"Sometimes mistakes can be amazing accidents."

Hana had ended up avoiding her painting spot for just over a week and a half.

This may have caused her to become rather antsy as she also ended up avoiding finishing off her painting.

"Hana, what's up?" Grace had asked her over their morning coffee at the Sanderson's cafe.

Hana glanced up from the classwork she was marking, "What do you mean?"

Grace motioned to Hana's shaking hands to which the artist/art teacher looked at for the first time, "Seriously," Hana muttered as she stopped the shaking.

"When was the last time you painted?" Grace asked, getting even more concerned.

Hana shrugged, "Dunno."

Grace frowned and placed her coffee down on the table, "Pocahontas Anna Smith," Hana winced at the use of her full name, "Why aren't you taking proper care of yourself?"

"I just didn't feel like it," Hana attempted to lie, only to get a glare from her friend, "Fine, I'll go this afternoon," she promised.

"You better," Grace scolded, "I'll be going around to your house after my last class to make sure."

Hana muttered a curse under her breath, "Alright, I get it."

"You better," Grace said, picking up her coffee again and taking another sip of it, "Or I'm calling your mother."

Hana paled instantly, "Please, please don't do that!" She panicked, "I promise that I'll go, just please don't call her!"

Grace raised an eyebrow at her friend's reaction, "Then you better go this afternoon."

"I will, I swear on my life."

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Hana sighed as she finished her painting. The piece of art showcased the forest in front of her, but it was missing that something that made it a masterpiece.

"What's wrong?" The holoform next to her asked.

"It doesn't quite look right," Hana sighed, placing her paintbrush down.

Sparks erupted on her skin as Megatron placed a hand on her shoulder as he peered at the painting, "It looks brilliant. It's an amazing piece of art, Hana."

The woman sighed, shaking her head, "It just doesn't look right," She muttered, Megatron's hand slipping off her shoulder as she stepped back slightly to gaze at both the forest and her painting.

The mech watched her as she criticized her own work, her face scrunching up with each thought that flew through her head.

The mech couldn't help but be amused with her antics. Despite the amazing art piece in front of her, she still found flaut in it. The way she nitpicked her artwork even though it was already perfect.

As her hands reached for her brush and paint as an idea lit up on her face, Megatron couldn't help but smile lightly as he watched her paint fresh paint on the slightly drier paint.

There was something about this human that made him feel, well, human.

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The days following the accident of him stumbling across the human femme, whilst being distracted by his fury of a certain silver traitorous seeker, had the warlord puzzled.

Before the human had laid eyes on him, she had always arrived at the clearing in the forest exactly around four-thirty pm in human's time.

It was one of the human weeks and a half before she came back.

Only this time she was more cautious of her surrounding as she set up her unfinished painting. The woman's hands were shaking furiously, at first he had thought that it was fear, until he watched as she picked up her painting brush and it had creased immediately.

The woman then, despite being so aware of her surroundings when she arrived, was soon lost in her painting.

Megatron decided then, that he wouldn't do anything to the human. It didn't look like she was going anywhere soon, or that she was going to tell any of the human governments that she had seen him. So it wouldn't do any harm just to continue watching her from a distance.

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It was about a month later did Megatron finally met with her.

Not as his cybertronian self, but, by a holoform that he had asked Soundwave to create for him(in private away from anyone else). The silent mech had found the situation amusing, after all he knew everything.

Despite that, he had willing followed the Warlords orders (request), and the Communications Officer didn't fail to replicate the same technology that the Autobots(and two-wheelers) used.

And while Megatron felt rather weak in the holoform, it allowed him to see from a human's point of view(not that he liked it).

The mech in holoform was currently watching the human paint from a fallen tree.

"Nice piece of work you got there," Megatron smirked as the woman jumped, a curse leaving her lips as she accidentally painted up her arm.

The woman turned to glare at him, "Why the hell would you just say that, and scare the living daylights out of anyone?"

Megatron smirk grew bigger, "Because maybe I find it entertaining," he replied easily.

The woman rolled her eyes at him, "Then you're an even bigger git than I thought," she muttered.

Megatron shrugged his holoform's shoulders, "You barely know me, how could you come to that conclusion?"

The woman looked hard at him for a few seconds, "Because I'm not stupid. I know you're the robot I saw five weeks ago."

Megatron had to admit that the woman was right, but how did she know?

"What makes you say that?" Megatron grinned at her.

"I'm not quite that oblivious," the human scowled at him, it was only then did the Warmonger see the hesitation and the fear in her eyes, "I've seen you, as a giant fricking robot, watching me paint for the last week or so."

Megatron didn't know what to say to that.

"And it's actually quite easy to spot a silver robot in a green forest," the woman shrugged, her eyes twinkling with amusement despite the wariness they held, "Maybe you should try make some cloaking technology for you if you're just going to walk around in daylight."

Megatron actually paused and considered that, "I see."

The woman shrugged, "It's just logic," she muttered under her breath.

A hand appeared in front of Megatron. The woman smiled, "I'm Hana, Hana Smith," the woman - Hana - said.

Megatron was thankful he had looked up human customs before he decided to make contact with her, he easily slipped his holoform's hand into hers, "Megatron."

Hana nodded, "Cool name," she complimented as they withdraw their hands from each others, "Am I allowed to know the meaning behind it?"

"Only if I'm allowed the meaning behind yours," Megatron smirked and chuckled when Hana sighed.

"I have a feeling this might be happening for quite some time," Hana muttered and the holoform in front of her couldn't completely mask the happiness he felt with those words.

A small smile played at his holoform's lips as Hana rolled her eyes at him.

Here's a very historical Chapter Three.

I want to clear something up; Hana is/was terrifed of him when she first met him. I mean, who wouldn't be afraid of some giant robot that could easily squish you, or kill you in seconds? Hana is just used to going with the flow when it comes to things because of her past(no spoilers!). Which you may have gotten a small bit of in the first "flashback".

And currently, this is all before the whole Unicron thing, but after Megs comatose(obviously) thing where he escaped his mind to 'Bee's.
(So we have a rather sane Megatron)

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