My dream began on Merci, at first. I don't know some of my dreams were bring me back here and it is so strange to me. It began with Soundwave running after a pack of Hyegon's with me in his right servo. I did look pretty scared with huge, google-ey eyes! Never underestimate the size of your eyes that help observe and display your feelings. Soundwave trips over a large object then he is sent flying into another room then hit the wall which probably knocked him out.

That pretty fast crash did allow him to let me go before the wall greeted him.

"Wow." I got up, feeling dizzy and sick at once. "We got a—a-a Decepticon who likes speeding."

I walk over (more like dizzied over) to Soundwave.

"Hey Squidface, you should install some camera lights into your chest." I note.

I heard collected growls from behind. Chills went up my skin. My feet became stuck to the floor. One of them is on top of Soundwave while showing its mighty sharp fangs. This dream is a nightmare for sure. I cleared my throat reminding myself it's only a dream. It's not happening but the fear from this event had returned.

"Stay away from him!" I yell at it. "If I 'hadda shoe ya wouldn't stand a chance against mesah!'

The Hyegon growls.

"If you want him online, then follow us." Oh, that's Coje's voice. He's dead ya know in real life.

"Ar—r-r-are ya stupid?" I ask. Yes. I did ask that question to a evolving horrid inhabitant.

"No." Coje said.

"Then you are stupid-face." I said, shaking my head. "Too stupid. Lemme tell ya something about capturing humans: don't make them scream."

"Why?" Coje asks.

"Your eardrums will break into pieces." I tell him.

One Hyegon lowers itself down to Soundwave's arm, and so did a few others.

"I am not kidding, human." Coje said, sharply.

I cheered.

"Yay!" I sang doing fist pumps. "You called me huuummaaaaan!"

"This isn't a time to celebrate." Coje rudely said.

"You are an idiot." I repeated myself. "Yer'll see why. Fine, I'll come—but don't say I told ya so."

Then my dream change locations. It began in somewhere dark and resembled a torture chamber. It seemed fit for a cybertronian who took pride being surrounded by creepy scenery. A tall dark creepy looking figure came towards this chamber with a red cybertronian complaining about his paintjob—wait that's Knock Out!

"My paintjob!" Knock Out whines as his armor scrapped against a sharp object. "You will pay—no no don't put me up there!"

The figure puts him into one of those hanging upside down by your leg things.

"Where is she?" The figure asks, with one of his hands showing a chainsaw.

Oh sh—I recognize that chainsaw! He's Lockdown!

"I don't know." Knock Out's optics wince.

Lockdown took a sharp object out from a table.

"Not acceptable." Lockdown said, clawing at one part of Knock Out's body.

Knock Out's optics became small, and then, he screams in pain.

"Stop it!" He pleads. "I don't know where she is."

Lockdown tortures Knock Out a couple more times.

"I have sources who say otherwise." Lockdown said, bringing the bleeding medic closer. "If you want to be spared then tell me exactly where this unwanted dimension crosser is."

"I. . ." Knock Out then stops. He refused to tell. His lips became a grimace. "Don't know."

Lockdown knocks the young mech back hard against the neighboring wall.

"She was never meant to be here." Lockdown instructs him. "And her time here will come to an end. I will not take your spark in exchange for her location . . . Nor will your armor be ruined much longer. You can't hold on to her location for long."

"I have strict orders from my leader." Knock Out said. "Make him tell you. Because I will not tell, no matter what you do to my paintjob."

"Then we have a problem." Lockdown said with a sneer.

He then knocked out the young mech.

"No!" I awaken in mid-dream. Tears were rolling down my face. "No . . ." I wipe the tears coming down my face. "They shouldn't protect me from a problem . . ."

I hopped outta the custom-made-Un sleep deprivation-berth and then walked out the room.

"Decepticons shouldn't . . . they shouldn't protect me." I go to the hallway where my arrival had taken place.

I made a marking there; with a 'sp' in a circle marking on the wall right where they found me. More like where I first met the Decepticons as a hyper-active girl. I feel the markings using my right hand. Yes I'm a righty. Knowing this all comes to an end one day made a damper on my thoughts. It felt sad to bare this knowledge as a Transfan. It feels like it's only been a day that I arrived into the Primeverse when it's been three earth months.

Megs rescued me last earth month from the Merci ship.

"Why are you not in recharge?" I heard Megatron's voice.

I look over my shoulder, and there was Megatron.

"Nightmare." I said, shifting towards Megatron's direction. I did tell the truth; it was a Gemini dream of mine that foreshadowed the future.

"Nightmares are our enemies." Megatron said.

I laughed at the mech who sounded like a brilliant actor in a cheesy movie. Megatron made an adorable statement although I suspect he's not referring to me and him—which is an expected move-. The Tyrant may understand body language but what he just said sounds . . . cute.

"By 'Our', I mean my army." Megatron adds.

I look back to the markings on the wall.

"Care to promise me something?" I said.

