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primergon · 4 years

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arrival of the birds , megatron/reader

Summary : “ Some people live more in twenty years than they do in eighty. Yes, we humans are insignificant, yes, we are imperfect, yes, we are small. Our lives end just as quickly as they started. Yet, we strive to create a life worth remembering, we try to create greatness out of simple ordinary things. We live, we die – but it’s what we leave behind that matters.”

How strange are human optics? Eyes, you’d call them – Megatron thought. It took him a while to realize that the light dancing across your eyes didn’t come from the stars scattered above. Instead, they reflected an emotion he never understood, one the pits of Kaon had denied him so long ago. How strange are humans, he thought, watching the way constellations seem to form around your lashes, how very strange indeed.

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types , Transformers: Prime

Relationships: Megatron (Transformers)/You , Megatron / Reader

“ You are far away from home aren’t you?”

The wind was picking up its pace, plowing through the trees, whose leaves shiver in anticipation. Their soft susurration awakened the nocturnal animals, and they chirped to life, moving in tandem with the sway of the grass. Megatron could hear your footsteps approaching, but he stayed where he was – letting you settle yourself next to him.

You were very small, he would have not heard you if it wasn’t for his attentiveness – old habits born out of violence were hard to kill. The former Warlord had initially wanted to spend the rest of his days in isolation, yet the natural need for Energon had inevitably anchored him to Earth. Unlike its natives, the little blue planet held far more pleasant surprises. He found it strange, how a planet born out of Unicron himself could hold such diversity – it was as if destruction had created a beauty of its own.

What a waste, he thought, what a waste that it must be given to such a miserable species.

In his peripheral, Megatron could see you wrap your arms around your body – no doubt to keep the cold out. You had found him by the cliffside one morning when the last drops of dusk were beginning to sink by the mountains. The sun had barely risen, yet there you were, quietly observing him from afar. He had sensed you from the very beginning, and had challenged you to react – yet for the first time in a very long time, he was proven wrong, by an organic no less. There was no screaming, nor were there any weapons fired – instead you were admiring him. Gazing up at him in what could only be called as awe.

After that, you were persistent in making him stay. In the beginning, the Warlord denied your request, leaving you alone to watch the sun crawl out of its slumber. After that, you made it a routine to drive and watch the sunrise every morning – hoping that you’ll get to see him again. Once he noticed just how determined you were, he decided that making a human liaison won’t do anyone harm – even if he was adamant to keep his distance.

Humans are weak, fragile, and small – they hold no meaning over him; a being who’s live through eons.

Yet, as the day bled into weeks and the weeks bloomed into moths – he found himself more and more drawn to you. The more he tries to keep you away, the more you are to stay. Like the gravitational pull of two heavenly bodies, you find yourselves stuck in each other’s orbit. He would choose to go the Pit rather than admit it, but he finds himself growing more and more curious. Humans are weak, fragile, and small – what could they possibly offer him?

“ Penny for your thoughts?”

He scowled.

There you go again, using strange human metaphors and idioms. He doesn’t understand the meaning behind your colorful pattern of speech – humans were expressive, more so than himself, you especially. He could never understand it, yet perhaps he doesn’t need to, as he finds himself inexplicably drawn to the way your teeth line like pearls whenever you smile.

“ Humans.” He spat, yet it came out as a sigh. “ Tell me. Does it not bother you, to know that you are nothing compared to the universe, with lives that come as quickly as they go ?”

The question was straightforward and even rude. Yet he could not care less, and neither did you.

If anything, it only provoked you to think over his words. You raised your head to the endless sea of black. Tonight, the stars were brighter than they usually were – and from below they seem to race with one another, trying to see just how fast they can light up the night sky before the sun wakes.

“ Stephen Hawking spent his entire life looking at the stars. All he ever wanted was to go back in time to the moment when the entire universe was born, in the end, he just wants to go back to the moment where he meets his wife for the first time.” You pluck a stray flower – Daffodils, Megatron noted, you had once referred to them as Daffodils.

You let the petals fall, the white buds barely reaching the soil before being swept away by the breeze, disappearing into the night.

You catch his eyes, craning your neck to accommodate his height.

“ Some people live more in twenty years than they do in eighty. Yes, we humans are insignificant, yes, we are imperfect, yes, we are small. Our lives end just as quickly as they start. Yet, we strive to create a life worth remembering, we try to create greatness out of simple ordinary things. We live, we die – but it’s what we leave behind that matters.”

