Inevitable (Megatron x FEM/OC)

Chapter 46 - Tristful

AN: Sorry for the late chapter, California is burning down and I'm VERY close to the fires, so I've been a bit busy with that. Also, happy new year! Here's to hoping 2025 isn't such a shit show! 

Days moved in quick tandem after the previous with each day to follow spent at the sight of the ship. Though, Lauren wasn't entirely absent from the rest of the decepticons.

With each raunchy quip from Nitrozeus, bark from Barricade, grumbles from Blackout, and fleeting glances from Megatron, she felt her strength return slowly, but surely. Her conjunx bled new life into her and she basked in the rejuvenation, her lingering pains be damned.

With the rising of the sun came a new day and more work to be done. Diligent as ever, she was all while the radio droned on in the background, fueling her vigor.

"All of the astronauts. Champagne in plastic cups. Waiting for the big hero to show."

An occasional exchange with Onslaught and some proper guidance in the right direction led her to soldering small clusters of wires that just so happened to be human sized. Ever thankful she was for the array of tools recovered from the carnage.

The steadily dropping temperature offered some reprieve as she broke a sweat.

Shockwave steered clear of her and she couldn't find it in her to care too much, but that didn't stop her from glimpsing his occasional glances. Curiosity, the brunette boiled it down to. No matter, he stayed in his lane and she'd stay in her's.

"Outside the door, he stands. His head in his hands and his heart in his throat."

Each day passed in good routine, something she hadn't realized just how badly she missed up until that point. It was easy to grow comfortable in repetition.

"What can he tell 'em now? Sorry, I let you down? Sorry, it wasn't quite the truth."

The sun would set soon there after and she'd relish in the vivid array of colors the sky would erupt into. Beautiful warm orange hues clashed with purples as gentle breezes would make their rounds, cooling all the sun scorched.

"But don't get hung up on it. Just soldier on with it and good luck with shooting the moon."

Goosebumps and a shiver were her cue that that days work had concluded and Megatron, ever punctual, would scoop her up for what remained of the joor. Occasionally he'd make his way back to where the remainder of his men resided, but more often than not he would retire to the ship's command station, a gesture the young woman found she preferred and she knew he knew.

And just like that, the day would come to a close with her atop his, slumbering peacefully in his protective air only to awake at dusk and start a whole new day.

"Shooting the moon. Shooting the moon. The moo-oo-oon. Shooting the moon."

Among her time, Tessa and Cade dropped by for a long overdue visit. All smiles and warm hugs around. Lauren felt like a weight the size of Mars had been lifted from her shoulders seeing the father, daughter due not only in tact, but well and alive.

The teen in question delivered her apologies for the shabby haircut, stating that she "just couldn't bear" to see what would come of said tresses in the hospital if left unkempt. The thought was what mattered and Lauren quickly dismissed her sorrys'. Cade was the warmth every dad should harbor; bear hugs, scolding, and quick ruffles of hair that left most children irritated. And he delivered all those things and more, a plastic shopping bag stuffed haphazardly with clothes.

'Look about Tess's size, wasn't hard, but don't think you'll be winnin' any fashion shows with this stuff. My daughter could take a few hints.' He'd remarked, handing over the bag with a smile, his kid's protests went unheard.