Author's Note: Hello everyone, I'm back! Apology coming for anyone who cares:

I'm a film student in college right now so a lot of my fics, this one especially, were left to float around since I needed to start writing screenplays, etc for classes and work.

But, I'm almost done with school and have more time on my hands. And no matter how long it takes, I am very determined to finish this fic.

So without further ado, here's the next chapter of CFaG.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Transformers.

Powerful, Intimidating, Confident.

Tyrant.

Those were the four words that popped into Keira's mind as she looked into Megatron's optics for the first time since last seeing him in the medbay, when it was she who had brought him back.

And now here she was, on the bridge, staring at him, completely awestruck. She wondered what was on the Decepticon leader's processor as he too continued to stare at her, the look on his face as if scrutinizing her. Keira prevented herself from squirming under the intensity of his gaze.

She didn't realize she'd been holding her breath until the warlord spoke once more.

"My medic has informed of all the work you've done." He said, almost too casually.

Keira thought a nod was the proper response.

"You've performed a great service for the Decepticon cause by bringing me back. And for that, I've decided not to kill you." He tilted his head. "Yet."

She counted herself lucky every second she was still breathing, anyway.

Keira nodded once more. "Thank you." She squeaked out, hoping it wasn't as pathetic as she thought it sounded.

"What would you have us do with her now, Lord Megatron?" Knock Out asked.

Megatron continued to stare her down. "Nothing. Leave us, tend to the wounded. I do still need Starscream functioning."

The medic coughed. "Uhm, my liege?"

"Leave us. I have something to discuss with the one who actually saved my life."

Knock Out's optics narrowed as he glared at Keira. She avoided his eyes, looking at Megatron instead. "Yes, my liege. It'd be nice to see the commander in an even more pathetic state anyway. I'll take pictures."

Once he left and the doors had closed, only Keira, Soundwave, and Megatron were left in the room.

She was getting nervous. The food she had just eaten was threatening to come out. But she didn't think vomiting on the tyrant's feet - er, pedes - was the wisest thing for her to do. And she worked so hard on buffing him too.

"Tell me fleshling, how did you figure out to use Dark Energon in my revival?"

Keira shivered. She had to admit that the Decepticons' voices were all so smooth and silky, even Breakdown's. But Megatron's was different, it was better, actually.

Huskier. Even sexier.

But why was it also so familiar?

She glanced at the other side of the room, at Soundwave, who was busy by his terminal. "Soundwave let me know. Then had one of his pets lead me towards storage to get the Dark Energon, then to you."

Keira swore she was going to strain her neck if she had to keep looking up at him from where she was standing. But there was no way she would ask him to lean closer just because she was uncomfortable.

"And you also knew to plunge it into my spark?" he asked, skeptical.

Keira's body jolted. Spark. Spark. That's when it registered. That was his voice. His voice that hinted her on what to do. That's why it was familiar.

But how? And why? Is that something she could even tell him? As Megatron continued to stare her down, his patience probably not one to be tested, she made her decision.

"Would you believe I guessed? Knock Out had already been teaching me about Cybertronian anatomy, and what I did to you, it's similar to human open heart surgery, and thankfully it worked out." Keira started to shake, even more nervous now.

"So you are a medical expert, then?"

She actually smiled then. A small smile, but still a smile. "An engineer, but daytime television helps, apparently."

"Then that little stunt of yours was… an accident? You risked my life, on a chance?"

She could actually hear her heart beating faster. "…Yes?"

There was a pause wherein Keira thought she would be experiencing the last few moments of her life, before Megatron growled. "Count yourself lucky it was a success."

Keira stifled her sigh of relief.

The Decepticon leader turned around, his back now to her. Rude. "That's all, fleshling. Report back to Knock Out in the medbay, I assume you know the way from here."

"You're not letting me go?" She knew it was a stupid question, but she was stupid enough to ask it.

To her surprise, the tyrant didn't say anything threatening to her, simply, "This discussion isn't over."

With that, like most of her time with the Decepticons so far, she was left with more questions than answers. As she made to leave the bridge, she couldn't help but wonder if it was wise to withhold information from Megatron, and what exactly the warlord had in store for her.

She also questioned why, as the doors shut behind her, she felt a certain warmth disappear.

"I'm aware that the Autobots had attacked us moments before my return." Megatron said as he approached his spymaster by his terminal.

Soundwave continued to stare at his monitor, typing non-stop.

"We're airborne, there's no possible way they could have invaded if they didn't have the precise coordinates to the ship. Someone gave it to them." He snarled the last sentence.

"…but the incident served as a distraction and allowed the human to bring me back without alerting Starscream, who no doubt wouldn't have allowed such a procedure to go through."

A pause.

"Thank you."

Soundwave glanced at his leader and nodded before focusing on his terminal once more.

As Megatron moved to walk away, something was still bothering him. And it bothered him that he was bothered. He had thought that talking to the human female would help, but she seemed to be even more clueless than he was.

But he wasn't through with her. It was just that there were other more important things he should concern himself with, like catching up with whatever he had missed while out of commission.

But a bother would soon become a distraction. He had no need for distractions. Especially one involving a human.

With a sigh, Megatron turned back to the quiet Decepticon. If there was anyone he could trust on his ship, it was Soundwave. Plus, it was Soundwave who trusted the human enough with his life.

