A/N: Requested by @storyaboutHPÂ ! Hope ya like it! And as always, Megs gets the long chapters because he's that special alongside with OP XD Enjoy~
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"Oh my Primus, it's (Y/N)! Can I get a picture please?" a young mech said, jumping up and down. I smiled and nodded, letting the mech have his joy of snapping a memory with me.
You were a newcomer in the Pits, but your strength surpasses most of the bots and you've used that as your advantage. Quick-witted and agile, you managed to offline countless bots that foolishly challenged you. In the beginning, you were hesitant on using your strength as fame. But as time goes by, you've already paved a career with said gift and you're far from regretting it.
As such, you've garnered quite the admirers and fans, all in awe of you winning countless battle. Usually, the Pits are filled with mech warriors and mindless criminals, but you were different. You did this for a living...and the thrill of it. Though, the latter came much later and you had to deal with countless sleepless nights due to your feelings getting the best of you.
Your ever-growing fame also made you a target by other ruthless warrior, envy and jealous of your rankings. They tried to mock and falsely accused you in the Pits, but your strength doesn't lie and they would all end up dead or severely injured, rendering them useless for the rest of their measly lives.
You were also the one femme that caught the number one gladiator of Kaon, Megatronus. Initially, he wouldn't even bat an optic at your designation, assuming that you were just one of those all-talk-but-no-do type of bots. But as time prevailed, he realised you were more than meets the eye.
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Back in the present...
"And now for the moment we've all waited for! The killer femme that's been rising rapidly within the ranks! Will our Kaon champion finally meet somebot worthy of his challenge?! Will there be a new champion!? WELCOME...(Y/N)!!!!" The speaker announced and the crowds went wild. The long iron bars opened and you stepped out of the shadows, facing the silver gladiator by the name of Megatronus.
Megatronus gave you a glance, silently taking in your stance and calculating your moves. With a sigh, you raised your servo and sent the gladiator a lazy smile.
"Heya, silver guy! Ready to have your throne passed down to me?" I said, arching a little as I stretched. The mech before barked out a laugh and raised his pointer digits at me.
"Hardly unlikely. Shall we dance?"
"Oh, dance we shall."
And the fight began.
As quick as a lightning, I appeared before the mech, aiming for his helm. I have heard tales of this gruesome bot and didn't want to stay long to find out. I wanted to end this quick and clean so that I may go home to retire for the day. My double sword clashed with his and sparks flew out.
Megatronus gave me a smirk before pivoting out of the way, putting a tiny distance between the two of us. I backflipped and crouched to the ground, calculating his pressure points and weakness before striking again.
This time however, he was prepared. The champion gladiator blocked out all of my moves and threw me far away. The silver mech aimed his fusion cannon at me, charging it up. I smirked.
I've been waiting for that, you slagger.
Feigning a look of shock, I stood stock still until the very moment the blast came before dashing to a corner. Debris and dust danced in the air and I took that as my chance to take him down for good. With a sprint, I transformed my blades into a long spear and jabbed it down into his left shoulder, narrowly missing his vital cables.
Hissing in pain, Megatronus clawed my right hips, sending me flying a few meters away from him. He recovered from the pain quick and stalked up to me, ready to offline me. I stayed still, playing dead. With the sounds of his cannons warming up, I got up and pointed my own blasters at him, one to his neck and the other to his spark.
The both of us were unmoving, staring deep into each other's optics. Venting shakily, we both called out in the same time.
"Let's call this a tie."
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After the battle, I limped to the locker to retrieve a cube of Energon. I was wincing due to the injuries but it didn't stop me from smirking at the thought of being in a stalemate with the King of the Pits.
"(Y/N) ...was it?" A familiar voice called out. Turning around, I am faced with the very mech I was trying to kill earlier in the arena. With my signature smile, I greeted him back.
"Hello there, Mr. Champion. It's a shame I was unable to claim your place today. Perhaps in the future, I shall." I said, nodding slightly. Megatronus clasped his servos behind his back and strutted towards me.
