The Journal of My Fangirlyness - More of the badfic sporking.

Chapter 2: Night With Megatron Oh, come on...

Conery pulled out some spare blankets out of the linen closet for Megatron’s “bed” or rather the couch. So *say* the couch, honestly! She kept shooting Megatron nervous glances as she spotted him. He was walking around the house without the limp. Turned out his ankle was only weak from lack of use Well, that's a stupid reason if I ever saw one. and after an hour it was as good as new. She felt a hand on her shoulder and stiffened in fear and a strange tremor went through her body. Then she had an epileptic fit and the readers rejoiced.

“Need help?” He asked, taking the blankets from her. OMG, she has God staying at her house?

“Um, thanks.” She murmured. “Are you getting hungry?” She asked. Strangely enough he hadn’t told her to call him “Master” or “My Liege” as she thought he would. Because keeping him in character is just too hard for the badthor.

“A little.” Megatron replied. “I see since I’m no longer a robot I have to consume food daily.”*rolls eyes* You had to have fuel anyway, duh.  He looked down at her and grinned, sending strange - To the oblivious Sue, anyway - shivers running along her spine.

Conery side-stepped him and walked to the kitchen. A quick check in the fridge and cupboards showed that she had two chicken breasts Does a 16-year-old girl really eat a whole chicken breast by herself? Also, forgot to mention before, but wtf, why is the supposedly ancient robot warlord a 17-year-old human? Besides the badthor's probably excuse of "because that way I can have my super special sparkly romance and he's not a pedo"? and enough lettuce to make a salad plus a few extra toppings. She set to work getting supper ready for her and her “guest”. Enough with the "quotes." She was in the middle of flipping the chicken over when Megatron appeared over her shoulder.

“Smells good.” He commented.

He hovered over her and she could feel his chest pressed against her back. He exhaled softly on her head and she felt her knees beginning to shake. She shifted her weight from one foot to another as she forced herself to calm down before she lost her self control did something really stupid.Missing words, you has them.

“Plates are in the cupboard there if you want them.” She replied nervously. Usually I might be slightly sympathetic if A) Megs was IN CHARACTER, B) I believed she could be scared, and C) I didn't know everything that would happen because it was so OBVIOUS.

“Dinner for two.” Megatron stated softly and pointlessly as he brushed his arm against her back as he turned.

Conery tried to hide her face as it turned a dark shade of red from him comment. Me Latte thought him was Megatron. She glanced down at the back of her shirt, afraid that he had stuck something to it. Like WHAT? When she was sure that there wasn’t anything stuck to her she turned back to the stove. He was attractive, ok drop-dead gorgeous You can't be "okay drop-dead gorgeous." You either look okay, or you look gorgeous. , but that didn’t mean that she liked him. Of COURSE not...e_eHe terrified her and she had a feeling that he knew that and was using it to his advantage. Stupid Decepticon leader with his hot human features and his colder than ice attitude. Leave it up to her to fall for the tough guys. -_- Really? Seriously?

She turned off the stove and moved the frying pan to another cooler element. Titanium's such a hot element, iron's much better to cook on. She almost hit herself as she remembered that she needed the plates that she had just sent Megatron away with.

“Could you bring the plates back here?” She called as she ran a hand through her flaming hair. "AHHHH MY HAND IT'S BURNED OH MY GOD MY HAIR'S ON FIRE!!!"

Megatron reappeared He has Skywarp's teleporter now? with the plates and handed them to her. She placed the chicken on the plates and handed him one. They were both the same size so he couldn’t accuse her of keeping the bigger piece to herself. Again, wtf. He took the plate and headed into the dining room. She followed behind him, forcing herself to stare at the back of his head and not let her eyes stray farther down his body. It stung that she noticed that his butt was nicely shaped. His butt was his head. When she entered the dining room she was greeted by the most dazzling and shocking sight she had ever seen. Lightning in the dining room that killed them both?

