Author's Note:
So... I almost got admitted to the psych ward because I attempted to kill myself and had several sh cases which really fucked me up. Had to be rushed to the ER several times. I'm having a hard time fighting and I feel so tired every day and I sometimes don't know what to do anymore. Anyways, enough about me so here's the chapter for y'all hop you enjoy!
XVI. Keep It To Ourselves
There are stars in the infinite sky from Earth. Here Megatron could see them with his very own optics, although he preferred looking at them through her optics.
Whenever he looks at them, Megatron can't help but feel like he is submerged in that lilac ocean of hers.
"Why have you never cut your hair?"
"Why do you ask?"
"It's rare for human femmes to have hair that long."
His fingers tangled at the ends of her hair as he sat beside her.
"I don't like cutting my hair," Persephone answered, smiling at him. "My aunts used to cut my hair," she gestures to her neck with her hands in a horizontal line, "they would cut it short. I never liked that, especially when they did it immediately that short. Makes me lose balance."
Megatron's spark sinks at the sad look on her face. He holds her chin, turning it to the side to plant a soft kiss to her cheek. Because humans loved kisses, right?
"Long hair suits you, little one," Megatron says to her softly.
Persephone turns to him, planting a kiss on his cheek as well. "Thank you, Lord Megatron," she smiles lovingly at him, "I'm glad you think so."
My beautiful Persephone.
The warlord cradles her face. Her cheeks had grown sunken as well as her eyes.
She doesn't look great.
She doesn't look healthy.
He doesn't know much about humans but he knew they shouldn't look like that.
My poor beautiful Persephone.
"Little one, how are you?" Megatron asks her concerned, "Is there anything I can do for you?" He wanted to make her comfortable as much as possible.
"I'm alright as long as you're by my side, Megatron," she smiles sweetly at him, leaning into his touch, "I must confess something to you–" Persephone's attention shifts away from him. "Oh, hello, Shockwave."
Megatron watched as the scientist gave a respectful bow. "Greetings, Lord Megatron, Persephone. I plan to collect blood from the human femme."
"Again?!" He growled at him, "How many times must you torment her with all these needles? Can you not see that she is sick?!" The warlord stands from where he rests, snarling at his comrade.
Persephone frowns at him. "It's fine–"
"But, Lord Megatron, your orders were to make sure the human femme lives," Shockwave reminds him carefully, "I am merely securing her survival."
"Find another way!" Megatron hissed.
Persephone rolled her eyes, raising her hand to get their attention. Surprisingly, it worked.
"I'll be fine," Persephone said, "I hate needles but if this is necessary then I don't have a choice." Her fingers rested on his clenched servo which sent his spark racing and by Primus it was exhilarating.
"You'll get hurt."
"True, but I'll live at least."
The way she shrugs, as if getting hurt was normal, disturbed them. It's from the way she grew.
Right then and there, the warlord decided that he would keep her safe. That no harm comes to her, in every way that would scar her fragile human mind. He wanted to protect her.
To protect his Persephone.
Megatron reluctantly gave Shockwave the permission to step forward, but not without a threat to the scientist.
:Thank her for she is the reason I have not scrapped you just for touching her.:
Shockwave looks at him, his helm snapping to the warlord. Although he appeared emotionless, Megatron notes the hints that gave away that tells Shockwave was surprised.
"Thank you for allowing me access to your energon, Persephone." Shockwave followed his instructions.
"Why are you saying that like you're reading from a script?" She laughs. Persephone lays back down with a grimace. "Make it fast, please."
The scientist nods his head. She turns to Megatron and the warlord could see the fear in her optics.
"I am still not used to seeing your optics... purple," He says to distract her from her blood extraction.
"Really?" She responds with a raise of her optic ridge.
"Yes. If I am honest. I was quite fond of your optics when they were a deep brown—black even." Megatron admits. "Reminds me of the lunar sky when I look at them. Beautiful, if I am honest."
Her face turns red.
Persephone's eyes widen slightly, a soft yelp escapes her when the needle stabs her. Her discomfort—the way she clenches her jaw, giving him a tight-lipped smile of reassurance as if to say she's okay—sets his spark heavy.
He does not understand why his energon boils when she is hurt. Why guilt would suddenly eat away at his spark whenever she is in pain.
