#oppies

“I read somewhere online that- God how did it go again?” You try to unscramble your thoughts, desperately looking for this quote. You could hear Meg chuckling across from you. You smacked his arm, a stern look on your face. It doesn’t last long before you're laughing with him at your own actions.  

“I just know if I stumble through it, it won't sound as inspiring.” You mumble. Applause starts up in the bar as the first person exits the stage. You and Meg start clapping along with everyone.

“I’m sure you would inspire me either way.” Meg offers. You sigh, have you stopped smiling since he arrived? I don’t think so.

“Well, it was something about how art will always be unfinished until it is seen or experienced by someone.” You looked mindlessly into the crowd as you pulled the quote together the best you could. It definitely didn't flow as well as you remember it. When you looked back at Meg he was completely focused on you, a soft smile that undoubtedly caused your cheeks to warm.

“Very elegantly put.” You roll your eyes, waving off the compliment. You turn to the stage to hide your obvious blush.  

“If I find the actual quote I’ll text it to you.”

You both chat back and forth about anything and everything you could think of. Occasionally discussing a poem after it was read, but mostly hopping from topic to topic. One moment it was about your work, then hobby updates, and you even ended up somewhat planning the next get-together. What breaks you out of everything is the young man who introduces himself on the stage. You don’t remember the title of his work, only that it caught your attention. He doesn't say anything more and simply starts reading.  

“The whole body is a heart, The whole heart supplies the body, Never secure the truth with a lie, For lies corrupt the whole, Foundation should be solid and pure, Every truth from a liar is void, Here now lays ruins, the body aches, The heart is sore with its echoes. Never built what is true with lies, lies will rot the beauty”

Applause followed as the man did a short bow as he exited the stage. Once he steps off you pull yourself back to the present turning to your drink and giving it a quick spin.

“Now that one seemed to stick with you.” You look up at Meg, he didn’t look curious with a touch of concern.

“Anyone could relate to that. I’m sure everyone has a vendetta against lies. Broken trust and everything that comes with lying.” You smile at Meg, reaching forward and placing a hand on his arm leaning against the table. “I’m just glad to have people in my life I trust.”

Meg looked momentarily uncomfortable at your comment. It was definitely not what you expected as a reaction.

The rest of the night continued as normal, the night got louder and louder as the sun slowly dipped behind the surrounding buildings and the stars started sparkling in the sky. You step outside and are hit with a gust of cold air.

“That was a great night, I know we talked about doing a movie night next. I can text you a date once I figure out my schedule. I was thinking we could just do it at my apartment. I’ve got nearly every streaming service so I’m sure we can find something to watch.” You turn to Meg and he doesn't seem completely in the conversation. He seemed to be lost in thought.

“That sounds great. I’ll be looking forward to your message.” He stops short. It sounds like he was about to say more so you wait. That is until another gust of wind blows past you chilling you to the bone.

‘Well, I’ll talk to you later…” You shiver, turning toward the parking lot. A hand grabs your arm before you're able to take a step.

“I actually wanted to show you… something important.” He seemed hesitant, definitely nervous. Where did all his confidence go? “Unless you have somewhere you need to be, I completely understand that.” He adds quickly.

“No.” You respond. The only thing you really had going on was a hot shower and some warm blankets. Meg looks startled at your answer and a little disappointed.

“I meant ‘no’ as in I don’t have anything else going on tonight!” You add quickly.  “What do you want to show me?”

“It'll be easier to just explain it all in person.” He answers, taking a step in the other direction, holding out a hand to you. You grab his hand and move to walk closely next to him. Eventually, you end up clinging to his arm trying to hide from the wind.

You walk in silence for a bit, moving away from the social district. The buildings around you were getting bigger and there were fewer lights around. How long had we been walking in this direction?

“(Y/n)?”

“Hmmm?” You answer, continuing to look around the two of you. When was the last time you saw someone drive by?

“I know we’ve known each other for a short amount of time-” Meg starts.

“We are almost at a year, that's a pretty long time in my book!” You cut in, slightly offended. Meg freezes for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“Y-you’re right! I always seem to forget that time passes differently here.”

“I’m pretty sure time passes the same everywhere. Or are you referring to time zones?”

“What I was trying to get to, was that the time we’ve spent together has been… easy.” Meg looks down at you hugging his arm, still hiding from the wind as best you can. “You are an incredible individual.”

