I guess it's about time I updated this. Well, I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas, Happy New Year now. I hope you enjoy this chapter. By the way, thanks to everyone who has been reading and reviewing, I still really appreciate it. Keep in mind that Megatron is in his holoform.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Get Well Soon

Mercy had never felt this whole in her life. The empty pieces of her heart where darkness and hollowness leaked through the cracks were sealed off and replaced with love and completeness. She wasn't alone anymore, her savior had traveled across galaxies to save her from herself, and though he had tried to live without her, he came at her darkest hour to rekindle her light. He had come when she had least expected him and he walked with her through a couple months of her life, hating and loving her, but the love prevailed. She had done the same, but she allowed him to conquer her fully and completely. The last thing she wanted anymore was to be left to face the world alone.

Megatron, her conqueror, her savior, her 8th world wonder...he had come in and helped her solve all her problems. He solved her loneliness, her self-hatred, her desire for fulfillment. He helped her find who she really was and who she wanted to be. He helped her mature, calm down, and learn to live one day at a time. And now he was back to help her keep solving whatever problems she had to face down the road.

And one had already presented itself, her parents.

Her parents, who were supposed to be gone and evaporated from the face of the Earth, were suddenly alive and coming to see her, even if though they had abandoned her for two years. The nurse had long since left the room, but Mercy was so angry that she hadn't said a word. Megatron could see the anger, the fire, burning in her eyes, and he knew it was over the news that her parents were coming to visit her tomorrow. He stroked her arm gently, trying to calm her down, but no matter what she did the angry fire remained in her eyes.

"I can't believe it," Mercy finally said, "I won't believe it."

Megatron wasn't sure what to say, and finally he decided to agree with her, "I won't believe it either then. It wouldn't make sense for them to come back now, not after they have abandoned you for two years."

"They're probably after something, the fame I guess."

Megatron frowned and shook his head, "No, it probably isn't your real parents. Just a couple of people disguised as your parents to get attention."

"That makes the most sense." And she returned to her silent rage.

The Decepticon leader stroked his thumb against the back her hand, "What if it really is them?"

"It can't possibly be."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want them to come back!" she snapped and then sighed heavily, "No they never abused me, I'll give them some credit for trying to love me and raise me, but they've always loved themselves and their money more than me. I was the only real bump in their lives; I was their accident that they didn't want to have to deal with anymore. They couldn't deal with the burden of me, so they left…" She broke down into a fit of helpless tears as she continued, "The last two years I did nothing but try to figure out what it was that I had done wrong, what the hell was wrong with me that would drive my own parents away. I surely wasn't the perfect child, but no child is."

"Mercy—

"They left me alone, broken, and bitter towards everyone I knew. I tried to fade away from the public eye, to just disappear inside a world of my own because I thought everyone hated me. If I couldn't earn love and compassion from my parents, how could I possibly earn it from the rest of the world?"

"Mercy—

"I was so alone…and then you came along and you changed everything for me. For the first time I felt wanted, I felt like I mattered, I was actually important to someone. And then when you left—

"Mercy!" Megatron shouted this time, cutting her off. His spark was nearly overloaded with emotion: love, pity, grief, anger, loathing hate. He gathered Mercy in his arms and crushed her against his torso. "I don't want to hear another word," he breathed bitterly into her ear, "I know I left you, but I do not want you to hold that against me. I am your only happiness now Mercy, you will disregard all the suffering I've made you go through because I will never make you suffer like that again."

He felt her arms encircle his waist and tightly clutch onto the back of his shirt. "Yes," he hissed, "That's it Mercy."

She wanted to push him back onto the bed and just lie on top of him. If her gown failed to cover her, she wouldn't care. There was no need to hide herself from him.

"Mercy, know that it won't be very long now until I take you away from your parents, until you leave them behind," he continued, "I will protect you from here on out and from now on it is only you and me. Nobody else matters."

Mercy looked up at him, her sobbing had ceased, but her cheeks were still wet from her tears. "I love you Megatron…I wish so badly we could go to Cybertron now, but this stupid virus—

"Do not worry about it," he replied in a gentle voice as he dried her face, "Let me do the worrying for you." And he captured her lips in a thirsty, dominating kiss.

