Well, I've got a few things to say. One, I have a five day weekend next week to hopefully do some quality story updating. Two, READ DECEPTIGIRL'S STORY! It's called Twisted Worlds, and it's the making of a superb story, so read and review it. Three, I'm not writing My Life Began With You: Deleted Scenes anymore...due toa few requests, I'm writing a real sequel. Now, on with this story!

Chapter Fifteen: Can't Get You Out of My Head

Mercy jumped when she heard the gun fire. As if in slow motion, Brenna's body fell backwards onto the white carpet of the living room floor. Blood began to pool around her and Mercy thought for sure Brenna was dead. She looked to the man who grinned and turned to her. His shirt had spatters of blood on it though he didn't seem to mind. The android felt fire begin to pulse through her circuits.

"Now Mercy, I honestly do not care Brenna refused me, I really am starting to like you much better anyway. So what do you say?"

"You shot Brenna."

The man laughed and Mercy felt the burning sensation in her circuits begin to increase tenfold.

"She had it coming to her," explained the man, "Don't tell you want the same fate, beautiful."

"No," Mercy said in voice full of bloodlust, a voice she did not know she possessed, "You evil…sick man!"

He laughed again and Mercy felt the burning within her explode. She glanced down at her hands only to see they were engulfed in flames, but there was no pain. She really was going to burn someone, and it was going to be the man before her…

Mercy opened her eyes. Cool night air surrounded her…it was almost dawn; she could tell from the birds she heard chirping. Something didn't feel right though, she felt like a crazed animal that had just sensed the barometer drop…but there was no rain, not even a cloud in the sky. She could see the fading stars just fine above her head, but that didn't set her mind to ease. And she knew she didn't have a sixth sense, but she knew something was going to happen today…something worth noting.

The android sighed and sat up. A chill passed through her and she hugged her knees to her chest, cold. There must have been an error in her temperature unit to explain why she felt cold nearly all the time. She hated being cold…she couldn't sleep when she was cold…winter was so unpleasant. Her clothes felt cold and clammy. She looked down at them only to see that there were tracings of frost on them…heavier in certain places. Glancing over at Megatron she saw he was covered in Mother Nature's sheet of frozen dew, and groaned. He was going to be agitated this morning. She really wasn't in the mood for another fight with him today…yesterday had been bad enough.

Mercy thought back to the time a couple mornings ago when she had showed Megatron the murder…she had left out two parts. One part she left out was the name of Brenna's killer because she couldn't remember it. The other part was where she had managed to get the killer to leave. Mercy wasn't sure why, but she didn't want Megatron to find out about her gift of fire.

She believed it was similar to the electricity that the decepticon leader contained in his fist, but different as well. Looking Megatron over, she wondered if he ever felt cold…

Shifting her position so that she was now crouched beside the decepticon leader, she summoned the fire within her and watched as her hands became engulfed in a golden orange flame. She waited a few moments as the flames got warmer, and when they were hot enough, she hovered them just over the decepticon leader's frostbitten frame and began to thaw his armor.

Megatron felt his systems come online, but he kept his optics offline. He was trying to figure out why he felt cold and warm at the same time. His hands, feet, and legs were cold…but his torso was warm. It was eerie and calming at the same time…and it was soothing the ache in his chest. Megatron inhaled air into his systems to cool his warming torso and he exhaled in a sweetly passionate whisper, "Oh, Mercy."

She snapped her head to look at his face…his optics weren't online…he had to be recharging still…but dreaming about her? Mercy found that highly unlikely, but why did he just say her name in such an orgasmic way? She slowly took her eyes from his face and looked down at her hands before asking softly, "Megatron is your body fireproof?"

Optics still offline he replied, "To a degree, yes."

She could tell Megatron was awake…but why wasn't he letting his optics online? Mercy couldn't think of any explanation other than he just didn't want to, but she didn't understand his behavior…let alone why. Sighing, she shifted so she was sitting beside his head. She momentarily squeezed her eyes shut before she opened them and slowly extended a shaky hand out to his cheek…until she was cupping his face in her hand.