He had somehow found her parents best cutlery and had placed them out in the most formal setting imaginable. There were two candles sending off a soft homey glow around the table. The places with the cutlery were placed right beside each other. I liked mine better. Also, why the hell would he do that? She felt her face burn from embarrassment as she walked over to the table beside him.

“Why did you set the table like that?” She demanded.

“I thought human females found this sort of pleasing.” Because God knows he likes to please human females with pretty and romantic candlelit dinners. Everyone knows he just *says* they're disgusting fleshlings that should all die. Megatron replied as he sat down.

“Yah, if we’re dating the guy!” Conery stated. AGH. NO.

She sat down beside him as he laughed. It sent a shiver up her spine as she listened to the cold, maniacal laugh flow out of Megatron and she was shocked when she realized that she was enjoying the sound. She's attracted to crazy people. When he finished they ate in silence for a while, after she showed him how to use his knife and fork. Stab things with pointy ends. Chop things with side. There you go, that's how you use utensils. When they finished Megatron leant over and kissed her cheek. BECAUSE HE CAN. Conery froze and glanced at him. His icy blue eyes were sparkling and she felt herself drawn deep into them. It took everything she had in her will power to break the connection.

“Diner was excellent Conery, my dear.” He was so tender and delicious. He stated. Stated? That's the best you can do? Come ON. I can think of better stuff, and I'm terrible at writing him!

Conery felt herself blush up as he pulled away. She stood up quickly and gathered up the plates and cutlery before she vanished back into the kitchen. She has Skywarp's teleporter too, apparently. She placed the dishes in the sink and tried to bring her breathing rate down. She rubbed her temples and sighed.

“Conery, you’re fine. He’s just playing mind games with you.” She stated. She felt a hand on her shoulder and stiffened fearfully. Megatron chuckled as he dug his fingers into her shoulder. Because it's so smart to injure the girl who's taking care of you when the Sue is so obviously going to drag you into cheesy, badly written love.

“Conery, my dear, I think that we should arrange a time for us to find more suitable attire for me.” He stated. Because every evil robot-turned-human warlord wants to look his best.

“The mall is open tomorrow. We’ll go then.” She stated.

“That will do.” He stated as he released the hold on her shoulder.

Conery screamed in her head as she set to work washing the minimal amount of dishes. "Let's see, the plates can just be wiped off, and so can the glasses and the knives..." She let the hot water burn her skin just to feel something make sure she wasn’t dreaming this, although she would have preferred it because it was slowly becoming the worst nightmare that she had ever had. Just wait until the Twu Wuv shows up. She dried the last of the dishes and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand out of habit. what? She sighed as she walked out into the living room.

Megatron looked up at her from the couch and frowned. “You look worried.” He stated. You know, I'm not sure she used "said" *once* this chapter yet...*scrolls back up to check* nope.

“Well no duh! I’m stuck in the same house as a psychopath!” Yes. That's it. Let's insult the guy who can kick your aft, rape you, and kill you if he wanted to. She screamed. She blinked a couple of times before she slammed her hands over her mouth. "STUPID MOUTH! Stop blurting out crap that'll be forgotten ten seconds later!"

Megatron looked at her for a moment and laughed. “My dear little Conery. ARGH! Enough with the terms of endearment! It's Megs, he would NOT do that! You are such a curious little thing. I thought that you wanted to help me.” He chuckled.

Conery felt herself redden again. “I did, until I found out that you were the former Decepticon leader.” She stated. And yet she still cooked him a fancy dinner and helped bandage him up.

Megatron stood up and walked calmly over to her. She backed up until she had somehow managed to pin herself against the wall. She closed her eyes and turned away from Megatron. She felt a hand on her bottom jaw and she tried to fight against him as he pulled her head up. She felt his forehead pressed against hers and tried to fight back the whimper that was working its way up her throat. Yeesh. Enough. I can see where this badthor wants this to go, and do. not. want.

“Open your eyes Conery.”Commas. Learn them. Use them. Love them.  He stated softly.

