Will You Fall for Me Once More?

Megatron never touches you, he doesn't carry you anywhere, and he never moves you when he needs to access where you're standing. But his eyes rarely leave you. It should give you the creeps, having his bold red eyes on you all the time, but you seem to find comfort in it.

You've been stuck on this ship for at least a week, and you're exhausted. You can barely sleep here, it's fucking cold, and you're hungry. You would stab someone for some good food and a blanket.

And your discomfort is glaringly obvious through your attitude. The red one, Knockout, is poking at you with one of his claws to get you to move off the keypad. You snarl at him and swat at his hand. "Fuck off." Your teeth are bared, your expression displaying as much anger as possible.

Your eyes are drooping in exhaustion, curled up against the keyboard. They emanate heat and it's one of the only warm surfaces on the entire ship. It's not a lot, but it's enough to knock the frost from your bones.

You're starting to hate it here, to loathe Megatron for putting you in this situation and not doing anything. You're exhausted and hungry and all he does is look at you. "I seriously hope you die," you grit, jabbing a finger at him. "I have half the mind to hurt myself and blame it on you so you'll have to leave me the hell alone."

Your voice is all bite, anger spitting from you like venom. Knockout raises his hands and steps back from you, rolling his eyes. He grumbles and goes to another computer to retrieve the information. You currently sat on the only one with direct access, which was going to make Knockout's job a lot more difficult.

"Knockout!" Megatron yells, stomping into the room. "Where is the manifest I asked for!?" His jaw is clenched and you barely muster the energy to look at him. "Ah! Lord Megatron," Knockout bows, his hands pressed together in front of his chest. "I apologize my lord but the human you insist," he glares at you, "upon keeping is currently residing on the only direct access panel."

Megatron rolls his eyes. "Then why didn't you move them?" His voice is tight as he asks, his hand rubbing down his face in exasperation. "I tried my lord but they were entirely unwilling." He's glaring at you again and you glare back. "Bite me," you sneer.

Megatrons eyes widen before he chuckles, the laughter racking his frame. "You have much fight little one," his eyes gleam with an unspoken affection and it takes you off guard. Your heart lurches in your chest as your lips part in surprise.

He seems to catch himself, his eyes becoming guarded once more. You want the affection in his gaze back, you crave it. You crave the gentle look in his eyes like you crave the warmth of his touch, a touch that you don't know, at least not the you that is curled up against the panel.

You'd been having dreams again, and it made your head hurt every time. Looking at him now is making your head hurt. You bite back the groan of pain and hold your head in your hands. Megatrons brows pinch in concern, his hand reaching up to you before retracting.

"Are you alright little human?" His voice holds barely bridled concern, trying to play it off as if he only cares that his begrudging pet is all alright. Your teeth clench and you fist your hair, your eyes snapping up to him. "No! I'm not alright! I'm cold, I'm hungry and I hate you!" You snap, finding the energy to stand and point at his form.

"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" You scream, tears welling in your eyes. You can't stop, every emotion you've been feeling spilled out right then and there. Megatron stalls, his eyes wide at your outburst.

He won't admit it, but your words are devastating to him. He's been deluding himself into thinking that you were his spark mate. His spark mate who would never have hated him, who loved and supported him throughout every hardship. He grits his teeth, hands clenching at his sides.