When the kiss was through, Megatron tucked a lock of hair behind Mercy's ear and said, "It's been a long time since you've refueled I'm guessing. Would you like an unleaded oil?"

"Yes, please."

The Decepticon leader produced one from his pocket and handed it to Mercy. She took it and she was just about to take a big swig of it when Megatron said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down there, just sip it."

Mercy gave him an irritated look, but followed his advice. After she had drunk about half the can, she began taking regular size gulps until the can was gone. Megatron smiled at her with a look of amusement on his face as she set the can aside, "Feel better now?"

"Yeah, a lot better," she answered. And, as if on cue, she suddenly felt her ankle pop and a wave of relief washed through her.

Megatron saw the sudden relief in her eyes and asked, "What happened?"

"My ankle is better now too."

The Decepticon leader grinned, "That's good."

She was silent for a moment, but her gaze had wandered to her clothes in the chair beside the bed. "Help me walk to the bathroom; I want to put my clothes back on."

Megatron shook his head, "I know you want to get out of here badly, but I can't do that Mercy. Dr. Brown might just have my head if you put your clothes on."

She frowned, "Do you want to see my naked body?"

His grin broadened.

"Never mind, don't answer that." And she laid back on the bed.

Megatron sighed, wishing he could lay down beside her and hold her until forever expired, but the bed was smaller than her bed back at her home. Instead, he just leaned forward a bit and stroked her face gently with a finger.

"I'm going to take a nap," she mumbled, closing her eyes, "If you want, you can go back to my house and sleep there."

"I'm not leaving you Mercy."

"Are you sure?"

"I've been gone long enough."

She smiled and Megatron watched as his Mercy fell asleep. He kissed her forehead lightly and got up from the bed and moved into one of the chairs. He scooted it up so that he was right next to her bedside and he took her hand in his. For the first time in a long time he felt tired himself. He leaned back in the chair and allowed his eyes to close. He could hardly wait to get Mercy out of there…

Megatron awoke sometime later when he heard a door in the hallway shut. His neck was cramped and his legs had fallen asleep, so he stood and stretched the pain away and sat back down in the chair. That's when he noticed it was dark in the room, except for a dim light above the machinery that was attached to Mercy. He checked the time on his internal clock and saw that it was just past one in the morning.

"That was a long nap," he thought to himself with an amused smile on his face. He was still tired though, so he went to take Mercy's hand and go back to sleep, but he noticed something. And he couldn't help but smirk when he noticed.

Somehow, while she was sleeping, Mercy had managed to get the blankets off of her and her hospital gown had ridden up a bit so that from her abdomen down, everything was exposed. He knew she would have a fit if he looked, but he wasn't going to tell her. And he did look; no force in the world was going to stop him from looking at his love's naked body…well at least part of it.

When he looked, he wanted her; he could feel a swelling in-between his legs, but he had to squish away the thoughts of his arousal. He pulled Mercy's hospital gown back down over her so she was covered and then he pulled the blankets back over her. He kissed her on the cheek before he sat back down in his chair. He took her hand in his and it wasn't long before he fell asleep.

Mercy awoke to warm, wet lips against her neck and hot, heavy breath in her ear. She smiled and rolled onto her back. Lips found hers and she accepted them in a kiss before she opened her eyes to meet Megatron's gaze. "Good morning," he said huskily.

"Good morning? How long have I been asleep?"

"A long time," he breathed, sitting down beside her, "You want an unleaded oil?"

"Yeah sure, but you might have to help me finish it."

"That's not a problem," he remarked and produced one from his pocket. He opened it and handed it to her.

She drank about three-fourths of it and left the rest for Megatron, which he downed in one chug. He then set the can aside and asked, "Are you ready to meet your 'parents?'"

Mercy frowned irritated, "Yeah, right. Help me to the bathroom; I need to take a shower."

"Do you need help in the shower?"

"We'll see when I stand up."