How strange are humans? He thought, watching the way constellations seem to form around your lashes, how very strange indeed.

“ What do you want to leave behind, Megatron?”

His name on your lips was gentle – it always was. No matter how many times you’ve said it, whether it was out of spite or anger or sadness, you could always find it in yourself to cradle the syllables of his name as if they were not once feared by thousands.

You didn’t know his past, yet you didn’t seem to care either. He should have considered it strange, even foolish – yet the amount of trust you gave him was too valuable to ruin with the truth.

At times, he wonders what would happen if he were to tell you. He imagines you walking away from him, he imagines your dread, your shock, your look of betrayal – yet here, under the placid night, he could not bring himself to conjure those images.

He shouldn’t care what you think. Humans are weak, fragile, small – they mean nothing to him.

But he made no move to stop you when you rest your head against his arm, your hair fanning against the metal. What would happen if you knew how much blood those hands have spilled, would you pull away? Would you run? Would you leave?

Both of you stayed this way, for how long he did not know, but just before the first ray of golden grazed the surface – your eyes were already closed. Your breathing steady, the rise and fall of your chest almost hypnotic.

There was a moment where he was reluctant to get up and leave, yet when frightened by his hesitance, Megatron decided he has to.

He took one last look at your sleeping body, the cottage not far behind waiting for your return. The daffodils crowded your frame, its white petals standing out in the midst of yellow and green.

Optics skimmed the curve of your lashes, the flush against your cheeks, the freckles kissing your nose – before turning away.

Megatron left, and never came back.

Because how strange are humans ? He thought, with their short lives and expressive eyes.

How strange are humans, because the very thought of loving something so weak, so fragile, so small is enough to scare him away?

Humans, he sighed, how very strange indeed.

A/N : Daffodils : a symbol of truth and forgiveness wrote this at 12 am because I can't sleep. So naturally, I thought about Megatron and got really sad over him. I mean tfp Megatron is a jerk, but hey, feels Hope you liked this short one shot of him <3

AO3 link : arrival of the birds

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dragongirl642 · 5 years

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Breakdown x reader x Wheeljack - Breakdown ending

I was currently working on the engine of my challenger. Toolbox by my feet, I replaced a dented line and closed the top. I walked round my now fully restored Dodge challenger. I looked down and flexed my fingers. Rivulets of grease ran down my arm and I sighed. Constantly changing my arm's angles to prevent drips, I began the long trudge to the bathroom...again.

After I washed and gone back to my trailer to change, I felt a buzzing in my skull. The accompanying flash of heat trailing down my spine put me on high alert.

'That means one thing...something bad is gonna happen soon.'

I stalked back to the main room on high alert. The sound of Ratchet's medical welder firing, spurned me into a run.

I rounded the corner to see Bulkhead sat on a medical berth, being treated by Ratchet. Arcee, Bee and Optimus were standing nearby. I sprinted up the steps, two at a time.

"What happened?!"

Bee looked at me. "Bulkhead just got back from a patrol, he saw Breakdown and was knocked out but then Breakdown was gone when he woke up. M.E.C.H did it." I looked up at them. "Who's M.E.C.H?"

Ratchet finally backed away from Bulkhead. "You'll live." He then turned to the monitors and began looking for something. After a few minutes of furious tapping he gave a small "aha" and triumphantly brought up a video. "This is the footage from the security cameras in the vicinity of your battle."

I watched, impassively, as the video began to play. The slightly grainy texture cleaned up by the advanced technology, allowed us to clearly see Bulkhead and Breakdown fighting...and the small figures in black sneaking out from the buildings once Bulkhead was knocked down. What looked like a ball of electricity whacked into Breakdown from behind him. I inhaled slightly as vans drove around the corner, as the humans began to load Breakdown onto a trailer of sorts. The letters "M.E.C.H" clearly seen on their side. Once they had their prize they drove away, leaving Bulkhead to slowly awaken to an empty lot.

I frowned. Although it hadn't shown up on the video, patterns that appeared on the ground signalled the presence of a helicopter of some sort. I turned away and walked down the stairs. 'I'm gonna need my suit.'

