Isaacs latest assistant

by Wyrm_With_A_Why

Summary:

In which Megatron does not remember what he was before when Saris key revives him. He discovers a new fate, if only others can accept him as easily as the humans can

Chapter 1: Welcome back, Megatron

When he awoke he didn’t know a thing. Well, he couldn’t remember much. Or maybe he was simply created to have only a head and to connect to the computers in this room. Oh, oh! Or maybe he was unfinished! He wondered what his purpose would be then. He feels like he’s supposed to have one. He knows his name is Megatron and is for some reason so absolutely certain of that fact he feels like he’d get upset of people called him otherwise. Can he speak? He has no mouth.

“Hello?”

He tries. He succeeds, to his surprise. His voice comes out of all the wires and other machinery he’s connected to. It’s odd. It feels alien but it doesn’t feel gross or bad which is good! And the place is powered so surely his creator must be in here somewhere.

“Is there anyone out there?”

He tries again. His voice sort of surprises him. He honestly remembers having a higher pitched voice and the faint memory of struggling to speak loud enough. He remembers caves for some reason. But this isn’t a cave, it’s a room. A large room though and he shifts his gaze to the incomplete frame standing there. From what he can see, it has no arms. But there is a servo a little ways away. It’s his servo! He thinks about having a body. He feels like he knows how to walk, work, run… the thought of fighting crosses his mind. Awful… violence won’t solve anything. It can protect you but you should never ever throw the first punch and use more force than necessary. He blinks. Well, winks he supposes, his other optic can’t close. Violence… it triggers a memory. Violence. No. That’s wrong. He shouldn’t. He doesn’t want to fight even now. Talking works better than fighting.

He thinks a little harder now. Why does he have such memories, as if he’s already had a body before? Well maybe that’s good. Maybe he’s getting like, some sort of upgrade. He wants to be antsy but he can’t move. He looks over, oh! There is a screen. His vision is still very red which is starting to bother him. But he watches the video anyways, through the red hue. There are multiple smaller mechs on their knees as a flamboyant jet former lands perfectly with his a servo up, pointing a digit at himself.

“I defeated Megatron!”

What? Who is this? Why would they defeat him? Defeated him in what? Had he served another purpose before? What was it?

“I planted the device that overloaded his circuitry! His fate was sealed before he even reached your ship!”

Megatron felt his processor flare with agony. He screamed as energy surged upwards throughout the machines and shut off some lights and turned off the screen. Why was he so upset? What had happened? He panted when the pain ebbed to nothing, steam rising from himself and many of the circuitry around him. He decided to keep the screen off; he didn’t want to see or hear anything else that played. He felt a tear well up in one optic. How funny it was that he could cry in such an unfinished state. He looked down at the broken glass from the bulbs above him that his outburst had shattered. He felt bad, he hoped those weren’t expensive or hard to find. He focused more on the machinery. He couldn’t move his hand but he could control the claw like appendages nearby. He used it to pick up the little contraption on the table. It, much like him, was unfinished. He set it down, leaving it alone as he did not know what his creator wanted to do with it. Or maybe it wasn’t even his creator, maybe this lab was a shared space. Megatron’s optic lids grew heavy. He now felt bad for feeling so tired, he didn’t have a body to expend energy on actual useful things. He’d only broken things and gotten flustered which only added to his probably irrational guilt. It wasn’t all his fault but no, it was to him at least. He used a claw appendage to sweep up the broken glass, awkwardly brushing it from his helm to the floor where he struggled to pile up properly. Then once he was satisfied with the pile he’d made he took several breems to pick up a metal sheet to scoop up the glass so he could carefully dispose of it. Once he was satisfied with his work he decided to let himself recharge. Maybe his creator would appear and work on him while he slept. He didn’t really like that idea if he was being honest with you. But he didn’t have a choice. Also, he decided that trying to fight the recharge would do him no good. He felt like he’d get unbearably pissy if he stayed online any longer. Just a short stasis nap should do the trick…

Chapter 2: An Alien!

Summary:

Megatron meets the professor

Megatron awoke to the sound of the door opening. It took a moment for him to process what exactly was happening; his optics went full static for a klik and his audials could barely comprehend the soft sounds he was hearing. He reset his vision after a short moment and looked down at the- an alien! There was an alien in the room! Maybe it was the creator of this lab? It was kind of funny looking, in a sort of cute way. It was very very small, so small Megatron thinks if he had a servo, the creature could sit perfectly in the centre of it and still have room. The alien seemed.. soft? Squishy? Megatron didn’t really know how to describe it. It had a sort of greenish torso base and black servos and pedes. Its helm had a brown base and on top of the helm was a spikey black and greying piece. Megatron blinked at the aliens gibberish. What on Cybertron was it doing? Was it speaking to itself while it tampered with that teeny tiny device? Megatron just barely resisted his urges to use the claw to poke it. He decided to use his built in language translater, which he didn’t know he had until just this moment and found out that the alien spoke some new planet language called “English”. Megatron quickly filled up his vocabulary with basic English, no slang terms as that felt odd and unprofessional. He also learned that these creatures had several dialects of languages which was intriguing but right now he felt that he should focus on learning what exactly this alien was. He begged it didn’t mean any harm as the sickening thought crossed his mind that he was a prisoner. May the allspark save him if he is.

“Excuse me?”

He said, keeping his voice careful and gentle as to not frighten or deafen the creature. Unfortunately he startled the creature.

“Wh-what? Who’s there?!”

Oh spark it sounded so frightened, Megatron felt so awful!

“Be not afraid! I mean no harm!”

The alien whirled around. Oh, the poor thing didn’t know who was speaking to it!

“Uhm.. the giant head right behind you,”

The creature stared right at him with a gasp of shock. Megatron realized this must be pretty menacing.

“Hello there,”

He tried, hoping the creature wouldn’t freak out anymore than it already had.

“You.. you’re alive? I didn’t-“

Megatron tried to express a smile with the only optic he had. He had no mouth to do that properly but he really didn’t want to scare the tiny thing more than he already had.

“My name is Megatron. What’s yours?”

He did his best to keep his voice soft, his vocals already as kind as he could possibly make them.

“I-I’m Isaac Sumdac… what… are you?”

“I could ask the same about you. I’m a cybertronian. It appears I am unfinished or being remade,”

The creature called Isaac had very wide dark optics now. Megatron had never seen optics like that. White bases with dark little dots in them. Those dots moved as he guessed he was being eyed up.

“Cybertronian… like Saris Autobot friends… I’m a human,”

Megatron had never heard of a human before. Or an Autobot for the matter but Isaac implied that they were the same race as Megatron. The human had a very pleasant accent in his voice which Megatron greatly enjoyed. He thought of telling them but maybe they’d get offended or insecure and that is not what he needed right now.

“So is it you who’s going to give me my new body? How come I don’t have one?”

He semi cut off with a small pained sound as a harsh blade of memory dug into his processor. Needles deep within his brain pan as his body was immobile, strapped down to a medical slab, perfect for opening up and taking apart and turned into something useful as viruses like himself must be ridden of-

“Are you alright?”

He onlined his optics. That sudden memory still stung, like a molten burn. Megatron stammered.

“S-sorry. I hope I didn’t frighten you… am I in pieces because I malfunctioned? Do I need reprogramming?”

He didn’t intend to sound so fragile but he really did. He also sounded incredibly guilty as he did feel that way. He doesn’t want to harm or frighten, he just wants to assist but if was useless before will he be useful now? Maybe this is his second chance so he’d better not blow it.

“I won’t be reprogramming you!”

The human, Isaac Sumdac(he really need to stop calling him the human, it had a NAME) sounded startled by his questions.

“I-I found your head. Only your head,”

Then what on this planet had happened to his body to decapitate him?! And how was he even alive?! How did he not remember that of all things?!