Megatron felt a burning warmth on his cheek…it didn't hurt that much…but the warmth was surprisingly pleasant. And he could feel his spark pounding in his chest…the ache completely disappeared the instant Mercy's hand had touched him…he allowed his optics to flicker online and he completely missed the flames burning against his face. His optics opened to see Mercy…and that's where his gaze stayed. The decepticon leader found himself completely and utterly lost inside her eyes…reading her confused expression. The rising sun was beginning to glint off her hair making it look like it was glowing yet again. "Please tell me this is a dream," he breathed; his voice strained and almost hoarse.

"Why a dream?" she asked tenderly, wanting to stroke his face but not daring to.

"Because I don't want it to be real."

Mercy looked at him surprised and then quickly turned away from him. As she pulled away, Megatron noticed finally that her hands were on fire. Stunned he sat up and demanded, "What's going on?"

She looked at him from where she was sitting and questioned, "What do you mean?"

"Your hands are burning."

Mercy glanced down at her hands and examined them before saying, "No, they're fine."

Megatron gave her a quizzical look, "Fine?"

She shook her hands until the fire went out and explained, "When you made me an android…I became obsessed with burning things…you knew. And the day Brenna was murdered; I got so mad at her killer that flames erupted from my hands…like you saw just now, and I scared him away."

"So that explains the burn marks from the time I tied you up and you got free," he mused.

Mercy nodded and he sighed. Megatron thought back to the murder…from what he knew about it, the android presented a worthy argument proving her innocence. But one thing still lingered on his mind: was that "memory" of the murder she showed him really a memory? He didn't know how to figure out if it was or not. And a small part of him was beginning to believe that Mercy didn't commit the murder and that she had been telling the truth all along. What bothered him the most at the moment was the fact that he wasn't angry with her…no resentment at all. He had to get away from her, before it drove him out of his mind.

"Why didn't you tell me about the fire?" he asked feigning annoyance.

"I didn't think you would believe me."

"You could've proven it though."

"It was just one less argument to have with you," she answered and Megatron understood.

He felt the ache return to his chest and he bit back a grimace as he thought, "Perhaps its just lust." Megatron had to get her out of his mind…out of his emotions…just out of everything. But yet…he didn't want to. He shook his head trying to rid himself of any thoughts of her, he had to stay sane.

Mercy watched him with a curious bewilderment upon her face. Ignoring him, she laid back on the grass and looked up at the sky. Closing her eyes she let a chilly breeze run over her and the smell of the pines overcome her as the birds chirped and sang. "Spring," she thought, "An end to winter." She sighed heavily…half hoping Megatron would come over and sit by her and stroke her face…or at least hold her again. Mercy felt her heart beat as light and as free as the wind whenever she thought about Megatron…

And she knew she loved him.

Somewhere, between all the madness and pain and confusion she managed to fall for him. Perhaps it was because he stuck around and didn't give up on her…maybe because he had saved her life when she was drowning in the river…or possibly it was from all the tender moments they had together. Mercy held back a grin knowing it was all three reasons. She breathed light heartedly and placed a hand on her chest and felt her heart or spark, whichever it was, pulsing inside of her. Making sure her telepathic link was closed she thought, "Come to me Megatron…come. Touch me Megatron, please…talk to me…hold me…care for me. You've made me go insane and it's only fair I do the same to you." And she waited in silence for him to come, eyes closed, breath heavy…but he never did.

She opened her eyes and saw him standing, leaning against a tree and watching the rising sun through the cracks in the trees. Mercy longed to know just what it was he was thinking about, she had a feeling that something concerned him more than the fact he wasn't alive again. But he did an excellent job of making sure his telepathic link was closed…and she couldn't figure out why she was keeping his thoughts so secretive. It agitated him, she knew that much…but was it possible his thoughts concerned her?