Megatron stood and helped her out of the bed. When she was on her feet, she almost fell over, but Megatron caught her. She leaned against him for a few seconds claiming she was dizzy. The Decepticon leader said he would carry her, but she refused saying, "I need to learn how to walk again."

"Alright," he said, wrapping an arm around her waist to give her more support.

The first couple of steps were wobbly, but it wasn't long until Mercy was able to stand and walk on her own. She and Megatron made it over to the bathroom and Mercy told him to wait outside and that she would holler if she needed help at all. A bit disappointed, Megatron waited outside the bathroom door until his Mercy came back out, her hair and body dried and she was still in her hospital gown.

"I hate this stupid gown," she groaned as she leaned against him and walked back with him over to the bed, "I feel naked in it."

Megatron understood how she felt, vulnerable and weak. He wrapped a strong arm around her once she had settled back onto the bed and then said, "It won't be long until you can wear your clothes again. Have you started feeling better at all?"

"Well, with you back I feel a ton better, but only about seventy-percent out of a hundred," she replied, wishing she could just get out of the bed and sit with Megatron…hold him, kiss him, love him.

There was a knock on the door suddenly and Megatron quickly moved into one of the chairs beside the bed. Mercy said the person could come in, and the nurse walked in. It was a different nurse than it had been the afternoon before, but she had the same manila folder and Mercy recognized her all the same.

"How are you doing this morning Mercy?"

"Better," Mercy answered as this nurse came over and took her blood pressure and her temperature.

After a few minutes, the nurse was done and said, "Well, your fever has gone down since yesterday. If it keeps going down, you'll probably be able to get out of here in a couple of days and go home."

Mercy and Megatron exchanged glances.

"Dr. Brown also wanted me to let you know that your parents are—

There was a knock at the door and the nurse answered it and she looked to Mercy and said, "They're here."

Mercy had to keep from scowling, "Okay."

Megatron scooted a little closer to Mercy in his chair and took her hand. The nurse held the door open for the couple and they walked into the room, the door shutting behind them rather loudly. Megatron watched as Mercy's face paled and her expression dropped.

"Oh my God," she breathed, "It is you."

The couple exchanged glances before Mercy's mother stepped forward. She was about forty years old and in average shape. She was still attractive and Megatron could quite clearly see that Mercy had gotten her looks from her mother. Her mother had auburn hair and light brown eyes. Mercy's father was taller than her mother and his brown hair was graying. He was about the same age as his wife and he had green eyes.

"Did you come here to talk or just stare at me?"

Her dad looked over to the man sitting beside his daughter, "Who's he Mercy?"

"Thor," she replied.

"Mercy darling," her mother spoke as she walked to the other side of the bed opposite of Megatron. She sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "Mercy we didn't mean to leave you behind for so long. We just had one business trip after another—

"No breaks?"

"Well, there were a few vacations, but we were always travelling."

"Yet you couldn't come home on your vacations to check on your sixteen year old daughter?"

"We tried, but it never worked out."

"What the hell were you doing then, sipping expensive wines in Paris? Walking the Great Wall of China?"

"Mercy, we wouldn't have left you home alone if we didn't think you were ready to get by, by yourself for a little while."

"You think a fourteen year old is capable of living by themselves for two years?"

"You were Mercy."

Mercy squeezed Megatron's hand in rage, "You're just as much a stranger to me now as you were before you left. Why did you come back, there must be something that you're after."

"We saw you on the news; we got a little time off from work and were able to come see you when you need us the most."

"I don't want you here."

"Mercy," called her dad suddenly, "We haven't forgotten about you, we send you money in the mail so you can get by. We didn't completely abandon you."

"Money means absolutely nothing," Mercy replied sourly, "And don't say you didn't completely abandon me because you did. Neither of you were ever there when I really needed you."

"We're here now," said her mother.

"I am feeling better now; you missed me when I was a lot sicker than this…I don't need you anymore."

"Mercy how can you say that?"

"How can you ask that?" Megatron spoke suddenly, his temper flaring now.

"What do you mean?"

Megatron glared at her, "You abandoned her for two years; for two years she has had to live on her own, hardly able to get by while you're off gallivanting about the globe. She has learned how to get by without you and your filthy money…why would she need you anymore?"