“I am sorry, i didn’t know you were a living thing. You showed no signs of life when I found you, kept you, analyzed you,”

“So how am I alive now?”

“I do not know,”

Megatron paused, taking all of this in like a swig of oil. It’s been an age since he had oil, if he had a body with tanks he’s sure they’d be creaking and groaning from the aching emptiness.

“I hope it’s not too much to ask-“

“Do you know the Autobots?-“

They’d both spoken at the same time. Megatron would’ve put his servo over his mouth if that were even possible right now. The human did that exact motion.

“I’m sorry! Continue,”

Megatron spluttered. If Energon coursed through him he’d certainly be flushed bright pink right now.

“I apologize. I was just wondering if the Autobots are your friends,”

Isaac(yes! He remembered to call him by name!) played a clip of camera footage of many mechs. An ambulance medical bot. A slim visor bearing motorcycle. A muscle car with stripes and tiny horns and a plucky aura. A larger military vehicle who seemed a bit clumsy but his spark appeared just as big as they were, at least that’s the vibe Megatron got from them. Then there was another truck vehicle. He seemed humble. Megatron still wasn’t able to see colours other than red and it was really irritating him because he’s sure everything would be oh so pretty if it were in full colour for him.

“Can’t say I recognize them, though I don’t recognize much I’m afraid. They seem charming,”

“Maybe they know who you are?”

Megatron giggled at that. His laugh sounded weird to him, too deep and a bit intimidating. He didn’t remember laughing like this but all of his memories were in disarray anyways so what did he know right?

“If they can recognize me in such a state, I hope they’re old friends,”

“I could bring them here if you feel comfortable,”

Megatron felt shocked. For some reason someone asking what made him comfortable or uncomfortable was unheard of. It shouldn’t be but it was.

“I don’t mind it,”

“Then I shall. And I’ll work on trying to give you a body but it may take a while,”

“That’s alright, I’m grateful for you agreeing to help me,”

Megatron considered for a moment then he offered another attempt of a smile.

“Do you mind if I access your computer to learn more about your kind? You humans?”

“Go right ahead. As long as my projects are uninterrupted or touched,”

“Yessir,”

Isaac laughed.

“Oh you can just call me Isaac,”

He went towards the door.

“Sit tight, Megatron. I’ll round them up soon and maybe we can answer more of your questions,”

“Thank you again, Isaac,”

But he was already gone, leaving Megatron to tap into the computers, learning more about the humans. He learned things both interesting and utmost disturbing.

He (unfortunately) learned how they reproduce and how some humans can change, sort of like cybertronians. Well, not like them but they could change their bodies if they felt it in their mentality to do so. Cybertronians can do that too so that’s pretty neat. He only freaked out when details come with pictures that he did not need forever burned into his processor. He learned much more, about their histories(some war stories that pained him greatly) and that Isaac Sumdac is actually quite famous for his technological advances. Funny, the tech here is so primitive but to humans it’s so futuristic. Megatron laughed to himself at such adorable behaviour. On this planet there were all sorts of other organic life too. Animals and ecosystems. It was all so much. Megatron had gotten so lost in his research he hadn’t noticed the presence of his own kind and the human, Isaac, returning.

Chapter 3: New people, new terms, new headaches

Summary:

Megatron gets to meet some people who recognize him, though he does not

“Megatron?”

The Mech, or the sentient head of one, was startled out of his research and he looked over to find the mechs from the video footage he’d been shown earlier and another human. The human was tiny, smaller than Isaac. But this one had a different frame and helm piece. It was called hair if Megatron recalled right. Megatron still had a hard time telling the difference of human sexes so he didn’t bother guessing what the new one was. Humans were so complexe with that sort of thing, at least to Megatron. The five mechs behind Isaac stared at Megatron with faint horror but also curiosity. Megatron supposed an incredibly damaged talking head was probably unnerving if it wasn’t you who was said talking head.

“Hello,”

Megatron said, breaking the silence. The mechs had these weird symbols on them. Megatron only wondered what colour it really was as his vision was still very red.

“Do you recognize him?”

Isaac asked.

“Oh we recognize him alright,”

The medic said bitterly. He pointed a digit at him, which trembled with… rage? Fear? Megatron couldn’t think of why he’d be upset with him but the mechs voice had sounded positively furious. The hatred made Megatron wish he could’ve just stayed offline. Did something happen between them in the past? He was sorry even though he didn’t know what he was sorry for.

“That,” the venom and loathing chilled Megatron as it wounded him. “Is the leader of the decepticons,”

“What’s a Decepticon?”

Megatron was startled at himself for speaking. But he was so confused his processor was starting to ache.

“Don’t give me that!”

The truck, the humble seeming one put a servo on the medics shoulder.

“Ratchet..”

“No Optimus! He’s the Decepticon leader! He’s built to lie!”

That one really stung. The medic, Ratchet, glared at Megatron with pure icy hatred. Megatron didn’t understand.

“What is.. a Decepticon?”

Megatron tried again weakly. He was stared at again. He was a little sick of being stared at like some piece of work behind glass at your local human museum. He never remembered a museum on Cybertron but maybe there was one. Maybe he’s never been or it’s just a part of his lacking memories.

“You really don’t know?”

The humble one, Optimus, spoke carefully. His voice was gentler than the medics.

“I swear on the maker I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never heard of an Autobot or a Decepticon ever. But maybe I have I don’t know. I don’t remember much,”

There was a brief period of silence. Consideration and exchanged looks. Expressions changing and feelings shifting. Megatron felt like… what was that expression the humans said? A fish out of water? He forgot what a fish even was.

“So we made him forget everything?”

The horned muscle car asked Optimus. The visor bearing one elbowed him. Then the new human spoke. It was squeaky and high pitched like a rusted joint.

“So you’ve been hiding an entire cybertronian from me all this time?!”

Megatron’s audials rung from the loudness the tiny creature spoke to Isaac.

“Sari let me explain first,”

“Go on then. I’m waiting,”

“Megatron wasn’t exactly alive when I first found him. I found his head and his body in what I thought was a meteor crash sight. I studied his remains for years; it’s his machinery that enlightened me to my technological advances,”

Megatron held his glossa. He wanted to ask where his body was so he could get a good look at the damage. It was probably just as bad or even worse than his helms state.

“But just this morning he spoke to me. He was just as confused as I was. He didn’t know you,”

He motioned the five mechs who were still watching Megatron with skepticism.

“He barely knew who he was. He didn’t recognize the word ‘Autobot’. Maybe you’re thinking of the wrong person?”

“Oh shove it up your tailpipe! There’s no other Megatron!”

Ratchet really didn’t like him. What could’ve happened? Megatron’s optics rested on Sari now. He was just curious about the new human. In an attempt to change the subject and break the heavy tension, Isaac spoke, motioning the new human.

“Megatron, this is my daughter Sari. I’ve mentioned her before,”

Megatron blinked. A daughter. A daughter is a human female child. His vision flashed in proper colour, the same as it did when he’d met Isaac for the first time. Only for a moment but Megatron took in all of the colours. They were so pretty. Optimus was blue and red. Ratchet was red and white. The blue visored one was black and gold. The larger one was mostly green. Sari herself has the same brown skin as her father. Her hair was an unnatural(according to the human sources he’d read) reddish pink. It felt familiar, the colour. Her eyes were bright and her clothing was light orange and peach coloured. She had some high boots of the same colours. Her mere existence felt like something he should know. He recognized it but he couldn’t place it. He just felt like he had to protect her, and therefore her father which helped bring her to life. Ew ew ew his mind went back to the horrific images of the humans process of creation and he squeezed his optic closed to try and think of anything else.

“Are you alright?”

Megatron onlined his optics again.

“I guess.. it’s just another processor ache..”

He did NOT want to tell Isaac he learned about… human interfacing by accident.