No.
Megatron knows why.
He just didn't want to admit it.
No, he did not want to admit the way his mood would lift whenever she gives him one of those pretty smiles of hers. He did not want to admit that his spark would hum so loud in its chambers at the mere mention of her name.
Oh, what had Persephone done to him?
This was wrong.
This was wrong in so many ways.
First, this was not how it was supposed to be.
No. No. No.
No, she was the one who should have... developed such feelings for him. Similar to her flower of love that he had nurtured so she would stay beside him, utilize her powers against the Autobots.
He wondered, had it been Persephone's flower of feelings he was indulging in or had it been a delusion of his to mask what he felt?
Not only that, but a cybertronian with a different species? Such a thing was a song of tragedy and sparkbreak.
Megatron did not wish to be a part of any ballad regarding said tragedy.
And yet how could he resist her?
How could he resist Persephone?
Primus... she is adorable.
The coldness that breaks him from his thoughts almost makes him jump, his helm snapping to his servo where the bitter cold bites him. Megatron is surprised to see Persephone's fingers touching his palm with a worried look on her face.
"Are you okay?" She asked, purple optics searching his.
Shockwave had stuck a cotton ball to her arm, taping it in place. After Shockwave took what he needed, the scientist left them alone.
"I am fine, little one," He reassured her, thinking for a moment before he says, "Humor me, Persephone. I wish to know your thoughts."
She tilts her head. "Oh?"
"If someone where to be infatuated, how do you think they should... reveal what they feel?" Megatron asked, looking anywhere but her.
"What? Don't tell me you like someone," Persephone mused and upon his silence she smiles. "Oh... who is it that you like? Fancy someone back in Cybertron?"
"None of your business."
He did not mean to do that. He did not want to snap at her, not when the conversation would have turned sweet. Megatron glances to where Barricade is when a scream reaches his audios, only to see the other human girl causing a ruckus.
He snorts at his soldier's unfortunate duty.
"Oh... I see." Persephone's voice was cold, as if out of nowhere Megatron had been stabbed. Her voice a bitter winter compared to the time he had been frozen and it made him shudder.
The warlord turns to look at her, seeing her looking past him to... whatever it is she's looking at.
The air seemed heavy, the sky had a tint of purple despite it being noon. Megatron wasn't sure if it was inside his head, but he could have sworn he heard the sound if electricity cracking for a brief moment.
Persephone's eyes were filled with anger and sadness, the colors of lilac and violets glowing as she glares at the edge of her bed. A saddened look blooms on her face, vulnerable compared to her deadly tone. It only lasted for a brief moment before she smiles at him sweetly. "Maybe shower them with affection, give them gifts."
"Is that all?"
"I do not wish to help you on this case, Lord Megatron. I agreed to help you with the war, not with your childish crush."
Megatron was asking about her. Does she not know that? Is it not obvious?
He smiles at her, tangling his digits in her hair to tilt her head upwards. "Worry not, little one. You need not concern your human processor to such a thing. After all, I am only interested in you," Megatron reassured her as he kisses her forehead.
"I find that hard to believe," Persephone snorts coldly.
"Win us to victory and I shall give you the highest honor there is once I rule Cybertron."
She does not smile at him. "Thank you, Megatronous."
He frowns at her, caressing her cheek. "Is it not enough for you?" Megatron takes her servo, "Tell me, what is it that you want, Persephone?"
If a throne is what she wants, then a throne is what she would get. By Primus, Megatron would crush Earth for her if she so wishes. He wants to repay her, to treasure her. To have her by his side while he rules Cybertron.
He would do anything for her.
Megatron does not want her to know the storm in his spark. He sees her jealousy, tho he does not understand why this time but he sees it. Unfortunately, Megatron couldn't calm her little ire.
He isn't ready to tell her.
Not when he hasn't sorted what he feels for her properly.
Megatron doubts that she would null their agreement, not when she's so deep in her feelings for him. Only a fool who is in love would lash out in jealousy like that, after all.
He knows Persephone could never hurt him.
Not if he had a say in it.
Persephone smiles at him sadly.
"I don't think you're capable of giving me what I want... especially now."
"I don't think you're capable of giving me what I want... especially now." Persephone says, keeping the tears at bay.
