A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update guys! I finally had a day off work, after a week and a half, and I have not had much time to write. :(
It is sooo bloody hot right now, I really want to jump in a pool, or stay in the basement, or have air conditioning. Who the hell said it could be 104 in Washington??? D8 anywho.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Transformers, Hasbro/Takara does and Michel Bay is the one to thank for the fucked up Megatron that turns into a 'cybatronian tank'. (What the hell is a cybatronian tank? ) I still love Megs though :3
(OP POV)
"I'm not going to cause a scene Prime, I'm not that stupid." A deep voice responded. Dread filled my body and my eyes widened as the body next to mine started to move. I quickly started to move back, trying to put as much space between us as possible, only to find myself on the floor seconds later. I let out a painful groan as I rubbed the back of my head. Smooth Prime.
"I'm glad to see you have not lost your gracefulness, though I can't still be that intimidating can I?" said a very amused Megatron, leaning over the side of the bed with his trademark smirk plastered on his face as he watched me struggle find something coherent to say.
"Uh. Thanks I guess." I said awkwardly as I looked up at the black haired boy above me. "And no, you are not intimidating, you just startled me is all. A warning that you were awake would have been nice!" I sat up and glared at him. He continued to smirk at me. "Stop looking at me like that, it's creeping me out." I stood up and tried to look at anything but him. His eyes were kind of creepy, they were the color of fresh blood and had an eerie kind of glow to them or maybe that was his amusement showing through. "What's so amusing?" I finally asked as he let out a laugh.
"The irony of being turned into something I hate. Though I think I am in a better position than you, at least I was not turned into a female fleshling." He said as he sat up "though if I heard correctly, you said something about you being a carrier so I guess that would explain a few things, though the damn Allspark also told me what happened to us while I was unconscious. That thing is fragging annoying, it would not shut up and it would not let me wake up till it was done with our 'conversation'. Its as annoying as Starscream" I listened to his grumbling with wide eyes. Primas had talked to him?
"You talked to Primas?! What did he say?" I asked eagerly, maybe now I would get an explanation!
Megatrons expression darkened as he spoke. "Don't expect your god to fix this. He has abandoned us just like before, but this time he told me so to my face. All you need to know is that we are stuck like this till we die and that is all that is important. Now if you don't mind Prime, would you go ask that annoying boy if he has something I can put on." with that, he laid back down facing the wall and covered himself with the comforter, hiding himself from view, leaving no room for argument.
"His name is Sam." I huffed, slamming the door shut as I stomped off to Sam's room. I knocked on the door softly when I got there. A few seconds later he opened the door and let me in.
"So I take it sleeping beauty has awoken?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as I nodded quickly. "I realize you are pissed, but breathing is normally a good thing when you want to stay alive."
I sighed as I let out the breath I was holding to prevent myself from screaming in frustration. "Sorry. Umm… do you have anything I can give him to wear? Somehow I think you would rather sacrifice some clothing than scar your mind again, as you put it." I smiled as he handed me a pile of cloths.
"Way ahead of ya. I figured he would wake up soon anyway, and as much as I would rather he stay asleep forever, things trend to go in the opposite direction of what I want."
"I think I can relate to that."
"Dinner is going to be ready in like 15 minutes so I would suggest making grumpy… not Ratchet, the psycho grumpy one, to get cleaned up before then." Sam then made his way to the door and I watched as he disappeared down the hall and down the stairs to what I presumed to be the kitchen. I sighed as I stood in the room by myself and slowly willed myself to go back into the room that I was sharing with Megatron. Seriously what did I do to deserve this?
I opened the door to find the room and Megatron exactly how they were when I left. I walked up to the bed and unceremoniously dumped the cloths on his head. "Go take a shower and when you are done come downstairs, dinner is going to be ready in 15 minutes." I got a grumble in response. With that I went down stairs to find Sam setting the table and his mother bringing stuff out. " Primus that smells good. What is it?" I asked as she set a basket full of something that smelt way to good, down that was covered with a towel.
"They are bread rolls. I made chicken fettuccine, I figured something heavy would help everyone sleep well tonight." She said as she went back to the kitchen to retrieve more things to put on the table.
I turned to Sam "is there anything I can do to help?"
"I am done with everything here, but if you really wanted to help, you can go and make psycho grump to hurry up, we are ready to eat and I don't want to be the one to go and get him."
"What did you just call me?" someone growled from behind us. Sam and I both looked at each other with wide eyes; Sam's right eye twitched a little as he opened his mouth to speak.