Mercy sat up knowing she should just give up on her feelings for the decepticon leader…she'd never confess unless he confessed the same to her as well. Love was the greatest pain in the world…and the easiest way to get rid of that pain was to never let it start. But Mercy knew she had already gone too far beyond letting it start…and the only other option she had left was to ignore it and forget it. But forgetting anythinga person may havecared about is never easy. And Mercy knew that she had a long road ahead of her, and instead of thinking about what Megatron and her could be, she began thinking about what she would do once the decepticon leader was gone.

The android was snapped from her thoughts when she suddenly heard Megatron sigh. She looked to him only to catch his gaze. He looked at her for a moment before he said, "When I go back to Cybertron…I'm not taking you with me."

"What if the murder isn't solved yet?"

"That's your problem, not mine," he stated and abruptly turned back to the sun…saying that comment had hurt him…and he had a feeling that it hurt her as well.

"Then…then help me try and find the guy that killed Brenna that way I'll be alright when you go," she pleaded.

Megatron glanced at her, "There's no way we'd find him."

"He's after me…if we go back to my town then—

"Then you will be arrested and I won't be able to collect any energy from you, now enough of this nonsense. Just do me a favor and leave me alone."

Mercy watched as Megatron walked to the other side of the clearing, away from her…she never felt so hated in her life. She swallowed hard and went over to the tree where Megatron had been, only to notice a sign. It read:

POSTED…NO HUNTING…NO TRESSPASSING... property owned by Shawn Lewis

"Shawn Lewis?" Mercy exclaimed quietly.

Shawn Lewis was hiking through his woods; he enjoyed early morning hikes through parts of his forest, and every morning he would walk a different path. This morning he was walking towards the clearing in the forest where he had planned to make a pond sometime in the late spring or early summer. As he came upon the clearing, he suddenly caught a glimpse of purple between the trees. Backtracking a couple steps, he peered between the trees and saw a girl. He opened his mouth to yell at her to get off his property…when suddenly he recognized her.

Shawn had been watching the news recently, and seen the story about the murder of Brenna Meyers. A Mercy LeCroix had been suspectedof killing her, and she had been reported missing. And when they flashed a picture of what Mercy had looked like on the screen, he had looked at it, but didn't pay too much attention to it. He figured the murder was in New York and it didn't concern him…until now…because the girl he saw on the news was now standing in his woods.

The man quickly stepped out of her line of view and whipped out his cellphone. His hands were shaking slightly, but he managed to press the numbers: 911 and the call button. Lifting the phone to his ear, he listened as a female police operator came on and said, "911, what is your emergency?"

"I know where Mercy LeCroix is," Shawn spoke into the phone.

"Where?" the officer asked eagerly.

"I was hiking in my woods this morning and I spotted her. She's alone and—

"What's your address?"

Shawn gave it to her and she then said, "The police will be there immediately, thank you sir."

"You're welcome."

And the call was disconnected. Shawn looked to the clearing one last time before he took off running back his house.

Mercy sighed and moved away from the tree. It was unnerving her…and she wanted to move closer to Megatron, but she knew better than to disturb him. Glancing over at him she saw he was deep in thought still. Shaking her head she sat down. Today was going to be very boring if this was how they were going to spend it.

Megatron sighed. He knew sometime he'd have to stop thinking about Mercy, but the threat of insanity wasn't working. There had to be something he could do to get the android off his mind, no matter what it took. Perhaps…if he fulfilled the lust he was now suspecting as the cause of his thoughts and the ache, all the thoughts and the pain would go away and he could go on with his life. He glanced to Mercy who was tracing something on the ground with a stick and felt heat rush to his cheeks and his spark... "How cute…wait, what am I thinking?!" he thought.

The decepticon leader quickly snapped his attention away from her. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with him…there had to be a glitch in his systems somewhere, one that acquired immediate attention. "Get your mind off her and on something else," he told himself.

