Hey guys! Sorry for taking so long to update, my life just go so busy. Me and my family are busy moving into our home, which we finally got after a battle with nearly everyone involved in the whole ordeal. Like trust me, it was metaphorically worse than the battle between the Ark and the Nemesis, and our only ally was the mobile home company where we got our mobile home.

But anyway, I hope you guys like the chapter!

3 – Darkness Falling Part 2 - 3

When Knock Out bent down and rested his servo, palm up, on the floor, I didn't know what to think. I clenched my backpack's shoulder straps in apprehension. This was the moment when Knock Out would be able to kill me. He would be able to draw me close, and then once I was on his servo, he'd be able to wrap his sharp-looking (but significantly duller that red KO's) digits around me. Would he crush me?

"It's alright," Knock Out soothed. "I won't hurt you."

I stared at his smooth palm. My mind screamed that I shouldn't trust him, but I had a feeling that I could. After what I had seen so far, I had quite enough evidence to contradict my fear. I had enough evidence to trust these three, it seemed.

So, slowly, I inched towards Knock Out's open servo. I felt Breakdown's and Airachnid's some-what heavy stares as I made myself put one foot in front of the other. My legs felt like they were vibrating as I approached the large metal hand. Every second I had to stop my reflexes from making me whirl around and try to run away. The Decepticons were supposed to be evil. Knock Out was supposed to be preening in front of the others. Airachnid was supposed to have spider-legs and was supposed to be coming after me so that she could have my 'head', literally. Breakdown…well…I think he was supposed to be trying to squish me. I don't know, there wasn't very much Breakdown-human contact in the show before they killed him off.

But I kept going, focusing solely on Knock Out's shiny servo. Once I reached it, I skirted around his digits and came up to his palm. Glancing up into his optics, not sure if I was searching for reassurance or something else, I cast my gaze down at his palm again, and slowly lifted my right pink converse-clad foot up to rest on the edge of his palm. My heart felt like it was having seizures in my chest, and my brain refused to compute what was going on. Everything seemed so surreal. I shouldn't have been about to step onto a real, live Transformer's servo.

Haltingly, I leaned forward, shifting my weight up onto my right foot. Tensing the muscles in my right leg, I shakily stepped up onto his palm. My legs trembled, and my skin felt clammy as adrenaline raced through my veins, screaming at me to run and hide until I could find a way out of this ship - if it was a ship.

But I forced myself to trust this blue Knock Out. I equalized my weight on both of my feet before I lowered myself and sat down cross-legged. With a wary look, I watched as Knock Out cupped his servo around me before lifting me high into the air. I held onto his thumb for support as I suddenly found myself 25 to 28 feet above the ground.

I shouldn't have, but I found myself risking a peek over the side of Knock Out's servo. I instantly froze up as the sensation of my blood turning to ice occurred. It was so far down...

This elicited a chuckle from the mech holding me. "It seems our little guest has a fear of heights," Knock Out stated.

That statement broke me from my sudden bout of acrophobia*, and I quickly scuttled away from the edge. Once I figured out what could have been the center of his palm, I crossed my legs and clasped my hands together. Don't look down again, I told myself. It's too far down.

"W-where are you taking me?" I asked, hoping that striking up a conversation would take my attention away from how high up I was. I looked up at the three awkwardly from my position.

"To see Megatron, our leader," Breakdown replied.

"We told him about the possibility of you originating from another universe, one, possibly, parallel to this one," Airachnid explained. "So he asked that you be brought to meet him personally."

I let out a silent sigh as I took that information in. Megatron. They were taking me to see Megatron. Was he any different than the Megatron I knew from Transformers: Prime? Was he just as intimidating? What if all this 'Decepticons-being-nice-to-a-human' was all a ruse? What if when they presented me to Megatron, I'd be killed? Fear settled in the pit of my stomach, and I brought my knees under my chin and wrapped my arms around them.

No words left my mouth. I just sat there as Knock Out carried me towards the area of the base (was it a base, or was it a ship? I still couldn't tell) where Megatron was. After it was apparent that I wasn't going to say anything else, the 'walk' fell into an uneasy silence. The silence was heavy, menacing, but I had nothing to say in order to break it. What was there to say?

