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Summary: Rodimus Prime gets more than just breakfast.

Author's Note: This story is set during the Post Movie episode Only Human.

Rating - R

Terrified Rodimus Prime ran, despite feeling exhausted, the shots ringing and echoing all around him. He knew one well placed shot would kill him instantly. Human bodies were so ... frail - a bad shot; he'd die slowly; a good shot would kill him instantly ... If he was lucky, a shot in one of his limbs would only slow him down, but then they would close in for the kill. A bullet ricocheted and almost hit him. Ohh ... too close... He wanted nothing more than to be a Transformer again, and to escape this madness. All easier said than done. Searing pain rip through Rodimus' shoulder and knew he had been hit. The bullet passed right through. He slipped down a rocky hill, tearing his clothes and grazing his rump. The wound would slow him down, and he doubted he'd get any sympathy from his attackers. And I thought Decepticons were bad.... he thought amazed, but fear kept him going. He could hear the humans shouting angrily, and more shots ringing. Rodimus shut his mind out to the cold Northern Hemisphere winter's morn. Although not yet cold enough to snow, it was definitely cold enough to be unpleasant. Up ahead, he saw a porch ... a house. "Gotta.... gotta get ... into house...." He gasped, hoping more than anything he would find help here.

He heard one of his pursuers yell in the background. "Let's try up by the pool!

A slender, clad in dressy pink attire, opened the door.

"Well .. aren't you a surprise... We don't often get prowlers around here ... Let alone good looking ones."

Much to Rodimus' relief Michelle motioned for him to enter the house. He staggered inside, clutching his shoulder. Michelle closed the door and waited outside for a few moments and confronted Rodimus' attackers.

"You seen a guy come this way?" one of them asked.

She simply shook her head and the men left. Michelle retreated into her abode, locking the door behind her.

Rodimus had collapsed onto the floor. "Circuits shorted..." he spluttered, forgetting for a moment that he was now flesh and blood. "The Matrix ...Need Matrix....ohhh..."

She helped him onto on the sofa and sat him down. "Now," she said, "let's get that shoulder of yours seen to. I'll fetch some med supplies."

She stood, disappeared around a corner, opened a cupboard, rummaged for a little while, then returned with a white metal box with the Universal medical symbol of two twined snakes. Michelle sat down, opened the box and took out an orange tube and a medi swab.

"You'd better take your shirt off so I can put some of this on."

Rodimus nodded and complied. He winced as he took the shirt and suit over his wounded shoulder.

"Good," Michelle said. "It hasn't bled badly."

"It sure as hell hurts," Rodimus said, using a phrase he'd heard on Earth.

"I bet it does." Michelle leaned closer to him. "This is going to make it hurt more," she said," but it will wipe off the blood and protect it from infection."

Rodimus nodded and braced himself. Michelle wiped the swab over the wound. Rodimus took in a sharp breath.

"Sorry," Michelle confessed. "But Drath owns all of the medical facilities around here."

Rodimus nodded as unscrewed the tube, and smeared the white cream on to the wound. Rodimus winced. The cream was cold at first, but warmed as Michelle rubbed it in. She then dug into the med kit, and placed a piece of gel mesh over the wound, then placed a silver bandage on top of it. The wound still felt sore, but a little better now and Rodimus was glad to have had it seen to and also grateful it was the only wound he had.

Michelle walked to the kitchen and brewed a cup of coffee.

Shortly after, she brought it to Rodimus.

"What's this?"

Michelle smiled. "It's called breakfast, dummy."

Rodimus took a sip and pulled a face. "It smells better than it tastes."

There was a pause.

"We've met before, haven't we?" Michelle said. "I recognise the look in your eyes," and then she clicked. "You're the Autobot leader!..."

Rodimus dropped the cup and immediately stood, the scalding liquid splashing his leg.

"For Heaven's sake, take it easy!" Michelle exclaimed.