How could she be so stupid?
Of course he would never align himself romantically with a squishy. He could only see them as a means for entertainment.
Megatron only sees her as a means for entertainment.
That was the truth and nothing could ever change that. It was the cold hard truth that Persephone kept denying. She would never be enough for anyone, not when she's in such a state. Not when she possessed the body she was born with, not when she is herself.
She had an inkling that Mikaela would interest Megatron, in a way that she had interest him. To be fair, who wouldn't want her? She's beautiful, smart, and would definitely be an asset to the team because of her mechanic skills.
Which was something Persephone lacked.
She'd take her place as his pet and then...
And then he'd set her free.
Freedom had never tasted so bitter until now.
Once she's free, then what? What would she be without Megatron? What would be her purpose then?
Nothing.
She'd go back to being no one. Just another measly insect on this Earth that would care for no one but herself, and Persephone didn't want that. Not when she could be his pet. Not when she is his.
For how could she live without his touch?
Without his praise?
Without him?
The idea alone terrified her.
"Master!" Starscream's voice brings her out of her thoughts, her head snapping to the direction of the seeker alongside the warlord.
"Speak, Starscream." Megatron commands.
"Autobots have been spotted down South!" Starscream reports hastily, the Second-in-Command obviously startled. "They're getting closer as we speak."
Megatron chuckled. "I suppose it's about time we mislead them again," the warlord smiled sadly at her, "I will return to you shortly."
"You're leaving?" She asked, brows furrowed at his words.
"I am, but I shall return to you, my little one." Megatron places a chaste kiss on her forehead. His holoform dissipates beside her, leaving her side. "That I can promise."
Persephone watched him, the seekers and Soundwave leave. Their forms growing smaller in the distance as Shockwave approached her.
It looked like the scientist had wanted something from her again. Lately, Shockwave had been collecting more and more blood from her. She didn't understand why he was so insistent on doing so, but she obliged anyway.
She smiles at him, coughing. "What's up?"
"I shall... be honest with you," Shockwave says hesitantly, "Though I would appreciate it if you didn't lash out or cause any violent reactions."
Persephone tilts her head with a frown. "Okay...?" She shrugged. "Yeah, I think I can do that. Why? What happened?"
Shockwave crouches down, reading the data in his hands. "The good news is that the Allspark is physically manifesting on you, which shows that it is insistent that you be its proxy. Therefore, my theory is correct," the scientist looks at her, "There is also, as you humans call it, the "bad news" when things won't go your way."
"Which is?"
"You won't last long."
Persephone paused. "What?"
"The energon is attempting to turn you into a suitable host for the Allspark, which is working at the cost of your human body," Shockwave explained. "Slowly but surely it is eating away at your organs and cells, attempting to rewrite its DNA to CNA without realizing that you are dying in the process. It is poisoning you and soon you will offline due to the transformation."
Persephone stared at him.
"Your physical health is declining, which is a sign that it is already draining you. Energon is toxic to humans, so your body is finally reacting to its hazardous effect on it. I conclude that you only have an Earth month to live before the energon damages one of your internal organs, which would cause internal haemorrhage. There is... no way of saving you. You will die. I have done everything I can, but I'm afraid that I cannot do anything more. I shall inform Lord Megatron–"
"DON'T!" Persephone screamed. "Don't. Please, Shockwave, don't tell him." The scientist merely looks at her. "Don't tell Megatron. Please, I'm begging you. If he finds out that I would die either way then he'd toss me aside."
Shockwave laughed at her pathetic attempt. "That is none of my concerns. Orders are orders."
"I'll let you experiment on me further. Do whatever you want just don't tell Megatron."
Persephone didn't want to be tossed aside. What did children do when their toys are damaged? They replace them and Persephone... even if she was just Megatron's toy, she didn't want to be replaced.
She couldn't bear to accept the fact that the warlord could just toss her aside if he so wishes.
He told her that he was only interested in her but that was because she used to be healthy.
And now...
Now she's dying.
All the more for the alien warlord to replace and forget about her.
The scientist looks at her with pure amusement. "How interesting for a human to hold such desperation for Lord Megatron's attention," Shockwave mused, "Tho, I can't pass up the rare opportunity to learn what else is happening to your body."
