Pairing: TFP Megatron/William Fowler

Rating: Mature

Details/Themes: Decepticons won AU, unrequited attraction, mental manipulation

Requested by LittleBittyPretty1

It had been a long struggle. Humans held up as much as they could without the Autobots but it wasn't enough. General Bryce was killed by Starscream during the battle of San Diego and more than half the Pentagon was incinerated by Darkmount's cannons with only one uninhabited corner remaining, not to mention the White House didn't live up to its name anymore.

Decepticon forces scoured the world en masse, leaving no leaders or military alive to stand in their way…well no active military enforcements. There were still surviving Marines and Army men but it wasn't like they could do anything. Bill knew all too well there was no hope left but he still had some fight left in him.

Speaking of that, Fowler jumped from a crumbling platform as it caved under the weight of a vicious Decepticon grounder. He barely managed to escape but landed on solid ground as he watched the roaring Transformer claw helplessly while it fell a good several thousand meters down with a gruesome thud he knew had to have at least injured the mech. Panting, he brushed off the dirt from his old Army Ranger formal uniform he had modified for combat and donned for the last few weeks in honor of his fallen comrades. It had a bit of a Mad Max feel to it now but he did refuse to alter some of its attributes respectfully.

His cellphone rang a three-note hail he had come to loathe. It was virtually the only call he received because those damn Decepticons had hijacked all the satellites and radio towers across the world. He had no communication with June and the kids, assuming they were still in hiding, or his fellow soldiers he formerly had on speed dial. He was on his own.

"Tough luck about your boy, Megatron. I see nothing but a pile of scrap from where I'm standing."

The warlord purred, "So resilient, it's very…stimulating. How I'm beginning to wish more and more that you were here at my side."

Bill's eyebrows slanted angrily and with obvious disgust, "You sick psychopath."

A dark, cruel laugh sent shivers down his spine. "Don't worry, my dear elusive Fowler, I know what really ails you and I can help where others could not. As much as this game of hard-to-get is fun, I do wish you would see that there is nothing left for you among the other humans. I only want what's best for-"

"Not interested the last one hundred times you gave me that bullshit, why do you honestly think I would take it now?" The former agent growled.

"Because you don't have anyone else. I'm the only comfort you are ever going to get on this pitiful rock and I'm offering you a way out. I've always been here for you. Can your 'friends' say the same?"

Hanging up, Fowler walked away from the site until he reached the city in the distance where immobile cars were parked carelessly in the streets, some even through buildings. He wanted to just drive back to Washington D.C. but he knew one repaired Decepticon cruiser, not as large as the Nemesis though but nonetheless intimidating, was sitting upon the wreckage of the White House in mockery of the fallen executive branch. If he could also guess, Megatron was sitting upon Lincoln's marble throne waiting for him because the warmonger knew him well enough now to know that he would return to his capital eventually.

His mind was reeling with uncertainty. How long could he avoid Megatron? How long before he ran into the supposed human bounty hunters Megatron hired to capture him? How long could defend himself from the growing waves of Decepticons chasing him down? The war will have to end eventually; no one can run forever. It was only a matter of time before his options were depleted and he was growing tired. Jack. Jack was still out there with Miko and Raf forming a resistance against the Decepticon regime. He was their only hope but even Fowler had a few doubts the boy would succeed.

After hotwiring a dented Ford Raptor that had a bent but still durable grille guard, he drove it towards D.C. which was almost a hundred miles away. During the trip, he grew cumbersome with turmoil. The more he thought about his situation, the less he really wanted to fight. He knew a lost cause when he saw it but he was a fool for embracing the small sense of hope others had. He should've went with his first instinct and just surrendered. At least the burden of the chaos wouldn't weigh him down as much. He already knew Megatron wouldn't do anything bad to him either. The mech was obsessed with him.

More and more, his thoughts betrayed him. What Megatron had said about Jack and June not caring for him wasn't true at all but something…something was changing, morphing him to believe that in some small way, none of them ever did bother to look for him so they must have not cared as much as he thought.

