June Bug 2
There's a horrible pounding in Megatron's helm. His optics are blurry at first but then, things just seem different. No HUD readout for him to access. Even his armor feels off. He's chilled, and shivering and… squishy?
Someone asks him a question and even that sounds weird. And then he sees her. The female Darby, but she's so large. With a glance to the right and the left, he speaks and the sound is deep, rumbling, odd coming up out of his throat.
When she says his name, his first reaction is to chastise her as if he would be anyone else. After all even she knows who he is, but then he looks down. Skin, hair, flesh…
"Oh PIT!" he cusses. As if it could be any worse to be on this planet crawling with fleshy scraplets now he has to BE one. "Shockwave -no STARSCREAM is going to pay for setting that grenade off. SHOCKWAVE will be responsible for fixing this fiasco!" And cracks his fist down to his thigh. "Ow."
There's silence except for a few cars passing on the road beside them. So he tilts his head and looks at the female still sitting on the ground, eyes wide open, and jaw slacked. "Well, are you going to sit there all day, or take me back to Shockwave?"
She still doesn't move so he leans over and out the door. He grabs her arm and yanks.
"Ow! Megatron, you're hurting me!" June finally breaks out of her trace. "If you hurt me, I can't help you."
Even he is wise enough not to hurt the only person who can help him right now. "Get off the ground, and get me back to my troops."
June stands up and points out into the vast desert. "Where was the base?"
Megatron turns around in time to see the sun dip beyond the last mountain. It's now night and without a GPS or any other kind of radio signal he can't get a hold of his Decepticons.
June takes a deep sigh and sits down beside him. "Any other ideas?"
Megatron shakes his head still looking out into the vast desert of nothing muttering. "Inadequate humans."
After a couple moments she lays her hand on his forearm that is resting on the blanket covered lap. "I could take you to the Autobot base?"
Megatron turns to her and a salt and pepper brow lifts. "Why would you disclose the Autobot base to me of all mechs? Don't you know who I am? Don't you know what I could do with that information?"
June nods lightly and rubs his arm. "Yeah, I do. It puts my son and his friends at great risk. But I'm also a nurse, a medic in your terms. I took and oath to do no harm, and I feel that applies to human or Cybertronian. I know that Ratchet would feel the same: Decepticon or not."
But Megatron turns away at the mention of Ratchet' name. "I know. I have do-not-kill orders about him because he is so honorable and incredibly skilled. Pity he joined the Autobots inside of me."
She leans in trying to get him to look back to her. "Then let me take you too him."
"No," and pulls his arm out from under hers. It takes him a moment, but he gets the other door open and steps out holding the blanket around his waist.
"Where do you think you are going, Megatron?"
"I'll find my people on my own," and starts to walk down the road. The sharp rocks on his bare feet are making him cuss and spit but it doesn't stop him.
She leans out the door and calls to his retreating back. "I don't know what you guys do to bots who look mentally unstable, but around these parts, a naked human walking down a dark road will probably get him locked up in a mental ward. You don't GET to contact the outside world then."
Megatron kicks a particularly large gravel stone, instantly sending pain shooting up his foot and leg. "Frag'n pit, scrap, -" and a few other colorful phrases on his way back to the car. "Fine." He slumps back through the open door. "What other suggestions do you have?"
"Whelp, considering my son is currently with Arcee on some secret mission even they won't tell me, why don't you come home with me. I am a trained human medic, and if something looks bad, you know I can always contact Ratchet if you change your mind."
Megatron grumps again. "It sucks being a Warlord stuck as a fleshy."
June has to bite her lip until it starts to bleed. He's so damned cute when he gets deposed from his throne. "Yes, sir," she finally replies softly and takes the driver's seat.
They are quiet as she takes them back into town and into a shopping center. "Stay here. I'm going to get you some proper clothing, and then I will take you home for a shower and food."
Now it's his turn to be cheeky and gives her a mock salute, "Yes Ma'am." She scowls at him, and then flips him off. That does make him chuckle as he watches her stride away. He really should be bossing her around and lording over her, but with a personality like June's, it just won't work. Too damned stubborn, he understands that well enough. Stupid Orion.
It doesn't take her long, and she returns dumping the contents into the trunk of her car. "If I'm lucky, Jack will continue to grow and be as tall as you and then I can give these to him as hand-me-downs after you return to your ship."
"Oh please. That want-to-be Prime will never be as tall as me."
June snaps on her seatbelt and starts the engine, "Well, even if he's as tall as Prime it will be good enough for me to recoup what I forked out for you."
He reaches forward and clamps a hand around her wrist before she can put the car into gear. The tight grip makes her turn her head and sees the wrath on his face and the glare in his eyes. "I will not take your charity. I take care of myself and repay you, I am a Lord after all."
Clearly she wounded his mechly pride when she said that. To say she is sorry would only further the jab to his pride. Of course he will never admit how humiliating this all is to need not just a human's help, but a woman's, and further, an Autobot supporter. So she swallows hard and nods. "Of course. I would expect nothing less, Megatron."