“They come and go sometimes. Your daughter feels familiar for some reason,”

That caused more intense staring. Maybe he said the wrong thing again, but he wanted to be honest. He wanted them to know he wasn’t a liar and that he was telling the truth.

“Why would Sari feel familiar to a Decepticon?”

The visor bike asked.

“What is a Decepticon?!”

It was starting to get on Megatron’s nerves that no one was answering Megatron’s questions.

“Decepticons are evil, destructive and destructive. End of story,”

The horned one answered.

“And Autobots are?”

They seemed surprised on how calm Megatron asked his second question.

“We’re supposed to protect life, while Decepticons want to take it,”

Megatron blinked again.

“Well that wasn’t so hard was it?”

He was satisfied that his questions were answered. Again, the mechs or autobots, seemed surprised.

“I know my purpose isn’t to take life. I’m supposed to help. Violence won’t solve anything, it only makes things worse,”

Optics grew massive and intakes opened. What was so shocking about wanting to help and protect?

“Well, you all seem to know me for someone I’m not, but who are you?”

He wished he had a body. To fidget, to point in clarification, to nod instead of sayings yes and no. He really wanted a body. Isaac headed over to a small panel with one button and pressed it. As if he’d read his mind, his mangled and incredibly damaged body arose from the ground. Megatron stared in shock. A lot of damage was done to it. But it was still salvageable which was the good news. It also looked a bit lighter than normal. He blinked a few times, hoping to trigger the flicker of colour but it didn’t work.

“Your body is still in remarkable condition despite its exposure to the elements,”

“Cybertronian bodies can withstand more than earth’s average elements. Lucky for me, I suppose,”

“My key could speed your healing up!”

Sari squeaked again. Optimus shook his helm.

“Let’s slow down. Megatron, I am Optimus Prime,”

Megatron winced at the word Prime. Something about it made his processor throb worse than previous moments. Optimus then pointed to his crew.

“This is Ratchet. Bumblebee. Bulkhead. Prowl. And of course Sari,”

The human child beamed. A human and five Autobots, cybertronians. How funny. How bizarre. He liked the motley crew that was happening.

“And as for her key-“

“We’ll have to discuss it further,”

Ratchet interrupted. Still all too wary of Megatron, who still continued to feel hurt by the venomous distrust. He didn’t exactly blame the medic but he felt as if some of his hate was uncalled for. But maybe something that had happened, something he didn’t even remember… maybe that had to do with it.

“Professor, I think you should join us for a talk,”

Optimus said. Megatron liked his voice. It was a leaders voice but not in a cold way. It wasn’t loud and it had emotion that you could even feel in it. The door behind the group opened and they left the room, leaving Megatron to his own thoughts. This is fine, Megatron tried to convince himself mentally. Please don’t hate me, he pleaded inside. I just want to help! Don’t keep me like this forever!

Chapter 4: New body, new purpose, new tools

Summary:

Megatron has his magical girl transformation

Megatron sat all alone in the empty room for a long time. He couldn’t see any signs of anyone returning but also didn’t want to test his limits with the human research this time. He did however look at all the animals that could exist on such a planet, before learning about how small it was. Despite its size it contained many climates, species, sections, oceans(which were new he’d never heard of such a thing), mountains(also new), canyons and other indents and rises in the crust of the planet. The earth has a core, like most planets and the humans say the core is made from magma. Magma can sometimes exit the earth via volcanos which are just mountains that spew the molten substance. The results are quite catastrophic if humans live near it. He also learned humans had varying colours and cultures in different places of the world. He didn’t really want to fill his processor with more information than it could possibly digest right now but he really needed a distraction. The prior event had really rattled him so he tried to focus his energy more on comprehending the planet he was stuck on. Especially if he could convince the Autobots he was just here to help. He’d be helping Isaac and Sari of course, especially since he owed his consciousness to Isaac for somehow bringing him back online. The door suddenly opening made him make a small noise in surprise. It was Isaacs daughter.

“Hey again,”

“Hello, Miss Sari,”

She blinked at him.

“You ain’t gotta call me Miss. Just Sari is fine,”

“My apologies,”

“Dont be sorry either. You’re still learning aintcha?”

“I suppose I am. I’ve never met a human before. Or any alien for the matter. I’ve been studying what your planet has to offer,”

He used the claw that he’d been using to motion the computer screen.

“You can use the computer?”

“Yes. I can connect to it,”

“Can I see?”

“What would you like?”

“Just search up something. Anything,”

Megatron was interested with the minerals within the earths crust in deep caves. Ones that reminded him of home. He used the computer to find information about his favourite crystal so far, as it was the only one he was able to see in colour. An amethyst, a pretty purple spikey crystal; his vision had flicker with colour when he’d done some research on the crystals and other rocks on this planet.

“Woah! That’s neat. Is this what you spend all your time doing? Just learning?”

“Nothing else I really can do,”

Sari held the key tied around her neck. She looked at it then back at the door.

“They won’t let me speak,”

“And why is that?”

She took off her key swung the rope it was tied to around her finger, thinking about something.

“I’m just a kid so they don’t think I’ll make the right choice,”

Megatron hadn’t expected the human child to start climbing up the side of his helm. He reflexively used the claw piece to take her off and set her back on the floor.

“Hey! Don’t you want to be fixed?”

Megatron blinked in surprise.

“W-well of course I do! But your team didn’t say yes-“

“Well my team isn’t being very team like,”

Sari pouted. But her eyes visibly darkened, expressing her frustration with her teammates excluding her. He understood the feeling for some reason. He had no recollection of being on a team but he didn’t like being excluded either. Take the previous conversation he was in for example though, him asking what a Decepticon was and receiving no answers. Like he wasn’t even there.

“Besides, it’s my key. I should be able to decide what to do with it,”

Megatron didn’t like where this was going. He had a feeling this was going to cause serious problems.

“Maybe we shouldn’t-“

But Sari clambered onto his helm anyways and hung her key right above his helm. A port opened against his will, drawn the energy from the key. He felt the key slip into the port and his processor never felt better. He felt energy course through his helm and connected him to his body through the amazing feeling. Sari jumped off his helm as cables tore through the walls and ceiling to lift Megatron’s head and servo back to his body. It felt incredible. The connection felt like explosions of pure euphoria. He’s never felt such beautiful energy before. He’d be forever in Saris debt and he didn’t mind. He could feel his optics adjusting to newfound colours and he could feel new and unbroken, untouched circuitry all throughout the new body he was being gifted. He saw light, he saw colour, he vented and could feel earths air swirling through his vents. He felt an oddly shaped brief case magnetize to his arm. He could feel the burn of swirling tattoos form on his helm, much larger shoulder plates and chest plates and though it burned it was not unpleasant. He always wanted tattoos. He felt his pedes softly touch the ground. He blinked and realized the Autobots and Isaac had entered the room, staring in horror while Isaac only seemed starstruck. Sari gaped up at him with awe. He blinked as he took in the scene and all of its colours.

“Sari, we didn’t tell you you could-“

Megatron didn’t hear the rest as he scooped Sari up in both servos, holding her carefully. He smiled down at the tiny saviour in his black servos.

“Thank you Sari!”

He was overjoyed and he couldn’t help but laugh, spinning then tossing the child into the air, catching gracefully and from a height where it couldn’t possibly hurt her. Sari giggled in joy and cheered as she was lifted. Megatron recomposed himself then set the child down. He forced himself to stay calm as he tested his arms and legs by lifting one at a time.

“Thank you so much, Sari. I am forever in your debt,”

“What’ll you do now that you have a body?”

Megatron looked around at the holes in the floor and ceiling, at the mess his new bodies formation has made. He detached his brief case which also doubled as a stun gun and confetti canon from his arm then sat on his knees to open it. It was filled with all sorts of tools for repairing anything from these walls to a cybertronian. There were also some tools he didn’t recognize but he could test them later. He could close it again and hit it if he wanted to have another empty section. He’d fill that later too.

