Megatron had officially joined the Lost Light a few months ago. A decision that had had you seething since it was made. You had followed his court case closely. All you ever wanted was for that monster to be executed. He had taken so many lives, and now he was just being let free like that? And even worse, he was being given the position of Captain of the Lost Light, the ship you were travelling on?! It made you grind your dentas.

You made your hatred towards Megatron very clear. After all, it wasn't like he could actually do anything about it. Even after the rest of the crew had gotten used to, or even welcomed Megatron onto the Lost Light, for you, old grudges die hard. You would give him scathing looks whenever he dared to be present in the same room as you, talk scrap right to his face, and vandalize his habsuite, among other things.

Megatron understood your actions. Primus, he did. He was honestly surprised you hadn't convinced the rest of the crew to throw him in the brig by now. Still, a part of him wished there was some way he could convince you to at least give him a chance. You didn't have to befriend him, or even like him, but he was getting tired of scrubbing graffiti off of his desk every day.

He did his best to be agreeable. If you put aside his past for a moment, really, he was just like any other member of the Lost Light. Well, that wasn't true. He was much more well behaved than most other members of the Lost Light. That had been enough to win over everyone else, more or less. You were a much harder bolt to crack.

Logically, he should have just given it a rest. He didn't need your approval, and gaining your trust was going to be a useless endeavor. yet he found himself losing recharge thinking about you; or at least, thinking about how he could sway you.

His first attempt was a tea party. Yeah, Megatron wasn't really the most creative when it came to talking out feelings. He was an ex-warlord, not a decorated behavioral therapist. Rodimus had made it sound like a good idea, however, so Megatron decided to give it a chance. He had to be very discreet about the fact that he had planned it specifically for you, so he made sure Swerve delivered the invitation to you, where it was conveniently left out that Megatron was the host.

The tea party ended up being a disaster anyways, thanks to good ol' Captain Rodimus running his mouth. You would have thought he had been drinking hard engex instead of steeped energon tea with how fired up he was. You had already been tense, but as soon as it was revealed the whole party was planned specifically for you, you stormed out.

Megatron's next approach was a lot more subtle. Instead of trying to socialize with you, he tried to win you over with good deeds. Helping out a little bit more than necessary, sharing his energon, shouldering your work. Hey, good deeds were good deeds, even if they had an ulterior motive, right?

Regardless, he felt like it was possibly working. Your graffiti attacks had lessened to a weekly occurrence, rather than a daily one. That was something! The scathing looks and nasty remarks would take longer to chip away at.

The need for a resolution hit a boiling point when Rodimus teamed you two up to complete some mundane assignment that definitely didn't need two bots working on it. You had been, predictably, very unhappy, and had complained nonstop up until you realized Rodimus was never going to change his mind.

Now, you worked silently, completely ignoring the slimy silver elephant in the room. Any time Megatron tried to offer advice or help, you'd give him a look so withering he had the passing thought to deactivate you. No. He was determined. If there was any a time to gain your not-quite-trust but also no-longer-intense-and-fiery-hatred, it was now.

"This is supposed to be a two-bot project," He stated slowly, testing the waters. Wouldn't want to get you too riled up right off the bat, or any future attempt at a resolution would be bound to go nowhere.