Rodimus walked to the window. "Does Drath know I'm here?" He dreaded to ask.

"No. He's been totally occupied with business."

Rodimus sighed inwardly. "Can you get me into his house?"

"I'll help you in any way I can," she promised, despising Drath's cruelty to these unique beings.

Rodimus smiled at her.

"That bandage is water proof, Rodimus Prime," Michelle said. "It'll do you some good to have a shower and get out of these dirty clothes."

"Shower? Oh yeah.... You do that to keep clean. Some Transformers do bathe, but I've never done it before."

Michelle smiled. "Then it'll be a unique experience for you."

She stood, lead him to the bathroom and showed him how to operate the shower. "I'll be right outside if you need me."

Rodimus smiled. Michelle seemed so kind. What she was doing with a, what's that word they use ... dickhead like Drath, Rodimus couldn't understand.

"There's soap for washing your body and shampoo for washing your hair, but don't get it in your eyes. Do you know how to use-"

Rodimus smiled. "Yes, thanks to a million and one commercials repeated by Wreck-Gar ... Makes your hair shine like the moon..." he mimicked.

Michelle laughed and then left Rodimus to the shower.

The Autobot was glad his wound wasn't so sore anymore, and was glad to be out of his clothes, which he was embarrassed to admit were starting to smell more than just a bit.

"Don't worry, Rodimus," he told himself, "it's all part of being human..."

He turned on the shower, pressing the hot water button a little more than the cold. "Oww!" ... He regulated the temperature. "Yee! Too cold!" He tried again. "Ahh," he breathed ... "now this is nice." He stood there, the warm water gently pelting down on his body, then sat down for a while before he stood again, picked up the soap. He was surprised it felt so free and creamy against his skin, ... of course the cake of soap didn't float around the bathroom as Wreck-Gar had said ... Rodimus put it back in the soap holder, and allowed the water to wash off the lather. As he was washing his hair, Rodimus felt a little awkward, as though someone else was with him, but dismissed the thought she he washed the foam out of his hair, careful not to get any in his eyes. When it was all off he opened them.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

Rodimus gasped and turned around to find Michelle standing before him, unclothed.

"I needed a shower too," she said, stepping forward. "I hope you don't mind."

"Uhhh...erm...ah.."

"Good," she smiled. "Refreshing, isn't it?"

"Ahh, yes, It's certainly ... different..."

Michelle raised her hand and placed in on Rodimus' unhurt shoulder, then let it glide down his arm. Before Rodimus could react, Michelle stepped forward yet again and put both her hands on his shoulders, being careful not to hurt the injured one. She pressed her body to his, and let her hands slide down to his hips. Rodimus gasped at the unexpected pleasure her touch gave him. Michelle smiled as he took her hand gently, then put his other hand around her waist. She smiled and leant against him. Rodimus put his hand around her back, all the while, the warm water beating gently down on their naked bodies. Rodimus felt uncomfortable, but something about Michelle ... He looked into her eyes.

"What's the matter," Rodimus asked after a short while. "You look upset."

Michelle was grateful her tears were masked by the shower's water. "It's .. it's nothing... really."

Rodimus noted his fingers beginning to get wrinkled. "Please tell me this is normal."

Michelle laughed, such a sweet sound, thought the Autobot and grateful he had broken her sad train of thought. "Yes," she said. "Don't ask me why it happens, but it's a sure sign we've been in the water too long!"

Rodimus switched off the shower buttons. Michelle shook her head, water flying in all directions.

"Hey!" Rodimus smiled. "I thought you said we'd finished with the shower!"

She smiled. "Sorry - it's a habit."

Both of them stepped out of the cubicle.

"Stand here," Michelle said, and Rodimus obeyed her.

"Dry," she commanded to the wall unit, which with warm air dried them, hair and all in less than half a minute.

Now Rodimus shook his head, his thick hair being freed.

"I never knew a ... shower could be that ... pleasurable."