"errrr…. Psycho grump? " We both turned around slowly to find a very pissed Megatron glaring daggers at Sam who retaliated by backing up as much as he could, running into the back of one of the chairs. He waved his hands in front of his chest and laughed nervously. "It was just a joke! Honest!"
"Yes I am sure that is exactly what you meant." His voice held no amusement as he said this. I smiled reassuringly at Sam as he turned to me with the look of 'HELP!' plastered to his face.
"Sam, he is not going to kill you. And besides what do you expect me to do to him? He is a head taller than you and way taller than me." I pointed out, earning a chuckle in response from Megatron.
"As amusing as it would be to see you try to fight me, I'd be afraid of killing you so easily. You are so small and fragile now." He said as he pat the top of my head. I glared at him.
"That is because you are a overgrown oaf." I grumbled.
"Says the person who fell out of the bed."
I turned red with embarrassment, waving his hand way from my head. "I told you, it was an accident! You startled me!!!" This time both Sam and Megatron were laughing, I turned away with an angry huff as Sam's parents came into the dinning room.
"WELL! Is everyone hungr…… oh I think that spark thingy that turned you two into humans did not really know much about our race. Your eyes are not a natural color at all. Well, neither of yours are but Optimu's are closer." Sam's mom said as she inspected Megatron. " And my are you tall! Well you will just have to come with us tomorrow so we can get you some cloths that fit you better! Oh~ it will be lots of fun, and Sam you are coming to help him, no arguments. And I'm sure we can make up some excuse for your eyes." The entire time, Megatron just stared at her with a puzzled expression. Judy just smiled up at him. "Now lets eat!"
As soon as she said this, both Sam and his father sat down and started to pile things onto their plates. Megatron sat down awkwardly and I sat down next to him and started to grab some of the bread that I smelt earlier, shoving one into my mouth and making a happy 'mm' sound as I ate it. Primus these are good!
"Well are you going to just sit there or am I going to have to put some food onto your plate myself?" Sam's mother said, waving around one of the pasta spoons as she said this. I looked from her to Megatron and then back at her with a look on my face that clearly stated that she was insane.
"I think I can manage if you stop waving that damn thing around so I can get some of whatever that is." Megatron grumbled, glaring at Sam's mother as she handed him the spoons and scooted the bowl closer to him with a smile.
"I'm sure you can, you just seemed like you were going to sit and stair at it for the rest of the night. Oh and Optimus, dear, you are not just going to eat the bread."
I nodded in response as I ate another roll and watched in amusement as Megatron struggled to get the pasta onto his plate without it falling back into the bowl. I bet if he still had his plasma canon he would have blown the bowl up by now.
"So while we are all here, and since tomorrow is going to be a full day, we should figure out what we are going to call you too since Optimus and….." she paused, making a hand motion to Megatron that indicated that she wanted him to tell her his name, but he was not paying attention to anything other than the pasta that was still giving him a hard time.
"Megatron" I answered as I grabbed one of the pasta spoons from him, earning a growl as I scooped some onto my plate.
"Right… like I said, not very good human names. You two are going to get enough attention because of your eye colors, I don't think you need your names to be questioned too. I have always like the name Opal. Oh! Your name can be Opaline!"
I stared at her for a moment before I started to shake my head fiercely. "No! I am tired of changing my name! I feel like every time something changes me even a little I have to change my fragging name! I don't want to do it anymore! If I have to change it I am changing it back to what it was originally."
"Fucking."
Everyone stopped and looked at Megatron who was eating his food ever so calmly. "Excuse me?"
"If you are going to be a human than talk like one. Last time I checked 'fragging' is not a word they use and I believe 'fucking' is the closest word that you can use as a substitute. I might hate humans, but I am not naive to their ways." He said as he took one of the bread rolls from my plate and started to eat it.
"Sooo. What was your name originally anyway?" Sam asked quickly, breaking the awkward tension and my ever-deepening glare at Megatron.
"Orion Pax." I half growled as I continued to glare at the black haired human next to me.
"If you really don't want to change your name again, wont force you too. Orion is better than Optimus, though strange for a girl, but that is fine. Orion Opaline Witwicky. That has a nice ring to it." At this point, Sam's mother was beaming with glee, though I could not figure out why.
"Err. Yah. That works I guess." I paused for a moment thinking it over. That name is as good as any. At least I don't have to keep reminding myself what name I am suppose to respond to. "And what about him?" I said, jabbing my fork in Megatron's direction.