I heard the Bots play another video from a camera at a different angle. I quickly jogged over to my challenger and silently opened the boot. Removing the compartments cover, after a quick glance up to confirm that they were all occupied, I stood behind the car as a modesty shield and began to strip. I swiftly removed my outer clothes and began to get into my suit. First putting on thin wool underclothes, then the black mesh suit and finally the armour pieces; (Kevlar greaves, gauntlets, chest and spine plates, etc...)

The video had finished playing and I listened intently for the Autobots next move. They were discussing going to rescue Breakdown. 'Those humans are worse than Megatron huh,' I finished strapping on various holsters and started attaching ammunition to the various belts and straps on my body, 'I'd like to meet them.'

The click of a round settling in the chamber of a pistol, seconds before I holstered it, drew the Autobots attention.

"What are you doing?" Optimus sounding calm as always. I stepped out from behind my car and a quick feeling of amusement ran through me as their optics widened.

"Are you expecting to be using those anytime soon?" Arcee's sarcastic remark drawing a grin from me. I reached in and took out a dozen knives, juggling them with one hand, I calmly began holstering them.

"I definitely believe I'll need them if I'm gonna help you rescue Breakdown."

"Too dangerous!" Bumblebee's frightened beep prompting an agreeing huff from Ratchet.

"I agree...M.E.C.H is too dangerous an adversary for a child to combat."

I raised an eyebrow as I casually continued to outfit myself, until I looked like a one (woman/man) army.

"I'm not asking your permission...I'm coming whether you like it or not." I raised my hands in a placating gesture, "M.E.C.H is a human organisation and as good as you are at dealing with Decepticons...you have a rule about not harming humans...I don't."

Optimus looked thoughtful. 'Almost got him convinced...just one more push.'

"Infiltration and security was my speciality. I can devastate security more thoroughly than a bomb and leave them a little present while I'm at it. Plus....being human I can fit in small spaces that you can't", I held up two fingers close together for emphasis, "which might come in handy."

Ratchet suddenly looked at Optimus, alarmed. "Optimus, you seriously can't be considering..."

He looked at me and I could see the decision in his optics. I glared as he spoke.

"It's too dangerous, you will remain here."

Bulkhead shakily stood. "Sorry kid, maybe another time."

Ratchet suddenly moved to his side and pushed him down to sit once more.

"You're staying here."

I made a show of pulling a huff and putting my helmet away, as I watched Bulkhead protest until Optimus made Ratchet's order final.

I internally smirked. 'I'm definitely going out tonight.'

----------------------------Time Skip---------------------------------

The moon hung suspended in the night sky. A baleful eye, the silent observer to our movements. I looked out of Bulkhead's window. We'd snuck out despite Ratchet and Optimus's orders.

'Yes...I know it's wrong, but we have some info that they don't.'

Bulkhead slowed to a stop and his door opened.

We were parked in an industrial area. There were abandoned looking or empty warehouses on every side. But that wasn't the case. I could faintly hear voices just two buildings over. I hopped out and turned to view the Autobots alt-mode.

"So your gonna circle round to come at them from the other side and try and find the others...while I go in the back door...right?" I pointed in the direction of the voices.

"That's the plan." Bulkhead confirmed and shuddered. His engine revving in preparation to move. "Keep me posted?"

I put a finger to my helmet, activating the comm link to Bulkhead that I'd only recently tapped into. "Definitely."

With a screech of tyres, the Autobot shot past me and zoomed around a corner. I didn't linger, taking off at a sprint heading straight for an alleyway of sorts. I peered round the corner. 'Empty.' A scan above brought the same result. Hoisting my rifle up higher, I swiftly crossed the length of the alley. Keeping my centre of gravity low and my footsteps silent. The voices were getting louder.

I crouched and held my hand almost around the corner; peering intently into the mirror on my palm.

Two black armoured figures stood by the only door into the next warehouse over on this side; small white letters on their chest spelling out the word M.E.C.H. They both had loose grips on their machine guns, 'semi-automatic by my guess.' They talked amicably, glowing night vision goggles giving them an almost insectile look. The small winking red dot above them, testament to the presence of a security camera. I'd seen the type before, low signal, harder to detect. I watched as the dot went out for four seconds and then started winking again. 'Yep, it's a stealth one alright.' They record around 20 seconds of footage then stops recording temporarily to send it over a secure link. 'Low power, very efficient.'