Before I knew it, and before I was had even fully mentally prepared myself, we were through a door and in a room so large that I felt like an ant about to be discovered sneaking through a human's kitchen. And there, on the other side of the room, sat Megatron, in all his massive, sky-scraper-sized glory, at a table, alone. Quickly glancing about, I noticed that there were a few other Decepticons scattered about, sitting at their own tables. But my eyes were on Megatron.

My heart was cartwheeling around in my chest as my stomach twisted and turned in anxiety. A part of me screamed inside me, begging the part of me in control to turn and use Knock Out as a climbing apparatus in order to climb down. I tensed my muscles, thus locking myself in the sitting position I was in. I managed to still the inner battle raging inside me by reminding myself that there was a high chance that Megatron would not hurt me, and it was only reinforced when Megatron looked towards us, me, and I saw that he had blue optics…

Instantly, the battle within me, the conflicting thoughts, emotions, quietened, and I felt quite a lot calmer. Though, there was still suspicion niggling at the back of my mind. My heartbeat returned to its normal speed (albeit took a little bit and a lot of deep breaths). Knock Out stopped before Megatron and…just stood there. No bowing or cowering or exaggerated revealing of my presence.

Weird.

"Is this the girl?" Megatron suddenly said, speaking in perfect English. I watched as he looked down at me, and he seemed to stare into my eyes. I stared back, unable to do anything else.

"Yes, sir. This is the girl who is emitting the temporal energy, and the girl who claimed that she was from another universe," Knock Out confirmed.

After that, nothing else was said. My ears picked up the sounds of quiet conversations taking place in different areas of the large room. By the time Megatron spoke, it felt like my eyes were beginning to dry, since I was unable to allow myself to blink. I didn't want to blink, just in case Megatron decided to kill me. I couldn't trust him.

"What is your name?" Megatron suddenly asked, and I jumped a little in surprise.

I looked up at him in surprise. Why would he care—wait, I blinked slowly and took a deep, calming breath. This isn't the same Megatron you know about. He would have had you killed, I told myself. Biting my lip for a fraction of a second, I allowed myself to reply. "My name is…Mikaela Kodi," I said slowly, hesitantly.

Megatron looked at Knock Out. "Put her down on the table, Knock Out," he said. His optics followed me as I was gently lowered down onto the table, where I stepped off of Knock Out's servo. "We have much to speak about, Miss Kodi, if you do not mind."

I turned to face him and tipped my head back so I could look up into his face. I felt really uncomfortable; I was out of my element and alone in this place. I didn't know anyone here—well, that wasn't true, I probably knew who each and every Cybertronian in this place was, but I didn't know them personally. "O-okay. Go ahead," I said, stuttering. I shifted in place, feeling very uncomfortable about the incoming questions.

Megatron set a servo down next to me, and I jumped slightly, nerves strung tight. "Tell me about the world you came from," he said in tone that was gentle, but also firm.

I blinked at the half unexpected question. I tilted my head downward, my chin nearly touching my chest. What to say, what to say… After some thinking, I looked up through my eyelashes and at the leader of the Decepticons.

"Um…" I put my hands behind my back and began to fiddle with my fingers. "Well…back in my 'world' I lived a normal life. My universe was the same as yours, except the fact that there are no Cybertronians there."

A look flashed behind his optics, but he didn't say anything. I stared up at him, waiting to see if he would comment. But after a couple of minutes, it became apparent that he wasn't going to say anything, I quickly thought about what I was going to tell him next. I was talking to Megatron. I couldn't wrap my head around it. Blue optics…blue optics means that he's a good guy, right? Bayverse Frenzy had blue optics, and he was a bad guy! I thought. I mentally slapped myself. I was just running around in circles. The only way I was going to find out if I was among friends was to trust them until they broke my trust.

If that happened, it would hurt. A lot.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I went on. "My world is a mirror to this one, basically." I said that my universe was a mirror of his just in case saying that his may be a mirror of mine might offend him. "Except, there's no Jasper in Nevada in my world. Just a Jasper in Alberta, Canada."

Megatron nodded. "What is your position in your world, Miss Kodi?" he asked, out of the blue.