They were both suffering from extreme boredom, and Megatron was growing sick of the forest they were currently hiding in. He supposed that they should find a new hiding location, one that was more comfortable and definitely more entertaining. And if they stayed here too long the owner of the property was bound to come across them sometime and that they couldn't afford to have happen.

He didn't know where to go to hide though where they wouldn't be so bored. Megatron longed to take her to Cybertron with him, but he knew once he took her there he'd never be able to bring her back. Not only would she fall in love with the place, but he was afraid that she would be too afraid to go back to earth where she was wanted for the murder of Brenna…and Megatron, deep down inside had a feeling that Mercy was telling the truth, that she didn't kill her friend. The android had no motive to kill her friend, she had never spoke of bringing any harm to Brenna, and Megatron was becoming convinced that Mercy was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Mercy," he said suddenly, "We need to get out of this forest and find a new hiding place."

"What's wrong with here?"

"I don't feel comfortable being here much longer. I'm afraid the owner of this land will spot us if we're not careful."

"Shawn Lewis."

"Who?"

"Shawn Lewis, he's the owner of this property, I read it on a posted sign."

"I…see. You know this planet better than I do though, any idea where we could go that wouldn't require opening a dimension gate?"

Mercy didn't know what a dimension gate was and simply replied, "Home."

"I'm not taking you—

"THERE SHE IS!" shouted a male voice suddenly.

Both Megatron and Mercy snapped their attention to the woods where they had heard that voice originate from. Slowly Mercy stood as she saw police officers coming through the forest towards the clearing, some had dogs, but so far the dogs were being held back since she wasn't running. "It's the cops," she breathed, but Megatron heard.

He transformed into his car mode and commanded, "Get in!"

Mercy looked to him and then backed to the police. She examined them for a moment, and saw a man dressed like a farmer was leading them through the forest. "Shawn Lewis," she thought plainly and then started running over to Megatron…who was on the other side of the clearing.

"She's running!" another officer bellowed.

"Should we let the dogs loose on her?" asked another.

"Not yet," came another officer.

And a few of the officers pulled out their guns and began running as fast as they could through the forest after Mercy. It was only seconds before the officers broke into the clearing and were right on her tail. The android had never been one for running, and she knew now that her efforts to get to Megatron were most likely going to prove futile. Especially when her foot caught on a tree root that she had not seen and she fell…feet away from Megatron.

The officers were on top of her too quickly and knocked the wind right out of her as they pinned her to the ground and painfully yanked her arms behind her back and slapped handcuffs around her wrists. Mercy didn't bother to struggle, she was caught and she was going to jail…as for Megatron…she'd probably never see him again.

"You have the right to remain silent," spoke an officer as he pulled her roughly to her feet, "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

He gripped her firmly by the elbow and continued, "You are hereby under arrest and charged with the murder of Brenna Meyers."

"Mercy fight back! Use your ability of fire or something, just get away!"

"It's no use, I can't move my arms. It was nice knowing you, Megatron."

"No! I will not allow this!"

"Don't get me in anymore trouble than I already am!"

And Megatron didn't move. He knew there was a small chance that Mercy could get out of this still…but how was he to collect her energy while she was sitting, rotting away in a jail cell? Why did all the bad things that could possibly happen, happen? Megatron wasn't sure if there was a point in his life where he had ever been this frustrated or confused.

One of the officers took out a two way radio and spoke into it saying, "Officer Barnes to dispatch, I am requesting a tow truck. We have a vehicle here that needs to be taken to a forensic lab for examination."

"Copy that, over."

And the officer reattached the radio to his belt.

Mercy reached the road and saw the police cars there. The police officer that held her by the arm led her over to his car and Shawn Lewis wasn't too far away answering questions from another officer. As Mercy walked by the man she said softly, "Sorry about trespassing on your land Mr. Lewis."