Michelle sighed. "Neither did I."

She picked up their clothes, and exited the bathroom.

She gave Rodimus a tie-dyed purple and green sarong which he wrapped around himself.

"Wait here," she said.

Michelle left the room, bundled the clothes in the cleaning processor, raced into her room, and grabbed the clothes and whatever else was on the floor and shoved them into whatever space she could find in the cupboard, drawers and threw the quilt cover over the bed and straightened it, dimmed the lights, then rummaged in her top drawer, becoming frustrated until she finally found what she was looking for and donned it.

"I'm in the bedroom," she said.

Rodimus followed her voice, thinking she may need help with something, entered the bedroom and almost gasped when he saw her, dressed in a see-through double layered white mesh night gown, with white satin trimmings, leaning in the other doorway.

Michelle smiled. "You like it? If not, I have another-"

"No ...no," Rodimus said, not wishing to offend her.

He could tell her self-esteem wasn't exactly a skyscraper and didn't want to hurt her feelings.

Michelle smiled. "Good..." She walked towards him. "I'm sorry for what Drath put you through."

"You're not responsible," Rodimus assured her.

"Thank you ... If there was a way to help your Autobot friends, I would, but only Drath and the one called Snake know how to operate the machine."

"It's all right. I'm sure my friends'll find a way to contact the Autobots and I'm sure everything'll be all right." Rodimus wasn't sure, but did his best to think positive. He followed Michelle over to the bed. She flung the quilt back halfway and invited Rodimus to join her.

This poor human, he thought she's so sad, and she needs love ...But I have the Autobots to consider, and ... He looked into Michelle's blue eyes and almost found himself drowning in her sadness. She slipped off her white night garment and threw it off the end of the bed, where the light mesh fluttered to the floor. She smiled at Rodimus' bewilderment, took his hand and threw the sarong off him and drew him toward her. She placed her rams around him, then looked at him and kissed him.

Rodimus returned the embrace and the kiss. Michelle let out a quiet sigh of pleasure and she and Rodimus sat down on the bed. Their hands began to explore. Michelle arched her neck backwards and let his hands wander over her body. At first he felt awkward. Female human bodies although similar to a Transformer's in shape, had other curves - most female Transformers didn't have breasts. There was no need for a robot to have mammary glands. Rodimus could sense Michelle needed someone, however, he didn't want to take advantage of her ... and he couldn't help thinking the Autobots needed him too, but he found he couldn't leave Michelle. She needed someone to save her - she needed him. Rodimus doubted Victor Drath treated his 'concubine' with any respect or love for that matter.

Michelle sighed gently as he touched her, part of her terrified that Victor would find out and crucify her ... both of them. He'd have Rodimus guts for dinner - literally. Michelle shuddered at the ramifications, but forced them out of her head.

Rodimus stopped massaging her for a moment. "Are you all right?" he asked gently and concerned.

"Yes," she lied. "That's nice," she said. "I like the way you touch me."

He still felt a little uncomfortable, but continued to massage her body.

Michelle smiled as she reached over onto her bedside compartment and opened a red heart shaped bottle. Rodimus read the label Shiamoon Aromatherapeutic Massage Oil - Love. Somehow he doubted a bottle of perfume oil, however pleasant smelling would end all Michelle's soul problems. Nevertheless she began to massage the smooth liquid into Rodimus' skin. He had to admit that it felt absolutely divine ... and he began to relax.

"That's good," Michelle smiled. "You were so tense."