I slowly drew my hand back and weighed over my options. I tightened the silencer barrel on my rifle, before removing a flash grenade from my belt. I ran through my plan in my head, making careful note of their positions by the door. I waited for the light to cut off, before swiftly standing and stepping round the corner; grenade already leaving my hand. The grenade went off, the bright light, causing my visor to flare and crackle. The calls of alarm as the two guards were blinded was swiftly cut off as I fired two shots into the field of white that made up my vision. I whirled back around the corner, using a hand for guidance, and tensely waited for my vision to correct itself.

As my vision darkened, white spots hovering in front of my face, I blinked quickly; watching with a satisfied smirk as my vision returned completely and silence greeted me. I peered around the corner.

Two dark mounds, slumped by the door. The small stain of red on the wall confirming my shots. The small blinking dot of the camera continued to flash. I scanned the area, judging how far the cameras vision stretched and waited for the light to go dark again. It winked out and I sprinted over to the two fallen soldiers. Back thudding against the wall I tensed and waited for any alarms. None came, so I carefully slid up the wall; making sure to keep out of the camera's shot.

Certain I couldn't be seen I now turned my attention to the two fallen guards. Both male, one was older judging by his size and the small tuft of grey poking out from under his helmet where it hadn't been tucked in. The other looked more fragile, 'young...possibly his first guard shift.' I paused momentarily to let myself feel a shred of guilt, before shoving it down.

My shots had been sure. I'd compensated for any flailing and the sight of ruptured flesh in the small exposed area between the chinstrap and the neck of the suit proved their death.

I now turned to study the door. 'I need entry and quick...eventually someone will notice their absence. There was an electronic lock on the door, a pad beside it requiring key card entry. I crouched and rifled through the pockets on the guards. I eventually found what I was looking for. In the tiny forearm pocket on the older guard, was a key card the likes of which I'd never seen before. It looked like plastic, felt like metal and folded in half around a tiny variant of a pin hinge. I was rewarded with several other goodies, two keys, a torch, I took one pair of goggles and the younger guard's gun. 'I wonder how this works.'

I hung the goggles off a hook on my shoulder and hung my rifle, opting to use the M.E.C.H guard's gun instead. I finally turned and inserted the key card into the pad, watching as the light turned green; the door yielding when I turned the handle. I swiftly entered, pocketing the key card.

I spotted the empty hallway beyond. Closing the door behind me I only took a moment to raise a finger to my comm and whisper, "I'm in," before stalking down the corridor, ready to fight my way through if stealth should fail me.

-------------------------Action packed/tense 10 minute time skip-----------------------

Third person pov:

The sound of running feet grew closer as a lithe form ducked inside an open door. Shouting men in dark uniform passed by the figures hiding place. Not realising the object of their search was a mere 2 feet away. They disappeared round the next corner and the figure slipped out of hiding. Their armour giving no clues as to gender or age; only the glint of steel and the bulbous forms of grenades, hanging in rows like cancerous growths around their waist, and up and down their chest.

The weapon, ran the length of the corridor and burst through the door at the end. Firing off 6 shots before the guards even registered their appearance. They were all dead before they hit the floor.

Chaos ensued throughout the M.E.C.H base, as they were assaulted from both the inside and out. The Autobot Bulkhead tearing his way through a set of heavily fortified blast doors and the silent menace stalking through the corridors. Growing ever closer to their target.

Mixed pov (italics is Breakdown normal is you):

I could hear the sound of gunfire and fleshy screams.

Silas, 'That FRAGGER', left the room. I squirmed against my restraints. My good optic hunting for a way out. The door opened and one of those scientists entered...held at gunpoint by a figure in dark armour. Face...'well in fact everything,' obscured by a helmet and a large assortment of weaponry.

"Please...d...don't k-kill me." The scientist pleaded with this figure in black who remained silent. They pointed to me and the scientist nodded, shakily pulling up a control panel on the screens.

I vaguely recognised the symbols that put me in these restraints but there were others.

The figure in black, jabbed the butt of their weapon into the back of the scientist's helm and they collapsed.

I watched...tensed. 'Maybe I'm finally gonna get out of here.'

I jabbed the butt of my rifle into the top of the scientist's spinal column. I mentally berated them. 'Thought I wouldn't notice the alarm switch?'

