It's honestly become routine at this point.

Every so often, on your way home from the Autobot base, one of the Seekers (today it was Skywarp) will fly above you, you'll pull over and said Seeker will stuff you inside their cockpit and bring you back to the Nemesis.

Standard procedure: All is well and good.

You and the Decepticons have been playing this song and dance for years, and you're not even scared of them anymore.

The Decepticons truly just act like an unruly and dysfunctional group of rowdy teenagers, with Megatron trying desperately to make sure nobody gets blown up that doesn't need to get blown up.

It had started when the Decepticons needed a hostage and plucked a random human off the street to use as leverage against the Autobots, something that got you tangled up in their stupid war.

And right now, you sit in the palm of Megatron's servo as he stares down at you, his chin supported by his other servo, "you know, little human. You should probably start watching your surroundings more often." He sighs, looking disinterested aside from the sharp focus of his red optics, locked on you. "One might assume you want to be captured, and we can't have that, can we?"

If you didn't know any better, you'd say that Megatron himself wants you around, and you say so.

"Oh, dear heart, you're far too naïve for your own good. You're nothing more than a means to an end, I thought you knew that by now." A hint of a smirk appears on Megatron's faceplate, and the both of you know he doesn't really mean that.

"Although, your recklessness does worry me. Would you like Soundwave to give you a few lessons on staying alert and focused on your surroundings? I don't think I could bear it if my favourite bargaining chip against those Autobot scum got hurt by your fellow humans."

There he goes again, caring about your health and safety. Definitely not acting like the sadistic Warlord he is.