Her mother fell silent for a moment before she rebutted, "I am her mother, do not tell me whether or not my daughter needs me. I have known her far longer than you."

"Perhaps, but I know her far better than you."

Mercy was so happy when Megatron said that that she could have leaned over and kissed him, but she refrained herself from doing so and decided she would kiss him after her parents were gone.

Mercy's mother didn't say anything to refute Megatron's statement; her father didn't say anything to defend his wife. Finally, after a prolonged silence, her father spoke, "Mercy, we're coming home to stay. We want to try and be a family again, we want to make up for those two years we weren't home."

Mercy was sick of arguing, she figured she mine as well just play along so that they would leave her alone and get out of her room. She smirked as she said, "I'll be going home too."

Her mother smiled, "We know that Mercy. Your father and I can't wait to start anew."

"Yeah, me too."

Megatron hid a grin.

"See Mercy, things will get better."

"I know, I have full faith in that."

"That's what I like to hear. Now, your father and I are going to go find a hotel room and get something to eat. We've been travelling for a couple days now and we're tired, so we will stop in tomorrow and see you okay darling?"

Mercy felt nauseous when her mother said darling and answered, "Okay mom."

"I hope you feel better so you can go home soon," her mother said before she kissed Mercy's forehead.

Her father nodded in agreement and then left the room with his wife. Once the door was shut, Mercy let a pent up growl finally escape her throat, "I hate them! They don't give a damn about me."

"Mercy, how much money did the court give you?"

"Seventy-five thousand dollars…" she made a fist with her freehand, "I should've known that was what they were after."

Megatron brushed his lips across her cheek, "Do you need the money?"

"No, but I certainly don't want them to have it."

"Burn it."

Mercy shook her head, "That's too much money to just throw away. I'll give it to someone who needs it."

Megatron looked at her sternly, "That's very Autobot of you."

"I'm not giving it to the poor."

He looked at her confused, "You're not?"

"No, the poor don't know how to use money. They buy things they don't need like fancy cars and nice phones instead of food, clothing, and other things they need."

"Then, who are you giving it to?"

"This hospital, and before you say anything in objection, they helped me the most while you were gone conquering Cybertron."

He squeezed her hand this time, "Don't think I didn't miss you Mercy."

Mercy knew she had gotten him angry. Sure she had missed him with all her mind, heart, body, and soul, but she could not disregard that he had felt the same hurt she had, that was why he had come back for her, that was why he was waiting for her now. She sat up and turned towards him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and slid it around behind his neck and, leaning forward; her lips found his and locked them in a fiery kiss.

Megatron felt his pulse quicken when Mercy's hand slid up the back of his neck into his mess of hair. She pulled her other hand free from his grasp and began sliding it ever so slowly down his torso. Megatron groaned, he ached to smother her into the bed, his weight crushing down upon her, but he couldn't. He wanted her so much closer, but he couldn't get her any closer. He knotted Mercy's gown in his hands out of frustration, he wanted that garment off of her, he wanted more room, more privacy than an unlocked hospital door, he wanted them together in a perfect union of one, writhing in unimaginable ecstasy.

Mercy's hand stopped at his pelvis, Megatron yearned to turn himself so that her hand would fall somewhere else, but he knew she wasn't ready to go that far. But that wouldn't stop him from trying anything; he slowly worked a hand around behind her and through the opening in the back of her gown. He began to slide his hand around to her front side when Mercy suddenly gasped. She broke the kiss and breathed, "Megatron…haven't you ever thought that I was too young?"

He gazed into her eyes, "Too young for me you mean?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Why not?"

"When it comes to relationships, transformers usually don't care about age, unless it's something totally absurd, like an ancient with a youngling. Why are you asking such an impertinent question?"

"Well, here on Earth if a young girl, especially someone my age, is with someone who is a lot older than her, she's sometimes viewed as scandalous or promiscuous."

"Are you having doubts Mercy?"

"No…I just don't want to be viewed that way when we get to Cybertron."