Rodimus smiled and he closed his eyes and let her hands caress his body. After a while he began to feel a little selfish and took some of the red oil into his hand and began to massage the woman lying before him. She sighed as she felt his strong hands gently massage the oil into her neglected body. Michelle wanted to cry. Drath was never like this. When he wanted it, it was clothes off and bonk, bonk, bonk, and of course he'd always demand a hard and fast blow job. It made Michelle sick. She was only grateful he bought her fake orgasms. Drath was never so sensual, and love was unheard of. Sex with that man hurt so much - and it wasn't just physical. She loathed it. She'd rather give up all her expensive clothes, house, lifestyle and beauty to live on the streets - at least that way she'd be free. Michelle didn't want to think about how miserable he life was, and kissed Rodimus' cheek and then stroked her head against his, and began to trail her hand down his chest. He shivered slightly, but pleasantly at her warm, sensual touch.

Rodimus kissed her cheek and started to caress her hands, which he noted were trembling slightly. He smiled gently to ease her nervousness - he was nervous too. Michelle began to ease up and began to caress Rodimus' back. He smiled at her sensual touch as they lay down together. Rodimus carefully began to caress Michelle's chest and found fondling her chest soothing and quite enjoyable. He looked to see if she displayed any discomfort. At her sensual sigh, he began to caress her breasts. Michelle

gasped at the pleasurable sensation of having her bosoms fondled lightly as opposed to being squeezed like a cows' udders. Drath was so clumsy ... Rodimus was smooth and gentle. Michelle grabbed the naked Autobot leader and kissed him passionately, a kiss which he returned with equal vigour. Michelle threw all but one of the pillows from the bed as Rodimus pushed her down onto it. Her hands explored downward and lightly touched his penis with her fingertips. Rodimus shivered and gasped softly at her felt like touch. At first he'd been curious about his human genitalia ... it had been so awkward and alien to him, although he understood its purpose, though it still looked rather strange to him. He looked down at Michelle's dark triangular patch and noted her sex was different to his. She began to guide his hand down her body as she guided her own hand down his. She was still a little nervous, but she knew he wouldn't hurt her. It was also quite alien to her ... having someone who was nervous too ... She only hoped he didn't think she was a slut or whatever Transformers called sluts ... if there was such a thing in his world. His gentle kiss told her he was thinking nothing of the sort.

He softly combed his hand in and out of her velvety nether regions, to which she sighed an audible 'o...oohhh...' and he smiled. He was glad to make her happy and to give his love to her, even though deep down he knew it was wrong and they could both only be hurt at the end. He didn't want to listen to that little voice right now. He almost gasped himself when he felt Michelle's hand gently slither through his pubic hair, around his penis and under his testicles. Reproduction weren't all these things were good for, Rodimus thought - and who cared if it looked funny - this felt ... wonderful! Michelle smiled as she heard him sigh and whisper her name and rubbed her head against his. Rodimus felt his sex become stronger, puzzled for a moment, he looked down and was surprised to see the thing sticking out like a battering ram. Then he realised this is what was meant by an erection. Quite an interesting development, but when Michelle caressed his thick shaft, it felt, as the humans said 'right as rain.' Part of him wondered if Ultra Magnus and Springer were having such a great time - probably not. Magnus, Springer and Arcee, even though the latter two were betrothed, were probably were probably hard at work trying to return to their bodies and save Autobot City - as he should be doing, but he couldn't tear himself away from Michelle - she needed him right now.