"So, don't tell him, okay? You can experiment on me, but please don't tell him," Persephone blurts, "Lets keep it to ourselves. Lord Megatron shouldn't be bothered with these kinds of inconveniences... please."
"Why of course! For the sake of science, I do not mind. You would make an interesting subject in the future after I have properly stored the documents about you."
Persephone smiled despite being nervous as the scientist went on and on about how she would be an interesting case long after her death to the future cybertronians once Cybertron was restored.
This was okay.
As long as Megatron didn't replace her. As long as she was still his pet, then the experiments she would have to endure would be worth it.
This was okay.
As long as Megatron didn't know she was dying then it would be okay.
She smiles, relieved. "What Megatron doesn't know, won't hurt him."
Everything would be okay.
It had to be...
"Shit!"
Her eyes fluttered open as she was ripped from slumber.
Persephone checked her phone, the clock telling her it was somewhere around two in the morning. She turns her head to see a black haired girl gripping some clothes and what looked to be some plastic that had been lying miserably beside her.
The woman turns to Persephone.
Striking blue eyes meeting velvety purple ones.
She freezes when she noticed that the sick woman was awake, looking at her.
"Mikaela, right?" Persephone softly asked, careful to lower her voice as to not startle the girl.
Mikaela doesn't answer, looking at her cautiously as if waiting for her to alert the others of what she's doing.
Was she trying to escape?
Persephone softly beckons her to come closer. Mikaela stares at her for a moment before walking towards her.
"How do you know who I am?" She asked cautiously.
"I'm from a different universe where all of you guys are fictional, believe it or not," Persephone answered, casually like someone asking what her favorite color is. "You're the cool girl who got beauty and brains, no?"
Mikaela pursed her lips. "If that's true, then tell me one of the things that only no one else know," She challenged her.
Persephone couldn't exactly blame her. Who would believe someone who says they're from a different universe? It was absurd to say the least.
"I forgot the con's name. Wheelie was it?" Persephone tried to remember, scratching her skin, "Anyways. You torched his eyes, he keeps calling you warrior goddess." She shrugged. "And that one time Ratchet said that Sam wanted to mate with you when you guys were in high school."
"Okay, what the fuck?" Mikaela walks forward. "How? How do you know all of this?"
"Like I said, I'm from an alternate universe."
"That doesn't make any sense!"
"I've kicked out logic when I woke up in this reality, it's more easy on the brain to just roll with the punches than asking a lot of questions." Persephone shrugged before she pushed herself to sit up, the grogginess out of her system. "Also, I'm a big fan! You have no idea how honored I am to be in your presence!"
Mikaela looks at her weirdly. "You," She then points to herself, "look up to me?"
She nods her head aggressively. "Yes! Ever since I was little, I looked up to you. You're so badass and cool!"
"You're just saying that to win me over."
"No, I'm being honest."
She was silent before smiling at Persephone. "Okay. Thanks, I guess?" Mikaela shrugged. "What the hell did they do to you?"
Mikaela gestures at the machines and to her, a confused look on her face at Persephone's appearance. Persephone shook her head.
"No, they didn't do this to me," She said. "This thing just... happened on its own."
"How?" Mikaela asked.
"I don't know." Persephone answered. "Shockwave says that somehow I had become the Allspark vessel. So, now my body is slowly deteriorating... and the chances of me living looks a little blurry."
"Can't they like remove it from you?" She asked. "I mean, they're an advanced alien species. Surely they're has to be a way for them to do that, right?"
She was silent for a moment before Persephone shook her head in disagreement, a sad smile on her face. "Unfortunately, no." Persephone says softly. "I'm not sure how to deal with the information I might die any moment."
There's a look of horror on Megan Fo–Mikaela's face.
"Well, for what it's worth, I'm honored to be someone who inspires you."
Persephone looked down on the ground to notice that Mikaela was bare feet on the moist grass. "You know, I noticed you were trying to escape. Don't worry I won't alert Megatron and the others," She reassured her when Mikaela tensed, "But I'm going to give you a heads up that you need to stop. There are barely any cars outside of this place... you're likely to get captured again."
She didn't want them to hurt her.
This was Mikaela Banes everyone's talking about.
"What's your name?" Mikaela asked.
