Invisible String

State Of Grace

The air whooshed past you as the tendrils of glowing reddish light whipped your body through the portal. You didn't have time to brace yourself as gravity weighed you down. It felt like the portal chewed you up, swirled you around a bit, decided you were too gross, and spat you out. Only you had no idea if it was sending you back to your world, or if it was sending you to the one you wanted. Anticipating a hard landing regardless, you only hoped your head wouldn't crack.

When you finally connected with a solid surface, you unintentionally let out a grunt from the force. Keeping your eyes closed, terrified to see the white walls of your old bedroom, you let out a groan. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt around the material under your knees. It was a plastic of some kind, hard and soft at the same time, almost exactly how Megatron's hand felt. You froze at the recognition. A voice called out your name, one that sounded like his too. Your heart felt like it was about to stop as your breath hitched in your throat. You couldn't be here, could you? Were you really just given back to the world you wanted? No, something had to be wrong. You'd open your eyes, and it would all fade away, the bare walls of your old apartment would great you, maybe even a pounding on your door from your landlord asking for his rent. But as the voice of Megatron called out again, you raised your face to the sound and slowly opened your eyes.

"I can't believe it." He whispered. You knew it couldn't be a trick of the light, but a part of you was worried he was a vivid vision of your imagination. You blinked a few times and when he didn't vanish from in front of you, the breath you had been holding exhaled out of you. Warm beads fell from your eyes, and you quickly tried to wipe them away but to no avail. Why you had been sent back to him, you didn't know, but you were grateful to whatever or whoever had thrown you back into the literal open palm of the only person who had ever consumed your mind entirely. You tried to move your legs to stand but it had only taken a few seconds for your knees to give out making you collapse into his grasp.

"I thought you were...gone for good." His low voice rumbled out. You held back more tears as you looked up at his face, seeing a mix of confusion, relief, and worry evident in his features.

"I thought I was too." Your voice cracked and throat burned as you spoke. He didn't respond verbally, bringing his other hand up and helping you wipe away the tears that remained on your face. It was gentle and if he had done it before you had seen everything, it would have sent you into a spiral of second guessing yourself. But you had seen it all. You knew everything. You knew how he felt. You knew he felt more than just platonic feelings for you. You knew he cared about you, and about how you felt.

Another breath left you as you leaned into his touch. A part of you not wanting to move a single muscle in fear he would pull away. You heard the whooshing sound of his vents as you met his eyes. You felt your face heat up at the sound. You knew what it meant now. That it was a confirmation of his attraction to you. You thought back to the previous times you had heard it and was again hit with another realization that he was so obvious, but you were basically blind to how he felt this whole time.

It had to be the soulmate connection you told yourself in your mind. You didn't find yourself charming, and no matter how many times you tried to convince yourself that he would've liked you without it, a seed of doubt was planted in your mind. Would he have liked you? Was his attraction to you simply one of predetermined destiny? Was it just some bond that was made when the universe was created? Is that was made him tolerate you? Or was it some invisible charm you had, one you couldn't see or convince yourself existed that kept him around? The thought left your mind quicker than it manifested and instead you focused on his face and how close it was to your own.

Close enough in fact, that if you leaned forward and reached out, your fingertips would be able to graze the bumps of soft metal that was his lips. A flash of the memories played in your mind and made you blush. An uncomfortable heat covered your face. You wanted to fan yourself to cool off but then he would know. He probably already did, and you did long for anything that would confirm how he felt to you so you turned your head and reached out.