With the point being made, he releases her arm and sits back so his chauffer can take him to his temporary quarters.
The silence resumes but it's not far and they are at her home and inside the garage. His stomach grumbles as he gets out of the car making him cringe. June just smiles and shakes her head just as her own stomach answers his. "Guess we eat first then."
"Oh is that what it means?" He watches her open the trunk and pull out the bags. He doesn't realize until they are inside the main room, that he has carried in some too. How did they get into his hands? Why would he carry something for a mere human? He blinks staring at them.
June makes her way into the kitchen and as the left over spaghetti is heating up, it gives her a chance to really look at this human-Megatron in her home. Bot or human, he has an impressive physique. His shoulders are just a tad wider than his blanket wrapped hips. Not as dramatic a difference like Optimus' tiny waist for such a large upper torso. Megatron has got very muscular shoulders and wicked corded arms. The chest is strong and broad like a Roman Gladiator and except for a few scars here and there, across the chest he has light, but smooth covering of silver and black hairs. Almost like a silky thin layer of fur and they match the ones on the top of his head in a military cut.
His face captures her attention most of all. He still has that chiseled and sharp jaw line with an imposing and proud forehead. This time though, Megatron's eyes are dark almost blackish red. Must have calmed down from his first awakening, changing their color a bit. Although she hasn't spent much time with the Leader, she is spending time with a stranded Cybertronian. This is her chance to get to know him, and maybe she can help end this brutal civil war.
"Why do you insist on staring at me?" He grouses without even looking at her. "I may not have a HUD, but I can some how still feel your optical-eyes staring at me. I do not like it. Cease."
The microwave dings just then. "Saved by the bell. Food is ready, if you want any,"
His stomach grumbles again and he growls right back at it. "I might not, but this thing sure does."
Junes shakes her head and sets the plates down. "Well my cooking hasn't killed anyone yet, so you should be safe there."
He cocks that brow at her once again. "I hadn't even thought about you trying to poison me until you mentioned it, Femme Darby."
She slaps the bowl down on the table and then tosses the bread sticks out. Lastly she pours the iced tea into two glasses. "The name is June, Megatron."
Megatron takes a chair and picks up the fork like it's some kind of mini triton weapon. She dives into her own meal until he points the fork at her like he's going to rein control here. "You will call me-"
"MEGATRON!" June slams her fist down on the table starling him. "Look, this is MY home. I work MY ass off and make the payments to provide for my son and I. Not my ex-louse of a husband. This is my DOMAIN, and I highly suggest you respect it or you can walk out of here and take your chances with the human authorities."
With a deep breath she softens her tone. "I will respect you, and all I'm asking is that you respect me. I know you're used to everyone bowing at your feet and fulfilling your every command. And I know you could easily kill me if you like, but I also know you aren't stupid. No one gets to be a Warlord by being stupid. And I sure as hell haven't managed all these years on my own by being stupid, so just give me a little credit and I'll do my damnedest to get you on your way as soon as possible. Deal?"
He nods just once, "Deal."
"Good, now eat up because it's awful when it's cold." It's not a order but a suggestion and he accepts it as so.
The meal is silent as he learns to eat and she does her best not to laugh or snicker at the great and powerful man trying to manipulate a fork.
Soon enough they are both finished. Once again, Megatron finds his body assisting her by bringing her the dishes and holding things while she stows them away in the refrigerator. It boggles his mind why he would assist her when he barely does that for even Soundwave or Shockwave.
But he can't ponder it long, because the light to the kitchen is shut off and she gathers up the bags of clothing. "I'll show you to Jack's room. It's the only other one with a bed. Just don't tell him I let anyone in there, and we might both survive."
"I can understand that." He chuckles. "No one touches my quarters."
June laughs and points a finger at her own bedroom, "And you take your life in your own hands if you cross that threshold, Mighty Megatron."
He just shakes his head at her light tease. Yeah, he can respect that.
The first door she opens and waves a hand in. "Bathroom, shower and such. I'm going to let you figure out the toilet. I'm sure even you Cybertronians expel waste products from your body."
He nods, "Yes, that shouldn't be a problem. According to Shockwave some biology is the same in all species. In goes the nutrients, out goes the bi-products."
"Exactly, and as a medical professional, please do no hesitate to ask me for advice is something feels, off."
That brings the brow again and he plucks at the skin on his arm, "Oh you mean more than be being flesh and bone not Energon and Cybertronian?"
Her hand pats his chest, "Sorry, big guy."
As she passes him to the next door he grumbles, "Sure you are."
Her heart actually flutters at the mutter. June quickly ignores the feeling though, to open the next door. Pictures of other planets, amazing machines, and even space adventure movies coat the walls and shelves. Megatron carefully studies the decorations of Prime's young friend.
At one time, Orion and Megatronous had though of running away from Cybertron's problems to see the universe, but it was just a one day fleeting idea. The truth was they needed to fix their world, not run from it.
