Well, I finally had time in my busy life to update something. Things have been kinda rough lately, so don't expect very frequent updates for the next six weeks or so until the school year ends. But anywho...here's the next chappie.

Chapter Eighteen: False Identities

Warm air pooled and rippled down his front, sending brief glimpses of ecstasy shivering through Megatron as he woke up. Pale blue optics flared online and caught sight of the android still sound asleep on top of him, yet during the night she had slid up his body so that her head was now beside his and her breath hitting his neck. Megatron bit back a groan trying not to let it show that he liked the effect Mercy's breathing was having on him. His hands worked before his mind though, and fingers and palms slid along soft, warm fabric, hesitating at the pant-line and the edge of her shirt. A hand eventually found its way to Mercy's neck and gently glided upwards until it was cupping her cheek and tilting her head back. Megatron leaned forward, lowering his lips to meet Mercy's and raising hers to meet his. His face was a breath away from hers when the android suddenly gripped him tighter and allowed a small moan to escape her throat.

And his mech fluids froze inside him like time itself had been stopped.

Megatron laid back; staring up at the dull ceiling of the abandoned home he was now taking refuge in with Mercy. "Primus I did not…no…ugh what is wrong with me?" he thought bitterly. His life was taking its own course, one that he had no control over, not that he ever had control, but something like this had never happened. He had never gotten attached to anyone. And Megatron knew he was attached to Mercy in more than one way. He had attached himself to her because without her, he would never come back to life; he attached himself to her by creating the telepathic link that they shared; he was attached to her now…through his spark he feared. He really needed to talk to Mercy.

Nudging her slightly he asked, "Mercy, are you awake?"

She groaned softly and stirred, looking up at him. She sighed hoarsely, "Yeah, what is it?"

"N-Nothing. You can go back to sleep."

Mercy gave him a quizzical look, "Is something wrong? Do you want to get up?"

"I'm fine, just go back to sleep."

She looked at him a few moments longer before she laid her head back under his chin and sighed heavily. Megatron wrapped his arms around her tightly, stroking his fingers through her lavender locks. His mind was too bothered for him to try and go back to sleep. His systems had gotten enough recharge as it was. He thought about what needed to be accomplished that day…Mercy had to come up with a fake name and reenroll into the school system so she could possibly find clues there. That meant making false papers and everything…he knew how, it wouldn't take long, it was just an annoying process. But that wasn't what was bothering him…it was what he felt deep down inside that was.

Was it possible for love to be born out of evil? Just what evil had ever loved or been loved? But why was he asking himself these questions if he was just going to leave Mercy behind in the end? There was no use in finding out if nothing was going to become of them, if he was going to prevent anything from happening between them. But he didn't know if he could for much longer. And he knew he didn't have to deny it to himself any longer, he wanted her, oh he wanted her so bad. His want was so much worse than a hunger, it was worse than a burning desire. It was something he couldn't describe…and he didn't think he ever could.

"Mercy?"

"Yeah?"

He hesitated and opened his mouth to ask her if any evil humans had loved or been loved, but if he asked her about the humans who ruled as dictators and tyrants, he would be revealing so much, and he just couldn't do that. Instead he found himself saying, "I thought I told you to go back to sleep."

She sighed heavily as a response and ignored him from there. Megatron sighed lightly himself before looking back up to the ceiling. He wasn't sure how long they had been laying there when Mercy finally spoke up after what seemed an eternity of silence, "I'm getting up."

Megatron didn't say anything as he felt Mercy slide off him. He merely gazed at her as she combed a few fingers through her hair in an attempt to neaten it…it had been a few days since she last had been able to brush it. She glanced around before turning to Megatron and asking, "Just what are we doing today?"

"We…" Megatron thought as he sat up, Mercy's words playing through his head. They weren't he and she anymore, they weren't this and that, they were one…they were we. "We're…I'm going to help you get reenrolled into your school."

"I don't see the point in going back."

"Schools seem to be home to rumors, we…one of us…" he paused trying to think of a word or phrase that wouldn't correspond to the word we, "…either you or I might catch something that may prove to be a clue as the whereabouts and identity of Brenna's killer."

"You can't say we or us anymore?" Mercy asked catching right on to what he was doing.

Megatron wasn't quite sure what to say. Instead he stood and walked up to Mercy. He couldn't believe the urge, the hunger he had to kiss her. The decepticon leader kept trying to tell himself to ignore it, but he couldn't. Oh how he wanted her, he wasn't exactly sure how he wanted her or why, but all he knew was that at some point he would have to have her…he just wasn't sure if she would accept him or not. He was such a tyrant. After all he had put her through and all the suffering she had gone through because of him, he didn't deserve her, he just wasn't good enough.