Michelle lowered herself onto Rodimus' body. At first he wasn't sure of what to do, as he'd never interfaced in this way before, but his rod seemed to know exactly what to do and entered its target as though it were a smart missile. Michelle felt the Autobot Leader inside her an excited gasp emanated from her throat and she gripped him. With Drath is was never so ... well it was never like this ... She'd never felt this way with Drath - she'd felt more aroused inserting a tampon ... But with Rodimus... she finally realised how pleasurable sex could be ... Michelle felt like she was on top of Mount Everest, her arms out as if she was Queen of the World, Higher than Angels ... As he felt her sex encompass his long beam, he let out a most pleasurable moan. It was lodged deep within her caverns now, all but good. It seemed as though he'd never get it out - not, he mused, that he'd ever want to. Michelle had previously taken precautions, injecting herself with a hypo syringe, containing an anti-pregnancy agent. If she became pregnant, she knew sooner or later Drath would discover that it want his baby, and Michelle didn't want to bring a child into this world and she didn't consider herself reliable enough to bring up a child. She had failed to raise two goldfish. Michelle brought herself back into the present with her Saviour. Part of her hated herself for doing this to Rodimus, taking advantage of him like this, despite how much she needed an escape - someone to love her - someone for her to love in return. She hated her life. She knew she couldn't be with Rodimus forever - he'd have to go back to the Autobots ... Maybe if he stayed human, he'd want to stay with her. Maybe if she was a transformer she could be with him ... If she was a transformer she'd blow Victor Drath to kingdom Come! She wanted to help Rodimus, but the terrified part of her knew exactly what Drath would do to her if he found out she'd either live to regret the pain he'd bestow upon her, or she wouldn't - but at the very least all hell would break loose and then some - and Rodimus ... if Drath found out he'd been with her ... Michelle only hoped Rodimus was back to being a Transformer, should that ever happen. Michelle thought back to Bradley an employee of Drath ... He had raped her three years ago. Drath had murdered him - gruesomely. Michelle had no love for Bradley - the brute was almost as bad as Drath. Drath hadn't killed him to protect Michelle - he'd killed him for presuming he had the right to 'touch his property' as he'd referred to Michelle. If Michelle hasn't desperately convinced him she had nothing to do with Bradley's advancements, he might've killed her too. He bashed her until she begged him to stop, and he'd left her bawling on the floor, clothes in tatters.

Michelle gasped. Rodimus could tell it wasn't a pleasant gasp. He looked up and saw her in tears.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing ..." she lied. "...Thank you for ... for being with me ..."

He wiped the tears away and kissed her gently. "My pleasure," he said softly into her ear.

For now she revelled in having a gentle, caring man inside her and wished she'd never been mixed up with Drath and his bunch. As a child, no one seemed to care for her. Michelle had drowned herself in her expensive clothing, jewellery, make up and she flirted with many guys ... Which lead others to believe she was a slut ... But in truth she she'd always hoped someone would want her, for who she truly was - a lost soul desperate for a place to belong, but no one had ever truly loved her. Her wealthy parents never seemed to have time for her and so she'd run way from home before she finished school and had resorted to theft to make ends meet - and became quite good at it. She had intrigued Drath skilfully ripping of a $65 000 gold and diamond heart shaped linked bracelet from Tiffany's. She had been so cool and suave - besides Drath who's keen eye missed almost nothing ... no one had seen - not even the security cameras ... Someone that good he had to have. He left the store, pulled her into his black limmo and offered her a job. Michelle had been scared at first ... He seemed shifty ... but what he offered was too good to be true - a real paid job ... She would have a life at last - or so she thought. Drath had first employed her as a secretary, but he made it pretty sure that wasn't all he wanted her for. She'd been fifteen the first time he'd forced her to have sex with him. Technically what he'd done was against the law - practically raping a minor, but she had no one to turn to. She'd been shown a mutilated bloodied body of one of Drath's previous employees who had decided to pull out and was warned that would happen to her pretty little body if she ever left him. Michelle had been terrified of Drath ever since. He'd made her place clear. She was nothing but a puffed up concubine to speak only when necessary - there as a show pony. Money had never been a problem for Drath and he showered her in expensive clothes and trinkets - but it wasn't for love. He knew her self esteem was low and he bought things for her to further bind her to him. Her hatred for the man could not be expressed in words. She had often wanted to kill him, but had been too afraid ... The police? He owned them. His operation operated above the law - almost no one could touch them it seemed. Perhaps one day they'd get nailed by F.L.A.G... (Foundation for Law and Government).

Michelle gasped when she felt Rodimus caress her body. She had been so out of it. She allowed herself to relax her tension. Right now she couldn't care if Victor Drath himself barged in. She knew he'd kill her if he found out about this - or at the very least beat her senseless ... but part of her thought she'd be better off dead than living this way, but she didn't want the bitter thought of Drath in her mind right now.

