Transformers Belongs To Hasbro

OC belongs to me.

Chapter 1

A/N: Hey guys! Here's a chapter to a plot bunny that has been nibbling at my heels since watching the episode of Triage. Magnificent really. But here we go. Soundwave has to have a bit of love too. CONTAINS SPOILERS OF THAT EPISODE.

Knock Out cringed as he removed Soundwave's visor. He had yet to see Megatron's favorite mechs face. Red optics were revealed that seemed to bore into Knock Out's very being. They stared as if evaluating the medic's every movement.

"Let's see, I should have an extra visor somewhere around here." Knock Out muttered, wanting to be rid of this job quickly. The job would have usually taken an hour or so but the medic rushed as fast as he could, wanting to cover that stone face.

Much to Knock Out's relief, Soundwave left as soon as his visor was replaced. The medic watched carefully as the mech carefully as he left, his servo on his chest where he seemed to be comforting Lazerbeak in his own way.

Soundwave's chest vibrated gently as Lazerbeak relayed his ordeal, feeding images of Ratchet and Wheeljack's rough handling into Soundwave's processor. The intelligence officer nodded slightly as he listened. He was a very lone mech that only found company with his scout and his master. Megatron could have killed him long ago in a gladitorial match that had become a sort of destiny for the two. But alas, Megatron had spared him and Soundwave had dedicated his life to him.

"Soundwave, report to me. As I'm sure you're well aware, a ship is incoming and requesting permission to dock aboard the Nemesis. Their signal is of Decepticon origin and I believe it to be a slave trader." Megatron ordered, his voice filtering through Soundwave's audio frequencies. He said nothing as he made his way to his leader. He had sensed an incoming signal but his systems were still dulled from the sedatives Knock Out had given him. The sedatives were unnecessary but the medic believed it would help him with his recovery.

Slave traders usually did seek out Megatron. They often had strong mechs that Megatron could mold into capable warrior. Or perhaps even more drones. More often than not there were Autobots that could be used as bargaining chips or for a bit of fun. Rarely, they had a shipment of fembots for sale for Megatron's pleasure. But he never purchased any and if he did they often became warriors rather than play toys. Arachnid was a great example of this. Though she one of the tyrant's many regrets.

Soundwave entered the control room, the only sound being made was the opening and closing of the door. The captain of the slave trade ship was standing close by. A giant of a mech that bore none of Megatron's grace.

"Ah, there you are, Soundwave. Your visor looks nice again. At least the doctor can do something right. This is Gyro, the captain of the ship we allowed to board. He has a group of bots that I'd like you to evaluate for any worth. We will chat while you complete the task." Megatron chuckled, giving that smirk that showed how much he trusted the intelligence bot. Soundwave nodded and walked toward the group of bots that were being hauled in from the lower decks. There were about fifteen bots once they were all accounted for.

To Soundwave's displeasure, the bots were not well taken care of and would need care if they were purchased. There were a few Autobots and mostly drones among them. The drones would be purchased since they would be barely anything to buy. A dime a dozen. The Autobots would not be purchased since they already looked half way to the Well of Allsparks. They were warrior class anyways.

But something did catch his trained optic, a femme, a very small femme was cowering behind the group. Her wrists were bound behind her back and she was forced on to her knees like the rest. Scared bright blue optics darted skittishly around the ship as she tried to keep her composure. The tears dripping down her cheeks showed her loss of self-control of emotions. She was not very damaged but would need a tiny bit of care to get her armor glowing once more. The grime that coated it made it hard to tell it's color. But the gray he assumed was once white and the brown accentuated parts were once a glowing gold.

Her chassis jumped as Soundwave made his way to her. He could tell she wanted to disappear or run far, far away from him. The femme flinched as he knelt before her.

"Any worth." Soundwave replayed from Megatron's earlier words. Worth? The femme instantly caught the drift of his words. He wanted to know if they had any reason for purchasing her. The slave trader over heard those same words.

"Think her name is Chime if I remember correctly. Got her from a harem a few galaxies away. Her seal is still intact so you can understand how much I had to pay for her. Her name came from her singing. It's right pretty if you can get her to do it. Only heard it once when her previous master beat it out of her. I'll sell her to you for ten or so energon blocks. The harem master said she was some high up Autobot's daughter but she got captured when her sire went off during the war. I'm not much for stories but she has the insignia near her hip." the trader said, his voice sounding like he was gargling gravel.

Megatron looked at the silent officer. How long had the mech been in his service and never once asked for anything? He hadn't even asked for his visor to be fixed. Perhaps his loyal officer deserved something of the opposite gender.

"We'll take her. I'll have the drones fetch your payment. Soundwave, she will be yours to do what you wish. Think of it as a gift." Megatron chortled, heading to the exit with the slave trader. Soundwave gave his master a look. He was not accustomed to "gifts" and this was an inordinate one for a mech of his type.

Chime looked at the officer with wide optics. He was her owner now? Would he be kind or abusive? What would he do with her? She flinched once more as he reached out for her, but she was surprised to feel her restraints give away. Stunned, she looked at her now freed servos. She was shocked farther as he got to his peds and offered a servo. Meekly, she took it. But the combination of poor conditions and lack of energon caused her chassis to collapse as she got to a standing position.

Megatron smirked as he caught a glimpse of Soundwave's probes wrapping around her and preventing her fall.