembered who was in front of him. He didn't miss the annoyed looks that the human—he didn't notice they were there—threw his way.
"Sorry," Leon sheepishly smiled at them, bowing out of habit whenever he apologized. He turns to Arcee, with eyes wide as he clasped his hands together and said, "Okay! So, where do we start?"
This should be easy.
If it weren't for the way her chest rise and fall, Megatron would've thought she was dead. She wasn't moving—not her fingers, her limbs, her head nor her mouth.
But at least she was breathing.
She looked different too. Despite her actions mimicking that of a corpse, her body seemed to change— she seemed to change.
The human's skin had become sickly pale, the purple veins beneath her skin seemed more visible than before. The wound in her arm has yet to stop bleeding. Her dermas had turned dry. Cracked. There were dark circles beneath her optics, and she was... her skin was burning to the touch whenever he poked her.
She looked worse than she did before; with every day he checked on her, Persephone looked like she grew sicker than she did yesterday.
And Megatron feared that she would never wake up.
That night, he had woken up because of her tiny pedes walking in the snow. The femme was singing softly to herself until she went inside an old-looking structure. Megatron found out later that it was a chapel.
He decided to follow her out of curiosity. It was late and humans are usually in recharge at that time. Megatron planned on scaring her, making her jump a little even.
But then she was taking too long.
He waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Until he thought that maybe she was trying to contact the authorities to turn him in. Megatron knows she wouldn't do that—she seemed genuine in wanting to help him—but he couldn't exactly just trust a human that easily.
They were easily persuaded. Often nimble and weak to clasps of temptation.
So, when he tore the roof of the house to terrorize her, he expected her to be afraid. And she is horrified... but not in a way he wanted her to be.
Megatron could vividly see her like that whenever he closed his optics—mouth gaping in silent horror, sitting on the floor, eyes wide
with her servo pressed to her chassis while her hand was stretched out; as if she needed help. And the way she called out to him right before she collapsed on the ground.
The veins beneath her skin glowed a bright purple and her spark shone beneath her bones and flesh. However, her scar was gone—the huge one she had inflicted upon herself.
What was happening to her?
For the first time, Megatron didn't know what to do.
He wondered if this was Primus's way of punishing him. To look after a small, tiny femme whom was plopped on to his lap with no warning.
Megatron didn't exactly care about her, she was just one of his soldiers at this point. His pet, if he will. But it had been long since he had an intellectual convention with anyone.
Three hundred and sixty-seven days since he had communicated with anyone. The sparklings don't count, they answer him in gibberish—they have yet to speak properly.
And then this femme showed up.
If Megatron was being honest, Persephone wasn't exactly what he thought she was. He wondered why she was here in the first place. Who could have sent her?
She knew too much.
That tiny little helm of hers was filled with knowledge that not even a Prime could stand against. She understood who was in front of her and what they were capable of—what Megatron was capable of.
"I want to help you."
He remembers her saying how it was unfair that he was written as some stupid oaf. Frankly, even Megatron was offended. Although he figured that with her understanding of his universe, the warlord expected her to go against him. To stop him. To try and change his mind like Orion used to back when Cybertron thrived.
But her?
She seemed eager to aid him, something that was out of the ordinary.
The humans he had encountered were selfish, throwing their own kin to achieve whatever goal they have that they want to take. Persephone was no different, she was selfish herself but for a different reason.
She was selfish in a sense that she would let her own species die and suffer just to help him, and Megatron had wondered if Persephone just wanted to watch the world burn.
"If you allow me to get that far in this life. Could I also get front row seats?"
He snickered when he remembered her words. What a strange femme. Perhaps his shoulders would be comfortable enough to be her 'front row seat'.
Right now she was still asleep—or rather barely alive. Megatron made sure that she was warm enough, dragging the soft mattress in her tent so she could rest in a much more comfortable manner.
He hoped that she would wake soon.
"I think you have recharged for far too long, femme. Three days is enough, no?" Megatron huffed, poking her softly. "Wake up."
Nothing.
It was morning, the sky was bright. The sparklings were playing among themselves, and yet his spark seemed to weigh heavy for this femme.
For this human.
"You're not allowed to die. Remember that you still have your part to fulfil, Persephone." Megatron huffed as he stood up, looking at her for a moment before he went to do his rounds.
No one could ever find him, lest he turns off his cloaking device or he sends out a message to his Decepticons. The warlord wondered how they fared and if how many of them had survived.
As he was about to come back, he heard the distant sound of coughing.
A human coughing.
It took a second to register before his processor had functioned properly that it was Persephone. Megatron ran towards her, not caring if the ground shook beneath his pedes. Not caring if he himself would cause an Earthquake, even.
He just needed to reach her.
And by some miracle, Persephone was coughing as she sat up. She rolls to the side, dropping to the ground on her hands and knees as she dry heaves.