Satisfied that they weren't waking up, I turned to study Breakdown. 'I haven't got long...better make this quick.' The Decepticon looked worse than when I last saw him, especially the missing optic. I leaned against the railing. "You look rough buddy," I paused as he focused on me, "...now if I let you out, you're not gonna try to kill me are you?"

'That VOICE! I know that voice!" I squinted at the human. "You're the human we mistook for Cliffjumper!"

They nodded and spoke again. "Yep...so what do you say to getting out of here." The sounds of an explosion came from down the tunnel and the thump of pedesteps steadily got louder. I strained to evaluate this new threat. Almost whacking myself in the helm as the restraints retracted and my straining arms were released.

I fought the urge to laugh as the Decepticon almost sucker-punched himself. Throwing a mock salute to Bulkhead, who had appeared just around the corner. "Thanks for clearing the door...I think it's time we got out of here." Bulkhead nodded and offered Breakdown a servo. After a suspicious glance, he took the servo and allowed himself to be helped up. I ignored their exchange as I studied the monitors lining the wall. After a few experimental types, I pulled out a cord from my helmet and plugged in. I left a little present for M.E.C.H; nothing major, data wise...just a little copy error, give it 24 hours and everything they got off Breakdown will be corrupted; the real present comes with a wireless link, a small bar popping up on my HUD bringing a smirk to my face. Satisfied, I unplugged and turned to face the two bots.

"Catch!" I broke into a jog and swung myself over the railing, Bulkhead just managing to catch me in a servo. "Sorry but we gotta get out of here." He nodded and turned to leave. He motioned to Breakdown. "Come on."

They both broke into a run; I braced myself against the jolting of Bulkhead's run with one hand, while fingering the trigger of my rifle with the other. 'I ditched the M.E.C.H gun ages ago."

Bulkhead carried the fleshy as he ran ahead of me. Warnings flashing in my vision as I pushed my abused frame to the limit. Pain flared in my empty optic socket when we rounded the corner, bursting through the Bulkhead shaped hole in the doors into the harsh glare of a helicopter spotlight. The humans began firing. The small metal projectiles bouncing of my armour. I changed my servo into my hammer. 'They're going to PAY!'

I raised my rifle, firing of shots as soon as we emerged into the light; watching Breakdown transform his right servo out the corner of my eye. The bar on my HUD filling up slowly, 'I'll keep an eye on it...haha, get the pun.'

Bulkhead raised a servo to protect me even as he reprimanded the Decepticon. That was soon dropped as we fought to protect ourselves from M.E.C.H forces.

I was unceremoniously lowered to the floor as the two cybertronians began battling for their lives. I sprinted over to a truck, dodging shots from the M.E.C.H soldiers exiting it.

Bang.

Headshot.

Bang.

Another body falls.

Boom. A plume of dirt rises from the ground beside me, obliterating the M.E.C.H soldiers that had been about to take a shot at me. Pressing the advantage, I unhooked and threw a grenade through the gap in the soldiers; rolling behind cover as the truck goes up in flames.

Not 20 seconds must have passed before I could stop for a quick breath behind another truck. A body at my feet and blood on my chest.

I reloaded the rifle, listening for any change in the rhythm of battle. It did...a strange whirring began, accompanied by the crackle of electricity. A small ding brought my attention to the now full bar in my vision. I blinked twice and a list of functions appeared on my screen; the M.E.C.H logo hovering ominously behind them. I quickly began selecting all the lights within a 20 metre vicinity and the night vision goggles of the soldiers. I set a 15 second timer, then took of my helmet.

I rounded the corner of the truck. Several things happened at once.

Breakdown looked at me and momentarily froze, optic widening, before turning to Bulkhead.

The helicopter had just finished charging that strange electricity weapon and fired.

I raised my rifle and shot at the spotlight on the helicopter.

A man leaned out the helicopter, obviously M.E.C.H's leader, gawping at me with a shocked expression. I met his gaze, and my blood ran cold. 'I knew that face.'

Fighting my shock, I focused on the task at hand. Raising a hand, I prepared to rip off my eye patch.

Bulkhead noticed the ball of doom heading his way, just as Breakdown tackled him out the way.

The lights went out.