He shook his head. The decepticon leader knew he had to stop thinking like this, he didn't want her, he didn't want her… but he did want her so bad. Megatron just didn't know how to convince himself that Mercy wasn't what he needed or wanted. Blindly he cupped her cheek with his hand and gently stroked her face with his thumb.

Mercy felt a breath catch in her throat and Megatron noticed as her breathing was momentarily disrupted by his touch. Mercy wanted to touch him but she was afraid he wouldn't approve and he would beat her for it. Shakily she raised a hand to touch his, but he noticed and his free hand seized her wrist in a death grip. Her arm fell limp knowing her efforts had failed. Megatron dropped his hand from her cheek and said, "Enough of this repulsing behavior, we've got work to do."

"Right, I need fake papers."

"I'll take care of that," Megatron replied, "You just need to come up with a fake name."

"In order for me to reenroll into the school system I'm going to need a parent."

"Just for the signatures."

"No," Mercy retorted, "I have to meet with the superintendant…with a parent."

Megatron frowned and let a low growl escape his lips. This wasn't supposed to happen…just what was he supposed to do now? He wasn't a human and he definitely couldn't go outside since people would recognize his vehicle form. Megatron knew the autobots had developed some sort of holoform technology not long before he was murdered by Optimus Prime, but he didn't know how to use it. Perhaps he could figure something out with the dark energy. But he figured he would deal with that later. Right now he just needed to create those fake papers.

He sighed, "Just give me your name for now."

"Um…" she replied, "Jezebel was my mother's middle name…I guess I'll go with that."

"Last name?"

"Collins I suppose."

"Alright," Megatron responded and proceeded to use the dark energy to make a fake birth certificate, ID, social security card, and other various papers.

"You might need your own identification," Mercy stated, "Just incase."

"I need a human form first," he shot back.

"I think if you can use the dark energy to create fake papers for me that you can make a human form for yourself."

"It would require a lot of energy though."

Mercy sighed and went back over and sat on the couch. Megatron watched her for a minute before he sighed heavily himself and proceeded to summon a great deal of the dark energy he had collected. Mercy watched bedazzled as he was surrounded in a dark mist that hid his form completely. It was a few seconds before it finally faded away…where Megatron had been standing was now a human…a human with deep purple locks of rather long hair. He had locks in the front that fell just past his ears and in the back the locks went just below the shoulder. His eyes were pale blue, paler than any blue Mercy had ever seen. He had extremely broad shoulders and nice toned muscles…and his skin was so white. But Mercy swore she had never seen a man more handsome than the one standing in front of her at the moment. Her heart was threatening to either stop beating or just beat right out of her chest it was in such amazement.

"Wow Megatron," she gasped in a hoarse voice and then quickly cleared her throat; "You look amazing."

"Do I look old enough to be your father?" he asked ignoring her eyes as they wandered over his figure.

"You're close enough," she answered and then added with a slight blush on her face, "Perhaps you should wear a gold band on your left ring finger."

Megatron gave her a confused look, "Why?"

"So the girls won't be all over you."

"I …don't understand why that would keep them away."

"If you wear one it means you're married."

He gave her another confused look, "Married?"

Mercy's eyes widened, "You don't know what marriage is?"

"I'm not familiar with this human term."

"It's when a man and a woman make a commitment of love to the other. They exchange rings, usually a gold band to signify they are married." And she waited for him to snort at her and scoff at the idea of love or marriage…but what he said caught her completely off guard.

"That's rather similar to bonding…except bonding has two meanings for us." And he didn't explain the two meanings; instead he asked the android, "Is marriage necessary for a human?"

"No it's not. But most humans plan on getting married."

"What about you?"

Mercy was caught off guard, "What…about me?"

"Do you plan on getting married?"

She was quiet for a moment, "Yeah I had…I can't anymore though."

"Why…oh."

It was quite obvious…she wasn't human anymore and she couldn't be with an organic male. She wouldn't ever age yet the man would and people would become suspicious of her. Not to mention there was no way they could have a child if they wanted one. And Megatron couldn't figure out why he was delighted at the thought that no organic male could have her…

Finally Mercy broke the silence that was between them by saying, "Perhaps you should get an ID made and give the school a call, unless you want me to call the school."

"Does the phone work?"

"Good question…I'll go see."