He finds himself telling her, "Are you alright?"
The softness in his voice had shocked him, Megatron reeled back at himself. Surprised at the genuine concern in his voice, but he brushed it aside as being concerned for one of his allies.
Persephone gagged as her body seemed to sag, leaning on the mattress on her side. "Fuck... where the fuck am I?!" He hears the panic in her voice, the slight edge of hysteria in her sentence.
Megatron shushes her, caressing the side of her head ever so softly. Afraid that he might break her with how fragile she looked. Her head turns, optics closed as she hugged his digit like her life depended on it—pressing herself against him that the warlord wouldn't be surprised if she eventually sticks to it.
"You are safe." He comforts her as she clings to him silently. "No one will harm you while I'm here."
"I had the weirdest dream," Persephone softly said, her body warm. "I was... in a field of flowers. They were purple. I think you would have loved them. Also, I saw Optimus Prime." She chuckled, shaking her head. "I don't remember much, but I just know it was a wack dream."
Digits gently wrapped around her as Megatron brought her closer to him. "All dreams are weird." He chuckled. "How are you? You were gone for days, femme. I... I was worried."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you... I don't know what happened to me."
She finally turns to him, opening her optics. They weren't dark colored like they used to be. Her eyes were a sea of soft velvet hues of lilac and violet that looked so hypnotizing, and they seemed to glow softly. He had seen humans, their optics often had this thing called 'pupil' in the middle; but she didn't have any. "What happened to your optics?" Megatron asked.
The human femme looks at him with hazy eyes, brows furrowed in confusion. "What about them?"
"Your optics. They've... changed."
Her brows furrowed in confusion. "I didn't grow a third eye, did I?" The warlord would have laughed at her had it not been for the genuine horror on her face.
"No, you did not."
"Oh, thank god!"
"But they did change color."
"...What?"
Megatron watched her as she asked him to put her down, using his servo to support her when she stumbled. "You must rest, femme. You are unwell."
She pays him no mind as she shuffles through her things, pulling out a mirror and gasping. The mirror falls from her grasp. It lands softly on the ground below her as her hands clasp on her mouth, her eyes wide in surprise.
Persephone turns to him, and he could see the anxiety bubbling within her. "Why are they changing?!" Her eyes flicker from one place to another. "What's... What's happening to me?!" She whimpers, looking at her arms to see the glowing veins beneath her skin.
When he came to scoop her in his servo, she was vibrating—she was trembling, her lips moving swiftly that her words came out as gibberish, but he was able to understand bits of it.
"... Anong nangyayari sakin?!... Bakit ako nagkaganito?... Diyos ko po, 'di ko na alam kung ano ang nangyayari... Mamamatay na ba ako?..."
There was a rapid thumping in her chest that Megatron thought something was hammering its way out of her until he remembered that humans have a 'heart' instead of a 'spark'. Her breathing was fast too, while tears seemed to prick at the edges of her eyes.
"Persephone," Megatron called out to her softly as he gently placed his thumb on her face to guide her helm to look at him, caressing— it helps humans, right?—to ease her worries. Pale, sickly lips trembled as her knuckles seemed to turn white when she clenched the fabric around her torso. "You have nothing to fear, little one."
She coughed violently, before she slumped in his grasp. Fleshy limbs wrapped themselves around his digit.
"Megatron... I feel tired."
Her eyes flutter shut, the words out of her mouth just before she slumps down back to recharge.
And then he remembered that humans need to eat otherwise they would be much more vulnerable to sickness.
Gently, he sets her down on her berth. The warlord made sure that she was warm enough, before he rummaged through her pantry. Humans did have a habit of ingesting warn things while they were sick... at least based on what he read on the internet.
The sparklings were playing among themselves, rolling around the snow and laughing among themselves. A soft smile blossomed on his face, before he went back on his mission.
Megatron looked at Persephone, making sure that she was indeed asleep before he activated his nanoform—something Shockwave had insisted on installing him with, alongside his holoform. It should make blending in with the organics more easier and more believable.
Seeing as he was a bit smaller now, managing through human cutlery was... weird. He followed the instructions, adding just the right amount of water to the saucer from the many water containers that she insisted be put somewhere near the fire.
"So it wouldn't freeze during the cold." He remembers her saying.
He stirred the contents every now and then, making sure that it would be something easy for her to digest.
Humans' palette was strange because according to the instructions, he should add one fresh egg into the soup. Megatron had to take a double look on the back of the sachet that said 'Crab Corn Soup' at the front. Either way, he did as instructed, sneaking in a taste out of curiosity.
Nanoforms or holoforms can consume organic food to use as energy, which is a very smart mechanism in case energon rations run out. However, that could be the last resort seeing as it wouldn't be enough to power a cybertronian for a day.
