Ok, here is another story since I'm kinda cut for ideas for the other stories. Oh and if anyone out there has a Deviantart account feel free to draw any of my character just tell me in the reviews that you did. Anyways ENJOY an REVIEW!

Chapter 1: Another in Need

16-year old Conery walked along the forest trail in behind her house. The sunlight drifting down between the treetops made the place seem like a mystical sanctuary to her, even if the path was used daily by tourists. She sighed as she pulled her fiery red hair out of a ponytail and let it fall to her waist in a long billowing sheet. She wished that something interesting would happen, outside of her parent's friends constantly turning up and training her, her cousin, and their parents' old friends' children in defense and weapon handling. She lifted her head and watched a small, red squirrel leap from branch to branch in the forest canopy. She laughed at the squirrel's antics.

A low moan caused her to falter. She looked towards the side of the trail and saw a heap of clothing. She approached cautiously, taking her sweater off incase there was something very small that was injured under the pile of clothing. When she was right beside the clothes, she realized that it was a person underneath it all. She grasped what she hoped was the person's shoulders and gently rolled them over so that she could see their face. She gasped in shock.

It was a young man, maybe about 17 years old. His eye lids were closed so she couldn't see the colour of his eyes but she did see that his eyebrows were a light silver colour and very thin. His nose was small and pointed. His mouth was open somewhat, wide enough for her to see that his eye teeth were pointed. He had a large hat covering his head. She pressed the back of her hand against his lower forehead, checking if he might have a fever.

The young man's hand shot up and grabbed her wrist. She gasped in shock, not at all expecting a response. His eye lids flickered open, revealing icy blue eyes. She stared at them in shock as they narrowed, hatred filling them like water in a bathtub. She tried to pull her hand away, but he wouldn't let go.

"Could you let go please? I was only trying to see if you had a fever from lying on the ground for God only knows how long." She stated.

The man looked at her and released her wrist. She rubbed it absentmindedly, thinking about how strong the man's grip was. She sighed as she helped the man into a sitting position then helped him stand up. He towered over her. He had to be at least 6' 8'', if not taller, greatly dwarfing her unusual height of 6'. She looked up at him and he looked down at her. She shifted a little, noting how he was favouring his right foot and had his hand on his side.

"Here, my house isn't far from here. I'll take you there and see how much damage there is." She said.

"If you were smart, girl, you would leave me alone." The man stated.

His voice was deep and rather dark, in a kind of foreboding way. It sent a creepy shiver up her spine but she ignored it. This man needed help, even if he didn't want it. He was probably a sexiest guy who thought that woman can't do anything, especially not help with his injury.

"You're hurt and need help, whether you want it or not." Conery stated plainly.

She grabbed the man's arm and pulled it across her shoulder without waiting for his consent. She knew that if she asked he wouldn't give her permission. She started walking back down the trail towards her house. She was surprised that the man wasn't fighting against her; instead he was walking with her. He was limping with every step of his right leg.

"If you're lucky it's only sprained." She commented.

He snorted, not really caring for her concern. "I don't need your pity." He snarled.

She tried not to let him see her wince. "It wasn't pity. It was a comment." She stated.

"I'm sure." He snapped.

"Ok, stop it. I'm trying to be nice and friendly and all you are doing is acting like a right spoiled little brat!" She snapped back.

"I didn't ask for your help." He snarled.

"Well guess what, I wasn't about to wait for your ego to deflate in order to help someone who really needed it." She retorted.

The man fell silent at that point, letting out an annoyed blast of air from his nose. Conery continued to walk, shifting a little. Feeling him pressed against her made her nervous. She could feel his abs through his baggy shirt and his large, hard muscles on his arms as it was draped across her shoulder. Even his chest felt hard and every time his leg brushed against hers, she could feel the tight muscles there too. He had to be a jock of some sort to have that much muscle tone.

"So, how many times did you go to the gym?" She asked in an attempt to sound friendly and break the stony silence that had developed.

"Never. Fighting strengthened my body." The man replied.

"So you're into boxing then?"

"No, more like what you call street fights and war." The man stated.

She frowned. She didn't like the sound of this. If he got into a fight with some gang members, they could turn on her for helping him. They would beat her up and leave her to die or they would try to use her for something really unpleasant. She tried not to shiver at the thought.

She saw the roof of her house through the opening in the trees. She wanted to speed up but she continued at their current pace so that the man didn't have to exert himself too much.

She opened the front door carefully and walked in, still half carrying the man. She sat him down on the couch and headed to the washroom to find the First Aid kit. When she came back she found the man staring around him and looking at everything in the room with a mild interest. His eyes lingered on her parents wedding picture and he frowned.

"Who are they?" He asked.

"My parents." She replied as she walked over to him.

"That doesn't help. I need names, girl." He stated, eyeing her coldly.