(Several seconds ago)

I fought with a ferocity and rage I didn't even know I possessed. The human helping us ran towards some trucks. They were focused on the soldiers in front of them, not noticing the ones of to the side, by a second truck, about to fire on them. An odd surge of protectiveness ran through me and I swiftly transformed my other servo into its gun form and shot them, before swiftly changing it back. 'FRAG that HURT!' Red flashed across my HUD; I ignored it and continued fighting.

I heard a familiar sound and glanced up to see the helicopter; weapon lighting up and charging. Aiming for Bulkhead. I glanced around. Taking out some more soldiers before I spotted our little human step out from behind a truck.

'Where's its helmet?!'

The helicopter's spotlight winked off just as it fired.

'As much as I hate the Autobot...I hate M.E.C.H more.'

I tackled Bulkhead to the ground, the shot missing us both.

The lights went out.

I removed my eye patch and held it with my teeth. The darkness suddenly lightening as my 'bad' eye compensated for the other. The pinpricks of light from the stars and the moon, giving me more than enough light to see clearly.

'Gonna have to be quick...who knows when they'll get back online.'

I let my rifle hang and unclipped two grenades, lobbing them at the thickest clusters of soldiers I could see. Shouts of alarm, rose in pitch when I once again raised my rifle and began picking of the M.E.C.H. soldiers like fairground targets. I took note of Bulkhead and Breakdown rising to their pedes, keep one servo on the others shoulderplate, as they began firing into the darkness. I avoided looking at the bright energy beams, they messed with my vision. A distant humming sound began to grow louder.

Too soon, the lights winked back on. Blinded, I rolled back behind cover. Spitting out my patch and quickly jamming it back on my head. Fumbling for my helmet, my hands swept the ground; finally grasping onto the straps.

I jammed it onto my head. Only slightly dulling the sounds of gunfire and several large objects hit the ground. I could plainly hear M.E.C.H retreating. With my returning vision, I saw the helicopter pass over me and fly away. I frowned and peeked out form my cover; eye widening in alarm. Flight-capable Decepticons had Bulkhead and Breakdown surrounded. They exchanged words before Breakdown started fighting Bulkhead. I ran out from behind my cover and threw my last grenade at the closest one. Catching it on the spinal struts. It turned and their leader, Starscream, noticed me.

"Another one, kill it." His companions moved to follow his orders. I took a step back. Getting ready to spring forward under their shot and through their legs, surviving to shoot them from behind...'hopefully.'

"No!"

Breakdown had abandoned his fight with Bulkhead to jab the Decepticon's servo up. The shot going wide.

Confusion caused me to momentarily freeze.

Thankfully, the other Autobots chose that moment to show up to battle Starscream and his lackeys. A string of what I imagine are cybertronian expletives left Starscream's mouth and they left. Breakdown running after them.

The Autobots looked like they were going to pursue him.

"Stop!" "Don't, let him go!"

Bulkhead and I shouting at the same time. They stopped and Ratchet activated a Groundbridge.

"You both performed admirably, however we have much to discuss when we get back to base."

Optimus had his stern leader voice on again. 'Sigh...well this is gonna be fun.' I turned to follow Bulkhead through the Groundbridge.

I couldn't get the image of Breakdown saving me out of my head.

I ran along the empty dirt. Having left the road to run across the desert after my little 'talk' with Starscream. The trails left by the others had long since faded from the sky but I continued; the small dark, shape of the Nemesis in the sky before me. My frame screamed at me to just give up and lie down but in pushed on.

#Br...down#

'There...I heard it.' I activated my comm and practically yelled down the line. #This is Breakdown...can anyone hear me?#

I was rewarded with a crackle and a distorted voice from the other end.

#Break..own Where have you been...I'm...ing a grou...idge.#

The familiar green swirl opened before me and I forced myself to jog down the dizzying tunnel. Almost collapsing into Knockout when I emerged from the other end.

Something must be wrong with my audials, knockout's voice is so faint. I frowned, trying to focus.

The only thing I could focus on was the face of the human who'd helped save me.

The determination on their face as they faced a Cybertronian well over ten times their size and the flash of Decepticon red I'd seen in their face when the lights came back on.

My spark fluttered at the thoughts filling my processor.

I could faintly register Knockout fussing over my servo and optic. 'How'd I get in the med-bay?'

"Megatron will want a report from you." I tried to ignore the sudden sound of Starscream's voice.