"Hmm, I await the day of our glorious rematch. The name's Megatronus, but I believe we're way pass with formalities." He said, smirking as he leaned against the dull-coloured lockers.
"We did have a dance earlier, so yes, we are so way past all those pleasantries. What brings you to find me, Megatronus?" I asked, closing my lockers after retrieving everything I needed.
"I've come with only one intention in my processors; to ask for a servo of friendship. It's not every day a bot comes out in a stalemate with me, and I'm not even close to boasting." He said, waving his clawed servos.
Tilting my helm, I gave the mech a curious look before shifting into a smile. Coming close to the mech, I leaned against the locker beside him and raised my right servos towards him, offering him a cube of Energon.
"I believe a beautiful friendship is in blooming, yes?"
"Ah, I must agree with the statement, dear (Y/N)."
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Timeskip.
The war broke out, and the first few things on Megatron's mind besides offlining the Prime he trusted was to find you. He scoured every crevice of Kaon and the nearby cities, hoping to stumble across you. The silver warlord even had Shockwave and Soundwave on the lookout, hoping to find the one femme that had him in a tie during his days in the Pits.
"Curse this! Where have your slippery peds slithered off to, (Y/N)?" Megatron sighed loudly, sitting in his throne while drumming his fingers. Starscream came forth, peeking curiously at his master.
"L-Lord Megatron? What burdens you, my liege?" he tentatively asked, wings drooping. Megatron spared a glance at his current second-in-command and his strategic commander before huffing in reply.
"(Y/N) is no where to be found after the war broke out. I'm pulling all strings and connections yet she's missing!" Megatron said, raising his servos in the air with exasperation. Starscream dryly chuckled before turning serious, looking at his master with hesitancy but stern.
"Uhm... (Y/N)? The femme that made her name in the Pits? Was she not offlined a few months ago?" Starscream gulped as he saw the warlord's expressions turned grim.
"WHAT!?" He roared, standing up. Starscream cowered and fell onto his aft, trying to explain the situation.
"I-I'm not too s-sure either, Master! I-I heard from t-the rumors o-of her passings! P-Perhaps that's w-why she has never appeared a-after the w-war broke out?" he said, hoping to ease the gladiator's anger. Megatron sat back down and groaned, helm in his servos as he lamented for your loss.
"How is this possible...?" Megatron trailed off, not wanting to believe this news. But no matter how hard he tried to reassure himself, it all points down to the clear fact that you have been either assassinated or offlined, seeing that your shadows are nowhere to be found.
"Perhaps in another life, I would've asked for another dance again, dear (Y/N)."
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After the war on Cybertron took a turn for the worst and the planet was destroyed, Megatron continued his tyranny on Earth. He wanted to conquer this primitive organic planet in exchange of his failure of ruling Cybertron.
Currently, the warlord was bored to death.
He had not heard of the wretched Autobots for the last few solar cycles and it unnerved him to no end. The mech was looking out from the large window, servos clasped behind as usual as he peered down from the Nemesis.
His peaceful silence was cut off when Knockout and the team dashed in, calling out to their leader.
"My liege, our ship detected a source! It's a Cybertronian escape pod! Would you like to investigate?" Starscream shot up, snagging the sentence from Knockout's dermas before the Decepticon CMO could say it out.
"Are you a fragging idiot, Starscream? Yes, we are going to investigate the damn pod!" Knockout said, huffing at the seeker. The two Cons were about to continue their banter when Megatron spoke up, effectively shutting them up.
"Bring me to the place."
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Turns out the Cons were not the only ones who detected the signal. By the time they arrived, the Autobots had already went to investigate. Megatron roared and the fight between the two factions broke out on cue, blasters firing out and tearing the forest as the two leaders clashed.
"Megatron! Your days of tyranny ends here!" Optimus said, sending a kick to the warlord's face. Megatron ducked and punched the Prime's abdomen, knocking him off-balance.
