#notafraidofyou

The mechanic feels a little guilty for waking him from such a deep recharge; evident by the way he struggles a bit to online. A small shiver runs up her spine as she closes the garage door behind her. She's making a mental note to get him a few space heaters for his little shelter. Izzy waits until he's fixed her a little nest, hesitantly climbing into it and curling up once she'd made herself comfy. If anyone saw them, they'd probably laugh at how gentle the former warlord was being with her. " Yeah ... they happen a lot this time of year, " she admits after a second.

There’s more rumbling as Megatron runs his engine a little higher and opens his vents to try and better heat the enclosed space, waiting for Izabella to settle before he carefully draws the nest closer to his chest and the warmth of his spark.

“Skywarp has mentioned that the cold and the dark can cause depression in humans.” He curls an arm loosely around the nest, his one good eye only half-open and dimly lit. Years of being the mattress for dozens of hatchlings means he no longer thrashes awake with his battle protocols online; it’s safe, now, for him to hold her this close.

She’s offering him the adoption papers. “Sign next to Megatrons name please.”

He blinks in confusion the little creature because what? He squints at the papers.

It was a rare thing for a human to dare to approach him, let alone address him. Perhaps that is why the warlord failed to simply swat the little locust on sight. As it was, his optics narrowed with thinly veiled revulsion as he focused on the humans features, regarding her much as a human might behold a cockroach, or some other pointless vermin infesting Unicron's hibernating husk.

It was only once she had approached close enough to doom herself that a thin shred of recognition flashed within Megatron's processor. One insect might well look nigh identical to any other, but one tends to remember the gnat that dares harass its betters. Indeed, he recalls this human more vividly than he'd like.

“And just what am I supposed to do, hmm? See a medic or fight the disease on your own. Conquer it, and show that invasion just how pitiful it is, even compared to your own weak and organic immune systems.”

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After the Battle of Chicago, everyone had been laying low. Even those not part of such a battle. Autobots. Decepticons. Neutrals. He had picked up many a mech killed off from Guilty by Association simply for being made of alloy and spark than flesh and bone. And wherebetter to hide than scrap yards. 

Land and use a mag-booster, and you can create an instant mountain of junk to hide even the most battered shuttles for some recharge. Pit, land between two and activate it and you can be instantly swallowed by two heaps perfectly. He would just rest his optics. Just a couple of kliks.