“I should fix the damage I’ve caused,”

Then he got to work on repairing the walls, ceiling and floor. The Autobots still stood with their jaws dropped. By the time Megatron had finished his repairing the Autobots and the humans had gone though from the faint sound he’d barely heard, Sari hadn’t wanted to leave with them. Megatron stepped back and cracked his back which had adjusted to a painful hunch because of his position in which he’d repaired the floor and lower walls. He admired his work, the lab now looking exactly as it had before he’d destroyed about a quarter of it. His tanks suddenly creaked with emptiness. He was embarrassed at the obnoxious groaning that occurred and he punched his gut, flustered as he silenced it. Thank Saris key no one was around to hear that. He looked down at the door the Autobots had entered through. It was big for a human, perfect size for the Autobots but him? His frame was quite tall. He opened the door and poked his helm out. There was no way he would fit, even if he crawled. He went back inside to figure out how on Cybertron he was supposed to leave this place without damaging anything.

He sat cross legged on the floor now, checking the tools in his brief case. He blinked when he picked up a mysterious pad in it. It scanned him so suddenly he almost dropped it in surprise. A picture of his frame appeared though it displayed no features, an all black body. It had a line right beside it with a dot on the center. He pressed it. Nothing happened. He moved the dot up. His frame grew. He paused. He just massshifted. It had been a painless process though it did feel a little strange but not really uncomfortable. His brief case didn’t change size with him though. Could he make that happen? The pad had changed size with him so did it need to be in contact with him to shift? He moved the dot back down and he returned to his previous size. He set the pad on the ground and closed his brief case and put it back onto his arm. It magnetized to his arm with a loud thud. It looked like such a deadly weapon which made his processor start to ache as he questioned it so he stopped thinking about it. He picked the pad up then shrunk himself down to around Optimus Primes height before casually stepping out into the halls. He still had to hunch a bit so he made himself smaller, about Bumblebees size now. Now it was time to find the humans and explain that he was bound to them now, helping them with whatever they needed as a repayment for fixing him.

Chapter 5: Friendly conversation

Summary:

The humans are very nice to Megatron

Megatron walked the claustrophobic halls, taking in any and all details he could now that he could finally see colours. He wondered if he could see colours before. His small flickers of memories had some colours but there was a lot of just grey and stoney hues. He walked around for a long time before he realized there was an elevator he was supposed to take. When he pressed the button to bring it up, he hadn’t expected Isaac and Sari to already be in there. They seemed just as surprised as he’d been when the door opened and they were just there. He felt the two helicopter blades on his back twitch in surprise. He hadn’t transformed yet but he didn’t see the need to. He had a lot of things to figure out right now so that could wait. He wondered what his old vehicle mode was, in his old body before it was destroyed. Well it wasn’t totally destroyed but the damage done was incredible. He had yet to ask Isaac about that but he was here so now was a good a time as any right? The humans spoke first, with their own questions.

“Megs! You’re so small!”

Sari stated the obvious. He also blinked at the nickname. Megs. He felt like he’s already been called this before. He didn’t mind. It made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, which was probably weird but he loved the positive feeling it brought. It made him feel like he was truly viewed as a person or a friend.

“One of the many tools I have. I’ve learned a specific data pad can be used to scan a Mech then change their size, making em bigger or smaller. I think any attachments they have must be touching them when the shift occurs to change sizes with them as well,”

“Cool! Do you think it works on humans?”

Isaac looked anxious at that.

“Do not worry, Isaac, the mass displacement device cannot be used on organics. Only cybertronians, I believe, though I have not tested this on your own machinery,”

“Oh we could try it now!”

The child’s excitement was certainly contagious but his empty tanks let out a groan to remind him that he was in desperate need of fuel. He put a servo over his tanks and felt a little embarrassed about the faint ruckus they occasionally caused.

“Maybe some other time. I still have a lot of questions and I also really need some fuel, if you have any?”

“What do cybertronians eat anyways?”

The word confused him for a second. Eat? Right right that’s how humans refueled. They had much more options than cybertronians did.

“We drink oil, Energon or a special type of Energon called high grade which is the equivalent to you humans alcoholic beverages. We can also eat Energon raw but it’s nicer when it’s processed into softer cubes or into a liquid form,”

“We have oil you can use. Do you need to have it everyday?”

Sari said, not exactly consulting with her father before laying out the offer.

“Cybertronians don’t need to refuel everyday, no. We can go for a long time without refueling. But I suppose because my body’s so new I’ll need something to tide me over,”

Sari took his servo in hers and pulled him into the elevator. He was a bit startled by the sudden tug but let the child lead him. He’s never felt a human hand before and it was absolutely bizarre. It was warm and a bit silky, having a secretion layer of human grease. It wasn’t enough to cause a slip but it was there and it was incredibly human and unlike anything he’s ever felt before. Human beings, so strange but he loved learning more about the complex machinery that was an organic body. Isaac sighed and entered the elevator was well, so it was the slightest bit cramped but Megatron was unbothered by it. As they went down floors, Megatron felt like he’s been in a similar situation, cramped in an elevator rapidly plummeting downwards. In the memory that spawned it was mostly grey again but he saw the other mechs with him. They had red and black and yellow mining stripes on them. They were heading down to another mineshaft. He blinked when he’d realized the elevator had stopped and Sari was trying to pull him out of the cramped space but to no avail as he’d been frozen - almost too far gone in his memories.

“Earth to Megatron do you read?!”

She said, trying to snap him out of it.

“Sorry. Just was remembering something,”

“What was it?”

Isaac asked that this time.

“I’m not quite sure. I just remembered myself and a few others going down an elevator. To a mineshaft,”

“You did mining before? What are Cybertron mines like?”

Sari looked up at him in wonder.

“I don’t remember that much I’m afraid. Sometimes memories come back in fleeting pieces and some come back in harsh bright pictures that really make my processor hurt,”

“Processor?”

“Cybertronian brains, Sari. I’ll have to teach you our vocabulary some day,”

“You could teach me now,”

Megatron’s tanks suddenly whined in protest to yet again, furious about constantly being left empty and forgotten about.

“Maybe after he gets some oil in his system, Sari,”

Isaac said as he motioned the two to follow.

 

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Megatron sat down on a shipping create with a large can of oil by his pedes. He took his brief case from his arm and opened it to pull out the mass displacement pad so he could return to normal size. He stood before he did and thank goodness he did or he would’ve crushed the box he’d previously sat on, along with all of the contents within. He sat crisscross on the ground and opened the can of oil and took slow sips. Though his tanks complained greedily for more he remained patiently steady as he really didn’t want to make himself sick off of being greedy and foolish. Earth oil was strange. Once he’d taken the first sip he nearly spat it out. He swished it around in his intake before swallowing the liquid. It was bitter and a bit grainy, musty even, but it did the trick. He developed an enjoyment for the bitter flavour which was a good thing as this was most likely going to be the fuel he would ingest for the rest of his days. Unless Energon was somehow found or brought to earth. He wasn’t even halfway through the can yet but his tanks had finally stopped making noise.

“What does being hungry feel like for an alien robot?”

“Sari!”

Isaac spoke in a scolding tone. Megatron chuckled a bit as he wiped oil from his dermas with a digit then sucking on said digit so he didn’t waste any of the fuel.

“Well when our tanks are empty they still keep trying to process the energy or fuel that isn’t there so they start getting loud to let us know to refuel. It can cause a bit of discomfort and it can deescalate to serious pain and even stasis lock if you burn all your reserves,”

“Cybertronian biology must be something crazy,”

“Not exactly. We are not as complicated as you humans,”

“You think humans are complexe?”

Isaac asked. Megatron nodded. He was so happy he could move his head now.