Rodimus felt her vagina pulsate and it sent a sensual shiver through his body, as his toggle throbbed deep inside her. She gripped him again and gasped as she felt it too. Rodimus began to move to and fro gently thrusting. Michelle gasped again, and looked into Rodimus crystal-like eyes and kissed him furiously, her tongue reaching madly down his throat. Rodimus revelled in the unique sensation the humans called a 'French Kiss' and it wasn't long before his tongue twined with hers in a seductive dance. They both gasped for air and Rodimus began to thrust harder. Michelle squealed with pure delight as his thick shard rocketed deeper into her crevice. Rodimus roared as he felt himself come inside her. Some of the white spoof burst out like a balloon bomb. Michelle shrieked with delight at the exciting sensation, then gasped and screamed his name. Rodimus grinned at that. Michelle down and traversed his come from her abdomen to her throat, revelling in the erotic sensation. She felt as though his come was a protector and envisioned herself swimming in this white angelic liquid, needing no breathing apparatus. Rodimus came again, the sensation quite new to him, but exciting all the same. Michelle howled and arched and moved to and fro quite emphatically, to which Rodimus moaned dramatically

Michelle threw her head back and grabbed her throat as she yelped with delight. Michelle smiled part of her reminding herself she'd have to wash these sheets afterwards ... She pulled Rodimus closer to her and their bodies slammed into one and other, flesh upon naked flesh. Michelle squirmed beneath Rodimus, then with surprising strength, flipped him over and seemed to tower over him. She really enjoyed taking control - of course something Darth had and would never let her do. Michelle grinned madly, as she vigorously rocked herself back and forth on Rodimus' rock hard rod. The Autobot Leader gasped, then gripped her and pulled her to him. Sex with a human was so different than with a fellow Transformer, and Michelle ... she was different too. She never wanted Rodimus to come out of her and it felt as though his dick had expanded ten fold and had taken up permanent residence. She didn't want to think that this was the only time he'd be with her and that it wouldn't last forever. Their bodies slammed into one and other again, Rodimus glad that Michelle's shapely body wasn't as fragile as it looked. He passionately caressed her sides, his strong masculine hands dipping into the delicate curves of her slender waist. Michelle gasped with pleasure at his exquisite touch. He gently began to caress her flat stomach. She sighed as the nerves there tingled to life. Drath was never so sensual or gentle, but she'd rather be buggered with a red hot poker than think of that fucker now and she began to caress Rodimus in the same manner. He too sighed as he felt her long fingers snake around his broad hairless chest and as she began to caress his midsection, his stomach made a pleasant squelching sound, to which they both laughed.

"I think it likes that," Rodimus said with a smile.

"Good," Michelle purred, as she lay on top of him.

She closed her eyes, becoming tired. Rodimus smiled warmly and kissed her cheek gently as he held her in his arms. He knew just how fragile her soul was. He lay with her in silence, her gentle soft breathing making him smile and wanting more than anything find her eternal peace. Rodimus smiled and closed his eyes. He wasn't going to sleep, it was more tranquil and he didn't want to spoil the few moments they had left. He knew they'd have to part soon.

Just a few moments longer ...

Michelle lead Rodimus into Victor Drath's house and took him upstairs. "Victor's study," she said.

No sooner had the door closed behind them, Rodimus was set upon, and Michelle did nothing to help. Rodimus looked at her and with a shock, the Autobot leader realised she had betrayed him. Pain ripped through his body, but this time it wasn't physical. Rodimus tried to fight his attackers, but they held him fast, and his sore shoulder didn't help matters. Drath looked at him with contempt and for a moment Rodimus was terrified, that he had found out what had transpired between him and Michelle.

