Author's Note: Sorry it took me awhile to update. I've been busy (school and I went to the movies Friday, a wedding and bowling on Saturday, and Sunday homework) so yeah, here's chapter eleven.

Chap. 11: Massage Therapy

Megatron looked at the gun in his hands. He didn't say anything, he didn't do anything.

"Megatron," I exclaimed, "Aim the gun and pull the trigger."

He glanced up at me, "Why should I?"

"I'm tired of suffering and I'm sick of being here. Death seems to be my only escape now,"

His gaze wandered back to the gun. What was keeping him from killing me? I knew he could do it, he only lack the will.

"You're the slayer of thousands Megatron. You've killed so many…why can't you do the same to me?"

He smirked deciding to toy with me, "I don't know, I think I'd rather watch you suffer."

I frowned and glared at him. He wasn't going to make a fool of me, not now anyway.

"Then give me back the gun,"

"I won't let you kill yourself,"

"And why not?"

To my surprise he didn't answer. I realized I was in control now, somewhat, and Megatron wasn't sure what to do.

With a little sympathy I stated, "Fire upon me now, or let me do it myself. I don't want to be anyone's example of ridicule or weakness anymore. I want to go home."

"You can't go home if you die,"

"I'll go to the creator of my father's home,"

"You're not going to die. I won't allow it, and I refuse to destroy my own creation,"

"Then why do you torture me so? Why do you make me wish for death?"

Once again he didn't answer. Frustrated I reached for my gun. Just as my hand grazed across its surface Megatron grabbed my wrist.

"I have watched you for many years Astrid. Tell me what it is that you miss so dearly,"

"My family, and you decepticons aren't any family,"

"What makes you think your family is actually missing you?"

"Well, why shouldn't they?"

"They've always known they couldn't keep you for long. They've known since you were five years old I'd be taking you,"

I fell silent, but my mind exploded with questions. They knew for ten years that Megatron was going to take me? Why didn't my family tell me? Why does Megatron refuse to tell me anything now? I guess he thought he had made a point and set my gun down. I went to reach for it, but Megatron captured my other wrist in his hand.

"Don't try it," he said regaining control, "Hold still and let me fix that wound on your side."

I remembered Starscream had fired his gun into my side creating a nasty wound. Now that I realized it was there I felt the pain from it.

"No," I said.

"If you think you'll die from it you won't, so let me fix it,"

"Do you even know how?"

"Yes, I've seen wounds like that for millions of years,"

"So you're a fat old fart now?"

Megatron looked the most unpleased by the question and responded, "What do you know? You're still a virgin."

My optics narrowed and I pulled my wrists free. I should've known he knew that, after all; he had been "studying" me so long. How I longed to slap him right now. With his hands free, he took out a tool from his subspace. I recognized it as a soldering utensil.

"No way are you touching me with that thing,"

"You don't have a choice,"

He tackled me and pinned me to the ground. To my dismay he didn't drop the soldering tool. He pinned my arms above my head with one hand giving him one hand to work with.

Not liking that idea I said, "You either use both hands or you don't fix me at all."

"Don't move,"

Reluctantly I stayed where I was and Megatron crouched beside me and began the repairs. It stung, but once he finished I felt a lot better than I had before. I sat up as he put the soldering tool away.

"Why don't you tell me anything as to why you took me?"

"The right time hasn't presented itself,"

"Why does their have to be a right time?"

"You're not ready to know now, trust me. If you wait for this moment to present itself you will have a better understanding,"

"Is this 'time' almost here?"

He looked at me with pure affection, which shocked me. Associating Megatron with affection is not easy to do. I felt my cheeks redden and I turned away from him.

He said, "Astrid, I don't know when it'll come."

Megatron got up, but I didn't see where he went. I heard something behind me, but I didn't pay attention to it. Suddenly I saw his legs to my right and left. I didn't have to look behind me to know what was there. The awkwardness of where I was sitting and where Megatron was made me uncomfortable. I went to move but Megatron placed his hands on my shoulders.

"You need to relax,"

"Relax? Are you kidding?"

"No,"

I tried to get up, but Megatron's grip on my shoulder's tightened. I was stuck where I was and I was unsure about this whole thing. How was I supposed to relax in-between his legs? I wondered. He couldn't possibly have anything good in mind.

"Now," he said, "Just relax and trust me."

He began messaging my shoulders. I wanted to protest, but it felt so good I couldn't. As much as I didn't want to, I decided to forget why I hated him for the moment and leaned into the massage.

"That's it," he whispered.

My optics began going offline and I started to nod off. I forced myself to stay awake. Megatron seemed aware of my battle between consciousness and sleep and thus deepened the massage. No, I thought, why is he trying to make me sleep again? What could he possibly have in mind…my thoughts were interrupted. I had fallen asleep.

(The island…)

Optimus glanced around the island for any sign of the minicons but saw none. They had searched the island all afternoon and there was still no sign of them. Night came to the island and the autobots were force to return to the base. No words were said for none needed to be. There was only one place the minicons could be. The decepticon base.

Author's Note: Once again I apologize for the wait. I hope you liked this chapter. Chapter twelve will be coming soon…