"Persephone Villamora."
She gasps softly. "You're the missing girl!" Mikaela exclaimed softly. "You're all over the place. Everyone's looking for you."
"Why send them?" Persephone asked. "I don't know anyone here personally. So, I don't know how Lennox knows of my existence."
"You know Lennox?"
"He's also a famous character."
"Oh." Mikaela nods her head. "I don't know. I thought you just ran away from home or something."
Persephone thinks for a moment, wondering how they could know her.
Judging from the movie, Mikaela didn't want anything to do with the Autobots so that's out of the question. "So, why'd you leave the Autobots?" She asked, curious.
"Leave?" Mikaela looks at her confused. "I didn't leave them. I'm still in contact with Bee. Sometimes I go to the base for visits."
She nods her head at Mikaela's words.
Persephone scoots over to make room, patting the now empty space. "You should rest here for the night. I doubt they let you sleep in a comfy place."
Mikaela snorts. "You have no idea." She takes the girl's offer and lays beside the purple-eyed person. "So, why are you with the Decepticons?"
She smiled. "It was Megatron who found me," Persephone recalls. "He said that I almost died due to hyperthermia. He saved me, ever since then I had been indebted to him."
"At the time, did he know you were the Allspark vessel?"
"No. Which is really weird, but here I am. Trying to get cured because of his orders."
Mikaela looks at her dumbfounded. "You're kidding. You're telling me Megatron is ordering the one-eyed freak to stop you from dying?"
"To be fair, we are friends," Persephone pointed out. "Sure, he's my master and I'm his pet, but I'm free to go wherever. It's just that I'm sick so I can't do shit right now."
Blue eyes wide as she sat up, crossing her legs to look at Persephone; which reminded her of her high school life during a sleep over. "No. Way." Mikaela gasped. "You're joking, right?"
Persephone only looks at her in silence.
"Oh my god! Alright, back up." Mikaela holds up her hand. "Tell me how you became his pet and why?"
"I didn't know anyone, I had nothing to do as his soldier, and... don't make fun of me, but I didn't want to lose him," Persephone tells Mikaela. "So, I thought that I could be his pet so I couldn't leave his side, you know? So, ever since then, he always has me around him. I kind of like that if I'm honest—his possessive part, I mean."
It felt nice to have someone to talk to even if they just met. Mikaela was a breath of fresh air around these Decepticons.
"–and he even asked me for my favorite poetry. Oh, did you know that Megatron loves poetry? God, that's like so cool. Most guys are just into sports and... there's nothing wring with that but it's nice to have the same interest with someone–I am so sorry I had been rambling for a while," Persephone chuckled at Mikaela's expression—silent horror.
"Are you sure you're just his pet?" Mikaela asked.
"Yeah, why?" Persephone questioned back.
"Because to me, you sound like you're his girlfriend."
She stares at her for a moment.
His girlfriend?!
"I can assure you that I am not his girlfriend," Persephone corrected, flustered. "He's interested in me but he does not love me. I doubt a warlord like him is even capable of that." She says softly.
"Are you sure about that?"
Her cheeks grew warm at Mikaela's assumptions. Did everyone see it like that too?
Persephone felt flattered and fuzzy on the inside by just knowing the fact—the fucking fact—people around them assumes they're a couple. She smiles at Mikaela and tells her.
"Persephone... he's a warlord!" Mikaela exclaimed, mortified. "He literally planned on enslaving humanity to revive their dead planet."
"He just wants to go home." Persephone shrugged. "Us humans would have done the same thing too, you know? We need to understand–"
"No!" She counters. "Persephone, I don't know you for long, but it is obvious you're neck-deep in whatever feelings you have for him." Mikaela crossed her arms. "I don't know what torture method he did to you, but it's obvious that you're not... in the right state of mind."
Persephone tilts her head in confusion. "What do you mean by that?"
"Well, it's obvious you developed Stockholm Syndrome." Mikaela points out, gesturing with her hands at the sick woman.
She thinks for a moment and laugh.
"No. No, I don't have Stockholm Syndrome, don't worry," Persephone reassured. "Besides, I can do whatever I please. So, it's not really a problem."
Mikaela said nothing since Persephone seemed like she was reassuring herself than the other human captive.
End of Chapter XVI
