Fathers' Day

This is slash! Don't like, Don't read!

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The halls of the Nemesis were quiet. That alone was a cause for unease. The Nemesis was never quiet. There was always someone walking, talking, shouting, punching, or blasting. Thus, quiet- or in this case, silence- was more or less a novelty. Or at least it was in Thundercracker's opinion.

The blue seeker had just finished his monitor shift and was heading back to his room for some well-deserved recharge. Just one more corridor away from his quarters, Thundercracker turned a corner only to stop dead in his tracks. Writhing on the floor in the middle of the hall was Ravage. The cassette was in beast mode with his legs tied together at the ankle with yellow cable. More of the cable was unraveled across the floor, ending with a large ball of the stuff which happened to be sitting next to the cyber-panther's head. Upon close inspection, the cable seemed to have a softer texture, almost giving it to look and feel of Earth yarn.

Thundercracker felt amusement tug at the edges of his lip plates. It seems that even robotic cats were not immune to the wondrous charms of string.

Ravage seemed to notice that he was no longer alone in the hall and looked up at the Seeker with a mixture of hate, surprise, and desperation in his optics. Judging by his less than pleased demeanor, TC would have guessed that the panther's predicament was caused by his brothers. Rumble and Frenzy didn't really have any boundaries when it came to pranking targets. With the exception of Megatron and Soundwave, the whole Decepticon army was free game…

Feeling somewhat sympathetic, Thundercracker approached the panther and knelt down on one knee. Ravage watched him suspiciously as he pulled a small energon dagger out of subspace. The Seeker held his servos in plain sight as he brought the blade to the cable and started slicing through.

Suddenly, the sound of running pedes caught his attention and he paused to look over his shoulder strut, seeking the source of the sound. He never got to complete the motion, however, as something blunt and heavy smashed into the back of his helm, rattling his circuits and sending him crashing to the side, unconscious.

Ravage glanced from the downed Seeker to his brothers, who were high-fiving each other, each one holding metal support rods that were almost taller than they were. Rolling his optics, Ravage bit through the cable binding his legs and sauntered off down the hall in the direction of their own quarters. He could hear Rumble and Frenzy attaching tow cables to the Seeker's chassis so that Laserbeak and Buzzsaw could help tow their unconscious quarry back with them.

Thundercracker would hate them forever, and Soundwave would likely be unhappy, but it didn't matter to the twins as they took off down the hall with a very heavy, very unconscious, and very unsuspecting Thundercracker.

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Soundwave approached his quarters with a small amount of uncertainty. His creations had been ignoring his attempts to contact them all cycle. The only times that happened were when they were in the medbay in stasis or when the twins were planning something and ended up dragging their siblings into it as well. Neither one boded well. At all.

Keying his access code into the door, the Communications officer mentally braced himself for what he was about to find.

Upon entering, Soundwave was surprised to find that everything seemed to be, well, ordinary. There were no dents in the walls (which were also still purple in color), there were no missing or broken objects, and all his creations seemed rather content sitting on the sofa unit in front of the vid screen. They appeared to be watching some mundane Earth show, but they were all there and seemed not to have a care in the universe.

Laserbeak turned on her perch to see their creator walk in and flew off to greet him.

:Creator! You're home! How was your shift?: the condor-cassette asked telepathically.

"Shift: Uneventful. Query: Cassettes have been ignoring comms. Why?" Soundwave asked in return.

"We have a surprise for you, but we didn't want to spoil it!" Frenzy declared as he bounced off the couch and ran over to his creator as well. "You know that Buzzy over there can't keep a secret."

The comment earned the small red mechling an offended squawk, to which he grinned in response. Soundwave sighed as he followed his creations urgings to sit on the sofa. They liked to do this every now and again, try to surprise him. He didn't like surprises. Being a telepath, he had gotten used to knowing about things before they happened. The fact that his cassettes so often tried to abuse their links for the purpose of "surprising" him never sat well with him, but at the same time, he refused to pry into his creations minds if they were not willing to share. He saw it as a violation of trust and was not willing to risk his creations' anger just to make himself more comfortable.

"Frenzy: Knows that I don't like surprises. Gesture: Appreciated, but not necessary," the tape deck droned. His comment only made Frenzy grin wider.

"Oh, I think you'll like this one, Boss. Trust me."

"Yeah, this one isn't like our last surprises," Rumble added, "This one won't smoke, spray, or explode in any fashion. It's completely harmless!"