Megatron watched her walk back downstairs to find a phone. Using the dark energy, the decepticon leader created his own identification, social security card, and other various papers. He then headed downstairs to see if Mercy had found a phone or not.

Mercy figured she'd look in the kitchen first since that seemed the most probably place in her mind for the phone to be. After searching around a bit she realized it wasn't there and instead ended up wandering through the house until she finally and luckily found a phone in one of the rooms off from a hallway. She picked it up and put it to her ear hoping to hear a tone but got nothing. Sighing she went to get Megatron and nearly jumped out of her metallic skin when she turned around and saw him standing right behind her. He smirked reading the startled look in her eyes and asked, "Is it dead?"

"Yeah," she answered and then thought, "Gosh he'd look so good with his shirt off."

Megatron shot her a look of disbelief and Mercy realized that she didn't have her telepathic link closed when she had thought that. Her cheeks flushed and she quickly turned her gaze to the floor. Megatron shook his head and used his dark energy to fix the phone and reconnect it to the phone line. When it was fixed, he picked it up and held it to his ear and mouth before asking, "What's the school's number?"

Mercy told him and he dialed it. When Megatron was connected, he put the phone on speaker phone so Mercy could hear. They both listened as a female voice said, "Superintendant's office, Caroline Rhodes speaking, how may I help you?"

"Uh, yes I would like to enroll my daughter into your school system. We just moved to this area," Megatron replied.

"May I have your name please?"

Megatron cast a look to Mercy who quickly passed a name through the telepathic link. She said, "Thor Collins."

"Thor Collins."

"And your daughter's name?"

"Jezebel Collins."

"Alright, you called on a good day. I can set up an appointment with you and Mr. Clarkson, the superintendant, this afternoon. Is that alright with you?"

"That's fine."

"Okay then, you will need her birth certificate, photo ID, social security card, as well as her previous school record. Mr. Collins you'll need photo ID and your social security card."

"Alright."

"Okay, the appointment has been scheduled for 12:30 this afternoon. Just come down to the district office, it's located in a red brick building next to the school. See you then."

And the line went dead. Megatron put down the receiver and Mercy looked at him asking, "Just what are we going to do about my school record?"

"I need a computer."

"Um…there's some at the public library that you can use."

"I don't want to risk being caught though. Where else can I get access to a computer?"

"The school."

"Hmmm…are you sure there's no where's else?"

"Not that I can think of. Megatron, don't forget you can go invisible."

Megatron smirked, "Ah yes, I can do that can't I? Would you like to come with me to the school then?"

"Now?"

"Yes now, you'll need your disguise though."

"I don't want to risk getting caught."

"Alright, I'll be back then," he responded and opened a dimension gate before disappearing through it.

Mercy sighed knowing that she had to put on her fake self so that she wouldn't be recognized when she went down to the school to meet with Mr. Clarkson. She wasn't sure how good of an actress she was or if she would be able to pull this off, but she knew she had to or else she would have to go back to prison and her secret of being an android could risk being revealed. Sighing she got an outfit together, as well as her wig, and headed to the bathroom where she changed into her false self.

Megatron was relieved when he got to the computer lab at the school in his invisible state only to find it empty. He went inside and quickly sat down at one of the computers…however he couldn't log on unless he was registered to.

"Mercy what's your username for this slagging piece of junk?"

"It's mlecroix, all in lowercase letters."

"Okay and your password?"

She sighed before replying, "Rosary."

"R-o-s-a-r-y?" he responded spelling it out.

"Yes."

"I don't see the significance of that password,"he said as he logged onto the computer in Mercy's name.

"It's my middle name."

"Oh. Interesting name."

"I guess. Make sure you log me out when you're done."

"I will, now I'll talk to you when I get back."

"Alright."

When Megatron was logged onto the computer, he quickly accessed the school's website and immediately hacked into the cite. To him it was like stealing candy from a baby as he quickly gained access to the records of the students at the school. He found Mercy's record and was surprised that the school hadn't deleted it. Nonetheless, he copied the record onto a different program where he changed the name to Jezebel Collins and changed a few of the grades as well and comments that had been written on it. He then printed it off and logged off the computer before opening a dimension gate and going through it with the record.

Megatron was surprised when he got back to the house he and Mercy were hiding in to find Mercy wearing her disguise. She had on her blonde wig, a white miniskirt, a tight, low cut, light blue shirt, with black glasses, and flip flops that matched her shirt. It was late April, so the outfit was appropriate.

The decepticon leader looked her over before saying, "Well, you look very different."

"Do I look like Mercy?"

