Invisible String

Long Story Short

'What is wrong with me?' Megatron yelled at himself, rattling his mind for an answer. He had spent eons in existence, many of those years being the warlord of the Decepticons, and yet his spark melted at the sight of some human girl who he had just met. His memory of the first time he had saw her flashed in his mind. The portal that shot her into this world, the evil man who had attempted to use her as collateral damage to get Dorothy to come out of her hiding place in that damned warehouse of horrors. His hands would clench when he thought about that day too hard.

Megatron let out a sigh. He had hardly spoken a word to the small human and yet he was absolutely smitten with her. He couldn't explain the reason why without saying it was the fire he saw in her. The first words she had spoken after being thrown into an alien world were at his defense. This human, hanging upside down surrounded by deadly spiderbots, was more worried about him and his arm then her and her life. He knew he was in for it when he watched her mindlessly pick up Robbie and take him to a safe place after he and Twitch were attacked. He saw the fear in her eyes but yet she was still willing to put herself in between a child and a poison spitting robot. All of that bravery was shown hardly minutes into her arrival of this world.

His spark had never jumped for anyone his whole life. The prospect of "Sparkmates" was almost seen as a sparklings fairytale but Megatron remembered hearing stories of his kind finding their "one". He always assumed there was millennia of time shared between two bots before they knew, but now he wondered if it was as immediate as he felt it. He wondered if the small human felt it too. He suspected she didn't since she was frequently hiding her face from him and seemed to avoid him.

Dorothy had tried to tell him that she suspected (y/n) had a small crush on him, but Megatron was perplexed at the idea. A human? Liking him? Why? He had a hard enough time getting his own kind to trust him after the centuries of fighting (that he had started) and he was just supposed to believe a human, from another dimension at that, would find him likeable the first moment she saw him? Still, there was a small part of his spark that hoped that it was true.

He could see she was conflict avoidant. She obviously had questions, but she had never reached out. Dorothy said it was the way he had looked at her scars. Megatron was confused at this, since the only thing he thought when he saw the red marks was 'I should have been faster to escape'. If he had insisted on protecting her, she might not have been poisoned. The team was able to figure out that some of the spiderbots had small poison filled prickles. The poison was unknown, but Megatron spoke for the whole group when he said he was glad she was able to survive it.

Megatron hated the fact that he couldn't bring himself to talking to the human but had never tried to make her uncomfortable. Megatron didn't like pretending to avoid her but what else was he supposed to do? He couldn't just walk up to her and admit any feelings he had out of nowhere. His processor reeled at the thought. The worst part of all of this was he couldn't ask any of his peers for advice.

Optimus was no help when it came to matters of the spark, Arcee would just make fun of him, and Bumblebee was too close with her for him to be a trustworthy confidant. He knew Elita would keep his secret, but he knew the advice she would give him was not what he was looking for.

Still, there he was knocking on her berth rooms door. He looked around the small, compounded hallway. The G.H.O.S.T headquarters were unique in that everything was at a Cybertronians height while also having human sized control panels five feet from the ground. It was a testament to how far they had come in the last fifteen years.

The door swished open, breaking Megatron from his train of thought. Elita was looking at a datapad when the doors opened. She didn't look up or say anything, practically ignoring the mech.

"Elita, I need-" She cut him off.

"Advice about your feelings for that human that seemingly came out of nowhere? I know, Dorothy told me everything." Megatron could only assume he looked dumbfounded as Elita stepped out of the way, inviting him into the room.

"Dorothy told me you've been sulkier lately. Why don't you just go talk to her?" Her voice sounded bored as if she had been anticipating this conversation.

"I can't just go up to her and tell her how I feel. What if she-" Elita cut him off again.

"Feels the same way and likes you back? The horrors." She had set the datapad on a tabletop and rolled her optics at the excuse filled Mech. Megatron pinched the space between his optics and let out a sigh he had been holding for weeks.

"I am an infinity old alien with a past mean streak of millions of centuries. I have no idea what I'm feeling or why I'm feeling it. I've only heard stories of sparkmates. I don't know what I'm doing." He wasn't used to his dramatics, but he had a feeling that was the poet in him threatening to escape. A part of him he had thought had died when he was younger. He watched shock and confusion appear on Elita's faceplate. He had never been so open before about how he had felt. He simply hadn't felt at all. Or at least he tried to not feel.

"Wait you think she could be your sparkmate? I mean it's not impossible, but that's practically unheard of." Elita muttered.

"Do you know if there's been any other cases of one of us having an alien sparkmate?" Megatron felt a jolt of hope in his spark chamber. Elita lifted her hands to her face and looked like she was deep in her memory processer.

A beat passed before Elita spoke again.

"I only remember one other instance of something like this happening, but have you heard of the human play "Romeo and Juliet"?" Megatron's shoulders dropped. Elita let out an ex-vent as she studied the mech.

"What if she's into it?" She finally let out with a shrug.

"Excuse me?" For the first time in weeks Megatron's mind had gone quiet and void of any response.

"Megatron, you're joking. You have to be. You've spent weeks mulling over this. Countless days worrying about every little thing that has to do with that human, and you never once thought she might like you back?"

Of course he didn't. Why would she like him? He's been avoiding her in an attempt to hide his feelings because there was no world in which she could possibly harbor feelings for him. At least that's what he told himself to feel better about being a coward.

"You have some things to think about." Elita said as she led him to the door. It swished open and he was basically kicked out of her space. He mindlessly wondered to his own room. He could feel his spark going crazy in its chamber whenever he thought of the human.

The doors to his room opened and while Megatron stood there for longer than necessary, he realized for the first time how barren the walls were.