"Soundwave, while I was… incapacitated, I had dreams. Dreams of a Cybertron where Decepticons ruled and Optimus was at my mercy, over and over and over again." He smiled, remembering how glorious it all was, his blade slicing through –

Megatron shook his head. Imagining Optimus' misery could wait.

"But I also heard a voice. It asked me questions, guided me to figuring out that I was simply dreaming, and to learning who was responsible for it."

His claws twitched. "It was her voice. The human's."

Soundwave continued to type.

"At first it seemed to be nothing but that, a voice. A spirit guiding me back. But then I heard the human just now, and there's no denying that it was the same voice. So why?"

Why her voice? Why did you trust her? Why did she bring me back? Why her?

Soundwave's digits slowed down their movement, and he pointed to the monitor. Megatron's optics followed.

Each line he read made him twitch. He felt like firing his fusion cannon at Starscream and Optimus.

When Megatron was done reading, he looked at the floor, then at his most loyal follower. "Are… are you certain?"

Soundwave stared at him, the tyrant seeing his reflection in the other's visor. It was then that he remembered one of the few things a Decepticon should believe.

Soundwave was never wrong.

Keira heard a snarl as the doors to the medbay opened in front of her. And she jumped to the side when someone stepped out.

She looked up and saw Starscream, clutching his side. He was covered in scratches and his, as Knock Out would say, finish, wasn't as shiny, not with all the fresh scorch marks. Keira also noted the scars crisscrossing his body and shuddered to think that Megatron was responsible for all that.

Thankfully, the Decepticon second-in-command was too busy writhing in pain and grumbling to himself to notice her and continued on his way, allowing Keira to enter the medbay peacefully.

Knock Out was on his terminal as usual, with a hologram of Starscream's chassis being displayed.

She might as well get his attention. "Hey Knock Out. Megatron told me to report to-"

"You're extremely lucky that I don't kill you where you stand." He said coldly, his back still to her.

Keira rolled her eyes. She was tired and if she had a dollar for every threat she'd been given while on the ship... "Yes, I'm aware of my good fortune. You're not the first to tell me."

Knock Out turned around and leaned in closer to her, transforming one of his arms into a buzz saw. She leaped back in shock. "I mean it, human. You embarrassed me in front of Lord Megatron and ruined my chances at getting a promotion."

Oh right, she had forgotten about his deal with Starscream. She smiled sheepishly, "Uhm, I'm sorry?"

Knock Out brought his buzzsaw closer to her and Keira could feel the sparks from it stinging her skin. She immediately took another step backwards.

The medic sighed and retracted the blade back into his regular arm.

"But, you also indirectly managed to stop the Autobots. We all saw how everything went in the short time Starscream was in command of that attack. So, and listen very carefully because I'm never saying it again, good work." He gave her what she thought was a genuine smile, which disappeared just as quickly as it came.

He stood at his full height. "I'd stay clear of Starscream for a while, however. I doubt he'd be as forgiving."

Keira gulped. "Yeah, noted, thanks."

Knock Out leaned back onto a wall and crossed his arms. "I'm curious though, how'd you know to plunge Dark Energon into Lord Megatron's spark? I myself would've injected him with a dose into his fuel lines."

Keira bit her lip. Knock Out wasn't exactly a friend, more like he was one of the three least likely to kill her on sight, the other two being Breakdown and Soundwave.

Or at least she hoped. And that was enough for her to trust him, that, and maybe he could help her. What happened to her with Megatron continued to annoy her and if she didn't tell someone soon, she'd probably end up as messed up as Starscream.

"Knock Out, would you believe me if I told you I heard a voice?"

He rolled his optics. "I do hope whatever you say next will make more sense."

"I heard a voice while I was thinking about what to do with the Dark Energon. It, I don't know, it guided me, led me to Megatron's spark."

Knock Out sighed. "Ok and why would this mysterious voice help you out?"

"It was Megatron's voice. I'm sure of it, and now you might think I'm crazy but y-" she stopped when she noticed Knock Out's optics grow wider.

He looked at her, stunned. "Megatron's voice?"

Keira perked up, maybe he really did know what happened. "Yes, why? Do you know what it means?"

He narrowed his optics, as if deep in thought, before focusing on her again. "I have, well, there are theories, but I'd like to look into it more before I say anything else."

She frowned. "Oh." Why was everyone on the ship so secretive and cryptic?

"In the meantime," He pushed himself away from the wall. "How'd you like to go racing with me?"

Now it was her turn to look stunned. "Me? Go with you?"

He shrugged. "Breakdown's busy doing something for the big M and it's always better to have someone there when I win for bragging purposes."

He grinned before adding, "Plus I bet the humans hanging around the races know you. If you show up to one now, then you're technically not missing, right? Less suspicion."

As far as she knew, her uncle was still out of town and she wasn't close enough to anyone in town for them to start thinking something had happened to her. But it was still a tempting offer. She did want to see something other than the dark walls of the ship and hear the roars of engines instead of the constant beeping of computers.

And a Decepticon was actually being nice to her. How could she pass that up?

Keira smiled up at him. "Sure, I guess that makes sense."

"Of course it does. Now, get on my servo and don't make a sound."

"Why?"

"We're sneaking out. Don't you think noise would be counter-productive?"

Auhtor's Note: I really do appreciate anyone who'd still read this story and please have time to review! :)

And a question for you guys: Do you think I should start posting this to AO3? Just a thought. Anyway, thanks again!