Healed [Sequel to Burned](Transformers Prime)

Chapter One | Reunited

"Somebody make me feel alive,
And shatter me,"

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When he got to the planet, it didn't occur to Megatron that he had no idea where Dana might be. The warlord knew for certain where the old Autobot base had been, but not where they had relocated. He supposed, however, that Jasper would be the best place to start first. Because he lacked shielding, his life signature was being broadcasted to anyone who was listening. Hopefully, whoever found him was a friend, and not a foe.

Flying as fast as he could through the atmosphere, Megatron quickly found the destroyed remains of the city and of his former base of operations: Darkmount. Zipping over the destruction he transformed and landed with a loud boom, kicking up the sand that had settled there. Gazing at his fallen tower, he only felt a little sense of remorse for what could have been. It was a brief moment of victory torn from his servos, because the Autobots refused to give up Earth until their dying breaths.

They were much stronger, and more honorable, than he gave them credit for.

A Spacebridge opened up to his right, an unexpected surprise, and Megatron turned to see who was coming through, prepared to defend himself should they prove hostile. A smaller figure walked through the portal, Ratchet regarding him silently before he put a digit to his audio receptor.

"It's him. Let her through."

Megatron tore his gaze away from the medic as another figure exited the bridge, familiar green eyes gazing up at him as the bridge closed behind them. The silver streak in her hair had become a bright blue which matched Ratchet's optics to the hue. Silence permeated the old battleground that had become of her hometown as they took one another in.

Eventually, Megatron found the words he wanted to say, looking at Ratchet. "I suppose your prediction was right, doctor. We meet again."

"That's it?" Dana demanded from him. "You leave and then sixth months later decide to show up again and not apologize for it?"

"I was getting to that part," He replied, his outwardly appearance making it difficult to see him as gentle as he wanted to be perceived. Six months, and he had not tried to downgrade his armor, or get rid of it. Ratchet noticed suspicious claw marks around his shoulders and forearms, but the medic decided to question him later. "But I am not sure how to go about doing it in such a way that will satisfy you."

Dana crossed her arms. "Don't give me that excuse."

Ratchet found it fascinating, how easily she stood up to Megatron, who had increased in height and girth thanks to Unicron's tampering. He also found a bit of amusement, a tiny human, not even six feet tall, pitting herself against a thirty-two foot tall titan.

It also terrified him, because all Megatron had to do was take one step forward, and she would die instantly.

"As trivial as ever," Megatron glared at her, "I come to make things right, and you give me a fight every step of the way."

"Did you think I was going to let this be easy for you?" She snapped. "Because it sure wasn't easy for me. I help you, and you run away!"

"Is that not what you did to me?" He snarled, noticing Ratchet shift forward with a clenched servo out of the corner of his optic. If he so much as made a move to hurt Dana, the medic would do his best to pummel him to the ground.

His retort silenced her when she realized he was right, her cheeks flushed red with blood. Her shoulders slumped, indicating a sense of defeat, yet her arms remained crossed; it was a subconscious defensive posture.