"I'm not up for promises with a vulnerable cybertronian." Megatron informs me.

I turn around towards the gigantic mech.

"Two points for Hufflepuff." I shook my head already feeling an old smile coming back. "You are doing good making conversation with a Cyber-Organic." Progress has been going to actually get Megatron better at having a conversation with me.

Megatron did not appear impressed but I sure did.

"Bravo!" I clap my hands impressed by his improvement. "Bravo!"

"I do not see how this matters." Megatron said, like a total melancholy Debbie downer.

I stop clapping.

"Don't protect where I am at." I spilled the beans. "I mean . . . ya know." I swish my hands in any direction. Megatron looks confused so are; one point from Hufflepuff, sadly. "Whenever I'm gone to some planet for . . . forever."

Megatron folds his arms.

"Are you finally going to take up annoying another planet?" Megatron asks.

I mutter 'glasses need cleaned' and then bravo they were cleaned.

"No; Megs." I said. "If a random dark cruel cybertronian demands to know where I am at; just tell 'em."

Megatron's reaction is unique and not what I expected from him. He unfolds his arms.

"What?" Megatron acts like he had been told Starscream and Knock Out had gotten together. "I don't understand why you are asking me to make a promise."

Megatron appears very confused.

"My nightmare had a vision of the future." I said, watching his face become a skeptical look. "If I changed the future then perhaps Knock Out wouldn't get tortured and then you wouldn't either by a bounty hunter." I explain as the words spilled out. "Change the future, make it different, and not torture threatening."

Yeah, time travel speaking.

"Are you a Psychic?" Megatron eyes at me.

"I'm a Gemini." I said. "Close as I can get." I look down towards my feet. "I know this promise MIGHT end up in the event happening . . ." I clear my throat. "But I plan not to change this universe's future." I look away from my feet towards the giant Decepticon. "Cross my heart on it."

I crossed my heart.

"You should head back to recharge." Megatron advise me.

"I can't." I said. "Whenever I close my eyes; I hear Knock Outs tortured-helpless screams."

Megatron sighs, as he briefly looks up to the ceiling.

"Fine." Megatron said, after looking down from the ceiling. "I promise if 'a random dark cruel cybertronian' demands to know where you are; I will tell them where to find you."

I actually hugged Megatron's leg with a little smile. That's a bundle of relief off my shoulders, yay!

"T—t-thank you." I said, backing off before Megatron dared to shoot at me using his fusion canon.

"Now go to recharge." Megatron orders me.

"Like I said . . ." I tap my fingers together while looking up at the tyrant. "Those screams can keep you up."

"I will hate this." Megatron said, looking away from the ceiling. He looks down to me. "But you must swear never ever to tell a Decepticon about this."

"Um sure." I said, with a small shrug. "I swear over my small golden blanket." I held my right hand up like it was a pledge. "Now what do you hate about 'this' that I don't know?"

Megatron takes me by the hand and then he lead me to his room. I then understood what he was implying in the hallway. Most Transfans may never encounter Megatron the Decepticon Leader acting this way for a Cyber-Organic (In my world, they are referred to as Cyber-Organics) this short and back to the implying in the hallway: It was sleeping with the tyrant –not in the way that involves reproduction.

When I mean sleeping with Megatron; it's just generally recharging on him.

"Don't get any funny ideas about this." Megatron warns me, as the door shut behind us.

Wow the room decorations really suited Megatron's character.

"It's only for a night." I said, as Megatron got on his berth.

"To make you recharge." Megatron said. Megatron the one and only tyrant in the Primeverse is letting me sleep on him.

I wonder what had changed between us to reach this point in our not-so-relationship.

Was it him saving me on Merci?

Was it me arranging Beautyfight and Starscream to go out on a 'date'?

Or was it Soundwave's newly colored on mask going un-noticed by the mech himself?

"Yep." I said.

I climb up his berth and somehow get on his leg armor. I must have amused the tyrant as he pretended not to be paying attention to me sliding down from the really slick forever shiny metal. I finally had gotten on the top of his leg after the 10th try. I watch his optics power down right as I came to the purple knee 's body feels warm and cozy, especially his slick armor.

For a moment there I forgot all about the nightmare. All I wanted was to fall asleep hearing nothing but only feeling the really warm armor of Megatron. I felt safe from the nightmare's nagging side effect. All the care in the world had evaporated from my mind. He looks so content in recharge, better mentally record it as it may never ever happen again My Sim-bar suddenly went down, my eyelids were ready to close, all my hyper energy had depleted. Better sneak out when it's morning . . . before the 'cons are waking up.

Usually the cons got up at 7 AM.

The memory recorded video of Megatron in recharge is sealed in my mind. I crawled up further on Megatron until I got to the thigh metal armor. The thigh metal armor is away from the purple metal skin on his kneecap. My legs gave flat out and my arms were so exhausted they couldn't budge an inch. And then I dozed off.