"What about me?" he said, raising an eyebrow and glaring fixedly at the fork in my hands.
"What is your human name going to be?"
"I don't intend to change my name Prime."
"I'm sorry, but there is no one at this table by that name." I said sweetly, continuing to jab the fork in front of his face. "And you are going to change your name. Being a 6 foot 2 human with red eyes and a name like Megatron, I don't really consider that blending in to society."
"Its not my fault you are so damn short, and what exactly do you suggest I go by hmm?"
"Oh man, I have the best name ever!" Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their undivided attention to Sam, who had a smug look on his face. "It is totally fitting, though I don't know if you guys are going to get it or not."
We continued to stair at him, waiting for him to actually say the name. Finally, his mother motioned with her hands for him to spit out the name and his eyes went wide and he laughed, scratching the back of his head. "haha, right, the name. So I was thinking, since he seems to like war and killing and stuff, err... at least when he was a giant robot, if you translate that into human mythology you get Ares."
"Let me get this straight. You want to have his name be the same as the Greek god of war, bloodlust and slaughter?" I questioned, giving him the look that said you cant be fragging serious.
"And agriculture… if you consider the Roman version." Sam said meekly, sinking into his seat a little. "When you put it that way it sounds so wrong. I thought it would be funny. Ironic even."
Megatron chuckled, turning my attention way from a embarrassed Sam. "Humans are so strange. Lets make a god of everything related to war and then decide that he is to brutal and not everyone will want to worship him so we will make him also the god of farming! Who the hell connected war with farming?" He continued to laugh, pushing his empty plate away from him. "I think I am going to have to use that name, but we will take out the farming bit."
"Great." I gambled as I too, pushed my plate away from me. "At least now we have an expiation as to why your eyes are red. 'Oh my eyes? Their red because of my bloodlust and love for war.'"
"I'll have to remember that." He said, smirking at me as my face twisted into a look of disapproval.
"If you two are done, you can head to bed. I am sure everyone is tired from a long day." Sam's mother said as she stood up and started to gather the plates.
"I'm tired just from listening to your ridicules conversations. Sam, do your chores before you head to bed, I am will be in the living room." Sam's father said as he nodded to his wife and left the room without another word.
I turned to Sam's mother and smiled. "Thank you so much for the meal. It was delicious." Megatron and I got up at the same time, and as he turned to leave I grabbed his arm and turned him back around, glairing at him and nudging my head in Sam's mothers direction.
He sighed and rolled his eyes before saying: "yah. Thanks." And turned to go back to the room we were in before. I shook my head as I fallowed him. Well at least he kind of said thank you, even if it was kind of rude.
Once in the room, I shut the door quietly behind me and went over to the bed, looking at it awkwardly. Megatron had already thrown himself onto the left side of the bed, stretching almost in a feline like manner, before relaxing and then turning his attention to me. He looked at me in question as I continued to look at the bed like it was suppose to give me an answer.
"So are you going to stand there all night or are you going to lay down. The damn bed is big enough for three people. " I continued to stair, pushing my fingers together nervously. "For Primus sake, just lie down and go to bed. I am not going to murder you!"
I sat down as far away from him as I could be, feeling myself go red as I stared at my lap.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You were fine laying on the same damn bed before, so what is wrong now?
"You were unconscious then. Or I thought you were. This is different. Its strange okay." With that, I reached over and turned off the bedside lamp, leaving the room in darkness. I settled into the bed on my side with my back to my bedmate, and trying to make as much room between us as I could.
"Its strange that you have company in the same room as you when you are going to sleep, or strange that it is your arch enemy in the same room as you when you go to sleep?" he asked quietly, yawning in-between each question.
"I don't want to talk about it." I said more to myself than to him.
"It can't be that freaking complicating Prime. Just spit it out."
"Goodnight Megatron." I said, raising my voice slightly. I listened for a response, but all I got was a mumbled 'whatever' and then silence. I sighed, bearing myself in my pillow and puling the comforter closer to my body. I hope this is not a dream.
Well~ one down, a bazillion to go! o_O; or however many it takes me to finish this story. So to make them go to school or not to make them go to school? In the first TF movie, Sam was in 11th grade, so intermission between movies right? 8D
And I totally will draw OP and Megs soon~ I just need to find time. =_=
Oh~ and I LOVE to read reviews! So please review. It really makes my day brighter. And sorry if this chapter was kinda sloppy (don't kill me) /run away
… in the next chapter they get to visit the wonderful/crazy world of the mall, and interact with other people. :O