“It’s simple for us. Engines, wires, sensors for feelings and detection, t-cog, fuel tanks, voice box and vents. Simple stuff,”

He did leave out the more not so appropriate or casual organs especially because there was a human child and he really didn’t feel great about telling younglings about procreation and all of that disturbing stuff.

“But for you humans you have so many connected parts. Not as simple as some detecting circuitry or some engines. You have hearts and lungs - we don’t breathe like you. You have stomachs and all sorts of organs to help the stomach then the digestive tracks which are honestly strange. How can so many things fit in such small bodies? They don’t seem small by any means?”

“You really found out a lot by using my computer didn’t you?”

Megatron smiled at Isaac.

“I felt like it was a must to learn about humans if I want to help them. I’ve learned a lot in such short time. Some things a bit worse than others,”

He rubbed his optics as he tried to distract himself yet again from the gross things humans could do. Isaac chuckled knowingly.

“I’m sorry you saw those sorts of things Megatron,”

“Saw what?”

Right- the human girl. Uh-

“Nothing. History lessons have taught me as beautiful as this planet can be, there are some negative sides,”

Since when was he such a smooth lair? Maybe this is why Ratchet didn’t like him. His processor pulsed in pain as he remembered how much the medic had loathed him.

“Yeah, sorry you had to see that. But trust me, we’re better than that now. Sure there’s some bad but nothing like that. Though it is good to know your history,”

Megatron and Sari shared a quirked smile. Megatron polished off the remaining oil in the canister and set it aside.

“Is that enough for you?”

Isaac asked, pointing. Megatron nodded and patted his now full tanks.

“I greatly appreciate it. It has a nice taste,”

“What does oil taste like to you?”

Sari nodded after her dad spoke. There were so many words for father, Megatron realized.

“Yeah cuz for humans it doesn’t taste good. But we have our own food,”

“Earth oil is bitter tasting but it’s really good. It’s quite rich and easy to get used to the taste. I quite enjoy it,”

“Do different planets oils taste different?”

Megatron nods.

“The memory is faint but it’s there. It’s like a faintly sweet taste though it doesn’t pop like this stuff,” He jerks a digit at the empty can. “Can’t say anything about any other types of oils though, only Cybertron’s oil,”

Now he supposed it’s time for the more serious questions.

“If you don’t mind Isaac, what exactly happened to me? You said you found me, my head and then my body.. Do you know how I got that way?”

He shook his head, a bit defeated as if he’d somehow let Megatron down. His voice sounded a bit saddened too.

“I’m afraid not. I’d mistake your crash landing for a meteorite crash. I’d been quite surprised to find your head first. You looked much different then. Sharper helmet and dark grey,”

How curious. Megatron had zero memory of being that way. He suddenly remembered how he really used to look. Darker, yes. Spikey, no. A mining frame, once upon a time.

“The Autobots said they made me forget everything. Do you know what they meant?”

Isaac considered, holding his chin in his fingers.

“I am unsure. Perhaps it’s best to find and ask them,”

Meagtron nodded then pulled out the mass displacement pad once more to shrink himself down to wander the halls with no discomfort. The brief case magnetized back into his arm with ease.

“Would you be so kind to take me to them?”

“Follow me,”

And follow he did, his black servo reaching down to gently hold Saris as he went.

Chapter 6: I just want to help

Summary:

The Autobots give Megatron an answer to some of his questions. In his distress he leaves but finds someone who knew him before too

Notes:

If you see an a like this : à
I’m sorry I wrote on a computer in class and it auto does that. I tried to get rid of them all-

Stepping into the light shocked Megatron as every sense was bombarded with new sights, bright lights, sounds and smells. He stood there for a moment as he tried to collect himself. The sky was this pale blue colour and an orb rested directly overhead. Megatron assumed that was the sun though it didn't look like it did in other pictures he'd seen. There were many dark gray and/or black roads that felt weird underpede. He could hear the wind blowing softly in his audials and human noises in the distance, maybe in the weird structures which were human buildings. The buildings looked more like odd crystal formations though, if Megatron was honest. He looked behind him at the tower he’d just left from. It had this gear with an S in it. Megatron liked that. Sari squeezed his servo and such a motion flung him through memories but just as quickly returned him to the present.

"This may take a while to walk to the place they stay. Do you have a vehicle mode like they do?"

"All Cybertronians transform into something unless something is wrong with the t-cog. I believe I already have a vehicle mode chosen,"

Megatron stepped back to mass shift to his normal height and lifted his arms out to his sides a bit before he transformed. Apparently his vehicle mode was a helicopter. His propellers caused a wind that blew the two humans' hair and clothes a bit as Megatron lowered down and opened the doors on each side of his vehicle form. The humans just stood there in shock. Didn't they see a transformation before? 

"Well? What are you waiting for?"

Sari cheered and climbed into the central control unit and Isaac slowly entered on the other side. Megatron clipped on seatbelts on each human, tightening them in accord to each one’s size. Helmets lowered from a ceiling compartment and popped safely onto Sari and Isaacs' heads. 

“You came prepared huh?”

Sari noted. 

“You can never be too careful. And humans are more fragile than Cybertronians. This is a just in case measure,”

“Are you afraid of not being able to fly?”

“Oh no, I can fly just fine. But the Autobots seem wary of me and just in case I stumble I want to ensure your safety,”

Megatron rose into the air and he could feel Isaac squeeze the seat so he didn’t go too high, only high enough that he was a safe distance from the higher building tops and power lines. 

“Now where exactly is this base of your friends?”

“I’ll give you directions. Go straight ahead until I tell you,”

“Yes ma’am,”

And onward they went. 

 

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“Right there! In that warehouse!”

Sari pointed down to the round topped building and Megatron slowly landed and let the humans free from the seatbelts constraints before they hopped out. Well, Sari hopped out, Isaac sort of stumbled. Megatron transformed shortly after as the Autobots emerged from their base. Sari seemed excited, waving to her companions. 

“What.. what are you doing here?”

“With him,”

Ratchet added onto Optimus’ sentence, pointing furiously at Megatron. Megatron felt like there was a deep rust beneath his external plating. 

“I just had some questions is all,”

Sari nodded to back him up. The Autobots exchanged glances with each other. 

“What sort of questions?”

Optimus asked cautiously. Megatron looked down at them. They were all so strangely small despite them being Cybertronians and he found it cute despite all the distrust and hate their gazes were filled with. 

“You said you made me forget. What was I before? Who was I before?”

There was silence. Dead and seemingly anxious silence. 

“Do you remember anything? Anything at all?”

Megatron coughed into his hand awkwardly. 

“I remember I used to work in the mines. I remember my old mining frame type, barely but I do. I remember…”

He trailed off as the agonizing memory threatened to drag him into the abyss. When he spoke again his voice was quieter than it was before. 

“I remember being taken away. Strapped to a table and opened up. They wanted to reprogram me, I-I think,”

He felt awful. He felt too hot but also too cold. He felt like he was going to purge. He felt dizzy and his legs threatened to give out on him. 

“That’s all…”

He concluded quietly. The Autobots seemed surprised. 

“You didn’t look like a mining bot when we met you that’s for sure,”

Bumblebee said. Prowl nudged him. 

“What happened? What was I before then?”

Silence. Primus, he was getting so sick of silence and hesitations. He deserved to know, at least he thinks he does anyways. 

“Please just tell me,”

“It’s unwise to,”

Prowl says finally, his voice firm but gentle. Megatron feels an icy servo squeeze his tanks. What could he possibly have done then? How… How bad was he before?

“Did I hurt people?”

He sounded like a lost sparkling. Hesitation. Ratchet broke the silence. 

“You did. You hurt a lot of people,”

His voice was cold but not as harsh as it once was. Primus below what has he done? Why was this his path? Maybe… Maybe this was his chance at redemption? He didn’t want to know anymore. Whatever he’s done… No. He wasn’t whoever he used to be. He’s different. He’s new. He’s better than whatever violent criminal he used to be. 