He reached D.C. and the city was just as much of a wreck as the one he came from and all the others he had passed on the way. It actually looked a bit worse for wear than the others. He peered up towards the large buildings and noticed Cybertronian ship cannons latched onto the rooftops and tracking him but surprisingly, they did not fire. In the distance near the Washington Monument, a huge lurking monster of a Con that had mixed color schemes knocked down the pointed structure with nothing more than a nudge. It roared like something out of a Japanese kaiju movie. If he could recall, Prime once mentioned huge Transformers known as Combiners and given all the limbs were not matching, that thing may just be one.

He brought the truck to halt nearby the Lincoln Memorial as he carefully watched the behemoth stomp over to the National Museum of American History to do god knows what to it. Grabbing his Cybertronian wide-shot weapon, thank you Ultra Magnus, he made his way up the steps only to slow to a stop as the throne appeared in his view. Lincoln no longer sat there as predicted but who did simply gazed vigorously at the Combiner.

"Amazing, isn't it?" The warlord chuckled. "Combiners have such brutality manifested like a rabid animal, tearing apart all in their way. You humans are merely ants to her so she pays no mind."

"That thing's a she?" Fowler raised a brow as he studied the large beast.

"Devastator is both a mech and femme but she sometimes prefers certain pronouns at certain times. Right now, she is a femme. Next time they combine, she may be a mech. I don't think she really cares what anybody refers to her as. The collective consciousness she possesses changes in mindset every day unpredictably since there are more than five Cybertronians that make up Devastator. Her emotions are guided by whichever is the strongest among them all. But you are not here to talk about her, are you?"

The human huffed, "Unfortunately not."

Megatron showed neither concern nor fear as Bill pointed his weapon at him. He merely lied back against the marble with his servos intertwined casually. Scaring the Decepticon Leader into surrendering was too laughable of a concept for even Fowler to take seriously. No, he just had to kill the mech to prove his point.

The trigger started to edge down a bit but a hesitance grew in the human. Calm and curious, the warlord stared down at him. An occasional purr of thought rumbled from the mech's vocals but other than that, he did not react. He knew the gun would quite possibly inflict major damage and kill him yet the mech did nothing. Did he want to die?

"You won't do it, will you?"

Bill was slightly taken back. He wanted to, dear god did he want to but…he wasn't pulling the trigger. Why wasn't he?

"You don't want to kill me because you actually thought about my offer this time. You want to be free from this hell, this game of running in fear and pretending you can make things right. Killing me won't solve the problem because the problem doesn't lie with me, it lies with you," Megatron mused. "Come on, Agent Fowler, I'll help you in ways the Autobots never could and for you, I'll spare the remaining humans. I'll call my forces off from hunting them. I promise this from the bottom of my spark but all you have to do is stand by me."

Fowler didn't notice the large silver Cybertronian leave his throne and kneel in front of him for his broken mind was at war with itself. He gave the ground a look of defeat, the gun lowering to his side. Claws gently pushed his chin up so his brown eyes could meet rather soft, dim red. The optics held honesty for once, or at least what he had seen from the likes of the Autobots. Whether Decepticon honesty and true caring were within the same optical reaction was unknown but a part of him wanted to trust the warlord on his word.

He was tired of fighting this pointless war. There was no winning but he could save some humans now. A sacrifice was needed for any sort of victory and the survival of the human race was victory enough. He made his way in front of the throne and watched silently as Megatron took his seat again like a godly statue awaiting praise. Leisurely, Fowler knelt and tossed the gun to the side. It was for the greater good.

"I live to serve you…Lord Megatron," he quietly replied, closing his eyes as if the words left a sour taste in his mouth.

The Decepticon smiled with sharp fangs making their presence known. He finally won.

AN: Megatron's a master emotion manipulator so of course I would make him do this. You can also probably guess what the title parodies and it is fitting. I added the Devastator part because someone once asked why I don't add Cybertronian cultural creatures like Combiners and such so I did. Poor Fowler, what will become of you?