Hypothetically, with how much power their forms are using to activate the holoform or nanoform, a cybertronian would have to consume a very large amount of—in this case—human food.
About three to four days of human food could refill a cybertronian's tanks for a day.
A method Megatron isn't keen to resort to unless necessary.
He blows the soup, making sure it isn't burning before taking a sip. And, as strange as it was, it did taste good.
The warlord puts all of the liquid into a bowl, letting it cool off before he finds himself sitting beside her bed. Even in his nanoform, she was still so small.
He was careful in his actions, afraid he might crush her. "Persephone," Megatron gently wakes her from her recharge.
The human's tanks need to be refilled, otherwise she'd grow even more sick.
Which could result—seeing as humans are very fragile—into an early death.
Groggily, she sat up, rubbing her eyes. "What?"
"You need sustenance," His voice soft as he answered her. "You haven't refilled your tanks in three days. Here." Megatron raised the spoon to her mouth. "Eat."
Her optics were squinted, like they were trying their best to be awake.
Nonetheless, her mouth opens.
She could feed herself. Humans are independent creatures, but Megatron had also read something about how humans are very weak when they are sick to the point that they couldn't even sustain themselves properly. If he lets her feed herself, the soup will spill which will result in more chores.
With a sigh, the warlord feeds her.
When she chews her soup— do humans have to chew soup?—her mouth is slow, her head slowly lolling up and down. Nonetheless she ate the meal he was slowly giving to her. Slow only because she was slow in digesting the contents in her mouth.
Her eyes fluttered open slightly, squinting at the snow before slowly looking up at him.
With the way she was looking up at him—optics lidded, cheeks slightly red due to the fever, and brows furrowed upwards—added with the sleepy look on her face made her look so...
...so helpless.
Persephone looked so vulnerable.
So gullible.
So innocent.
She looked like she would break just under the slightest pressure.
And who is there to aid her?
Him.
Megatron marvels at how small she looked, feeding her as he did so. There was something alluring at the idea of her... depending on him.
She already is depending on him. What with how she is tied to his side, helping her survive in a universe that isn't her own. However, to visually see her weak like this had made the warlord feel good.
Just her, being meek. Obediently allowing him to feed her with her cheeks shaded red. Her eyes, despite being drowsy, still looked at him. Observing him silently.
And then she spoke.
"Why are you small?"
Her voice is soft and tiny. He heard her voice before, even up close. But to hear it in a size that was a little near hers had his spark humming in his chassis.
If it weren't for how he held the bowl in his hand, centered at the palm of his servo, Megatron was sure he would've dropped it when her hand reached up to rest at the side of his faceplates. He didn't movenor did he speak in fear of frightening the little organic.
And he looks down at her, observing the fond look in her eyes despite the drowsy haze that they held.
The warmth from her fingers— her touch—was inviting in the harsh and bitter cold that Megatron finds himself leaning into her grasp.
Megatron despised the cold.
Especially the ice. The snow.
It reminded him of a grim memory that humans had once imprisoned him, experimented on him in order to advance their primitive gadgets, and made him feel inferior. In the cold, he is reminded of things being out of control.
The warmth from her body calls to him, compelling him to bury himself within the tiny digits she possessed. So when he opened his optics— when had they closed?—to look at her, Persephone was smiling at him.
She didn't say anything.
No quips, chirps nor smart remarks.
Just silence.
His helm was swimming from the contact of having her tiny servo pressed against the side of his face; his free hand going so far as to press hers against him. As if the simple contact wasn't enough. As if Megatron demanded more.
The cybertronian was used to being looked at with fear. To be regarded with caution and respect, whether it was a façade or not. So, to be gazed upon with unfathomable adoration—despite the sleepiness in her eyes—had him at loss for words.
Megatron despised the cold, the warlord rather loved warm or hotter temperatures.
And she was warm.
Persephone yawned, rubbing her optics which resulted with her hand withdrawing from his faceplates... much to his dismay. She merely plops on her back, her mouth slightly ajar.
She was fast asleep.
Megatron chuckled as he made sure she was warm in her berth. How adorable.
The warlord left her to rest.
End of Chapter VIII
Translation:
"...Anong nangyayari sakin?!... Bakit ako nagkaganito?... Diyos ko po, 'di ko na alam kung ano ang nangyayari... Mamamatay na ba ako?..." - "...What's happening to me?!... Why am I like this?... Oh my god, I don;t know what's happening anymore... Am I going to die?..."
Author's Note:
I wanted to post the two (7 and 8)chapters around June 23, but I had to be rushed to the ER(Emergency Room) because I had too much coffee and my body started giving me migraines to the point I puke a lot.
So, I am so sorry for posting this a little late. Anyways, I'm glad you guys enjoy and love my story! I hope these two chapters would also be to your liking w
—Stwawbewwy
