Transformers Prime

A/N: Takes place during the Prime universe. May or may not be a one-shot. Enjoy the chapter and please review. Also in the reviews, let me know if you would like to have it correlate with my other transformers story, "Along came a spider." Reading the other story isn't necessary to understand this one. Btw, don't misunderstand. Not a relationship fic, Breakdown just happens to find out.

This was an idea of mine after reading a story by another author. Review please. Flames are welcome.

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Starscream was busy at the command center, orgnanizing data files and other holographic folder menus while the rest of the crew of the Nemesis was preoccupied with their respective tasks. Knockout, the decepticon medic, repaired damaged vehicons, most of them survivors from the skirmishes wih the autobots and it was getting quite late. After a few more detailing work, he along with a majority of the decepticons were going to shut down for recharge for the night. Starscream, the second in command, was uncharacteristically quiet as of late. Which was understandable. As there was no Autbot activity recently, the seeker didn't really have an oppurtunity to wrest control of the decepticon warship from beind the comatose Megatron's back without looking more suspicious than usual. Knockout's friend and medical assistant, Breakdown, was distracting himself by walking around the Nemesis' hallways and large rooms. Though he'd seen pretty much of everything of the ship, it was better than being cooped up in his own room or the rec room. Really the only thing good that came out of Lord Megatron ending up comatose, Breakdown mentally said to himself.

The bulky decepticon had just reached the bridge of the ship when from the corner of his eye, he noticed Soundwave leave his station, probably for recharge. He thought nothing of it at first, but he saw him walking towards the recharge quarters...

Maybe he might take his mask off, Breakdown thought to himself with mild amusement. Knockout told him that he heard from a guy, who heard from a guy, who heard from a minicon that the monitor that Soundwave was wearing wasn't actually his face. The somewhat narcissistic medic had conceded that he didn't know what Soundwave even looked like. Basically because Soundwave never got injured and he was always intent to repair his own injuries. Origin notwithstanding, Breakdown suddenly beacame curious. What was that nerd hiding anyway?

As Soundwave reached his section of the quarters, Breakdown incospicuosly followed, pretending to walk towards the rec center, where the training drones were located. Either Breakdown was lucky, or Soundwave didn't seem to care, but the communications third in command had left his door slid ajar.

Peeking his head in almost comically, Breakdown was struggling to find a reasonable position where he could snap his head out of the room if the situation called for it. Next to his Berth, Soundwave seemed to just sit there for an undefinable amount of time before standing up suddenly. Than he stepped over to a plain looking stand with a flat surface and a floating vertical rod. The same kind used to hold helmets and masks, Breakdown deduced. Sounwave then reached for his helmet with both hands, pressing on some unseen pressure sensors. For what seemed like an eternity (for Breakdown, at least) the hissing sound of released atmospheric pressurized gasses could be heard, forcing itself out of the now thin gaps of space between the helmet and Soundwave's still unexposed face.

Come on, hurry up and take the mask off, Breakdown thought to himself impatiently. Now that he thought of it, what if he shouldn't be trying to see what Soundwave really looked like? What if it was just complex circuitry, or a monstrous face, or even worse?

What if Soundwave didn't have a face? He felt just a bit guilty sneaking on the communications' officer (what irony), but his curiosity was getting the better of him. Removing his head from the room temporarily to make sure he wasn't attracting attention, he crossed the door to the other side in the hallway, so that he was farther away from the command center. Looking back into the room, the first thing he spotted was Soundwave's now removed face visor hooked to the vertical rod on the stand.

"Holy scrap..." Breakdown was shocked speechless. No it wasn't a monstrous face, or complex circuitry, or even an empty void in plave of a face. Those seemed more reasonable than what he was looking at. Soundwave was now in recharge and oblivious completely to anything around him more than he already was.

Or should I say her, Breakdown thought seriously. Soundwave's face was way too feminine to belong to a mech. Nothing about the face was rough edged. The now closed eyes were slanted at a slight but not extreme angle. There was a thin line stretching from the bottom of each eye, running down diaganolly across the half hidden cheeks of her face to go hidden under the side of the head guard bordering where the visor would be. Her mouth looked like, oh primus, the kind of lips Arcee and Airachnid have! The color matched the rest of her faceplate. He chin was delicately shaped and looked like the bottom of her visor, but not as sharp.

Breakdown slowly removed his head from the room, memorizing what he just saw. This was a monumental discovery. That begged a new question. Did anyone else know?

Does Megatron know?

Soundwave will have my aft if he...she realizes that I found out! Breakdown forced himself to walk with his natural gait towards his own berth room. He needed to tell Knockout, quick!

Clicking a sensor on his helm, he contacted the red medic with urgency. There was no response at first, until a groggy voice spoke.

::Wha...? Whaddya want, Breakdown?:: Knockout asked almost groggily. He was most likely in recharge from all the injuries he was detailing. While waiting for Knockout's response, Breakdown had reached his own berth room, and slowly closed his door. Second guessing the wiseness of comming him this early in the recharge cycle, he figured it would be wiser to relay the information to the medic when he was more alert.

::Uh, nothin'. I'll tell you about it tomorrow.:: Breakdown muttered through the comm.

::Eh, okay, whatever.:: Knockout responded impartially before dropping the communication and most likely dropping unconscious back on his berth. Breakdown blinked his optics before regarding his berth.

"Man, some night this was," Breakdown said to himself while activating the generator that would wirelessly recharge him through the stasis lock cycle. One thought kept crossing his mind as recharge finally closed his optics.

Soundwave is a femme!