:Or if it does do any of those things, it's not at all intentional.: Laserbeak quipped. Ravage huffed from his position on the floor.

:Oh, yes. That is sure to make him trust us.: the cyber-panther muttered sarcastically.

"Don't be such a spoilsport, Rav. I'm telling you, it's harmless!" Rumble defended before proceeding to pull Soundwave off the couch and push him toward the berthroom that was just off the main area of their quarters. Being Third in Command with 5 younglings really paid off because it got you larger, more private quarters.

"Your surprise is just through there! Go on in, and we'll leave so you can enjoy it in peace!" Frenzy was pushing against his lower back while Rumble pulled on his arms. Soundwave glanced over at his other cassettes, who were lingering by the door leading to the rest of the Nemesis, but received no help from them. Finally, when the twins had positioned their creator by the berthroom door, they smiled and ran off to join their siblings and waved back as they all filed out.

"Have fun, Boss! We'll be in the rec room if you need us!" Rumble called.

"Which I don't think he will," Frenzy added, spurring a round of laughs from the rest of the cassettes.

And with that, the door closed, leaving Soundwave alone in his quarters.

Turning his attention back to the door before him, he considered his options. For one, he could ignore his cassettes and just go to his desk and get some work done. But then he would still have to go into the room eventually when he wanted to recharge. But just because Rumble and Frenzy said that whatever was on the other side of the door wasn't supposed to explode, didn't mean that it wouldn't.

Then again, Laserbeak did say that it wouldn't, even if not in those exact words. And his little femme had never lied to him. If she felt confident that it wouldn't hurt him, he was a little more inclined to believe it.

Maybe he should just go in and see what it was. The sooner he knew what it was, the sooner he could come up with a plan to deal with it. Whether "dealing with it" would mean enjoying a gift from his cassettes, or locking Rumble and Frenzy in his tape deck for a few cycles had yet to be seen…

Cycling a deep vent, Soundwave braced himself and keyed his entry to the next room.

Upon crossing the threshold of the berthroom, Soundwave felt his processor come to a screeching halt. If he was being completely honest with himself, he would have said that he was surprised that he hadn't crashed and ended up on the floor.

His "surprise", as his cassettes put it, came in the form of a writhing mass of metal resting on his berth. Upon closer inspection, he was able to identify the mech on his berth as Thundercracker. His arms and legs were bound to the posts of the berth, leaving him in a full spread eagle, and there was a blindfold covering his optics. He also noticed that while his lip plates were parted, he wasn't producing any sound, leading Soundwave to assume that his vocalizer had been disconnected.

Finally managing to pull himself out of his shock, the Communications officer approached his berth. The closer he got, the less the Seeker struggled, and Soundwave guessed that Thundercracker had finally sensed him in the room. When he reached the side of the berth, the Seeker had all but ceased his struggles and just lay there panting, waiting for something to happen.

Soundwave shook his head as he reached to the undo the blindfold around the captive mech's optics. The cloth fell away and allowed the tapedeck to look into Thundercracker's ruby optics. He was rather startled to find that the Seeker honestly looked scared, or at the very least worried. Feeling oddly merciful, Soundwave decided to try and ease his captive's mind.

"Query: You are alright?"

The Seeker gave a hesitant nod.

"Statement: Soundwave will remove restraints. Query: Will you stay and allow reconnection of vocalizer?"

Another nod, this time a little more confident. Soundwave nodded once himself before moving to undo the restraints around the Seeker's wrists. Thundercracker's optics followed him throughout the whole ordeal, not that Soundwave could blame him. After being attacked, bound, blinded, and rendered mute, it made sense that the light blue mech was wary.

When the last restraint fell away, the Seeker sat up and began to rub his wrists. Soundwave sat down on the Seeker's side and ran his fingers over the column of his neck. Thundercracker tensed and turned his head to watch him with suspicion.

"Statement: No harm intended. Small device attached to vocalizer rendering it useless. Must be removed."

Thundercracker nodded again and turned to allow Soundwave room to work. The tapedeck pulled a small tool out of subspace and set to work. As he worked, his thoughts wandered. Why did his cassettes do this? Was it intended as a prank on Thundercracker? On himself? He had, over the years, developed a respect for the blue Seeker, but he had made sure to keep it to himself. Had his creations found out about it and just used it as an excuse to tease him? He was under the impression that he would never find out…

Soundwave pulled the device off of the Seekers neck and tucked both it and the tool back into subspace before turning back to his (unwilling) companion. It was then that he noticed that the blue wings were faintly shivering. Curious. He was fairly sure that he hadn't hurt the Seeker, and if he had, the Seeker hadn't said anything to imply it.