"I'm far from done, Optimus. I'll make sure you'll have the front seat when I'm ruling Earth. After all, your helm will be my trophy as I parade it around!" Megatron roared, slamming his peds onto the Autobot leader's face before going after the pod.
"Decepticons! Retrieve the Pod with all cost!" Megatron said, unsheathing his blade. Vehicons went to work, extracting the whole casing and carrying it back to base.
"Oh, no you don't!" Bulkhead said, slamming his wrecking ball into the Vehicons, slowing down the process. Megatron growled and tackled the olive green mech, wanting to offline the idiotic mech who dare disturbs his plans.
"Master! We've got the pod!" Starscream said. Clicking his glossa, Megatron transformed and blasted off into his groundbridge, missing the shots from the Autobots.
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Back in base, the Vehicons placed the pod in front of their master.
"Open it." he demanded. With a few codes typed, Soundwave unlocked the stasis pod. Megatron waited for the steam to clear off before looking into it. His facial expressions faltered as he took a step back, bewildered.
It was (Y/N). Unharmed and peaceful asleep inside the pod.
"GET HER OUT FROM THERE AND MAKE SURE SHE COMES BACK ONLINE!" Megatron said, waving his sword at Knockout. The medic gulped and went to work, doing his very best to ensure the femme was still very much alive and working, or he's going to be torn apart by a certain warlord.
After a long, excruciating period of time waiting, Megatron bust into the medical bay, searching for the femme. A pair of familiar (e/c) optics stared back at him in a daze. You were still rebooting and recuperating from being in stasis after so long.
"(Y/N) ..." Megatron breathed out, slowly coming to your side. Your optics remained passive for a moment before a flicker of recognitions hits you and you shot up, smiling at the mech towering before you.
"H-Heya, silver guy..." you rasped, voice glitching a little after not using it for eons. Megatron chuckled and gave you a hug, shocking not only you but Knockout who was still very much in the same room. With a glare from his leader, the red Aston Martin bot ran out from the room, vowing to never share the detail or he'll lose his spark.
"Well, I missed you too." I said, patting the mech's back. He raised an optic ridge in amusent before changing it into confusion.
"W-What happened? I've tried to contact you after the war but you were no where to be found." He asked.
"I'm actually asking the same questions here. One minute I was preparing for my next battle, the next thing I knew was going dark and I'm awaken only to be...here?" I replied, still looking around. Turning back to the mech, I noticed he had grown wearier but still remained his flair and arrogance.
"Well, never mind how I came about. Care to bring me up to date?" I said, smirking at the mech. Megatron chuckled and nodded. Taking a stool, he sat down by my side and spilled everything.
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"...Now, our plan is to take over Earth." Wow, brutal honesty. I rolled my optics but nodding along, still paying attention and trying to absorb the information as much as possible.
"Well, I guess I'm glad that I was found by you! Who knows how would the ...Autobots react when they find out I came from the same Pits as you!" I said, grinning. Megatron nodded, slapping his servos on my back. His grip faltered when he noticed the scar he left onto my hips. Three jagged lines ran down from my right hips to the thigh.
"Oh yeah, a gift from someone special." I joked, winking at the mech. Megatron laughed, his gruff voice rumbled deep from his voicebox as he replied back with equal sarcasm.
"How funny, I too received a special souvenir to my shoulderplates from a certain (f/c) femme." he sassily said.
"Hmm, she must be an amazing femme to land a blow on ya, big guy."
"Please, refrain from tooting your own horns."
"Hmm...how about no?"
"You want another claw marks to make it even on both sides of your hips?"
"Sure, right after I make it even to your shoulders. Primus, I'm itching to just make it equal!"
"By the Primes, you're terrible annoying! I should have pondered a little longer before bringing you back online."
"Hah! You're stuck with me now, Megs." I laughed, jumping off the medical berth with renewed strength. Megatron offered a servo at me, casting an air of aloof as he spoke.
"Well, shall we have a word then?"
"Wait, are we not?"
"Damn it (Y/N), I'm trying to be serious here!" he hissed, huffing loudly.