"My dad's name is Coby and my mom's name is Lori." Conery stated.

The man's eyes widened with surprise. He looked at the picture than back at her. He seemed to be examining any similarities between her and her parents.

"You have Coby's eyes. A rather startling shade of green." The man stated.

Conery shrugged, she got that a lot. She stepped closer to the young man, kneeling in front of him and placing the First Aid kit beside her. The man looked at her in confusion. She sighed; this was going to be trouble.

"Ok, I need you to take your shirt off so I can see if there are any bruising or broken bones." She said.

The man lifted an eye brow. He pulled his shirt off and placed it beside him. Conery was thankful that he had an undershirt on otherwise she might have gone gaga from staring at his muscles. She shook her head and sat down beside him. She began to gently poke his midsection looking for any injuries. He didn't wince until she prodded near his chest right over his heart, then he spun and grabbed her wrist and gave her a look. She smiled softly.

"There is something there that needs to be tended to." She said gently.

"No, I'm fine." He replied, pushing her hand away.

She moved quickly and pulled his shirt up over his head before he had time to react to see what was wrong. She saw a large round hole in his chest that had a small layer of skin growing over it. She frowned as she reached to press beside the hole when the young man grabbed her hand again. She looked up at him and saw that he was beyond enraged.

"I told you I was fine." He snarled.

"There is a hole in your chest and you're fine?" She asked sarcastically.

The young man sighed. He obviously wasn't fine but he was trying to be. Conery turned her head slightly and saw something tattooed in the middle of his chest that made her blood run cold. Tattooed there was a symbol that her parents and their friends had told her to fear. The Decepticon symbol, the sign of the evil Transformers. She backed away from him in fear, almost falling over the side of the couch. The young man looked at her.

"That is why I didn't want you to help me, girl. I had a feeling that you have been in contact with those Autobots, and by your reaction, I know that I am correct." He stated.

"Who are you? What do you want?" She whimpered.

"My name is Megatron and as to why I'm here I don't know." He replied.

"Megatron? NO! Not possible! You're supposed to be dead!" She screamed in fear.

Megatron moved forward slowly towards her. He placed a hand on her wrist, causing her to flinch under his touch. He sighed and pulled her back across the couch. She struggled against him, until he let go of her wrist and instead grabbed her shoulders.

"Listen to me girl, unless you do something stupid, I won't hurt you." Megatron said plainly.

Conery shivered as she slipped off the couch on to the ground to see how badly injured his ankle was. She pulled the leg on his pants up and touched his ankle gently. Megatron clamped his jaw down hard against the pain. Conery decided that it was sprained only and left to get an ice pack out of the freezer. When she returned she found that Megatron had pulled his shirt back on. She sighed as she came up beside him.

"Here put this on your ankle, it'll help with the swelling." She said, handing him the ice pack.

Megatron took the ice pack from her and swung his leg up onto the couch. He placed the ice pack on his ankle and let out a happy sigh. He looked over at Conery and gave her a rare smile.

"Thank you. Since I told you my name, it's only fair that you tell me yours." Megatron stated.

"My name is Conery." She replied, immediately regretting that she had told him her real name.

"Conery, my dear, I owe you. As strange as it sounds coming from me." Megatron stated.

Conery smiled nervously at Megatron. She wasn't sure she trusted him, even if he was relatively safer now that he was a human. Megatron sighed, pulling the hat off of his head. She gasped as she saw a pair of horns growing out of his forehead and curving up towards his hair. His hair was also a dark purple colour and flat against his head, even though it was slightly long.

"Your horns are going to attract attention if you leave here. Hang on a minute." She stated, darting to her room.

She returned a minute later with some hair gel. She sat down beside him again and pulled the lid off. She smiled at his confused face.

"Hold still." She stated. "This will only take a moment."

"And what are you doing exactly?" He asked with a hint of mistrust.

Conery smiled as she realized that she had the upper hand at the moment. "You'll see." She replied.

She scooped out some gel and started spiking his hair. After a couple of minutes she had spiked his entire head. She pulled back and put the lid back on the hair gel container. She looked over at him and smiled.

"That looks better. Now it looks like you're into the whole "punk" look." She laughed.

Megatron frowned and stood up. He limped over to the mirror that was in the first floor washroom. He smiled as he touched the spiked hair. It did make his horns look less conspicuous. He lifted his head and smiled.

"Nicely done Conery. I must admit that this isn't that bad a job." He stated as she walked up behind him.

"Now we just have to find some clothes that fit better." Conery stated.

Megatron looked at her and pulled the huge shirt off of him. He stood there in his undershirt and noted that Conery turned a light shade of red. He smiled, knowing that she thought that he was handsome and attractive. Not that she wasn't, but Megatron wasn't affected by her or attracted to her. Or so he thought.