“I can’t take all that credit,” You hide your face with your hand, feeling the heat creep back into your cheeks, “being with you has been, freeing. I’m just able to be myself with you. You are insanely insightful, guess that's why you're a writer”

“I’m not just a writer, (Y/n). There are some parts of me I haven’t shared with you. I… never planned to share it with you. Until now”

“Wha-” Your cut off when Meg stops, causing you to stumble forward. You look around and don’t see anything. It was just a warehouse of some sort.

“(Y/n), I want to show you who I am. I don’t want our foundation to be built on a lie. Cause I have lied to you about a fundamental part of myself.” Meg slips his arm from you and steps back towards the metal garage door we stopped in front of. You don’t move, looking around your surroundings. There was no one anywhere, the street lights were the only real light and they were sparse on this street. 

“Meg, I’m not going to lie, I’m a little… scared right now.” You wanted to be honest. He was trying to be honest, but this was confusing you.

“You don’t have to be scared, (Y/n). Believe me, nothing can hurt you when I’m here. I want to deserve the trust you have in me.” He sounded desperate, pleading with you. He had opened the garage, holding it open above him. It was dark inside the building.

“Okay.” You didn’t know how else to respond. He sounded genuine, and you’ve never felt in danger around him. If anything you felt untouchable, completely safe. 

Meg led you inside the building shutting the gate behind you. It was completely dark one second then the next it was incredibly bright. You shield your eyes until they can adjust fully.  What you saw wasn’t anything you could have expected.

It looked incredibly futuristic. Insanely huge screens are set up on a catwalk Meg is leading you towards. A lot was going on in the room you didn’t understand, but what really caught your attention was what was in the center of the room. 

“Is that a fucking tank?!” You point, leaning against the rail of the catwalk. “Are you a spy or something? Why do you need screens that big? What's that-?”

“(Y/n), I will explain everything. Why don’t you take a seat.” You're at the top of the catwalk now, there's a small metal table with a single chair next to it. You take a seat, jittering slightly as you look around the room still.  This was a bit overwhelming. 

“(Y/n), this may be a bit hard to understand right away, but just let me finish and then you can ask me whatever you want.” He looked extremely nervous, especially when you turned your focus completely on him. 

“I promise Megs, you have the floor. I will not say anything until you're done.” 

“Thank you.” He stands there and just looks around the room. He must be figuring out what to explain first. You hope he starts with the tank. That is what you had the most questions about. 

“I’m… not human.” Your mouth hangs open, that was not what you expected to hear. You desperately wanted to say something, demand he explain himself, but you snap your jaw shut. You promised you would wait, and that's just what you would do. You watch as Meg relaxes instantly, he was definitely still nervous, but at least he didn’t look like he was bordering on a panic attack now. 

“I hail from the planet Cybertron. I was the leader of the Decepticons involved in an intergalactic war against the Autobots. The war is over now, for some bots anyway. I'm a member of the Autobots now too. I've been traveling on the ship the LostLight with-” He was starting to ramble, and the more he was saying the less you understood. You could feel your heart start to race and your head was starting to hurt as you desperately tried to keep up with what he was saying.  

“Megs…” You whisper. You didn’t want to cut him off, but you were completely lost. Meg stopped mid-rant. Your confusion and distress must be clear on your face cause he seemed to recollect his thoughts. 

“That’s not important right now. I need to start with the basics like my name. It's not Meg, my full name is Megatron.”

Megatron. I guess you weren’t wrong about his name being “foreign,” you just didn’t expect it to be alien-foreign. 

“And… this is not what I look like.” He gestures to himself. “This is not me.” At that moment he completely disappears. You shoot up from your seat and look around. 

“Megatron?” You tested the name. It suited him way more than ‘Meg.’ 

The sound of metal moving catches your attention and you watch as the tank changes and shifts into a giant robot. You stumble back until you hit the table staring up into his red eyes. 

“This is what I actually look like, (Y/n).” It was definitely his voice, but now it was everywhere around you. You never look away and reach blindly for the chair. Once you found it you sat back down. Did I drink more than I thought? Was I already home and this was some trippy dream? 

“(Y/n)-” You hold up your hand to stop him. 

“I’m just… processing… Megatron.” You look anywhere else but at him, “I’m just a bit overwhelmed right now.” 

“Understandable.”  There’s a long silence where no one moves or speaks. What finally breaks the silence is your heavy sigh. 

"So aliens are real?"

"Yes"

"And your and alien?"

"Yes"

"From Cyba..."

"Cybertron"

"Yes, there. And you're just, hanging out on Earth?"

"That's a bit of a long story." Megatron trails off.

"Good thing I don't have work tomorrow."

If you can image it, this was even longer than Ratchet’s one-shot. Let me know what you think, I am always down to interact. And my Asks are open.