“Thank you for telling me,”

He said quietly. He turned and looked down at Isaac. Sari glanced up at him. 

“Are you alright?”

“I should take your father back to Sumdac towers now,” Megatron answered softly. “You don’t have to come,”

She looked back at her friends. Then back at Megatron. 

“I’ll come too just to make sure my dad doesn’t get lost,”

She said it with strained lightheartedness. Trying to lighten the mood. Megatron offered a quirked smile but his strain and real sadness was all too visible. 

“Alright,”

He answered. He transformed again and let the humans get back inside. Seatbelts clicked and helmets were placed on their little heads. Megatron found some comfort in the action for a reason he didn’t understand. And then he flew off, not uttering a word. 

“Do you need directions back?”

Sari said after a short while. 

“No, I can remember the way, but thank you Sari. You’re a kind girl,”

He said that and he meant it. Sari patted the control panel in front of her gently. 

“Don’t worry, Megs. I don’t think you’re a bad person,”

Isaac stayed quiet. Megatron felt himself smile a little. Suddenly Sari squeaked and pointed, tapping the side window. 

“What was that?!”

“What was what?”

“I thought I saw something! It was huge!”

Megatron paused and tredded the air and turned around to face the direction Sari had pointed. 

“We should investigate!”

Isaac squeezed the seat again. Megatron flew in the direction of the blur that Sari had seen. No sign of anything as far as he could tell. But then he heard pede steps. Loud and metallic pede steps. He transformed and then landed, the two humans sitting in his servos that were held up close to his chassis. He whirled around when a femme stepped out of the shadows. She was something that Megatron had never seen before. The most noteworthy was not her cool helmet or heel struts or four optics. The most noteworthy was that she was half organic. She seemed to recognize him. 

“Lord Megatron… you’re alive,”

She bowed a bit. 

“Please don’t bow.. I-I’m not a Lord. I’m not whoever you followed before,”

She stared at him in shock. Then her optics landed on Sari. She stepped closer and Megatron stepped back, holding the humans closer with protectiveness. 

“The key.”

She said sternly. She took another step. Megatron stepped back and tapped against the wall of a building. Though the half organic half Cybertronian was smaller than him(though it didn’t seem to be hard to find someone smaller than him on this planet) he felt that she could easily take him down. Perhaps it was her organic pieces. He was wonderstruck but the anxiety of knowing she could hurt the humans overpowered the sentiment. 

“Hand over the key,”

“No way!”

“Sari please! Don’t say anything that will get us killed!”

Isaac sounded like he was about to be sick. 

“I don’t care, I’m not letting her take my key!”

“Everyone, let’s calm down,” Megatron murmured. “Why do you want the key? Who are you?”

The femme curled her lip. 

“I used to be Elita One. Now I’m this disgusting hybrid,”

“I don’t think it’s disgusting,”

The femme faltered a bit, some of that rage dying out. 

“I know. You said that when you recruited me. But you don’t remember that do you? You don’t remember anything. You don’t remember your promise to help me!”

Her anger was rising again. Megatron needed to deescalate this. He wanted to help her still even if he didn’t know what he’d promised prior. 

“Listen to me, Elita. I will help you now, I swear upon the AllSpark,”

“That’s what you were always searching for,”

He blinked. Don’t ask why, Megatron. You’ll just get an answer you’ll regret. 

“Why do you want the key?”

“It will restore me. Return me to a full Cybertronian and no longer this disgusting hybrid,”

Megatron felt so bad for this poor femme. He didn’t take his optics off her as he set the humans down then stepped in front of them, closer to Elita One. 

“I don’t think the key will help you in the way you think,”

She snarled. He held up his servo. 

“Please just listen. I will help you. I don’t think the key will remove your organic parts like you want. I think the solution is to give you a new body,”

He looked down at Sari. He felt Elita’s gaze boring into his armour. 

“Sari. If I were to build this one a frame, could you use the key to bring it to full Cybertronian life?”

“Hold on,”

Elita and Sari said at the same time. Megatron looked back up at the techno organic. 

“You’d… a new frame? How would this work?”

“A transplant. I have many surgical tools in this,” he tapped his briefcase on his arm. “I will put your spark and processor into the new frame base and if Sari agrees, the key can bring your new frame to life, just as it did for me,”

The half spider tensed then looked down at the human girl. Then she got on her knees and clasped her hands together. 

“Please…”

She begged. Megatron looked down at the human girl and just waited for her to answer. 

“On one condition,”

“Anything,”

“If I fix you, spider lady, you won’t hurt anyone. You’ll be passive like our friend here,”

She tapped Megatron’s pede. Elita nodded. Megatron offered his servo and Elita took it. He hoisted her to her pedes and offered a gentle smile. 

“You draw me a blueprint on what you want your frame to be and Sari and I will do the rest. All I ask is for your patience,”

The femme nodded and her optics filled with tears. Megatron gently wiped them away. 

“Everything’s going to be alright,”

He promised her. 

“Thank you…”

She whispered to him. He picked up Sari and Isaac again. 

“I hope you don’t mind if we walk home. I’ll need some inspiration. And some materials, if you don’t mind Isaac,”

Megatron started ahead and checked to make sure Elita was following. She walked right beside him and he made sure to stay slow so she wouldn’t fall behind. 

“I’ll lend you what I can,”

The walk home wasn’t very long for giant alien robots. They have long legs, you know. 

Chapter 7: Welcome back, Elita One

Thanks to Isaac's much appreciated assistance, Megatron was able to build the frame base that Elita had wanted. The femmebot had given a nice, clean blueprint drawing of a femmebot frame. She put little notes on the sides too. 

"This was how tall I used to be, by the way. Not much shorter though so I hope that's ok." 

"It's been stellar cycles since I only had two optics." 

"Do you think I'll get cool tattoos like you? I think some here, here and here would be cool." 

Megatron had smiled at Elita and went to work right away. He did not recharge during the entire process. He decided to do this little project in an abandoned garage so Elita could easily walk in to view the progress and make adjustment points if she needed. She didn't but she had repeatedly thanked him for this. He tried to smile but the anxiety of failing her or the project going wrong was growing. Stop thinking like this and stay strong. For her sake.

It was very late one night when he finished the frame. Elita had asked for specific colours on the frame and Megatron let her help paint it. It was going to be her new frame, after all. The colours used were yellow, turquoise and black. Once Elita was satisfied, they walked to Sumdac Towers. Megatron needed to get Sari before the surgery because he wouldn't risk leaving an unattended, exposed spark and processor. They stopped before the tower and the smaller femmebot looked up at him.

"How do you plan on getting in? You're not exactly human sized,"

"I can be. Observe,"

Then he slipped out the mass shifting datapad from his briefcase and shrunk down to the average human height. Elita made a noise of surprise as she looked down at him. Her intake was wide open and she crouched down beside him.

"Never in all of my stellar cycles would I think I'd see a TinyTron,"

Megatron chuckled at the name.

"I'll be right back. Hopefully I won't be too long,"

He calmly entered the building as if he's done this many times, which he has. Mass shifting wasn't hard and it grew less uncomfortable with time yet he knew it was taxing on the frame. Despite this thought that lingered in the back of his mind, he went up to Sari's room and tapped on the door softly. Sari was awake almost instantly but Megatron knew she was just excited to help. The human child stumbled a bit and her eyes were having a difficult time staying open. He didn't blame the child for being so tired, it was one in the morning. Human's needed more recharge than Cybertronians. They had to do so every night. He held Sari's hand as the two walked to the elevator and went back down to the main floor. Sari took that time to wake up fully.

"I haven't done the surgery yet and it may take some time but try to stay awake but quiet for me, ok?"

Sari nodded at Megatron's gentle request.

"When I'm finished with the transplant I'll need you right away. Will you be able to stay awake for me?"

