Transformers Prime: Not Quite Fiction

Chapter Two: I warned her.

After a lot of running (I mean A LOT),Ivy and I finally made it to an area of the ship that was extremely familiar.

"This is it," I said in a whisper.

"Why are you whispering?" the girl asked me in a loud tone, and I stopped to think.

"I don't know," I answered a little louder than before, "I just felt safer."

Muffled, angry yelling suddenly came from the other side of the door. Ivy and I turned to face each other in sync, an excited smirk on her face and a nervous smile on mine.

What better time to visit the leader of the Decepticons while he's ticked off?

I hope you all can appreciate sarcasm.

"Don't get us killed," I warned my new companion as she approached the door, and it slid open with a whoosh. Two recognizable faceplates immediately jerked in our direction. Megatron (naturally) had Starscream suspended by his neck. The seeker had been struggling, but froze at the sound of the automatic door. His face was one of shock and confusion. The Decepticon leader, however, just looked surprised, and pretty pissed off. He released his grip on his second-in-command's neck.

"Organics?" sputtered the skinny, silver mech as his peds hit the floor. His optics suddenly looked dangerous and bloodthirsty, matching the warlord's initial expression

I screamed pathetically as us two humans leapt out of the path of a purple blast from a certain mech's fusion cannon.

"Dude!" I yelled as I regained my footing, "what the frag?"

Ivy didn't look upset at all as she found her feet again. She looked like she was having a bloody well time.

Crazy chick.

"Hi Gladiator Megatronous!" the brown-haired girl smirked as she shouted her greeting. I put my head in my hand as she earned a death-stare from the huge bot.

Now? She does that now?

"Great, now we're gonna have fun dying," I muttered sarcastically. I obviously had spoken with greater volume than I had intended, because Starscream raised one of his overly-large optic brows at me.

"It was sarcasm, duh. For a sarcastic 'Con, I though you would've understood," I retorted, and then felt sort of bad when I witnessed the scrawny bot's initial, almost dejected expression. Then it was replaced by hatred, then confusion.

"You, know us?" he stuttered again. His leader remained quiet, but I knew he was listening closely.

"How on earth-or wherever we are for that matter- would she," I jerked my thumb at Ivy,"have known Megsy was a gladiator previously titled Megatronous?"

"Do not call me 'Megsy', organic," Megatron practically spat the word 'organic' as if it had a foul taste, "or gladiator Megatronous. Those are not titles I wield any longer, and I will not tolerate such disrespect. Especially from two young organics."

"Sorry," I mumbled, not genuine about my apology. Ivy remained silent, but a cocky smirk was plastered on her lips.

That girl is going to get herself killed.

"Now, how did you get on my ship? Do not lie to me, or I will terminate you," red optics bored into us, and I stared back, not giving in to the fear that was rising up my throat. I couldn't get over how calm and casual my friend looked.

"I was gonna ask the same thing-" I began, but was cut off.

"Leah, let me answer this one! You're gonna get us killed with your sarcasm and attitude," she added the last part quietly, and I glared at her, pouting slightly as she spoke, "I was watching Transformers Prime on my computer, and BAM! I was just sorta.....here. Like I was sucked through ma computer screen! It was so weird. It happened to Leah here too, right?" Ivy blabbered, and MAN, did she speak fast. As a girl, I possess the same natural ability all girls do, so I understood it, but by simply viewing the Decepticon's expressions, I knew they had barely caught what she had said.