Shawn was baffled as to how she knew his name, forgetting about the posted signs he had custom made and put up. The officer merely ignored her and opened the back door to his car where he shoved Mercy in, fastened her seatbelt, and shut the door. He then went around to the front and got in behind the wheel. The android looked out the window as he shut the door and fastened his seatbelt before driving away.

Megatron had to suppress a groan as he was hooked up to the tow truck. He couldn't drive in his vehicle form anyway since he lacked the energy to do so, but he really didn't like this method of transportation…let alone the thought that he was going to a laboratory to be picked apart for clues. He would have to get away, somehow…he could fly in his robot form, which would get him an escape, he only had to make sure no one was around when he did so. But as for Mercy? He would have to find her escape too…after he found her.

It wasn't too long before Mercy and the officer arrived at the prison and she saw the sidewalk lined with reporters. She hated this. "I'm not getting out until those reporters are gone," she said.

"Look, you got yourself into this mess, you'll deal with the consequences," and he parked the car in front of the jail and proceeded to get out and come over to her door. He opened it and glaring, Mercy stepped out of the car.

She heard cameras click and a buzz of words as the reporters began speaking into their microphones. The officer led her around the car and towards the prison. As they walked microphones were shoved into her face and questions attacked her.

"Did you kill Brenna?"

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Where'd you get the gun?"

"Where'd you get the car?"

"Do you feel guilty at all for killing a person?"

Mercy stopped dead in her tracks and turned to the reporters shouting, "I DIDN'T KILL BRENNA! IT WAS HER STALKER!"

The police officer tried to restrain her, but Mercy fought against him continuing, "Why don't you idiots go focus on something else! My life is none of your business! Worry about your own!"

"Is it true your gym teacher tried to drown you?" questioned another reporter.

Mercy shot that reporter a glare and turned back to the prison. She began walking forward of her own volition and the officer took her by the arm and guided her in the correct direction. "Anymore behavior like that," he said, "And you'll be in here a long, long time."

Mercy sighed as they stepped inside the prison. She just wanted to go home…and she almost wished she was dead like Brenna. The android hated her life and she had no idea how things could get any better, only worse.

It was almost nightfall before Mercy was finally placed in a prison cell to her lonesome. She had been questioned and interrogated all afternoon…and she was exhausted now. And she was going to be questioned again tomorrow and assigned a lawyer since she obviously didn't have one. Mercy had a feeling it would just be some cheesy lawyer who did not care if she was innocent or not…and she could picture herself frying in the electric chair.

Mercy sat down on the cot in her cell, wondering if her parents were watching the news. They wouldn't recognize their girl anymore from the photos…but they would fromher name. She wondered if they cared or not that their daughter was currently sitting in a cold jail cell trying to maintain her temper and sanity. Mercy wanted to know why they had just gone and left her, why they still sent her money but never came home. What had she done to make them hate her so? Or had she done anything wrong? Had something happened and they couldn't get home, so they sent her money? They never sent her cards or anything…no letters, no pictures, just money for the bills. It made Mercy wonder what would have happened to her if Megatron had never come along.

She smiled as she laid down and decided to get some sleep. He was the worst, yet the best thing to happen to her. Despite all the pain and harm he had inflicted upon her he had been the best of company…he kept her from being lonely…and he acted like he cared sometimes, even if he really didn't care about her at all. That was another reason why she had grown feelings for him probably.

And she missed him…too much.

Megatron was relieved when he was unhooked from the tow truck and heard it drive away. Voices that had annoyed him the way here were now gone, and he knew he was alone somewhere in a garage. Tomorrow he had to leave to find Mercy, there was no telling what would happen if she was left alonein the prisontoo long. He had a feeling that either one of the officers or the prison itself would go up in flames.

He was just surprised to realize he was worried about her.

So...Mercy is a jail bird and Megatron is in the hands of scientists...wonder how this is gonna go down. Anywho, read and review Twisted Worlds by Deceptigirl...but don't forget to leave a review for this chappie! Thankies!