Sari nodded again with a determined look in her eyes. Megatron smiled. Elita was waiting outside for them both and Megatron returned to his normal size. Once he returned the mass shifting datapad to his briefcase he scooped up Sari in one massive servo and he and Elita returned to the abandoned warehouse. When they arrived, Megatron set Sari down nearby. He took a deep vent and mentally prayed to the Allspark to guide his forsaken hands. Elita laid down and Megatron gave her a reassuring smile.

"Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be,"

Elita's voice sounded hoarse. Megatron sat on his knees and manually put Elita into stasis. He slipped off her helmet and stared analytically at the strange fusion of techoorganic protoform. 

"I will succeed. I will give you your new body. You'll be free,"

Megatron murmured but mostly to try and give himself more courage. Do it now and do it for her. Megatron snapped open his briefcase and began to work. He was careful and very gentle as the organic parts of the body were much more sensitive than a normal protoform beneath a protective helmet. Hours ticked by as Megatron opened the femmebot up with precision he didn't know he had. His spark raced as he used all of his energy to keep his servos steady as he put Elita's mind and spark into the new frame he'd built. His optics felt funny as he turned to Sari. The girl held up her key with a determined nod. He lifted the human girl and she inserted the key into a port on the frame's head. Then there was a flash of blinding light. 

The frame was engulfed by blue light and power as energy surged through it, bringing Elita one to life. Pale tattoos burned in similar swirling motions to Megatron's own on the femmebots frame, on her helm and bitarlueus. Elita opened her glowing blue optics when it was over. She, like Megatron, had more black paint under her optics that traced a thinning line down her faceplates. She took a step forward. She vented in. She looked down at her servos and flexed her digits.

"How do you feel Elita? Is it how you wanted?"

Megatron's voice was quiet with exhaustion and worry. Elita One started to weep. Megatron set Sari on the floor and rushed over to the smaller femmebot. If something had gone wrong, Megatron didn't know what he could do for her in this case. Elita cried but her smile was bright. She hugged the taller mech tightly. Megatron hadn't expected that but it was a very welcome response and he returned the embrace gently.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you,"

Elita said through her heavy vents of overjoyed tears. Elita pulled away from Megatron and wiped her optics before sitting on her knees next to Sari.

"And thank you too, Sari. Without your key… I would've gone mad in that body. You saved me,"

Sari beamed with pride as Megatron sat down next to the two. 

"What will you do now that you have a body you're comfortable in?"

Elita chuckled at Megatron's question.

"Comfortable is an understatement. It's been so long since I felt like a Cybertronian,"

Elita sighed and hugged herself. Megatron felt a warm feeling spread through his spark. He grinned at Sari. 

"Way to go, Sari. Thank you for helping me. Helping us,"

Sari just grinned. Sunlight shone through the roof of the old warehouse. Megatron realized Isaac could be worrying for Sari as she had been gone for over five hours. Megatron stood and Elita copied his motion. 

"We'd better get you back to your home, Sari. Isaac must be worried,"

Sari nodded and sighed.

"I bet he's turned the place upside down by now,"

"And that's my bad. I was so focused on the surgery, I hadn't bothered to leave him a note or anything,"

The trio stepped outside and Megatron transformed. Sari climbed inside and he strapped her in and put on her helmet. Elita transformed too, into a sleek muscle car. The three of them went to Sumdac Towers where Isaac was waiting for them. Elita was amused that Megatron of all people was calmly taking a scolding by a human.

Chapter 8: You are being deceived

Summary:

Megatron needs to make things right even though he doesn’t even know what went wrong

Notes:

Sorry for not updating writers block n shit

Megatron was happy that Elita was adjusting well to her new body. She was happy and that only made him happier. She became good friends with Sari and were often hanging out together when Sari wasn’t with the other Autobots. Megatron still felt some guilt about the Autobots and the things they said he’s done, the people he’s hurt, the crimes he couldn’t remember committing. He also kept hearing the term Decepticon thrown around and it was now frequently bouncing within his processor like it was something important. When he tried to remember it was just static and a warm buzzing sensation. Nothing. He tried to move on but it was hard to just brush past such a devastating thing. Though he was thankful for the humans and Elita to distract him.

Speaking of Elita he was happy for how quickly she was adapting to earth like Megatron. Isaac let Megatron stay in his lab for a while if he wanted as long as he mass shifted and he offered to use it on Elita but she was a bit unnerved so he didn’t force it on her. They found a different solution which was a different storage house where they drank their oil and recharged if necessary. Elita didn’t like being alone so Megatron often allowed her to sleep with him, her often using his frame as a bed. Sometimes Sari or even Isaac would join and if Megatron was so honest, he didn’t mind. it was adorable how the smaller beings were using his massive frame as a comfy bed. But something was clearly on the younger femmebots mind recently. Thankfully, she approached him before he asked her.

“You really don’t remember anything?”

“Ah. No I don’t I’m afraid,”

“You don’t remember your Decepticons?”

“No…”

Elita paused and sighed.

“Then you probably don’t even know that they’re here on earth,”

“They are?”

“Yes. That’s what those little incidents Saris friends have rushed off to tend to. I feel like you’ve been kept in the dark about it,”

He wondered why Elita didn’t say her friends as well. She told him her story but didn’t say the bots names. Maybe she didn’t know them or actually like them? He’d ask later. Right now if earth was in danger because of monsters he’s made…

“You’d be right, I have not been informed about such matters. Care to elaborate? Perhaps I can help,”

Elita sighed and sat on the makeshift couch made of metal slabs and motioned Megatron to sit with her. He did without question.

“So… I should probably fill you in on what the autobots have been dealing with?”

“I’d like that yes,”

“Well there are so far three Decepticons who seem to follow the seeker most now. They’re trying to gain power and not only defeat the autobots but take over Cybertron,”

“Oh dear… have you engaged in combat with them as well?”

“No I have not. Sari just talks,”

“That she does. Do you plan on assisting the Autobots?”

Elita paused with a conflicted expression. She sighed before answering.

“I’m not entirely sure… the Decepticons clearly won’t recognize me but as for the Autobots… I’m not loyal to them either after… after what happened,”

Elita touched the “S” within a gear on her chest, the same symbol Megatron put on his own chest to fill the bare space. The symbol both showed their appreciation for Isaac and his assistance in their new bodies. And Megatron felt like the Autobots weren’t exactly accepting of him, not to mention he felt like he didn’t belong with them anyways. He didn’t know why but he just pinned the reason on the fact that they don’t seem to like him. Because of his crimes he didn’t remember.

“What do they look like? So I can keep an optic out for trouble,”

Elita pulled up a holopic and showed three forms. A pink, purple and grey seeker with red optics. A single opticed, bulky, green and purple mech. A tan, purple and black triple changer with varying faces that switched with their emotions. A band of misfits for certain. Megatron’s processor rapidly filled with questions.

“Have you tried talking with them?”

“They sort of have but they won’t exactly listen. They’re undyingly loyal to the cause you created,”

Megatron winced. How unfortunate.

“What if I spoke to them? Do you think they’d listen?”

“If I’m honest, they think you’re dead,”

“Well I’m not exactly the mech they knew,”

“I don’t think you should. What if they try to fight you because they think you’re an imposter? What if they try to take you away and get your old memories and personality back? What if-“

Megatron took the fretting bots servos in his.

“Elita, vent. I promise I’ll be fine. I may not be a fighter but I can handle myself with my bag of tricks,”

He tapped his briefcase on his arm. Elita exvented nervously.

“Just…comm me if you ever encounter them ok? You shouldn’t face them alone,”

Megatron smiled softly to reassure her. He thought it was cute that the young bot wanted to defend him like this.

“I promise I will,”

 

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A few days later Megatron broke that promise. Well, he didn’t mean to break the promise he just so happened to run into the Decepticons and then got his hands full and couldn’t comm her. The three were staring at him like he just called a god a slur.

