New York City was ablaze — skyscrapers reflected gunfire, pavements creaked under the weight of giants. Autobots and Decepticons clashed in a fierce battle right in the middle of Manhattan. Hundreds of people were evacuated, but crowds of fans still huddled around the enormous arena: Lady Gaga was performing there. The music still blared from the speakers, spotlights pierced the smoke, creating a surreal scene — a clash of titans accompanied by a pop hit.

You found yourself right next to the stage, holding a shield, protecting the crowd of fans who hadn't managed to escape. On the platform, in a glittering suit, stood she — Lady Gaga herself. And just as one of the Decepticon, raised a cannon directly toward her, you, without thinking, rushed forward.

The shield burst into flames, sparks flew, the shot missed. You suddenly extended your arms, and Gaga literally found herself in your palms.

"OH MY GOD!!" — You cried out, your purple optics glowed brighter than the spotlights that illuminated the stage.

"I'm holding... I'm holding LADY GAGA!!"

The battle roared around you, but for you, the world seemed to disappear. You jumped slightly, clutching the singer to yourself, and screamed so heartily that even Bumblebee nearly lost the rhythm of his shots.

"I LOVE your songs!! You... you're my idol!! Your voice, your style, your courage!! I... I've watched EVERYTHING!! Even Starstruck!"

Jazz's loud laughter echoed across the battlefield. He pushed the Decepticon aside with a punch to the body, turned around, and shouted, laughing.

"I told you so! She's been buzzing your ears off, Optimus! I've been listening to nothing but "Bad Romance" and "Poker Face" on her speakers for a week!"

Ironhide, reloading his cannons, grumbled, but even his voice held a hint of a smile.

"Uh-huh. Even I know all the lyrics now. Don't ask me how."

Ratchet, continuing to cover the soldiers while monitoring their health, muttered over the noise.

"She'd have come to the operation with a fan poster if she could."

Crosshairs, firing from the roof of a nearby building, chuckled.

"At least it's not Justin Bieber, otherwise I would have handed her over to Megatron myself."

Drift, parrying blade strikes, said seriously, but still with a hint of irony.

"This meeting is more important to her than our battle. Respect the moment."

Bumblebee turned on "Born This Way" right in the middle of the battle, causing several people in the arena to scream and dance, even under fire.

Optimus, still fighting Megatron, called over his shoulder in a heavy but kind voice.

"Y/N! You still have time to admire a woman! You're needed on the battlefield now!"

But you was still beaming, holding Gaga in your arms, and you added in a whisper, completely oblivious to the destruction around you.

"I knew I'd save the world one day... But I didn't know it would be with you!"

Lady Gaga, by the way, didn't look the least bit frightened. She looked at you with a slight smile, clearly appreciating your sincerity. She quietly said.

"You're like a superstar yourself, my dear."

You seemed about to collapse with joy, if not for the reminders from all the Autobots around her that the battle was still going on.