I blinked in surprise. I looked left and then right with my eyes as I gathered my suddenly scattered thoughts. I was suddenly very uncomfortable. My family wasn't very 'up there' in society. We were well known in our church family, but outside the walls of the church, we were basically nobodies. I was a Grade 12 high school student, with grades hovering in the 75% (A minus) range. I liked music, action movies, giant transforming robots, swords, colours, and glowing neon…but that didn't change my status. I was a city-born country girl who enjoyed riding horses and yearned to do something more than run my family's hobby-farm all by myself.

"I don't possess much of a high-standing. Middle-class—maybe on the higher end of the middle-class? I'm not sure, on Earth money often determined what class a person's in. At points, my family's monetary reserves would fluctuate rapidly. Sometimes we would have a lot of money, and sometimes we would be living paycheck to paycheck. I'm not anyone special." That was my explanation.

The leader of the Decepticons seemed a little taken-aback by what I had said, but it might have just been me. I thought I was good at judging the expressions on the robots I liked so much, but now that I facing them in real life, I found that I wasn't that good. Here, in real life, their expressions seemed so much more complex than they were in the show.

I stared up at him, waiting for a response. None came. He just asked another question. "Why do you think you found yourself in our universe?" he asked.

With a sigh, I sat down and crossed my legs. A shrug caused my shoulders to bob up and then down for a brief moment. "Dunno. I'm not special. My 'destiny' is to grow up, find a job, and then, hopefully become a writer in my free time. I was only a…" I paused for a couple seconds. "…a fan of Transformers."

A jagged eyebrow quirked in curiosity (hopefully). "Transformers?"

I nodded. "Transformers is a franchise revolving around the concept of two factions of giant alien robots coming to Earth to finish their war, which has been going on forever. It started as a three episode show which grew into a three season show in the eighties. Now there're comics, movies, and more TV shows…"

"There's a franchise in your universe…that explains the war between the Decepticons and Autobots?" he asked, incredulous and sounding slightly horrified.

I bit my lip and nodded again, but slower this time. What was he going to do now that he knew that I was from a universe that knew all about them?

After a few moments of a still silence filled with only the quiet voices engaged in quiet conversation echoing in the background, Megatron surprised me by saying, "What a…startling revelation." I looked up and our gazes locked. "Tell me—" What he was going to say next was cut off when a supersized monitor, positioned on the wall above what looked to be cube dispensers, let out a chime before flickering.

A squeak of surprise left my lips when Megatron suddenly covered me with one of his massive servos, blocking my view of the monitor. At first, I was confused, a little confused, and scared, but when a voice practically bellowed, "Megatron!" and I recognised it, I realized why Megatron was hiding me.

Agent Fowler.

Megatron didn't want Fowler to know about me yet, because he would try to take me into protective custody and all that because I would be 'in danger' around giant robots. And with the more time I hung around Megatron, the more I was seeing that he, and in extension, the Decepticons were not going to hurt me.

"What can I do for you, Agent Fowler?" the silver titan, that currently held me, asked calmly. My heart warmed slightly at the hidden meaning behind those words. Megatron must be a little bit annoyed with the African-American agent.

"I'm approaching the Nemesis, and request that I land on the upper deck. We need to talk," I heard the man say in a tone that warned of an incoming rant.

"You are always welcome here, Agent Fowler," Megatron said. The monitor beeped again, and the leader of the Decepticons lifted his servos away. I looked up at him as he said, "I am very sorry that I had to do that, Mikaela, but I do not think it would be very wise if we were to allow Agent Fowler to see you at this time."

I waved that explanation away, the boldest move I had done since I had come on board. "N-not to worry, sir. I understand. A civilian like me, to them, shouldn't be here," I said, stuttering at the beginning.

"But you must be here for your own protection."

"Y…yes…"

The silver and indigo blue mech look up and away from me, and at someone behind me. I turned and followed his gaze. It landed on a white cybercat that was sitting on the floor far below. I blinked, and he blinked back.

"Ravage, I need you to take Miss Kodi here, and keep her out of sight—but do not take her out of the room, do you understand?"

The robotic panther did a sloppy salute as Megatron picked me up and lowered me to the floor. Once both of my feet were on the floor, Ravage bounded up to me with a goofy grin on his kitty-face. "Hi! I'm Ravage!" he exclaimed, skidding to a stop right in front of me. He waved one of his paws in greeting, and, hesitantly, I waved back. "What's ur name?"