“U-um. Hello?”

The bulky one spoke first. Well, he slammed his forehelm into the ground in a heavy bow then he screamed.

“LORD MEGATRON! YOU’RE ALIVE! PRAISE THE ALLSPARK IT IS A MIRACLE! NOW YOU CAN LEAD US ONCE MORE AND RID CYBERTRON OF THE AUTOBOT SCUM!”

Megatron felt winded and his processor throbbed at all the screaming and confusing praise. Did Megatron make an uprising or a damn cult??? It’s not like he remembered. The others were bowing too, though the seeker seemed reluctant.

“Vat iz zat zymbol on jour jest my lord?”

Megatron vented softly. He gently ushered the bulky one to his pedes.

“Listen…whoever I was, whatever I did before you need to abandon all that right now. No more fighting or war. And no more Decepticons,”

Intakes dropped open. Then the bulky one was sent into hysteria which made Megatron feel bad.

“CURSE THE AUTOBOTS! THEY HAVE CORRUPTED THE PERFECT MIND OF OUR GLORIOUS LEADER! FEAR NOT MY LORD, WE SHALL FIX YOU!”

Megatron lifted his servos and stepped back.

“Please stop yelling… I’m not a lord. Or a leader. Nor am I corrupted. Please, we need to just talk,”

Instead, the seeker shot at him and Megatron gasped before flipping backwards to dodge it.

“Wait! We don’t have to fight!”

The one opticed one tackled the seeker while the triple changer switched faces and laughed at the chaos. They were like… Sparklings. Dear Primus…

He remembered Elita and commed her a quick “there’s cons at my location” and just gently pulled the squabbling pair apart.

“Please! We don’t have to fight!”

Megatron managed to separate the two. The seeker glared at him.

“How this possible?!”

“Listen, I don’t know either but what I do know is that you are being deceived!”

They all suddenly faltered and stared at him.

“It really is you,”

They all said in unison.

Chapter 9: War is over, and what have we done?

Summary:

No more Decepticons

Elita was with Sari when Megatron commed her. She’d been contemplating confronting the “elephant in the room” as the humans say, between her and Optimus. She was still burning with ire and hurt but didn’t want to ruin what Sari had. Her relationships may be ruined but that was no reason to ruin the relationships of a young human girl. Sari was what, seven? Sparkling age compared to Elita. She was distracted from her thoughts when the call from Megatron came in. Megatron had a soft come beep when he called so she knew it was him, though it wouldn’t make sense for anyone else to comm her.

“Who’s that?”

“Megatron,”

Elita answered Sari’s question and tried not to sound worried but her vocals had a bit of an edge to it despite her attempts to shove it down. Ever since the warning about the Decepticons, each comm from Megatron has been anxiety inducing. His calls were never anything serious though, things like “did you refuel today?” “did you take Sari to school?” “how are you feeling, I heard you weren’t feeling good.” It sort of made her upset for worrying so much but it was just Megatron asking questions like a carrier. Though it was nice to have a parental figure in her life now but still, Elita was always tense with worry for negative news. She always worried if the Decepticons were hurting him. He didn’t seem like a fighter anymore. Even though he had that briefcase of tricks she still worried. She didn’t even know all of its uses yet.

“Hello? Megatron?”

“Hi Elita. Glad to hear from you. So uh, those Decepticon fellows you mentioned,”

Dear Primus. Elita sat down.

“Did they hurt you? How many are there? Are you a safe distance?”

“I’m perfectly fine Elita. There are three,”

Three?! All of them had regrouped there and were facing Megatron alone! He wasn’t a fighter. Elita stood and started walking away.

“Where are you going?”

Sari asked as she ran after the cybertronian.

“Megatron needs my help,”

“With what?”

“Something important,”

“I want to come,”

“You can’t. It’s too dangerous,”

“What if you guys get hurt then? You’d need my key!”

“Listen girl, this is far worse than what you’ve been through before ok? Besides, if the Decepticons see you and that miracle key they will not stop until they’ve taken the key from your cold dead hands!”

Elita realized she was being harsh from the stress and vented softly.

“I’m sorry. Just stay here. Please,”

“I should tell the others,”

“I…”

Elita paused. He didn’t want their help and didn’t want to see them at all. But realistically, backup would be necessary if there were three Decepticons. And she didn’t want to have the discussion about her and Megatron’s relationship with the Autobots.

“Alright. Go get them. I’ll go help Megatron in the meantime,”

Elita transformed into the sleek muscle car that Megatron had allowed her to choose and scan as a vehicle mode. She drove quickly all the way to where Megatron was situated. Luckily he wasn’t engaging in any combat and was actually pulling two squabbling decepticons apart: Starscream and Lugnut, while Blitzwing laughed with his random face. Blitzwing was laughing so hard he rolled around on the snowy ground while Starscream argued that this wasn’t their real leader and merely had his resemblance and catch phrases like a marketable toy while Lugnut insisted their glorious leader has returned and will take them back Cybertron when he gets his memories back. As Megatron pried them apart, his optics sort of reminded Elita of her old academy teachers.

“Please stop fighting again. We have a lot of explaining to do ok?”

Elita didn’t know if she should interfere or not. Megatron seemed ok, just a bit tired looking. He looked up and saw her and gave her a tired smile that begged for assistance. Elita approached and the decepticons turned their weapons to her and Megatron immediately leapt in the way.

“Stop! Please we don’t have to fight. We need to talk,”

“No!”

Oh dear. Here Starscream was going. Elita remembered the time when she was Blackarachnia and Starscream whined and moaned and complained about Megatron all the time, even more so when Lugnut wasn’t around to defend the name of their glorious leader. Megatron wasn’t really a glorious leader right now though he looked more like a tired sparklingsitter or something.

“Maybe we should bring them to the warehouse to talk?”

Megatron was far too nice to think that would happen without consequences or trickery. Or he just didn’t get it that decepticons are amazing at lying. Well, maybe not all. At least a bit.

“Maybe not just yet. They’re still rowdy and what if they run off?”

Elita tried to give a gentle excuse on why they shouldn’t do that. She didn’t want to rile anyone up. Megatron nodded but sighed.

“True. I guess we may be here for a while,”

“Oh joy,”

Megatron somehow managed to get all of the decepticons to sit still. They sat in the snow and Megatron sat as well, sitting calmly on his knees. Elita remained standing with her arms crossed. Then Megatron vented softly before explaining everything. He started at the beginning from when he awoke with no memory and just a head to his development to having a body, to finding out what he’s done but that he doesn’t remember still. He explained how he returned Elita to her full cybertronian form and their new alliance with the humans and he also explained that the decepticons were over. Lugnut seemed devastated but spoke up.

“We shall get your memories back, oh glorious leader! Then you will-“

Megatron held up a gentle servo to interrupt the rambling mech.

“Lugnut please. I…I don’t actually want those memories back. I don’t want to fight and I don’t anyone else to get hurt. And that goes for you all as well. We can start over here on earth,”

There was silence. Sceptical silence from Starscream. Devastated silence from Lugnut. And Primus knows what Blitzwing was thinking or what his silence meant. Megatron then stood and spoke once more.

“Im offering you a place to stay. No more fighting. There will be oil and a safe place to recharge and to live free of war or inequality or hurt. That I promise,”

Elita was shocked that Blitzwing agreed first and so quickly too. The triple changer stood up and approached Megatron, officially joining his side. Then Starscream reluctantly followed. Lugnut remained standing there, stunned. Megatron offered his servo with a soft look in his ruby red optics. A gentle caring look. Lugnut took his servo and Elita vented a sigh of relief. Then they headed back to their warehouse to get situated. Hopefully, everything was going to be alright. Guess she didn’t need that backup after all.

At that thought she heard the sounds of Autobots driving up close. Scrap.