Inevitable (Megatron x FEM/OC)

Chapter 47 - Tempt

Another day came and left Lauren in quick succession. The days were moving far too quick in her humble opinion.

Time flies when you're having fun. That was typically how the saying went, but 'fun' wasn't quite the word she'd use. Happy was a better fit. The brunette had been thoroughly enjoying the relative downtime since her discharge, her pain and injuries be damned.

Nothing would hinder her. Not the uncomfortable itchiness of her bandages, not the ache in her joints, and certainly not her God forsaken crutch.

She couldn't wait to rid herself of the damned thing. Throw it out and not think twice about it.

Currently, the younger woman resided in the abandoned building-turned-base with the rest of the decepticons, Megatron having stepped out in the wee hours of the morning before dusk. Though, Blackout remained a constant at her side, as vigilant as ever.

It was pleasant, knowing that someone would always have her back when push came to shove. It was his job, she knew that much and Barricade had made that fact well known, but she couldn't find it in herself to truly care weather the chopper took her side simply out of obligation or of his own volition. Despite what anyone may say, Lauren would like to consider Blackout her friend. A trusted companion.

Or rather, her 'guardian' because, apparently, her 'simplistic' and 'archaic' titles held no weight as reiterated by a certain someone thou shall not be named.

No matter.

As if said mech had read her very thoughts, Megatron emerged into the smaller building if the sooth of her chest was anything to go off of.

"Hot damn, he's back!" Nitrozeus quipped with a nod of acknowledgement toward his superior.

"Shut it." Barricade growled in right fashion. disdain ever evident and worn proudly upon his sleeve.

The bickering, teasing, growls and grumbles had become a sort of white noise to her in all the time she spent with the cons. A comforting (and loud) droning of constant speech and racket served to sooth her much too loud mind, ease away her anxieties, and make her feel at home.

Lauren stalled momentarily and the mechs settled into general conversation above her small form, mind mulling over that particular word.

Home.

Home.

Home...

She'd shoved down all the ugly, insecure thoughts as of late in concern to that little four lettered word. The syllables short and their weight entirely too heavy for her to carry, let alone think about, but think she did. Thought way too much.

The word echoed within her conscious, sneaking upon her at the most unexpected times to harshly anchor her back into the reality of the world around her, the situation she was in currently, and the situation that was soon to arise.

Home.

Sapphire eyes flicked toward Megatron quickly, finding his towering form with ease. He was home- no, they were her home; the decepticons as a whole. A unit.

A home she was soon to lose for good and in an instant, Lauren was once more angrily sat upon her porch, bills and collection notices crushed in her dirtied hands as she cried hopelessly. Only, this time, she truly was at a loss.

A house, a measly structure, could be replaced with relative ease. Rooms to be rebuilt, walls repainted, new furniture bought, but not this- not them.