Instead, I sat listening to the strange new music within my spark.

-----------------------Time skip – a few weeks later------------------------------------

Your pov:

Soft rays of light from the setting sun caress my face. The wind whistles past the open window of the car; my hair fluttering in response. My mind drifts as I drive across the sand. After school, I'd told the kids that I'd meet them back at base and gone for a drive to try and clear my head.

Images from the rescue kept running through my head.

Countless bodies falling to the floor as the life drained from their hidden eyes; the horrid twitching as those who'd avoided an instant death were wracked by their death throes. Bullets carving smooth tunnels through both air and flesh; the crimson arcs that accompanied their passage. No matter what I tried I couldn't make myself feel any kind of guilt for their deaths. 'Does that make me a bad person?'

The face of my father. At once, the same as the photograph in my helmet and different. Older. Crueller. Hate filled my core, as I contemplated all the ways I would like to end his life for what he did to my mother, to me...and to Breakdown. I keep the photograph, only so I will know his face when the time arrives for him to meet his end.

Breakdown. The Bruiser of a Decepticon had been filling my mind the past week. I couldn't get the images of the torture inflicted on him by M.E.C.H, and my father, out of my head. But all the hate I had for them, dwindled in comparison to the confusion whirlpool of emotion that accompanied thoughts of the Decepticon. Butterflies in my stomach, fluttering in my heart, a strange giddiness that threatened to overtake me every time I remembered how he had protected me from that Vehicon. Whe we first met he called me cute.

I shook my head to get the thoughts out of my head. Which brought my wing mirror into my view for a second. Just long enough for me to notice the familiar vehicle trailing me.

Strangely, not feeling any panic at all, I calmly continued driving to my original intended destination. Driving through a small canyon of sorts and up an incline to park on top of a plateau.

I exited the car and strolled over to the edge of an overhang. Sitting down, leaning back on my forearms as I watched the horizon. The sound of Breakdown halting a ways behind me made me chuckle.

"You can join me you know...I don't bite."

This cheerful remark caused the con to transform and sit beside my small human form. I glanced over to see him studying me curiously.

"You're not scared?"

I shrugged and continued to watch the sunset.

Peace enveloping me as I leaned a bit further back. My hand meeting resistance in the form of his servo. I didn't move it...and neither did he.

The sun finally winked below the horizon. The sky morphing from a pale pink, to a deep rose, to a royal purple and finally to a dark blue. I sighed. 'Even with all the ugliness in the world...the death, the deceit...views like this still exist.'

"What happened to your optic?"

The sudden question made my heart skip a beat. I took a deep breath and pondered my next move.

"You saw what happened to me."

His prompt almost sounded accusatory...and hurt.

Coming to a firm decision, I raised my hand that wasn't touching Breakdown's servo and removed my eye patch. I placed it on the ground behind me and looked up at the con.

He looked down at me, optics widening slightly at the sight of the scarlet winking up at him. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke once more.

"I think you look great...for a human." The correction brought a tinge of blue to his faceplate and he resolutely turned to stare at the horizon. The shimmer of the moon, just visible of to the side. The ground before us, an indecipherable pool of darkness.

I felt a blush forming and swiftly turned to look at the moon rise as well; a small smile forming at the corners of my mouth.

"You're not so bad yourself...for an alien robot."

He chuckled. My smile grew wider and I really hoped he wasn't looking at me. A quick glance revealed that he was. 'Just great...'

Almost as if he heard my thoughts he chuckled again before looking at the horizon once more.

Peace enveloped me and a tingling had begun in my fingers, where they touched his servo, and travelled into my spine. Both a hot flash and a warm wave travelled along its length.

He sharply turned his helm, looking at me with an indecipherable expression. "Thank you." It was mumbled but I caught it. I smiled. "No problem." We watched the moon rise in comfortable silence before I leaned back and studied the mech intently.

"We should do this again sometime."

He softly smiled at me. "I think I'd like that."

Sat on that cliff-side I made a silent vow. To meet him again, as many times as possible.

The fact that he didn't object when I leaned against his servo, in fact he gently pulled my smaller form slightly closer towards him; protectively enclosing me in his grasp.

There was a darker undertone to my thoughts; I felt suddenly glad that I don't know for sure what his fate is. 'Ignorance is bliss...'

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