"Sorry! I mean, we are having a conversation so er...haha?" I laughed, apologising to the flustered mech. Grunting, Megatron turned and faced me seriously, air of playfulness gone.
"I would like to offer you a place in our ranks. Join me in taking down the Autobots. Together, we'll create a new era; the era of Decepticons!" Megatron declared.
"Sure, so...what I'm suppose to do?" I said, leaning back on the berth as I agreed to the mech. Megatron did a double take, staring at me.
"What?"
"Just like that. No convincing needed?"
"Please, you're very convincing without even the need of physical push. Besides, I'm unfamiliar with the other side. Spending my days in the Pits and all, I'm good here, thanks." I said, waving the mech. Megatron clapped his servos together in delight.
"Glad to have you on board. Judging from our last fight, you were quite the observant femme. Should I suggest you to be our strategic commander, next to Starscream?" he said. I laughed, shaking my helm.
"Aww, pairing me with someone else? Well, my dear liege, if there's a spot for Critical Analysis and Defence Tactics, I'll take that instead."
"That's not the same with Strategic commander?"
"Meh, the name's much cooler. Besides, I analyse things and he lay out plans. I give advice and he bark orders. It's a little different." I said. Megatron hummed for a moment before grunting in approval.
"My Advisor then, same ranking with Starscream but personally speaking that traitorous bastard is of the lowest ranks due to his...attitude."
"Why keep him then?"
"He's a great tactician."
"And you're not? Soundwave's pretty good at it too."
"He's a seeker of Vos."
"Oh...great minds, but even greater egos." I muttered, shaking my helm.
"Well then, welcome aboard (Y/N)." Megatron said, formally shaking my servos. I smiled and pulled him in for another hug.
"I miss you, big guy. When will I ever get a real dance from the very gentleman before me?" I said, pouting a little. Megatron dropped the leader mask and lets out a genuine smile, sighing within my embrace before releasing me.
"I believe I'm ought to pay for that deal now, don't I? Lead the waltz then, dear (Y/N)."
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BONUS PART
(TAKES PLACE DURING THE BATTLE BETWEEN YOU AND MEGATRONUS)
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"Go Megatronus! I'm rooting for you!" Orion yelled, waving his servos excitedly while a certain medic grumbled in his seat.
"Orion, what in all of the Thirteen Prime's name are we doing here!?" Ratchet seethed, turning his helm away when Megatronus knocked you off. He saves bots; heal them. To watch a show where Cybertronians literally tear each other apart is really gruelsome and making his tanks churn in disgust.
"To support our friend, of course." Orion smiled, still focused on the show.
"Yeeaah, no. That's not it's supposed to go. And guess what?"
"What?"
"Who's gonna patch him up when he's done...if he's able to get out alive!?" Ratchet said, realising the femme battling with his...housemate was holding fairly well.
"Nah, he'll win. He's Megatronus after all!" Orion beamed.
"For Primus's sake, I am too old for this."
"Ratchet, you're still young. Besides, we'll get to hang out in the oil house later and you can go...wooing femmes with your catchy pick-up lines or whatnots." Orion said, waving the medic off.
"Fine, fine. The drinks are on you though."
"I got my credits in today so I don't mind, you'll get whatever you want."
"YES! NOW HURRY UP AND WIN MEGATRON!" Ratchet cheered, standing up to root for the gladiator, having a target in mind. Orion sighed in exasperation as he face-servoed.
"Oh my Primus, I'm regretting this already." Pax said, glancing at his fired-up friend.
"Shut up, Megatron's winning and I'm getting my high-grade."
"Yeah, yeah whatever. You still need to patch Megatronus up though."
"Don't care, he's not dying." Ratchet said confidently.
"Weren't you the one-"
"Ep! Ep! Ep! I'm a doctor, I know when's the big lugnut is gonna kick the bucket and it's not today!"
"...did you just make a pun on Megatronus's helm?"
"...Just watch the damn show, Orion."