Invisible String

Enchanted

You didn't know what happened. It was like a wall was torn down or a curtain was ripped off its rod, but there you were, giggling at a story Megatron was telling about the time he and one of the Autobot medics, Ratchet, got into a yelling match over the right way to pronounce "Garage". It was the first time you saw the flickers of genuine kindness in his eyes, and it sent you over the edge knowing it was unmistakably directed at you.

"I thought he was going to kill me. I don't think it helped that he didn't trust me at that point still." The bot was leaning on your building with his arms crossed over his chest in a relaxed position. There was a slight smirk on his face when he talked, and you ate up every word he said. You couldn't imagine that this was how your night would turn out. In fact, you woke up that morning assuming your night would end with your doors locked and windows closed.

Instead, you were sitting on your terrace drinking a cup of something hot as you made conversation long after the sun started to set. He asked about your childhood, and you told him what you could think of. You told him about childhood friends and what your favorite movies were like. In turn he told you about what his planet was like before the war. You listened to him talk intently about the world he had lived in. There was a slight sadness on his face when you asked him about his past. You didn't know much about the war, but you knew enough to know it was a sore spot for most bots. Especially the one in front of you.

As the conversation continued on, you felt your eyelids start to get heavy and before you knew it, you were fast asleep.

Megatron sat in silence as he watched you drift off into your dream world. His spark threatened to jump out of his chest as he reached over to grab the blanket that had slipped off your frame and re-covered you with it. He would have woken you up, but his nerves got the better of him. His mind was running wild as he watched over you. He would feel his spark jolt any time you moved in your sleep, worried you would wake up and start questioning why he was staring at you.

Even though he still felt his nerves on edge when he was around you, he did feel accomplished since he finally got you to open up to him. His mind wondered back to the last few weeks and how easy it would have been to connect with you if he had just let his walls down sooner. He found your laughter addicting and was glad to find how easy it was to make you laugh. He didn't know why he had been so reserved and scared to have a conversation with you. He knew deep down that things were going to be different now, but he was unsure if that was a bad thing or not.

He rested his helm on the side of your building, watching you breathe slowly. He was still fascinated by the functions of the human body, maybe more now then 30 years ago. He watched as your eyelashes laid gently on your cheeks and felt relief when your stirring calmed down every few minutes. If he could pause time, he would have. If he could stand there for eons, watching your chest rise and fall in even, steady rounds of breathing, he would have. A small part of his mind chastised him for coveting something he should not want or could not have, but the rest of him, uncharacteristically, told him things would work out the way they were supposed to. You would go home when they found a way to send you back, you would hopefully forget any of this even happened. He would relish in his memory of you for the rest of his life.

It was a bittersweet thought, to know he could never really have you, but to know he would never really forget you. Of course, they would need to actually find out how to send you home first. He dreaded the conversation whenever Prime would bring it up. He hated the idea of pushing you away or forcing you to leave if maybe he could convince you to stay.

The hopeful part of him fought with the realist side of him but all he could really do was watch over you as you slept. He knew worrying about hypotheticals that hadn't even happened yet was stupid of him. But he still hoped that even if it was short lived, he wanted more than anything for you to give him a chance. It was dumb and childish, he knew that. But he also knew he couldn't stay quiet much longer and knowing how he was, he was almost at the verge of flying you away to keep you all to himself. He figured this was the sparkmate connection he was feeling.