Still, he felt like he was somewhat responsible for the Seeker's plight, and in what he hoped what was a comforting gesture, he ran a hand over the plain of Thundercracker's wing. The shuddering stopped almost immediately as the frame before him froze. Perplexed, Soundwave repeated the motion, this time earning a faint groan in return.

"What are you doing?" Thundercracker suddenly asked, his voice taking a slight rasp.

"Query: Actions unpleasant?"

"No… not really. But why are you…?"

"Statement: Cassettes responsible for situation. Soundwave responsible for cassettes. Offering comfort or compensation for actions. You wish for me to stop?"

Thundercracker hesitated, seeming to actually mull over his answer. Soundwave continued to stroke over the blue wings while he waited, almost as if he was just looking for something to do with his hands. Thundercracker squirmed and moaned quietly. He couldn't think clearly with those hands stroking so firmly, yet gently, over his wings. It was becoming oh so distracting…

"Repeat: You wish for me to stop?" Soundwave asked again. Thundercracker was startled to feel that the tapedeck had leaned in and was now pressed against his back and almost whispering in his audio. The hands on his wings had stopped moving for the moment, allowing Thundercracker to momentarily scrape some semblance of thought back together. He slowly, shakily, shook his head.

"No… No, don't stop…" he finally managed to gasp out.

Soundwave didn't need to be told twice. His hands started to move once again, eliciting more deep, pleasing sounds from the Seeker before him. He oddly enough found himself becoming aroused by the sounds. Maybe this is what his cassettes had in mind when they brought Thundercracker here? If that was the case, who was he to pass up on such a fine opportunity?

"Thundercracker: Beautiful when aroused," Soundwave whispered into the Seeker's audio. He was pleased when his comment produced a shiver and another moan from the light blue mech. Feeling emboldened, he retracted his face mask and took the final plunge.

"Query: Allow Soundwave to continue?" he asked softly before moving down to nip at Thundercracker's neck, right where the vocal inhibitor used to be. Thundercracker arched and gasped before turning in Soundwave's grasp and claiming the tapedeck's mouth with his own.

I'll take that as a yes, he thought before pushing the Seeker back and onto the berth.

:~*~:

Soundwave awoke to the sound of his comm going off in his head. He was getting a message ping from Rumble. Shifting on the berth slightly, the tapedeck opened the message.

Hope you liked your surprise! Feel free to hang out in our quarters for a while longer, we'll cover for you. Oh, and tell your new friend that he's covered too.

Happy Father's Day!

Soundwave couldn't quite keep the chuckle from escaping. Sure, he was still a little bit miffed at his cassettes for this little stunt, but after such an incredible night, he was inclined to let it slide.

With a small smile still of his faceplates, he glanced at the other mech sharing his berth. Thundercracker was still soundly in recharge, curled up against Soundwave's side in a display that was all kinds of adorable. Not that he would ever tell him that. Seekers were vain and prideful creatures and having someone call him adorable would definitely be a blow to Thundercracker's ego. But then again, just the thought of him sulking make the image all the more appealing. Maybe he would tell him sometime later, but for now Soundwave was content to just lay here and hold the Seeker.

Shifting again, Soundwave lay back down and pulled the blue Seeker close once more before powering down his optics. His final thought before dropping offline was to make sure to point out to his cassettes that "Fathers' Day" was still several Earth months off.

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Ok, I've been having this idea in my head for a while now and just had to do it. I recently jumped on the SoundwavexThundercracker bandwagon and have now discovered that I thoroughly enjoy this pairing. It's fun to play with!

I also realize that both Soundwave and Thundercracker are a little bit out of character here. But in my defense, this was just a silly little one-shot intended to bring a smile and maybe a chuckle. It is not at all intended to be taken seriously!

This is also the first of a series of Transformers G1 one-shots that I've been planning on doing for a while now. There will be more stupidity and silliness to come!

As for those who are waiting for updates on Recovery, Rough Past, Saved, or Pack Matters: Those updated may be a long time coming. I've fallen out of those fandoms and while I do have some of them started, I may just need to get over it and finish them. I will definitely finish the ones that I have started, but I make no promises about getting them up quickly… Sorry…