Hey guys. Sorry about how long this took. As I was finishing up those last three chapters, RL got real crazy again. Hopefully going into December, things will get better. (May, or may not)
Anyways. I really don't like this chapter. Like, it feels all sorts of choppy, and everything feels rather rushed. I don't know. Maybe I'm paranoid. (Finishes making tinfoil hat) If any of you have any suggestions, or think I am right or wrong, please let me know, as I'm a touch discouraged about this chapter. Its also super short. Like not even 600 words short. I didn't want the stank from this chapter mucking with the next and if I don't get it out now, then I will probably try messing with it again and you won't see it for another two years.
Wow that was long. And dull. And kinda sad. On to better ish news! I saw Dr. Strange not too long ago, and some plot bunnies have been gnawing on my ankles ever since. (I think I caught them at the movie theater. That is where they seem to migrate to.) And so, I was wondering if you guys might want to see a Dr. Strange fanfic from me? I mean, I will eventually get around to posting it, but if you guys wanna see it now, then I could be convinced to finish polishing it off and upload it. If, idano, you wanna. C=
Well enough with my rambling. Don't know if this is coherent or not. Make sure to drop me a review with your thoughts as they give me the strength to write. Love ya'll and see you later.
No One said anything. No one could say anything. Not when their jaws were dropped to the floor. With eyes glued to the scene in from of them, the team watched as Megatron, or because of the time period, Megatronus walked up to the befuddled Eve. He was a good eight feet taller then Evelyn, and with the look on his face, Megatronus seemed to think the tiny femme in front of him was rather adorable.
"I apologize for the uncivilized behavior you just witnessed Miss,...?" With a quick blink of her eyes, Evelyn's processor seemed to catch up to what was going on around her. Straightening her shoulders, Eve lifted her arm up into a shake.
"My name is Evelyn Pax." A smile spread across both mechs faces. Eve smile was endicative of her love of meeting a new mech who has their own personality. Unfortunately, there weren't many in this day and age. On the other hand, Megatronus' smile was a smile that was hard to identify the emotions behind. It was hard to tell if it was a smile of curiosity, or predatory. Though, with what the team knew about Megaton, the two were pretty much the same.
"What a lovely name for a lovely for a lovely femme. My name is Megatronus after the great Prime." Lifting Eve's small hand that was still held in his giant hand, Megatronus placed a light kiss on the back of her hand. "Though I am sure you didn't need me, I was very pleased to be able to aid you in your heroic endeavor. It is rare that I meet a lady with such courage and determination. It was my distinct pleasure meeting you and I hope our paths cross again someday." With a bow over her hand, Megatronus let her go and turned to leave the area.
"What a strange encounter." Eve turned from watching the large silver mech leave back to Ratchet. "Are you alright? You look a bit shaken up?" Ratchet shook himself out of the jealousy that clouded his spark. Giving her an answer to quell her worry, they both sat down again, getting back to there nourishment in silence. Ratchet couldn't believe himself. He had just met this young woman a month ago, and already he was jealous of some mech she only knew for five minuets. He at least had their research day together and her medical. So, really, he had known her for way longer then that suave Megatronuse. Which made him better.
Though, being reminded about how young and naive he had been, Ratchet wished that he hadn't spent the next five years being jealous of his friend. With his hind sight 20/20 Ratchet realized that his jealousy had been what caused his bitterness and sour attitude. It wasn't Eve's fault that he was bitter, or that she was gorgeous. She couldn't help it that her attitude towards life drew people in like the proverbial moth to the flame. It was just how she was, and being bitter about her looking for companionship elsewhere was unfair to her. Until recently, he hadn't even really been showing her any special attention, besides their norm. Turning his attention back to the scene in front of him, Ratchet watched as their friendship blossomed, and knowing the future, Ratchet could feel a warmth rising in his spark, enjoying seeing this moment from the angle of experience.