Inevitable (Megatron x FEM/OC)

Chapter 36 - Ineffable

Lockdown paced his private quarters, having just spoken to his queen.

Emerald optics narrowed sharply as he replayed the former decepticon's words over and over as if trying to decipher what wasn't there. Said seeker was being held in some lower chamber of the ship for later use. With his newly gathered information, he had no further use for him. He'd figure it out in due time.

A conjunx, though? The sheer thought was almost entirely improbable and not something he wanted to rationalize. Oh, and a potential alliance between the two factions? That was almost funny.

Cybertronians, such childish, directionless beings.

But, then why come to him? Why provide such fragile information? The logical side of the mech remained cautious and with his guard up, because it could possibly be a trap, a way to throw him off course, and create an opening.

That didn't quite sit right with him, though.

It wasn't as if sparkbonding was a hard concept to grasp, let alone bonding with another of an outside specie. It wasn't unheard of, but it most definitely was not common. Conjunxes were a thing of the past, a primitive, emotional way of living.

Putting it like that really didn't make him disbelieve Starscream's wild claims.

A scowl plagued his sleek, metal features. He'd asked for proof and proof he was provided. Watching the seeker squirm in panic was only an added bonus.

Pivoting on his heel, the bounty hunter stalked through ship, making his way to the communications room.

He'd not cared for the human femme, though, he did know she was a direct line to Megatron himself. The gears in his mind worked tirelessly.

Take the girl and he will show. Incapacitate the girl and he's pinned. She was far more trouble than she was worth, truly. An slimy organic and a Cybertronian? Disgusting.

Lockdown emerged into the communications room, greeted by the monitor wall as he approached swiftly.

The human forces would do well to know such a pivotal piece of information. Perhaps then they'd be of any use and not just a hindrance in his plans.

Humans, so unbecoming and faulty.

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Lauren had been rudely awoken by a harsh shove the next morning, courtesy of Barricade and his immaculate bedside manner. Nevertheless, she was up and well on her way back to the cathedral. The day waned on, not waiting for either of them.

Laying down in the cab, Barricade took the less inhabited streets and avoided traffic entirely. A steady breeze brushed at her skin from where the windows once were.

So much for her handy work. It was all for naught.

Fingers curled around the spine of the file in hand as she watched the passing sky. A tentative pull within her chest signaled their nearness and she could only pray that they'd get through the day without being shot at. That was the dream.

Lauren shifted in her spot again, uncomfortable with the way the leather seats were sticking to her skin.

"Would you quit your moving, fleshbag?" The cruiser growled over the radio.

"Oh grow up. I'm uncomfortable." She whined.

"That is not my problem. Stop."

"Whatever..." The brunette mumbled under her breath. He had no manners, none at all.

The remainder of the drive was kept in relative silence, save for when she dared to reach for the radio dial and the mech responded swiftly by folding the seats atop her, she'd squealed at that and he'd promptly complained.