Conery opened her eye a tiny bit and was met by one of Megatron’s icy blue ones. She felt her eyes open the rest of the way without her even realizing it. His eyes bore into hers and she felt herself lose herself in them. It felt like she was trapped in the glacial lakes in Alaska and she was slowly drowning and she couldn’t fight back and make it back to the surface. If only... She heard Megatron laugh and felt his finger trace her throat.

“See? Is it so hard to listen to a simple order?” He asked.

Conery couldn’t answer. Instead all that she managed was a slight gagging noise. Oh my god, my feelings towards this fic summed up *so handily*! The badthor must be psychic! Megatron brushed the back of his hand against her cheek as he let out a cruel laugh.

“You females are so easy to render helpless. All I have to do is stand in front of you and you can’t answer a simple question.” He stated. “Amazing how very much you’re like Thunderblast.”

Conery felt her blood boil in her veins for being compared to the Decepticon floozy. Her constant flirting with every mech that passed by made her feel sick. She jerked her head out of Megatron’s hand and brought her face within an inch of Megatron’s. “I am nothing like Thunderblast.” She snarled. Of course not. You're *so* much better, you're Mary Sue!

Megatron smiled. “I know that. Thunderblast is easier to render helpless.” He stated. Innuendo, innuendo, innuendo~

Conery felt herself grow more and more agitated. She tried to shove past Megatron but he easily held her against the wall. She glared up at him and wanted nothing more than to break that smug look on his face and turn it into a broken expression of fear. *rolls eyes* Wonderful, we got a Faux Tough Independent Feminist Sue.  He moved back and walked over to the couch.

“You are a female and are influenced by your emotions.” He stated as he glanced over at her.

“And you are a male who think that your emotions are a waste of time and they shouldn’t even exist.” No prizes for guessing what this badthor knows about males. She snapped back.

“Emotions need to be controlled. You appear to have very little control over your emotions.” He replied calmly.

Conery growled as she walked over to him and purposely kicked his legs as she walked by. He let out an enraged grunt lol. that's all. as she headed upstairs to change and go to bed. She slid into her room and slammed the door shut. She pulled her pajamas on and headed to the bathroom to take care of her hygiene before she went to bed.

She was brushing her teeth and had just spat out the excess toothpaste into the sink. When she brought her head back up she almost screamed. Megatron was standing right behind her and looked beyond angry. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back to look into his eyes. Of course he would wait till she's in pajamas and "taking care of her hygiene" to come and smack her around for that. They're both idiots.

“If you EVER do that again I will beat you into submission, A comma! Yay! that is if I can stop at just that.” He snarled.

Conery could only choke as she struggled to get her head back out of Megatron’s grasp. He released her and she tumbled backwards into him. lawl, physics fail. She gathered her feet underneath her and pushed herself away from him and back towards the sink. She leant over the sink and gasped for breath as he turned and walked away. The sound of his fading footsteps reassured her that she was safe. She gargled some water quickly and headed back to her room.

She flopped down on her bed and curled up into a ball underneath the covers. Notice how she doesn't lock the door. Is she asking for it or what? She shivered as she remembered the infuriated look in Megatron’s eyes when he had pulled her backwards like that. She felt a few tears slide down her face as the fear kicked in. She must have been a complete idiot to have even contemplated helping him. No, sweetheart, you're a complete idiot, period. She should have just left him in the forest to be found by some wild animal. She fell asleep crying, and drowned on her own tears. unaware that Megatron was standing at her door. He blinked a couple of times in confusion before he shook his head. He would never understand girls. I know I've said this before, but...ARGH!

Start Dream (Ell. Oh. Effing. Ell. - Latte)

Conery was standing in a large room. The walls seemed to stretch away from her, determined to keep her stuck in the middle of the room and not reach the door. She shook her head and began to walk towards the door. Something inside her told her that she had to get out of the room and fast. She heard a soft, raspy laugh sound somewhere above her and she spun around. Her eyes couldn’t find anything out of place in the almost barren room. The only thing other than herself present was a really high table not far from where she was. She shrugged and turned back towards the door and began walking towards it again. Walk, don't run, kids!