"You won't have to worry about a thing. A lot of femmes will be jealous of your position and importance to me."

"Just how renowned are you on Cybertron?"

Megatron grinned and removed his hand from inside Mercy's gown. He motioned for her to come to him, and she got up from the bed and sat on his lap. The Decepticon leader wrapped his arms tightly around her and Mercy rested her head under his chin.

"Everybody knows me in some way, shape, or form."

"Everyone on the planet?"

"Yes."

"That means—

"Don't worry Mercy, only Starscream will know about us for now. After we win the war, the rest of Cybertron will."

"Alright." She didn't ask anymore questions and after a brief silence, she reached over to touch her clothes.

Megatron held her tighter in his arms when he saw her do that and he breathed in her ear, "Get some sleep. I can tell you still have a fever." He watched her close her eyes and a few minutes later she was sound asleep. Megatron smiled and pulled a blanket off the bed and spread it over them. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to fall asleep too.

When Megatron woke back up, the lights were off again. He checked his internal clock and saw that it was ten o'clock at night. He had been sleeping fitfully, but he woke up roasting to death. He looked down at Mercy and saw little beads of coolant on her forehead. He put a hand to her forehead and realized she was a lot warmer than when she had first sat on his lap.

"N-Need energy," she mumbled in her sleep suddenly.

Megatron blinked. He wasn't sure what she meant by that, if she wanted unleaded oil or…it dawned on him. He had taken his dark energy back from her before he left…Mercy had probably been feeding off the dark energy as well. Perhaps she had caught the virus because she didn't have the dark energy there to protect her from it, whatever the case; he was going to give back what he had taken from her. His hand started glowing with the black mist and he placed it on Mercy's head. It didn't take long for the energy to be replenished inside of her.

"Mercy," he said, "Mercy wake up."

Her eyes fluttered open, "What…what's going on?"

"You're burning up; I'm going to put you back on the bed so you can be comfortable."

"Megatron I'm fine here."

"I know Mercy, but I want you to get better." And he placed her on the bed and covered her up.

Mercy sighed and said, "Can we see what's on the news?"

"Think they would have something about your parents?"

"You never know."

He handed her the television remote and she turned on the TV and tuned it to a local news channel. She watched a couple stories and finally it switched to a story about her. She turned up the volume as the news reporter said, "And in other news, Mercy LeCroix's parents have returned after abandoning Mercy for two years. We caught up with her parents shortly after they had visited Mercy and left the hospital."

The screen switched to a video of her mother and father. Her mother spoke, "We are hopeful, yes, we want to try and be a family again. We missed out on two years of our daughter's life and we need to make up for it. Mercy looked glad to see us, and she's hopeful to try again at being at family as well."

"That's a lie," Mercy scowled.

The screen switched back to the news anchor as he said, "However, Brenna Meyers' parents will be meeting with Mercy soon as well to discuss a possible adoption—

Mercy's mouth fell open. "What?!" she exclaimed shocked.

Megatron chuckled, "It seems as if everyone wants you, but I am the only one that can have you."

The girl groaned, "I hope I can get out of here before this whole mess unfolds."

The news anchor continued, "When asked about the possibility of Brenna's parents adopting Mercy, this is how her biological parents replied."

The screen switched to another video of her parents and this time Mercy's father replied, "That's out of the question. Mercy is our child and we are here to protect her and keep her."

Mercy turned off the TV and growled, "It's always one thing after another."

Megatron took the remote away from her, "Go to sleep. Maybe when you wake up they'll let you leave this place."

"I hope so," she breathed as she closed her eyes and let sleep overcome her, "I sure hope so."

Megatron kissed her as she fell asleep. She was too tired to kiss back, but he didn't need her or want her to. All he wanted was for her to get better; he wanted to take her away from all this suffering. She had been through enough, and the more the world turned against Mercy, the more Megatron hated the planet. Sure he admired the species, but that wouldn't stop him from destroying the planet one day, if Mercy allowed. He kissed her hand as he sat back in the chair and started to fall back to sleep.

It wouldn't be long until he took her to the place that he called home.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this. Until the next chapter please review!