"Hardly…it's just your voice."

"Well then…" she cleared her throat before saying in a bit higher pitched voice, "Do I sound like Mercy?"

Megatron smirked, "No, not anymore."

"Good, did you get the record?"

"Yes I did, and I logged you out on the computer so don't worry about that."

"I'm not, I trust you."

"Well you shouldn't," Megatron thought making sure the telepathic link was closed. He checked the time on his internal clock and saw it was a little after twelve fifteen, "Come on Jezebel, we need to get going."

"Right away, dad. How are we going to get there though?"

"Dimension gate, I'll just make sure it opens where no one will see it."

"Alright."

Megatron proceeded to open a dimension gate again and both he and Mercy went through it, her as a prep and him as a decently dressed human. When they stepped through the dimension gate, they ended up just outside the district office, but in an area where there were no windows or places where people could see the dimension gate. Megatron held the papers in his hand and looked to Mercy, "You know I forgot to ask why you suggested Thor as my fake name…wait…is it your dad's middle name?"

"Actually it was a name written on the phone."

"Oh," he simply replied and opened the door to the district office and allowed Mercy inside before he went in himself.

A receptionist, also the lady that had answered the phone, Caroline Rhodes, greeted Mercy and Megatron at the door and said, "Hi, you must be Mr. Collins and you Jezebel." She seemed a little taken aback by the color of Megatron's hair, but she didn't say anything.

"That's us," Mercy replied disguising her voice.

"Alright then, follow me; Mr. Clarkson is ready to take you now."

Mercy and Megatron followed the lady into Mr. Clarkson's office and Caroline left after they had taken their seats at a small table with the superintendent.

After a brief introduction, Mr. Clarkson asked as he signed a paper, "So Jezebel, how long have you guys been in this area?"

"A few days now. My dad's in the military, he was just transferred to Fort Drum."

"I see, do you have a wife Mr. Collins?"

Mercy noticed a gold band around Megatron's left ring finger, "Yes, she's still back in Fort Knox taking care of a few things."

"I'm impressed, how'd you know about Fort Knox?"

"It's called the internet."

"Oh."

Mr. Clarkson nodded and signed a couple more papers before turning to Mercy and saying, "Well Jezebel, you're all set. You'll be starting school tomorrow. How would you like a tour of the high school now?"

"That sounds good," Mercy replied and glanced at Megatron.

"I don't see why not," he remarked wishing this would end soon.

Mr. Clarkson proceeded to take them over to the high school where he used a good hour of his time and wasted an hour of Mercy and Megatron's time to show them around the high school. When the tour was over, Mr. Clarkson bade them goodbye and went back to his office. Megatron and Mercy were headed out of the school, but when they rounded a corner, Mercy crashed into another man who was going around the corner as well and both stumbled back a bit while the decepticon leader fought back the urge to laugh.

"Oh, sorry about that," the man exclaimed as he looked Mercy over.

Mercy felt her systems freeze, she hard heard that voice before, "Its okay, this school has annoying corners."

"I haven't seen you around before, you must be new here."

"I just transferred here, I start tomorrow."

"What grade?"

"Eleventh."

The man smiled, "I'll see you in history class then tomorrow. I'm student teaching for Mr. Khan."

"Oh, well, I'll see you then," Mercy replied, her eyes glancing over his nametag.

Megatron and Mercy parted with the student teacher and headed out the door where the decepticon leader opened a dimension gate and disappeared through it with Mercy. When they got back to the house, Megatron said he was going to fix it up using his dark energy and Mercy declared that she was immediately changing out of the clothes she was wearing. She went to the bathroom while Megatron turned back into his robot form and used the dark energy to fix up the house. He realized that he had enough energy, especially since he and Mercy were getting along and the dark energy was coming in a plentiful supply. The decepticon leader figured he could keep up this "niceness" until he was alive again…then he was going home and he didn't care what happened to Mercy…but deep down inside he did care and he knew it was going to hurt him just as much as it was going to hurt her when he left.

Mercy sighed as she changed back into her normal clothes. She really wasn't looking forward to going back to school the next day, her few days of vacation had been nice and it aggravated her to have to give them up now. Thinking back to the student teacher, she knew she had heard his voice somewhere else before but she couldn't place it. Mercy shrugged it off as well as his name.

Mr. T. Chase.

Well...if you don't get the cliffie...reread a certain chapter of this story. The murder chapter. Now that I've fully succeeded in giving the cliffie away, I'm going to bed and will hope to wake up to find an inbox with a few reviews in it...so...please review!