000

Being a major Decepticon strong hold, Darkmount, it wasn't no surprise that it never got quiet let alone stopped but it did calm down during the night hours on this side of Cybertron. Most of the hallways were dark and silent including all the main living quarters' hallways. Along the hallway floor fluorescent dark green tubes lined the edge of the floor to help light the way. The colors varied from hallway to hallway.

One lone figure walked the hallway. Despite his light silver frame he seemed to blend into the darkness, the green glow added to the weird and creepiness to the hall. The figure stopped at one of the occupied rooms. He pushed the buzzer to the door control panel to inform the 'con inside there was a visitor.

"Enter" came a soft females voice from inside and Megatron entered.

Quick Silver turned to great her guest a small smile came across her face when she saw who it was "So you took me seriously."

"I guess so." replied Megatron entering her quarters

Silver sat on the couch, her cannon that was on her back -the largest one- was on her lap the other one sat beside her "Is the room to your liking?"

"Small but I'm use to it. Have a seat" nodding to the empty chair near the desk. He took it.

"Now don't tell me you came all this way to see me. You said you had planes to work out."

"I can work on them when I need." Silver looked as if she wasn't paying Megatron any mind but really she was. She shocks her head at his comment.

"So tell me have you talked to your femme's?"

"Majors and Scrapple have decided to come the others aren't sure yet"

Megatron didn't say anything he just watched Silver clean her cannons, admiring her gentleness. Even so a frown crossed his face at her reply, why, he didn't known.

"Shockwave said that he'd contact Majors in a few breems about the communications."

"Excellent", was all she said.

He found himself seating in silence again. Silver wasn't much of a conversation starter tonight but then again she was concentrating on her work. A thought just went across his processor "What about your base?"

Silver took a few moments to answer him "I was hoping that you'd ask Shockwave to take care of it. Make sure that the neutrals or Autobot's want take it over."

"I suppose we could work something out. It is on the way to Polyhex."

The two sat their in silence again, Silver running this threw her processor and what Megatron meant. Suddenly Megatron found himself staring at Silver. He really hadn't looked at it before. Of course he had but not the way he was now.

Her helmet was curved around to her 'cheeks'. A band came from her forehead to the back of her head very similar to an Autobot design. The two plates just above her optics were like a crown on her head. The plate that wrapped itself around the back of her head and the small vents on her curved armor protected her 'cheeks' near the tips.

Her face was curved, polished, and manufactured with the utmost perfection. Her blood red optics seemed to be peaceful while she worked they seemed to fit her almost unnoticeable smile with her two colored 'lipstick'.

Silver then decided to look up at that moment. Megatron admittedly widened his optics not realizing what he was doing, shook his head, and looked away.

"What?" asked Silver, one optic ridge raised.

"Nothing" trying to make himself look like he was looking at her without actually doing it.

"On there is something. I'm not blind."

"I know that", deciding to look at her now, a frown planted on his face.

Silver let out a sound similar to a human snort. She knew other wise, "You don't seem like the Deceptcions leader I've heard so much about."

Megatron crossed his arms over his chest and watched as Silver put her polishing rag and container away and put her cannons beside her. The femme commander then turned to look at the light silver Decepticon. "Really? Well don't judge a book by its cover." said Megatron reciting an old Earth idiom he remembered.

"I'm starting to believe other wise. Your sure being nice to me and my girls" crossing her right leg over the other that half grin on her face.

"You haven't seen my temper yet Quick Silver" adding emphasis to her name "Fell lucky if my temper is never forward to you."

Shrugging "Whatever."

"You don't believe me?"

"Not really."

"Well ask Starscream when we get to Earth. He's seen the inside of my fusion cannon more times than I can remember."

Silver leaned back on the couch and seemed to study Megatron while he talked. He noticed and wasn't really sure what to make of her. Weather is was a good thing or a bad thing. Finally Silver smiled with one optic ridge raised.

"I'll be sure to ask him" amusement in her voice

At that moment Megatron stood up from his seat and looked down on the female commander, "Well I'll see you in the morning. I presume you remember your way to the control room?"

"Like you remembered passing my shooting range" standing up herself

Silver came up to Megatron's 'collar' when she stood up straight. The similarity in the twos optics was uncanny. Both were blood red, they also had that gaze only authority like themselves could have.

Before Silver realized what was happening Megatron had cupped her chin his thumb just below her bottom 'lip' and was leaning down. Silvers optics widened with utter surprise as she felt Megatrons lips embrace hers. Even though the kiss only lasted a few seconds Silver felt that it didn't last long enough. She couldn't believe she was thinking that way.

Megatron leaned back and put his black hand back down to his side and blank look on his face but a satisfied look in his optics.

"Till then, Quick Silver" just before exiting her quarters.

Quick Silver stood frozen in place starring at the door Megatron had excited. It had been a long time sense she had been speech less. The last time she was left speech less was when Jockey had stood up for himself a few vorns(1 ago. That was different but so was this. Drastically different.

Why wasn't she angry? It had been vorns sense she was last kissed by the opposite gender. Silver shook her head and went back to work trying her best to forget what just happened but she couldn't no matter how hard she tried.

000

Vorns: A year

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The FCF, and the plot, belong to me

Names and characters are entirely coincidental