How fate likes to smack him in the spark. Here Optimus and he are on the same planet and instead of sharing it or bringing its Energon back to Cybertron to restore Her, they are fighting again and about to tear another planet apart.
A soft hand touches his bare shoulder. "Hey, are you alright?"
He nods and tries to give her a smile, but it's a weak one. "Just a lot on my mind."
"Try to sleep. I know it might be hard, but try. It could help."
Megatron nods and then says something he never thought he would ever hear himself saying. "Thank you…June."
Her heart stops for a moment. She can not believe what he just said but by that almost bashful look that he normally could probably hide better, she knows he really said it.
"Well, I'm sure you would have done the same for me," and gives him a teasing shrug of her shoulders.
Once more today she manages to make him laugh. Both of them know good an well that if she hand landed on Nemesis as a Bot, he would have thrown her into the brig and sent Shockwave to interrogate her. This just goes to show once more that humans are so unpredictable.
His laughter makes hers come forth and she knows he will be alright. "Good night."
Respectfully, he gives the master of the house a dip of his head and she leaves. He watches her leave, but stays put as her door closes. There is no additional hitch of a lock being engaged which is certainly a sign of trust on her part and one that he has no intentions of exploiting.
A few moments later he can hear something like fluid running through conduit in the walls. Oh right, shower. Back to the bathroom he goes and looks at the waste unit and then the wash rack. Too many knobs and too many bottles of what looks like solution. Um, maybe June can give him just a quick instruction and then he can leave her alone for the night.
First he knocks on her door, but she doesn't answer. "June?" He calls turning the doorknob and just poking his head in. He calls again, but there is still no answer, so he follows the sounds coming from a second room. A bathing area inside this room, much like his own quarters instead of sharing with the lower ranking officers.
He knocks on that open door, but yet again she doesn't answer. Behind the steaming glass he can see a shadow of movement. Its strange but this feeling of concern comes over him. Its not unheard of for someone to get attacked while bathing, because your defenses will all be down, but not on his watch.
Megatron slides the door back and is first relieved to see she is alone. Then he is very surprised to see her naked body glistening by the water and the soap. He never thought he would see the human body as gorgeous, but leave it to this woman to blow that to Pit as well.
June squeaks at first to having someone breaking a private moment. Then she scowls seeing that it's him of all people. "What do you want?"
She knows damn well that Megatron of all people wouldn't actually do anything to her, after all he hates 'fleshies' and second he needs her to save his sorry butt.
Butt! She stares. He's buck naked now. Worse, he's grinning at her.
"Good, you got that blasted contraption working. Move over," and steps in like he owns the place shutting the door behind him.
June crosses her arms over her chest not to hide her breasts but in a sign of frustration. "Excuse me, but have you heard of knocking? What did we agree upon when it comes to my room and respect?"
"I did knock, and you didn't answer, not even to say go away. What kind of a warrior am I that is dumb enough to let something like privacy and rules to keep me from keeping my current quarters safe? Anyway, I am here now, so move over," and he plucks the sponge right out of her hand.
"You arrogant son of a bitch!" She slaps him in the chest to shove him backwards, but all it does is make him laugh.
"Want to play rough, Darby?"
"JUNE, the damned name is JUNE!" She snarls snatching the sponge back and turning her back to him.
He reaches over her shoulder though yanking the sponge away once again. "What's wrong with me calling you Darby, after all, it is your name, isn't it?"
"It was his name, and I only keep it for the sake of Jack. But some how hearing you say the name just… sickens me. Just call me June and nothing else."
Jackson's sire must have really done a number on this woman to make her so independent and repulsed by men. Even the Great Prime who could swoon femmes of any species with that baritone voice and oh so regal bravado of his doesn't move her? Hum, curious.
Megatron grabs a bottle of soapy solution, douses the sponge, and then sets the bottle aside. Giving it a couple squeezes to work it in, he then gently strokes over June's shoulders and down her spine.
It sends a chill down her back, but not in a bad way. "What are you doing?"
"You don't have tentacles like Soundwave, and I don't see a long handled scrub brush, and without a mate, I bet it's been a long time since you have truly had your back watched- er, washed." He curses himself for the slip up.
June says nothing, just letting him wash her back. Not only did he come in here to make sure she was safe (whether for himself or for herself) but once it was known she was safe, he didn't leave. Now he's even willing to do a mundane thing like wash her back?
"You will do the same for me?" He's very gentle in asking her.
That does lift her head to look up over her shoulder and into his tipped face. "Yeah, of course."
He shoots her one of his most charming smiles that could melt a polar icecap, and then gives the sponge a playful slap to her rump. She chuckles shaking her head. "You are such an ass, sometimes."
"The word is aft, my dear."
Now it's her turn to be cheeky. "Oh Darling, Cybertronians have afts, humans have asses. Now, let me see yours."
And for that, he does turn his back, giving his ass cheeks a clench to show their power.
"Bastard!" She slaps his rear with her bare hand.