“You are quite determined aren’t you?” A soft, raspy voice asked.

Conery yelped as she spun around. Her eyes widened in horror and a scream left her mouth before she could slam it shut. A huge Transformer towered over top of her and laughed at her as it heard her scream.

“That is music to my audio receptors.” The Transformer laughed. “The sound of a fleshling screaming before I take what I want from them, it’s like candy to me.” ...does Screamer like white chocolate, milk chocolate, or dark chocolate?

Conery stared up at the mech and shuddered. She could see a pair of wings stretching out beside him and he had a pair of purple optics. She knew who it was in an instant. She was trapped in a room with the biggest traitor in Transformer history, Starscream.

“Starscream.” She breathed. Yes, we had gathered that.

He smiled cruelly. “Ah so you know who I am. Good, that will make my job so much more enjoyable.” wth. He chuckled.

Conery didn’t have a chance to respond before Starscream had her clamped between his hands. She screamed out of shock So if the horrible evil robot had told her he would pick her up, she wouldn't scream? as she felt him walk in the direction that the high table was in. She felt his hands part and she crashed onto the table. She grunted as she tried to get up, only to have Starscream pin her back to the table.

“Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast my dear. I have a little surprise for you before you try to take off on me.” He growled. “I have often wondered if a human could even handle carrying so much as sparkling. Now to put my curiosity to rest.” This is horribly, horribly awkward. How old is this badthor?

Conery screamed as she watched Starscream grabbed the bottom of her pant leg and easily ripped it off. BECAUSE HE CAN. Seriously, what was the point of that? He leant back and pushed his chest plate aside before he leant back over top of her. She twisted as she began to scream in desperation. She heard Starscream laughing just before a familiar voice started yelling at her.

“Conery! Wake up!” Megatron’s voice rang around her.

End Dream

Conery bolted up in her bed. She was panting hard and her covers were wrapped around her as if she had thrashed around like a mad man before she woke up. She felt a pair of arms wrapped around her shoulders and she stared up in surprise. She stared straight into Megatron’s worried blue eyes.*dies*

“You were screaming in your sleep.” He stated plainly.

Conery tilted her head slightly in confusion. “I was screaming? I didn’t think I made any noise when I slept.” She stated.

Megatron shook his head. “You wouldn’t know if you did because you were sleeping.” *dies deader* He stated.

Conery didn’t reply after that. She leant her head against Megatron’s chest and wrapped her hand around a fist-full of his undershirt. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the steady “ba-bumb” of his heart in his chest. He placed his hand against her head and sighed. Annnd she has officially forgotten him grabbing and threatening her.

“Well, this is a first for me. I have never tried to comfort anyone before.” He murmured.

Conery smiled as she looked up at him. “There is a first for everything, Megatron.” My brain broked. She said softly. ZOMG "said!"

Megatron let out a small grunt as he managed to push her farther back on her bed, lie down on her bed, and pull the comforter over top of him with jostling her around or moving her from her position. La de da, noooo implied sexual tension here, nope, none at all~ She knew that there was a thin blanket that separated her from him but she could still feel him pressed against her as he held her against him. No, really? She shivered slightly and he chuckled.

“Well this is rather….” He started to say.

“Awkward?” She offered.

“I was going to say interesting but that works too.” He laughed. *dies deadest*

She smiled to herself as she eased herself up slowly so that her face was level with his. He leant his head forward so that his horns slid onto either side of her head, encasing it between them and keeping her head in the one place. His arms slid down to her waist and he tightened his hold on her. Do not want, kthxbai. She stared up into his eyes and felt her breathing begin to slowly relax and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“What are you a hypnotist?” She giggled.

Megatron smiled. “No, you females are just easy to manipulate when I lock eyes with you.” He replied as his eyelids began to droop.

She smiled back. “You are so sexist.” How many non-related-by-blood males does this badthor know?

“Aren’t most men?” He asked. Shoot me now.

Conery rolled her eyes before she moved hers and Megatron’s head in a small shake. Gah. She heard him chuckle just as she dropped off to sleep.