I couldn't stop the grin. I had always liked Shattered Glass Ravage. "I'm Mikaela," I replied. We started to walk away from Megatron, and Ravage began to prance around me like he was excited to have a human companion. Was he happy to have a human companion? "I heard you have a Yatter account—"

"Yep, do u?"

"No, but it sounds like fun."

Ravage began to, well, yatter about Yatter, and I listened to him go on and on about it. "When we can use a comp. i can help u set 1 up!"

Though his words weren't popping up above his head in a speech bubble, I knew his grammar was atrocious. Inside, I knew eventually I was going to go all OCD on that because I liked proper grammar.

Ravage stopped just outside the doorway leading into large cafeteria-like room we were just in, and he sat down on his haunches. I sat down and crossed my legs, pressing my back against the wall. I sat my backpack on my lap and quietly pulled the zipper open. I pulled out my iPad and showed it to him, and he helped me log on to the internet, but I'm not quite sure how.

A minute later, I was on the Yatter site. Just as I was about to sign up, I heard a door swoosh open in the room behind us. I focused on the tiny footsteps that tapped against the metal floor, and listened as Fowler listed off how many accidents were caused by Knock Out and Breakdown. "…And on a particular note, numerous sightings of a periwinkle blue Aston Martin and a blue military vehicle of unknown make and model!" Fowler said, finishing off his rant with a, "So, do you have anything you want to get off of your chestplates, Megatron?"

I bit my lip. I knew that Fowler was cranky at the beginning of the show…but man! How does he have the guts to snap at someone as big as Megatron?

"Hey, fleshy!" I heard Breakdown speak up. "Were there any humans spattered on the freeway?" The image that was…conjured up by that sentence was quite nasty, but I quickly shook it away. "No? Because the Decepticons know when to use force, and how much to use!"

There was a loud bang that caused both Ravage and I to jump in surprise before Knock Out cried, "Breakdown! I JUST FIXED THAT!"

A short pause. "Sorry, Knock Out," Breakdown apologised sheepishly.

I turned my attention back to my iPad, and set myself up on Yatter. Might as well get a spot in a social network in this universe. Could help me keep an eye on things.

After a little pause where I thought of an appropriate username, I progressed in my sign up.

Username: dimensionjumper

Soon, I was done signing up, and before I could even fully set up my page, user ravagekitteh was following me. I snuck a glance over at Ravage and saw he was on his own device. I smirked before logging off.

Sometime later, heavy footsteps woke me up from where I had fallen asleep up against the wall. I found myself lying on my side, and I figured I had fallen over in my sleep. I blinked the sleep from my eyes, and I looked around, realizing that Ravage was gone. I smirked inwardly, he must have gone ADHD and went off to do something when he saw that I had fallen asleep.

The footsteps jolted me to full awareness when I remembered everything. Giant robots, Decepticons, Fowler, good guys… I blinked and forced myself into a sitting position. I looked up at the owner of footsteps and…froze.

The tall white and gold mech stopped and looked down at me. I stared up the screen that covered his face and took in the gold trim around it. He didn't say anything, his screen only flickered once.

Soundwave.

I'll explain the Decepticons in the next chapter, since I only revealed two this chapter… anyway, hoped you enjoyed!

*acrophobia: the phobia of heights.

Alice-in-Wonderland-fan888: Glad you did! How did you like the meeting between Megatron and Mikaela?

roxie2120: Thanks! You'll have to wait in order to see!

Wheeliefan101: Nope, I don't. I think he's very cute, and despite his voice being quite high-pitched, I don't find it annoying. I think it's because he's technically a 'kid' to the other Cybertronians. Yeah, why do the cool characters have to be bad? But since the Decepticons are the good guys here, I couldn't see them making drones just for them to become cannon fodder. Thanks!

Shadow Katakura: Well, I guess I would probably be scared too…but I don't how I really would react. But yeah, it is a scary situation.

SunnySides: Soundwave is definitely alive, but he can't talk. Instead of deciding not to talk like his evil counterpart, he, well, can't. The story behind that will be explained next chapter. It had been a little battle in my head, trying to decide if he was to talk or not, because I like his surfer-dude way of talking (which shows how different we are), but I decided to have a little 'accident' happen to Sir Soundwave. Mwa.

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Auzurii: Nope, he didn't die! He's one of my favourite Decepticons, so why would I kill him off? No worries :3

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