"Snake pointed out to me a problem with only eliminating the four of you," Drath said, "namely an entire city of Autobots who might be tempted to vengeance. I believe in solutions, not problems. You can watch the destruction of Metroplex before you die."

Rodimus stared at the man. And I thought Galvatron was an evil bastard... Though he was relieved Victor seemed to know nothing about he and Michelle's ... fling? Rodimus would like to think it went deeper than that. But that didn't change how Lousy he felt.

Through Victor's monitor, Rodimus watched Victor's people controlling the lifeless Autobot bodies, and something unexpected - he spotted Springer and Ultra Magnus take control of Springer's robot body. Drath did not look happy.

"Send the remaining Autobots onto their destination at once. Forget the rest of the crates. There's enough aboard the Autobots not to blast Metroplex to atoms."

Rodimus struggled violently against his captors, forgetting the pain in his shoulder and freed himself. He lunged for Victor Drath, kicking the communicator out of his hand. Snake quietly made for the door, hardly being noticed by anyone. Rodimus drew his clenched fist backwards.

"Go ahead," Drath sneered. "It won't save Autobot City.."

Rodimus punched the prick anyway.

Much to Rodimus' relief, Drath's plans were foiled and Metroplex was saved due to the quick thinking and heroic actions of Ultra Magnus and Springer. The human guards were quite apologetic to the human Arcee who gave then dirty looks, but then smiled and forgave them - it wasn't like this happened every day!

And as for "Snake," he was nowhere to be seen. The man had given Rodimus the creeps and the Autobot had a feeling he'd show up and strike again.

The four Autobots stood in the transfer pods.

"This should accomplish the reversal," Perceptor said.

"Go ahead, Perceptor," Rodimus said. "Do it."

"Energize."

Blaster flicked the switch, transferring the Autobots' consciousness' back into their robot bodies.

The Autobots walked out of the building and Rodimus watched Michelle, Drath and his thugs being taken away by the police. Michelle turned to look at him. Her gaze was sad and a tear rolled down her cheek. She didn't expect he'd ever forgive her and she didn't blame him - the only one who had ever really cared for her and she'd betrayed him. She felt like such a coward using him to protect her own pretty little ass. She threw the excuse 'but it's what you're used to ... betrayal comes naturally...' out into the dust. Rodimus seemed so innocent ... How could she have taken advantage of him like that? ... How could she have hurt him? ... She just wanted to die. She couldn't live with herself, let alone go back into Victor Drath's world. Crime, back-stabbing, expensive clothes and jewellery seemed to be the only world she knew. She envied the poor, even the homeless - they seemed to have a lot more freedom than her. Maybe in a future life things would work out better for her, but as for this one she was sick of it. Suicide? She thought ... Maybe she'd really go through with it this time. Maybe she would finally muster up the courage ... Maybe she could find a way to kill Drath ... But even if she did, Michelle still had no desire to live. She felt her arm tugged and was forced inside the car. At least the memory of how much Rodimus had cared for her would stay with her if she decided to live.

Rodimus felt angry with her for what she had done, but also wanted to forgive her. It was as if she wanted to be with him, but was terrified of what Drath would do to her. She was trapped in a vicious circle and didn't know how to free herself. Rodimus never thought it possible for him to hate a human, but he'd come damn close with Victor Drath. The Autobot leader wondered if he'd ever see Michelle again. Somehow he doubted it. He also hated himself. Ultra Magnus had always told him to stop comparing himself to Optimus Prime, but Optimus would never have done what he had and the red and orange Autobot wondered how could he could ever be a true Autobot Leader.

"Did you enjoy your sojourn Rodimus?"

Rodimus heard the words, but his mind was in another galaxy. "...Maybe a little too much, Perceptor..." He sounded sad. Either Perceptor did or didn't notice, but he said nothing to his leader.

Rodimus looked into the afternoon sky as a tear rolled down his cheek and he turned to leave with his friends, wondering if the sad, empty feeling inside him would ever go away.

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